Formal Apology to the Galactic Republic
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10.25.2012 , 06:00 PM |
Vash and Kira
Khoonda Spaceport, Dantooine
Vash entered the spaceport, giddy with anticipation. The past few days have been dominated by adjustment to her new peaceful life under the alias of Calina Trenor. Abandoning an identity just to live peacefully has proven somewhat difficult for Vash, but ultimately she is thankful for it. As Vash sees it, this is a small price to pay in order to run away with and live the rest of her life with the woman she loves. As she walked towards a hangar door, she pulled out a ringing holocom, met with the image of her pirate companion, Andronikos.
"Why hey there, crazy Sith," Andronikos growled.
"Andronikos, it has been some time," Vash smiled, but then frowned, "
have not been so kind to me, so I have taken on the alias of Calina Trenor, named after a friend I had in the slave pens."
"So, have you done as I
, Andronikos?" Vash prodded.
"Yup. Kira made a stop on her way over then picked it up this morning.
is a nice name, crazy Sith. Well, I gotta run. Now that the Empire is dissolved, might as well become a freelancer, like I always was. This may be the last time we talk to each other, but I'm willing to take my chances," Andronikos spoke with a gruff voice.
"So long, my pirate friend," Vash mused as she cut the link. The Sith entered the door leading to a hangar where a
-class Imperial Interceptor is just now docking. "
is clear to dock," a voice boomed from a loudspeaker in the area. Once the
landed and as the starship opened its loading ramp, Vash observed eagerly as Kira began to walk down and approach the exit, where Vash awaited. Seeing a smile on Kira's face, Vash too smiled.
"Took you long enough, my dear Kira," Vash snarked, "and here I was just about to get lonely."
Kira merely shrugged, "Well then, guess I shall be going if you are this impatient. I was going to ask you which planet we should go stay on too. . .," Kira turned around jokingly.
Vash caught her tone, "But you would make me sad if you left, love." She embraced and kissed a smiling Kira, "So, any ideas? I refuse to stay here on Dantooine so as long as it remains a homeworld for Isaac. To think I once thought of him as a brother...then again, he did get me here alive, so I thank him for that. Yet I still hate Omega as a whole."
"Come now, Vash, you cannot poke at old wounds forever," Kira rolled her eyes, but then quickly stopped. "Right, I can see why we need a planet to run off to. Any Imperial planet is out at this present moment. Coruscant and Corellia are iffy for me, but I hear Telos IV is once more a nice place. Only took them a while to get the planet going again. I have even looked into some form of real estate there."
The Sith took a second to take in Kira's suggestion, then smiled, "Once more, you sure have done your research, Kira. Telos it is."
"I do try," Kira let a grin crease her face. "What are we waiting for then? Let's get out of this dump and start anew!"
"After you," Vash gestured lovingly. Kira smiled as she reentered the starship with Vash behind her. The two women go into the cockpit, "So Kira, you
pilot this thing, right?"
"Oh, shut up," Kira chided jokingly as the ship began to leave.
Vash looked out the ship's window with much to ponder.
And so, my old life and journey comes to an end, and a new one begins at last. I am with the woman I love now and forever, and I can finally escape galactic chaos. I do not know how long this peace will last, but I do know that I am finally at peace in exile. It's time I disappear.
Raii, Kovrai, and Zhara
Raii looked at the hospital as he stood at the edge of where the Omega forces had dropped him off. He silently thanked Wash for the new identity, and slowly began down the path to the hospital where Zhara and Doc were working, and taking care of Kovrai.
Inside and out, the hospital still displayed all the sharp edges and gleaming surfaces of a brand-new facility. A surprisingly small staff scurried through the corridors, everyone looking to be running off in as many different directions as they could manage at once. A precariously-stacked heap of power tools and medical supplies barreled forward on scrubs-covered legs, only to collide with Raii.
"Damn it," Zhara muttered as she crouched to gather up rolls of bandage tape that had gone rolling across the slick tile floor. "What part of 'keep traffic paths clear' is so hard to remember?"
