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Adwynyth
08.26.2013 , 01:20 PM | #161
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Aw, such a cute widdle itchy kitchy *tickles rancor under chin, draws back a bloody stump*

This is your fault, BBB.

(EDIT: Really? "coo*hie" is a forbidden word? Seriously, guys.)
Horrendously bad fan fiction: Sith in a Pretty Dress

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Syart
08.31.2013 , 02:12 AM | #162
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Ha ha ha that's brilliant I said it would be cute! *admires from safe distance and eyes Adwynyth* I didn't say it would act cute.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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Syart
08.31.2013 , 02:13 AM | #163
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Read all 16 pages of this last night, couldn't put it down. Absolutely love it!

MOAR MOAR MOAR!!!
Thanks, glad you like it There's plenty more but it's taking me a while to write it up, very busy in real life at the moment.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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Syart
08.31.2013 , 02:24 AM | #164
They were back at the apartment, and had finished going over the mission parameters for the third time to make sure they'd got everything clear. It looked likely to be quite challenging for the pair of them; a solo agent would have been very unlikely to pull it off.

"It certainly appears that she was plotting your untimely demise", observed Lokin, as he made some final notes about the Republic security protocols on his datapad. "You know, I have to wonder now about Twelve's death. It was convenient, in its timing."

The newly renamed Agent Liath looked away with a distant expression. "For all paranoia can be a useful outlook, I don't believe it was anything other than it appeared." He looked back at Lokin. "I wonder more about who's putting her up to it and what she'll do when she finds out about me co-opting you."

"Mmm ... the latter could be interesting. She might resurrect Keeper One's disciplinary action, I wondered whether that might come back to bite me one day."

Liath shook his head. "No, he thought of that long since. The records show your second probationary period was reviewed after two years as scheduled, and rescinded, but you were kept in the ISB because you were doing more useful work there. That's why there wasn't any problem reactivating you."

"You mean I've been worrying about probationary status all these years and I didn't need to?" asked Lokin with some indignation.

"Be honest, were you seriously worrying about it?"

"Actually no, it never crossed my mind", Lokin admitted. "Except for when I was feeling annoyed with Keeper One, and then it wasn't so much the status that bothered me."

Liath grinned. "I think he enjoys annoying and confusing people as much as the rest of us do."

"I believe it's part of an agent's job description. Or if not, it should be."

"I wouldn't disagree, but only up to a point. There comes a time when professionalism is required. I have no qualms on that point about you, by the way. Annoying as you can be at times, you're a consummate professional underneath."

Lokin rubbed his beard. "Does that work out to a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

Lokin rose from his seat and bowed with a flourish. "Then I shall accept it graciously, thank you."

Liath grinned as Lokin sat down again. "Then I thank you for your thanks. Seriously, I am very glad to have your support in this. I've had the feeling you wanted to get back into active service for a while. I hope you'll see it as a small repayment for all you've done for us - for the conspiracy, Keeper One, Twelve, particularly for Cirean."

Lokin gave him a slightly sharp look at the mention of Cirean's name, but let it pass. "I admit that I have missed it, despite my research opportunities. I found plenty to occupy myself, including the fun of hacking the ISB nets, but it was strange for a while, not living constantly on the edge. The sort of thing you don't notice until it's not there any more."

Liath nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. Going back to Minder after being an Agent was almost harder to cope with than being an Agent." He smiled wryly. "Different people cope in different ways. Long term stress can have strange effects."

"You sound as though you have personal experience."

"As a Minder, I've seen several Agents go through it, including one that I trained with. I'm sure you've seen some of the same. Alcoholism, self-harming, violence, drug addiction, sex addiction. I saw Twelve change. So did Cirean."

The invitation was open. Lokin took it. "Change in what way?"

"If I tell you, it has to be in strictest confidence. That includes everyone, it goes no further than the two of us. Even Cirean ... if she ever wants to talk about it, that's up to her, but you will not tell her that we've spoken about it."

