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There is no death, there is only Wrath

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06.27.2012 , 02:18 PM | #151
Aaah!! I am so squarely on team Quinn right now!! Can't wait to see how you wrap this up! <3 Well I can, cause I love reading it....but I'm curious to see where you take it.

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06.27.2012 , 02:40 PM | #152
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I realized after posting...I have written a line of suggestive Broonmark fanfic. And that is one more line than this world really needed.

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06.27.2012 , 02:43 PM | #153
92. In which Quinn lets the cat out of the bag

In spite of a job that’s quite crappy
True friendship can get downright sappy.
The fraternization
May raise indignation,
But keeps the participants happy.



A holonet café on Nar Shaddaa. Quinn and 2V were busy at a terminal labeled ‘secure’ which, Quinn maintained, was nothing of the sort, but would have to do. Pierce, Broonmark, and Jaesa sat nearby. Nalenne was just coming up with a huge tray of food.

“Last armload,” she gasped, setting it down before the crew. “I thought Vette’s friends’ order was going to kill me. I swear whatever they’re asking for is Twi’lek for ‘bricks.’”

“You brought Vette’s friends lunch?” said Quinn.

“Yeah. It was on the way anyway, and one of her friends is only in town a few hours, I couldn’t ask Vette to take time out of that.”

Quinn turned away from his terminal entirely. “My lord.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve held my peace long enough about this.”

“Uh, what’d I do?”

“You arrested your entire schedule to carry Vette here.”

“Yes.”

“You worked all week to earn the credits to hand directly to her.”

“Yes.”

“Captain,” said Pierce, “this isn’t the wisest line of inquiry.”

“Be quiet, lieutenant. My lord, you then proceeded onto the surface, to stay close to her, so that if she needs you – as, for example, if someone challenges her collar – you can immediately be summoned to sort it out for her.”

“Um, Captain Quinn,” said Jaesa diffidently, “wouldn’t you rather finish up your report?”

“No. Now, my lord, you are staying in town, at her beck and call, and fetching meals for her and her friends?”

Pierce slammed one huge hand on the table. “Captain, please, can we put aside our differences just this once, just long enough for you to really listen to me and SHUT UP?

A stunned silence descended.

“Yeah, like that,” said Pierce.

“No,” said Quinn. “As I was saying, my lord, have you forgotten that Vette is your slave, and not the other way around?”

“What?” said Nalenne blankly. A few seconds passed. “Uh, yeah – I mean, no! Of course not! Who would forget that Vette’s my slave? Ha ha!”

“Dammit, man,” growled Pierce.

“We were going on nine weeks since she gave any indication of remembering,” said Jaesa glumly.

“My money was on another five before she picked up on it again,” added Pierce.

“Eight here,” said Jaesa. “Broonmark’s closest in the pool, by a wide margin.”

Broonmark quorked contentedly.

Quinn looked to Nalenne. “Shall I start from where this behavior is completely inappropriate for a Sith of your station, or shall I start from where she’s an insufferable brat who wouldn’t deserve this level of consideration from anyone?”

“Don’t start at all, captain. That’s an order.”

Quinn glared.

“Vette’s a complete failure as a slave. She has yet to admit to that status and she’s certainly never acted like one. I wouldn’t try to break down that level of denial.”

“You would and you have,” said Quinn.

“But that was for you. You’re different.” Jaesa and Pierce exchanged looks after seeing the look on Nalenne’s face there. Jaesa failed to suppress a smile. Pierce rolled his eyes.

“As compared to her? I should hope so.”

“So she’s terrible slave material. That’s not a big deal. I like her. She’s incredibly helpful with things like keeping my life from collapsing around me and sampling all the new cocktails so she can tell me what’s worth trying. She’s my friend, Quinn. That means I’ll look after her.” She looked around the room. “Especially if ‘looking after her’ means having Tionese for lunch in a reasonably comfortable café with the people I like.”

“Plus Quinn,” said Pierce.

“Plus Quinn,” agreed Nalenne. “ – Hey, wait.”

Broonmark and Pierce snickered.

“Remind me to stop trusting you, lieutenant.”

“I’ll get right on that, milord.”

“Look. Quinn. I know you don’t like her, and I know the impropriety of her status bothers you, and if it were any less important matter I’d take care of it for you. But my ship, my rules, my loved ones.”

“Plus Quinn,” muttered Pierce.

“Vette stays and I’ll treat her as nicely as I like, collar or no collar.”

“Bravo, master,” said Jaesa.

“Back to killing soon?” yawned Broonmark.