"Is the hospital truly so busy as to have traffic paths?" Raii laughed with mirth, bending down to help Zhara. "I had expected everything to be calm now. At the very least, no more explosions."
Zhara's head snapped up as Raii spoke, watching him closely. The look of cautious hope on her face shifted into a glare of suspicious hostility; one hand twitched at the place on her belt where a lightsaber should have hung. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Who sent you? Why are you trying to look like him?"
"Hi there, too, Zhara. To answer your questions in order: uh, hi Zhara, I'm Raii, I came on my own, and I really am him. And if I was trying to impersonate Raii Velan, I'm missing a pretty critical element, aren't I?" Raii gestured at his scarless face. "I can tell you some proof if you need it."
"That's not the only thing you're missing..." Zhara muttered under her breath. Keeping her gaze warily fixed on Raii, she straightened slowly. "Okay, pop quiz. What color was the crystal in the saber you gave me for sparring with Kovrai?"
"Trick question. You dueled with your own sabers, but whenever I intervened, you used practice blades."
"How did we meet?"
"On Tython, when I was helping to defend Isaac from the rogue Jedi. You arrived to help Isaac," Raii replied.
"My first kiss," Zhara snapped in response.
". . . Uh. . . In the Jedi temple. . . when you were 15. . . with a Kiffar boy. . . during training, I believe," Raii rubbed his head awkwardly. "I know that I read about it in your journals that Doc pointed me to."
"I still haven't given either of you the hell you deserve for that." Zhara's stern, closed expression melted into a giddy grin as she reached out and pulled Raii into a hug. "But for now, you get a reprieve. I don't think Kovrai'd appreciate me handing you over to her with a black eye on that pretty new face of yours." She took a step back, her hands on his shoulders, giving him a long, appraising look. "How are you doing that? You don't look like a person anymore."
"If I'm doing anything, I don't know what it is," Raii grinned back. "But let's just say that the amount of energy I had to shed. . . Well, it came with a cost. My days as a Jedi? Pretty much over." His face sobered a bit at his next question. "How has she been?"
"Some days are better than others," Zhara answered, her grin settling uneasily into a smile of forced determination. "But we've made it through this far without her actually doing anything rash. And you... you're staying, right? I mean, not necessarily here, though you're welcome to, of course, but... with her? For keeps?"
"Yeah, for keeps," Raii promised. "I'll leave it to her where we finally settle. Although, I think I might have trouble finding a job. Being a former Jedi who mainly swung glowing death-sticks around doesn't really translate well into civilian life, I've noticed. And I can't really pull all the funds from my old account without letting the Order know I'm alive."
"Things will work out somehow," Zhara declared in a tone of absolute authority. "You deserve it, after everything you've both been through. As far as the funding thing goes, at worst case, I can throw Nox's blood money at you." Her grin returned, brighter and far more mischievous than before. "Might just do that anyway, come to think of it."
"A heart of gold, Zhara, a heart of gold," Raii laughed. "So, how are you and
? You finally decide who's sleeping on the couch?"
"No one is, at least not as a regular thing," she replied, her cheeks going pink. "We did check it pretty thoroughly, though. Stress test on the springs, all that."
Doc rounded the corner beside them, coming up to wrap his arms around Zhara. "Test results are in," he announced as he slid a datapad into Zhara's hands. He gave Raii a quick, distracted nod before returning his attention to Zhara. "Well? Don't keep me in suspense."
Zhara shook her head. "Kovrai needs to be here."
Doc's face fell. "You can't be serious." Zhara turned, fighting to hold down a smile as she glared at him. "I know you care about her, and I know she's part of our lives now, gorgeous, but I don't think she'd mind not being here to break the news."
"Break what news?" Raii worried, trying to peek at the results. "What's going on?"
Zhara grinned as she tilted the pad away from Raii. Doc, meanwhile, had only just gotten around to actually noticing him, and stared at him with a look of annoyed confusion. "Do I know..."
