Likes: silk lingerie from Alderaan, dark chocolate, long distance running
Dislikes: anything scratchy on her skin, killing people, when Quinn won’t stop working (even when she asks nicely)
Name: Maevry Zorick
Class: Sith Warrior Marauder
Romance: Malavai Quinn
Tag: Maevry
YouTube: Romacing Quinn
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Maevry grew up in Kaas City, the only child of two extremely wealthy men. While adopted, she was the first in either of her fathers’s family to have any sort of Force sensitivity. Her fathers realized this was their chance to climb even higher up the social ladder and spared no expense in their daughter’s training.
While Maevry most certainly had the ability to become one of the premiere Sith of her young age, she found it very difficult to be cruel to people. Her fathers were never anything but kind and loving to her, even when she worried she was disappointing them.
Finally it was decided she would go to Korriban to finish her training. There she did toughen up a bit, and started excelling in the ‘kill or be killed’ world of the Sith.
(The only time she ever disappointed her fathers was when she married Quinn. To them, he was not worthy of their daughter. They could have found her a much more socially suitable husband or wife, in their opinion.)
Having the twin blows of both Baras and then Quinn betray her caused Maevry to retreat from the world a bit. Even though Quinn was forgiven right away, Maevry still needed time before she felt like herself again.
After Ziost, even with the threat of the former Sith Emperor, she and Quinn decided to start a family. Before that dream could become a reality, Maevry was captured and put in carbonite.
Now that she and Quinn are reunited, even with the madness around them, they are ready to start their family. (Her fathers cannot wait to become grandfathers.)
(If you’re thinking, hey wait a minute. She looks just like Maebry Hindemith, Jedi Knight! Cookie for you. When I created them, I was going to go for the whole twin sisters separated at birth thing which I decided to abandon. Still kept them both cause, well, you see how amazing they both look. :D)
Maevry is a light side Sith who truly believes that the Imperial Empire is right. The only time she lets her dark side flag fly is when she feels the Empire is threatened. Because of this, she has turned more towards the dark since kotfe/kotet.
I’ve written several Interludes about her and Quinn. And you can check out Loyalty, which covers the six years when she and Quinn were apart.
Summary: Quinn didn't believe anything could be more difficult than five years in prison. But freedom turned out to be all that much more harder than he ever imagined.
Notes: Because who doesn’t want 15,000 words of Quinn angst? Spoilers for update 5.2.
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In the end, Quinn simply doesn’t have enough friends, enough connections, to protect him. He’s given advance warning of the approach, but no offer of hiding or shelter. Once his departure request off of Vaiken Station is denied, he knows there is not much time.
He’s still a proud man, still concerned about appearances. The thought of being taken into custody in a public commotion sickens him. While his skills with a blaster are quite good, no doubt armed soldiers will be part of the escort team. There will be no chance of escape, so he will put up no resistance.
The bridge of the Fury will be his last stand. He wonders what will happen to the ship once he’s gone. For all intensive purposes, this ship is his home. It’s where Quinn found a second chance at serving the empire. Where he fell in love with Maevry. Their blood and sweat is written in the walls of this ship and he finds he will miss it more than he expects.
A console alerts him that an override code has been inputted to enter the ship. He waits on the bridge, standing at parade rest. Will they kill him at once? Or perhaps have a farce of a trial before throwing him in prison? Quinn’s not sure which he prefers and then isn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. If today is to be the day of his death, at least he dies showing the galaxy his true loyalty. He did not give up his search for his wife, defying and disobeying every order to the contrary.
The airlock opens and Quinn takes a breath, trying to hear just how many soldiers have come aboard. It sounds like three in heavy armor and one officer. He asks the galaxy to give him one kindness, to spare him the humiliation of being arrested by Lieutenant - no, Captain, now - Pierce. The bloody galaxy at least owes him that much. It’s taken his wife, his parents, his career. Quinn has nothing left to give this galaxy except his life. And knowing the galaxy, that won’t be enough.
Ha ha. Quinn fic is up to 12k words and I don’t think I’m halfway done yet. This is even after scrapping the original concept of covering the whole five years and instead only dealing with the last year or so.
