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EverSteam
10.20.2012 , 07:31 PM | #91
Quote: Originally Posted by MilaniGrey View Post
Errgg. Happiness. She needs it.
That was kind of happy... she's spending time with Torian... (though it wasn't very romantic and he just wanted to get away from Mako and the BH is busy thinking about other things...)
Ok, I'll try and have something happy happen soon. No promises
Gotta go meet Tormen first

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MilaniGrey
10.20.2012 , 07:55 PM | #92
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That was kind of happy... she's spending time with Torian... (though it wasn't very romantic and he just wanted to get away from Mako and the BH is busy thinking about other things...)
Ok, I'll try and have something happy happen soon. No promises
Gotta go meet Tormen first
You're such a tease.
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EverSteam
10.21.2012 , 04:22 AM | #93
This is a few in one so it's a little long. Just wanted to post the end scene of this post between the BH and Torian really bad XD


Arrival at the Tyrant...


I didn't go to the Tyrant immediately. I am not an obedient dog to be whistled for. I will not go running. I am free.

Went to Drumond Kaas to get some info from the Secret Service. Decided it's time I start looking harder for It. Found a few things. Used Mako's sister thing as a cover for it. Didn't take her in there with me though. Took Torian, of course. Gault would want money for his discretion and ask questions, Blizz would let something slip, and Mako would start snooping around. Guess I'm trusting Torian.

So we went to a few different to follow these leads. Was able to find moderately decent bounties on each as a cover. The leads didn't go anywhere and the bounties were quick. Still have a few good ones left. Think I'll leave it for now. If It suspects I'm looking, then it might come looking for me. And I want our meeting to be on my terms.

I stand behind the pilots chair and look out the window. 'We're coming out of hyperspace. Everyone up front.'

I stare at the few dozen Imperial cruisers as the crew come in. I'm not impressed. I refuse to be. Stubborn. The main ship was large. Screamed Imperial command ship. Not exactly a smart tactic to take. Suppose they figure in a fight no one would get close. We would had no chance in a fight, that's a fact. We had no chance fleeing. They could find our ship easily and beat it at every intersection.

Mako stands at my shoulder. 'There's the fleet.' Obvious, Mako. What else would it be? A f*****g circus of womp rats we decided to stop and watch? 'I hope your right about this,' she continues, unaware of my growing irritation. I notice how it has has changed from 'I' to 'you'. She was the first who said we had no choice.

Gault takes his usual stance in the least used corner and leans against the wall. He makes what he think is a witty remark. He is scared. He reeks of it. Hides it under mocking comments. No one laughs.

'Battle stations?' Torian eases into one of the co-pilots seats and starts preparing the plasma canons before I can reply. Always the Mandalorian warrior.

'Warm the turrets, prepare the targeting, raise the shields.' I may not give commands often, but when I do, I like it a lot. I can see how people become tyrannous dictators. Doesn't make me forgiving of them though.

'Charging to full. Blizz, shields.' I grin. I love Torian giving orders. Blizz immediately salutes him and slides into the other co-pilot seat and follows out his orders. They make a good team. And when it comes to space missions, have some actual use. Unlike Gault who pays me to drop him at the nearest civilised planet first and Mako who spends her time with her head in the toilet, vomiting.

Blizz has made improvements on the ship. A lot of improvements. I allowed him to. Made him happy. And useful. Reason any of them are here is because they were useful to e in some way. Soon as that runs out, they're gone.
Mako explains the obvious as she describes out limited options in either going to them silently or not so silently and more painfully. She also mentions the Imperials might be cooperating with the Republic for my capture. I doubt it. For starters, we're meeting a Sith, not a Moff. Sith would never work with the Republic. They have far too much pride. And they can hardly work with each other half the time. We have already gone over tactics and possibilities for this. Repeatedly. For three weeks.

'I'm aware of the predicament, Mako. But I doubt the Empire wants to do the Republic any favours.'
We are told to dock over the ships comm. Hanger eight. We try to demand answers. Only gets us silence and tractor beamed. I had for the exit and prepare my blasters.

Let the fun begin.

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It's dark, like all Imperial vessels. Same interior too. Red, black and gray. Lots of hard angles and pentagons.

A Lieutenant Parson meets us with only a dozen soldiers. Fool. We can take them easy. I smirk at them as the raise their guns and point them at us. They want me to come quietly. Why do they ever think that will work? They are as foolish as the Republic. And it is seriously getting tiresome.

But still. It is smart to try and unarm me before I come into the presence of a 'Lord of the Sith'. Such pomposity. But it is nice to know they know who I really am. Should be enough to know that a dozen soldiers can't stop me. And I can take a Lord of the Sith.

