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05.20.2013 , 06:02 AM |
Story: "Sith Happens"
Timeline: Just arrived on Alderaan for "repairs" after the previous post
Prompt: "Worlds Colliding" maybe?
Spoilers: Sith Warrior, especially Ch2 & Ch3; some Agent Ch1
Story so far:
Part 3 (this post)
Quinn led Jaesa down the ramp into Rhu Caenus Spaceport, feeling slightly strange at walking in front, Jaesa behind and to the right, as if he were in command and she were his attache. Well, he
in command for all official and outward purposes, but both of them knew she was by far the most powerful being of the two. He didn't resent this as he did with Lord Xioban, nor did he feel intimidated as he did with Xioban.
Unlike his late wife, Quinn felt that Jaesa actually had the Empire's best interests at heart, and she was genuinely...he couldn't believe he was even thinking this...a nice person. She was thoughtful, caring, unselfish, and believed in something larger than herself...everything Quinn had never been, with the sole exception of his devotion to the Empire. He would feel like an insect next to her, if only she didn't radiate that damned aura of inspiration and competence...she exuded an infectous desire to be
Old Quinn would have resented this, sneered at her selflessness as being stupidity or naivete, and watched for an opportunity to eliminate her as a threat to the Sith and the Empire. New Quinn realized that this was exactly what the Empire needed: compassion to temper opportunism, mercy to temper ruthlessness, pragmatic logic to temper galactic-scale ambition and avarice.
Seeing her save his life and those of Vette and Pierce several times over during the battle with Lord Xioban, selflessly and with no thought to reciprocation, opened his eyes for the first time in his adult life. And yet she siezed on this opportunity to take Baras' life--and with it, his place--not to satisfy a hunger for personal power, but rather because she could do more for the Empire in that position than he could.
Quinn's career had been a shambles because he sabotaged it with suspicion and double-dealing. The one good thing he had done, at the Battle of Druckenwell, hadn't been truly done for the Empire. He had done it to try to elevate his own career at the expense of his commander's. He knew that now, his own protests to the contrary notwithstanding.
Jaesa's quiet voice broke him out of his distracted musings. "Your mind is wandering, Malavai."
He looked back, pretending to be annoyed and saw her smiling a very small smile. The one liberty she had taken was to use his given name. Somehow, coming from her it didn't seem intrusive. He nodded slightly and schooled his thoughts, unaware whether there were any other Sith in the spaceport. "Quite right, Jaesa. Thank you."
Her justification for the familiarity was logical: he had always called her by her first name, so it was only fair. He could think of a dozen regulations that would contradict her, but none of that seemed to matter with her. And truth be told, he didn't really seem to give a fig for regulations where she was involved. Something else that would have been inconceivable for him mere weeks ago.
They both caught a speeder to the Killik hive that was formerly known as House Cortess. The house had been taken over and "converted" (that was his contact's word for it) after the heads of the house had been caught in some sort of treason against the Empire. That had been one of the events that, while good for him and his Killik friends personally, had convinced him that he didn't belong in Imperial Intelligence.
His self-reflection and revelation came at just the right time for Quinn and his crew; Quinn himself had been preparing to call the former diplomat when he'd seen his name pop up on an incoming holocall. The conversation had lasted less than a minute, but told them both what they needed to know: Quinn needed someone, and Vector Hyllus needed someplace to go.
Horrendously bad fan fiction:
Sith in a Pretty Dress