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irishfino
08.09.2012 , 08:58 PM | #31
Quote: Originally Posted by Maylen View Post
Ohh....now I get it. I was not thinking of the always reliable "your face!" response, which I say to my husband when he has outwitted me.

Thanks for clarifying, I was totally left scratching my head.
I can see why it was confusing. I appear to have missed a comma and I went back and italicized the text so it appears as more of a thought than an out of place statement.


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08.09.2012 , 10:29 PM | #32
Also, Barnabus' nonsense makes me bubbly-happy.
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08.09.2012 , 11:05 PM | #33
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Also, Barnabus' nonsense makes me bubbly-happy.
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Reil
08.10.2012 , 11:05 AM | #34
Just came across this story today. Love it. It most closely reflects my own vision of Quinn's personality than other stories, but you put a nice spin on his possible background. I've wrestled off and on with trying to determine his possible age which seems to me a hinge point to a lot of things. Being held back and only now promoted to Captain (Army junior O3 rank) made me think late 20's but then it's been at least 10 years since the Battle of Druckenwell which argues for 30's or more given early training time. Oh well, your story has me wool gathering which I credit to your level of detail. Now I'm going to be back here daily looking for my Malavai crack hit. Keep up the good work.

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irishfino
08.10.2012 , 12:07 PM | #35
Quote: Originally Posted by Reil View Post
Just came across this story today. Love it. It most closely reflects my own vision of Quinn's personality than other stories, but you put a nice spin on his possible background. I've wrestled off and on with trying to determine his possible age which seems to me a hinge point to a lot of things. Being held back and only now promoted to Captain (Army junior O3 rank) made me think late 20's but then it's been at least 10 years since the Battle of Druckenwell which argues for 30's or more given early training time. Oh well, your story has me wool gathering which I credit to your level of detail. Now I'm going to be back here daily looking for my Malavai crack hit. Keep up the good work.
I'm glad you're enjoying it. I only recently rediscovered my love of writing and fanfiction is a way for me to stretch those writing legs.

As for Quinn's age:
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08.10.2012 , 12:08 PM | #36
In which Quinn reveals a bit of his family make-up...



They left Barnabus a few hours later with promises to return. Barnabus was quite happy to invite Jaesa to come on her own if young Malavai persisted in being “a stiff child”. Quinn blushed with indignation as Jaesa giggled next to him. Barnabus was a breath of fresh air compared to his much younger counterpart, but she nearly preferred her stiff Captain to the joking and jovial man lying in bed. Almost. Kind of. It was a tossup.

Quinn was quiet and stiff as he led her to the nearby cantina. He needed a drink. Badly. They settled into a mostly private booth in companionable silence while the drink service droid beeped and scooted away with their order.

“I didn’t know you drank, Captain,” Jaesa said with a small smile.

I’ve been known to imbibe on occasion,” he said stiffly.

“You and your grandfather are quite different.”

“Yes.”

“Was your mother anything like him?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said softly.

She opened her mouth to ask why when the droid returned with their drink order: the hardest liquor available for Quinn and a non-alcoholic fruity drink for Jaesa. He nursed his drink quietly and stared at the table in thought. He could tell her his parentage, his origins. Would she run? Would she stop speaking with him? Stop helping him? Stop being there when he needed someone most? It was too new, too fresh, he decided, this, whatever this was between them.

“How have the dreams been lately?” she asked gently.

He stiffened, his glass hanging in his hand midair.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she said quickly.

He downed the rest of his drink with a small grimace and set the glass on the edge of the table. The service droid came up quickly and refilled his drink. He nodded his thanks and took a large gulp from his new drink.

“They’ve been… different,” he said quietly.

She waited quietly for him to continue, but he had turned his attention to one of the many Twi’lek dancers.

“I can’t often differentiate between the waking world and the dream world,” he said quietly.

She strained her ears to hear him, but remained quiet. If his grandfather was any indication, poking and prodding Malavai was a bad idea. He seemed to shut down at the slightest hint of probing.

“My grandfather was a Cipher Agent,” he said as he turned his attention back to the table. “He told me wondrous tales of espionage when I was a small, sick child. He’s never been clear on how much of it actually happened, but I enjoyed it while I recovered.”

“Why were you sick?” she asked quietly.

