[OOM] War

[fighting_mad]

Thaks are ugly creatures by anyone's aesthetic standards, big and scaly with long necks, four webbed feet, long tails, and sharp teeth. They smell and are grumpy and tend to have tempers.

Plourr loves them.

The wind flies in her face and clouds scud across the blueblue sky overhead, and she grins fiercely, staying in the saddle as her thak leaps a fallen log. She gives a wild shout of delight, finally reining the creature in to give Rial the chance to catch up.

She is surprised to look back and see him just behind. "You ride well, my count! Not many can keep up with me when I get going!" she calls.

[All dialogue from Lucasfilm's and Dark Horse Comics' Star Wars: Rogue Squadron: The Warrior Princess.]

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[fighting_mad]

Plourr's head snaps up.



"Quietly, huh? I don't think so."

Her hands curl into fists as boots hit the ground all around.

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They move in, surrounding the pair.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr doesn't wait for a cue; she just reaches out and grabs the nearest soldier. Something -- something that isn't armor -- cracks as she hurls the man into three of his compatriots.

And then she's moving, kicking and shoving and always returning to pounding with elbows and fists, scarf flying behind her.

thud in the next room and you listen to the weeping abruptly turn to screaming.

you wrap your fist around a rock and just punch as hard as you can and the blood sprays and he won't move, harran won't move--

she's gonna grow up big and beat the hell out of those sons of sith harlots, see how they like it-- kill them kill them good

don't you ever touch me again. ever!



The burn of a force pike against her shoulder.

She's screaming words, she thinks, but damned if she knows what; her throat is raw and there are battered bodies and armor littering the ground and she's holding a soldier over her head, jaw clenched so hard she can feel her temple throb.

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Rial is busy himself, literally up to his elbows in armored special operatives, fighting and trying to keep his eye on the princess in the process, but he loses sight of her.

He can hear her, though.

"Is this quiet enough for you?!" seems to be her favorite snarl, though there are also plenty of obscenities coming from her direction, too. But it's the flying soldiers that are the dead giveaway.


He sees the force pike strike, hears her cry.

"Princess!" and he's blindly trying to struggle to her but he can't get there--

and she's throwing a soldier and turning into a screaming destructive blur, and he is left to watch armor shatter under her hands and mop up what (or who) she leaves behind.

[fighting_mad]

The mad light fades from her eyes and she looks out over the sprawled, unmoving bodies. "Rial-- are you alright?" she asks, fists still up.

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Standing back to back with her, he slowly lowers his hands. "Just fine, my princess. How about you?"

[fighting_mad]

Instead of answering, she turns around to look at him. His tunic is slashed, but otherwise, there's not a mark on him.

He faced down thirty soldiers at her side, bare-handed, and he's entirely unscathed.


Damn this count and making her like him.

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Rial looks right back.

Her face has been cut and the sleeve of her tunic smokes. Her hands are battered, bloody messes.

And he thinks she's absolutely beautiful.

[fighting_mad]

She is about to tell him to stop looking at her like that-- When there are running footsteps approaching, and they both spin in time to see the two Rogues sprint out of the woods.

Plourr is relieved.

* * *

Time passes.

Plourr tells the three men how she knows that the man leading the People's Liberation Battalion is not her brother. They take a closer look at the soldiers and discover that they were sent by the nobles-- of course.

And then the TIE fighters howl past overhead. Clouds of smoke rise over the skyline in the distance.

"They're storming the citadel! Impostor or no impostor, he's not going to burn down my city!"

And she's off running.

Her city.