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05.15.2013 , 09:02 PM | #31
OH SNAP! Quinn's in for it now! Give him hell!

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05.15.2013 , 09:08 PM | #32
Delicious Iriath rage. om nom nom.
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05.16.2013 , 01:25 AM | #33
Quote: Originally Posted by irishfino View Post
Oh, stars, yes.
[grabs popcorn]
*grabs some of it, hands back a beverage*
What, you too? *sigh* ....gimme some.
Horrendously bad fan fiction: Sith in a Pretty Dress

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05.16.2013 , 08:43 AM | #34
I'm glad to see you all are enjoying the buildup. Thanks for putting up with my very slow drawing out of this situation. I'll probably have the rest of this up later today, because screw once a day updates, exciting things are happening!

Iriath - Corellia (2/3)

When he reached Docking Bay 16, it occurred to Iriath that he had just done the very thing he probably should not have done: rushed into a situation without adequate preparation. Even the most novice officer or agent knew that was one of the easier ways to get yourself killed.

He had no idea what he would be up against, if Tessa's crew would be hostile, anything. But he was here, so he decided that he might as well keep going. He glanced over at SCORPIO, who padded silently beside him. If it came down to a fight, he knew from experience that the droid was considerably tougher than she looked.

Tessa's ship was a rather nice Fury-class interceptor. Those were all the rage among Sith these days, if the contents of other hangars he'd glanced into were any indication. It appeared to be unguarded, but he approached with caution.

"Scan the area," Iriath ordered SCORPIO quietly.

"Three life-forms aboard the ship," she replied. "Two concealed outside."

"Concealed where, exactly—"

Before he could finish the sentence, a young woman in Sith robes sprang out of the shadows under the ship's wings and landed directly in front of him, drawing a double-bladed lightsaber. A moment later, a large man in Imperial trooper armor walked out to stand near her, hefting an assault cannon.

And now the tricky part. Iriath lifted his hands into the air. "My intentions are peaceful."

The soldier snorted. "Sure they are. Who are you?"

"I'm Major James Iriath, formerly Imperial Intelligence operative Cipher Nine, now part of Lord Razer's infantry division," Iriath said quickly.

The young woman closed her eyes for a long moment. "He's not lying," she said distantly. "He's—" She opened her eyes and looked at Iriath with a small frown. "You're Tessa's father."

"That's correct," he answered. She let her crew call her Tessa?

The woman smiled faintly. "I'm Jaesa Willsaam. Tessa's apprentice."

Apprentice? Jaesa looked older than Tessa! Then again, who knew how those things worked...

"This burly fellow," Jaesa continued, gesturing to the soldier, "is Lieutenant Pierce, who can put his giant cannon away now because we're in no danger."

Pierce gave a dark grin and slung the weapon up onto his back. "Who's the shiny job?"

"SCORPIO," said SCORPIO, and left it at that.

Jaesa blinked. "So what brings you here? I don't suppose you've seen Tessa?"

Iriath nodded. "Tessa is on my ship. When she returns is entirely up to her. As for my purpose here, I am looking for someone."

Pierce narrowed his eyes. "A Captain Malavai Quinn, perhaps?"

Iriath nodded.

"Well, you've come to the right place," Pierce said. "The slimy bastard is locked up in the cargo hold, and we're under orders not to touch him. Damn shame."

Iriath met Pierce's gaze. "I'm under no such orders," he said softly. "And if he was spying for Baras, he might have useful information."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Jaesa asked, frowning.

Pierce started to smirk. "They say you Cipher agents are good at interrogatations."

"I know a few tricks," Iriath said pleasantly. "If you'll allow me aboard?"

Pierce's smirk widened. "By all means. Sir."

"I don't know about this," Jaesa said uneasily. "Tessa's orders—"

"Tessa is not thinking clearly right now," Iriath said. "She may be a Sith, but I'm still her father, and I am acting in her best interests. Wouldn't you agree, Lieutenant?"

