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10.19.2012 , 05:59 PM |
Lord Ninka Alone AU... AU.. Fix Fic GO
Best Day Ever
SW Chapter 3 you know the part spoilers around 2k wordsish I lost track because I keep editing
“Brilliant, Denny.” A tan woman with sun-bleached hair said from behind him. Denuo turned to smile at his wife, he accepted a kiss and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. They turned as one to look at his handiwork, he repaired her father’s old moisture harvesters and increased efficiency tenfold. What was once an outcropping of junk to be scavenged was now an operational farm, they would have enough to live, enough to sell, and enough to share.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked concerned about her recent fatigue.
“I am,” Isla smiled, then unable to contain her excitement she held up a piece of flimsy with small blinking light. “I’m pregnant!” She threw her arms around his neck.
Denuo broke into a broad grin and swung her around happily. They kissed in the shadow of a harvester until they both felt it was wise to go back inside. Once in the cool underground shelter of their neat little home they celebrated ordering a few luxuries neither of them would have allowed before this. With the new harvesters, they would be fully independent, probably wealthy by the standards of Tatooine.
Isla watched him check his messages, marveling at how both their lives had changed in only a few short years. “Denny, should we tell the Sith?” She asked tentatively.
He wrinkled his nose at her and shook his head. “I don’t think it is wise to get the attention of a Sith, even one you already know. Besides, they are too busy doing Sith things to care about the humble lives of people like us.”
“It’s just that, she seemed genuinely concerned for you, and if not for her, we would never have met.” She kissed the top of his head, her voice slightly muffled in his hair.
“Let’s wait a while before we tell anyone. We have some planning to do, I have to clear out storage for a baby room, and make sure we start setting aside some funds for education…”
Isla let him ramble on and make plans, wondering what he was like in the life he no longer remembered.
Vette was eavesdropping on the Captain again, not because she suspected but because it annoyed him. He always jumped when she popped up behind him and yelled when she pestered him about his past. It was routine to try to find out something he did not want her to know, but he was always too careful. This time he made a mistake.
“The time has come, Quinn. Eliminate my former apprentice before she gets to Corellia.”
“Yes, my lord. It will be done.” The Captain replied instantly.
“Contact me when you are through.”
That was all, but it was enough. Vette panicked, and ran to find Lord Ninka. She ran directly into Quinn.
“Overhear something?” The Captain asked mildly, she felt a sting as he injected her arm. “That’s the problem with you Vette, you’re always oversleeping, never around to help.” He said mockingly as the darkness closed in on her, “Here, let me help you back to your room.”
When Vette woke up Lord Ninka, Pierce, and Quinn were gone. She checked the bridge they were docked with a transponder station. Her head was still fuzzy from the sedative, she could not think, could not plan, and those were never her strong points anyway. She grabbed her gear and ran for the exit. She could get to Quinn before he sprung his trap.
She crawled through a warren of air ducts, disabling security lasers, sliding under the blades of ventilation fans. She burst into the control room. The Captain stood with his back to the door, ever the showman. He turned to see her jumping from a vent in the wall, she would remember the look on his face for a long time.
They were pointing their blasters at each other when Lord Ninka walked in with Pierce at her heels. She waved her hand and yanked the weapons away from both of them.
“Have the two of you gone completely mad?” Ninka glared at the only people in the galaxy she considered to be family.
Quinn was a very quick thinker he immediately composed a completely believable reason for the conflict, a story with no gaps or flaws in it, he had already erased all of his transmissions, Lord Ninka was in love with him, he was supremely confident that she would believe him over the slave. He straightened and raised his chin to begin his explanation.
Vette blurted out everything she was thinking before he could get a single word in.
“HewasgoingtokillyouIheardhimtalkingtoLordBarasont hecomm. He’sbeeninonthisthewholetimehedidn’tevenarguewhenB arasgavehimethecommandtokillyou. HedruggedmewhenIfoundout. That’swhyIcameheretostophimyouhavetobelieveme!”
Quinn, Pierce, and Ninka squinted trying to parse the words she had spoken. Lord Ninka, who was more accustomed to her chatter, deciphered it first. She looked doubtfully at Quinn, “Surely that can’t be right.”
