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Fire and Glory
« on: October 16, 2011, 04:49:17 PM »
A/N: This is a collab! Ky'ram and I started this a while back, and now, here's the first chapter. Please enjoy.


The hologram on the ship’s control offered a fuzzy and blue image of an overweight Imperial Lord glaring at the only occupant in the room.  The female Kiffar shuffled slightly under his oppressive stare.

--“So you can do it?”--
“Yeah, I can, but I hear a catch in your voice.”
--“What’s so hard to believe about getting paid to bring me the heads of a Rebel cell?”--
Aaray Tracyn stared at him for a moment, then pulled her black hair out of her face, “Fine, I’ll take it.”
--“Good, very good,”-- the image disappeared and Aaray groaned.  Her hand flicked a moment to the yellow stripe on her face that flowed across her nose and continued down her face to about half way to her chin.  Any residual memories left on the paint were now long gone, but the habit from her youth stuck with her.

She set the ship on its course and picked up her helmet.  Something was up, and she was going to figure it out. She twirled the helmet for a moment and found a fleeting thought on it, one from her parents. She let the helmet fall to the floor and chose to ignore it.
* * * * *

Kom’rk nestled into the cockpit of the YT-1900, glancing back toward the entryway to find the T2-B medical droid-turned-copilot shuffling toward his station.
“Long time, no see, eh Dos?”
--”Affirmative, Master Kom’rk”--, the spindly droid uttered as he plugged himself into the old mainframe.
--”We are traveling to...where, Master Kom’rk?”--
”Don’t quite know, yet, Dos. Apparently I’m supposed to be out of system to take a comm on a potential bounty. That’s all I know.”
--”Any particular destination, or simply out of system?”--
“Just...anywhere.”
The distant tweedle echoing off the walls of the freighter sounded the awakening of the ship’s defense expert: R5-K5. The R5 droid bought by his grandmother and his grandfather was his strong companion, even for a twenty-three year old.
--”That pile of bolts is awake.”--
“Hey, now, Dos. He may be persistent, but he’s good with turrets...”
To add to the cacaphony of noise, the holoprojector in the lounge crackled to life.
“Dos, keep us going.”[color]
Kom’rk stepped out and into the lounge, confidently sitting on the couch as the portly Imperial officer cleared his throat.
--”Kom’rk Parjai’Kote. The Empire requests your assistance on a...slight...problem.”--
“Just tell me what I’m doing.”
--”A Rebel cell has been located on Naboo; I want you to root it out, and bring me the heads of the men responsible.”--
“You’re lying. There’s got to be more than you’re telling me.”
--”Oh yes. I almost forgot. The pay is stellar.”--
“Amount?”[color]
--”Five hundred thousand.”--
The man’s eyes widened, then narrowed.
“No catch?”
--”None. Only the heads of the leaders.”--
Brief apprehension gave way to exhilaration, then more apprehension as he mulled over the moral consequences.
“I’m not sure...the prospect of mass murder; even for a Mandalorian, doesn’t appeal.”
--”Shushai...amazing name, is it not?”--
“How would you know that word?”
--”Let’s just say a little...birdie told me.”--
The holocam shuffled to reveal a figure, in bright-colored armor, bound to a chair.
Shu’ika!”
The muffled voice returned a “Kom’ika?” before being silenced by a backhand from the officer.
“Leave her alone!”
--”Eliminate the Rebel cell, and we’ll talk about ransom.”--
“Fine.”
Kom’rk nudged the power button on the projector, and leaned back on the couch.
Shushai...why’d you wander from Mandalore?
He shuffled back into the cockpit, and waved to Dos to make the jump.
* * * * * *
“So that’s the catch, huh?”
--“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”-- The Imperial had decided to call back.
“You,” Aaray dropped each word separately,”did not tell me there was another person.”
--“I did not think it necessary.”-- Aaray had been in system for some time now and with each second had become more irritated.
“Are we supposed to work together?”
--“Yes, the two of you should be able to achieve this. I hear good things about him.”--
Him?
--“I was under the impression Mandalorian women didn’t fear their men.”-- The Kiffar glared at him until he ended the call.
* * * * * *

