‘Fictober Day 19
Prompt: “Yes, I admit it, you were right.”
Fandom: pre-KOTOR, KOTOR II
Rating / Warning: General / none
What do you mean it’s been over two weeks?
Whoops.
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[A swoosh of a door opening, followed by two pairs of footsteps. One soft and composed, the other stomping with barely contained anger. The door barely closes before the shouting begins.]
“What do you want me to say? You were right? Fine. Yes. I admit it. You were right about Dxun. But that doesn’t change the fact that all those innocent people, not just soldiers, not just your followers, but people. died! Look at the numbers! The lost! Do you even care?”
[A moment’s pause. A sharp intake of breath. A measured sigh.]
“It was a necessary risk th—“
[A clang as a metal object falls to the floor. The louder voice from before is now barely above a whisper, venom dripping with every word]
“Necessary? I don’t know if you realize, Sia, but we lost! No matter that we took the compound; we lost so much more than we gained. I don’t see how that is necessary, but it sure was a risk. A damn awful one.”
[Slow steps. One, two. A soft creak as a leather glove clenches. Sia’s voice drips with the same venom.]
“Do not talk to me about risks until you’re standing where I am, seeing what I see. Those people knew what they were sacrificing when they made the decision to be branded a traitor and join our cause. The question is, Wren, do you know what you’re willing to sacrifice?”
[The pacing stops. Sia’s voice is now a whisper.]
“I’m ready to give my damn life. Are you?”
[A sharp gasp. A single step.]
“Sia—“
[The door whooses again as it opens. Sia’s footsteps pause, but there is no hesitation as she speaks. Her voice rises, no emotion but pure command and an unmistakable tone of an order audible.]
“That’s Commander Revan to you, General Falier. There’s a meeting on the bridge in half an hour to discuss our upcoming assault on Althir; I expect you to be there.”
[Mere seconds after the door closes, a fist cracks against the wall, followed closely by the thump of a body sliding to the ground. A muffled sob, then--]
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Meetra Surik stares at the datapad in a daze, bouncing the conversation over and over again in her mind. She hasn’t been Wren Falier in a long time, not since… not since that battle. She had never been sure why the Force prompted her to save the recording from her room that day, and was even more confused when the Force prompted to turn it on minutes ago.
But she understands now.
She thinks of Atton. Of Visas and Mical. Mira and Brianna. Bao-Dur and Canderous. Of the droids, G0-T0 and T7. Even of Kreia, of Treya, and the lessons that guided her on this path, to this moment.
Atton… Atton…
Sia.
Sacrifice… yes, she is ready. She is ready to sacrifice.
Meetra opens the intercom link to the bridge of the Ebon Hawk.
“Set a course for Malachor V. It’s time.”
Wren Falier…