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No death, only Wrath: The Helicarrier Chronicles

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07.20.2012 , 05:44 AM | #31
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 18: In which the Wrath deliberates killing an old friend (II/II)

Time period: After Andronikos Revel comes aboard the Helicarrier

“So you actually got yourself reconstituted after that mess on Corellia. That’s impressive. But I’m not going to invite you to babble about it,” said Nalenne.

Draahg scowled, his cyborg eyes going a dark shade of red.

“And you hooked up with this loser?” Nalenne asked Niselle.

Niselle smiled. “Two out of the three Sith Lords who have attacked you and survived are currently in this room, dear. And that Scourge fellow is hopelessly unattractive anyway. So it seemed reasonable for us two here to hook up.”

“So you can fail together? That’s sweet.”

“So will you try to kill him?” purred Niselle. “Think it’ll work this time?”

“I should take him up to the ship and throw him into the hyperdrive, is what I should do.”

Andronikos winced. “That’s bad for the engines.”

“If it’s bad for Draahg, too, I’ll take it.”

Draahg laughed. “I cannot be kill-“

“Shut up.” Nalenne hit him.

“That was a prime opportunity to gloat, Wrath,” he muttered. “Give me the chance.”

“No,” said Pierce, Quinn, Nalenne, and Niselle.

“Let him go,” said Niselle. “He’s the best toy I’ve had since And – well, since well before Andronikos.”

“Ooh, yeah, the jealousy play works every time, Nis,” yawned Andronikos. “You want me back, just say so. I’ll say no, but if you’re going to ask, ask.”

“Please,” sniffed Niselle. “I’ve got a combat-effective pet now.”

“Um. He just lost in combat. That’s why he’s on his knees with three blasters and two lightsabers trained on him?”

“Oh, do shut up, Nicky.”

Nalenne scowled down at Draahg. “Until I work out a way to reduce you to your constituent atoms, I’m not inclined to keep you around listening to you try to act smug. Leave, then. Jaesa, remind me to look up the guy who fixed him up, torture him ‘til I have full technical information on the cybernetics. Nis – a vibrate setting? Really?”

She hit Draahg before he could open his mouth.

“Oh yes,” said Niselle.

“If I let him go, will you promise never to tell me any such detail again?”

“No promises. But I’ll consider it.”

Nalenne cautiously allowed Draahg to stand up again. He loomed over her, big and powerful and socially clueless as the day they’d met.

Draahg jerked his head toward Quinn. “It’s a shame you were too wrapped up in that one to give me a cha-“

“Run, or I will find a way to vaporize you here and now.”

He ran.

Quinn spared him only a moment’s look before staring at Nalenne. “And once again you fail to kill a would-be assassin.”

“Shut up, Quinn. Nis, do you have any other tricks, or will you come out, alongside us so you can’t scamper on ahead and collapse the mine?

“You are no sport at all,” said Niselle.

“Sorry, hon, I’ve done Draahg before. I know his tricks.”

“Fine. Come along.”

“And now we’re going to let her walk free as well,” said Quinn.

“So?” said Nalenne.

“I tire of your games, my lord.”

“He’s just jealous somebody else got off the fatal hook,” said Vette.

“I shall await you at the ship until you’re ready to actually accomplish something,” said Quinn coldly, and set off at speed.

“Wow,” said Andronikos as the party got moving at a slower pace. “He loves his entrances, but I never thought I’d see him making a dramatic exit.”

“He had a really memorable one once,” said Nalenne. “Kicking, choking, bleeding in places, the whole nine yards.”

Andronikos chuckled. “Wish I coulda been there to see it.”

“Don’t we all,” said Vette.

“I think he’s really upset, master,” said Jaesa.

“Let him be. So somebody else pulled a return-from-the-dead after losing to me. And the somebody else happens to be taller, stronger, handsomer, richer, way better in combat, and Sith, to boot. And that voice!”

“He’s also mostly made of metal and kind of a moron,” said Vette.

Nalenne waved a hand. “Details. Quinn never seems to see that. Instead he gets all sensitive. I think he’s still sore over how Draahg and I met. He always said it was fine, but…he does get jealous.”

“You did jealousy-worthy things when you met Draahg?” said Andronikos.

“Ohhh, yes. All over the Citadel.”

Vette rolled her eyes. “Here we go.”

“Overwhelming force plus strategic victory. See, this was the first time I was asked to bump off a member of the Dark Council,” started Nalenne.