The conglomeration of stretched intergalactic space suddenly reformed into reality relative to the YT-1900.
“Hello! The Naboo system! Oh, wow, this is just...amazing! Wow. SO much better than Mandalore. I think I might live here! Heh...that was a joke...right there...no one? Okay.”
--”Master Kom’rk, I am seeing an unidentified starship in orbit. Neither Imperial nor Rebel. Shall I comm it?”--
“Hmm...no, hold off. It’s probably a spacer. I’m going to go get suited up, so send R5 to bug me if you need anything.”
Kom’rk left the cockpit again, this time headed for the ship’s living quarters, a small rectangle of a room.
* * * * * *

Kom’rk pulled the dark grey T-visor over his head, and, with a hiss, the suit of Mandalorian armor powered itself. The HUD lit with streams of code, yet soon cleared into a darker field of vision than normal. A beacon lit up in the right corner of visor, beckoning for a weapon. Several were outlined by the suit, one, a Verpine sniper rifle, two, a pair of WESTAR 34s inherited from his grandfather, three, a twin pair of leather-handled bes’kade inherited from his grandmother, and four, a set of three thermal detonators. Kom’rk equipped all of these, strapping the rifle to his back, the WESTARs to his thighs, the bes’kade in sheaths attached to his chest plates, and the detonators in pockets.

The door irised open, and K5-S5 tweedled inside, whistling merrily.
--“Dos wants me?”-- Kom’rk asked, his voice filtered through the helmet’s system.
A series of staccato beeps answered back, and Kom’rk sauntered into the cockpit.

--”Master Kom’rk, the freighter requests holocomm. Shall I?”--
--”Go ahead, Dos.”--
* * * * * *

The image tinted blue that appeared revealed a Kiffar, helmetless, decked in burgundy beskar’gam with green swirls. Her hair had fallen to cover half her face and she didn’t seem keen on moving it.
Su’cuy gar.” Somehow she sounded polite and unhappy at the same time. ”I’m Aaray Tracyn, we’re supposed to be working together, thanks to that scum bag.”
--”I doubt it.”--
”If you aren’t here to take a target, you don’t have to stay because of me.”
--”I was, I just think you want in on my bounty.”--
“Don’t make me laugh. I’m eliminating a Rebel cell on this planet. I have no problem working with you unless you’re going to act like some egotistical jerk..”
--”Okay, Tracyn--”--
“I have a first name, Parjai’Kote.”
--”Okay, Aaray, look. I’m not sure if we are working together, but if we are, then you would know how much we’re getting paid, and what our Imperial friend wants.”--
”Five hundred thousand, not sure if that’s per person or what, but it better be; and he wants the heads of the Rebel leaders. It could be fun...”
--”Fine. Meet me at the spaceport. I’ve got speederbikes.”--

* * * * * *

Aaray watched the projector shut down. This could go one of two ways, decently bad or never-live-it-down, children-live-disgrace, jokes-passed-down-for-centuries bad.
* * * * * *

Kom’rk waved Dos to pull the ship down, and attempted to patch through to the spaceport authority.
”Freighter Victory’s Revenge to Naboo Port Authority, requesting permission to land.”
--”Er...negative, freighter, the spaceport is closed.”--
”You’re kidding, right? Fine.”
--”Naboo, out.”--

Kom’rk slammed his armored fist on the console, and again waved to Dos.
”Land me near the Heads. I’ll comm Aaray.”

That was a lie, of course. If there was one thing he had learned from his grandfather and father, it was that you didn’t trust anyone unless you knew something of their background. He had doubts about the Kiffar.
Maybe, though...she was a fellow Mandalorian, and a female, so he decided to comm her anyway.
* * * * * *

“Can I help you?” The Kiffar tried to make her voice as sweet as she could and still have an icy undertone.
--”Port authority’s closed. Land at the Heads, about twenty-five klicks southwest.”--
“Got it. Sorry about that, patience doesn’t exactly run in the family. So what’s the plan?”
--”I guess when we meet up, we’ll grab the speeder bikes and get to the general area.”--
“I’m fine with that. Why the Heads though?”
--”I have a hunch.”--
“Oh good, so you’re a Jedi with a bad feeling now, eh?”
--”I call it situational meditation, but yes.”--
“Just what I always wanted, a mission to squash Rebels with a karkin’ Jedi.”
--”My mother’s a Jedi and my father’s a clone, what do you think I am?”--
“Poodoo, I never... Wow. There’s got to be a bounty on someone like you that could make a fortune.”
--”You willing to collect it?”--
“Nah, waste of time.”
--”Fine then. See you at the Heads, Tracyn.”--
* * * * * *

