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11.28.2012 , 07:55 PM | #201
Quote: Originally Posted by iamthehoyden View Post
Tormen is such a walking dead man.
That he most definitely is. And so are many more people on Corellia. Let the body count get even larger...

And there's always youtube, Milani.
Though I know it's not the same...



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An hour later...



I'm disappointed.

Tormen isn't actually in the park. He's in an ordinary meeting room in an Imperial building.

He gives me the new target: Police Commissioner Johnah Carter, aka. last target before the Chancellor and Jedi Jun Seros. I can't wait. I want to kill that Jedi. To see him person and not just a miniature holo. And to then squeeze the life out of him as I choke his wrinkled, fleshy neck.

I pick up two other jobs in the area too. Hadn't taken any others. Didn't need them. But these promise to be quick and easy. Like taking a stroll through the park.


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Straight after...



Park has seen better days. At least I'm assuming some thirty odd years ago it had seen better days.

Layout seems similar to the one in my district on the other side of the planet. Mine had been a little larger as houses were more expensive and sparse. The park there had stretched like green tentacles of trees, grass and flowers down the neat streets until it merged with the plains outside the city where it skirted farmlands until the green turned to white as they reached the mountains that watched over our city. The sea and golden beaches laid to the other end of the city. Our city needed nothing to complete its beauty and I wondered from an early age what made my parents leave so frequently to go to the capital that seemed so far away.

But then war came as it does to everywhere. I saw it as an adventure at first, as all Corellian's see things and thought my family and I could beat the ever growing odds that we were going to die here. But they couldn't and the real adventure began. And I never thought about it like that again.

I remember my parents telling me the boy I had been suited to was dead a few weeks before they died. Wonder if they were alive, if their belief in Corellian tradition would still be true. And if it was, how they would feel about me marrying an outsider let alone a Mando'ad. But these are only fanciful thoughts that I don't care about the answers to. Memories are sparse and what I have is useless. No point in thinking of the life I might have led because it would have been a worthless life. I would have had no Torian.

The General took me to Coronet City. But my time was spent on the edges near a forest and never saw these parts of the city. Already see too many memories in these similar and unvisited streets. Wish I could stop them coming. Wish I could stop remembering my parents. But what I wish more is that I could stop remembering the General. He's dead but still torturing me.

There are escaped wildlife from what somehow passed as a zoo and it seems this park has become their new home. As we kill them and walk through the burning trees, we talk. Reminds me of the day on Belsavis when he asked me to dinner. Already seems like a decade ago.

'What do you think of the title 'Ravager'? I kind of like it,' I comment as we fight another seleen, glancing frequently at Torian's serious and thrilled face.

Torian shrugs a little as he ducks around the infected seleens jaws. 'Not bad. Sums everything up.'

I release a rocket and the seleen dies on impact. I stand and beam up at him as he steps closer, twisting something on his techstaff. 'My thoughts exactly,' I reply. He returns the smile. Yes. He is perfect.

'Tired of the title of Cadera already?' he casually comments, swinging his staff in one hand as we begin to walk through the park again. I laugh and jump in front of him, walking backward. He only looks to the left and avoids my eyes.

'Tired of having me as your wife already?' I return and he frowns a little. He looks into my eyes and takes a larger step to stand closer to me. I only walk back quicker and turn around, running away. He chases me and I let him catch me after a while.

He kisses me hard on the lips and wraps his arms around me tightly. 'Never, Cyare' he mumbles against my lips.

I kiss him back and wish I could tell him how happy those words make me. How happy he makes me. But here on this planet, I can't say it. I'm scared that when this planet hears it, it will take all my happiness away. And I don't think I could stand that again.


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Few hours later approaching dusk...



Wasn't hard to find the police commissioner in the large palace. When we do, he's all arrogance and bravado.

