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Plourr Estillo ([personal profile] fighting_mad) wrote2006-06-17 09:39 pm
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[OOM] Devotion

It was the middle of the night when Plourr woke suddenly. This was not her bunk it was too big where was her blas--

Oh.

She sat up in the darkness, leaning her head back against the wall. She had been on Eiattu a week now; you'd think she could kriffing remember that. She opened her eyes and methodically untangled herself from the sheets and rolled out of the huge bed. She crossed the stone cold floor, but paused in the doorway and then ducked into the wardrobe, emerging with a short robe. It was hot pink and shimmery, unfortunately, but it would do for getting her down to the palace kitchens and back without causing any coronaries along the way. She pulled it on and belted it at the waist, immediately discovering that, just like most of her title-appropriate clothing, it was too small. Apparently, whoever had stocked the closets had assumed that the heir to the throne was of the same stock that her mothers and sisters had been – namely, delicate.

The reality of a six foot tall princess who could take out a zoneball team had left more than a few courtiers and servants in the palace scrambling.

Rolling the robe’s too-short sleeves up to her elbows, she went out into the dark corridor, fingers curled around the hold-out blaster in her pocket.

Dialogue in italics from Dark Horse Comics' Star Wars: Rogue Squadron: The Warrior Princess.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
And it's a few moments before one Count Rial Pernon freezes in the kitchen doorway, long brown hair pulled back, impeccably dressed despite the hour.

The freezing is for several reasons.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. That would be one.

Also, it's the princess, which he hadn't been expecting, and she'd looked happy, and-- She is wearing very little in the way of clothing; just tight, small jogging shorts and a similarly sized top.

"You're awake late, Princess," he greets, graciously averting his eyes from the sinfully long stretch of leg up on the table.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you well?" he asks in some concern.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"The hour is late and you are in the kitchens, drinking caf."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles faintly. "I followed the smell of the caf."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
He was going to offer to do it himself, but she was too quick. So instead, he watches from the doorway, marveling once again at the way that she can move so fluidly and so silently.

He is pleasantly surprised when she makes a place for him at the table, and he laughs, taking the offered seat. "Noted." He tips the mug to her with a deferential nod of the head. "Thank you, Princess." He takes a sip.



His face is carefully blank.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head immediately. "No, I'm certain that honor must belong to another pilot; it is not so terrible." He takes another sip to prove that.

He might regret it a little.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Rial sets his mug on the table. "You were marvelous without it. I've never seen the nobles so outraged."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"These men aren't accustomed to being spoken to in such a matter." He smiles suddenly, teeth flashing under the mustache. "It felt refreshing."

He sobers again, holds her gaze as long as she'll let him. "It was a show of strength that this palace hasn't seen the likes of in many years, Princess. You have my gratitude and admiration for it."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It is my duty and my wish to stand by your side," he says. "And my father is in the wrong. He has been for twelve years."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"It is my wish," he says firmly. "I want to." He pauses a moment. "Though I would rather not fly into the Maw, if it can be avoided. You are a fierce pilot, but I don't think even your skill could save us from the Maw." Another pause. "Perhaps the spice mines of Kessel, instead."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
He stands (or sits, technically) tall under the glare. "There will be no going down. You are leading Eiattu well, toward a good future."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"You may not believe it, but the people are following you," he says quietly. "You're leading, Isplourrdacartha."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's the truth, Princess. You're doing very well. And what would you prefer?" He is thoughtful. "They called you Isplourr when you were young."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, unruffled by the sharp tone. "As you wish." He is quiet a moment, and he dares to take another sip of his caf. It, strangely enough, is better cold. "Though you are doing a poor job of subject-changing, Lady."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:35 am (UTC)(link)




"Maybe you had best choose the topic of conversation, then."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Eiattu is not an easy place to have thrust upon you," says Rial sympathetically.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Rial does not understand it, fully or otherwise, but he regards her steadily all the same. "No, my Princess."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Politically, economically, socially...?"

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Rial nods somberly. "Of course." He opens his mouth, then pauses. "You aren't tired, either?" He is surprised; she has been on the go constantly since she arrived.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Rial is unconvinced, but she says she's fine, so he will simply keep a watchful eye out for signs of exhaustion. "Very well, Princess." He rests his hands on the table and leans in. "After the-- coup twelve years ago, the entire planet was in an uproar..."



Rial makes the second pot of caf an hour later, and the third as the sun is beginning to rise.