An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New Chapter: The Rise
Rating: E (this chapter PGish)
Pairing: Theron Shan x Smuggler
Quick quote:
“Theron…” A thready voice came from the general direction of the lift.
Eva recognized the accent immediately. She turned to face a Sullustan, hands bandaged up, eye red-rimmed from some irritant. The thin form moved gingerly toward them.
“Miot. You sure you should be here?” Theron asked, careful not to slide into hypocrisy on the matter of injury recovery.
The one called Miot nodded, undeterred. “Nothing that a few dips in kolto won’t fix. I am little worried for these –” and here he wiggled his phalanges.
Eva saw it in how he moved. “Not a pilot usually?”
At that, Miot bowed deeply. “Captain.”
And the bow gave it away. “Coruscant Planetary Orchestra.”
“Miot Dengd, electro harp, first chair. And the Republic Galactic Symphony,” Miot filled in. “Orbits, trajectories, rhythm, composition – all maths,” Miot eagerly added. “When I heard of your Alliance, I thought to use my skills in music and as a Sullustan to navigate the galaxy.” His near-black eyes jumped slightly with excitement.
Eva knew Sullustans as some of the best pilots, whether as smuggler, civilian, or Pub navy. Admittedly, she also had a soft spot for their gin.
…and the okayest lawman she’d ever met, minus Theron.
