Okay, random question, but why did you give Delana a name but Cyare is still Cyare? (Cyare is lovely so I'm not trying to diss on that; I'm just curious.)
I actually do have a name for Cyare - I’ve been wanting to stage it within a fic and have it kind of crop up during casual dialogue as a surprise, but I’m always really hesitant; most days I second-guess myself on ever giving Auntie a personal moniker. Ah I’m such a mess. 😅
I always just feel like, since I teeter between them being actual “characters” and just “concepts” that I should keep them as ambiguous as possible, that I shouldn’t name them, have descriptions, or anything other than what I envision for their personality and how that coincides with the specific Batcher I’ve paired them with. I know, it’s crazy. I’m really out of place here. XD
I don’t even know if any of that makes sense but, thanks for asking, maybe I will share Cyare’s real name sometime..
Starring the 420th legion and their favorite Padawan, Commander Emera Dystra (and yes yes Master Joya too)
I'm not sorry 😈
no context spoilers here
Word count: 1313 (oops got a bit carried away)
Warnings: just a lil smooch
Linebreak: O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
I giggled as I stood outside the store next to an intimidating ARC trooper.
“Ya ready, Pun?” I chirped, double checking my short shopping list.
Pun grinned and mock-saluted. “Ready as I’ll ever be, commander! Ready to proceed on dangerous mission in uncharted territory.”
I rolled my eyes as I stepped into the air-conditioned building. “It’s just a grocery story, Pun. You’ve gotta go in one someday!”
Pun stared openly at a tired-looking young woman attempting to wrestle down three small children. “With all due respect, sir, I don’t know if civilian life is for me.”
I gave him a shove and pulled him onto the escalator. “Kids aren’t that bad. They’re little chaos gremlins, but they aren’t horrible.”
“I suppose you’re right, ad’ika.”
“Little one yourself,” I teased. “I’m older than you.”
Pun ruffled my hair. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Age is just a number. So,” he started to change the subject, “what’s on the shopping list?”
The little piece of flimsiplast flopped as I lifted it up. “Jogan, meiloorun, and shuura fruit,” I read. “And some superhero adhesive bandages for Smack. I think Paw wanted a tooka sticker for his helmet too.”
Pun snorted. “Of course that old fart did. Let’s go. We must humor him in his old age.”
I snorted as I led Pun farther into the story. “You’re the same age,” I sang. “Oh, look! There’s the fresh fruit section!” I patted my pockets as I checked the produce prices. “Hey! Where’s my wallet?”
My companion covered his mouth and giggled.
“Pun!” I accused.
“What?” Pun held up his hands placatingly. “I don’t have it. You might ask Paw, though…”
I swore.
“Language!” yelped Pun.
“One of his tookas took it! Dazzle SO stole it!”
Pun smirked. “Don’t worry, I brought some credits General Kellet gave me for our shopping trip.” He reached into the belt of his grays. “Ta-da!”
I inspected a few jogan fruits before placing them into my shopping basket. “Remind me to go pry my wallet from between Dazzle’s paws when we go back to the ship.”
“I will, I will.” Pun reached over me to squint at a meiloorun fruit. “This one look good?”
“Yeah, stick that in the basket,” I responded, hefting the fruit-filled basket. “I think this should be enough for this trip. Let’s go find those bandages.”
Pun chuckled and slapped me on the back. “Will do. Why in the galaxy does Smack need superhero bandages?”
“He doesn’t need them. It’s just all the medical supplies he gets are standard-issue and some of the troopers are whiny, so he gets them special bandages.”
“Heh. Think we can get away with princess bandages?” Pun reached for a small box.
I swatted his hand away. “Let’s not try it. Neither of us want to be punished with any of his medicine, do we?”
Pun nodded fervently. “Indeed not.”
“Okay.” I checked the bandages off my checklist. “Let’s grab Paw a sticker and head back.”
We combed through coloring books and children’s markers until we found a tooka sticker.
“Look! It’s perfect!” I held up the sticker to Pun, grinning at the orange-and-white striped little animal. “Why don’t we get this one?”
Pun nodded and put the sticker on top of our other items. “Mission accomplished, commander!” he said, giving me a hip bump and beaming.