'Come to finish what they started?' He turns from the large statues he had been admiring that stand at the end of the long and vast hall. Rather theatrical place. Obviously specifically chosen for it's very effect and large moving space. Wouldn't be surprised if there's an ambush waiting on the balcony that looks down on this ceremony area.

'Go on. Kill me,' he goads when I don't speak. 'Citizens will be rioting in the street before nightfall.'

'I don't care. And I think your mistaken if you believe they do.' I shrug. 'Not here to kill you, either. If I was, you'd be dead. How did you come to be Comissioner when you seem to get so many things wrong?' I pause and pretend to think about it a bit. Then I snap my fingers and point at him. 'You bought the position, right?' I look at his insulted expression and shake my head. 'Or is it a case of friends in a high place?' The expression vanishes and I sneer at him.

'No, you don't want to kill me.'

'I know. I just told you that,' I reply impatiently.

'You just look like another greedy, amoral scum, here to sell me to the highest bidder. Imperials, I'd bet.' He continues as if I hadn't spoken and I think that's how he deals with everyone. The motion of stabbing his finger in my direction dislodges a clump of dark brown hair and he smoothly pushes it back into place. Having neat hair doesn't make him easier on the eyes or hide his age any better. Around forty I think but likes to think he looks younger and still has enough charm to obtain any woman he wants.

'Yep, that's basically everything on the list,' I reply as my assessment quickly runs through my mind, my ears still straining to hear any movements from above or around. 'Though you forgot charming, incredible, amazing, Grand Champion of the Great Hunt and, the most important, deadly.'

He laughs and boasts of the failed attempts on his life. I only slowly extend my knives as I listen to him and look into their reflection. He keeps talking and tells us how everyone has wanted to kill the most honest commissioner this part of Corellia had seen in years. Not a very high standard. That might just mean he doesn't hide what he does or covers it better than others.

I never went to the police when I was in my home city or here in Coronet City. They wouldn't do anything. After all, it was sometimes their men that rapped me. He is no different.

I can now hear the ambush land on the roof. Almost in the room as well. They fan out. They're going to throw down a grenade. I motion up to Torian and whisper 'jehavey'ir' and 'goore.' Ambush. Grenade. He moves back a little and to the side. The commissioner pretends to not realise and concludes his speech.

'You want to try your luck, baby doll?'

I flinch at the name I've always heard in between grunts and beatings. This man is just like them.

I don't think Carter notices my eye widen, my breathing quicken. But Torian does. His heart beats quicker but he doesn't move to me. He knows I am stronger than that. Carter just continues: 'be my guest. But I've got one thing to ask you first.'

'Don't. Call me. 'Doll'.' I don't scream it but I don't need to. Carter takes an instinctive step back and when he hears the order, he's a second too late to entirely clear the explosion.

I draw my gun and leap to the side as a grenade falls from above. I roll and crouch on the balls of my feet once the explosion ends. Torian is just as quick and ready on the other side of the room. Three are down before the Commissioner is even standing. The rest was easy. I stand over the Commissioners damaged body and beat it. I don't need a weapon for this. My fists are enough and I let this be a brutal, amateur thing.

Torian comes and lays a hand on my shoulder. It is firm. I lower my fists and nod. I breathe deep. I let the rage exit my body like carbon dioxide and pull out my holo with a steady hand. I call Tormen. He's already waiting for me. He has my reward.

I'm ready.

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11.28.2012 , 08:17 PM | #202
Them playing in the park - adorable!

'Don't. Call me. 'Doll'. - fabulous
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11.28.2012 , 10:46 PM | #203
You get him, Hunter! /cheer
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11.29.2012 , 07:22 PM | #204
A few hours later...


It's night already. We stay in an abandoned house. Reminds me of my old days. We set up traps around the entrances and roof top. Can never be too sure. I'll still sleep with one eye open. Don't have a choice.

This time tomorrow, we will be with Torian's friends. Sleeping before a battle. I brought enough serum for four days. I don't want to be out that long, though. I've taken some extra for tomorrows fight. Not sure if I'll need but I don't want to take the chance. Rather die earlier but still live to see the end of tomorrow.

