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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 3, 2007 16:25:21 GMT -4
Mira
Looking back, I wondered what had changed me. Of course the Jedi had made me a bit softer, but I've always loved kids. They were so cute when they were little. When the zits and hormones came, Mira didn't like them much anymore, but there was always something. When I was a kid, I had been eager to fight, eager to please my adoptive Mandalorian father. He had sighed and said, "It will be a sad day indeed when our children fight in our wars." By the end of the Mandalorian war, I had perfected the art of hunting down prey, of stepping over mines without setting off their alarm, and hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce on whoever dared have me hunt them. Once the Mando died, I had been on my own.
So I had taken up bounty hunting. There was one rule, and one rule only: no woman, no kids. I never killed on purpose. It was usually a third-degree murder, but for every life I took, I could just feel their life leaving. It was like a shift in the back of my mind.
"The day when our children fight our wars will be a sad day," I repeated, almost out of habit. "I don't want that to happen to Dev. I didn't want him to see what I had in that bag. My earliest memory was the bombs going off in the training grounds. I'm happy the Jedi don't do that here. I think, because I saw the destruction and pain it caused, I wanted to share in it. I could feel the enthusiasm radiating off of the men. I wanted to prove myself. So I set bombs and threw grenades at six years old. At seven I started hunting. At fourteen I finally killed a man. Then five. Then twelve. I don't Dev to grow up like that, and neither do Revan and Carth. I love my job, I really do, but if Dev knew that my entire life was making sure that my weapons were checked every five hours, and that I taught little boys and girls how to kill, because that's what it is, I have a feeling he'd start to like it, just like I did."
I stretched out to the Force and focused on the Kath Hound wound. Holding the skin closed, I took a staple with another hand and attached it to the skin. I didn't wince at the sound it made, but I was glad I gave Mical the painkiller before and not after. Calmly, she attached another staple.
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Post by butter on Jul 3, 2007 16:40:19 GMT -4
Mical
I didn't flinch--for there was no pain now, but I did wince a little at the sound of it. I sat there quite still, as she attached the first staple, and then a second staple to my skin.
"I understand," I told her softly. Though perhaps that was a half-lie. I mean... well, how could I understand what it must have been like, to have been raised by Mandalorians, to learn to kill, and even to... learn to like it?
Mira was tough, and I could imagine that she didn't have the easiest childhood. It helped to shape her up into the person she was today. But... if I tried to imagine Dev being raised like she was, it made me shudder inwardly.
"Or perhaps I don't understand entirely," I confessed, deciding I should be honest. "But I do understand that you wouldn't want Dev to grow up like that."
She finished with my shoulder, and I pulled my clothing back into place. Then I turned to face Mira again. "Mira, there's something I need to say, just to get it off my chest."
She looked at me, but before she could say anything, I continued. "I just wanted to get my... concerns, out in the open, before you leave with Revan and Atton. I am concerned that our relationship may not work."
I stopped. Why did it sometimes seem like things didn't come out of my mouth quite the way I wanted them too around Mira?
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 3, 2007 16:54:13 GMT -4
Mira
I frowned. "Yes, I know," I said bluntly. "I don't think so either. But not every relationship is meant to be smooth sailing, y'know?" I meant that if there were a lot of rocks in the road, and that we should make the best out of it.
Mical was a bit of a wimp, still. In her mind. It was her job to make him tougher, to shape him up.
"We have to make the best of it," she said. "Okay? And if it doesn't work out... let's remain friends, okay?"
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Post by butter on Jul 3, 2007 17:02:23 GMT -4
Mical
I nodded--it was the only response I could really give.
Part of me wished that everything could be worked out, one way or another, right here and now. Usually I was a very patient person--I needed to be in what I do at the enclave, as a member of the Jedi Order, and a leader. However... part of me didn't like not knowing how things would work out, in the end, between myself and Mira.
However, there wasn't much else that we could do. And she had a mission to go on.
"Alright," I finally said, smiling. I reached out and took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, knowing that we wouldn't be interrupted by kath hounds now, at least.
"I know you need to get going on your mission with the others," I said. "But when you return, perhaps we could talk about... everything." I trailed off, letting those words hang between us.