“My Lord, I assure you it is not.” Quinn replied, Lord Ninka relaxed visibly. “I gave Vette a vaccination earlier, it caused her to hallucinate, I then gave her a sedative, I’m afraid she awoke very disoriented.” Quinn turned to Pierce, his gaze was intense almost threatening but only for a brief moment, “Lieutenant, please escort Vette back to the ship.” Vette began to look confused, wondering if he was telling the truth and she hallucinated it all.
Pierce and Quinn exchanged hard stares but there was nothing new in that. “No,” Pierce said to everyone’s surprise. “Vette’s right, he works for Baras. He’s here to kill you, I have proof.” He pointed his rifle at Quinn, “One false move and I’ll put one between your eyes. Put down the datapad and step away from the console. I won’t ask twice.”
“Pierce!” Ninka jumped between the Lieutenant and Captain. “I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding right?” She turned to Quinn, bewildered, her expression pleading. She reached up and touched his face. She had never looked at him with anything other than desire, she never allowed herself room for doubt, but now she did and for the first time, she saw it flicker across his face, revulsion. With Pierce’s aim blocked by the Sith Lord, Quinn triggered the two assassin droids and dove for cover. He should have known the game was already lost, with two allies in the room and enough anger to burn down the station Ninka defeated the droids and disabled Quinn who attempted to go after his blaster.
“How did you know he worked for Baras?”
“Most of the crew does,” Pierce answered shortly, “He’s blackmailing me, not sure what he’s offering the others. Only Vette was considered ‘incorruptible.’”
“Thank you very much.” Vette said proudly.
“What do you want to do with him?” Pierce asked aiming his rifle again.
“We’ll interrogate him first.” Ninka put a hand on his arm until he lowered the weapon. “Then we’ll see what can be done with him.”
Vette returned from the ship carrying a small box that had sat in the cargo bay collecting dust for years. Ninka knelt in front of Quinn. They had not harmed him during the interrogation, his only wounds were the ones collected in his short-lived assassination attempt, She felt his wounds were punishment enough. “Pierce showed me the logs once he decrypted them with your key. You never felt anything for me at all, did you?”
He met her eyes. “You were a target and a tool of my master, my lord.” He replied evenly not showing even a trace of emotion. “It would be foolish to have feelings you.”
“I loved you, you know.” Her eyes were sad, but she did not try to touch him. She waited a long moment before saying finally, “That’s why I can’t kill you.”
“My lord, I’m… this is unexpected.” He seemed genuinely surprised, “Darth Baras would never forgive such a failure. If you will permit me to stay in your charge-”
“No.” Ninka said softly. “I cannot trust you, Quinn. What’s more I cannot trust myself with you.” She took the box from Vette and opened it. It had once held four syringes. A small depression marked the place where one was missing. “Do you remember Ensign Durmat from Balmorra?” She asked.
“Of course.” He replied uneasily. Lord Ninka had killed him, he was confused by her sudden change of subject and apparent change of heart.
“I didn’t kill him.” She said and he felt the sting of the injection and the solution coursing through his veins. He looked into her pale blue eyes wishing things could be different, his world went hazy, then gray, and then away entirely.
“What happened to him?” Isla demanded staring at the battered man. As chief medic of the small clinic, she had seen worse injuries. He was bruised and burned, but the most disturbing part was his blank stare and his bewildered expression. She turned and found herself face to face with a Sith lord. She bit her tongue and tried again, “I mean what can you tell me, umm, my lord, so that we can treat his condition?” She fidgeted nervously.
Ninka put her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “He was injured, he lost his memory, it would be better if he started somewhere anew. I will send credits for his care for as long as necessary, if you run into any difficulties, contact me.” She handed the woman a credit stick and a holocard.
“Of course,” she stammered, “Would you like to be kept up to date on his progress?”
“Not necessary,” the Sith offered her a small smile, “I didn’t really know him well at all.”
She walked away leaving Isla with the man the Sith had called Denuo. She tried to catch his attention.
He looked into her pale blue eyes and smiled. “Your eyes are beautiful.” She returned his smile and offered her hand.
“What are you thinking, wife?” Denuo asked pulling her back against his chest. The brilliant sunsets of Tatooine alone almost made the harsh climate worth enduring.
“About the first day we met.” She replied leaning her head against him.
“I thought that was the best day of my life.” He said taking her hand and pressing it to his lips.
“You thought?” she asked, “Were you wrong?”
“Well it was,” he placed his hand on her stomach, “But now this is.” He whispered before kissing her. They missed the rest of the sunset, but they did not mind, for them, there would be many more.
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