“A combination of things,” he responded. “I told you before I am a product of the Watcher program. A portion of my genetic material came directly from Barnabus. We are similar in looks, but little else otherwise. My biological mother was an unnamed Watcher and my remaining genetic make-up came from a particular donor male.”

“Your father?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yes, my ‘father’ for these purposes.” He took a large swallow from his glass and continued. “My grandfather, Barnabus, as you have seen, is a bit happy. He followed orders well enough, but his personality was overbearing to say the least. The Empire decided to test a serum, a corrective serum on his closest living relative. I had enough of his genetic material to qualify.”

“That’s terrible,” Jaesa murmured sadly.

“I was rather happy to serve the Empire. It was my duty as an Imperial and I was happy to know I was one of the youngest Imperials with a purpose.” He finished his drink and set it on the edge of the table. The service droid immediately refilled it. “It made me quite ill, but it had the desired effect. A person with the right word could control those injected with said serum. Overwrite personality, memories. Quite useful.”

“But you were just a child,” she said unhappily. “They took your childhood away. That’s hardly fair or worth it.”

He fixed her with a cold stare. “It makes little difference now.”

“I think I need a stiffer drink,” she said lightly. He signaled to the drink service droid and ordered her the alcoholic version of her current drink. She took a large sip then shuddered. Sweet stars, it was strong.

“Is that your first taste of alcohol?” he asked, amused.

“Not my first, but I haven’t had many,” she explained.

“Only drink half of that drink,” he said stiffly. “I have no idea how to handle an inebriated Force user.”

She giggled quietly, the warmth of the alcohol spreading from her belly to her limbs. Her giggles slowly turned to laughter at Quinn’s head shaking. She laughed harder and he felt the corners of his mouth drift in an upward motion. He let them.
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08.11.2012 , 09:10 AM | #37
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I'm glad you're enjoying it. I only recently rediscovered my love of writing and fanfiction is a way for me to stretch those writing legs.
Yup, yup. Rather than go crazy all over your story thread I sent you a PM. Or I think I did. This forum has been rather buggy for me today. Anyway, my whole response should be in your message basket for when you get time for it.

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irishfino
08.11.2012 , 01:03 PM | #38
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Yup, yup. Rather than go crazy all over your story thread I sent you a PM. Or I think I did. This forum has been rather buggy for me today. Anyway, my whole response should be in your message basket for when you get time for it.
I got it. I'll respond a bit more thoughtfully later. For now I will say: Holy cr*p we think alike!
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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08.11.2012 , 01:03 PM | #39
“You’ve been staring at that dancer most of the evening, Captain,” Jaesa said with a bit of a slur in her words.

It was true; he was oddly fascinated with the gyrating green Twi’lek across the room. She was a little attractive if Jaesa admitted it to herself, which she didn’t. Having long since switched to water while Jaesa slowly drank the entirety of her drink (much to Quinn’s dismay), he took a small sip and licked his lips.

“I knew her,” he said stiffly.

“Did you have sex with her?” Jaesa asked in a stage whisper.

“Don’t be crass,” Quinn chided.

“That’s not an answer,” Jaesa teased in a sing-song.

“It’s as much of an answer as you will get from me,” he said stiffly.

Jaesa stuck out her bottom lip in an over exaggerated pout. The man across from her simply turned his attentions back to the Twi’lek in question. Jaesa huffed into her empty glass and poked at the fruit at the bottom with the end of her straw. That Twi’lek must have been important to him if he refused to talk about her. Well, she had been rather crass with her question. Maybe if she asked a different question he would open up a bit. Probably not. He held onto his secrets better than a Hutt hording credits. She quickly came to a decision. As elegantly as a mostly drunk woman can, she slid from the booth and walked over to where the Twi’lek was dancing in place.

Quinn watched with wide eyes as Jaesa began chatting animatedly with the dancer. He had had enough of a visit with his past today, he didn’t want another. He sighed when Jaesa grabbed the Twi’lek’s arm and pulled her toward the booth.

“Hey, Captaaaaain,” Jaesa sang excitedly. “Look who I broooought!”

“Hello, Teala,” Quinn said politely.

“Lah’vay,” Teala nodded.

“Who’s ‘Lah’vay’?” Jaesa asked as she retook her seat.

“It’s a bastardization of the last part of Malavai,” Quinn explained stiffly. “She didn’t speak a word of Basic when I met her.”

