|SWTOR fanfic - Galley Chatter
||[Mar. 9th, 2012|08:57 am]
No spoilers, I don't think.
“Well, it’s about damn time!” Vette was chuckling over something on a small holoscreen when Jaesa entered the galley. She heard steps coming into the room and shut it off quickly, then turned around. “Oh, Jaesa, I thought you were Adiira; they just got back.”
“She and Captain Quinn? Where did they get off to, anyway? I thought they had a mission to take care of while the ship was being fixed; that’s why Adiira gave us all leave, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so,” said Vette with a sly grin. “From the looks of them they went to Tatooine; she’s browner than usual and he’s sunburned.”
“Oh, that must have been good for her!” Jaesa said gladly. “I know she loves it there, for all that most Imperials hate it. We were talking about our Force ordeals, and she told me how much she loved the great desert.”
“It was definitely good for her, but it wasn’t because of any old desert.” Vette smirked again.
“Vette, stop teasing. Tell me what you’re so pleased about!” Jaesa went over to the counter, fixed two cups of coffee and brought one to Vette as a bribe.
“Ok, but you can’t tell anybody, because I bet this is supposed to be on the QT, right? See this?” Vette turned the datapad back on: it played a few seconds of landing bay holo, showing Lord Adiira and Captain Quinn returning to the ship. They were walking together; Adiira said something and smiled and Quinn threw back his head and laughed.
“Alright, there they are coming back, but I don’t see why that makes you so happy, Vette.”
Vette paused the holo snippet. “See, right there, they’re holding hands,” she pointed, “and Jaesa, when was the last time you saw Quinn laugh like that?”
“I can’t remember him ever laughing like that. He’s been really severe all the time I’ve been here. They both look much more relaxed, in fact.” The two girls studied the frozen hologram.
“Exactly!” Vette said with triumph. Jaesa sighed. “Vette, you’re going to have to lay this out for me. All I see is my master and her captain coming back from a mission. Looking like it went well.”
“He’s not my type, but I’d say it went really well,” said Vette with a leer. Jaesa brandished her mug threateningly and with a grin Vette relented.
“Ok, it’s like this. First thing is, they’re really simpatico. They think alike. When he came on the ship I could see there was something going on between ‘em. Every now and then sparks would fly, but they both ignored it, or pretended to. Well, right after she got out of the tank that all changed. One of ‘em must have said something about the sparks, out loud. Might’ve been her, might’ve been him. My money’s on her, though. Captain Deliberate isn’t the type to just blurt something out. He’s so uptight I bet she kissed him and he said something like ‘I gotta think about it.’ And she’s got that screwy honor thing, there’s no way she’d just push him over into bed.” Vette wrinkled her nose at the thought of such scruples.
“So ever since then, while he’s been figuring things out, they’ve been in a state. I think you didn’t see it ‘cause you didn’t know them before. She was so wound up I saw purple lightning fly a couple of times when she was practicing, and she was practicing all the time. And he went around avoiding her and muttering to himself and spent half his time looking up old military stuff. I found a crumpled-up list he’d thrown away, and it was all numbers and he’d written ‘does not apply’ ‘does not apply’ all the way down the list. And at the end it said ‘no regulations specific to this situation.’”
Jaesa frowned. “Vette, do you spy on the ship?”
“No!” Vette said indignantly. “I found that paper on the floor right over there!” she continued, pointing to the counter. “That’s fair game, it’s not like I took it from his room or something. I think he missed the trash can.”
“Besides,” she said grumpily, “I can’t. I set up a couple of bugs a long time ago, when we were just getting started, you know, just to make sure things would be ok? And one of them went on the fritz and when I went and checked, it was all burnt out and there was a teeny note on it and it said ‘Naughty twi’leks disappear.’ I think it was Agent Danal. I’ve never found a bug on the ship; I think he sweeps it for her. I took the rest of ‘em out that day and he must’ve figured I got the message.” Vette shivered, “I know Adiira likes him but he scares me worse than some of the Sith. Worse than a lot of the Sith.”
She shook her head hard and went on: “So, anyway, back to our story. Just lately, Quinny kinda relaxed, or stopped being wound so tight, or something. Not anything too obvious, except he wasn’t muttering anymore and he wasn’t ducking her. I don’t think he let her in on it right away though, because she was still up every night. You must’ve been gone on a mission; I don’t know what happened exactly but they both came to breakfast looking really relaxed one morning, she wasn’t crackling purple anymore and he even smiled once. And right after that, she finally put in for that engine overhaul, and cut us all loose for the week. So I think they finally got together, and went off for a little R and R together. About time!”
“I thought it was just how a Sith Lord was,” Jaesa said, wondering, “I thought I would have to force myself to have iron focus and practice all the time the way Adiira does.”
Vette laughed. “Nah, things should get a whole lot easier around here from now on. I’m betting they won’t say a word, so all we have to do is pretend not to notice so we don’t embarrass ‘em. Don’t want to get in the way of a good thing!” Jaesa and Vette smiled at each other and clinked their mugs together in perfect accord.