"Definitely," Pierce said. "And I'm more than willing to assist."

Jaesa looked back and forth between the two men, and seemed to recognize that her objections were futile. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll be out here, watching the perimeter." She walked away quickly, putting her lightsaber back on her belt as she went.

Pierce shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about her..." He looked at Iriath. "This way, sir," he said, and headed for the ship.

A note on Iriath's non-Intelligence rank: To the best of my knowledge, agents who are not the Hand of Jadus become lieutenants. However, since Iriath was already a major before being transferred to Intelligence, he got to go right back to what he was since he already had a history in the military. Also because dammit, he will outrank Quinn if it kills me.
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05.16.2013 , 08:55 AM | #35
Jaesa could've beaten them up if she really wanted to.

Good girl stopped arguing.

You know, I consider myself rather... not evil, but different. This Quinn. He's a [slew of fiery invectives]
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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05.16.2013 , 10:01 AM | #36
*grabs more popcorn and a bean bag chair*

*gets comfy*

Let the Quinn-torture begin!
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05.16.2013 , 08:59 PM | #37
If even Sith!Quinn thinks this Quinn is evil... That's some serious evil. And now he gets his just desserts.

Iriath - Corellia (3/3)

Quinn sat straight-backed on a crate in the cargo bay and waited for death. He knew it would come for him eventually. He had failed, and so he would die. That was the way life worked in the Empire.

The door slid open, and Pierce ushered in a man dressed in a long, black armored jacket that had seen considerable wear and tear. A silver droid with feminine proportions lurked just outside in the hall.

The man moved forward, eyeing him warily.

"Hello, Quinn," Pierce said, dislike clearly evident in his voice. "This is Major Iriath. That surname ring any bells?"

Quinn was no fool. Of course he recognized the name. He recognized the face, too—he'd researched Tessa's background extensively in preparation for his mission. A dead Sith mother, and an Imperial soldier father who'd been transferred to Intelligence.

And now the latter was standing before him. According to the file, he was only four years Quinn's senior, though he looked older. His hair was completely gray, and he had a number of small scars on his face that hadn't been present in the image on record. There was also a subtle air of weariness to him that no image could properly convey. He had jade-green eyes that were exactly the same color as Tessa's, but there was a venom in those eyes that she could never have mustered.

He had no doubt that this man was here to kill him. Tessa must have told him everything.

"On your feet, Captain," Iriath ordered.

Quinn silently slid down from the crate and stood at attention. He was a few inches taller than the soldier-turned-agent.

"Do you know who I am?" Iriath asked.

"According to Imperial military records, you are Lord Vrintessia's father," Quinn replied, meeting his eyes calmly.

"That's right," Iriath said softly. "She told me everything, Quinn. She told me what you did to her."

"I have no regrets," Quinn said blithely. "I acted in the best interests of the Empire." There was no point in resisting. Better to get it over with.

"So this was all just a mission?"

"I should think that you of all people would understand that," Quinn murmured. "You are an Intelligence agent, after all."

"Yes," Iriath said quietly after a moment, startling him. "I do understand. That's the strangest part of all of this. That when it all comes down to it, you and I are not so different after all. We're patriots. Soldiers. We do what we're told and we don't question the morality of it, lest we go mad from the futility of it all.

"What's the difference between what you've done and what I've done? Not much, really, except that your actions have affected someone that I love very much. It's personal. We soldiers, we're not supposed to let things be personal. We're supposed to let the rules and regulations do the thinking for us.

"It's easier to divide the galaxy into black and white, us and them, and believe in the rightneousness of our cause even when we know in our hearts that we and the enemy are no different. Do you truly believe that this was the right thing to do, Quinn?"

He hesitated for a long moment before answering. "I followed my orders to the letter," he said slowly. "That, I believe, is right. I did not care for this assignment, but as you said, it's not my place to question."

"Perhaps you should have."

"And defy the will of a Sith? That would go against everything that our Empire stands for."

Iriath shrugged. "Defy one Sith and save another. Perhaps it would have been worth it."

