Please upgrade your browser for the best possible experience.

Chrome Firefox Internet Explorer
×

There is no death, there is only Wrath

STAR WARS: The Old Republic > English > Community > Fan Fiction
There is no death, there is only Wrath

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.26.2012 , 08:35 PM | #141
86. In which we beseech the powers that be for class rebalancing

A Sorc’s full advantage would take
Half a day just to list. He can break
Quite a lot with his art.
So sadly, he’ll start
Well ahead when a lot is at stake.



It was, admittedly, not a very complicated plan.

Morning, and Nalenne ordered her crew to go grab some biochemical samples from the chaotic former zoos and gardens of Corellia.

Then she idly flipped through an issue of the Scarlet Nexu’s Revenge. Quinn wandered off at some point. She took no notice. After she finished the comic book she drew up a short nonsensical shopping list and left the ship.

Even with the advance warning, she was surprised to see that Servant Nine was approaching the ramp just as she was coming down it. Interesting timing. “Servant Nine,” she said warmly. “Long time no see. My sister’s kinkfest kick you out yet?”

“I’m quite through with your sister,” he said. “In the end she was as disappointing as you. No, I’m here about your job.”

“Oh? Wanna go out sometime?”

“I will.” He ran a dramatic pair of sparks down his arms to burst into a flash of light between his hands. “You won’t.”

Before Nalenne had a chance to give the signal, Pierce’s first round impacted at Servant Nine’s heels.

Nalenne drew her saber and grinned. “Showtime.”

*

“THIS. IS. NOT. FAIR.”

Servant Nine smiled lazily and leaped once more, smashing down to fling Nalenne back. “Sorry, did you think you could touch me?”

“Hand clan cheats,” buzzed Broonmark, hanging suspended beside Nalenne in the lingering aftereffects of the shock.

An easy flick of Servant Nine’s hand threw lightning-pain through Nalenne and branching amidst her friends, once, twice, before he even seemed to start thinking about what he was doing. The moment her muscles started obeying her again, she Force leaped back in to deal another staggering blow.

Servant Nine casually jammed Pierce’s rifle from afar, refreshed a disabling whirlwind around Vette, flared another burst of sparks at 2V-R8. Nalenne struck. His static shield flashed brilliantly on breaking, blinding her and causing Broonmark and Jaesa to grunt in distress. Then he was running, flicking more lightning as he went, briefly turning Nalenne’s legs to lead with some Force trick. When Jaesa got close he burst even faster, leaving the Jedi choking on a fresh puff of dust.

Then, just for fun, Servant Nine stopped short and raised purple pain around the whole battlefield.

Nalenne kept at it. She had no choice. The raw hatred that powered her Force Choke after he knocked her back again and started channeling some healing meditation on himself…well, it should’ve killed him outright, but he slithered free instead.

“Nalenne,” yelled Vette, uselessly firing another stream of blaster bolts into Servant Nine’s shield. “Ideas?”

“His hair’s starting to muss. That means he can’t keep popping that shield up much longer.”

“Hey,” said Servant Nine, annoyed.

“I know you, babe,” she told him. “Hey, Broonmark, go long.”

Servant Nine cast one curious look at the Talz, who obediently started trotting away. Then Servant Nine looked to Nalenne and slammed another crackling, stunning force through her.

“Dammit,” she said, and Force pushed him without raising an arm. It was powerful enough to send him straight to Broonmark’s blade, and Broonmark wasn’t stunned just then. “Everything you’ve got, guys. Just don’t shoot me when I get in close.”

*

Not only was Servant Nine’s hair mussed, but his robe was scorched in multiple places and he had actually pulled out a lightsaber rather than continuing to throw weaker and weaker Force work.

And that was just fine by Nalenne.

“Back off, guys,” she said at last. “We’re almost done.” Servant Nine started a sardonic smile at the sound of that, but Nalenne successfully beat that out of him with a few hard strikes.

“So what’s your opinion on witty repartee at this point?” she asked him.

“You’re terrible at it, pet.” He flicked an attempted stunning trick.

She was finally mad enough to shrug it off. “Okay, then. Killing works.”

He turned her around, quickly. She was more than a little aware that Pierce and Vette would have trouble maintaining a clear shot. She was also more than a little aware that they wouldn’t need it. Saber to saber. Lightning to bloody-mindedness. Servant Nine had a lot of skill and a lot of power, but the clock was ticking and Nalenne was better at staying mad.

