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From Brute to Silly: the Life of Ald

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From Brute to Silly: the Life of Ald

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iamthehoyden
12.10.2012 , 02:03 PM | #41
“You spend an inordinate amount of money on removing modifications from your armor. I feel that is an unnecessary expenditure.”

Ahahahaha! Evil mod removal costs!
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
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Damask_Rose
12.13.2012 , 01:23 PM | #42
Dang it! I read this one in one sitting. I meant to ration this out since there seems to be a dearth of sexy awesome Quinn installments.

Please, for Christmas can we have new material for all of the Quinns? And I'm not just begging Irishfino, I'm also begging Bright_Ephemera and Adwynyth!

I'm open to suggestions for other authors to try too...

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irishfino
12.14.2012 , 06:53 PM | #43
Quote: Originally Posted by iamthehoyden View Post
“You spend an inordinate amount of money on removing modifications from your armor. I feel that is an unnecessary expenditure.”

Ahahahaha! Evil mod removal costs!
Freakin' cash sinks, man. They bankrupt us all.

Quote: Originally Posted by Damask_Rose View Post
Dang it! I read this one in one sitting. I meant to ration this out since there seems to be a dearth of sexy awesome Quinn installments.

Please, for Christmas can we have new material for all of the Quinns? And I'm not just begging Irishfino, I'm also begging Bright_Ephemera and Adwynyth!

I'm open to suggestions for other authors to try too...
I've been working on the next installment to NSP lately, so a delicious dose of Quinn shall be coming soon. Om nom Quinn.


Thanks for reading everyone!
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irishfino
12.14.2012 , 06:54 PM | #44
Some how missed this! Cross-post!


Cooking on the Fury


“This is perfectly adequate, my Lord,” Quinn answered stiffly.

“A ration bar may be adequate, but it is not flavorful, Captain,” Aldrdinar replied lightly. “Come, I have made enough for all of us to eat.”

Aldrdinar left the bridge without another word. Quinn didn’t bother to stare after him, he was too busy staring at the half-eaten bar in his hand. His stomach rumbled in protest. It had had quite enough of the ration bars for now, especially with that tantalizing scent of meat and roughage wafting through the air. He folded the foil over the remaining bits of ration bar and pocketed it. If Aldrdinar was offering him dinner then it would be more than appropriate to take the time out of his work schedule to eat. If he worked what Aldrdinar had said enough, it could be an order. Yes, an order to go eat dinner.

He entered the conference room and was greeted by the sights and smells of food and company. Vette inched her chair a tad closer to Aldridinar, but the Sith either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Not that it mattered to Quinn, but it was amusing to see the Twi’lek try to edge him out of the loop. He hadn’t been part of the crew long, but even he could see the admiration in Vette’s eyes whenever Aldrdinar was around or even mentioned in conversation. He shook his head slightly and took the seat to the left of Aldrdinar. Perhaps he had purposely sat in the middle of the table to accommodate them both or perhaps it was habit. Either way, it eliminated the fighting between Quinn and Vette if they sat near each other for far too long. Unfortunately, five seconds was often far too long. Quinn moved to serve himself, only to have Aldrdinar take over and serve him up a plate of roast and potatoes.

“I can serve myself, my Lord,” Quinn groused.

“I’m sure you can, Captain, but I prefer to serve my guests. It’s called manners,” Aldrdinar said lightly.

Vette snickered quietly on the other side of Aldrdinar, but Quinn paid her no mind. His stomach was too busy begging him to eat the food in front of him. He obliged its grumbling growl. He cut a bite sized chunk and put it into his mouth. It very nearly melted under the gentle pressure of his mouth closing. He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat. Lightly seasoned, tender, moist. Delicious.

“I take it you’re enjoying the meal,” Aldrdinar chuckled.

Quinn swallowed his bite and replied, “This is astounding, my Lord. You made this yourself?”

“Yes, I did. It’s a recipe my Master, Lord Inusitus, passed down to me. He said it was good for a warrior to know how to make a satisfying and delicious meal while out in the field furthering the Empire’s goals.”

“Sound advice if you have the time and materials.”

“That is true, which is why I always carry a small pouch of spices on me.”

“Interesting.”

Aldrdinar nodded and smiled at Quinn. The normally stiff officer was a bit more relaxed with a hot meal in his stomach. He’d have to cook more often, perhaps the officer would loosen up further. An insistent tug on his arm turned his attention to Vette, but the officer was never far from his mind. Not when he was this close. Not when he was enjoying Ald’s meat.

Oh, stars.
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Damask_Rose
12.15.2012 , 11:35 AM | #45
Thank you! I'd been wanting to see more of their early courtship

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irishfino
12.18.2012 , 11:41 PM | #46
Quote: Originally Posted by Damask_Rose View Post
Thank you! I'd been wanting to see more of their early courtship
I'll get around to more of it. It comes in burst and I fully blame the Short Fic thread, lol.
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irishfino
12.18.2012 , 11:42 PM | #47
Cross-post!

