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12.18.2012 , 10:55 PM |
Characters: Aldrdinar, the Silly Sith Warrior and Malavai Quinn
Universe: From Brute to Silly
Loyalty to the Son
Betrayal to the Sith
He didn’t want to talk about this. He really, really didn’t want to talk about this. Ald was insistent, however, but this conversation could only end badly. Was it curiosity? The fact that nothing had actually been solved by Ald’s forgiveness and his leaving? Ald didn’t want to have this conversation in the Conference Room. Too many good memories there. Ald decided to have the conversation in his bedroom. This could end one of two ways: they came to furious blows or furious f– focus.
“We’ve never had a serious discussion over what happened,” Ald said quietly. “Given the circumstances and the things that have come about because of your betrayal, I felt we should discuss the matter. Fully.”
“I don’t think this is the best place for this conversation, my Lord,” Quinn replied stiffly. Really, there was no right place for this conversation, but the bedroom certainly was low on the list of The Right Place to Talk About Stabbing People in the Back.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“Then talk, tell me why you went along with it. I think I deserve that much.”
“I’m not yet fully healed, my Lord, and Aldra is still on the ship. Perhaps there’s a better time-”
“Talk!” Ald shouted.
Quinn jumped slightly. He had only seen Ald angry in battle. If he was this worked up already… it did not bode well for his physical health. He shifted his weight from foot to foot before clasping his hands behind his back. He wasn’t standing at parade rest, but he was awfully close.
“You said before this was a matter of pride, that this wasn’t personal, but it was. You tried to kill me on Baras’ order because he saved your career, because he revived your career,” Ald said matter-of-factly.
“That was part of it,” Quinn said quietly. “I admit, I took what I thought was a sure thing. I picked my career over my… feelings. You have to understand, my Lord, I was on Balmorra for ten years. Every avenue of advancement, of reassignment, of actual usefulness to the Empire was blocked off quite thoroughly. I was black listed and it’s likely my name was added to an auto-reject list when I submitted my requests for testing into high positions within the military.”
“You didn’t have faith in me then,” Ald said. “You sided with Baras because you thought I was going to be defeated by him.”
“I had seen him in action, my Lord. He had decades of experience on you and a very large powerbase. I was a pawn in his schemes and I accepted this for the chance to get off Balmorra, to restart my career and get back to the station I deserved.” Quinn shifted out of his stance and let his arms hang at his sides. “Balmorra signaled the end of many things for me. Baras offered me the chance to change parts of my past and no one was going to get in my way. Not even you.”
“You’re pathetic,” Ald spat angrily.
“Yes,” Quinn said numbly. “I am pathetic and selfish and to be pitied. I am a terrible person undeserving of trust and yet here I am, in your bedroom, laying out why I did what I did.” Quinn made a slashing motion with one of his arms. “At least I realize how pathetic I am. At least I’m not trying to justify letting a person rejoin my crew after doing what I did to them. At least I didn’t destroy a friendship and break someone’s heart to let in a person who –”
Quinn didn’t have time to react to Ald’s quick punch. Ald caught Quinn just under his chin. His head snapped to the side and he stumbled briefly to regain his balance. It was enough of an opening to allow Ald to punch him in the stomach. He doubled over and charged forward, tackling Ald through coughs and pain. The pair rolled on the floor, swinging and kicking and head butting until they were out of breath and exhausted and hurting and mentally drained. Ald sat on Quinn’s torso and waited for the man to catch his breath before hitting him in the face again.
“Stop,” Quinn panted as he struggled for breath. “I yield.”
“You should have yielded on the Transponder Station!” Ald huffed angrily.
“My son,” Quinn said quietly. “Baras said-” Quinn shifted and grunted, trying to find a comfortable spot for his chest to expand. Ald didn’t move. “- said he could get me an audience with him.”
“He used your son to manipulate you?” Ald asked incredulously.
“Is it any surprise?”
“I suppose not.”
“Balmorra… I wanted off that planet, no matter the cost. I had lost so much there. I was resigned to waiting until Broysc died when Baras made his offer. I couldn’t – ah –” Quinn shifted again. This time Ald moved to one side and sat on the floor. Quinn was quick to sit up. “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He’s my son.”
“You should have said something.”
“I couldn’t risk it."
“Would you like to see him?” Ald asked quietly.
“Of course I do,” Quinn said sadly. “I don’t have access to Korriban, however.”
“It’s a good thing you know the Wrath, then, isn’t it?”
“I…” Quinn trailed off and looked at a far wall that was suddenly far, far more interesting than anything else happening in the room.
“You’re too proud to ask or perhaps you fear I will say no even though I am offering,” Ald said quietly.
“It’s fear,” Quinn said honestly.
“We will arrive at Korriban in fifteen hours. Prepare yourself, Captain.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
It was time.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!
Quick Quinn Quotes
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