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01.12.2013 , 12:06 AM |
ee, Friday rush!
@Ves, A'tro. Just...A'tro. I like how Quinn handles this...I mean, I don't like it, but it seems to suit him.
@kabe, no romance for Vierce and Elara yet. Cease-fire, though, after reasonably productive Tatooine and Alderaan. They're not really up to talking one on one or anything.
@Eversteam, I love the final line of that piece. Killer.
@Irrissa, the NPCs have a future! And a life! And Fieler Dan is...yup, doin' her thing. I see her lasting a long, long time.
Night of the Living Prompt: Allies
piece occurs immediately after Vierce finishes Act 1 break. No spoilers. 800 words.
I touched down in Coruscant Military District B Spaceport, Docking Bay 32, and grabbed my bag. The plan was a few days here with old friends in the service who couldn't make it back to Kegled II at the moment, also maybe drinks with pretty Sergeant Jaxo; after that I would go on home.
To my surprise…and, I'll admit, in light of my crew debarking right then, slight discomfort…the friends I had called to get together with had skipped the rendezvous point and come to the hangar. I was greeted straight off the ramp by an armful of strawberry-blonde energy who set about kissing me in her signature shameless style.
When she let me up for air I took her waist and gently set her down on the ground. "Why yes, Eddy, I am single at the moment, thank you for checking before–"
She hopped up and kissed me again. That's Eddy. "We'll have fun," she cooed, and bounced away.
Jorgan was making a peculiar strangled sound that I will not try to describe. He managed close to a straight face when I turned to him. "We'll just head out, sir," he said.
I looked to Dorne and realized that dealing with her in front of a gaggle of Kegled resistance veterans would be a disaster. They'd tear her to pieces. I turned just enough to hide the hand signal for silence from my friends. She nodded and kept her mouth shut. I nodded back as apologetically as I could and then looked back to Jorgan. "See you in two weeks."
The two of them went on their way. I approached the waiting gang. I hugged willowy Vrenda, nodded at saturnine Rizz, gave clasped hand/one-shoulder hug things to Dep and Flash.
I stepped back and took a second to look Flash over. He was nearly my height, lanky, red-haired and hawk-nosed. Part of his nose was now covered in a smooth black metallic shell, one that extended over one eye and across to his ear and some of his scalp. Set into that gleaming surface, a red cybernetic eye moved opposite his natural brown one.
"So which cyborg jokes haven't you heard yet?" I asked him.
"Heard 'em all before I even got out of the medcenter. Don't worry, you can recycle. Tell you one thing, though? I thought you were lucky they had the supplies to save your eye in the old blast. Nuh-uh, not anymore. You have got to try one of these things." He pointed at the artificial eye. "That way they coulda saved the kolto for keeping the rest of your face pretty."
"'f I got any prettier the ladies wouldn't let me get any work done." That was mostly funny for being a complete lie. "So, where do we start?"
"You could start by telling me about Sergeant Gorgeous there," said black-haired Dep, nodding after where Dorne had gone.
Ah, Dep's priorities. "Not a chance," I said. "Way, way off-limits."
"Don't tell me you converted to the school of not looking at the women in your cell. She's just your type."
Flash caught the look on my face, even if he misguessed the reason for it. "Stars, Dep," he said, "do you even think before words come out of your mouth?"
Dep shrugged. "Not seeing the problem. What are the odds lightning strikes twice?"
And kills a comrade-turned-girlfriend, assuming I were stupid enough to set myself up for that again? I scowled at him. "That depends on how much time you spend dressing up in bronzium and dancing on skyscrapers during thunderstorms, doesn't it? End of speculation." They didn't need to know that any surface parallels between Dorne and…well, anybody…were the least of my problems with her. For now I just wanted to relax. "You can still ask inappropriate questions about Jorgan, though."
"Hmph. I bet he doesn't even leave furballs," said Eddy. "The Cathar in our squad doesn't leave furballs. That was a huge disappointment."
Flash gave her a crooked grin. "Think of the poor cleaning droid, Eddy. I bet he's grateful."
"Oh," said Eddy. "Do not start. The C2-N2 model we have? I don't want him grateful. I would synthesize hairballs to drop all over the ship if I thought it would make him sad."
"You know what this conversation needs?" interjected Dep. "Drinks. Come on, Classic Shots."
We had gone there all the time while stationed at the base nearby; it was my traditional role to make some kind of complaint against the joint. "Could you possibly pick a bigger dive?"
"Dive's the point. Reminds me of Ye Olde Bomb Shelter back home."
"Don't pretend it doesn't," Vrenda told me in her husky voice.
"The resemblance might be there," I conceded. "A little. But the girls you meet at the Classic aren't nearly as good-looking."
Vrenda nodded, accepting that tribute. "I'm glad the exalted commander of Havoc Squad still knows his place."
"You know me. I don't forget." I set an arm around Eddy's shoulders and grinned down at her. "Let's go then."
So what's the bigger jerk move: letting Dorne deal with a guaranteed hostile audience, or actually ordering her to shut up just because Vierce's friends are around?
Anyway these people don't have much bearing on the main plot as such. They're just the folks Vierce grew up with.
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