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« Last Edit: October 26, 2011, 08:28:48 PM by Shereshoy »
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2011, 04:51:44 PM »
I, for one, like it...but I'm biased.
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #2 on: October 16, 2011, 07:48:03 PM »
Well, well. Kom'rk sure does know what weapons put a bad punch in it's target. Nice one Shereshoy and Kyr'am!
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #3 on: October 16, 2011, 10:14:06 PM »
I would very much like to see another installment. Soonish.

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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #4 on: October 16, 2011, 10:32:47 PM »
We're working on it as feverishly as our schedules allow. And I'm working on a mock cover for it.

Stay tuned, my friends.
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #5 on: October 16, 2011, 10:50:59 PM »
Wingo!
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #6 on: October 20, 2011, 07:54:18 PM »
Chapter II should be up later today or tomorrow.
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« Reply #7 on: October 20, 2011, 08:58:31 PM »
CHAPTER II

Aaray shook her head softly. She really needed to get around him and find something she could read his thoughts from. She could just tell he was hiding something from her, and she wanted to know. She glanced at the chrono, on auto-pilot she would arrive in ten minutes. Her fingers hovered over the comm for a moment as she tossed back and forth the idea of calling, ‘Just say you have an Imperial job now, apologize, they’ll forgive you.’ An alarm beeped, too late now. She picked her helmet from the floor where she had dropped it and steeled herself to depart.
* * * * * *

Deep underground, guarded by a nek’s furball of trees, lay the fortress holding the Rebellion outpost. Inside scurried a copious amount of soldier, vanguard, and officer, all attempting to bore their way into another cavern for their base. The passageway to the base, a normal-looking elevator which occasionally dotted the landscape, offered no evidence to its true purpose. Thus, the Rebel infantry stationed there felt secure.
* * * * * *

The YT-1900 Victory’s Revenge II landed with a slight shudder, and, lowering the ramp, the grey-decked Mandalorian lowered the ramp. His bes’kade glistened in the afternoon sun, the scars in his armor scattered light across its jagged surface. He gazed into the sun, which was briefly eclipsed by the other Mandalorian’s ship.
Now or never, Kom’rk. Get through this, and you can get Shushai back. That’s what matters.
The ramp of the other ship descended, and the other Mandalorian stepped down, her armor’s deep burgundy and dull green she looked at home in the shadows.
“Nice to meet you in person Kom’rk Parjai’kote.” Her helmet muffled her voice.
“Likewise, Aaray. I imagined someone...taller.”
“Your mother didn’t raise you very well, did she?”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I was raised wrong. I’m a terrible child. My mother should have died. Yes. I surf the Holonet,” he commented, sarcastically.
“Hilarious. Your obvious ability to take life seriously really shows.”
Thank you! But, you know, I have these speederbikes, and I assume you don’t know where the outpost is...so we need to get going.”
“But you do know?”
“No.”
“So where are we going?”
“Good question. Our corpulent friend wasn’t exactly specific...I guess we could use my ship with the thermal scan...”
“Or head over to Theed. There has to be at least one corrupt, loose lipped informant there.”
“Fine. Your choice.”
“Theed.”
“Shall we?” Kom’rk asked, with a mock wave of his hand and a bow toward the ramp of his ship.
Aaray lowered her head suspiciously, “After you.”
“Ladies first...”
“You don’t have manners, remember?”
“Oh, right. I guess I’ll go first then.”
Aaray rolled her eyes inside her helmet, but walked up the ramp anyway.
“Fine. Prove me wrong. I see how you are.”
“The galaxy isn’t centered on you, you know.”
“Gah. I’ll fire up the ship.”
Aaray looked around, “Not bad. Better than mine, but then I don’t spend much time in it.”
“Where do you spend your time, then?”
“I have reason to believe that’s none of your business.”
“So it’s not the kitchen, then...”
“For your information, I have, until recently, spent most of my non-working time at home.”
“Whatever you say. Let’s go.”
“Fine, will anything blow up if I look around?”
“Nah. It shouldn’t.”
Kom’rk sat down in the pilot’s chair, spun around once, and then called for Dos.
“Dos? Come in here!”
“Dos?”
“You’ll see.”
The spindly droid waddled into the room, glanced quizzically at Aaray, then glanced at Kom’rk.
“She’s my...colleague for this bounty. Anyway, I need you to get R5 in here. We’re headed to Theed.”
--“Yes, Master Kom’rk.”--
Victory’s Revenge II lurched and slowly cruised off, bound for Theed.
* * * * * * * * *

