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turnabout is fair play
Marev found her in ops, carefully marking out the locations of possible droid cysts on the big holomap.
“Finished debriefing?” he asked. They were getting a slow drip of CIS deserters in, now that the war was officially over. Most were uncomfortable around clone soldiers, and Marev’s rank made it worse. When Captain Dulkha did the interviews she got more and better information; after all, she’d been a Separatist herself. Once upon a time.
“Almost. Got one still in medical; I’ll finish up with them tomorrow.” This one had run with as many data-chips as they could find to so they could get an abscessed tooth removed. Droid armies were apparently short on dentists. “They claim to have a remote deactivation algorithm for the B1s.”
“That would be useful,” said Commander Marev. “You’re scratching it again.”
Dulkha looked at her right hand in disgust, which had started worrying at the blaster burn of its own volition.
“Time for another round,” she said, and fished the tube of locally made cream from her tunic pocket. None of the deserters had come in with any medical supplies yet, let alone bacta. The Republic ships had boosted from orbit soon after the capital-i Incident. Marev hadn’t been able to get a clear answer about resupply yet. The GAR appeared to still be in chaos.
“We’re not running that low, yet,” said Marev. It was healing cleanly, but he felt responsible for it all the same. She’d been shot by his own men.
“Good to set an example for when we are.” Dulkha had taken to wearing the occasional short sleeved shirt. Partly so people could see she wasn’t wearing a bacta patch. Partly because of the heat.
“Dulkha,” said Marev slowly. “You’re under no obligation to answer this.”
Her eyebrows did their best to disappear into her hairline. “Ominous.”
“Why’d you join the Seps?” he said, bullying his way through his discomfort.
“Oh. The short answer is that I’m from Naboo,” said Dulka, and sat down on an overstuffed chair.
“The Supreme Chancellor of the Republic is from Naboo,” Marev reminded her.
“You’re welcome to him,” she retorted. “I’ve got cousins in the diplomatic corps. Man’s been a gaping asshole for years. You want a longer version, then?”
“Please.” The clone commander did not look pleased. He was sitting up on a table, one leg swinging like a tooka’s tail. At least she was practised at telling the story by now.
“I was thirteen when Naboo was invaded. My family went into the internment camps, the Queen went to the Senate, did all the right things, nothing happened. People started dying in food riots, either trampled to death or shot by droids.“
She took a drink, and looked sideways at Marev. He was still listening, but he didn’t look any happier. “Nothing kept on happening. More people died. Naboo was freed, not because the Republic made the Trade Federation withdraw, not because humans were pushed hard enough that they had to make an alliance with the gungans - nothing like fighting and dying together to bring people together - but because a slave child tried to shelter in the cockpit of a starfighter, and went up with the rest of the task group.”
“That child was Anakin Skywalker!” Marev pointed out, briefly forgetting that Anakin Skywalker’s men had probably executed him for treason two weeks ago.
“Yes, because Jedi have appalling ideas about childcare,” Dulkha said. “So it came down to him, and the Queen’s capture of Nute Gunray. Much good that did us in the long run.”
“How so?”
“Once their forces were off-planet, she was persuaded to give him back to the Trade Federation. So much leverage, just gone, poof, right out the airlock. They’ve never paid reparations, you know. Eventually they lost the final appeal, but the Republic’s never made them cough up a decicred. Much good Palps did us.”
“But -”
“Oh yes, we’re free. Nearly bankrupt, but Naboo’s still free. Chommell Sector’s still free. As free as you can get under the Republic. Do you know how many other planets weren’t as lucky as us? How many sectors?”
“I - ” It was hardly the sort of thing that had been covered in his flash training.
“Shouldn’t have been luck, Marev. Should never have had to come down to luck. So I joined the Naboo Planetary Defence Force, in case we weren’t as lucky next time, but when war broke out - the whole system’s rotten, and I thought - fool that I was - it’d only take a little push to bring the whole thing tumbling over.”
“A little push,” Commander Marev repeated with intense disbelief.
“I said I was a fool. Didn’t occur to anyone the Republic had an army up their collective sleeves, either.”
He looked smug about that. Clones. They knew how good they were. Dulkha’s own tank crews had started developing clone-like habits. She tried not be obviously grateful for it.
“So, that’s the middling version. The complete version involves telling you how my family died, and I’d prefer to be drunk for that. Did that answer your question?”
“I’m not sure,” he said. “But thank you.” From the start, she’d never been what he had be trained to think of as an Seppie officer; she’d deserted, but it hadn’t been for cowardice. It’d been because she refused to make war on civilians. Marev had found life simpler before she’d turned up at the castle gates, white flags flying high and proud. He couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
“Can I ask you a question, Marev?” Dulkha said, swirling the last of the water in her cup.
“I suppose.”
“Why’d you think your Jedi was a traitor?”
MASTERLIST FOR 8/15: WRITING WEDNESDAY
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Mending // @wolveria
Cad Bane has the reputation of a criminal, a scoundrel, and the deadliest bounty hunter in the galaxy. This is true. But at least he’d never lied and deceived in order to gain someone’s trust. At least he never pretended to be anything other than what he was. Which is why he had to teach the great Obi-Wan Kenobi a lesson in humility.
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Black and White // @thebrokenscript
His life was never his. A life of struggle.
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A Forced Hand // @darth-occlus
A Jedi on the run. Little do they know, shadows follow close behind. One is sent in the guise of an ally.
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turnabout is fair play // @tiender
A Jedi on the run. Little do they know, shadows follow close behind. One is sent in the guise of an ally.
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