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05.12.2013 , 05:55 PM |
Planes, Trains, and Thrantamobiles
Miriah and Corso, RotHC
no spoilers, ~ 1k words
Title: Gamblers Never Win
Corso shook his head as the black speck in the distance roared toward him. I should have known better than to agree to a night out in Anchorhead, he thought. No cards, and she wouldn’t have won that blasted speeder. He continued to watch as the speck grew larger, followed by a large cloud of dust and sand, and not a small contingent of womp rats. What the void had the previous owner done to it, he wondered. It was fast, way too fast in his opinion. Yet, he couldn’t help but grin at his wife’s obvious pleasure in it, seeing her long hair flying behind her, hearing her whoop of joy as she made the round again, from his perch on the ramp of the Stardancer to the outer post a couple of dunes over from the spaceport.
Risha joined him on the ramp, laughing as she saw Miriah speed off, and noted the look of concern on Corso’s face. “Aww let her have some fun. She deserves it, we all do. Since the Makeb missions, she’s been working too hard.” She sat beside her crew mate, and handed him a protein bar. “She’ll get tired and gritty soon enough, and be ready to …”
Her words were cut off by the fireball she saw shooting up into the sky over the dune, right were Miriah would have to be. Corso scrambled to his feet, punching his code into the airlock door, and grabbed a speeder. He took off toward the now black smoke and rising flame, Risha right behind him. No, no, no, no, he thought, trying to stay focused on finding her rather than letting his emotions overtake his brain. She’s a great pilot, she’ll be okay, he kept telling himself. Damn speeder, should have known there was something wrong with it. He started to see flaming pieces of metal scattered in front of him as he approached what he thought was the crash site. He saw several scorched womp rats, and was surveying the area when he heard her groan. Risha stopped beside him, looking around.
The sand in front of them shifted slightly, and they both heard the low groan again, just as Corso noticed the trail of oil that lead straight to the spot, and flame dancing ever closer, following the spill. He threw himself off the speeder and over her as the flame leaped in its new fuel source. Corso could feel the heat and smell the acrid fumes of his cortosis gear as it melted under the assault. Only the spray of clean sand that Risha heaped on his back extinguished the fire.
He lay there a few seconds, dazed by the fumes and the fear, and realized Miriah was being crushed. He quickly rolled over and started digging to unearth her, sand flying in all directions, Risha joining in. They uncovered her little by little, rolling her over so that she could breathe. She was still, so very still, he thought, her chest barely rising with her breath. “Let’s get her back to the ship, Cor, before we start getting company here,” Risha told him, and he agreed. He cradled his love in his arms, mounting the speeder with her in his lap, her head on his chest.
Guss was waiting with packs open and equipment humming when they boarded, Risha having sent a distress message back to the ship. He watched as Corso jogged up the ramp, smoke still rising from the ruined clothing hanging off his scorched back, the ends of his hair blackened. Miriah was placed on the medbay cot as gently as Corso could manage, given the burns he had suffered himself. Guss started the scan on his captain but turned his attention to the Mantellian who bowed over her, guiding him to the second cot and reaching for a pot of kolto gel.
“Just take care of her, Guss, I’m fine,” Corso told him as he felt the cooling relief of the gel as it began to heal the angry skin of his back. Guss snorted, trying not to hurt him.
“Are you kidding? She’ll stab me with my own lightsaber if I don’t take care of you first, and believe me, I’m more afraid of her than you.” Corso tried to relax, lying on his stomach, gritting his teeth against the pain when Guss pulled a charred piece of gear from his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that Miriah was blinking at him, tears in her luminous silver eyes. She reached out and touched his shoulder, her fingers trembling. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Darlin’, I’m fine, and I’m happier than I can say to see you awake,” he told her. “Don’t cry, at least not until I can hold you.” He winced as Guss injected him with something, and felt the world drift away, but he never let go of her hand.
A couple of days after the wreck, Miriah was sitting in the captain’s chair and Corso, his burns healed, sat in his usual seat, watching as she prepared to take them out of the spaceport. “Mir, darlin’, what happened on that speeder?” he asked her softly, seeing her glance at him before returning her eyes to her instruments. It was the first time he’d asked directly, thinking that if he waited a few days, it wouldn’t be so raw to talk about.
“I suspect it was rigged to blow, whether it was for me or the Rodian I won it from, I have no idea. “ She kept her face turned away, wiping the single tear that streaked down quickly. She still wasn’t over the fact that Corso had taken the pain of her folly with the speeder. “I guess we’ll never know for sure.” She looked up into those dark brown eyes she loved, and saw him grin.
“You sure had fun til the blast, though,” he laughed, and kissed her before they launched.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.