“Sit, sit, siiiiiiiit!” Jaesa squealed, gesturing furiously.

“Can’t, I’m on duty,” Teala said quietly. “It was good seeing you again.”

Teala walked away without another word. Quinn watched her go, his face a firm mask of indifference.

“So…” Jaesa said quietly. “What’s the story there?”

“Teala was my companion at my grandfather’s estate until I was sixteen, at which time I was accepted into the Watcher training program,” he explained stiffly. “I lost contact with her after that.”

“You sound fond of her.”

“You could say that,” he said quietly.

“I’m sleepy!” Jaesa whined.

Quinn shook his head with amusement. She was an annoying drunk. He stood and made her promise to stay put while he checked for an available room. She nodded furiously, her brown hair flying in all directions. As soon as his back was turned, she bolted from the table and headed to where Teala was now dancing. The green Twi’lek eyed her wearily, but did not stop her dancing.

“Heeeeey,” Jaesa said happily, “Quinn ran to get a room.”

“I’m sure the two of you are a lovely couple, but I don’t do couples,” she said angrily.

“We’re not a couple! Why does everyone think that? Is it because I’m adorable? Barnabus said I was adorable and that I have good child bearing hips!”

Teala paused her movements. “You’re not together?”

“Noooooope!” Jaesa said happily.

Teala opened her mouth to respond when she noticed a disgruntled Quinn approaching them. She smiled warmly in greeting.

“I told you to stay put, Miss Jaesa,” he said reproachfully.

“I was just talking to your friend!” Jaesa whined quietly.

“Precisely why I told you to stay put.”

“You’re no fuuuuun,” Jaesa pouted. “I – I think I need to sit down.”

“Go to the booth, I had the service droid bring a glass of fresh water for you,” he said stiffly.

Jaesa hunched her back and walked slowly back to the booth, pouting the entire way. Secure in the knowledge that Jaesa had no one else to bother, Quinn raised his hands to the slave collar on Teala’s neck. She flinched violently and opened her mouth to protest when she heard the locks hiss and felt them disengage.

“Malavai,” she said softly as he pulled his arm back.

He laughed quietly. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name.” He turned the slave collar over in his hands a few times before dropping the device to the floor and stomping on it. It hissed and crackled under his boot.

“I can’t repay this,” she said thickly, trying to swallow the knot in her throat.

He tilted his head in thought. Obviously she couldn’t pay for her freedom or she would have done so years ago.

“I need no repayment, if that is what you mean,” he said stiffly. “Gather your things and come to this room.” He handed her a small keycard. “I must escort Miss Jaesa to her room.”


***


Jaesa had been a bit difficult to round up. She had managed to convince the drink service droid that she was allowed one more alcoholic drink before bed and she gulped it down long before Quinn returned to escort her to her room for the evening. He wondered if that Jedi mind trick worked on droids because he had left specific instructions for the drink service droid not to give her anything more than water. She would pay for it in the morning; it pleased him greatly.

Teala was waiting for him in the room when he had finished tightly tucking Jaesa into bed. She was sitting on the couch, flipping the keycard in her hands nervously. She was still in her dancer’s outfit, Quinn noticed unhappily. Probably didn’t have any other clothes. Why would she?

“Hello, Teala,” he said quietly as he entered the room. She visibly started and jumped to her feet.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Thanks for – I mean you’re – just – thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said stiffly.

They stood in an awkward silence for a few long moments before Quinn cleared his throat and motioned for her to sit. She sat back down, her outfit tingling as she moved. Quinn removed his uniform jacket quickly, then his undershirt. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Nothing was ever free. She was quite surprised when Quinn’s undershirt landed on her lap.

“I apologize, it’s the only bit of clothing I can spare at the moment,” he said stiffly as he put his uniform coat back on.

Teala laughed and slipped the shirt over her head. He was still chivalrous in his own, rigid way. She flipped her lekku from under the shirt and patted the spot next to her. Quinn nodded and sat near her.

“Do you remember that time we got lost in the jungles near the estate?” she asked quietly.

He coughed nervously. “Quite.”

“You left for the Watcher tests after that,” she said sadly.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “It was rather bad timing.”

“I felt a little used after you left.”

“I know. I apologize,” he said stiffly.