“Showoff,” muttered Niselle.

“Back when Draahg had an actual organic body and relevance and other things you never got your paws on, Nis, let me tell you…”
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07.24.2012 , 07:44 PM | #32
CHRONICLES PAST, 2: In which Nalenne saves the world

Cross-posted from the Short Fic Weekly Challenge.

Time period: Early to middling period of Quinn being dead

Pierce caught up with Nalenne in the marketplace of the village the crew was passing through. “Milord. Word on the street is there’s a big lab outside town. Mad scientist stuff. Could have some interesting items.”

“Science is boring,” said Nalenne.

“The other word on the street is that it’s overrun with zombies in need of being killed. Again.”

“Now you’ve got my attention,” said the Sith.

Pierce led the crew to the lab, a huge grey building surrounded by dozens of uncommonly angry zombies. The resulting killing spree led them, slowly but thrillingly, into the lab itself, and down a staircase into a large subterranean room.

Just inside was some kind of apparatus involving a prodigious number of pipes, levers, glowing jars, and ominous-looking gauges. Nalenne and the crew sailed right past, laying waste to the zombie horde. Nalenne finished off the last zombie and looked around for more. But there was only one unfamiliar humanoid left upright: an old man cowering behind a barrel in the far corner.

“Oh, thank you,” said the old man. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to reach the flamethrowers to clear this place out.”

Pierce and Broonmark exchanged hopeful looks. “You’ll have to show us these flamethrowers before we go,” said Pierce.

“I was just going to test the zombie plague a little bit to be sure it worked before I shelved it with the other superweapons,” said the old man. “I’m Doctor Nasan Godera. Thanks again for saving my life.”

“Anybody who develops superweapons is a friend of mine,” said Nalenne. “Darth Nalenne, Emperor’s Wrath. Nice little operation you’ve got here.”

Before Godera could answer, a booming voice sounded from the entryway. Everyone turned to see a large man in a cape, flanked by small hunchbacked minions.

“Godera,” said the stranger. “I’ve found you at last. And,” he looked at the big apparatus, “the project you left clues about on a dozen worlds.”

“Ooh, a scavenger hunt?” said Jaesa. “That sounds like fun.”

“It all led me here,” smirked the stranger. “To the DREAM.”

“The what?” said Vette.

“The Delirium Reverie-Eating Annihilation Machine,” explained Doctor Godera. “It induces hallucinations in everyone within a ten-kilometer radius, feeds on the resulting wild emotion-induced Force fluctuations, and then blows up the planet.”

“Wow. Stylish,” said Nalenne.

“But that’s terrible!” protested Jaesa. “Godera, you’re a monster!”

Godera looked uneasy. “I didn’t think anybody was going to use it.”

“Minions!” said the stranger. “Initiate the DREAM sequence!” He cackled wildly. His minions got to work on the levers and buttons of the apparatus.

“Did you listen to the part where that’s going to kill us all?” said Vette.

“I’m fine with that. It’s a long story,” said the stranger. “I’m mostly just spiting Doctor Godera.”

“An admirable motivation,” said Nalenne.

“Except for the part where it’s going to kill us all,” reminded Vette.

The machine was purring and whining, a thousand small lights flaring to life. Quinn was looking around, evaluating escape routes. “Doctor. How long do we have before it takes effect?”

“Um,” said Doctor Godera.

“Whoa,” said Pierce. “Pretty colors.” He dropped cross-legged on the floor and fixed his eyes on nothing.

“Bbborblogggg!” squealed Broonmark. He started clawing at his own fur, scratching and shaking in an effort to get an invisible something off of him.

Jaesa started conversing quietly with nobody. She seemed upset about it.

Vette, looking suddenly cheerful, started hopping in place.

Nalenne looked to where Quinn had been standing. A large winged nekghoul grinned toothily at her. She felt a warm rush of hatred.

“My lord,” said Quinn, “Being dead and incorporeal, I appear to be immune to the delirium, but I cannot deactivate the machine. I need you to work with me.”

“Silence, beast!” She drew her lightsaber, flourished it, and attacked.

“My lord! Are you listening?”

Nalenne, not comprehending in the slightest, kept up her attack. Her lightsaber passed harmlessly through him.

“This planet and everyone on it will be obliterated if you don’t listen to me for once in your life, my lord.”

“Hey, Nalenne? I think you should listen to him,” said Vette.

