Lodestone: A Wynston/Ruth Alternate Universe
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12.30.2012 , 03:17 PM |
L + 15 years 4 days
"All right," said Larr Gith. "I have to know. What is it you do in your spare time?"
Orphea looked up from the console. "Spare time?" she said blandly.
"Yeah. You know. While you're standing around waiting for the heavy hitters to get back to you?"
Orphea cleared her screen. "I have correspondence. Research for upcoming jobs. Reports on what else is going on around the galaxy."
"Let me rephrase. Time off. For fun. You don't actually work every minute you're not sleeping."
"Of course not, I take refresher breaks." Orphea gave Larr Gith a little smile. "I go out for drinks when my friends are in town. Sometimes I even talk about not-work."
"Drinks? Thrilling." Larr Gith waggled a finger in a sarcastic impression of banner-waving.
"Nothing stronger, thanks. Spice and I don't get along. We had a long conversation about it once, it turned out to be both painful and expensive with very little long-term benefit." A lie, the claim that Orphea had had any lasting acquaintance with spice, but it might set Larr at ease.
"You really worry about the long term 24/7," the blonde said flatly.
"That's my job."
"Again with the job! Spare. Time. Stars, you are worse than the Jedi."
That was an accusation Orphea didn't hear much of. She socialized on the job all the time, if that counted. Any time she had away from the main mission she usually spent handling reports remotely. Or catching up with other agents on the
, staying in touch. On the rare occasions she had a few days free and no major fires to put out it was always back to Dromund Kaas, its own reward. Perhaps not a thrilling social life on the face of it. Not if you didn't think work chatter qualified.
Ah, well. "What I'm hearing you say," Orphea said slowly, "is somehow Lord Scourge's company isn't doing it for you."
"Ooh. Did that finally show up in one of those reports you're reading?"
"I'm just not sure why it should be a problem. You had a very impressive operation with him during the last incident."
"Yeah, I think he gets off on 'impressive.' Doesn't make him any easier to talk to."
The more Orphea knew about the woman the more material she had to work with later; if she was talking, Orphea had better listen. Also they were in hyperspace and had nothing better to do. "Look, these reports were getting kind of dull anyway. If drinks aren't too un-thrilling for you I may possibly have a minor stash down the hall. We could commiserate over working for Sith."
Sith. I don't work for that jack*** no matter what he tells you." Larr Gith started moving with that swaying gait she only used when she knew people could see her.
Orphea kept the unassuming manner going. "Tell me about it."
"So then," Larr Gith said, her contralto voice still clear and controlled after multiple shots, "I just ran him through. All that effort and he crumples over a lousy lightsaber. It wasn't even mine, I had to borrow one off somebody on Corellia after the last battle."
"Maybe the ease of his death should have raised your suspicions."
"Oh, do not start. It was hard enough getting there. Ever try strolling across Kaas City? Now try doing it as a Jedi. Yeah. So sure, I know Scourge was paranoid, but I thought the job was done."
"The job generally has other ideas," Orphea said ruefully.
"No kidding. Ugh. Case in point? I'm tromping through Sith space again now. For the job. I know that Ruth is important to you, but, just the same, I'm making it the entire point of my career from now on to stop meeting Sith. Ever. Anywhere."
"I can actually sympathize." Orphea really didn't meet that many good ones.
"The ones I've got are more than enough, thanks."
"They're enough," Orphea agreed.
"Ugh." Larr flopped back on Orphea's bed, an action more distracting in its unselfconscious motion than anything the Jedi had ever done on purpose. "…stars, do you actually sleep on durasteel? This is horrible."
The mattress was downright cushy by Imperial standards. "I sleep all right on it."
"Worse than Jedi. Where was I? Right, killing the Emperor. I wonder if they'll throw me a party this time?" She chortled. "The Jedi Council kicked me out of their good graces, you know, after the celebrations were over and they decided my wicked ways were making them look bad. I got personally harangued by Master Satele Shan. Because they, like you, are all about the long term and the job at the expense of having half a gram of fun ever." She looked aimlessly around the ceiling, her amber eyes gleaming. "I bet they'll have a party anyway. I wonder if Doc would show up."
"Doc?" Larr wasn't one to talk about men in anything other than dismissive terms.
"Old friend, the guy who had 'very impressive operation' and was actually fun about it. We split a ways back, but stars, he knew how to party."
"You must've been very young then." Wasn't everyone for their first mistake? And this was clearly, regardless of what Larr might claim, a still-sensitive mistake.
"Of course I was, I'm not that old now." Larr Gith sniffed annoyedly. "He was way older and 'bad for me.' It was a lot of fun." She sat up fast. "And you know who walks back into my life instead? Overseer Sourface, that's who. You want to be helpful with your whatever the hell it is you do? Dig up a guy who isn't such a hopeless drag."
"Dating service. I'll have to take that back up to HQ, I think they'd like it."
"Not a service. Just me, I don't care what the rest of you people end up with." She smiled fiercely and waved her glass. "Anyway, I gotta say, for a half-*ssed Force-blind Jedi wannabe you've got decent taste in vodka."
Charming as ever. "I take only the best in my irresponsibilities."
Larr giggled. "Like me."
If the Jedi kept on solely defining herself as an irresponsible element, Orphea, Ruth, and the whole galaxy with them was doomed. Lectures wouldn't fix it; Lord Scourge and a long history with the Jedi Council had seen to that. "Exactly," Orphea said cheerfully, and offered her another drink.
I have this vision of Larr Gith wandering the BH ship with a little quest/conversation triangle above her head while Orphea ninjas around trying to escape notice. She's still talking! Somebody stop her!
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