We eat some rations. They're not great but still better then the droids cooking. We speak in Mando'ad about the days to come after tomorrow. We don't need to talk about tomorrow. We have a plan. We have a chance. And I feel we will have victory. It is not tomorrow we die. I have a feeling our end has already been written.

'By the way, I bought you something,' I comment as I'm brought back to now by Torian's constant gaze and small smile.

I turn from Torian's arms and pick up the package I received in the mail. It's large and I only carried it the last hour to this house. I move back from him so I can put it between us.

'Thought you might like it.' I turn and put on a large loose shirt that doubles as some sort of dress as he begins to open the crate. Feel a little giddy giving him this and it makes me feel a little vulnerable. The shirts not armour but I think it will do.

Inside the crate, is a beskar breast plate. It's dark blue and green. Had that done just for him. Just because we're going to be fighting for our lives, doesn't mean I can't enjoy the show. I watch the subtle shift of his features and feel warmed by what I see: the disbelief that widens his pupils makes me grin like a pitiable fool and the happy twitch of his lips makes my blood run quicker.

'How'd you get it?' He asks as he fingers run the edges of the armour.

I roll my eye juvenilely. But the motion brings back memories of a younger me and I try not scowl. 'No 'thank you, my magnificent Grand Champion'?' I ask with what I think is a convincing smile.

He leans over the crate and kisses me hard. It would have been an awkward thing to try if anyone else had done it but he moves with a balance and assurance that stops him from missing and falling.

'Suppose that's thanks enough. For now,' I reply with a grin after he moves back again. He smiles and tries it on with an intent frown. He tests his arm movement and twists his body around various angels. He nods his head on occasion and I can tell he's impressed with craftsmanship of it. I'm pleased because it cost me more than a fair bit.

'Still want to know how I got it or do you like it too much to care?' I ask with a smile. But my happiness is damped now by memories and I don't know how to dry my mind again.

'Depends what you had to do to get it,' he replies seriously as he sits back down. Such cautious worry I can't help but reply how I do.

'I slaughtered defencelessness innocents in honourless battles to reach it where I cheated at a grand duel and looted it from their corpse before it was cold,' I respond with convincing gravity.

Torian frowns at me and I laugh. I know I shouldn't tease him like that. It's just too tempting. And I like the way his disapproving grimace shifts his features. But I'm irrationally afraid he will leave somehow and I will have nothing but pain without even the condolence of the mocking thoughts of 'I told you so'. It's so strong it makes me doubt my faithful Mando. This planet is twisting things and whispering memories of the same look but a different man into my bleeding ears.

And I do this for Torian. So that he will later be able to think 'she told me so'.

'I'm joking, Torian. Only had to kill three people.' He looks at me searchingly and I can see doubt in his eyes. It hurts a lot and I laugh like I used to. Guess at the end I'm a broken gun that might shoot the one holding it as much as it might shoot its enemies.

'I didn't kill anyone to get it, cadur.' I reach out a hand to touch his scars and I look into his eyes with less amusement and more solemnity. I can't tell him how the look of suspicion and caution breaks my heart. Because somehow, my heart always heals enough to repeat this over and over again; the pain's an addiction I can't break because I'm scared the withdrawal and abstinence will end up hurting me so much more. This planet is f*ucking me up.

'I have my strings and ways, remember?' I continue as relief flows across his frown. 'You forget I'm Mandalore's adopted daughter and Grand Champion, with infinite charm and charisma. And ammunition. And lots of credits. Mainly the last.'

'Hope there's as many Jedi as you promised then,' he replies with a vicious smile, my teasing already forgotten and forgiven.

'I never promised a precise number but... I'm thinking... at least twenty. Enough for you?'

'Never. But plus five and I might be happier.'