“Wait,” said Quinn. “You can understand me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you look like a big kitten, but otherwise you make total sense.”

“You must help me. We need to deactivate the machine. I can talk you through what’s likely to work, I just need your hands.”

Vette giggled happily. “I don’t have hands, silly.” She waved her hands. “See?”

Pierce, smiling dreamily, pointed at invisible things floating in the air.

“Die already!” yelled Nalenne. She shoved Vette out of the way and commenced another vicious offensive against Quinn. He looked put upon.

Broonmark rolled around on the floor, swatting wildly. “BBBRRRRRRBZZZ.”

A while later Nalenne stilled her lightsaber and glared at the big nekghoul she was seeing. “You just don’t die, do you? You kind of remind me of my ex-husband.” Then, snarling, she redoubled her efforts. “I will end you.”

“I thought we were on better terms than that by now,” said a concerned Quinn.

“So…pretty…” said Pierce happily, and commenced some kind of one-person clapping game.

Jaesa was in tears, still arguing with nothing.

“I really can’t reason with you, can I,” said Quinn.

“I’ll kill you, monster!”

“Right,” said Quinn resignedly. “I am a scary monster and I need killing. Rawr.” He led Nalenne across the room and stepped into the great plexisteel heart of the machine.

“Don’t taunt me! You won’t get away so easy!” Nalenne gave chase, carving into the machine with singleminded fury. “I hate you! I hate you!”

Vette giggled. “Just like old times, huh, captain?”

“Oh, shut up,” said Quinn.

Some critical power conduit in the machinery finally blew. Quinn moved slowly, continuing to lead Nalenne’s frenzied offensive through the guts of the machine. There was a burst of light, a shower of sparks, a long sad powering-down sound, and then everyone blinked and looked around.

Jaesa sniffled and wiped her eyes. Vette stopped distractedly waving her lekku. Broonmark sat up and grumbled. Pierce stood up and looked unaccountably guilty. Nalenne hopefully jabbed at Quinn, but her lightsaber still had no effect on him.

“A kitten?” said Quinn, frowning at Vette.

“Hm. Let’s never speak of this again,” said Nalenne.

“Oh, I’m speaking of it,” said Vette. “The look on Quinn’s face the whole time was beautiful.”

Quinn scowled. “Listen to your master.”

“Or you’ll, what? Rawr me to death?”

Nalenne blinked. “He said ‘rawr’?”


“Okay, you can speak of that part again. Otherwise let’s all just forget this.”

“Master, we need to bring Godera to justice before he can unleash another superweapon,” said Jaesa.

“That’s no fun,” said Nalenne, but she looked around. Both Godera and his mysterious enemy were gone.

Broonmark’s four eyes winked a pattern equivalent to a frown. “Rrrrrglorble.”

“Can we go?” said Quinn.

“We loot the flamethrowers first,” said Pierce. “He definitely said something about flamethrowers.”
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07.24.2012 , 09:33 PM | #33
Hahaha. Ghost-Quinn looking like a kitten was classic. I actually managed to picture a kitten with the default Quinn hair with the brush over. HI-LARIOUS.
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07.24.2012 , 10:03 PM | #34
Quote: Originally Posted by MilaniGrey View Post
Hahaha. Ghost-Quinn looking like a kitten was classic. I actually managed to picture a kitten with the default Quinn hair with the brush over. HI-LARIOUS.
Oh god.. if only my drawing skills weren't crap.. I'd doodle that! Actually.. maybe I will...
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07.29.2012 , 08:39 PM | #35
Lol! I love your pieces!
And Quinn saying 'rawr' was hilarious
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08.05.2012 , 08:25 PM | #36
I really thought I had posted this already.

CHRONICLES PRESENT, 19: In which the Hand calls

Time period: After Andronikos Revel comes aboard the Helicarrier

When the holocall came up, Nalenne set aside her Duranium Man reading and fired up the main holoprojector.

Servants One and Two rippled into view. The two cultists stared grimly at Nalenne.

Nalenne stared grimly at the two cultists.

“The Wrath is…doing well, we hope?” Servant Two intoned awkwardly.

“Was doin’ great until about ten seconds ago. What news from the latest ex-employer to try to shaft me?” (*)

“The Emperor requires your services,” said Servant One.

“Told you not to call me back ‘til you’ve found a fight worthy of me. Name it, quick.”

“The Hero of Tython is on the move again,” said Servant One.