Quinn on Vette

What an annoying creature. She called herself a free Twi’lek, and, yet, here she was, indentured to a Sith Apprentice. And she talked. Non-stop. Just talked. She didn’t even make sense half the time. Chatting. Chattering. Noises. It was all noise. As soon as he joined the crew, she made it clear she didn’t do “domestic duties.” He handed her a mop and broom and told her that she did, in fact, do domestic duties. He knew that wasn’t what she meant, but she needed put in her place: beneath him, but not – dammit. She was back, pestering, poking, prodding, trying to distract.

Note to Self: when the time comes, kill the Twi’lek first.


Vette on Quinn

He was kind of cute, in an overly stiff, utterly Imperial, total a*s hat kind of way. It would be fun to annoy him.

And annoy him she did.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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irishfino
12.18.2012 , 11:43 PM | #48
'Nother cross post!


The Little Things



It had been a week since he had nearly been sliced into quarters by that Padawan from their rescue mission. A liberal application of a kolto tank and a favor called in to a Sith healer had him nearly at one hundred percent. But nearly one-hundred percent was not one hundred percent and he felt it in every muscle, every tendon, every nerve as he moved. His chest was still tight, new skin, new muscle. Hard to breathe the way he was used to. He would adjust. He always did. He pressed his fingers into his side. There was no pain, this time, but it would return. It always did. He finally found enough downtime to research possible causes, what sort of chemicals were used, if it was some sort of disease, man-made or otherwise. He started with Balmorra first, the most obvious place to find information on whatever this was. Information on necrotizing biological weaponry being used by the Resistance matched well with what he was suffering from, but so few survived exposure it was hard to find information on whether or not it was a recurring issue. The few who had survived were in no condition to speak. He sighed and sat back in his chair. He wasn’t coming up with much and with his body still on the mend he was already tired. It had only been sixteen hours of non-stop research. He hadn’t even taken a break to use the refresher. He decided now was as good as time as any to meet his most basic needs.

Aldra greeted him as he left the refresher.

“Pardon me,” he said quietly as he edged around her.

“Wait,” her little voice squeaked.

He stopped and turned toward her. She fidgeted under his blank stare. He noticed and immediately shifted to his kid face and dropped to his haunches.

“Did you need something?” he asked gently.

“I – I – thank you,” she murmured. “For – for helping dad come get me.”

A genuine smile spread across his features. “You are most welcome, Aldra.”

She smiled when his smile appeared. “Are you a dad, too?”

His smile dropped a little. “I am, yes.”

“Are you with my dad?”

“I am the Captain of the ship.”

“I know that, but are you two together?”

He stared at her for a long moment then shook his head. “No, we are not.”

“Really?” Aldra asked with an arched brow ridge. “He seemed really worried about you. Even brought in Aldria to heal you.”

“Your father considers me a valuable asset to his chosen team,” he said stiffly. His smile was completely gone as he said, “That is all, Aldra.”

The little girl squinted at him for a moment as if focusing really hard on some unseen problem then nodded sagely.

“I came to get you for dinner,” Aldra said with a smile. Something mischievous sparked in those golden eyes.

He nodded to her and stood. As he turned to walk to the conference room, the little girl snatched his hand. He allowed her to lead them to the conference. He wasn’t going to fight a child, especially not Ald’s child, on something so simple as hand holding, but it made him uncomfortable. He didn’t mind children, but her small hand in his made him think of his son. He would be eleven soon. He wasn’t much older than Aldra, about four years if he remembered correctly. Which he did. Exactly four years then. Four years, three months, six days if he wanted to be exactly exact. Which he did.

When they entered the conference room, the seating had been rearranged slightly, Quinn was now moved down a spot with Aldra taking his usual seat. It didn’t bother him at all. The girl needed to spend time with her father and now was the best time as, after finalizing everything, she would be moving to Korriban. As Aldra lead him to his seat, he wondered if she would encounter Julien there. His son. His Force blessed son. Perhaps he would be able to get a letter through to him at the Academy. With the Wrath on his side, at least one could get through, right? At least one. But, the question remained, was the Wrath on his side?

He sat down and glanced at Ald. Ald’s face remained impassive. He studied the Captain with an all too familiar blank stare. Not so much as a greeting or a smile. Even his plate remained unserved.

“Aldra, we have another guest,” Ald said with a smile.

“Yes, papa!” Aldra beamed.

She grabbed a plate, stood on the seat of the chair, and served Quinn his meal. He couldn’t help, but smile with wonder and amusement at her antics. And Ald. Quinn felt a chuckle bubble in his throat when he turned his eyes to Ald and was met with the smile of a proud and happy father. The chuckle died quickly as did the smile on his face. He missed his son.
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irishfino
12.18.2012 , 11:43 PM | #49
Third time's another cross-post!