Another flurry of blows, a stinging shower of sparks from him, a reflexive Force push from her. “I’m just starting to feel good,” she said, and was surprised to find it was true. Down, side, side, cross, down, thrust. This for being a certifiably awful lay, that for banging her sister, this for trying to take her job, that for trying to use her husband, and that because she truly believed Quinn would’ve gone for it.

Servant Nine stumbled. Nalenne’s last blow turned from a proper subduing attack to a death stroke before she could reverse it. He fell to the ground without a word.

“Wait a minute,” said Nalenne. “I was going to gloat. You can’t die before I gloat!”

“Him dying means you won, my lord,” said Quinn as he came up beside her.

“A win without a victory speech is scarcely a win at all. You of all people should know that.”

“Don’t try to reason with her,” warned Jaesa.

“I know,” said Quinn.

“That was just disappointing.” Nalenne scowled.

“You said that about most of Servant Nine’s performances,” Vette pointed out.

The crew turned to stare at Vette.

“What?” she said. “It’s true.”

“I guess…I guess we’re done here, guys,” said Nalenne. “Time to go home.”
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.26.2012 , 08:37 PM | #142
87. In which we learn the price of disobedience

The end of one major conflict, but not the end of our original problem...

The Imps give conditional love
Handing pain or support from above.
Serve well and they’ll give
A superb way to live –
Or just death, or a variant thereof.



“I’m keeping my salary,” said Nalenne, “But understand that the only reason I’m staying Wrath at all is that you guys just demonstrated you’re nowhere near capable of bringing up an even vaguely qualified replacement.” Nalenne made a face at the holo. “Also Quinn likes the work.”

“Quinn is a remarkable creature,” said Servant One. “The offer remains open, captain, if you think your droid is up to it. But I suspect your chance has passed.”

“What is he talking about?” asked Nalenne.

“An exchange,” quavered Servant Two. “The captain obeys our command. The Hand restores his body to him. A new Wrath rises.”

“All within the Emperor’s power,” said Servant One. “Or it would have been if you hadn’t done the exact opposite of what we wanted, you stupid weasel.”

“Quinn. They offered you a body?”

“Yes,” he said, staring fixedly at the base of the holo.

Nalenne blinked. “Now I’m going to cry again. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t relevant, my lord. They asked me to betray you. I declined. The cost was my concern, not yours.”

“I…I really want to argue more, except that you still have the option to change your mind so I think I’m just going to agree with your decision for now.”

“It’s appreciated, my lord.”

“I don’t suppose you guys could re-embody him anyway? You know, as a favor for your extremely scary Wrath?”

“Not likely,” said Servant One. “We may need your services, Wrath, but don’t expect us to get friendly.”

“Good luck finding anybody half as dangerous as me for a replacement candidate.”

“Servant Nine would have prevailed. Only Quinn’s treachery saved you.”

“You say treachery, I say getting it right for once. You’ll understand if I’m not too broken up about his play.”

“The Wrath is crying a lot for somebody who isn’t broken up,” observed Servant Two.

“Not the point. I called to say I’m not dancing to your tune for a little while, okay? Call me when you find a fight worthy of me, but for now I’m taking a vacation.” A pause. “A paid vacation.”

“Damn,” said Servant One.

“Get gone.” She cut the holo.

And then she had to face Quinn. “I don’t…Malavai, I can’t even hug you.”

“It’s hardly necessary. You realize my motivations mostly have to do with my never, ever wanting to know how much worse things would get if I betrayed you again.”

“You could have been rid of me, and back in business. A real job. Respectable superiors. Snazzy up-to-date uniforms, probably with some shiny new decorations.”

Quinn’s brow creased. She suspected he hadn’t thought of that. But the expression passed. “You have a habit of imagining choices where there are none, my lord. My loyalty is to you. It could be no other way.”

“Even with the uniforms?”

“Even with the uniforms.”

“Yeah. Thanks. I, um, I think I’m going to keep crying for a while. Sorry about that.”

He gave her the ‘you’re being unreasonable again’ look. “I was trying to help.”

“It’s a thing, okay? I’ll be fine. Malavai, I’m – I’m great.” She covered her face with her hands and bolted.

Quinn stared after her, perplexed. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “I think.”
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.26.2012 , 09:14 PM | #143
Honestly, I could see Quinn taking his orders, watching Nalenne and the crew die, resuming his regular job, and spending the rest of his life as a well-behaved drone, telling himself that honor only counts for the highest authority you know.

