oh god I drew this for a certain someone and that certain someone wanted to reblog this so I’m posting it publicly but I’m hiding it behind a cut ‘cause yeah
oh my god
uh
I can’t really
um.
if I ask you not to look at it will you not look at it?
this is terribly awkward
“How do you talk me into such predicaments?”
“Easily…”
“Is that so?”
“Well, I am cunning, persuasive…”
“And?”
“And very good with my tongue.”
“No arguments here, my agent.”
“Shhh.”
Imperial Agent/Sith Warrior writings…
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Helpful though Broonmark was, Qai’rha did not appreciate the Talz as a whole. She accepted what she learned from the Revanites of Dromund Kaas and treated aliens fairly; there was little point in throwing away a potential resource simply because you wanted to remain ‘special.’ Pride was a terrible vice that tripped even the mighty.
But Talz held a special place in her heart for being incomprehensibly annoying. Good fighters definitely and she respected them for that. It was the cloaking and hiding in snow that she didn’t take to. Thankfully the giant furballs didn’t have the same luck in a cave and Qai’rha could easily cut them down.
Whatever the mission was Qai’rha did not bother asking the agent, who conspicuously lacked one of her crew. Perhaps this was something she did not wish the others to know about? Either way it suited the pureblood, less ears to hear this moment of weakness.
Boots scraping into the ice Qai’rha launched herself and sailed through the air, slamming into the next pack of Talz defending their little cave. The first took her lightsaber to it’s head, between the upper eyes. Spinning around she vented her frustration in a cruel throw that sent the second Talz flying through the air. He crashed into a far wall with a harsh smack and slumped to the ground, red staining his back fur.
Before she could turn to the third, right behind her with it’s weapon held over it’s head, she heard the telltale noise of a knife sinking into flesh. The Talz jerked and dropped it’s weapon, aimlessly reaching behind it’s shoulders for the shard of metal jammed into it’s spine. The knife was pulled free and the Talz collapsed forwards, life twitching from it’s body, to reveal Solune.
Qai’rha politely smiled, wordlessly thanking the agent and silently hoping for some reaction. Solune moved on without so much as batting an eyelid or saying a word, walking by her as though she were part of the scenery.
The pureblood ground her teeth.
They finally seemed to reach the agent’s goal when she found a lockbox with a datapad and a few other items unworthy of note. The box itself carried the Republic’s mark, perhaps this was just an intelligence mission? Regardless, Qai’rha could not care less.
Again without a word Solune turned and began making her way back, obviously expecting – or just not caring – for Qai’rha to follow her. The Sith would have been able to remain silent had she been a stronger person, perhaps the lack of emotions was a safer route. However, once they reached the lift that brought them to the caves, she could contain it no longer. It was digging under her skin like a parasite looking to melt her insides and spit them out.
“That’s it,” she growled, lifting her hand towards the controls and shutting them off. The lift stopped suddenly enough to make Solune stumble a little.
“What are you doing?” the agent turned her eyes on her and Qai’rha quietly noted how tense Solune’s body became. Every movement was careful and measured; she was very ready for a fight. She was expecting an attack.
Qai’rha frowned deeply, insulted by the thought, and crossed her arms. “What is it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What exactly have I done to garner this treatment?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Of course, surely I just imagine you looking at me as if I’m going to stab you the moment your back is turned.”
Solune’s face remained impassive, but her eyes were flinty, watching every shift in Qai’rha’s body language. The Sith was extremely aware the agent’s pretence of trust was close to breaking entirely. “What have I done? What could I have possibly done to make you think I would do such a thing? Do you not know me better?” against her better judgement the hurt came through in her voice, however little, and she hated herself for it.
The human’s expression finally change, a slight knitting of the brow, subtle enough to tell the pureblood that she wasn’t even on thin ice. “Every time I’ve let my guard down around a Sith they have bitten me. What am I supposed to expect?”
Oh now that did sting. Qai’rha tried to ignore the minute flinch in her body, as if physically reacting to the stab of pain in her chest. “I am not other Sith!” she snarled.
As 90% of my conversations with Crimm contain at least one sex joke, I ended up writing this when the suggestion cropped up that Scorpio is creepy enough to watch you:
Qai’rha’s lips trailed down to the hollow of her throat, suckling on the sensitive skin there and causing shivers in the agent’s body. Solune couldn’t help the smile on her lips, eyes half shut as she slid her hands over Qai’rha’s shoulders and down her back. Curling her fingers into the black lining exposed rich scarlet skin to the agent’s touch and a pleased sigh escaped the pureblood upon feeling Solune’s fingers dance across her back.
Smirking briefly Solune curled her body enough to wrap her legs around Qai’rha’s hips, pulling the pureblood intimately close. She felt Qai’rha grin against her neck and the pureblood nibbled at her collarbone, hands eagerly removing the vest holding her agent’s breasts captive.
“Your behaviour is curious in it’s redundancy.”
Solune blinked, feeling Qai’rha immediately stiffen in surprise, and her mind shunted to a halt.
The wretchedly familiar, synthetic voice continued, “you do realize neither of you have the required counterpart hardware to produce genetic copies, yes?”
“Scorpio!”
“Something you need, Agent?”
“Out!”
“Am I bothering you?”
“If it does not leave in the next three seconds I am going to crush it to the size of shot glass.”
“Get. Out.”
“I supose I will find other organics to study behaviour from. A shame.”
The proceeding silence as Scorpio vacated the room could not have been more uncomfortable even if they suddenly found themselves right in the middle of the streets of Kaas City.