“You’re free to wander, big guy. I gotta stay here and make sure nobody messes with my Twi’lek.”
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06.27.2012 , 02:46 PM | #154
93. In which Niselle makes Nalenne an offer she can’t refuse (I/VII)

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A Knight who has captured a Queen
Should never be too quick to preen.
The final reward
May stand ‘cross a board
More hostile than any he’s seen.



“AGH,” yelled Nalenne.

Vette ran from her quarters and skidded to a halt by the reading nook while ghost-Quinn charged straight through the wall for the same destination. “What is it?” they said in unison.

“Ultraguy. They did this awesome arc about killing him, and I thought they were going to bring in a new hero for the cape, but no. They just reconstructed the guy. Brought him right back as if nothing ever happened. That’s so stupid!”

“My lord…” said Quinn.

“It’s different when I’m doing it, okay? In a comic book it’s just cheap drama. Stars, this kind of thing drives me nuts.”

“You are defective, my lord,” said Vette.

“Go ‘way,” said Nalenne.

As her crew returned to their spots, Nalenne’s holocommunicator rang. She answered it to find her sister Niselle.

“Nis,” oozed Nalenne.

“Save it,” said Niselle. “I’m in trouble. I need your help.”

“That’s unusually blunt of you.”

“I don’t. have. time.” said Niselle. “Some Jedi Knight has me, claims he’s going to bring me before his Council for justice. Andronikos managed to damage the engines on this ship, so we’re stuck for a little while, but I don’t think my crew can get me out of here alone.”

“Wow, can you send me the trial date? I’ll have to find a way to attend.”

“Very funny.”

“Give me one good reason to help you.”

“Because when I was in trouble, back in the bad old days, I came upon something that could rebuild a body. Restore what was broken, deteriorating beyond any reasonable expectation of repair. The machine made entire species once, designing bodies and building them. I believe the AI that runs it may be able to get your dear captain what he wants.”

Nalenne swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat. “You’re lying.”

“Ask Andronikos. I’ve kept his mouth shut so far, but he was there.” Niselle raised a finger. “Even now, he won’t give you details until after I’m free.”

“You knew what it could do all this time and you never told me?”

“It was funnier for you not to know, sweetheart.”

“I’ll free you, Nis. I’ll get your machine. And I will kill you.”

“One thing at a time,” drawled Niselle. “Sending coordinates now. Come in strength.”
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06.27.2012 , 05:11 PM | #155
94. In which Nalenne locates Niselle (II/VII)

This entry and seven-part series contains spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor Belsavis line. Overall class arc significance has been omitted.



An especially vicious Kaleesh
Is safest if kept on a leash.
He’s eager to serve,
To watch and observe,
Then mix his own murder pastiche.



Nalenne rendezvoused with Niselle’s ship at an orbital station near the source of Niselle’s transmission. Andronikos Revel came on board the Helicarrier, along with the hulking Khem Val and little Talos Drellik.

“Ashara’s minding the ship,” said Andronikos. “Don’t know when those guys are going to recover from the torpedoes I put in their engines. Let’s go.”

“Where’s the boneface?” asked Nalenne.

“Laughing to himself and trying on selections from Niselle’s armor,” said Andronikos.

“Helpful.”

“He does that every time Niselle might conceivably be in danger.”

“Let’s go pull off a boarding action, eh?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Andronikos took the Helicarrier’s controls while the crew crowded onto the bridge, straining to spot the first sign of the Jedi’s crippled transport. Ghost-Quinn kept his eyes on his console while murmuring a quiet continuous stream of commands to 2V. Nalenne watched the starscape closely. Khem Val watched Nalenne closely. Jaesa watched Khem Val closely. Talos, when he thought no one was looking, watched Jaesa closely. Vette and Pierce watched Talos with poorly masked amusement. What Broonmark was looking at was anyone’s guess.

Quinn did look up once the Jedi ship was in sight. “My lord, do you have any intention whatsoever of waiting long enough for me to put together a plan?”

“No. I want to smash this.” Closer, and closer. “But whatever you’re doing over there, use my full authority if you need it.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“You realize, Andronikos, you and my sister will die in every creative way I can think of, all at once, if you’re lying about this machine of yours.”

“Yeah, I figured. It’s real. It’s creepy. It might help. You won’t hear another word about it until Niselle’s back with me.”

“I don’t see why you’re so keen on helping the likes of her.”

Andronikos set a control lever in place and turned to shoot Quinn a significant look. “You’re one to talk.”

“Fine, then.” She shut up and let him pilot.

“Got access for one of those hangars?” asked Pierce.

“I have a few tricks. They’ll welcome us like one of their own.”

“Automated systems, maybe. The armed guards may disagree.”

“Yeah, well, I have to leave something interesting for us to do once our feet are on deck.”

“Good man,” said Pierce.