"You have my word."

Liath nodded. "All right then. In public, on the job, he always maintained his humour, his professionalism. In private, he became ... abusive. Very hard to get along with. The Mandalorian incident brought it to a head, but it had started before that. Cirean hoped - and so did I and the rest of the family, for that matter - hoped that, once he'd retired from active service, he'd recover and get back to normal. Or as normal as we can ever be." A brief twisted smile. "But they'd already started to drift apart. A lot of her grief got mixed up with guilt, that she hadn't helped him enough. She still loved him, but she was finding it increasingly hard to like him."

Lokin was frowning deeply. "Abusive? In what way?"

"Oh, he never hurt her, not physically, if that's what you're asking. No, it was purely verbal abuse. Shouting, ranting, swearing, unreasonable accusations, quarrelling about the slightest thing. Letting out all his frustration and stress and anger on her, and his family."

Lokin was shaking his head, almost in disbelief. "I noticed nothing. Apart from that he'd acquired some new and interesting swear words in exotic languages, but ... I had no idea. I wish I'd known."

"What could you have done about it?"

"At the very least I could have offered them both more support. Or used my medical contacts to get Twelve some discreet and effective psychiatric help."

Liath shrugged. "Do you really think he would have accepted help? Or that it would have worked? The studies don't suggest much efficacy for interventions. And Cirean wanted to shield him from further stress, she didn't want anyone to know."

"And yet she talked to you about it." Not quite an accusation, but a hint of hostility.

"No, I talked to her. I told her how he'd been behaving with the family, and she told me then that he'd been the same with her." He hesitated for a moment. "Incidentally, she also told me that your rock-solid support over Twelve's death and since had been very important to her. That you would always be the first person she'd think of going to if she was in trouble."

"She thinks of me as her big brother." Lokin gave a rueful grimace.

"But you would like it to be more than that." A statement, not a question.

Lokin was silent.

"Eckard, it's important. We need to get this cleared between us. We're not going to be an effective team if we have built-up resentments and lack of trust hanging over us. I know you've had ... misgivings ... about my friendship with Cirean."

"She'll be home fairly shortly."

Liath glanced at the clock. "Good point, I'll divert her."

He made a quick holocall to a restaurant roughly midway between Intelligence HQ and Lokin's apartment which specialised in exotic fruits and was one of Cirean's favourites, then called her.

"Hey, thought the three of us should go out tonight, farewell feast and all that. I've got us a reservation for seven o'clock at A Force for Peach, that all right with you?"

"Oh, great idea, how did you know I was just dreaming about their jewel-fruit sorbet?! I wouldn't say no to a nice large prisht and liwi salad either. I'm starving, I missed lunch because one of my Agents needed his hand held." The holoimage rolled its eyes expressively. "I'll go straight from here, no point coming all the way home and then heading back this way again."

"See you later then." He waved at the holoimage which waved back, and then turned it off.

"Very smooth", said Lokin admiringly.

"And now we have an hour or so to talk this through."
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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Xakthul
09.02.2013 , 10:39 PM | #165
Quote: Originally Posted by Adwynyth View Post
Aw, such a cute widdle itchy kitchy *tickles rancor under chin, draws back a bloody stump*

This is your fault, BBB.

(EDIT: Really? "coo*hie" is a forbidden word? Seriously, guys.)
Darth Baras: What his REAL baby food was.....

Btw, Lokin DEFINES Magnificent Bastard....
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Syart
11.11.2013 , 01:23 PM | #166
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Darth Baras: What his REAL baby food was.....
Darth Baras ate baby rancors?
*thinks*
Actually, that sounds possible ....

