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03.13.2013 , 09:43 PM |
A short piece with SW Tessa. No game spoilers. NotLP -
. Takes place fairly early in chapter one.
Tessa knew there was no point in denying it. She had a crush on Malavai Quinn.
It was really rather embarrassing, when she thought about it. She was his commander, after all, which was simply inappropriate, not to mention the fact that
sweet stars he was old enough to be her father.
On the other hand, he was so handsome, and charming… Well, okay, maybe not charming per se. But there was something utterly endearing about the seriousness with which he discussed strategy and tactics, the way he viewed every situation as a problem to be solved. She had a feeling he hadn’t encountered many problems that he could not solve.
Yes, he had an certain air of…something…noble tragedy? No, competence, that was it. Pure, perfect competence. The only tragic thing about him was his extreme professionalism, which while useful in the field, was rather frustrating off it.
Tessa flopped down onto her bed with a sigh. She had to face the fact that Quinn probably just wasn’t interested in her. She could certainly think of reasons: she was too young, too inclined to disregard authority other than that of her master, too lenient with her enemies, too casual with her allies, and then there was the whole commander thing…
She shook her head. “I shouldn’t give up hope,” she said aloud determinedly. One never knew. Perhaps Quinn might come around some day. She would just have to prove to him that she had what it took to be a worthy mate.
The thought made her chuckle.
Mate? I’m not thinking of marrying him.
She grinned, feeling her cheeks flush.
Not yet, anyway.
She scooted up against the headboard, moving the pillows to support her back. They were only a few hours into this hyperspace voyage, and she would be damned if she spent the entire time practicing lightsaber forms or doing other productive things. She leaned over to the nightstand and picked up her datapad, smiling at the framed holo that rested there.
Her parents smiled back, her father standing tall and proud in his Imperial uniform, her mother in a long dress the same shade of red as the Sith tattoo on her forehead. Tessa patted the hologram fondly and settled back on the bed, turning on the datapad and flipping to her favorite romance novel, the one about a Twi’lek Sith and a Chiss bounty hunter.
She started to read, unable to resist imagining herself and Quinn in the places of the main characters. Maybe one day, it would happen that way for real…
I couldn't think of a good way to work this into the text, but I feel it's worth mentioning that at this point in the timeline, Tessa is eighteen. This universe's Quinn enters the story at his canon age of thirty-seven. Yeah.
There's always lightning.