The hope is that the devastating psychological damage - err, sweet emotional attachment - wrought by the preceding months prompts him to think for two seconds about how he would live with himself after pulling a stunt like that. I don't think he's ever met anyone who looks after her own as determinedly as Nalenne does, and perhaps more importantly for his overall priorities I don't think he's ever met a more powerful person who still respects his opinions and is willing to champion his chosen cause. Throwing that away on the word of some cultists would offend both his Imperial-efficiency sensibilities and his "I regularly interpret the things I want to be a) good for the Empire and therefore b) morally imperative" doublethink.
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

kabeone's Avatar


kabeone
06.26.2012 , 09:28 PM | #144
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
Honestly, I could see Quinn taking his orders, watching Nalenne and the crew die, resuming his regular job, and spending the rest of his life as a well-behaved drone, telling himself that honor only counts for the highest authority you know.

The hope is that the devastating psychological damage - err, sweet emotional attachment - wrought by the preceding months prompts him to think for two seconds about how he would live with himself after pulling a stunt like that. I don't think he's ever met anyone who looks after her own as determinedly as Nalenne does, and perhaps more importantly for his overall priorities I don't think he's ever met a more powerful person who still respects his opinions and is willing to champion his chosen cause. Throwing that away on the word of some cultists would offend both his Imperial-efficiency sensibilities and his "I regularly interpret the things I want to be a) good for the Empire and therefore b) morally imperative" doublethink.
I thought he was terrified that betraying her again and swapping places would make her the ghost and him the living one and that would be truly horrific. Imagine Nalene with nothing else to do but bother him.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.26.2012 , 09:33 PM | #145
Quote: Originally Posted by kabeone View Post
I thought he was terrified that betraying her again and swapping places would make her the ghost and him the living one and that would be truly horrific. Imagine Nalene with nothing else to do but bother him.
..........brb, rewriting the rest of this series. XD
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.27.2012 , 05:21 AM | #146
88. In which Quinn and Nalenne don’t start

If action speaks louder than word,
Some strong stuff can be overheard.
Some choices, some acts,
Show evident facts;
Denial becomes quite absurd.



“Hey. Quinn? Get in here.”

“My lord?”

“My quarters. Come on.”

“Is that appropriate?”

“What, does the bed scare you? I can’t exactly violate you now.”

Quinn reluctantly followed Nalenne into her quarters. She sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed and faced him.

“So, one, thank you, and two, I have no idea how I’m going to make this up to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, my lord. I did what my duty demanded. It was nothing to do with you.”

“Um. Hi, that was blunt.”

“It’s true.”

“Nothing to do with me.”

“No, my lord. I was keeping my word. Nothing more.”

“You gave up the hope of…of everything. Your life back. All that to save my considerably-less-than-professionally-optimal life, but it’s nothing to do with me.”

""My life back' would be meaningless without my honor,” he snapped. “You know that.” A fraction of a second later, he snuffed out even that hint of emotion.

“Gotcha.” She looked up at him. He kept his best straight face. “I have to ask,” she said. “This is a completely different and totally unrelated subject, of course. I’m just curious. Do you have a speech prepared about how we can never be with each other or even acknowledge that it might be nice to be with each other?”

He did his tolerant-calm face. “Since you ask, yes. I do.”

“Did you break it down into all the reasons we can’t and all the reasons we shouldn’t?”

“There was sufficient overlap that I opted not to draw that distinction.”

“Ooh, ooh, can I guess the list? Lemme start: First, no body, no physical anything. This renders our every nonprofessional interaction pointless because, let’s face it, I have no admirable qualities beyond the physical and you have nothing I appreciate beyond the same.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“You always thought so.”

“I didn’t! You know I admire your power and determination. You know how I feel about the way you never hesitate to give your all to aid your friends and crush your enemies. About how as long as you’re at my side there is…you know that I did not intend to say any of this and that was a cheap trick, my lord.”

“You wouldn’t have fallen for it if you weren’t already on the edge,” she said smugly. “I knew you liked me.”

“Permission to retroactively apply the strict past tense to every sentiment I expressed there.”

“Denied.”

“Your rare moments of base cunning are damnably timed.”

“Every now and then you still underestimate me. Admit it, you love that I do that, too.”

“Were you going to return to listing the reasons any affectionate exercise would be not only pointless, but actively destructive? Because I can pick up if you’re finished.”

“I was going to talk about you first.”

Someone knocked at the door.

“Come in,” said Quinn loudly. “Please.”