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Btw, Lokin DEFINES Magnificent Bastard....
He comes pretty close, but he's trumped by Keeper One who is even more magnificent and bastardy (bastardish?), at least in my head

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I have so neglected this place recently, and I have a huge amount to catch up on and stories to read. Apologies to those of you hoping for more of this. Here's the first bit of more, but I'm finally getting away on holiday on Friday, so there may not be any more more for another couple of weeks. Real life has been insanely busy, not helped by breaking my foot at the beginning of September However, fortunately I'm mended and getting back on an even keel again I've missed this *hugs all stories passionately*
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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Syart
11.11.2013 , 01:30 PM | #167
"So." Lokin looked at Liath.

"I've started, so I'll have to finish." Liath gave him a half smile, half grimace. "You radiate jealousy whenever you and I and Cirean are together. She hasn't noticed, but I have."

"I must be slipping. I thought I had things well under wraps."

"I'm probably unduly sensitive. Believe me, I only want what's best for Cirean. If it's humanly possible, I'll do nothing to hurt her, ever. If she decides she wants you, then she's yours. I might not like it, but her happiness is more important to me."

"She won't." Lokin sighed. "I realised that a long time ago. I never resented her being with Twelve, but after he died ..." He shrugged.

"You thought you might have a chance, and then I came along."

"Something like that", Lokin admitted.

"She's told me many times about your kindness to her. How you took her in, looked after her while she sorted herself out, even had the apartment redecorated for her. You made this place a safe port for any storm, as far as she's concerned."

"It was only the guest room that was redecorated. And in any case, it needed it. You should have seen the cobwebs. I swear some of the spiders were close to evolving language skills."

"Funny, but don't change the subject." Liath looked down at the cat, which was butting its head against his legs and demanding attention. He picked it up and let it settle itself on his lap, using the time to choose his words. "I suppose you're going to be angry now for not seeing any of this and that we kept you in the dark?"

Lokin nodded. "With myself, certainly. As a medic I'm supposed to be able to spot these things, but I never was much good at the psychology and empathic skills."

"Don't be ashamed of yourself. He hid it very well, except from those he was closest to. If it's any consolation, even Keeper One didn't know. At least, I don't think so, but it's hard to tell with him sometimes."

Lokin grimaced. "And I thought we were close friends."

"You were, don't doubt that. Consider what he left you in his will. Those were things that he would never have passed on to anyone he didn't like, or trust, or rely on ... I'm sure the rages would eventually have come your way, if he'd lived longer and you'd met more often. They were becoming more frequent, and worse. We tried to get him to retire sooner, but there was always one more job, one more new Agent to be trained." Liath shrugged. "I don't think there was anything more you could have done than we already tried."

He looked down at the cat and stroked it a few times as it purred contentedly, apparently oblivious to the tension. "The point of all this is that, like I said, there was already a separation developing between Cirean and Twelve. She still loved him, and he loved her, but he couldn't help the rages and she couldn't handle them. Fortunately their last communication just before he died was good, with him having taken the decision to retire. They both hoped that things would settle down and they could work on being together again."

"Well, this does explain quite a lot. I suppose that, when she met you, you were a non-scary version of Twelve and she could talk to you about her guilt and grief, whereas she could not talk to me about that." Lokin rubbed at his beard, frowning thoughtfully. "I really need to work more on psychology. I doubt the empathy will ever occur, but observationally, at least, I may reach a point where I can draw a few conclusions." He smiled ruefully.

"Don't be hard on yourself. More to the point, do you understand now where I'm coming from, and can we work together without me worrying about arsenic in my coffee?"

Lokin raised his eyebrows. "That is not something you should have worried about in any case. I would never choose such a clumsy and obvious method of murder."

Liath grinned. "You know what I mean."

"Yes. And yes, there will be no arsenic in your coffee or other noxious substances in any foodstuff. Or, at least, if there are, not from me." He sighed and looked resigned. "I suppose I should thank you for explaining. And I will accept your relationship and not resent it, as long as you understand that if you ever harm Cirean, your death will come so swiftly you will not even be aware of it." It was plain that he was only half joking.