"Of course you do," Zhara snickered, elbowing Doc lightly in the side. "He can't look half as different to you as he does to me."
"You're looking good, Doc. Has Zhara been light with the chores?" Raii smirked, offering a hand out.
Realization slowly sank in, and Doc took Raii's offered hand, squeezing it tight. "How did... Where've you
"Comas are particularly annoying. Lost control of my bowels for the first 3 days. Not fun. As for where I've been. . . Let's just say someplace most people don't go," Raii responded.
"Coma, huh?" Doc said, frowning in concern as he dug a scanner out of his pocket and ran it over Raii. "You feelin' alright? Don't answer that, just sit down and let me get some readings."
Zhara laughed as she circled around to the nurses' station. "I'll call Kovrai."
"Relax, Doc. I'm fine, minus a lot of scars and Force," Raii reassured shifting uncomfortably as Doc moved him to a chair.
"And you've got extensive medical training to back up that diagnosis of yours, I'm guessing." Doc frowned at the scanner, then smacked it. "This doesn't make any sense. I'm gonna have to break out the big guns."
At the comm panel behind them, Zhara burst into a fresh round of giggles. "Will both of you please shush so I can make this call? ... Kovrai! It's Zhara. How quick do you think you can get down here? There's something you need to take a look at."
"Not very fast Zhara, I move more like a barge lately. I'll be there as soon as I can." Kovrai sighed as she turned off her com. Resting her hand on her belly, she determinedly stood up to go join Zhara, repeating the mantra in her head as she did every time she faced wanting to lay back down and ignore the Galaxy.
It's all right, I'll be ok, time will make it not hurt so much.
Fixing a smile on her face, she left her room and headed to the hospital's receiving.
"Yeah!" Zhara closed comms, punching the air in triumph as she turned back to Doc and Raii. "She's on her way down. Doc, sweetheart, put the scanner
. And no planning any surprise biopsies, either."
"You're no fun," Doc grumbled with an exaggeratedly dejected pout.
"Thank you, Zhara. I was afraid Doc was going to shove a needle where the sun doesn't shine," Raii exhaled. "So, how's my hair look? Not too bad? I don't want to look too much of a slob when Kovrai gets here."
Zhara reached up to brush aside a stray lock of Raii's hair, then leaned back, frowning, and swept it back into place. "You look fine," she pronounced solemnly. Doc sidled up close to her, leaning over her shoulder in an effort to peek at the datapad she was still holding. She tucked the pad away into a pocket of her scrubs. "I said we're waiting, and I meant it."
Kovrai turned the corner into the triage area and looked up to see Zhara's smiling face. She felt her own respond to her friend's obvious happiness, her plastered smile stretching into a real grin as she watched Zhara's countenance sparkle. "What has you so excited, Zhara?" she asked in an amused tone.
"You've got a visitor," Zhara replied. It took a visible effort to keep from bouncing on her toes like an over-eager child as she took hold of Doc's hand, leading him aside to reveal Raii standing behind them.
Kovrai stopped, trembling as she saw Raii, her body responding to his presence before her mind had registered who it was she was looking at. "Raii. . ." she whispered through the sudden constriction of her throat, tears pooling in her eyes and she slid to the floor.
Raii reacted before he could even process her fall, sliding towards Kovrai to catch her. "Kovrai?! Kovrai, are you okay?!" Frantically worried, one hand reached to touch her forehead, as the other pulled her closer to him. "Tell me what's wrong!"
Her hand reached up to stroke his face where his scar had been. "I am dreaming. I know you are dead, but I dream of you alive, over and over. And now I am awake, and dreaming still." Her words shook with pain and the beginnings of fear as she looked up into his eyes through her own tears.
His thumb brushed across her eyelids, wiping away the beginning of her tears as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Did that feel like a dream to you?" Raii whispered, pulling her even closer to his embrace. "If it did, then know this dream will never end."