'See what I can do then,' I respond with a grin. I move the crate away with my foot and move closer to him, my body acting on its own as my mind is lodged in the past with no way out. 'Can't have you being unhappy.'

We don't spend anymore of the night talking. I lie awake till morning and when the sun rises I find my self quietly whispering into Torian's ear. He smiles a little in his sleep and pulls me closer. I'll need to wake him soon but I can't at this moment. I just want to remember this. I just want to cling to this feeling. Because I feel the planet slowly taking it from me.

'I love you.'




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11.29.2012 , 08:27 PM | #205
Can one be sad and happy at the same time? It's mostly sad.. but.. still.. Torian counts for the happy.
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11.29.2012 , 08:40 PM | #206
Quote: Originally Posted by MilaniGrey View Post
Can one be sad and happy at the same time? It's mostly sad.. but.. still.. Torian counts for the happy.
I agree

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11.29.2012 , 09:38 PM | #207
Feels like the calm before the storm.
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12.01.2012 , 01:23 AM | #208
The next day....



I meet Tormen early morning. He requested I watch the surrender of the Republic to Imperial control, gesturing to the seat next to him with I smile I know too well. It has a grand view of the captives surrender down on a stage below. But this performance is only the opening to the play this war will be.

I have no interest in this victory or in being Tormen's new toy. I only demand the information regarding the location of Jun Seros. And with it, I will gain access to the location of the Chancellor. He begrudgingly gives me the information and I know I will not find leaving the next time we meet as easy as I have now.

I carve through the Jedi like a knife through butter, Torian at my side all the way. There was only nineteen Jedi. Torian glances at me and I know he's thinking the same thing. I make circular motion with my finger to indicate there's still time. He smiles a little and then keeps his eyes ahead. All of me is focusing on what is ahead.

When I find Jun Seros, he is with other Knights. He tells them to leave as we approach. 'Do your part to liberate Corellia. This is a private matter.'

'I'd take all the help you can get, Jedi.' I sneer at him. But he only ignores the jibe and keeps silence until they leave.

'You're persistent. Stubborn. I suppose that is why you excel at what you do. But the price is high. What won't a Mandalorian put aside for pride?' His voice is deep and calm, like all Jedi. It is young and at odds with his old and wrinkled body.

'It's called honour. What I do is who I am. And I would face death head on for those I care about.' I am ferocious. Everything has led to this moment and this moment will lead to one of my greatest: all that I am and all that I ever was is here and now, and they are bent on killing this Jedi and his precious Chancellor.

And I would die for Torian without a thought. Jedi know nothing of love. They are only righteous and cold tools used to ineffectively meet an idealistic and impossible state.

'But would you kneel?' he responds. His voice sounds like a challenge to who I am: it rings with a certainty that he knows me and what my greatest weakness is. But my greatest weakness isn't pride. Tormen knows it and I think that shows the difference between Jedi and Sith: Jedi look to traits as weaknesses where as Sith look to the people around you. And that is why Torian cannot be with me when I face Tormen - no matter how strong he is, he will cause my death.

'Always,' I reply with a certainty that doesn't faze him on the surface. I have cast aside the memory of my defiance of the Dread Masters. I will cast aside everything to hold to the belief I would do anything for Torian.

He continues as if I hadn't spoken. 'You chose to murder Kellian Jarro, just like you chose to kill all those that were sent to bring you to justice. You could have surrendered at any time. You chose to become a murderer and terrorist. I only turned that senseless destruction towards a righteous purpose.'

'I prefer Ravager. And your Republic is what made me what I am. I only chose to stop following orders.'

He doesn't like the attack. It wounds his own pride. But he repeats what he has been telling himself. Makes Jedi corruption easier for them: 'if using you to expose the Sith's true face has dirtied my hands, so be it.' The greater good. What a load of crap.

The battle is long. But Torian and I fight as one: truly and completely like we never had before. I see how much he has improved in the last months. He meets the Jedi blow for blow and then some. I am in awe. But I will never let him know that. There's only one thing he could have to make him my equal and possibly better. I wonder if he realises that.

