One more sandwhich joke, I dare you.
With a push of a button on the gauntlet, the ramp lowered, and the two stepped toward the YT-1900. Kom’rk waved his hand toward the ship and the pair entered. He gestured toward a seat for Aaray, and made his way to the pilot’s chair. He took his helmet off, tapped in several commands, and the ship rose and cruised slowly in a northern direction.
Aaray ripped off her helmet, “We really need to figure this out, because it’s kinda scaring me.”
“I know. Tell me where we’re going?”
“No. No, I won’t.”
“Women. They’re so fickle.”
“I happen to be against slaughtering innocents. I don’t know about you.”
“I am, but I have a legitimate reason to do it.”
“What reason legitimizes massacre?!”
“I told you I have a sister, right?”
“You mentioned it briefly.”
“She’s my younger sister, her name is Shushai, and she can’t understand that when I say ‘Stay on Mandalore’, it means ‘Stay on Mandalore’. She decided to come after me, and she got captured somehow by our portly benefactor. She’s being held on the Star Destroyer.”
“And I am sorry, that’s horrible, and I will help you, but it just doesn’t justify this. I’m so, so sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter. If you want to leave me to do it alone, then fine. See if I care.”
Aaray stood up, “You can’t just do that! You aren’t the only person in the universe, and you definitely aren’t the only one with problems! My parents practically disowned me a year ago! I haven’t been close enough to touch another person except for when I’m trying to intimidate them since! I can’t make myself get close to anyone! My family was the most important thing I had, now they don’t even care! How do you think that feels?”
Kom’rk shook his head; a thought hatched in his mind--he latched onto it. He grasped Aaray’s shoulders and pulled her in. Their lips met in sweet embrace, his thoughts racing furiously, faster than he could process them. His mind was telling him it was wrong, he didn’t even know her well; his body replied with a simple rebuttal: “Who cares? It feels good.”
Aaray froze, unable to think for a moment; she wasn’t really used to touching anymore, let alone this . She didn’t move for a long time, but eventually she could feel the warmth and pressure of his body leak into the corners of her mind, and she kissed back.
He didn’t know how long to hold the kiss, he assumed until she pulled back, but he didn’t know. He reveled in the fact that he had actually made the first move: years of bounties, years of attempts at his heart. He had rejected all of them...but now? Did he want to abandon this?
When they finally pulled apart his hands were wrapped in her hair, and hers were on his shoulders. It was the best she had felt in a very, very long time. She traced his cheekbone with two fingers and buried her face into his shoulder, “Maybe I gave up on people too soon.”
”Would you still help me, then?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“Really? I’m willing to take on the whole Empire, then. Wait. I know where our ‘friend’ is. I can track the comm message.”
“You always take on huge ships with no plan?”
“My name’s not Solo, is it? You ever seen that guy?”
“Never heard of him.”
“Some spacer with a lucky streak.”
Kom’rk moved toward the holoprojector, and plugged his gauntlet into the slot. He traced backward to the call he had made earlier, and ran it through his suit system. The numbers cycled through, trying to find the source. He would cross reference that with a list of Imperial Star Destroyers in this quadrant.
The gauntlet pinged: it had found a result.
This ship’s ID: 7435K8H315H1BB3N-Q5614613
Now to match that up with the database--he tapped in several commands. He leaned back, waiting. Several seconds later, it pinged again: ISD Undaunted. It was in the quadrant. Perfect.
He turned, “You have a plan, Aaray?”
“Not yet, but give me a second.”
“One. Okay, plan!”
She glared for a minute, “I’m at a bit of a disadvantage, I have no information with which to make a plan.”
“Well, let’s see. If I know anything about our friend, he probably has Shushai holed up in a cell. The detention blocks are at the lower parts of the ship, where the maintenance shafts are.”
“And they probably are planned for a one-pronged attack, so if we went in different ways...”
“Good idea. I’ll upload a schematic to your HUD, as well as mine.”
“So, tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah. There’s a bedroom I don’t use on the other side of the hall, if you want it.”
“Has to be better than a chair, thanks.”
“No problem. Least I could do.”
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A/N:Oh, this is the interesting chapter. Goody. You have any idea how hard it was for two people who have never been in a romantic relationship to write a kiss scene? Ky'ram has proven multiple stereotypes to me.