So drinking has commenced. Yay! I’m working on getting my Quinn romancer through kotfe. It’s tradition now for me to change my character’s armor after chapter nine of kotfe. After all, they’ve been in carbonite for five years. It’s time for some fresh clothes.
I try to get the armor to reflect how they feel on the inside after such an upheaval in their lives. Wynneth, for example, started wearing heavier armor, because she felt like no one had her six. (Until Jorgan came back, that is.) My Vette romancer Sith started wearing more Jedi like robes, because he was extremely light side.
Then for Maevry, she stopped wearing robes all together. Before she wore the humble tunic set, which I loved on her. But now, she doesn’t feel like a Sith any longer. She’s not a Jedi, so she’s somewhere in between, and her armor shows that. No one more robes, no more obvious Force user armor. Now she dresses however she wants.
Hoo boy! This ended up being a doozy. This is Quinn and Maevry from swtor. And it ended up being long. Oops?
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“This was never right,” Quinn muttered to himself as he looked overthe holopad. He hadn’t touched this holopad since telling the lie that hadbrought the Fury to theTransponder Station. Now that he examined his calculations in a fresh light, they werelaughable. How in the world did he think the droids he had programmed would beenough to defeat his lord?
“What was that, Malavai?” Maevry asked, her voice lazy. She was curledup in bed, reading a holonovel of some sort, most likely from that ridiculousJedi Knight series she favored. There was a sense of calm surrounding her,something Quinn wouldn’t expect considering he had tried to kill her only threedays ago.
How he ached to hold her, to bury himself in her, to beg herforgiveness once again. But she had already forgiven him once, to ask for morewould be selfish, would only be to assuage his sense of guilt. Quinn deservednone of that.
What he deserved was a real punishment of some sort, yet here he satat his private workstation in their quarters. When they first came back to theship from the Transponder Station, he had planned to move his items to the crewbunk. How could he even think of sleeping in their marital bed after what hehad done? Maevry rightly denied his request, worried anything less than aunified front would undermine his command.
But it was killing him. Theidea that Maevry seemed to think he had done nothing wrong - a pawn between twowarring Siths, she had told him - was agonizing. Quinn would never be able tomake this discretion up to his lord and would spend the rest of his lifetrying, even if she didn’t agree.
Maevry sat up, leaning against the headboard of their bed, armscrossed over her slender frame. “Your self-flatulation is giving me a headache,Malavai,” she said, and to Quinn’s distress, she sounded like she meant it. Howcould he possibly keep those thoughts bottled up tight enough not to disturbher? “You clearly refuse to accept that I have forgiven you. You are my captainand my senior advisor. How do we move past this so we may focus on Corellia?”
We don’t, was what Quinnwanted to reply, but he knew that answer would be absolutely unacceptable. Helet the holopad slip from his fingers, which clattered on the desk, and triedto think. Unbuttoning the top button of the collar of his uniform helped; hecould use a bit more room to breathe.
She gave him a problem, trusting him to come up with a solution. Hewould not fail his lord. Not again. “I believe, my…” Since they wed severalmonths ago, Quinn always called her mylove in private. The simplicity of changing one little word, from my lord in public to my love when it was just the two of themhad thrilled him to no end. Now it felt like a privilege he no longer deserved.But perhaps she needed to hear the word more than he needed to deny himself theright. “My love,” he said and the word sounded almost comforting when saidaloud, “I need time. That is all.”
“We arrive on Corellia tomorrow, we don’t have time,” Maevry said and Quinn could hear the frustration in hervoice. “Why can’t you…” She paused, then looked away. “Oh stars.”
She stared off into the corner long enough that Quinn started toworry. “Mae?” he asked quietly.
“I’ve been looking at this completely wrong,” Maevry said, throwing thecovers up off of her body and getting out of bed. A half dozen steps later andshe stood in front of him. “May I sit in your lap?”
The question surprised him, to say the least. She had never askedbefore, instead almost always sitting down on his lap whenever she felt likeit. Quinn couldn’t say he ever minded that in the slightest.
He nodded and at once she slipped her arm around his shoulders as shesat down. There was nothing sexual about the move; Quinn could tell by the wayshe buried her face into his neck she was looking to be comforted. He might notdeserve to be the one comforting her, but he was the one she turned to.
One hand gripped her hip while he gently placed the other on the backof her neck. She felt solid in her arms. Real.
“I owe you yet another apology, it seems,” Maevry said, her voicebarely above a whisper.
“You owe me nothing,” Quinn said, far more harsher than he intended.
At his words, she sat up straight, her eyes boring into his. “Will youlet me speak before you go off and flog yourself again?”
He said nothing, unsure what to do. When he kept quiet, he made herunhappy. When he spoke, he made her unhappy. When they wed all those monthsago, before Darth Baras’ betrayal, Quinn couldn’t imagine life being moreperfect than it had been at that moment. All he wanted at the time, was tocontinue to work towards the good of the Empire and to make this woman happy.
How quickly the tides had turned on him.
She placed her hand against his cheek, running her thumb over his jawline. “I think we’ve both been looking at this wrong,” Maevry said softly.“I’ve been only considering this from my own point of view. How does does thisaffect me? That sort of thing. I’ve not stopped to think about you. About whatyou’ve gone through.”
Quinn started to speak, he wanted to tell her he didn’t matter, thatthey both were rightly focused on her. But then he stopped. Even three daysafter the incident, he still wasn’t even quite sure what had happened to him.
What he did know was that Darth Baras had violated his mind. The proudImperial in Quinn wanted to brush it off. He served at his lord’s leisure,after all. That truth didn’t make it right or any less painful.
These thoughts unlocked something deep in Quinn’s chest. He had beenso focused on what he had done, he hadn’t even considered that Baras had beenthe one to put him in that position. Baras had been the one to take advantageand somehow used the Force to convince Quinn to make an attempt on Maevry’slife.
“You are, by far, more important,” he said without thinking. She wasthe future of the Empire. He was simply one of many Imperial captains. Thecomparison wasn’t even in question.
Maevry turned her face as if she had been struck. Digging her fingersinto his shoulder, she said, “That’s not true,” she said, sounding almost lost.Quinn closed his eyes. Would they ever find a sense of balance again? “That’sabsolutely not true.” She pressed her cheek against his. “You must truly haveno idea how vital you are to me.”
“I’ve shown that I am a liability,” Quinn said. “My mental weaknessallowed all of this to happen. If I had been stronger, realized what Baras wastrying to do-”
“You are not weak,” Maevry said. “Did you not believe me when we spokeon the bridge?”
Quinn took a breath, trying to keep some semblance of decorum. “If youmean immediately after we left the transponder station, I must confess, I don’tremember much, if any, of our conversation.”
“I’ll remind you, then. With your failure to kill me, you proved howstrong you are,” Maevry said. “You could have killed me in my sleep. Slipped mepoison. Let me die in the field.” She placed her hand on his cheek and Quinnfound himself unable to look away. “And instead, you somehow managed toconvince Baras that you could program two droids strong enough to kill me. Tellme that’s not strong, Malavai.”
He found himself sitting up a little straighter. “I hadn’t consideredthe situation from that perspective, my love,” Quinn said.
The words comforted him more than he deserved, surely. But they were abase he could build on. No doubt he would spend the rest of his life trying tomake up for what happened. However, he could hold his head up, he could lookhis wife in the eye, thanks to those words.
Normally, Quinn would never tolerate failure. But in failing, hesucceeded in keeping the most important person in his life alive.
“I would highly encourage that you start,” Maevry said. She leanedforward and kissed him. Softly at first, but then Quinn deepened the kiss.Almost four days had passed since he touched her properly. Far too long.
Quinn let out a groan as she captured his lower lip between his teeth.The blood in his body started rushing towards his groin, and he decided hecouldn’t get her into bed fast enough. So he hooked her legs underneath hisarm, standing up, carrying her bridal-style to the bed.
He had promised to make up for the betrayal in private, after all.
Chapter Title: Sith Warrior, during Shadow of Revan
Fandom: swtor
Pairing: Malavai Quinn/Sith Warrior
Summary: “Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars.” — Sri Sathya Sai Baba. A collection of swtor one-shots across all eight classes, in no particular order.
Notes: Seven months since my last one. Eeks!
Previous Interludes
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Maevry leans against the door, ignoring the cool, clinical walls of the medical facility, and focuses only on her husband, unconscious in a kolto tank. Thanks to the sedatives given, Quinn looks rested, almost peaceful for once; a look she rarely has the luxury to see these days, thanks to Revan.