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 3, 2007 17:13:38 GMT -4
Mira nodded. "Everything," she agreed. Then, acting on impulse, Mira leaned foreword and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Then with a bit more vigor. Soon, she felt him return that kiss, and she wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, letting the Force flow between them, strengthening, and soon pounding with the bonds of love.
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Post by butter on Jul 3, 2007 17:23:45 GMT -4
Mical
I felt the Force flowing strongly between Mira and I, and it was like our love, and our very souls, became one. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her tightly against me, and I kissed her passionately. And I realized, she was really quite a kisser!
I'd exchanged a light kiss with a girl I'd had a crush on during my training under the old Jedi Order, so many years ago, but that was nothing compared to this.
Breath, I told myself. Remember to breath...
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 7, 2007 20:48:03 GMT -4
In the Onasi family, there was never such thing as 'too much sneaking.' Dev had learned everything he could by watching his Mamma at work. She hid the dirty cloths under his bed when she had important guests, she had taught Dev that when she said "Do you smell something?" that he was supposed to come out of the 'fresher and rub his belly, saying that he didn't feel good. That was only when the real stiff looking people were over. Dev had learned to fake sleep, and he was pretty good at it. He knew Mira was looking for an excuse to get him out of the room, so curiosity got the better of him.
Throwing off the bed covers, Dev got down and hobbled over the the door. He stopped for a moment, and slumped his shoulders and started to drag his feet lightly to give the illusion of just waking up. Mira's room was only two rooms away, so Dev drug himself all the way over, and decided to bob his head gently to give a better illusion. The door slid back to his touch, and before he even saw her and Mical, he said, "Mira, I can't get back to sleep. Momma and Carth are still outside talking and--"
He stopped and stared. Mira's eyes widened and she stared, too, quickly pulling away from Mical. Dev's mouth opened and closed. He had seen Momma give Carth some of those funny kisses before, but this seemed a bit different...
"Mira," he asked shrewdly, "Why were you sucking mouths with Master Mical? Is he choking?" He looked him over. He didn't appear to be choking. "Did you get the cookie out of his throat?"
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Post by butter on Jul 7, 2007 20:55:59 GMT -4
Mical
I coughed slightly, and placed a hand on my throat, almost as though I really had been choking. I sub-consciously wiped away some of Mira's lipstick from the side of my mouth, then I looked at Dev, and I said, "Yes, Mira got the cookie out of my throat." I cleared my throat in an exaggerated fashion, as if to clear it. "In fact, she saved my life."
I looked toward Mira, then nodded slightly, sending her a quick wink. "Next time I want to eat cookies, I'll make sure Mira is around."
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Post by Force_Flow on Jul 7, 2007 21:03:18 GMT -4
Mira sub-consciously scratched the back of her head and straightened out her cloths. But other than that, and the Force leaking from her next words, you couldn't tell she was shocked. "I think you should head back to bed, now, don't you think?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "How about we go to the kitchens and get you some hot milk?"
Dev shook his head, all traces of fatigue gone. "What happened?" he asked eagerly. "Was he almost dead?"
"Sure," Mira said, smiling cooly. "Now about the hot milk--"
"Where's the cookie at?" Dev asked. "Can I have another one?"
"No more, Dev," Mira said, making a swiping motion with her hand. "He's okay now, aren't you Mical? So now I think it's time to go to bed. I'm going to walk him back to his quarters in case he chokes on the cookies in his pocket, okay? Get back to bed."
"Fine," Dev grumped. Mira made a special effort to trace him through the Force, and once he lay down on his bed, she sent a strong sleeping suggestion through his mind. He was out like a light.
Mira started to laugh.
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Post by butter on Jul 7, 2007 21:08:50 GMT -4
Mical
I felt slightly embarrassed that Dev had wandered in and seen us kissing, however the embarrassment melted away quickly, and I joined Mira in laughter. "Hopefully he'll stay in bed this time," I said outloud, smiling at Mira again.
"Now," I said, "perhaps I should return to my quarters, although perhaps you could accompany me, in case I 'choke on another cookie'." I grinned, and mimicked going into a coughing spell.
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