But the hangar they slotted themselves into was abandoned. So, strangely, were the hallways. Quinn led Nalenne and her party on the winding path up to the ship’s command deck. It was a wide open space with a high window wrapping around a third of it. And there were Rho and Niselle, standing side by side, looking out the front window to an empty starscape. Niselle was, Nalenne couldn’t help but notice, bound in shackles. It was a profoundly satisfying sight.

The Jedi turned. “Lord Nalenne,” he said with the same serene smile she remembered from Ord Mantell. (*) “I thought you might come.”
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06.27.2012 , 05:13 PM | #156
95. In which Nalenne confronts the Jedi Knight (III/VII)

This seven-part series contains spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor Belsavis line. Overall class arc significance has been omitted.


Evangelists love to spend days
Sharpening fine turns of phrase:
To trigger remorse,
Or virtue-enforce,
Or point out the errors of ways.



“Not here to chat. Give me my sister.”

Nalenne cased the room. Rho the handsome Mirialan Jedi. And with him: hot Sith Warrior, check. Crazed-looking Chagrian gunman, check. Cute human with regrettable soul patch, check. Pretty redheaded Jedi, check. Little astromech droid, check. And four strange Jedi besides. Four.

“Your sister Niselle is wanted for war crimes,” said Rho. “We’re taking her to Coruscant to stand trial under Republic law.”

“I don’t care what you want her for. She’s coming home with me.”

“I can’t allow that.”

“Want to make it a fight?”

“Are you giving me a choice, Wrath?”

“Sure. Give me Niselle, no fight today.” I’m in a hurry.

“That isn’t a choice at all,” he said with that patented Jedi self-righteous regret.

The battle was different this time. Businesslike. Intense. For once Nalenne had something more than pride and bloodlust at stake. When she attacked Rho, she dispensed with the stylish flourishes; this fight was intended to kill, nothing more and nothing less.

Nalenne lost track of time. She lost everything but the burn of muscles, the flow of the Force, the desire to cut the smile off that smug Jedi’s face. The third factor was by far the most powerful one.

Inconveniently, Rho was a worthy opponent. Well matched. Determined. It was all she could do to keep him on the defensive half the time. Worst of all, he had as much staying power as she did.

Rho finally broke the flow and backed off. It was enough for Nalenne to scan the battleground. As soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t.

Rusk and some Jedi had Broonmark facedown on the ground. Scourge, impossibly, had Pierce disarmed and was holding him in a corner of the command deck. A Jedi had knocked Andronikos out and was currently dueling Vette; Kira and another Jedi were holding Khem Val at bay while T7-01 ran around doing something behind him. Talos was doing his best, but one arm was hanging limply at his side. Doc was still free to move and tend to his comrades. And Quinn…Quinn was nowhere to be seen.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” she asked. “I can’t bail you all out at once.”

Rho leaped back toward Nalenne and hit her side, hard. She cried out in frustration and pain. He’s winning. He’s winning again. He’s winning and I’ll never find out what chance Niselle had to offer.

“Hold,” she yelled. “I yield.”

“What?” said Rho.

“What?” said Scourge, Kira, Doc, Pierce, Rusk, Broonmark, Vette, Niselle, and Talos.

“Take me. Just let Niselle go with my people, or else our allies will make you bleed until you’ve forgotten what the absence of pain is.” As soon as I find some allies who haven’t been beaten up yet. Stars stars stars must get person with useful information to safety first.

“My lord?” said Vette in a very small voice.

“Arrest me,” said Nalenne. “Or lecture me to death, or whatever it is people like you do to people like me – it’s not like I’ve ever paid attention to the losing scenario – but let Niselle and my crew go.”

“Did you forget to be Sith when you woke up this morning?” scoffed Niselle.

Don’t remind me. Nalenne’s heart pounded. “That doesn’t matter now, Nis. You know what you’ll owe him.”

“Is that selflessness I’m seeing?” gloated Rho. “I never thought love could reach you.”

“No moralizing until after I get my end of the deal. Take it or fight.” With an effort she raised her saber again.

“Lay down your weapon, and your sister and your friends can go free.”

Nalenne swallowed hard and deactivated her lightsaber. She heard Niselle laughing a disdainful silver laugh behind her. Nalenne surrendered her weapon to Lord Scourge, then turned to face her sister. “Take care of him.”

“I just might consider it, you poor sap.”

Right, forgot, this only works if Nis stays in a good mood. Is it too late for takebacks?

Rho beckoned, and Scourge and that Chagrian Rusk fell in to either side of Nalenne, escorting her up to the command deck. Definitely too late for takebacks. “I think there’s hope for you, Nalenne,” said Rho. “Your love for your sister may be the beginning of your redemption.”

Nalenne blinked. “Wait, who said anything about love for my sister?”