"Melodramatic." Liath chuckled but looked relieved. "I swear you'll never have cause, but I wouldn't have it any other way." He picked the cat up from his lap and dropped it gently to the floor again, ignoring its squeak of protest at the disturbance. Standing up, he offered his hand to Lokin, who also stood and shook it firmly. The two men nodded to each other.

"We're allied and agreed then, I'm glad of that", said Liath. "You're a good friend to both of us and I appreciate it. Let's go and find Cirean and get something to eat."
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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Xakthul
11.11.2013 , 09:42 PM | #168
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Darth Baras ate baby rancors?
*thinks*
Actually, that sounds possible ....
I could tell you he was eating planets and it would sound possible.

Nice on on the arsenic line "I would never use so clumsy a method"

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I feel your pain on the leg troubles, as I broke my wrist last week.

Feel better
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Syart
12.07.2013 , 05:44 AM | #169
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I could tell you he was eating planets and it would sound possible.
You're not wrong

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I feel your pain on the leg troubles, as I broke my wrist last week.

Feel better
Ack, really sorry to hear that. Hope it mends fast.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.

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12.07.2013 , 05:47 AM | #170
"Err... I'm sorry sir, you can't go in there. Possible security breach, the whole area's in lockdown."

Lokin, freshly shaved and with a number of cosmetic enhancements designed to make him look at least ten years younger than he was, and dressed in a junior Ensign's uniform, was standing on guard with two Imperial Marines outside the entrance to the main computer section on the Engineering deck of the Black Raptor, a newly re-commissioned warship orbiting Dromund Kaas. Inside, Liath was busily installing (hopefully) undetectable tracers in as many systems as possible. A chance remark overheard by Rubh'an at the Korriban Academy had suggested that the ship was going to be used by Darth Vengean directly, possibly as his own personal flagship, and a quick check by Keeper One and Cirean had revealed that all the Imperial Intelligence operatives assigned to it were bought and paid for by the Ministry of War.

The female officer, a large, handsome and imposing woman of around forty years old, glared at him. "I am Major-General Lett-Shara, in command of the military contingent on this ship. I go where I wish."

Lokin squared his shoulders resolutely. "If it was the Captain himself I couldn't let him in, sir. I have my orders."

"Assertive, hmm?" Major-General Lett-Shara looked him up and down.

In his role as junior Ensign, Lokin swallowed and tugged at his collar, looking nervous, embarrassed and resolutely defiant all at the same time. The embarrassment became more marked, as he realised that the appraisal was becoming frankly admiring.

"I like assertive young men, and ones who can follow orders." Major-General Lett-Shara continued her admiring look.

The two Marines stared straight ahead, expressions wooden, but Lokin was certain he could feel them laughing inside.

"I don't recognise you, Ensign. What's your name and when were you assigned to the Raptor?"

"Ensign Applecross, sir. Number 81-45782. Conscripted from Ziost. Came aboard this morning, reporting to Security Chief Culmor." He had managed to get himself to break out in a sweat now.

"Well, I like to get to know all the junior officers I serve with. Come along, I'm sure my Marines can keep guard on their own for a while."

Liath had said do whatever he needed to divert people, but this was unexpected as well as unwelcome. "Umm ... yes sir, but I was told to stay on guard here."

He cast an agonised look of appeal at the Marines, but both shook their heads. Trooper Clais, the older one of the two, said reassuringly, "Don't you worry sir, we'll keep the area secure for you." Bhan, the younger, nodded in agreement, his face rigidly controlled.

Renald, a young operative on training with himself and Liath, was laughing almost hysterically in Lokin's implanted earpiece. "Your face is a picture, Doc, I've downloaded a few holocam stills, just for the records, you understand."

As Lokin followed the Major-General down the passageway and into an empty conference room, he growled subvocally at Renald, who only laughed more, but considerately muted his feed after remarking that he wouldn't interrupt except for a really dire emergency.
Control, passion, diligence: these three principles shape your world.

Lord Scourge: To repeat a mistake and expect a beneficial outcome is a sign of insanity.