"Your daughter is not much of a Sith," Quinn said flatly.

Iriath's face remained expressionless. "Not much of a Sith," he repeated. "And yet she killed Darth Vengean."

"With the help of one of Vengean's apprentices, another agent of Baras."

"The point stands."

Quinn shook his head. "She is not fit to be the Wrath."

"So you think the Emperor made a mistake."

"The Emperor," Quinn snapped, "is an absentee landlord. Better management is needed."

"And you believed that Darth Baras would provide this 'better management'?" Iriath asked, shaking his head.

"It was my duty to serve him."

Iriath smiled thinly. "And to think that if it weren't for me, Darth Jadus could be sitting on the Emperor's throne even as we speak. But that's another matter entirely. The question now is, what am I going to do with you?"

"I attempted to murder a Sith Lord," Quinn said tonelessly. "The punishment for that crime is execution."

"As far as the rest of the Empire is concerned, that Sith was a fugitive."

"I failed my master."

"So you did," Iriath mused. He regarded Quinn with a detached air. "The curious thing about justice is that it's very easy to talk about in the abstract, but when it becomes personal, well... It's an entirely different matter. We really aren't so different, you and I. Perhaps I'm fortunate that my wife was killed before I found myself receiving similar orders to the ones you acted upon. On a purely logical level, you are not responsible for this. You were given your orders and you had no choice but to carry them out. I cannot fault you for that.

"However," he continued, his eyes turning as cold as dead stars, "You hurt my daughter. The one person in the galaxy who could be considered my weakness. The problem with men like me, though, is that when those weak points are attacked, they don't falter. They strike back. They seek vengeance."

Iriath turned away and looked to Pierce and the strange silver droid who both stood in the doorway. "I'll take him out to the city," he said briskly. "Best to get this done in a secluded spot, where it won't seem strange to find an officer's body."

And then they dragged him away.


It was the first time that Iriath had made use of his interrogation training, but he remembered it all quite clearly. The results suggested that he'd done things correctly.

"Impressive," SCORPIO murmured as he strode towards the mouth of the alleyway, and the street beyond.

"What is?" Iriath inquired.

"Such endurance in one of your species. It's almost unprecedented."

Iriath glanced behind him at the crumpled form that lay in the shadows. It stirred very faintly. Still alive, for a few moments longer.

"We humans are a durable lot," he told SCORPIO. "You'd be surprised what we can put up with."

"I was," she admitted, sounding almost wry. "I have adjusted my algorithms accordingly."

"Good for you," Iriath said, stepping out onto the street and making his way back towards the spaceport.

Several Imperial soldiers gave him odd looks as he passed. Glancing down at himself, he saw that there was a great deal more blood on him than the alley's dim lightning had suggested. He should have worn his uniform; it would have been less suspicious. Too late now, however.

"You enjoyed that," SCORPIO commented a few moments later.

"Probably as much as you enjoy commenting on my brain activity," he retorted.

She did not respond for several more minutes, then spoke as if continuing her previous statement without regard for the passage of time. "Not as much as I thought you would."
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05.16.2013 , 09:04 PM | #38
Annnnd he's dead.
What, no details?
Think of the worst form of torture. Got it?
Now double it.
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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05.16.2013 , 09:13 PM | #39
Mmm yes. Quinn-deaths that don't punch me in the feels because I hate them. Mmmm.
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05.20.2013 , 02:00 PM | #40
On behalf of all of us Quinns, I must lodge an official protest.
Oh shut up.
I didn't say I enjoy filing the protest. Although I do. I love the Form 342/B. So symmetrical.
So you agreed with this Quinn? Liked him even?
Oh heavens no. He was horrible. I'm glad he's gone.
Then why are you filing a protest?
But...the Form 342/B. Look at it! The perfection!
*sigh* Wait, there's a form to protest the execution of a character in a work of fan fiction?
The Empire has a form for everything.
Horrendously bad fan fiction: Sith in a Pretty Dress