Rho’s smile wavered. “But you just gave yourself up to save her.”

“Screw her, I just needed what she knows to help – “

A calm, almost conversational voice carried from the bridge’s entryway. “Jedi. I would release her if I were you.”

“Quinn,” said Nalenne.
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06.27.2012 , 05:17 PM | #157
96. In which Quinn makes demands (IV/VII)

This seven-part series contains spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor Belsavis line. Overall class arc significance has been omitted.



A villain in search of an in
Must menace in order to win.
A victory speech
Must be earned, each to each,
With power. Just ask Captain Quinn.



Ghost-Quinn stood alone in the doorway and set himself at parade rest, hands folded behind him. “At the moment two boarding parties are securing access to your ship. I leave it to you to figure out where. Also, if you’ll check behind you you may notice the destroyer Retribution.”

“You always come through for me, Quinn,” said Nalenne.

Quinn kept his eyes on Rho. “For such a high-value target as yourself, Jedi, I am fully authorized to destroy this vessel and everyone on it.”

“Wait. I didn’t agree to that plan,” said Nalenne.

“I gave you the chance to make suggestions, my lord. You told me you wanted things smashed.”

“Don’t be foolish,” said Rho, but Nalenne already sensed doubt in him. “Consider my offer. Your Wrath will survive and receive fair treatment, and your Dark Council member can go free. How is killing us all a better option?”

“I believe my lord Marr’s exact words when authorizing this operation were ‘the brats and Tython-boy? Great shades of Marka Ragnos, please, blow that ship up and take a video.’” Quinn cocked his head. “Fortunately for you, Jedi, I can be satisfied with a lesser objective today.” He looked over at Lord Scourge. “Incidentally, I would advise taking your hands off her. I rarely lose my temper on the job, but I am getting close.”

Rusk and Scourge both straightened a little. Neither one released Nalenne’s arms.

“You’ve never seen this guy pissed off, have you?” said Nalenne.

“We do not answer to you, nor to him,” said Scourge calmly.

“Jerk,” said Nalenne.

“When you get to be my age, very few things intimidate you,” said Scourge.

Quinn looked off to one side and spoke a quiet command to someone Nalenne couldn’t see. Then he faced Rho again. “Boarding party one will arrive here shortly. Release the Wrath.”

“I cannot do that.” Rho looked over at one of the bridge crew. “We’re working on hyperspace coordinates, right?”

“According to my reports,” said Quinn, “boarding party two has already disabled your hyperdrive.” He smiled thinly. “Release the Wrath.”

Something impacted on the hull, shaking the whole bridge. Everyone turned to see the Retribution fire a volley, then two, of saturated blaster cannon bolts.

“Return fire,” said Rho. He extended a cautioning hand toward Quinn. “You know this ship isn’t armed for this. Listen to me. I’ll surrender myself, just let the crew go. Do we have a deal?”

“There will be no deal. Release the Wrath.”

Another salvo slammed into the ship somewhere above the bridge deck. A few pieces from the ceiling broke loose, swung, and fell.

“This is a terrible plan, Quinn!” squeaked Nalenne.

“Release the Wrath,” said Quinn, “and you may yet make the escape pods in time. Those are all the terms I have to offer.”

Rho threw Nalenne a desperate look. “Lord Nalenne. Can’t you reason with him?”

“Are you kidding? He is the reasonable one! Or was.” It would actually be kind of cool to see where he goes from here, except for the part where we’re all about to die because of it.

Rho shook his head. “Take her, Imperial,” he called. “Everyone, get to the escape pods. Now, you have what you want. Don’t try to harm my people on our way out.”

“Tick tock, Jedi,” Quinn said calmly. Another cannon volley rocked the ship.

Rusk released Nalenne and bolted alongside Rho. Scourge paused a moment. “Not intimidated,” he said quietly, “but somewhat impressed.” He handed her her saber, nodded respectfully, and went on his way. Nalenne trotted to join Niselle and her crew. Quinn reached out as she approached and seemed to let an expression slip past his guard for a second, but he caught himself and started back toward the hangar bay. Nalenne and the others followed.

“I wanted to see you tied up, too,” pouted Niselle.

“Run and whine at the same time, sweetie, if you think you can manage it.” Nalenne kept moving.
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06.27.2012 , 08:46 PM | #158
I love how this is progressing. And a big <3 to Scourge, as always
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06.27.2012 , 09:40 PM | #159
Great shades of Marka Ragnos...love that line

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06.28.2012 , 12:59 AM | #160
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Scourge paused a moment. “Not intimidated,” he said quietly, “but somewhat impressed.” He handed her her saber, nodded respectfully, and went on his way.
Scourge is both cool and hot even when he is retreating