A Good Someone

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“You’re not seriously thinking… because he quoted poetry?”

The pain in Corso’s voice cut Raii’sa like a knife. Her plan started to crumble around her. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Prove to both Corso and herself that she wasn’t good enough for him, that she would just break his heart. Push him away now, controlled, intentional, limit the damage she would do to him later. She wasn’t prepared for the agony this would be, however.

“I could do that.” Heart breaking, ashamed, he looked at the ground near her feet, “I’d just have to… read… some…” With a slow sigh, he turned and walked away, head hanging.

She never imagined she would make Corso think he wasn’t good enough. She studied his retreating back a brief moment before turning her attention back to Lokir.

“Ah, of course. This is your husband. Who else would venture into such dangers?” Lokir nodded in understanding.

“I… Lokir, he’s right.” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, everything was a mess, and it was her fault. “You… we both have people to go home to. I’m sorry.”

“Love is the bolt fired in darkness, which knows not what it slays.” He took a half step towards her, then backed away. “I would lose my family to keep you. I pray that the mystics might heal my heart.”

Scratch seemed wary, “You’ve got a way with men, my friend. Remind me to keep this platonic.”

Without a word, she dipped her head in goodbye to both men, before turning to follow Corso. He had stopped just past a bend in the cave wall. He stood staring blankly ahead. “C’mon, Corso.” He followed in silence. Guilt ate at her. How had her life turned upside down like this? One too sweet farm boy falls in love with her and suddenly she can’t think straight. “We need to talk when we get back to the ship.”

“Anything you want, Captain.”

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Raii’sa watched the last of the gormak flee before turning to Corso with a grin. This should make Lokir happy. Her smiled died when she caught sight of Corso slumped on the ground, blood soaking into his jacket. “No!” She bolted to him. Falling to her knees next to him she pressed a hand to the wound in his shoulder. The metallic scent of blood mixed with scorched cloth assaulted her. She shook, tamping down panic, as she looked him over. “I’m so sorry, Corso.” She rummaged around in the pouch where she knew he carried his kolto.

“I’ll be alright, Captain.” His voice was strained as he tried to push himself up. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Corso, you idiot. Why didn’t you say you were hit?” she found what she was looking for, pulling some out before digging through her own bag to find something to pack it with.

“Didn’t want to interrupt. You had those gormak runnin’ scared.” He tried to laugh but it ended on a groan. “Maybe I’m hurt worse than I thought.”

She removed her hand, slathering a rag in kolto. He took it from her still shaking hands, slipping it under his jacket to press against the wound better. “We’ve gotta get you back to Voss-Ka. C’mon.” She slid an arm under his free one and helped him to his feet. He stumbled. She gripped him tighter, fear giving her strength.

“Let go, Raii. I’m too heavy, if I go down there’s no way you can keep me up, I’ll just take you down with me.”

He tried to pull away, which earned him a soft smack to his uninjured shoulder. “I’m not letting go. I won’t let you fall.”

He sighed as they began the long slow trek back to their speeder. Stubborn little thing.

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Raii’sa watched the last of the gormak flee before turning to Corso with a grin. This should make Lokir happy. Her smiled died when she caught sight of Corso slumped on the ground, blood soaking into his jacket. “No!” She bolted to him. Falling to her knees next to him she pressed a hand to the wound in his shoulder. The metallic scent of blood mixed with scorched cloth assaulted her. She shook, tamping down panic, as she looked him over. “I’m so sorry, Corso.” She rummaged around in the pouch where she knew he carried his kolto.

“I’ll be alright, Captain.” His voice was strained as he tried to push himself up. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Corso, you idiot. Why didn’t you say you were hit?” she found what she was looking for, pulling some out before digging through her own bag to find something to pack it with.

“Didn’t want to interrupt. You had those gormak runnin’ scared.” He tried to laugh but it ended on a groan. “Maybe I’m hurt worse than I thought.”

She removed her hand, slathering a rag in kolto. He took it from her still shaking hands, slipping it under his jacket to press against the wound better. “We’ve gotta get you back to Voss-Ka. C’mon.” She slid an arm under his free one and helped him to his feet. He stumbled. She gripped him tighter, fear giving her strength.

“Let go, Raii. I’m too heavy, if I go down there’s no way you can keep me up, I’ll just take you down with me.”

He tried to pull away, which earned him a soft smack to his uninjured shoulder. “I’m not letting go. I won’t let you fall.”

He sighed as they began the long slow trek back to their speeder. Stubborn little thing.

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Raii’sa watched the last of the gormak flee before turning to Corso with a grin. This should make Lokir happy. Her smiled died when she caught sight of Corso slumped on the ground, blood soaking into his jacket. “No!” She bolted to him. Falling to her knees next to him she pressed a hand to the wound in his shoulder. The metallic scent of blood mixed with scorched cloth assaulted her. She shook, tamping down panic, as she looked him over. “I’m so sorry, Corso.” She rummaged around in the pouch where she knew he carried his kolto.

“I’ll be alright, Captain.” His voice was strained as he tried to push himself up. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Corso, you idiot. Why didn’t you say you were hit?” she found what she was looking for, pulling some out before digging through her own bag to find something to pack it with.

“Didn’t want to interrupt. You had those gormak runnin’ scared.” He tried to laugh but it ended on a groan. “Maybe I’m hurt worse than I thought.”

She removed her hand, slathering a rag in kolto. He took it from her still shaking hands, slipping it under his jacket to press against the wound better. “We’ve gotta get you back to Voss-Ka. C’mon.” She slid an arm under his free one and helped him to his feet. He stumbled. She gripped him tighter, fear giving her strength.

“Let go, Raii. I’m too heavy, if I go down there’s no way you can keep me up, I’ll just take you down with me.”