'Anyone still around by the time the Lieutenant hits the floor will share his fate.' Nine of them run. Predictable. And generous on my part. I look at Torian out of the corner of my eye, hoping he is ready. He is, naturally, and his mouth is twitching. I feel his pride. His strength. His approval. My blood runs quicker. I return my gaze to the Lieutenant and Torian and I smile together as we quickly dispatch the Lieutenant. It's so much funner with someone to share this with.

As he lies bleeding to death he whispers sincerely, 'you won't get away with this.' Last whispered words. I swear they make an unofficial manual for military personal to read that's full of cliché death lines. And just lines for all kinds of typical situations.

'Actually, I will.' I shoot him. Pow. Dead.

I turn around to face Gault as he whistles. 'Quite a body count we stacked up.' Gault is impressed. And alive. And found a few credits in the Lieutenants pockets. More than enough to make him happy. Hardly say four is much of a body count, though.

'So, what do we do now? Do we make a run for it?' Mako. So eager to run from good fights. Something she has in common with Gault.

'We wouldn't make it far in our ship. That's why we're taking this bird.' I smile. Steal of the century.

Gault brightens and grins immediately. Mako's response isn't as appreciative. 'You want to steal an Imperial capital ship? Oh man, that'd have them red in the face.' Always stating the obvious. No point doing it if no one gets angry over it. Been the basic rationale for the past two years of my life.

I point at Torian. He flinches and I realise my gun is in my hand. I roll my eyes and continue what I was going to say. 'Torian, you're with me.' I turn to the others. 'Everyone else, block off this hanger.'I turn around again. 'You know the rest.' I wave my hand dismissively. Already walking away.

'No sweat. We're all counting on you,' Mako calls after me. No different from usual then.

Torian and I head for the Sith Lord. I wouldn't have this any other way.

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Darth Tormen is rather tall. A pure blood. So better connection to the force. And higher arrogance. He has his hood up. So dramatic. His face is redder than most. I feel his power. It is quite significant. But I am better. I think.

He doesn't follow standard greetings and starts with 'I see you have dispatched of your escort.' I'm not sure I like a man that doesn't introduce himself formally or with a simple 'hello'. I smirk at the thought of a waving Sith saying 'hello'.

'Didn't care for their welcome. Never really appreciated Sith Hospitality.' I smirk slightly. I would rather not fight. That's a lie. I would. I just want answers first. And to know if I could win. A little out of shape against a Sith.

'Start. Destroy what is mine again and I will do the same to what is yours.' He raises his hand. Yes. Very dramatic. And predictable. I don't need to turn to know he is choking Torian. I can hear his gurgles. I know he is clutching at the invisible hands. Trying to removing the intense, severe pain.

I keep my face impassive. Inside, something is screaming in anguish. In torment. I want to step to his defence. But I don't. Torian's heart is beating fast. I can hear his laboured breath. It is loud in my ears. It bleeds a part of my soul. It maddens me. I hate this man. More than I have hated one in a very long time. This Sith wants to see my fear. Have me a terrified and yielding dog. Instead, he will see my fury. I will never yield. For no man. Not even for Torian.

He lets go. Torian scratches his neck. Rubs it. His voice is coarse and crackling when he speaks. 'Gonna remember that.' A blade goes through my chest. Something is twisting and burning my torso. As if his hand was around my heart and his grip was becoming tighter. And tighter. I will never forget it. Torian's laboured breath will always haunt me. And I will never forgive it. I will kill this Sith for that.

He moves to business now that he believes he established the chain of command. He wants me to kill the Supreme Chancellor. I want to kill the Supreme Chancellor. But not with him. And not to aid him. I am not his puppet.

'You have a lot of nerve. I have killed thirteen three Sith more powerful than you.' A slight exaggeration. Though I have killed a lot more than thirteen Sith, I've only killed five more powerful than him. I'm not that good. I don't think he knows that though. And I'm prone to exaggeration. 'What makes you think I will work for you?'

'It would be unwise to refuse.' He raises his hand and examines his nails. The threat isn't lost on me. I know he can sense my rage at it. Foolish to bring Torian with me to meet a Sith. What did I think they would do? Guess it's a little obvious how I fell.

'And it would be unwise for you to treat me as an Imperial slave. I am a free woman. And I can kill you.' Not sure about that yet. I stare evenly into his eyes. He stares back. I win. He pretends I haven't.

'I thought revenge would have been enough of an incentive for you.' He goes on to explain what I can gain. I hear mention of credits. 'So long as our enemies remain on Coruscant, they will remain even beyond your reach.' I acknowledge it would be difficult. That is why the Jedi still breathes. But not impossible.

'I don't work for free.' He makes vague promises. I consent. I will kill him in the end. When all others are dead. And I will choke the life out of him as he has threatened to do to Torian. The Sith will never hurt him again.