Jaesa shuffled in. She was wearing fuzzy slippers with her regular Jedi robe, and she was carrying a couple of bags of unpopped popcorn.

“Hi, Captain Quinn,” she said shyly. “Master, I just got the holovid for My Little Nerfling VII, I thought maybe we could watch it together tonight.” She waved the popcorn bags.

“Oh! Jaesa, that sounds nice, but I’m a little…”

Jaesa looked from Nalenne to Quinn and back. “Busy?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes were completely round. “He’s sleeping over?”

“He’s my husband, Jaesa, it doesn’t really count as a sleepover.”

“Ex-husband,” Quinn reminded her.

“I never submitted that paperwork.* You only escaped on the technicality of being dead.”

“I just thought we could…” Jaesa looked down at the popcorn. “Okay.”

“Will that be all, Jedi?” Quinn said maliciously.

“Quit it, Quinn. We can get together tomorrow night, okay, Jaesa?”

“Yeah. Sure. I guess I’m just used to having you, you know, whenever.”

“I fear you won’t be ‘having her’ tonight,” Quinn said in a tone closely resembling the one he used for victory monologues.

“Good night, Jaesa,” Nalenne said gently. The Jedi nodded and shuffled out again.

Nalenne turned to Quinn and tried not to laugh. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he said, returning to his perfectly neutral expression.

“You were ready for blood!”

“I don’t know what you mean, my lord.”

“Tell me again how much you don’t care about me personally.”

“I can. I will. I…permission to be excused, my lord.”

“As we go forward, captain, I’ll be looking for ways to render what’s both impossible and inadvisable, merely inadvisable.”

“I wouldn’t have saved your life if I’d known you would make it an excuse to torture me again.”

“Well then, I’m lucky your decision had nothing to do with me, aren’t I? Dismissed, Quinn.”

And before she had finished saying his name, he was gone.


* - this is a dirty lie. Nalenne inundated every government and military office that had a published contact frequency with rants on how completely over that marriage was.
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.27.2012 , 05:24 AM | #147
89. In which Niselle and Nalenne talk some more

Today’s entry has spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor endgame.


Non-game-spoiler, yes-the-rest-of-this-post-spoiler synopsis for those who wish to follow Nalenne’s plot without ruining the Inquisitor (though, come the end of the series, I can’t help you):
Spoiler


Professional tensions run high
When nemeses fail to die.
A grievance recalled
From a grudge long forestalled
May throw office meetings awry.



“I can’t believe you demanded the floor during my meeting with the Dark Council for this.” Nalenne infused her lightsaber with enough power to fling Niselle’s lightning bolt off to one side.

“Darling, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Niselle flung a crackling Force sphere of raw pain. It hit Nalenne squarely in the shoulder.

“Darth Marr, make her stop,” whined Nalenne, transferring her lightsaber to her good arm and running in for an attack.

“Please do,” said the cyborg Darth Ravage, looking down from his lofty seat to where the sisters fought on the wide floor of the Dark Council’s assembly room. “You’re the one who insisted on promoting this brat to the Council.”

“Don’t look at me,” said Darth Marr. His face was hidden behind a blank mask. “She’s only fighting because her wretched sister killed her boyfriend, and that sister is only here today because of Darth Vowrawn’s machinations.”

Nalenne leaped, downswept, and was thrown back again by the explosion of Niselle’s Force shield.

The noble Sith Pureblood Darth Vowrawn gestured languidly. “Darth Niselle would have picked a fight regardless of how many boyfriends the Wrath has killed. She doesn’t have a tenth the class the Wrath does – and I will remind you, the Wrath has earned her place here.”

Niselle was on the run, firing lightning when she could. Nalenne helped the retreat process by Force pushing Niselle with crushing power into the base of her own Council chair.

“No fair!” yelled Niselle.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” said Marr, “but I’m starting to miss Darth Baras.”

“I would take even Thanaton back,” said Ravage.

“Or Vengean’s theatrics.”

“Or Ekkage’s interminable speeches.”

“It seems you gentlemen have no respect for strength anymore,” said Vowrawn.

“Cattiness,” said Marr. “The word you’re looking for is cattiness. And you’re right, I have no respect for it at all.”

“DIE,” said Niselle, shielding herself again and pushing toward Nalenne.

“What are we going to do if she kills Niselle, anyway?” said Ravage. “She doesn’t have time to be both Wrath and Councillor.”

“Bah, she could easily handle serving on the Council,” said Vowrawn. “She’s a very capable young woman.”