Jun Seros lies dying at our feet after I shot through his defences and Torain took the opening to cut him down. Seros tries to take it in his stride like all Jedi. Thinks he has a victory and I think he means whatever his friends were in a such a hurry to leave for. But they don't matter to me. And I win in all ways.

'I wouldn't be so sure of that.' I squat down in front of him and smile like we're chums. 'See, your life is only the first thing I'm going to take from you and it hasn't even been the first. After this, I'm going to take your honour and name and destroy it. Then, using this,' I reach inside his robe and pull out when I need, 'I'm going to stop off at the Supreme Chancellor's. I decided I want his head. And you just delivered it right to me. Thank you so very, very much.'

He is shocked at being so completely outplayed and wants to rise and rant. But I tug him back down and smile at his withering form. Taking everything from him before he dies is enough. I don't need to do anymore.

I extend my blade and turn him onto his back, my boot to his chest. My grin widens and I have nothing left to say to him. So I slit his throat and walk away.




In an alternate universe...


Important Note:
Spoiler




I meet Tormen early morning. He requested I watch the surrender of the Republic to Imperial control, gesturing to the seat next to him with I smile I know too well. The balcony seat has a grand view of the captives surrender down on a stage below. But this performance is only the opening to the play this war will be: this planet is only one of the many stage sets.

I have no interest in this victory or in being Tormen's new toy. I only demand the information regarding the location of Jun Seros. And with it, I will gain access to the location of the Chancellor. He begrudgingly gives me the information and I know I will not find leaving him the next time we meet as easy as I have now.

I carve through the Jedi like a knife through butter, Torian at my side all the way. There was only nineteen Jedi. Torian glances at me and I know he's thinking the same thing. I make a circular motion with my finger to indicate there's still time. He smiles a little and then keeps his eyes ahead. All of me is focusing on what is ahead. For the first time since Mako gave me the news, I am focusing on it.

When I find Jun Seros, he is with other Knights. He tells them to leave as we approach. 'Do your part to liberate Corellia. This is a private matter.'

'I'd take all the help you can get, Jedi.' I sneer at him. But he only ignores the jibe and keeps silence until they leave. I see the same twisted devotion to the Jedi in him that his father had to the Republic.

So this is his first born? I inspect him now and I hate how quickly my blood pumps fear through me. My eyes takes in his tall and strong form, with strong muscles hidden under his robe. His skin which was most likely naturally pale, is now dark and prematurely wrinkled from the sun. But it doesn't hide his youth or make him much less handsome. He smoothly pushes back his hood as he continues to watch his companions leave. His black hair is tied back and I see he has the same coloured eyes as his mother. Only his hair resembles his fathers. The Jedi may have taken away his family name but he is still their child. And I'm positive he knows it.

'You're persistent. Stubborn. I suppose that is why you excel at what you do. But the price is high. What won't a Mandalorian put aside for pride?' His voice is deep and calm, like all Jedi. It is old and at odds with his young eyes and body.

'It's called honour. What I do is who I am. And I would face death head on for those I care about.' I am ferocious. Everything has led to this moment and this moment will lead to one of my greatest: all that I am and all that I ever was is here and now, and they are bent on killing this Jedi and his precious Chancellor.

And I would die for Torian without a thought. Jedi know nothing of love. They are only righteous and cold tools used to ineffectively meet an idealistic and impossible state.

'But would you kneel?' he responds. His voice sounds like a challenge to who I am: it rings with a certainty that he knows me and what my greatest weakness is. But my greatest weakness isn't pride. Tormen knows it and I think that shows the difference between Jedi and Sith: Jedi look to traits as weaknesses where as Sith look to the people around you. And that is why Torian cannot be with me when I face Tormen - no matter how strong he is, he will cause my death.

