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11.04.2012 , 05:01 PM |
Loneliness and Solitude
In Remi's story she leaves the Jedi Order after chapter 3 and becomes a bounty hunter named Grey. She spends these years away from everyone she had ever known.
He's the one. (warning possibly triggering)
She refueled her ship and took the time to inspect the outside for damage. She smiled behind her helm proud of the upgrades she purchased for herself.
“You the Captain who put out the ad for a first mate?” a cheerful voice asked from behind her. She traded her lightsaber for vibroblades and pushed the Force away, she did not use it, she could not feel it, but some instincts remained. He was the one.
He was tall and a bit thin for his height, but wiry and strong, no stranger to hard work. His face held few scars, and she could see stubble was cultivated for effect not sloppiness. He was smiling showing off a dimple that made him look like a boy. He searched the mask of her helmet he was used to looking people in the eye, he ducked under a spray of brown hair embarrassed that he was staring. He was the one.
“I am,” she replied. “Though it’s just me, the ship and the droid right now so I’d be captain of you and you’d be first among one.”
He laughed, a good sound, and stuck out his hand. “Jeffers.” He said clasping her hand firmly then releasing it.
“Grey.” She replied then pointed at her ship. “Show me what you’ve got.” The last three men she said that to either said or did something lewd in response. She sent them on their way, one with damaged parts. This man nodded taking on a businesslike tone and paced around the ship.
“Retired line based on the D-5 Mantis, smaller crew quarters, but bigger guns. Only twenty of them made, too expensive not enough demand. Upgraded engines Quellegh Industrial X2300 model, Armek armor, and Czerka Prototype canons.” He hesitated, “Which are illegal in Hutt territory on the count of them being a ripoff of Rendili’s patents only better but Rendili paid the Hutts to rule in their favor.”
She laughed and applauded and he bowed a little, “Got it in one.” She pointed at a set of targets at the far end of the hangar. The man drew his blaster and hit the three dummies center mass, not the quickest draw but deadly accurate. He turned back to her, holstering his weapon, “You’re good.” She complimented, “Better than good. So tell me, Jeffers, why don’t you have your own ship?”
He ducked again, it seemed to be a habit, “String of bad luck, paying off some debt. Had a bit of a gambling habit for a while, I wasn’t from a big city, didn’t know what I was getting into, they don’t say anything about addiction on the Nar Shaddaa brochures.”
“No they don’t.” she agreed. “Well, the job’s yours if you want it.”
He smiled, but hesitated, “I’d be happy to join your crew, except for one thing.”
“And that is?”
“I don’t do mysteries with my allies.” He pointed at her face.
She spent several minutes staring at him before she removed her helm. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. She was not sure what he saw. “It would be dangerous for someone so beautiful to walk around in places like this.” He blushed furiously and shook his head stammering an apology and a string of foreign curses. She only laughed and replaced her helmet.
“Welcome aboard, Jeffers.” He was certainly the one.
“Are all bounties this easy?” He asked after their third successful mission without a hitch. He leaned against the one console without buttons.
“Planned correctly and gauged properly for difficulty, they all should be,” she answered from the captain’s seat.
“Most of the crews I’ve worked with always ended up in a shootout or desperately running away. Outgunned, outmanned, missions gone bad, wrong mark, you name it, it all goes wrong every time.”
She tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair considering the differences between herself and other bounty hunters. “I’m in this for credits not reputation. I don’t take jobs that will end up being too much for me. I’ve got savings, no debt, no real enemies, and no real friends, so there’s no job I can’t walk away from.” He stood directly across from her with a slight smile on his handsome face. “Disappointed?” she asked.
“Not even a little,” He smiled wider, “Never thought taking this job would be more relaxing than sweeping decks in the hangar, I’d only been there a week, glad you put in the ad when you did.”
“Well sometimes things work out.”
“One small disappointment,” he said grinning mischievously, “I save this bottle of whisky for close calls,” he brought out a very special looking bottle, the label etched into the glass rather than printed or painted, the whisky inside looked like liquid gold. A pair of tumblers followed. “Maybe I’ll make a new tradition,” He poured, “A toast to never again having a close call.”
She hesitated before pulling off her helmet, feeling naked without it especially with the way he looked at her. She accepted the tumbler made a toasting gesture and downed it in one shot. The liquid burned its way down her throat not unpleasantly, but she was unused to it and it went straight to her head. She giggled.
“Alright, first mate.” She stood unsteadily but waved off his offer to help. “I’m turning in for the night.” He watched her weave back to her room after only one drink grinning at her back.
He counted to one hundred the time it would take for the drug to knock her out. As small as she was and apparently unused to alcohol the Depredine pills would have her out cold for hours. Jeffers, Antoc, Maric, Vincent, Kellan, none were his real name made his way leisurely to the captains quarters. He tried the door and found it locked. He smirked and pulled out his slicing kit, the locks were usually just deterrents, no one put serious locks on an interior door meant for sleeping. Within moments he was inside the room, he looked at the bed in the corner. He was surprised she made it there, her helmet and gloves left a short trail as she tried to undress but it was all she had managed before crawling in and covering herself. Never mind, he would help her.
He picked up her helmet, the one she hid behind constantly, she was no great beauty but a clean fresh face was just as vulnerable. He would not have cared what she looked like, he just wanted to make sure he did not know her, and he would never forget eyes like that.
He straddled her on the bed and rolled her over. The armored chest piece flipped in his hands and clattered to the floor. He jumped off the bed noticing too late that the closet door was open. A whisper of sound, the soft buzz of electricity and the vibroblade ran through him. Sober yellow eyes blinked up at him watching as his life slipped away.
The Cepradine she had taken to counter the sedatives left Remi shaking and sick. More than that, it had been years since someone had seen her face. Lonely years without sharing a smile or feeling the connection of looking into someone’s eyes and having them look back. For a time she hoped she was wrong about ‘Jeffers,’ but she took a sample of his blood and examined his face, matching the scars and profile to her bounty pictures. Given his recent actions she had not needed to. He was definitely the one.
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