He tried to pull away, which earned him a soft smack to his uninjured shoulder. “I’m not letting go. I won’t let you fall.”

He sighed as they began the long slow trek back to their speeder. Stubborn little thing.

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They lay together a while later, listening to the sounds of camp finally settling down. The party still went on, but the sounds dulled as Mandos wandered off to their bunks, or just passed out from drink. Shy curled into Torian’s side, tracing scars she didn’t remember.

“You said you would explain this,” he touched the scar on her back, “and it’s match, when we weren’t busy.” He smiled at the thought of how she had looked riding him, he hadn’t wanted to stop her, but the scars were large, worrying.

Shy propped herself on an elbow, looking down at him. “I fought Arcann, we were on Asylum, I’ll tell you everything about that when we are home on Odessen. The scars… I lost focus…” She didn’t want to have to explain Valkorion right now. “The scars are from his lightsaber.”

Torian sat up, “How… you could have died… should have died from that kind of wound?” Confusion marred his features. His mind whirled through all the possible ways he could have lost her before ever even knowing she was still alive.

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Torian had seen the shuttle come in from his position at the edge of camp. He finished cleaning his rifle and made his way back to his tent, only entering long enough to grab his helmet before skirting the edge of camp back to the command tent. The energy of the camp had shifted. The battle was upon them, and the warriors were chaffing at the bit, eager to get to it.

His meeting with Mandalore earlier had gone well. He had asked permission to join the Alliance commander, sight unseen. If he was going to find Shy, or what at least what had happened to her, his best bet would be on the front lines. Shae had agreed to think it over, she wasn’t about to send one of her advisors off with someone unworthy of a Mando’s loyalty.

He set his helmet on a crate outside the command tent rather than strap it to his belt. The feel of it thumping against his thigh as he walked drove him crazy. Best to meet the Alliance commander without added distraction. He stepped inside, his gaze drawn to the figure standing opposite Mandalore. Catching Shae’s eye, he nodded absently, moving up behind the stranger, studying her. Her shoulders were squared, her stance relaxed, but there was an obvious readiness to it. Torian couldn’t help but stare as he approached. Red hair.

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Since this got so long I’m breaking it up into parts. (also read more lol)

Part 1, 2, 3

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Torian pulled on his gloves and reached for his helmet, stopping short, deciding to leave it. He picked up Shy’s locket and slipped it over his head instead. His only plans for the morning were some target practice, and the usual meetings with Mandalore. He was safe enough in camp. Shae had informed them at some point today the Outlander would arrive, then everything would be in place. The droid factories here on Darvannis were a target for the alliance commander, and Mandalore had agreed to assist.

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder he ducked out of the tent, heading for the makeshift range. He recited his remembrance as he walked, as had become his habit. It was almost relaxing for him. Just a little practice to make sure his weapon was sighted in, then he would head to the command tent for final plans while they waited on the Outlander.

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Part 1, 2, 3

They lay together a while later, listening to the sounds of camp finally settling down. The party still went on, but the sounds dulled as Mandos wandered off to their bunks, or just passed out from drink. Shy curled into Torian’s side, tracing scars she didn’t remember.

“You said you would explain this,” he touched the scar on her back, “and it’s match, when we weren’t busy.” He smiled at the thought of how she had looked riding him, he hadn’t wanted to stop her, but the scars were large, worrying.

Shy propped herself on an elbow, looking down at him. “I fought Arcann, we were on Asylum, I’ll tell you everything about that when we are home on Odessen. The scars… I lost focus…” She didn’t want to have to explain Valkorion right now. “The scars are from his lightsaber.”

Torian sat up, “How… you could have died… should have died from that kind of wound?” Confusion marred his features. His mind whirled through all the possible ways he could have lost her before ever even knowing she was still alive.

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This part also ate a prompt I wrote XD

Part 1, 2, 3

Torian had seen the shuttle come in from his position at the edge of camp. He finished cleaning his rifle and made his way back to his tent, only entering long enough to grab his helmet before skirting the edge of camp back to the command tent. The energy of the camp had shifted. The battle was upon them, and the warriors were chaffing at the bit, eager to get to it.

His meeting with Mandalore earlier had gone well. He had asked permission to join the Alliance commander, sight unseen. If he was going to find Shy, or what at least what had happened to her, his best bet would be on the front lines. Shae had agreed to think it over, she wasn’t about to send one of her advisors off with someone unworthy of a Mando’s loyalty.

He set his helmet on a crate outside the command tent rather than strap it to his belt. The feel of it thumping against his thigh as he walked drove him crazy. Best to meet the Alliance commander without added distraction. He stepped inside, his gaze drawn to the figure standing opposite Mandalore. Catching Shae’s eye, he nodded absently, moving up behind the stranger, studying her. Her shoulders were squared, her stance relaxed, but there was an obvious readiness to it. Torian couldn’t help but stare as he approached. Red hair.

Keep reading

Since this got so long I’m breaking it up into parts. (also read more lol)

Part 1, 2, 3

( @tracinyad )

Torian pulled on his gloves and reached for his helmet, stopping short, deciding to leave it. He picked up Shy’s locket and slipped it over his head instead. His only plans for the morning were some target practice, and the usual meetings with Mandalore. He was safe enough in camp. Shae had informed them at some point today the Outlander would arrive, then everything would be in place. The droid factories here on Darvannis were a target for the alliance commander, and Mandalore had agreed to assist.

Slinging his rifle over his shoulder he ducked out of the tent, heading for the makeshift range. He recited his remembrance as he walked, as had become his habit. It was almost relaxing for him. Just a little practice to make sure his weapon was sighted in, then he would head to the command tent for final plans while they waited on the Outlander.

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