“Do you need help? Are you lost?” Arran asked the man standing in the middle of the room just looking around at everything. “Are you looking for something?”
gentle hands cover his eyes, stopping him short in his tracks. though he most likely already knew. ❛ guess w h o ? ❜ the sweetest voice asked, the biggest smile on her face. luke had been away for a long while, but today was his return.
"You love me as if I deserve you." DOC AND KIHA PLZ
Fanfic Prompt List >> Accepting!!
Fandom: Star Wars The Old RepublicPairing: Jedi Knight/DocWC: 846
One last barrier to lower and Kihanda would be only steps away from the emperor. From ending all of this. Her quest started so long ago, had spanned across multiple worlds and each new planet unraveled her fate’s tapestry. Each unwound thread a new lead, a string she chased to here, to Dromund Kaas. What fate laid beyond this barrier, she didn’t know. Despite that, now, more than ever, Master Orgus’ wish remained in her heart: spare the emperor, turn him to the Light.
A string of beeps sounded behind her followed by the whir of Teeseven’s wheels reverberating through the ground and tickling the soles of her feet. Kihanda processed about half of what he said before she turned towards him fully.
“What!?”
Another series of clicks and beeps. Doc was in danger, cornered by Imperials, and injured. They could leave and save him, but that would give the Emperor longer to prepare.
Kihanda’s heart made its decision and her body was quick to follow through. She was a few steps from the console before she began to hesitate. This was why Jedi didn’t form attachments, a voice whispered in her head. Would Master Orgus or Master Satele act differently? Would they not be so quick to let their feelings decide? But there was no way she could just move on as if nothing was happening, as if Doc wasn’t in danger. It was a Jedi’s duty to protect people.
In the end, the answer didn’t matter. The decision was predetermined from the moment she said yes to Archiban’s proposal, possibly even before that.
“Let’s go, Teeseven!” Kihanda hurried past the droid, her bare feet padding along the cold stone. “The Emperor has waited this long, he can wait a bit longer. He won’t even know we took a detour.” She could only hope that was the case.
Teeseven led the way, rolling down one corridor that snaked into another. Kiha felt them before she heard them, the vibrations of their boots and lightsabers echoing off the stone walls. When they rounded the corner, it was just as the Teeseven said: Doc pinned down by Imperials. His hand was on his side and the other gripped his blaster, but the Imperials were already closing in.
Kihanda propelled herself across the chamber, the Force biting at her heels and urging her to strike down the Imperials in front of her. The yellow gleam of her lightsaber unleashed in a hiss, heralding her arrival. She landed, deflected the first strike, then cut the Imperial down. The others followed suit, falling one by one in a blaze of yellow and hissing heat. It wasn’t until the Imperials laid motionless on the ground, the distinct scent of cauterized flesh raising from them, that the white hot fire that welled in her stomach abated. How many dead laid in her wake? Would these be the last, or would there be yet more?
“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look while rescuing me?”
Archiban’s voice pulled Kiha from her thoughts and she turned towards him, a shaky smile slipping into place. Her thoughts would have to wait. Becoming distracted now would risk too much.
Doc didn’t need the Force to pick up on the fact that something bothered her. He’d be more surprised, and worried, if there wasn’t a chink in her armor right now while standing in the pit of the Emperor’s fortress. For as infallible as the Jedi were, they were still human. Well, Togruta in this case.
Straightening, Doc stepped closer to her. “Hey,” his hand found the curve of her cheek, “you’re gonna be late for kicking the Emperor’s ass.”
Her hand covered his. “I couldn’t leave you. Teeseven said you were in danger.”
“Well, there’s no need to worry about me. Ol’ Doc will keep these Imperials running in circles.”
Considering she had just rescued him from said Imperials, Kiha was finding it hard to draw comfort from his words. Her thumb padded along the skin of his hand, relishing in its warmth and the safe gaze of his brown eyes. Somewhere behind them, she could feel the whir of Teeseven’s wheels along the ground, and even further away she could feel the presence of the Emperor like a malignant darkness. The only person she wanted to focus on was right in front of her.
Kiha took a step forward, bringing her arms up and around his shoulders to close the distance between them. They met in a kiss, bittersweet and brief, but it was a moment she wished could last. His forehead pressed against hers and she felt his hands settle on the curve of her hips.
"You love me as if I deserve you,” he whispered.
At first, Kihanda wasn’t sure if she actually heard him right. She looked up, curious brown eyes seeking his. Instead of elaborating, he kissed her again.
“Get out of here before I carry you out and ruin this whole mission. After you kick the emperor’s ass, we can both take a long vacation, just the two of us.”
“What do you mean I’m ‘force sensitive’?” Eva had enough going on with being part of the resistance, she didn’t need some ancient religion added to the mix. “I just shoot things. Really well. That doesn’t mean I’m a,” she gestured at him, “Jedi, or whatever.”
“ ------------ Wait, so we’re SUPPOSED to go off that far into the Outer Rim?” The way her focus pried from area ahead and to the man, a brow lifted. “Are you SURE about this? Knowing what’s out there.”