Prompts to come this evening!
For now, I've been in a bit of a funk outside one storyline. And I got stuck on Vierce's Alderaan some time ago. So what I'm going to do is finish up some of Vierce's Alderaanian scraps, not worry about his main plot line, and move on from there.
So I have a
Night of the Living Prompt: What's in a Name? 100 words. Spoilers for a term bandied about very early on Republic Alderaan.
I stopped once Havoc Squad had gotten well outside the huge Alderaanian palace. "So," I said, still mentally unpacking the speech and assignment we had just gotten from our local contact. "Duke Organa."
"Duke Organa," agreed Jorgan.
"Officially appointing us, uh, paladins."
"Remind me to add that to my resume," said Jorgan.
"I will. Weirdly enough, it's already on mine." Jorgan gave me a curious look, so I went on. "Girl back home used to say that my 'gallivanting around righting wrongs' made me a certifiable paladin. Unlike Duke Organa she was mocking me, but, the job description was there."
"Can't say I'm surprised, sir."
"Yeah. Well, come on, then. There's wrongs to right."
And then
Night of the Living Prompt: Dreams. 250 words, no spoilers.
After a big meal in the state room Duke Organa had lent us – me, Jorgan, and Dorne – talk came around to life after the war.
Jorgan was nursing the same beer he had started the evening with. "Figure I'll settle down someplace with my girl," he was saying. "Thank the Stars, now that she's seen Coruscant she isn't anxious to go back to Ord Mantell. So we'll go someplace nice. She can do her architect thing. I'll get, I don't know yet, some kind of job that lets me stay close to home. It'll be good." He jerked his head my way. "What about you?"
"I'm staying in the service."
"Somehow I'm not surprised. Though you might think after, what, seventeen years fighting, you wouldn't want to try something a little more relaxing?"
"Fighting's all I've ever done. It suits me. Don't give me that look. Maybe after we've wiped out the Empire completely I'll retire, huh? Settle down on Dromund Kaas, find some beachfront property. They have beaches on Dromund Kaas?"
"Not sure. I've never been," Jorgan deadpanned.
"They have muddy patches between the usual rocks near some of the parasite-infested bodies of water, sir," reported Dorne. "I think 'beach' might be an overly generous term."
"Well, there goes that plan." I stretched and shrugged. "Army life it is."
"Heh," said Jorgan. "And you, Dorne?"
"I expect I'll continue to serve once the war is over. My skill set is suited to it."
"You two." The Cathar shook his head. "Havoc Squad is set for life."
WHY ARE YOU REFERRING TO HER AND ME WITH THE SAME TERM, 'YOU TWO.' STOP THAT AT ONCE.
...*cough* I mean, everything's fine. Yup.