Kovrai looked to Zhara, seeing the beaming joy displayed on her features, and her hands clutched around Raii's, a tremulous smile blossoming on her face as she looked back into his eyes. "What-, how did this happen, you-, you're alive," she threw her arms around him, pressing her lips hard against his, expressing all the happiness, love, and relief into that one act as she could.
Raii, smiling, returned the kiss with all he could muster, holding it until lack of oxygen seriously threatened both of them. As they regained their breath, Raii chuckled, murmuring, "Now, if there was ever a reason to come back, that was it right there."
Kovrai smiled back at him, her eyes lighting with joy, and glanced over at Zhara and Doc, waiting beside them.
"Now's when the applause happens, right?" Doc stage-whispered, grinning. Zhara let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head in mock-dismay as she stepped forward and offered a hand up to Raii and Kovrai.
Raii grabbed hold of Zhara's offered hand, pulling Kovrai up with him until they both stood on their own two feet again. Raii drew Kovrai close, wrapping his arm over her shoulder lovingly as he looked expectantly at Zhara. "So, what's the big news? Doc got a name change?"
"Well, now that you mention..." Doc drawled.
," Zhara retorted, laughing. "I just figured that, since everything's more or less calmed down now, it'd be worth checking to see if having a baby was actually a thing we could do safely, with Doc being human and all." She pulled the datapad back out of her pocket and switched the display on. "Uh-huh... uh-huh... blah blah genetics... oh wow, they put in charts and everything..."
"Well, can you?" Kovrai blurted out, knowing the news must be at least favorable, if Zhara was teasing them about it.
"Hey now, these are some really nice charts," Zhara replied, trying and utterly failing to suppress an impish grin. "I think we owe it to the lab techs to at least give them a look." She turned the pad around and held it up, proudly displaying a graph covered over by spiky pink and blue lines. "Like this one here: probabilistic analysis over time of how much our child is going to resent being named Archiban. Tracked by gender, obviously."
Doc snatched the pad out of Zhara's hand and glared down at the display. "They really did it... someone's gonna be on bedpans for a month."
Raii barked with laughter at the graph, inter-twining his left hand with Kovrai's as his rough laugh developed into smaller chuckles at Doc's annoyed expression. "I'm sure any child you two have will resent their name eventually. I mean, Sindri-Kimble doesn't exactly roll off the tongue," Raii teased.
"Probably. But the point is, we'll get to find out." Zhara took the datapad back from Doc as she stretched up to drop a kiss lightly against his cheek.
"And take care of all the fun parts that lead up to finding out," Doc added, smirking.
Zhara's cheeks went bright red. "That too."
Kovrai laughed, bubbling with joy. "Do you want to get started now? We could step in the other room," she teased.
"It'll have to wait a bit," Zhara replied, her tone faintly edged with regret. "Places to go, new equipment to install." She looked up at Doc. "Dinner?"
He nodded. "Should be able to knock off early."
"Good." Zhara was making no effort at all to hide her grin now. "See if you can beg off rounds tomorrow? We've got plans."
"Hear that?" Doc addressed Kovrai's bulging belly in a stern voice. "No popping for at least another couple of days. Doctor's wife's orders."
"You can't order an unborn infant not be born, Doc," Raii rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure that a child doesn't honestly
when you want him or her out. They leave when they want to, damn the rest of us."
"Can't blame a guy for trying," Doc replied with an amiable shrug.
"We'll leave you two lovebirds to your duties, then," Raii winked, glancing down at Kovrai for her approval. "I have a lot to answer for."
"Not too much," Kovrai answered smiling, pulling him away from Doc and Zhara towards her room, Raii helping her every step of the way. Zhara grinned up at Doc, who only said, "I don't think there's going to be a lot of talking." Zhara promptly flushed red, slapping his chest playfully as he laughed.
And with that, I believe Formal Apology has finally hit it's closure. Thanks to all involved, and I hope the rest enjoyed the ride.
Catch ya on Formal Request!