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02.04.2013 , 11:49 AM |
With apologies for spamming again, here's
with Wynston, Quinn, and Pierce Junior in the Ruth-Less timeline. Spoilers for the end state of Ruth Means Compassion, no game spoilers. 1000 words.
…relevant background, brunette Sith Warrior Ruth was killed in action a year and a half prior to this scene. Pierce Junior has only recently been recruited for Wynston's galactic-meddling organization, and his background to date is intentionally vague. Oh, and ever since Quinn's tragic bereavement, Quinn = chick magnet. And, to PJ's chagrin, gay man magnet as well.
Quinn stalked up to where Wynston was working and, by dint of not slowing down, managed to shove Wynston out of the way in the collision of personal bubbles. "What are you doing?" He started typing something on the console.
Wynston already seemed to know what he was talking about. "Making your life hell, with Pierce Junior's assistance. What did you think I was doing?"
"Is this your retribution for my finally resolving the matter of Dyskorn V?"
"Maybe. Why did you drag the Empire in? I had that system in hand! The civil war was almost over, I was going to arrange a sustainable golden age of world peace!"
"World peace was instated."
"Under the bootheel of the Dark Council was not what I had in mind."
"Regardless, you hardly needed to respond by…
like this." He finally finished bringing up a HoloNet page, a garishly cheerful-looking dating site. He scowled harder when a picture of himself came up. Wynston grinned.
"Malavai Quinn," Quinn read crisply, "species human, gender male, age forty-eight, hair black, skin fair, eyes…'a deep and soulful blue'…no cybernetics. Education, Dromund Kaas Military Academy, likes, uniforms, brooding and attention to detail, dislikes, frivolity and brunettes. – That last was uncommonly considerate of you."
"I'm not completely insensitive."
"This would be the first evidence I have seen to substantiate that, and it is somewhat overshadowed by the fact that you know full well my reluctance is not with brunettes so much as with women and romantic activity of any kind."
"You're never going to get anywhere with that attitude."
"I don't want to go anywhere! That's the point!"
"I should reiterate, now that it's been more than a year and a half, that I cannot for love nor money get female attention while you're in the room."
"You tried money?" Quinn said in a tone threatening to dip into smugness.
Wynston ignored that. "Pierce Junior's suffering for your effect, too. If you'd only have the decency to pair off I'm sure it would help. Especially if the unlucky woman managed to get you to lighten up a little."
Quinn was only half paying attention. "And what is this portrait?" he demanded.
Wynston arched an eyebrow at the image on Quinn's holo profile. "That's what you look like when you're brooding up on the observation deck all day."
"I don't brood, agent. I'm thinking."
"Thinking brooding thoughts. Which is exactly what women love about you. Hence, I took the most flattering possible shot."
"I look like I just ate something vile."
"Yes, that's what they like. I don't pretend to understand it." Wynston spread his hands. "Junior was going to holographically alter it to make you smile. I couldn't get him to back down 'til I reminded him that it's your air of noble tragedy that gets you women in the first place. Or would, if you would just give any of them the time of day."
"There are chronos enough in the galaxy, agent. They hardly need mine."
"But they really want it. It's obvious the 'random passersby throwing themselves at your feet' approach isn't finding you anyone suitable, so desperate measures are called for."
Quinn made a small annoyed noise and moved on from the profile picture to the text. "'Career military man seeks motivated Imperial for action abroad and long, meaningful chats at home.' I don't 'chat', agent."
"'Long, fraught staring out the window' didn't have the same ring to it."
Quinn returned to reading. "'It takes a precise mind and a very high adrenaline tolerance to keep up with me in the field, but stick around and you may catch a glimpse of the…romantic beneath. I firmly believe that actions speak louder than words when it comes to romance; the gift of a star system or two scarcely qualifies as a grand gesture in my book, but it's the least I can do from time to time for the kind of woman who can appreciate it. Behind my solemn exterior lies a…passionate lover just waiting…for…the right…touch.'" Quinn's eyebrows somehow managed to inch higher, but he continued. "'Though thoughtful at heart I'll be the first to leap into action to defend friends and family.'"
"We chose to posit, for purposes of this profile, that you have friends," Wynston added.
Quinn shot him a dirty look, then continued reading. "'I am assertive, no-nonsense, and in thirty years of military service I have yet to surrender…For the right woman, that last point may be negotiable.' 'Surrender'? This was paraphrased from his…
. Wasn't it."
"Most likely. I wasn't feeling masochistic enough to ask."
"If he included fabricated details about my…"
"I stopped him before he went that far."
"I would thank you were it not for the fact that you're still complicit in the rest of this. You will remove this profile at once."
"After all the effort Junior went through to put it up, not to mention the days we spent struggling to come up with accurate likes and dislikes that don't make you sound like an insufferable priss? I think not."
"I'll have someone delete it."
"Junior's quite the slicer. He could get it back up in no time."
"Junior is going to find the People's Front of Ryloth knocking at his door if this profile doesn't disappear in the next twenty-four hours."
"Bugger. Found out about that, did you?"
"You're not the only one who can get up to mischief on the HoloNet, agent. If the PFR doesn't deter him I'll find an old grudge who will. A man like Pierce Junior makes enemies." Quinn showed his teeth. "Now. We can get to work on something constructive, or I can start finding ways to make you regret harassing me in this fashion. When one spends as much time 'brooding' on the matter as I do, one comes up with a number of ideas."
Wynston edged away from the quickly-spreading cloud of malice. "All right, let's work on something constructive, then. – That does not involve inviting the Empire to crush the problem."
"That is acceptable. We can send Junior to crush it instead. He obviously has nothing better to do with his time."
I should probably write these boys actually working in the field at some point…they don't spend
their time standing on the
sniping at each other.
…Just most of it.
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