Apparently there will be obstacles in getting to the Supreme Chancellor and the Jedi Master. There always are. 'As long as I get paid. Person, place or thing?'

He describes them. Sounds easy. Some pilot or other and a General. My specialty. Pilot was last seen on Belsavis, and the General is stirring trouble on Voss. First to go after is the pilot. Waste of my skills. I just have to think of end game. The Chancellor's death. And then his.

I call Mako. 'Unlock the hanger. The situations been dealt with. I'll brief you back on the ship.'

She sounds surprised. And tired. Lack of sleep. Bad dreams. Have to speak to her about that. Don't want performance to drop because of a few nightmares. She needs to toughen up and soldier on. No matter what. I do.

When we leave Tormen's quarters, I take off my gloves and after walking around a corner or two, I pull Torian into a small empty walk way, just big enough to fit both of us. I take off his helmet before he can protest and hold a finger to his lips.

'Don't talk. I need to assess the damage.' I sound a little too severe and angry. I look at his throat and see dark purple already blossoming around his neck. 'I'm going to touch your neck in different places and I want you to make a noise, not a word when it hurts. Ok?' He gives a sharp nod.

I feel around different areas of his neck. He makes a noise now and again but there's no severe damage. 'Say something.' His mouth opens and closes for a moment and then settles on some words.

'I'm fine.'

I snort in derision but pleased to hear no damage to his vocal area or wind pipes. Breathing is even and unblocked as well. I take a step back in the small space and crouch down to take out some med supplies. He only watches me silently. I stand close again and start to do as much for his neck as possible. Never did this in those weeks after I... I should have. Unforgiveable not to. Guess I'm angry with myself as well as the Sith.

I ignore how close we are and focus on treating his neck. When I finish, I don't look at him directly. But I can hear the quick beat of his heart and that makes me uncomfortable enough. I crouch back down and throw him a container of something and give him orders to apply it twice a day to avoid swelling etc.

'Thanks, cyare.'

I stand and spin to face him, my fist punching a dent in the wall next to his neck and my lips inches from his. I can taste his breathe and it's surprisingly a little sweet. 'Don't thank me for this,' I hiss to him, my eyes not leaving his. 'There is nothing to thank me for! My fault he did that. Should have predicted this happening. Wasn't thinking. Once this is over, I'm going to kill that f*****g bastard. Understand?'

Torian eyes me warily and I glare back. He opens and closes his mouth, and leans in a little. I don't draw away. He settles for a sharp nod. I turn around and crouch over my bad. 'Good.'

'But my point still stands.' He crouches down next to me and holds my fist in his gloved hand. He tries to hold my gaze. But I look away and he stands up again. 'Thank you, cyare.'

I pack away the supplies, shaking my head. I ignore the moment. And what could of been. I try not to think about how much I wanted him to lean in and kiss me. How much I wanted him to close the space between us. And I try even harder to not think about why he didn't.

We walk in silence back to the ship. As I walk back through the empty corridors, I'm a little sad. I resolve to blow this ship up after all this is done. After the Sith lies bleeding at my feet.



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Irrissa
10.21.2012 , 07:47 AM | #94
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You should post it! BH's need more love.
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I am working hard on it. Stuck on a bit of the second part and wanted to have at least two bits together to post. I have lots of the later story in my head but figure I should get it out in some kind of order to make sense
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MilaniGrey
10.21.2012 , 12:00 PM | #95
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This is a few in one so it's a little long. Just wanted to post the end scene of this post between the BH and Torian really bad XD


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Almost. You're taking the story in such even strides, I love it. Makes me want to go and give hugs and attention to my lonely and neglected BH on Prophecy. Much love for this story. <3
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EverSteam
10.21.2012 , 09:13 PM | #96
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I am working hard on it. Stuck on a bit of the second part and wanted to have at least two bits together to post. I have lots of the later story in my head but figure I should get it out in some kind of order to make sense
Darn things having to make sense
Could at least post a teaser? *looks hopeful*

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Almost. You're taking the story in such even strides, I love it. Makes me want to go and give hugs and attention to my lonely and neglected BH on Prophecy. Much love for this story. <3
Thanks!
Got a plan for something happy. Just wait for my next post. 'Almost happy' will become 'very close to happy'

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Adwynyth
10.21.2012 , 09:54 PM | #97
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Got a plan for something happy. Just wait for my next post. 'Almost happy' will become 'very close to happy'
YAY for closer to happy.
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EverSteam
10.22.2012 , 05:43 AM | #98
Ok, just wrote this an hour ago on impulse. Wasn't the 'very close to happy' post I was talking about but this one is too XD

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Some time later on arrival to Belsavis...

We arrive on Belsavis.

I have heard of it before. I am excited to go down onto the surface. I don't care for the political intrigue or prison that spans across the planet. I want to see the planet's surface. In the holonet, it described the weather and climate as opposite extremes right next to each other caused by volcanic activity. Snow one moment and two meters later, volcanic and barren, or tropical and humid.

