Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind
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11.10.2012 , 02:30 PM |
Mitka vaulted over stone ruin, Aric laying out cover fire. She gripped her rifle in one hand as she used her other as a spring board to jumpe over another log that kept her from her goal.
“Repeat after me Aric” Ainsley said in the quiet of the observation deck, stars and nebula above them.
“I love you. You are my best friend. Today I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you, in good times and in bad, when life seems easy, and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard. These things I give to you this day, and all the days of our lives.” Aric spoke the words, hid heart swelled and he felt the fine fur below his eyes moisten. He coughed the lump in his throat away, and held fast to Mitka’s hands.
Mitka ran as hard as her legs would carry her, the Imperial guard noticing her too late as she sprinted towards their leader, a tall thin Sith who commanded lightning.
“Repeat after me Mitka” Ainsley smiled at her daughter, in plain clothes under the stars, beside the man she loved, in front of her parents and brothers, and her newfound sister. Ainsley had a job to do, an important task, the happy tears behind her eyes would have to wait a moment longer.
“I love you. You are my best friend. Today I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you, in good times and in bad, when life seems easy, and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard. These things I give to you this day, and all the days of our lives.” Mitka’s voice broke, when Aric wiped away an errant tear.
Mitka crashed into the Sith, who broke his attack on the Changrian trooper, the soldier fell in a heap, Mitka did not have time to see if he lived. She fell with the surprised Sith, and landed against the hard stone ground, her rifle bouncing out of her hands, she felt the rush of blood in her head, her pulse screaming in her ears. The Sith was back on his feet while she rolled towards her weapon, too late, as the Sith destroyed it with the flick of his fingers.
“Mitka, take this ring, as a sign of my faith and my commitment to our love, share this joy with me today.” Aric slipped the delicate and simple band onto her finger, smiling down at her with his impossible green eyes, they glowed in the starlight.
“Aric, take this ring, as a sign of my faith and my commitment to our love, share this joy with me today.” Mitka took the black steel ring and placed it on his finger caressing the fine fur of his hands, smiling now, her cheeks hurt but nothing in that moment could dull what she felt, tears streaked her red face, the happiest tears she had ever tasted.
“Kiss already!” Aaron called from behind them, and the newlyweds didn’t need to be told twice.
Mitka grabbed the knife from her belt, and the other from her boot, the sith shocked her, the electricity intensified by the electronics in her armor shorting out her systems. She screamed in pain, and roared in rage, throwing off her helmet. The Sith stopped, taken aback for an instant. Mitka gave the other Pureblood a fang baring grin and forced her muscles to spring forward, the surprise and momentary pause giving her an opening, she slid one knife into a kidney, and the other just beyond his clavicle into the soft and tender flesh beyond. The Sith blinked up at her, eyes wild and questioning.
“Ab…abom….” He spoke through the blood in his throat
Mitka pulled her knife from his neck with a sickening sucking sound, and gave his red face a new smile, killing him in that instant. She spit on the now bleeding corpse before turning towards the trooper she had rushed to save. Aaron was beside him with a med kit. The mandalorians were dispatching the last remaining Imperial guard. They had a moment to breath before pressing forward.
“Never imagined honeymooning on Drummond Kaas. When this is all over I’m taking you to one of those nice resorts on Ithor.” Aric took her face in his hands, scowling at the burn marks on her cheek ridges. “You alright? Sir?”
The blood was still rushing around in her head and ears, she blinked once and twice and took mental inventory of her injuries, nothing broken, a few burns, nothing some kolto gel couldn’t fix. She nodded at her husband, whom she had married only twenty four hours earlier.
“I’m good.” She gave him a fierce smile, he returned it with a wicked grin that showed off his sharp Cathar fangs.
“What are you two talking about? Nothing more romantic then a shared blood frenzy, it’s how we celebrated our marriage.” Ava sauntered up to them removing her own helmet revealing eerie empty sockets. Torian stood behind her with a half-smile and his own wild look in his eyes, the thrill of the hunt and the kill singing in his Mandalorian blood.
“How is he Aaron?” She called to her older brother who was helping the Changrian to a sitting position.
Aaron turned his still helmeted head towards her and gave her a nod. The Changrian turned towards them giving her and the rest of the assembled team a once over. He struggled to his feet and gave her a shaky salute.
“Sir, didn’t know Havoc had been called in, it’s an honor Major. Sargent Fideltin Rusk.”
“Havoc isn’t here Sargent, you never saw them, am I clear?” Mitka eyed Rusk wearily, she knew him by reputation only, she had known some soldiers to call him Sargent death mark.
“Garza won’t like this.” Aric said as he counted his clips, and prepared his assault canon for the operation.
“Garza won’t know.” Mitka said as she prepped her own kit.
“She’ll know if we don’t come back”
Mitka stopped what she was doing and looked at her husband, fur still damp from their shared shower. They should be on their way to somewhere nice, somewhere they could celebrate on a beach drinking fruity drinks with their only obligations being when they would next make love.
“We should be on this op, we should have been ordered in, this is what Havoc was made for, exactly this type of mission. Garza should have called us.” She clenched her fist, angry at the general. “One Jedi Knight, and her team, five people against the Sith Emperor in the heart of Imperial Space, how could we not help?”
“I know, I’m not arguing with you Mit. There isn’t anywhere you lead where I won’t follow, but there’s going to be consequences.” Aric laid his canon on the floor, and went to his wife, fire, fury and passion, but somehow with one of the kindest souls he had ever known. He wrapped his arms around her, her closeness causing him to stir.
“Again?” Her golden eyes danced with mischief, she checked the clock then gave him a sly smile. Aric was already pulling the thin tank top over her head as she worked his belt buckle. Twenty minutes would be more than enough time.
Mitka picked up her sparking and ruined rifle, it could be fixed, but not out in the field. The havoc symbol was still visible on it, she sighed as she planted a small charge on the rifle and took a few steps back. The charge went off, blowing the rifle to slag. No evidence. Aric handed her, her secondary rifle, she loaded it then nodded to the assembled group and pressed forward. Ava commed Blizz to let them know their movements and to keep the engines warm. They followed Rusk up the path towards the steps of the dark temple, and there at the foot of the stairs was a hulking and powerful Sith, destroying another squad of Imperial guard. When the last guard fell he lifted his head towards them, Rusk lifted a hand and the Sith nodded, cocking his head, curious at the sight. He caught Mitka’s eyes, and she saw recognition in his face, not surprise or contempt. Mitka’s skin crawled, she stood her ground despite the feeling of unease, she had not had this feeling with the Sith she had killed, she could feel this one’s power, even to her it was palpable. He came to stand in front of her, ignoring Rusk’s report, an appraising look on his face, a small amused grin on his lips.
“You have the look of your mother child.” His voice was deep and still.
“So I’ve been told.” She met his blood red eyes with a bright golden glare, his grin widened.
Yes those are my vows..
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind