Fictober18 - Day 2
Prompt: “People like you have no imagination.” Word Count: 534 Characters: Pierce/Chexi A/N: One of my cross-faction couples, Major Pierce/F! Republic Trooper
“We are doing this my way, or I’ll leave your ass here, Major.” For some, messed up reason, Pierce loved it when Chexi spat his rank at him. Probably because it reminded him of the way she used it while they were doing other things. When the stuffy, Havoc commander let her hair down and stopped worrying about her image.
Flashing white teeth, Pierce offered his best shit-eating grin. “My apologies, Colonel.”
Chexi rolled her one, good eye and returned to the holo map. The rest of her squad gathered around, kids, all of them. The oldest was at least twenty years Pierce's junior on a good day. At least Chexi was a senior officer, though Pierce hadn’t gotten around to asking for exact numbers. It was better that way; better for his pride.
“If there aren’t any further interruptions,” Chexi continued, her singular gaze rolling towards Pierce. “I think we have a working plan for taking down the Star Fortress over Nar Shaddaa.”
Pierce lifted one finger in a sarcastic wave. Every eye turned towards him, all peering out of Republic faces who would rather spit on him than have him at their backs. Pierce was pretty sure that Chexi’s squad suspected that they were sleeping together no matter how discreet she tried to be in public. Not that he cared, but Chexi was good at keeping up an appearance of disdain, while he enjoyed annoying the hell out of her.
“What is it, Pierce.” He grinned at the venom in Chexi’s voice. They had a deal. For every insult given in the line of duty, a favor was earned in the bedroom. Pierce looked to rack up a long night of fun before this mission was over, and Chexi knew it.
“This plan, it’s exactly what Arcann’s expecting.” Pierce enlarged the image of the lift leading from the Hutt moon to Arcann's prized superweapon. “You want to kick in the front door, then trap us all on the world’s largest staircase. It’s not going to work.”
A mummer of malcontent rippled through the room. Pierce ignored it. “You’ve got a better idea?” One of the kids asked, though Pierce hadn’t taken the time to learn their names. With boots so shiny, they weren’t likely to live beyond the next couple of missions. Made him almost miss that grumpy ass Cathar Chexi used to pal around with.
“I do,” Pierce answered as he spun the image around. “The problem is, people like you have no imagination.” He paused to show a droid mending the outer hull where a meteor had struck. “Suit up, and cut our way in from the top. Easy.”
One of the women snorted, a big Twi’lek that could almost look Pierce in the eye. “No,” Chexi remarked, looking from the map to him. “This might work.”
Stunned silence permeated the room, Pierce included. When the shock subsided, he couldn’t help himself. Slapping on another wide grin, Pierce leaned against the table to look at Chexi through the projection. “I knew you liked me.”