“The Wrath had better have improved her game since last time,” quavered Servant Two.

“So you want me to off him? Time and place, I’ll be there.”

“Figuring out the time and place is your problem,” said Servant One. “Unless you’ve gotten to be terrible at that, too.”

“I’m the same lean, mean, hunting-killing machine I’ve always been!”

Servant One ran an eloquent look down around her hips and back. “I can agree on ‘mean,’” he said.

“I’ve had just about enough of you two,” said Nalenne.

“The Emperor commands-“

Andronikos stepped forward and kicked the holo controls off.

Nalenne clapped her hands to her mouth to get over the original urge to squeal. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life,” she squeaked after a moment.

“My lord,” said Quinn, looking outraged.

“Ha!” said Pierce, looking delighted.

“Should try it yourself next time they give you grief,” Andronikos told Nalenne.

“But they’re supposed to…you know. They call, give me orders, I complain, I do it. It’s the natural order of things.”

“A lot of the natural order of things could do with a solid kick.”

“It’s outright treason against the Hand and is exactly the kind of thing you know better than to indulge in, my lord,” said Quinn.

“It was awesome,” said Vette.

“Given that those Servants are the closest things to personifications of pure evil I’ve seen, I have to agree with Vette,” said Jaesa.

“Let’s not make it a big deal, huh?” said Andronikos. “We got plans today?”

“Duranium Man back issues,” said Nalenne. “I’ve been too busy to keep up lately.”

“You hung up on the Emperor’s Hand for comic books?” demanded Quinn.

“No. Andronikos hung up on them for dramatic and comic effect. I’m just taking advantage.”

Andronikos coughed. “Right, then. Can I take the helm, bring us out to a certain interesting-weaponry bazaar that’s on a little ways coreward from here?”

“Yeah, can he?” said Pierce hopefully.

“Go for it. Quinn, go see about getting some bio-mad-science supplies for Broonmark wherever we land. Girls…you want to just camp out in the holo room tonight, watch some vid or other, braid each other’s lekku? I have a strong suspicion I won’t be welcome in my own bed.”

“Why?” said Andronikos. “I’m the one who flipped the switch.”

“Yeah,” said Nalenne, “but I’m the one who really, really enjoyed it.”
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08.05.2012 , 08:35 PM | #37
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 20: In which Nalenne learns something surprising

Time period: After Andronikos Revel comes aboard the Helicarrier

“So. Hero of Tython.” Nalenne slouched further into the couch.

“Yeah,” said Vette. “So far the captain’s turned up no leads from his super-special intelligence whatever he’s got access to.”

“You get anything through your friends?”


“Why does the Hand care, anyway? So he saved Tython or something. And wrecked my Comic Con experience. (*) Big deal.”

“Uh,” said Vette.


“You didn’t hear about that?”

“Um, no.”

“It was Rho who actually snuck into the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas and took out the Voice of the Emperor. That’s why he wasn’t giving you orders for a few months.”

“Why does no one tell me these things!?”

“I thought it was common knowledge. Besides, you kill most people who might have interesting news before they can start talking. You brought this on yourself.”

“So they want me to take out a guy who beat up the Emperor’s Voice.”

“You beat up the Emperor’s Voice, too. In time to get back to the Voss-Ka cantina for lunch.”

“He wasn’t resisting at the time.”

“Pep talk, Nalenne. Stop ruining it.”

“How about we ignore this job for now. Ugh. I can’t believe nobody told me he killed the Emperor.”

Pierce paused on his way through the room. “You didn’t hear about that?”

"Stop rubbing it in, Lieutenant."

"Any other news we need to catch you up on?"

"How would I know?"

Vette giggled.

"I hate you guys."
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08.05.2012 , 08:48 PM | #38
CHRONICLES PRESENT, 21: In which Nalenne and Andronikos discuss life

Time period: After Andronikos Revel comes aboard the Helicarrier

Nalenne was carving through a crowd of panicked rabble, and it was a good day.

“My lord,” yelled Quinn behind her, “I have secured the sequencer here. We need to get around to the north side.”

“Busy,” said Nalenne. She could disengage from these poor gangsters at any time, but it was much more fun to keep killing.

“My lord. We are on a limited timeframe and you’re free to disengage right now.”

“Busy,” said Nalenne. “Buzz off.”

Quinn darted to a control panel on the wall and pressed some rapid code sequence. Huge blast doors slammed down to block Nalenne’s rampage, cutting her off from the bulk of her enemies.