I nodded and started walking toward the checkout line. I heard a loud, drawn-out gasp behind me and spun.
“Sir–” Pun squeaked. “Sir, look!”
In the direction the clone was pointing, I saw a small green plant festooned with white berries.
When I turned back to his face, Pun was sporting a wicked grin; a perfect match to my own.
“Can we get it?” He asked slyly.
“Oh, you bet!” I slipped him a few credits. “Buy it on a separate receipt,” I whispered loudly.
Pun winked and waltzed toward the display.
I schooled my face into barely contained mischief and paid for my items, meeting Pun at the front of the store.
“Covert mission accomplished?”
Pun nodded. “Covert mission accomplished.”
“Great. Time to lay the trap.”
Pun tucked the package under his arm to rub his hands together. “Oh, yes.”
“A little to the left,” Pun called, standing a few inches away from being directly under the mistletoe.
I obligingly shifted the hovering plant. “How’s that?”
“That’s good, I think!” Pun tore off a piece of tape and watched as I levitated it up to secure the sprig of leaves and berries to the ceiling. “Is this responsible use of the Force?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I said, before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Let me go get Master Joya.” I gave the mistletoe one more little Force push to stick it to the ceiling, then ran off to find my Master.
A few halls and a turbolift ride later, I found her doing paperwork or something. “Hey Master!” I exclaimed cheerfully.
“Hello Padawan.” Master Joya looked up from her datapad and smiled. “Do you need anything?”
“Yeah, I need to show you something.” I fought to maintain a straight face. Though I knew my Master could sense my amusement, she didn’t say anything. “Oh, and by the way, where’s Cookie?”
Master Joya raised an eyebrow at my attempt for casualness. “I’m not sure.”
I smiled brightly. “That’s okay. Let’s go.” I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her toward the turbolift. “You’re going to love this!” I tapped my wrist comm quickly. “Captain Cook? Cookie? Cookieeeee.”
“Yes, Commander?” came my long-suffering captain’s voice
Could you come to mess hall three for me? I need to show you something”
“Yes, sir.” Cookie replied. “I’ll be there right away.”
“Cool beans.”
Master Joya stared at me. “Wha–”
I dragged her down a few more halls. “You gotta check this out!” And with a flourish, I waved my hand and opened the door to the mess hall.
My Master stared at the haphazardly placed signs on one of the tables.
D i s t r a c t i o n
“I– what…?”
The captain approached from the other side of the room. I hopped to the side as Master Joya went to meet him.
“General?” he asked politely.
“Captain?”
Pun popped out from under the distraction table. “Hallooooo,” he warbled.
“What is going on here?” demanded Cookie.
I smirked. “What’s going on here, my good Captain,” I drawled, “is that you and General Kellet are standing under the mistletoe.”
Cookie and Joya looked up at the same time. The innocent little plant hung above them, promising much amusement in the near future.
“What– is mistletoe?” asked Cookie, apparently bewildered.
Joya swallowed uncomfortably. “It’s a Life Day tradition. The plant is generally hung on the ceiling or in doorways.”
“So why are we under it?”
I collapsed into Pun in a fit of silent giggles. My Master gave me a look before speaking.
“The tradition is… when two people stand under the mistletoe…” her face turned crimson. “They have to kiss.”
“So go on,” Pun encouraged. “Kiss. Then you can leave.”
A blush dusted Cookie’s cheeks. “Do we have to?”
“Yes!” I cackled.
Our two victims looked at each other uncertainly.
“No,” they decided simultaneously.
“Ah, but you see,” I told them, “no is not an option. It would be so tragic to deprive our poor, sad legion of Life Day traditions!”
Pun blithely ignored Captain Cookie’s stink eye. “Go on, smoochy smoochy.”
“Fine,” Joya snapped, no real resentment in her voice. She leaned up, standing on her toes, to give Cookie a kiss on the cheek. At the last moment, he turned his head slightly, causing the Jedi to kiss the corner of his mouth.
My Master blushed again. “I– I– therehappyLifeDaybye!” She bolted.
A very slow, rather self-satisfied grin spread over Cookie’s face.
I smirked at Pun and quietly hip bumped him. “Mission accomplished.”