'Always,' I reply with a certainty that doesn't faze him on the surface. I have cast aside the memory of my defiance of the Dread Masters. I will cast aside everything to hold to the belief I would do anything for Torian.

He continues as if I hadn't spoken. 'You chose to murder Kellian Jarro, just like you chose to kill all those that were sent to bring you to justice. You could have surrendered at any time. You chose to become a murderer and terrorist. I only turned that senseless destruction towards a righteous purpose.'

'I prefer Ravager. And your Republic is what made me what I am. I only chose to stop following orders.' I force a righteous anger I don't feel when I say 'killing my associates and slinging mud is far from noble.' I spread my hands wide. 'All I see, is a lot more senseless destruction.'

He doesn't like the attack. It wounds his own pride. But he repeats what he has been telling himself. Makes Jedi corruption easier for them: 'if using you to expose the Sith's true face has dirtied my hands, so be it.' The greater good. What a load of crap.

'Really? Because I was led to believe that this was all very, very personal. How long have you been waiting for me to kill a figure large enough like Kellian Jaro? How long have you wanted to kill me? Since I killed your father? Or since he first ****ed me?' His eye twitches at the first and his fists clench at the second. I'm guessing the later is news to him. I wonder how much he knows briefly but I it's irrelevant.

I feel Torian stiffen near me and I regret my words. I never told Torian of what Mako found. But even without the information, I would know the General's first born on sight. Feel I should make a resolve to tell Torian everything after we kill Seros but I know I want be keeping that. I can't talk about the living. And I wouldn't know what to say. It isn't need to know.

Seros' eyes narrow at me and I smile with a raised eyebrow. 'That's not very Jedi like of you. Blood thicker than water?'

He scowls at me and I see a charade drop for a second and self control fall. But he quickly recovers and I see his lips moving to the words of the Jedi code. They won't save him. And I take my chance to attack.

The battle is long. But Torian and I fight as one: truly and completely like we never had before. I see how much he has improved in the last months. He meets the Jedi blow for blow and then some. I am in awe. But I will never let him know that. There's only one thing he could have to make him my equal and possibly better. I wonder if he realises that.

Jun Seros lies dying at our feet after I shot through his defences and Torain took the opening to cut him down. Seros tries to take it in his stride like all Jedi. Thinks he has a victory and I think he means whatever his friends were in a such a hurry to leave for. But they don't matter to me. And I win in all ways.

'I wouldn't be so sure of that.' I squat down in front of him and smile like we're chums. 'See, your life is only the first thing I'm going to take from you and it hasn't even been the first. After this, I'm going to take your honour and name and burn it for all to see the cold and disgusting core that's inside you. Then, using this,' I reach inside his robe and pull out when I need, 'I'm going to stop off at the Supreme Chancellor's. I decided I want his head. And you just delivered it right to me. Thank you so very, very much.'

He is shocked at being so completely outplayed and wants to rise and rant. But I tug him back down and smile at his withering form. Taking everything from him before he dies is enough. I don't need to do anymore. But I still feel like gloating. And I have a few unanswered questions.

'How did you know I killed him?' He doesn't answer at first and I grab his jaw in my free hand like I have so many times with some many others. 'A force bond?' He only stares at me with despair and his lips move to the speakings of the Jedi code. 'How many do you have a force bond with?'

His pupils dilate and I know there must be at least one more. By simple elimination, I know which one it is. I find that very, very interesting. 'Tell them I'm coming for them next.'

I extend my blade and turn him onto his back, my boot to his chest, his ribs cracking under its pressing weight. My grin widens and I have nothing left to say to him. So I slit his throat and smile at the thought that I only have three more to go.

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12.01.2012 , 02:13 AM | #209
Ooooooo. I love that AU Twist <3 <3 <3
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12.01.2012 , 10:23 AM | #210
I liked both versions. To be honest, canon aside, the AU works. That particular Jedi was more than slightly unbalanced when it came to coming after the bh - this gives some extra meaning to it.
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