Should I? No. Why not? You don’t know her well enough. So what? What would Shushai say? I don’t care. I’m going for it. Whatever...

R5-K5 tweedled, alerting Kom’rk from his meditation. He jumped, and sat up. He tapped a command out on the console, and Dos hobbled back into the cockpit.
--”Master?”--
“Tell Aaray we’re here.”
--”Absolutely, Master.”--
The droid toddled out; Kom’rk lowered the ship a klick from the capital city of Theed, and stepped into the living area.
“Anyone get dismantled? No, alright. Time to go. But first, I need to ask something.”
“What?” The chair Aaray had opted to sleep in turned to face him. Her long black hair was falling and her blue eyes still looked a little fogged from sleeping. The yellow tattoo across her not quite human face was the only feature that hadn’t been disrupted by her sleep.
Kom’rk, his helmet attached to his belt, glanced around the living area. His face reflected years of caring for his sister after his mother had died from substance abuse, leaving the three alone. Then, his father had died during a bounty, but not before transferring several hundred thousand credits into their hands. His hair a dark black; his eyes a deep brown; his face itself torn between nourished and malnourished. He placed his gray helmet on his head, and lowered the ramp.
Aaray was used to part of the look she saw in Kom’rk’s eyes, the same look most humans gave Kiffar; suspicion that the second they turned their back she would pry into every private thought. She imagined it was the same kind of look Jedi got. “If it makes you feel any better at all, I never took my gauntlets off.”
“I wonder, has anyone asked you to marry them?”
She reeled back, “Beg pardon?”
“Just asking.”
“You just ask questions like that a lot?”
“Oh yeah, in fact, people are divided on whether that’s one of my strengths or my weaknesses.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Well, we did just spend the night together I suppose...”
“Funny. So that’s a ‘No’?”
“Yes, it’s a no. You’re the first person to get near the subject. Outside my mother of course.”
“Shame. Such a wonderful person.”
She cocked an eyebrow and looked like she was about to speak.
As if on cue, R5 chimed in, alerting Kom’rk to the fact that the ramp was still lowered. A slight breeze blew through the open ramp, sending Aaray’s hair askew.
“Shall we? We’ve got a klick to travel.”
* * * * * * * * *
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #8 on: October 21, 2011, 09:55:14 PM »
Awesome!!! More please...
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« Reply #9 on: October 21, 2011, 10:47:43 PM »
A/N: This is a collab! Kyr'am and I started this a while back, and now, here's the first chapter. Please enjoy.

Ahem. Actually, I'm Kyr'am. And I think I would have remembered writing a fanfic with someone. Therefore, the gentleman you are seeking to name would be Ky'ram and NOT Kyr'am.

And I'll probably read this later. Probably... Maybe... I'll have to get rid of the ants that are crawling all over my desk and keyboard first. Bah!

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« Reply #10 on: October 22, 2011, 05:53:07 PM »
No more comments equals a Ky'ram sadface.
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« Reply #11 on: October 22, 2011, 08:24:47 PM »
I liked it!, Can't wait for more!

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« Reply #12 on: October 23, 2011, 12:56:17 PM »
“Where do you spend your time, then?”
“I have reason to believe that’s none of your business.”
“So it’s not the kitchen, then...”

 :D

I like. But it can be a bit confusing knowing whose perspective we're in at times. Maybe do a slight color change for one? Nothing blinding, but a light grey and a normal white to differentiate?

