Lodestone: A Wynston/Ruth Alternate Universe
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12.19.2012 , 08:18 PM |
L + 5 years
This is substantially similar to the
canon universe rendition
). Only the intro and a note about whether Wynston's claim of being close to Ruth is true have changed.
Wynston's life was going well. He had, for most of his career, been satisfied with his job and his goals; this only varied to neutral or irritable when he was having trouble bringing reality into line with his goals. The last couple of years, though, the spaces in between tasks had felt much more than satisfied. It was good.
And Ruth was thriving. Happy with her son, her job, her life. There was just one topic she abruptly shut down whenever he got too close.
He was increasingly operating his agency independently these days, still using the
as a roving base. He corresponded regularly with Keeper on matters of interest to the Empire. And so, when she brought up the prospect of a particular off-the-books job that would require a highly skilled operative with ground support from a minor military outpost, Wynston took it. He was curious.
And so it was that Wynston was escorted into a conference room to meet with Colonel Malavai Quinn.
"Colonel," said Wynston, not bothering with a salute.
"Cipher," said Quinn.
The neat little Chiss took up his station at a console next to the human's. "I'm here to pick up the schematics for the Republic base along with any other surveillance information you have."
"Since Intelligence seems to lack the necessary resources, I will oblige."
"My superiors have chosen to leverage military expertise, colonel, on the assumption that you have some to offer." Wynston tapped a session active on the console and accepted the files Quinn was dragging his way. Staff schedules, logistical details on what resources the place took in and spat out; there, blueprints. Wynston fished out a datacard with one hand and fed it into the console to copy. He started examining the map.
Quinn's next words were spoken in a quiet controlled tone. "The Wrath. Is she...?"
"She's alive, no thanks to you," said Wynston, not looking over. "I'm not here to answer your questions. What do you know about the power conduits, here? Is the maintenance access navigable by a midsized combat droid?"
Quinn was subdued. Aware, professional, quick to answer Wynston's questions, but subdued. The years seemed to have changed the angry but would-be-expressionless drone into a slightly older expressionless drone. No surprises there.
"That's everything you asked us to prepare. Will you require anything else?"
"No, this will suffice." Wynston recovered his datacard. "I won't be returning. I can forward you any relevant conclusions from the operation afterward if you wish."
"Please do." There was a pause. Quinn closed his eyes and said, with some effort, "Be good to her."
"Not to worry. I can't possibly do worse than you." Ruth had told him not to kill Quinn, but she hadn't said anything about hurting him. "By the way, you'll be glad to know your son is doing well. He's quite charming. I'll be sure to give him your regards next time I take him and Ruth out someplace."
"Get out," said Quinn, in a voice so low that only the rage of it confirmed that anything had been said at all.
Wynston didn't bother hiding his smile. "Thank you for your assistance, colonel. Good day."
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