Everyday life of Quinn and crew after the Quinncident. Mostly humorous. Not set in the Ninety Seven Percent universe.

 

In which Quinn defends shooting first...

 

 

 

“I never fired a shot at you,” Quinn huffed. They were having this conversation again. In front of the crew. Vette and Pierce were happily eating popcorn and sucking down beer as they watched.

 

“You fired several shots at me. They all missed,” Athra said blandly.

 

“I was firing at the spots behind you, not you, my lord.”

 

“What difference does it make?”

 

“It makes all the difference, my lord.”

 

“You just want to say you never fired at shot at me, don’t you.”

 

“It’s true.”

 

“Semantics!”

 

“Perfectly valid way to state the events on the Transponder Station.”

 

She laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled.

 

“Five to one odds she punches him in the face,” Pierce muttered to Vette.

 

“No bet. She never punches him in the face. Ruins his good looks or something stupid like that,” Vette muttered back.

 

 

Notes:

 

 

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

In which tea is made bitter through nefarious means...

 

 

 

“Are we ever going to discuss what happened on the transponder station?” Athra asked one night in bed.

 

“We’ve talked about it at length, my lord. I’ve apologized several thousand times. You even made me write it out on pad and paper. Very expensive paper, I might add,” he murmured next to her.

 

“Did you really think you could kill me?”

 

“Of course not. I was hoping you’d kill me.”

 

“What? Why?”

 

“Because Baras is a fat b*stard and another giant stain on my career as an otherwise completely loyal husband and lover to one Lord Athra.”

 

She shifted to face him in the dark. He was staring at the ceiling with his hands resting under his head.

 

“Did you drink your tea?”

 

“Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you would stop slipping truth serums into them,” he huffed. “They make the tea taste bitter.”

 

She laughed as he pouted in the dark.

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

Before the Quinncident…

 

Athra and Quinn were out on a dinner date one evening in Nar Shaddaa's finest casino. Quinn was quite adamant that it was, in fact, not a date, but a meeting with his superior officer that happened to occur over a nice meal. And it wasn’t romantic, no matter how many candles or private booths were involved.

 

“You know, I’ve never actually seen you eat anything,” Athra said as she cut into her Nerf steak.

 

“I do eat,” Quinn responded with a bit of a huff.

 

“Go for it.”

 

Quinn continued to sit stock still in his seat. Athra rolled her eyes at his antics. He was a strange man. She turned her attentions elsewhere for a brief moment. That Twi’lek could sure dance. He was slightly effeminate, but he had that hip roll down. She briefly wondered if she could get Quinn to dress in a slave outfit for a bit of roleplaying. She laughed at the thought of Quinn dancing around like a Twi’lek in a slave outfit. Vette probably had a slave outfit somewhere. She giggled. When she turned back to Quinn, his food was gone.

 

“Where’d your food go? I didn’t see a waiter come by,” she asked in astonishment.

 

“I ate my food, my lord,” he said happily. Or as happily as one can with a steel rod for a spine.

 

“I didn’t look away that long!”

 

“I’m a fast eater. Military trained.”

 

“That’s ridiculous.”

 

He smirked and lifted a glass of wine to his lips.

 

 

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Notes:

 

 

 

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

In which urges are satisfied...

 

 

 

“I feel like killing something. Either that or having sex. The urges are similar sometimes,” Athra said as she entered the bridge.

 

“I have a list of valuable objectives,” Quinn stated as he hunched over a console.

 

“Any of them nearby?”

 

“I can think of one.”

 

“I’ll lock the door.”

 

“You’re not finally going to kill me are you?” he asked softly.

 

“Just a little death.”

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

This is silly, and I like it Edited August 6, 2012 by kabeone

Oh .. silly Quinn is silly...

 

This is fun to read.

“Did you drink your tea?”

 

“Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you would stop slipping truth serums into them,” he huffed. “They make the tea taste bitter.”

 

I choked.

 

On my tea.

 

The actual tea I was actually drinking when this suckerpunch came up.

“I feel like killing something. Either that or having sex. The urges are similar sometimes,” Athra said as she entered the bridge.

 

 

Oh, that made me laugh!

This is silly, and I like it

I'm glad you like it. These little dialogues pop up in my head all the time. I never had a use for them until now.

 

Oh .. silly Quinn is silly...

 

This is fun to read.

Quinn is too fun to play with. Glad you're enjoying it.

 

I choked.

 

On my tea.

 

The actual tea I was actually drinking when this suckerpunch came up.

Ahahaha! Maybe I should post a warning: Do not eat or drink while reading.

 

Oh, that made me laugh!

Then my evil plan is working!

 

 

I'm glad you're all enjoying this! It's fun to write silly little things.

In which Quinn is the best...

 

 

 

“This is fun,” Athra moaned softly.

 

“I’m sure it is,” Quinn said blandly.

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“I’m doing most of the work,” he pouted. It was a horrible attempt at a pout, at least.

 

“Mmm, but you hit all the spots.”

 

“Of course. If I am anything it is thorough.”

 

She moaned lowly as he continued his movements below her waist.

 

“Oh yeaaaaah.”

 

“Do you have to make so much noise? It’s distracting.”

 

“Whatever. Switch.”

 

He waited quietly for her to shift position.

 

“You give the best foot rubs this side of the Galaxy,” she said softly, presenting her unmassaged foot.

 

“I’ll update my dossier,” he said stiffly.

 

She laughed then groaned as he dug the pad of his thumb into the sole of her foot. So good.

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

You had me there for a second. Haha, good one.

You had me there for a second. Haha, good one.

 

Who me? *whistles innocently*

In which Quinn suffers from an embarrassing condition...

 

 

 

“Some reactions can’t be controlled. It’s perfectly normal,” Athra said gently.