“I know Imperial alien relationships are frowned upon. I understand now why you didn’t reply to any of my messages. When I was in the moment, though, it hurt.”

“Yes,” he muttered absently.

“Would you like to rekindle an old flame?” she asked hopefully.

He turned to face her with an unreadable expression. “That’s not why I freed you.”

“I know,” she said softly.

She twisted her body to straddle his lap. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. He felt as if he were sixteen again, huddling for warmth in one of the many natural caves on Dromund Kaas. They had been trying to refind the path when Teala fell down a small cliff and injured herself. Quinn pulled her into a nearby cave while they waited for help to arrive. Their huddle for warmth turned into something more rather quickly. Luckily for them, Barnabus was the one to find them. He tsked and lectured, but was otherwise accepting.

“Teala,” he said quietly. “I’m not sure that is wise given the circumstances. I don’t want to take advantage of the situation.”

“You’re not taking advantage of anything if I’m offering,” she said lowly.

“You are not in the right frame of mind. You have just been freed by a person you haven’t seen in –“

She interrupted his boring speech with a searing kiss. He always got chatty when he was nervous. He pulled away from her with a grunt.

“I cannot take advan-”

She interrupted him again and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He groaned and reluctantly pushed her shoulders.

“I will not-”

He never learned, but he finally stopped fighting.
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08.12.2012 , 12:03 PM | #40
Quinn woke Jaesa early the next morning and handed her a small case filled with a change of clothes and toiletries. He left her with instructions to meet him at the booth they shared last night and a small packet of liquid that contained a hangover cure. She nearly kissed him. She quickly cleaned herself up and changed into her nice, clean, vomit free outfit. He knew her well enough to know she would be much more comfortable in a set of plain brown robes. She found Quinn in the booth waiting patiently.

“Where’s Teala?” she asked as she sat down.

“I sent her on to Barnabus,” he explained.

“Breakfast?”

“I already ordered for you. It will be here shortly.”

They sat in silence while they waited for their food to arrive. When it arrived they ate quietly.

“I heard you last night,” Jaesa said quietly. “And again this morning.”

Quinn nearly dropped his fork. He cleared his throat nervously and set his fork on the table.

“I understand,” she said gently. “You hadn’t seen her in a while.”

“That’s no excuse,” he said stiffly. “I apologize.”

“Just – you didn’t take advantage of her, did you?”

“Never,” he said lowly.

He was clearly insulted by her insinuations. He went back to eating with an increased vigor, hurrying to finish his meal and get on with his day. He finished quickly and pushed his plate to the side. Jaesa was still slowly working on her meal, her stomach still a bit queasy from the previous evening's alcohol fueled silliness.

“My grandfather was often away,” Quinn said stiffly, focusing his eyes on the table. Jaesa continued to eat in silence. “I was bedridden most of my childhood from the experiments. It was lonely. I would often modify the servant droids to chase around the staff.”

Jaesa watched as a wistful smile briefly crossed his features before his ever present frown reappeared.

“My grandfather returned one evening with a Twi’lek girl around my age. Said he had rescued her from slavers as an aside to his mission. She didn’t speak a word of Basic so I taught her. She became my friend for a time.”

“Then something happened?” Jaesa asked quietly.

He briefly turned his eyes to hers. Something flashed in them before she could identify it and he turned his attention back to the surface of the table.

“When I was thirteen, I was healthy enough to get out of bed and travel the grounds,” he continued in monotone. “Teala followed me everywhere. She was a reminder of all the pain I had suffered. I sent her away from me. I didn’t see her for two years after that, though we still inhabited the same estate.”

Quinn raised his hands to the table and slipped off his gloves. Jaesa watched as he traced the stitching several times. Still awake.

“When I finally ran into her again, we had both changed. We became close again. When I was sixteen we were lost in the jungles surrounding the estate when things escalated,” he finished quietly.

Jaesa reached across the table and grabbed one of his ungloved hands. She pulled it to her palm up and traced the creases she found. She held his larger hand in her two smaller ones. His hands were soft, but he still had workman’s callouses.

“She was your first love?” she asked quietly, still tracing patterns on his palm.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sharing,” she smiled.

He turned his eyes to hers and graced her with a small smile as he cupped one of her hands in his.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?”

“For listening.”

She squeezed his hand gently and smiled.

“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.
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!!