Tormen calls and I'm extremely impatient. He gives a briefing of the target and orders. Should be an easy target. A Republic pilot of some sort called Zale. Picked up other bounties on the way too. Mako dug them up. Seems the freed prisoners and the strange alien race called Esh-ka will be a constant problem, though. Something's got to keep it interesting.

As soon as his figure flickers away and the transmission is cut, I glance at Torian. We race to the exit. He takes the stairs and I summersault down. I win. We run out the exit and I grin at him and we race to the shuttle. When we land on the planet, we find another large job waiting for us. I sigh and hurry to the Sith who has the job.

They want to free the Dread Masters. I had heard of them. And even to me, they pose a threat. A handful of Sith that even I may not be able to beat. I'd rather they were locked up. I don't like threats running around. But the pay is too good. Too good to refuse. A Republic lawman of sort might cause some trouble for a while though. I am free to dispatch of him. Like they could stop me anyway.

Torian and I leave the 'city' and walk for a few hours. We go in the opposite direction from the prison. We don't talk much, just stay close and look around. Occasionally, I comment on a plant and it's properties. He does the same. Like how he knows botany. I smile to myself and shake my head. Like a lot about him. Gave up trying to think otherwise a while back. Just don't know what to do this now.

Planet's as amazing as I imagined. Favourite parts are where the snow trespasses into the forest and lies as a thin blanket over the grass which in places stubbornly refuses to be hidden, sticking out like green needles.

I like plants. Wish I knew more than I did. Only know the basics and which can be used for various poisons. Even then, using natural memory it's their appearance and not names I remember. But I like them all. I like the ones that are beautiful yet poisonous or deadly; the ones that can kill, stun or catch skin and tear it off. But I like the ones that are ugly better. The ones that can heal and mend, yet look and smell repulsive. I feel sorry for them. They can't help what they are, yet they can still heal and give joy. Stupid naivety. They only have to boiled, crushed, torn or cooked first. They only have to become unrecognisable.

In these places of light snow, there are blue flowers with eight petals. I stop and look at one. It's centre is sticky with silver dew and the petals have flecks of darker blue. I smile down at it. I like naturally pretty things. Things that are born so beautiful, you cry because it hurts to look at them yet you can never take your eyes away. All you can do is look at their beauty, never really touching it and knowing you can never have it.

Torian silently watches me. He comes over and swiftly picks the flower off the ground. He looks at it for a second and comes closer. His eyes are gentle. I don't realise until then how much the flower resembles them. He takes another step closer and smiles down at me. He raises a hand and I flinch back. His smile doesn't fall or waver but his eyes become slightly sad. I look away but don't move back, and I don't walk away. I don't want to.

I feel something move above my right ear and raise a hand to touch it. There's something soft and something sticky. It's the flower. I drop my hand and look back at Torian. So close and his hand still hovering near my face. He's not smiling anymore, but there's something earnest there. Guess it's my turn to stand with an opening and closing mouth. Don't know what this is. My eyes stray to his neck and I see the angry purple and blue bruise that circles his neck. I turn and walk away. Got hurt again because he was with me. Don't think that will ever be ok.

He runs and catches up with me, taking my hand in his. It's warm and a little sweaty. But that makes it nicer. Guess mine must feel a little dead to him. But he doesn't let go. We wander back to the base, neither really looking at the other, both keeping our eyes on the ground in front. I can feel his smile, but I don't dare look. And I don't take my hand away. I don't know what this is, but I like it.

When we make it back to the ship, I quickly walk to my room. He follows half way up the stairs but when I reach my door and turn around, he's gone. I sit for a long time, looking at the flower. I don't cry because I can't. I touch my mouth and find that it's smiling, my ear and cheek still feeling his hand and the feel of the flower. But when I think of Torian, I see his neck crimson and purple, and hear his gasping for air. I crush the flower in my hand and throw it the bin. I shouldn't have something this beautiful. And I know that means I shouldn't have him.

But that's the thing about beautiful things. You can never look away and you always have to get as close you can, hoping it might rub off on you.

So I go down to dinner, and I can't take my eyes off him.




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MilaniGrey
10.22.2012 , 09:31 AM | #99
I'm running out of words to express how much I enjoy this story.
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iamthehoyden
10.22.2012 , 03:57 PM | #100
Love all of this. All all all of this.

The piece on the Tyrant - your bounty hunter is darker in many ways than mine was, but almost every reaction to Tormen - it was perfectly perfect. And seeing the piece right after in both her and Torian's perspectives was just excellent. And then her reactions to flowers on Belsavis - I love how she wants to be pretty. I love how that concerns her.

Just, really really love this.
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