 

“Not for me,” Quinn pouted.

 

“It is perfectly natural. Certain stimulus sends blood flowing to specific regions of the body.”

 

“Not for me.”

 

“No one laughed at you.”

 

“That’s beside the point, my lord. That has never happened to me before.”

 

“Why is this such a big deal for you?”

 

“I do not blush under any circumstances.”

 

“Apparently, you do,” she teased lightly.

 

He sent her a stern glance before resuming his pouting. She laughed under her breath.

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

In which Vette asks a question she didn't want the answer to...

 

 

 

“You get off on making dramatic entrances, don’t you?” Vette asked the Captain one afternoon.

 

“I derive some pleasure from them, yes,” he said stiffly.

 

“Yeah, that’s what I said. You get off on it.”

 

“I do not ‘get off on it’ as you so crassly put it.”

 

“What do you get off on?”

 

“Lord Athra,” he said in monotone.

 

“Oh, god, ew!” Vette muttered as she left the galley.

 

“Was that entirely necessary?” Athra asked unhappily from across the table.

 

“I get off on it,” he said seriously.

 

Athra spat out her caff. He smirked and quietly sipped his tea as he continued to browse his datapads for field reports.

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

lemme guess, she slipped in some truth serum and got a bit of truth she never wanted?

lemme guess, she slipped in some truth serum and got a bit of truth she never wanted?

 

You'd think, wouldn't you?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

 

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

 

That is all...

I do not know how to deal with a Quinn who's that funny. I will deal with it by laughing my a** off.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

 

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

 

That is all...

XD

 

I do not know how to deal with a Quinn who's that funny. I will deal with it by laughing my a** off.

I'll get the duct tape! XD

Direct aftermath of the Quinncident…

 

 

 

Athra had spared his life aboard the Transponder Station, but she had not spared him from punishment. Since he had betrayed both herself and the crew, she decided to let them in on his punishment. Unfortunately for Quinn.

 

“I say you let me have five minutes alone with him,” Pierce said gruffly.

 

“You’d kill him in five seconds,” Athra replied wisely.

 

“Only the last five,” he muttered unhappily.

 

“According to some regulation Quinn recited,” she started.

 

“Two thirty four dash B,” the aforementioned Quinn interjected.

 

“Yeah, whatever,” she said dismissively. “Anyway, the punishment for treason is fifty lashes if the accused wasn’t promptly shot in the face.”

 

“Executed by firing squad,” he translated.

 

“Oooh, I’ve always wanted to whip someone!” Vette said excitedly.

 

Quinn swallowed and adjusted his collar a tad.

 

“We’re not whipping him,” Athra said reproachfully.

 

“Aww!” Vette, Pierce, and Broonmark whined.

 

“Thank the Force!” Jaesa said happily.

 

“Death to the traitor!” Twovee yelled with surprising bloodlust.

 

“No one dies!” Athra said, exasperated. “Instead, I thought I’d let you all have a bit of fun slapping Quinn around.” She paused for effect. “Literally.”

 

“My lord?” Quinn questioned with a squeak.

 

“I’ve always wanted to slap the sh*t outta him,” Pierce grinned. “How many do we get each?”

 

“Every crew member gets five. That includes Twovee.” Twovee hooted at that. “I’ll keep the rest on reserve,” she explained.

 

“Seems fair! When can we start the slap fest?” Vette asked with childlike malicious glee.

 

“After I dismiss you all.”

 

“I think I’d rather be whipped, my lord,” Quinn said morosely.

 

“This is more fun and less bloody,” she grinned.

 

“I’d clean up after,” he bargained.

 

“No dice, home slice!” Vette piped happily.

 

“I can’t wait to get started,” Pierce said evilly.

 

“Dismissed,” Athra said with a broad grin.

 

“I suddenly have other places to be," Quinn said as he turned to run.

 

“I can track his Force signature,” Jaesa said softly.

 

The assembled crew turned to her with wide eyes.

 

“What? I’ve always wanted to slap someone,” she said innocently.

 

“Get trackin’, babe, we ain’t got all day,” Pierce said with a smirk.

 

 

Notes:

 

 

 

Edited August 6, 2012 by irishfino

who new light jaesa had such a mean streak... such as it is...

who new light jaesa had such a mean streak... such as it is...

 

I'd like to think Vette rubs off on her. And the fact that her Master is the Emperor's Wrath.

You do have a point, vette probably would rub off on her. They would probably spend alot of time together, what with being the only two femals, and being the only two even remotely not sociopathic in some way. (however loose vette's morals are, they are still alot tighter than even quinn or peirce's, let alone broonmark's)

“I say you let me have five minutes alone with him,” Pierce said gruffly.

 

“You’d kill him in five seconds,” Athra replied wisely.

 

“Only the last five,” he muttered unhappily.

 

Reason #9245627 I love Pierce: I can believe this exchange is 100% in character when he's referring to someone who has pissed him off enough.

You do have a point, vette probably would rub off on her. They would probably spend alot of time together, what with being the only two femals, and being the only two even remotely not sociopathic in some way. (however loose vette's morals are, they are still alot tighter than even quinn or peirce's, let alone broonmark's)

Broonmark is a murder muppet. (I think he's called that in that fic I linked. Either way, you should read it if you haven't. I miss Doozzer.)

 

Reason #9245627 I love Pierce: I can believe this exchange is 100% in character when he's referring to someone who has pissed him off enough.

Pierce/Quinn interactions are fun to write. Ya know, when they're not trying to kill each other... as they often do in most of my unposted (and I won't be posting them [you have enough hate for Quinn as it is, lol]) torture stories. Oh, yes, I've done many, many mean things to dear, stupid Malavai.