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« Reply #13 on: October 23, 2011, 03:09:26 PM »
I was thinking about that. Normally how I differentiate is by putting them in a scenario where one has a helmet on and one doesn't, so the one with the helmet on has the little dashes before the quote, like so: --"blah blah"--; but yeah, I'll talk to Sher about editing it...
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« Reply #14 on: October 23, 2011, 03:14:58 PM »
"I'll talk to Sher" Goody.
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« Reply #15 on: October 23, 2011, 04:20:35 PM »
Chapters have been edited according to Rune's suggestion.
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« Reply #16 on: October 24, 2011, 05:57:36 PM »
Ky tries too hard sometimes. But we intend to extend our contract.
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« Reply #17 on: October 29, 2011, 04:32:39 PM »
CHAPTER III

Kom’rk dismounted the speederbike after Aaray, and, after securing it, walked into the isolated cantina.
The organized chaos inside the doors was typical of any cantina: the bartender sternly analyzing any new arrivals, the regulars either smoking or up to their ears in alcohol; the one popular person mobbed by dozens of suck-ups--Kom’rk headed for him.
The sight of a Mandalorian in full armor halts any discussion; Kom’rk used this to his advantage.
”I’m looking for someone who knows anything about any anti-Imperial resistance.”
The peons glanced nervously at each other, their idol, and various spots on the wall, then followed suit when their leader burst out in laughter. The grip of one peon’s neck silenced everyone, and all eyes shifted to the Mandalorian once again when the peon was thrown into another booth.
“I’ll ask again. Is there anyone who knows about a resistance movement?”
The leader piped up, stabbing his cigar into the table, to the chagrin of the bartender. “Ye’h. I know som’on’. Hey boys, how ‘bout you all split? Leave me an’ th’ Mando alone.”
The ragtag audience shuffled out in various stages of denial, leaving the two to a private discussion--private being relative, due to Aaray’s link to Kom’rk’s helmet comms.
“You know who?”
“Ye’h. Tha’ person is me. I kno’ ekksactly w’ere the Rebels are. They’r’ in th’ forest, ‘bout sev’n klicks from th’ Heads.”
“How many are there?”
“Tha’ I dunno. I jus’ kno’ they’r’ in th’ forest. Also saw them Gungans luggin’ rock into th’re ‘bout three week’ ago.”
“Thanks for your help.” Kom’rk rolled his eyes underneath his helmet, turned, and glanced around for Aaray.
* * * * * * *
Aaray noticed the man walking out looked nervous, well more nervous than the rest of the patrons. His eyes held more than fear of getting beaten and left for dead in a dark alley, but of revealing something. She followed him out. He didn’t notice until the knife slipped around his throat. She moved fast, slamming him against the wall and pinning his hand to the wall, “Where is the Rebel base?”
His eyes got wide for a moment, then narrowed, “What makes you think I know?”
She got her helmet as close to his face as she could, “The way you smell.” She drove the knife into his arm. He screamed in pain, Aaray took the blade out, “I ask again, where is the base?” He looked up, “You won’t find it.”
“So you do know. Lovely, no doubt you’re thinking of it right now. So I suppose you could just tell me, or I’ll cut lower.”
“You have issues lady, you’re really sick.”
“Maybe, but hey, watch this.”
Kom’rk turned the corner. “He-hey! Castration! Can I help?”
She wheeled, “Where did you come from?”
“There’s a guy in there who said he knew where it was. This guy’s one of his peons.”
“He knows more than you think. Can you hold him a second?”
“I can hold him...”
“Then do it.” Aaray handed the man over and ripped her left gauntlet off, “Where his hand is pressed to the wall, can you peel it off? Of the wall, not his arm.” She shot a look at the man on her last sentence.
“Yeah,” Kom’rk said as he peeled the man’s arm from the wall. The Kiffar shoved her hand against the place where the man’s was and closed her eyes. “If you can do any super special Force thing to help me sort through this load of thoughts, it’d be great.”
“I can try.”
Kom’rk remembered back to a time when his grandmother showed him how to focus his thoughts to fix things, sometimes assimilate thoughts. He focused on the spot on the wall, letting the influx of atoms and brain synapses enter his mind. He channeled them into one flow, and focused on one glimpse into this man.
Aaray could feel the pain, the horror, the fear, and loyalty. She found the memories she was looking for, coordinates, codes, things you want to avoid talking about under pressure but can’t help thinking about. “I have it.”
The man piped up, “W-what are you doing?”
“What is it? And can we kill this son of a bantha?”
“I have everything this loser wanted to hide about that place, so go ahead.”
“Let’s go then...”
“C-can I g-go?”
Kom’rk pulled a bes’kade and jabbed it into the man’s chest, pulled it back, and sheathed it.
“Thanks for your help, mate.”
“So what did you get?”
“Everything. Turns out our friend here has actually been to the base.”
“You handled that better than most. It has a tendency to disturb most people.”
“You’re saying I’m not disturbed?”
“Are you? I might have to be disappointed.”
“Storytime?”
“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I get the feeling you’ll tell me anyway.”
“Well, you know my parents? Of course you don’t, but my parents died when I was fourteen.”
“This touching backstory’s purpose is?”
“I figured you’d want to know. So my dad died when I was fourteen when he tried to blow up the Aargau Bounty Hunter Union Headquarters. My mom drank herself to death in grief. So I grew up without a dad, really, and I had to fend for myself and my sibling.”
“I don’t think I’m in the ‘reveal everything’ mood, sorry.”
“I haven’t even told you everything. But I have a slight chance of being categorized as disturbed.”
Aaray laughed lightly, “I think I have been. My parents think so any way.”
“Hmm. Are they Empire or Rebel sympathizers?”
“Imperial, which is a good hunk of the reason, I’m not.”
“I just go for the highest bidder, per se.”
“I expect a little more sentiment than that from you.”
“My parents are dead, I raised myself and a sister. Do I need sentiment?”
Aaray shrugged, “ It helps. What now?”
“We get to the ship and you fly us to the base.”
“It’s your ship, why am I flying?”
“You know where the base is...”
“I can put them in a computer, but I don’t know how to fly your ship. How do you not know this?”
“Forget it.”
“Whatever, wait, do you hear crying?”
“No...wait. What? No. Yes. Maybe. Where?”
Aaray turned and rushed back around the corner. “Kom’rk, you’d better come here.”