“Take that!” Nalenne swung at Niselle and missed.

“That’s not how it works,” said Marr. “You’ll recall the Wrath has already killed two Dark Council members, and on neither occasion did she take his seat.” He looked across the room to a scrawny tattooed human. “All the same, rookie, you’ve inherited the most ill-fated Council chair of the last two years. Good luck with that.”

Niselle was once again running. Nalenne rolled her eyes and leaped her twelfth Force charge of the evening. The fight raged on.

A familiar rough voice interrupted them next. “Nis? When you get a moment?”

“Not now, Andronikos,” said Niselle. Crackle, crash.

Andronikos leaned against the great stone frame of the chamber’s entrance. “Khem Val’s gotten into the Academy classrooms again. He’s going nuts in there.”

“What? No!” shrieked Niselle. Zap, swing. “He knows better than to do that when I’m not there to watch!” She bolted for the door.

Andronikos waited a moment after she ran past. “Look, Nalenne, I heard about what happened with your captain. There’s something I wanted to -“

Niselle ran back and grabbed him by the shirt. “Come on, Andronikos.” She dragged him out of the room.

Nalenne stood alone on the Dark Council floor.

“Are you quite finished?” Marr said coldly.

“Yeah. Why don’t you guys just decide among yourselves what needs smashing and call me back later.”
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.27.2012 , 09:07 AM | #148
90. In which the crew considers their options

When ill-advised openings call,
The forecast may shock and appall.
Preventative measures
Against certain pleasures
May serve to dodge heartache for all.



Pierce sat down at the mess table. “This strategy session is now called to order.”

Jaesa stopped mid-bite. “I was just here for a sandwich.”

“Had to lure you in. Knew you wouldn’t come otherwise.” As Pierce spoke, Vette ushered Broonmark in and closed the mess door.

“We all know the Wrath is full-on determined to bring Quinn back now,” continued Pierce. “We all know this is a problem.”

“I don’t think it’s a problem at all,” said Jaesa. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“Let us agree for the purposes of this session,” said Vette, “that Jaesa holds the dissenting and incorrect opinion on everything. Her objections go without saying.”

“I concur,” said Pierce.

“Brrrblop,” said Broonmark.

“Maybe the Wrath won’t find an answer,” said Pierce. “But maybe she will. She’s motivated enough for it right now.”

“Thanks to Quinn’s cheap ‘oh look at me I’m so loyal’ maneuver,” said Vette.

“It was a real sacrifice, done out of love!” said Jaesa.

“It was a publicity stunt,” huffed Vette. “Done to worm his way back into her affections. Even further.”

“Whatever it was,” said Pierce, “if he comes back we need to limit his influence.”

“Rrrrbgop?” suggested Broonmark.

“Don’t suppose you have your translation pad on you?” said Pierce.

Broonmark hung his head and shook it a little. “Blop.”

“Figures. All right. Jaesa, if you don’t have the stomach for decisive action, at least tell me you can help keep an eye on the captain. Make sure he doesn’t pick up any more secretive extracurriculars or pen pals.”

“I don’t think that kind of scrutiny is called for.”

“I had another idea for a way you could help us all,” said Vette.

“And that is?” said Jaesa.

“Could you just seduce Nalenne already? It’d get her mind off of Quinn pretty darn fast.”

“Vette!”

“Easiest thing in the world, Jedi,” said Pierce. “Just do whatever you’ve been doing all this time and then add a little tongue.”

“Pierce!”

“Boprssopsssschhhhhlllllick.”

“Broonmark!”

“We’re all just trying to protect Nalenne’s feelings,” said Vette. “And that means having her not back in bed with Quinn.”

“This is disgusting!” Jaesa shoved her sandwich away and stood up.

Pierce reached out and laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Sit down. Don’t want to have to make your life difficult.”

“So obviously,” said Vette, “we’re watching his activities. He’s still gonna have way too much influence over her.”

“And if he comes back, you can bet he’ll be reinstated as an officer. Don’t think I can get promotion paperwork through any time soon, so I have a vested interest in his return not happening.”

“You can’t just block his reinstatement,” said Jaesa. “You’ve got no standing for a formal objection to it.”

“That so?” said Pierce. “He acted against the Wrath once. And just now he acted against the Emperor’s Hand. Either one would earn him a violent, and permanent, dishonorable discharge.”

“The accusation of a soldier and a slave won’t hold up,” said Jaesa. “Only a Sith’s word would do that.”

A pause.

“Her sister,” said Vette. “We get Niselle to demand his removal.”