If Quinn had to become injured, why here on Rishii of all places? She hates the damn place even more now. She wanted to bring him back to the ship, but he insisted that his injuries from the pirates were severe enough that the trip would take too long. So thanks to a quick holocall to Lana, they found a private medical facility. And now Maevry waits.
She hates waiting.
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The doctor leaves the room and Quinn starts to put on his uniform, methodically and efficiently, the way he’s dressed almost every day of his adult life. He risks a glance at his wife, she’s quiet and still, sitting in a chair, reading a datapad. Trying to catchup on the latest news of the Empire, no doubt. Quinn would need to do the same once he’s out of this blasted facility. Three days in a kolto tank. Three days they couldn’t afford to lose. Three days when he wasn’t by her side.
The look on Maevry’s face is serious, so he tries to lighten the mood a bit. Tugging on his uniform jacket, Quinn says, “I’ll be back at peak efficiency, before you know it, my love.” Maevry looks up at him, then, crossing her arms over her chest, her face blank. His brow furrows. Usually she never fails to smile at the words peak efficiency; they have become a private joke between them. “My lord?”
“We need to discuss what happened, Captain,” Maevry says softly.
At the use of his title, Quinn straightens into a parade rest. When they’re alone, she only ever calls him captain if they’re discussing work. It’s a distinction that’s works well for them. “What would you like to discuss, my lord?”
“Ilum, Makeb, and now Rishii,” Maevry says with a sigh. “You’ve been seriously wounded on all three planets.”
Quinn wants to retort, wants to defend himself, but she hasn’t given him permission to speak, so he clenches his jaw and waits. What she says is true, but it’s been because of bad luck, is all, not inferior tactics and execution on his part.
She stands, bringing the heel of her hand to her temple. “I think it’s time you consider wearing something other than your uniform out in the field. Perhaps a hard suit like Pierce.”
The first thought that crosses his mind is he will never wear the same hard suit at Pierce. “May I speak, my lord?”
Her voice sounds exasperated when she says, “Of course. You don’t need permission, you know this.”
“The lieutenant and I have different roles out in the field. His whole job is get people to hit him, he needs the heavy armor, I do not,” Quinn says. “It would restrict my movement. I need-”
“And I need to not look behind me to see my husband crumpled on the ground,” Maevry says, anger lacing her words. His wife rarely gets angry outside of battle, it’s something he relishes when he’s there to witness it. Because usually it’s not directed at him. “Leathers, then, something more substantial than an Imperial uniform.”
“My lord, my uniform has a polyplast lining. It is more substantial,” Quinn says. He requisitioned this uniform himself last time they went to Dromund Kaas.
“Then stop getting hit in battle!”
His gaze fell to the floor. He’s failed her, he realizes, his heart beginning to stammer. She’s right, she’s absolutely right. Here he is, trying to make excuses, when the truth is staring him in the face. He no longer fights as good as he did twenty years ago. Granted, Quinn knows the experience he’s had in those twenty years is invaluable. But it’s not the same as being twenty-five and in the prime shape of his life.
Maevry stands next to him now, as she places her small hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Malavai, you’re over forty now,” she says. Her voice is low but thankfully there is no pity in her voice. He couldn’t stand that, not when she’s only twenty-seven years old and still has the best years of her life ahead of her. “There’s no shame in adjusting your strategy. You’re not dodging as quickly as you were. Perhaps it’s time to make allowances.”
“Such as a hard suit?” Quinn says bitterly.
“Yes,” Maevry says. “Why is that such a bad thing? It will keep you safe, so you can keep me safe.”
At her words, he eases out of parade rest and puts his hands on his wife’s waist. He hadn’t thought of it like that. He can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do to keep her safe from harm. Including wearing a hard suit. “I’m sure we can find something workable here on Rishii until we can go back to Dromund Kaas to procure a custom kit.”
“Thank you,” Maevry says, and he’s gratified when she rises up on tiptoes to press her lips against his. “Now let’s get back to it.”
“Of course, my love,” he says. They separate, and Quinn waits a dutiful few steps before following her out the door. “I refuse to wear the same one Pierce has.”
“Would never ask you to,” his wife says, and he can hear the smile in her voice.
