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12.24.2012 , 11:14 AM |
bh - Skari and Gault
"Blizz said you wanted to talk to me." Gault didn't go any farther than the bridge entry. Skari sat, her back to him, as she flipped through screens, making entries every now and again.
"I have a job I'd like you to do on Corellia. Not what we normally do, but it's a good opportunity. Right up your alley."
"No." He crossed his arms and waited.
Her shoulders stiffened, but she didn't turn around.
"Okay," she said slowly, tension creeping into her voice, "well, there's this other one on Quesh..."
"You sure?" she said, turning enough to smile stiffly at him, "it's the opportunity of a lifetime."
He scowled at her. "Maybe your little tricks work on the others. You've got Torian off playing with Mandalorians on Hoth. Blizz was chattering about some wreckage on Belsavis you wanted him to check out. Mako must be more out of it than I thought cause she actually bought your bullsh*t about meeting with Major Kaarde's slicer to share techniques. Don't think you can get rid of me so easily." He glared.
Skari looked back at her terminal, flipping through screens without really seeing them. "Don't know what you're talking about."
"Please," he scoffed, "I was jumping ship before you were born. Think I don't know a jump when I see one?"
Skari turned and met his eyes. Grim. Grim and sober. Those were the words he would have used to describe her in the past days since Crae had disappeared. "So?" she challenged, her chin tilting, "Maybe I'm tired of hauling this ragtag bunch of rejects around the galaxy."
"I'll believe you" he dared, "if you tell that to Blizz."
"I'll call him up here," he said, reaching for the comm.
She smacked his hand away. "I can't do this!" she hissed, "Can't be responsible for you all!" She braced her hands on the console, "Almost got you all killed."
"First of all, don't insult me," Gault snapped. Skari raised an eyebrow. "I've been taking care of myself for a long time, don't need you to take over the job. Okay? We straight on that?"
A reluctant smile stretched her lips. "Okay," she said in a small voice.
"Second, let me clue you in, sister. Leaving people doesn't work like that. I've bailed on people. I've bailed on lots of people. But bailing on people who care about you - that will stick with you forever."
She shook her head. "It's better this way."
Gault sat down in the seat next to hers and propped his feet up on the console. "Think I told you this before, but you're not getting rid of me so easily. I'm not leaving, and if you hadn't tricked them with lures of wampa hunts, and prototype wreckage, and alien slicers, the others would be telling you the same thing. Can't believe Mako fell for that." The disgust in his voice was palpable.
Skair looked over at him and grinned a little. "I can't believe it either. I had three more jobs set up, but nope she took the first one."
Gault snorted and the two of them chuckled.
Skari sobered and tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling. "Know what's really stupid?"
"Torian's obsession with food that destroys your mouth?"
Skari's lip quirked, but she didn't look over at him. She was quiet for a moment. "I miss him."
Gault sighed. "I am so not the girlfriend type."
"You were in love with him," he said with a shrug, "that doesn't just get shut off cause the man's a lunatic."
"I wasn't in love with him," she scoffed.
He grinned and threw a crumpled up flimsy at her. "Yeah, whatever." He stood and stretched. "We good?"
She looked up at him, her eyes a bit more watery than normal. "We're good."
He nodded and walked to the door when her voice stopped him.
He pointed at her. "You owe me a drink for this mess."
She smiled. "Yes, I do."
Skari was smiling to herself as she uncrumpled the flimsy that had landed in her lap. Her smile died at the sight of Crae's golden eyes, his sharp features, the slight grin on his face. She owed them all a great deal more than a drink.
I'm slowly transferring the Skari/Crae story to its own thread (
) along with edits and a short new post or two. Until I get up to date with that one, I'll continue to post here, so bear with me
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