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10.20.2013 , 09:43 PM |
A Time of Joy
Malavai Quinn swallowed the lump of nervousness in his throat as he stood outside the main hall of the Dromund Kaas capitol building. Methic, standing by his side in surprisingly formal Sith robes, frowned, reached over, and adjusted Quinn's collar.
"You look rather nervous, Colonel," Methic said with a grin.
Quinn swallowed again. "It's my wedding day, m'lord...weren't you?"
"I married Vette, Colonel. I was nervous then and I've been nervous every day since." He shot Quinn a sly wink. "You're lucky. Jaesa's beautiful, smart, kind, joyful..."
"Ahem," Vette hissed from nearby.
"Not as perky as Vette, though," Methic added quickly, "not nearly as perky. Or...blue."
"Thank you, m'lord," Quinn said.
He straightened, looked at the chrono hidden under the gray sleeve of his uniform, and nodded.
"It's time," he said.
He stepped out into the grand hall, standing at the front of the room with Methic. Methic moved to the center of the podium to officiate the ceremony, while Vette moved over to take her position as bridesmaid. Quinn looked over his shoulder at Agent Merok–his best man–and nodded. At the back of the room, ushers Pierce and Broonmark politely shoved last-minute guests towards their seats. Toovee Arrate, at a signal from Methic, began playing traditional Imperial wedding music.
The back door of the hall opened, and Jaesa stepped in, beautiful in her white-and-blue gown. Quinn fought the urge to beam–and failed. She grinned at him, practically dragging her father down the aisle. Her mother, tearfully, waved at her from the front row.
"Ladies, gentlemen, aliens," Methic said, "we are gathered here today for the joyous joining in hands of marriage to Colonel Malavai Quinn of the Imperial Army, and apprentice Jaesa Willsaam. This marriage is more than two people joining; this represents the relationship between the Sith and the military in the future. If any oppose to this marriage, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
At the back of the room, Kaliyo snickered and elbowed Pierce. "Sounded like he said 'forever hold your pee.'"
Pierce chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. Merok, hearing this over his earbud comlink, glared at Kaliyo. She shut up. Quinn stepped forward and took Jaesa's hands.
"Do you, Malavai Quinn, take Jaesa Willsaam as your wife, to love, protect, and honor as long as you both shall live?" Methic continued.
Quinn grinned. "I do."
"Do you, Jaesa Willsaam, take Malavai Quinn as your husband, to love, serve with, and hold as long as you both shall live?"
"Then, by the power vested in my by the Imperial Code of Law, and by the Force itself, it is my great personal joy to pronounce you man and wife."
Quinn surged forward and embraced Jaesa in a powerful kiss. She kissed him back, pressing herself against his chest.
"I present to you," Methic said, "Colonel and Apprentice Malavai Quinn."
The audience cheered. Quinn finally pried himself from Jaesa's lips, waved to the audience, and moved down the aisle, a bounce in his step. Yes, he thought, life was very good.
I've been trying to find a good way to write this piece for a long time now; I hope this did it justice.
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