Pierce grimaced. “You saying we get to pick between striking a deal with that maniac, or letting Quinn have his way?”

Another, longer pause, while everyone stared at the table.

“Niselle,” Pierce and Vette said in unison. “Definitely.”

Broonmark nodded. “Bkorrrblop.”

“Pity killing him again would put us right back where we started,” said Pierce. “But if things go south, then we get Darth Niselle to put in a word, I go fix 2V to stop listening to the captain, and hopefully Jaesa comes ‘round to our way of thinking. That’ll be a fair amount of damage mitigation right there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Vette. “Remember, Jaesa. Tongue.”
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

bright_ephemera's Avatar


bright_ephemera
06.27.2012 , 09:08 AM | #149
91. In which Nalenne, Pierce, and Broonmark raise hell

For hooligans spoiling to fight
A job as enforcer is right.
The major attraction
Is job satisfaction:
It’s fun to wreak havoc outright.



“On your left, twenty meters,” said Nalenne.

Pierce turned and gunned, taking out two Republic troopers at once. “You still can’t judge distance worth spit, milord.”

“My world is ‘lightsaber range’ and ‘about to be lightsaber range,’ what did you expect?” Nalenne Force pushed a soldier into a nearby tree at killing speed. “That looks like a biggish squad up ahead. You think we should wait for support?”

Pierce looked back over his shoulder. The blaster-scorched swath through the forest extended back quite some way. They could still see the rest of the crew back there, along with some Imperial troopers, proceeding slowly while securing a series of small buildings along the way.

Pierce looked at Nalenne. Nalenne looked at Pierce. “Nah.”

“How much further to the outpost proper?” she asked.

“’About to be lightsaber range,’ he said dryly. “Over this next ridge, maybe half a klick into the valley. There’s another couple hundred ‘Pubs garrisoned there. Should be a good time.”

“And see, this is why I like getting jobs from your friends.”

The Republic squad got to within firing range and fanned out to take position. Nalenne and Pierce sped up to join them on the dance floor.

It didn’t take long to clear that out. The Sith and the Imperial kept moving. Before long Broonmark came sprinting through the forest from up ahead, a huge red-and-white ghost wielding a vibroblade, eerily silent. He stopped short to bow to Nalenne. “We are happy to report that the outpost is empty.”

“Nobody was there?”

“Many were there. Now none are there.”

“What’s up?” asked Pierce.

“He says he already cleared the outpost.”

Pierce scowled. “Without us? I’ll kill you, freak.” He took aim.

Broonmark laughed, a disturbingly wet bubbling sound. “All dead. But we saved big fort, seventeen klicks east.”

“He says we can take the next fort over.”

“Fort Rieekan? Not a bad idea.” Pierce nodded. “Let’s let those slobs back there clean up this place while we move on.”

“Nothing to clean up,” blipped Broonmark. “Except the dead.”

“I’ll assume that was bragging again,” said Pierce.

“Don’t mind him, Broonmark. Good job,” said Nalenne.

“Yeah, yeah, good job, but leave us a piece of the action next time, eh?” said Pierce. He rubbed his head and looked around the scene. “Kolto check before we go on, or we good to go? We could wait for 2V if we absolutely have to.”

“Nah, I’m good,” said Nalenne.

Broonmark considered his own heavily stained pelt. “Almost none of this is ours. Let us hunt.”

“Blech, that’s a lot more walking,” said Nalenne.

“Thought it was all ‘about to be lightsaber range’ to you, milord.”

“Hush, you. Let’s go grab speeders at the outpost.”

They set off at a fast walk. “Someday,” said Pierce, “you’ll have to show us the tough jobs you always talked about with the other guy. These ‘Pubs are boring me.”

“Someday, Pierce. You busy tomorrow?”

“Make me an offer, milord. Make it good.”

“Tell Sith clan artillery to run fast tomorrow,” quorked Broonmark. “We will not slow down to coddle him.”

“If that was more about kill-stealing I will shoot him.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you boys?”

“Don’t care how much you love him. He keeps cutting me out of fights, I’ll shoot him.”

Broonmark only laughed.
the Short Fic Weekly Challenge - 70+ authors to date. 1900+ stories. New prompts weekly!
Bright's Fanfic Threads
Forever Shenanigans!
Ceterum autem censeo, Malavai esse delendam.

kabeone's Avatar


kabeone
06.27.2012 , 01:08 PM | #150
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
“Boprssopsssschhhhhlllllick.”