Loyalty to the Son
Betrayal to the Sith



He didn’t want to talk about this. He really, really didn’t want to talk about this. Ald was insistent, however, but this conversation could only end badly. Was it curiosity? The fact that nothing had actually been solved by Ald’s forgiveness and his leaving? Ald didn’t want to have this conversation in the Conference Room. Too many good memories there. Ald decided to have the conversation in his bedroom. This could end one of two ways: they came to furious blows or furious f– focus.

“We’ve never had a serious discussion over what happened,” Ald said quietly. “Given the circumstances and the things that have come about because of your betrayal, I felt we should discuss the matter. Fully.”

“I don’t think this is the best place for this conversation, my Lord,” Quinn replied stiffly. Really, there was no right place for this conversation, but the bedroom certainly was low on the list of The Right Place to Talk About Stabbing People in the Back.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I noticed.”

“Then talk, tell me why you went along with it. I think I deserve that much.”

“I’m not yet fully healed, my Lord, and Aldra is still on the ship. Perhaps there’s a better time-”

“Talk!” Ald shouted.

Quinn jumped slightly. He had only seen Ald angry in battle. If he was this worked up already… it did not bode well for his physical health. He shifted his weight from foot to foot before clasping his hands behind his back. He wasn’t standing at parade rest, but he was awfully close.

“You said before this was a matter of pride, that this wasn’t personal, but it was. You tried to kill me on Baras’ order because he saved your career, because he revived your career,” Ald said matter-of-factly.

“That was part of it,” Quinn said quietly. “I admit, I took what I thought was a sure thing. I picked my career over my… feelings. You have to understand, my Lord, I was on Balmorra for ten years. Every avenue of advancement, of reassignment, of actual usefulness to the Empire was blocked off quite thoroughly. I was black listed and it’s likely my name was added to an auto-reject list when I submitted my requests for testing into high positions within the military.”

“You didn’t have faith in me then,” Ald said. “You sided with Baras because you thought I was going to be defeated by him.”

“I had seen him in action, my Lord. He had decades of experience on you and a very large powerbase. I was a pawn in his schemes and I accepted this for the chance to get off Balmorra, to restart my career and get back to the station I deserved.” Quinn shifted out of his stance and let his arms hang at his sides. “Balmorra signaled the end of many things for me. Baras offered me the chance to change parts of my past and no one was going to get in my way. Not even you.”

“You’re pathetic,” Ald spat angrily.

“Yes,” Quinn said numbly. “I am pathetic and selfish and to be pitied. I am a terrible person undeserving of trust and yet here I am, in your bedroom, laying out why I did what I did.” Quinn made a slashing motion with one of his arms. “At least I realize how pathetic I am. At least I’m not trying to justify letting a person rejoin my crew after doing what I did to them. At least I didn’t destroy a friendship and break someone’s heart to let in a person who –”

Quinn didn’t have time to react to Ald’s quick punch. Ald caught Quinn just under his chin. His head snapped to the side and he stumbled briefly to regain his balance. It was enough of an opening to allow Ald to punch him in the stomach. He doubled over and charged forward, tackling Ald through coughs and pain. The pair rolled on the floor, swinging and kicking and head butting until they were out of breath and exhausted and hurting and mentally drained. Ald sat on Quinn’s torso and waited for the man to catch his breath before hitting him in the face again.

“Stop,” Quinn panted as he struggled for breath. “I yield.”

“You should have yielded on the Transponder Station!” Ald huffed angrily.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“My son,” Quinn said quietly. “Baras said-” Quinn shifted and grunted, trying to find a comfortable spot for his chest to expand. Ald didn’t move. “- said he could get me an audience with him.”

“He used your son to manipulate you?” Ald asked incredulously.

“Is it any surprise?”

“I suppose not.”

“Balmorra… I wanted off that planet, no matter the cost. I had lost so much there. I was resigned to waiting until Broysc died when Baras made his offer. I couldn’t – ah –” Quinn shifted again. This time Ald moved to one side and sat on the floor. Quinn was quick to sit up. “I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He’s my son.”

“You should have said something.”

“I couldn’t risk it."

“Would you like to see him?” Ald asked quietly.

“Of course I do,” Quinn said sadly. “I don’t have access to Korriban, however.”

“It’s a good thing you know the Wrath, then, isn’t it?”

“I…” Quinn trailed off and looked at a far wall that was suddenly far, far more interesting than anything else happening in the room.

“You’re too proud to ask or perhaps you fear I will say no even though I am offering,” Ald said quietly.

“It’s fear,” Quinn said honestly.

“We will arrive at Korriban in fifteen hours. Prepare yourself, Captain.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

It was time.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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Tatile
12.19.2012 , 05:50 AM | #50
I don't know why, but every time you mention Quinn's son (who I know nothing about) I get really sad

Poor Quinn