She just stared for a moment, kneeling over the dead body was a little girl. She looked up through tears, “Who are you?” Aaray closed her eyes and took off her helmet, “Someone who wonders what a child is doing here. Where are your parents, cyar’ika?”
“Mommy’s shopping, and this is- is- DADDY!!” Aaray hesitated a long time, but eventually tentatively picked the girl up, she was probably about four or five, and hugged her.
“Wow. Well that’s not guilt-inducing at all...”
She turned around and shot Kom’rk a look that clearly meant ‘Shut up’.
“Fine.”
“Momma didn’t want our family to come here, she said it dangerous. Daddy wanted us all to be together and away from the Empire. He was really nice, why would anyone do this?” The girl was still sobbing when Aaray put her down and donned her helmet again. They switched to helmet comms. “How did I miss his thoughts about his family? It should have been right on top. I’ve got to be losing it.”
“Let’s liquidate her.”
“What?!?! Why?”
“She’s an asset. What do you do with assets? You either invest them or liquidate them.”
“She’s an upset little girl whose dad we just killed.”
“She’s a potential leak about our position.”
“She’s proof that something may be wrong with all this. We can’t massacre a whole city! Not to mention that either he has mental training that could be feeding us wrong info, or I’m losing my ability, and that’s not normal.”
“Are my Force abilities blocking anything?”
“I hope not, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. I’d hate to never see you again because of it.”
“I’d hate to not see you. Been a pleasure working with you so far.”
“Is there a chance it’s your mythical power stuff?”
“Maybe. Depends. Probably some emotional issues going on with me if there are any problems.”
“Emotional issues?”
“I’ll tell you later. Once we’re in the ship.”
The arrival of the little girl’s mother sped along the process, and the two Mandalorians slipped into the shadows.
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« Last Edit: October 29, 2011, 04:59:45 PM by Shereshoy »
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #18 on: October 29, 2011, 05:22:39 PM »
TL;DR
Drunks, backstory, and little girls!

Also, there is now a cover for this story:
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Re: Fire and Glory
« Reply #19 on: October 29, 2011, 06:07:06 PM »
Nice cover..
I'll get around to reading it.