She rounded on Quinn. “What the hell is that? I’m not done here!”

“Yes, you are. We need to proceed to the north face to finish the fine work there.”

“The busywork, you mean. No. Screw it. I’ve done enough of your heavy lifting on this stupid op.” She deactivated her saber and stormed out the nearest door.

She didn’t really have a plan after that. “Stomping dramatically away from Quinn” seemed adequate for the time being. She walked until she could hear herself think, then found a relatively clean ledge in a brick-wall alley to settle on so she could sulk in privacy for a bit.

There wasn’t even anything to kill nearby.

A scuffing sound from the street grabbed her attention some time later. She watched, maintaining her sulky face, as Andronikos came around the corner. He nodded at her and leaned against the alley’s opposite wall.

“I wouldn’t intrude,” he said, “but I don’t think you’re accustomed to stomping off like that. The anger part here gets lonely if you’re not used to it.”

Then he looked out at the street for a while.

In time he pulled out a flask. “Thirsty?”

“Nah. I was gonna get that all done in one semi-suicidal binge in a little bit.”


A little while later she spoke up. “I’m not being unreasonable, wanting a few seconds’ freedom a day, am I?”

“You’re Sith. Wanting is kind of your thing. Wanting, and taking.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right, it is.” She waited. “So you finally have me alone. You gonna kill me now? Nis would be thrilled.”

He smiled. “Nah. I try when Nis asks me to, but I’ve got nothing against you. And, frankly, watching you walk out on your control-freak captain was the best thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

“I don’t usually run away. I usually just kill people until all the survivors agree with me.”

“Sometimes it’s best to just go. Clear your head a bit. If the killing’s worthwhile, it’ll still be there when you get back.”

“’Just go.’ Think they could get by without me?”

“Anybody can get by without anybody. It’s all a question of whether it’s any fun to try. Ever think about it? You know, kick the crew out, take the ship, just…fly. No orders, no running interference between these lousy egomaniacs, no nothin’. Just stars an’ blasters.” He considered. “And a lightsaber,” he added thoughtfully. “Oh, and a well-stocked bar.”

“And comic books,” added Nalenne.

“And comic books,” agreed Andronikos, “if you’re that big a nerd.”

“You don’t complain about Scarlet Nexu, particularly the Insatiable run whose archive you’ve moved to underneath your bed.”

“We’re getting away from the question. Ever think about going? With any necessary or desirable supplies?”

“It’d be lonely,” she said.

“I know you like your people. But it might be good for you to maybe spend two minutes not bending over backwards catering to their every whim.”

“I like taking care of them.”

“Even him?” He raised one hand. “Wait, before you answer. Recall that this guy is about as sane as my girl, and he can’t even do tricks like killing people by looking at them like mine can. I know love makes you do the stupid. But he treats you like his personal lifting droid. It’s absurd.”

“He knows me well enough to know how to make my life hell if I don’t give him what he wants.”

“Screw that. Cut him loose. Him and his buddies on the Emperor’s Hand. Skip Jaesa’s lectures and let’s just go. It’d be a change, yeah, but freedom’s enough to keep you going for a long time.”

“Is it freedom if I’m doing it because you told me to?”

“Better’n waiting for the next schizophrenic round of orders your current babysitters give you.”

“They’re not my babysitters.”

Andronikos shrugged and stared up at the city skyline. They were quiet for a while.

“You going to get back to lecturing me?” asked Nalenne.

“Nah. Already did too much. I figure you get enough of that.” He pushed away from the wall. “I know storming out alone isn’t your usual thing, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Just so you know, it was a sight to see.” He chuckled. “You should consider doing more of it, but I leave that up to you.”

“Don’t go yet,” she said, standing up. “On the scale of rash and possibly regrettable things, I’m going to have to work my way up to ‘abandoning everybody and running away forever.’”

“You got a lesser rash and possibly regrettable idea in mind for the short term?”

“I do.” She moved closer. “You in?”

“Nalenne, uh. I’ve slept with your sister.”

“I am way too upset to care about how creepy that is right now.”

“Okay, then. Sure.”
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08.05.2012 , 08:54 PM | #39
Nalenne is hilarious.
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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08.06.2012 , 12:26 AM | #40
This last one with Andronikos made me super happy. I'm sure it will blow up in Nalenne's face as everything does but super happy.