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12.16.2012 , 08:59 PM |
Lodestone: Goals and Ambitions ?2?3?.
Here, let me put my novel on your short fic thread. This was not originally envisioned! This once again starts dealing with some Agent endgame states. 600 words.
Wynston did leave in the morning. He really did need his ship either way. "I know some hyperspace lanes that'll bring me back to you faster than anything else can," he told Ruth. "Until then, darling, watch your back."
Vette offered to fly him out to Corellia. Quoth she, "The sheer amount of Sith Business that's gonna be going on in Kaas City pretty much obligates me to be anywhere but here."
He left Vette in the Coronet City spaceport and headed to his rented hangar. His heart lifted to see his vessel there. The ship looked fine from the outside, untouched within. Good. He felt sharper already. Here was home. Here was one of the few constants in the galaxy he really loved, the source he returned to when the assignment ended and normal matters picked up again.
He would go back to the assignment this time. He wanted to go back this time; this place was familiar, but the sharpness of his professional clarity cut both ways. The strings it was ready to cut this time might hurt.
There was already a distance between him and what he missed, he reminded himself, no matter what he did. A very small distance but one that already imposed the pang of separation, no matter how close or far he was physically. Enough of that. He left the chaos of Corellia behind and parked in orbit to set up a secure holo line to Vector.
"Wynston," said the Joiner. "You're looking well."
An unusual opening. Wynston had no reason to think he looked any different. "The Dromund Kaas climate. What can I say?"
"How goes the mission?"
"Under thirty-six hours ago one Darth Baras, while appearing before the Dark Council to receive recognition of his status as the Voice of the Emperor, was interrupted mid-speech by the Emperor's Wrath. An altercation ensued." Wynston smiled slyly. "Baras did not survive."
"And the Wrath?"
Given what he had seen of the fight and the control she had finally asserted? "Better than ever. We'll be consolidating matters over the coming weeks, I want you or Keeper in touch. This is our chance to recover resources, and if our claim to them isn't convincing Ruth's will be. Things are still a little delicate but I think she's inclined to help."
"We are glad to hear it. Do you know when you will be returning to headquarters?"
Wynston stopped. He considered. He stayed very calm. "I'll see how matters develop, but let's set a target withdrawal date." An anchor, as much for himself as for Vector, to remind him of when real life would go on.
He picked a figure. He gave it. The conversation moved on.
"As we pick up staff," Wynston said a little while later, "of course some may have to know I'm on assignment and some of those will know I'm dealing with the Wrath. None of them are to know the nature of that relationship." No point introducing extra risks.
"You can count on our discretion."
He finished up business, along with inquiring after those of his crew who had already returned to the
Then he bid Vector farewell and prepared for the jump to hyperspace. He hurried back to where he couldn't keep quite secure and he couldn't think quite straight. He hurried back to what hadn't healed, to the distance he would do anything to close. He hurried back because every minute with her was perfect, and there could only be so many of them.
It's to Wynston's advantage to not be a well-known associate of the Emperor's Wrath when he's in the middle of prepping to be the galaxy's most secret agent. Just saying.
Also, way to feel bad about the distance she imposes when you're imposing one, too.
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