Author's Note: My first journey into The Old Republic. :) Each chapter will have the same format - focusing on one pairing or character, twelve drabbles each chapter, based on the iPod challenge where you shuffle your iPod and write a drabble for the first twelve that come up before each song is done. It was a challenge. But I'm proud of the finished product.

Since I'm in a little Sith Warrior run (I have played none of my other classes in two days...), I decided to go with Nyrial and Quinn first. I love Quinn. I know he's going to betray me. But he's still adorable when my Sith flirts with him.

I don't own The Old Republic. I partially own some of the characterization of Nyrial Evnick my (somewhat) neutral Sith Marauder.

Please enjoy, and please review. :) I'd love to hear what you have to say about this!

A Drabble a Dozen
A drabble collection exploring the characters and couples of the Old Republic.

Drabbles 1 - 10
Nyrial Evnick and Malavai Quinn
"I'm not dancing. "You're no fun, Quinn."

Almost – Bowling for Soup

There were so many things that could have been. What if she had spared the son of the spy on Balmorra? What if she had spared a soldier, a general, what if she had been at a different place at a different time?

She long ago stopped thinking about those.

But after Quinn's betrayal, Nyrial can't help those what ifs.

What if she had killed him for his betrayal? What if he had said something after Baras had told him to kill her? What if she had never let him on the ship on Balmorra?

And then, of course, there was the big one.

What if everything we have is a lie?

If Today Was Your Last Day – Nickelback

He watches her laugh as they sit in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa.

Nyrial and Vette have something of a sister relationship; Quinn has heard Nyrial refer to their ship as their "strange little community", and Vette had replied that she better be prepared if they started calling her mom. They seem to be back on that topic now, after a few Corellian ales.

"But Quinn won't be calling you Mom, will you?" Vette asks, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe honey or sweetheart or some other sickeningly sweet term of endearment…"

Nyrial only rolls her eyes and laughs again as Quinn smiles.

"If today was my last day, at least I'm in the company of a good looking soldier," Nyrial adds, eyes sparkling as she smiles at Quinn. She pauses. "And a Twi'lek."

Quinn ignores both Vette's laughter and the flitflies in his stomach.

Turn It Up – Pillar

Broonmark has broken the lights on the ship, and Quinn's not exactly sure how. In fact, he doesn't want to know how. He just wants them fixed already, so he can be sure that Pierce doesn't blow something up or Vette and Jaesa don't try and kill each other or stars know what else, considering the fact that everyone on this ship besides Quinn himself is insane.

"I'm going to shoot that thing," Quinn mutters to himself.

"You do that," Nyrial murmurs from beside him. A moment later, he feels a hand tugging at his arm, and a moment later, a familiar mutter in his ear saying, "For now, let's ignore them and just enjoy the dark for a while."

A few hours later, all hopes of shooting Broonmark are long forgotten.

S.O.S. (Let the Music Play) – Jordin Sparks

"I'm not dancing."

"You're no fun, Quinn."

"I'm here to do a job, my lord-"

"Don't give me the my lord bantha shit. Tonight, you're my husband, I'm your wife. This is the closest thing you and I are ever going to get to a honeymoon, and so help me, I'm dancing with you tonight."

"My lo-"

"Mal."

"…fine, Nyrial."

"That's my boy."

Crawling Back to You – Daughtry

Four days after his betrayal, four days after he tried to murder her, Nyrial storms into the medbay, closes the door behind her, and slaps him hard enough that he sees stars.

"I cannot kriffing believe you," she hissed.

Quinn was surprised she was so calm after it. She had warned him that her trust would have to be earned back. Since then, he had given her space, had slept in the medbay since he was sure Pierce and Vette were plotting to kill him in his sleep and feed him to Broonmark.

But that's not important right now.

The important thing right now is that the powerful Sith he's known for so long is not in front of him.

Nyrial Evnick Quinn, a woman with a smile and a remark for every situation, the woman he fell in love with, the woman who married him, the woman he tried to murder, is standing in front of him. And she's crying.

"Why?" she asked, finally. She doesn't say anything else, but the tears keep going.

Quinn doesn't say anything; he pulls her into his arms. She doesn't resist, and for over an hour, she cries in his arms and he wonders if he can ever make up for what he did to her.

In the time he holds her, he doesn't let her go.

The Anthem – Good Charlotte

"Stars dammit, Vette!"

It's Quinn's second day on the ship, and he's not used to watching Baras' apprentice walk into the galley wearing a black tank-top and leggings only. He was pretty sure he choked on whatever he was swallowing yesterday.

He's also not used to the hyperactive Twi'lek that Nyrial calls her friend.

Vette races in, holding something in her hands that Quinn can't see. She pauses, grins cheerfully at Quinn, and says "You'll thank me later" before racing into the med bay and locking it behind her.

Before he can wonder what just happened, Nyrial races in from the direction of the showers, clad only in a bath towel, barely covering everything, but revealing toned arms and legs and a slender body. She pauses in the doorway, her face flushing as deeply as Quinn's might be in that moment.

A moment later, she squeals and dives back into the bathrooms, sounding more like the twenty-year-old girl she is instead of one of the most dangerous apprentices of a Sith Lord.

"Vette, you are dead!" Nyrial screams.

Vette's laughter answers her threats.

He shakes his head, goes back to the briefings in his hand, and pretends that what just happened didn't.

But for a moment – a brief moment – Quinn can't help but think I'm doomed.

Not What You See – Kutless

Quinn realizes he's in trouble the moment that Nyrial Evnick, Sith apprentice to Baras himself, walks into his office, a smirk on her face and the stars in her eyes, and introduces herself.

She's not what he thought she would be. He expected someone taller, for one. She's barely average height. Her hair is deep black and tied back in a tight ponytail, and she's admittedly beautiful.

But it's the way she moves; confident, graceful, and with a disarming smile. She's dangerous in her own way, but not the normal way. And Quinn knows that is her greatest asset. It's what allows her to get what she needs done, and he's thankful that Baras warned him to be prepared for his unusual apprentice.

He stills gets a from-the-gut feeling of run while you can, however.

Years later, he'll remember that moment, and be very glad that he hadn't acted on that warning to run like hell.

It's Not Me, It's You – Skillet

In the dark of her cabin, while she's wrapped in Quinn's arms, Nyrial thinks.

For their entire relationship, she's been terrified. She's hidden it from him every step of the way; the only two who know are Jaesa and Vette. She tells them nearly everything, though; she knows that betrayal from those two is as likely as a betrayal from Quinn is.

Her father had been a Sith. A powerful one, one that she thought never could be touched. She and her younger brother adored their father, and their Force insensitive mother. They were totally in love.

Nyrial's mother had been murdered when she was twelve. Her brother Niam had been five.

Her father had gone on a rampage; the rival Sith who had been her mother's murder had been tortured to death in their basement.

Nyrial's father had gotten the answer to why the murder had occurred; Brielle Evnick had been vulnerable. Force insensitive. A liability.

When she looks at Quinn, she can't help but wonder if it'll be the same way. If Quinn's Force insensitivity will be his downfall.

She won't let that happen.

Cruel Man – Intwine

There are only a few things in the galaxy that can cause Nyrial to snap. Really, she's actually almost too calm to be a dreaded Sith, let alone the Emperor's Wrath. Everyone has given her crap for it.

But when a gang leader shoots Quinn in the back while they're cleaning out a den on Nar Shaddaa, months after she's forgive him for that betrayal that nearly cost them their marriage, she loses it.

"Mercy!" chokes the gang leader. His gang lies dead around him, and Nyrial glances behind her, not letting the relief she feels be seen, let alone felt by Jaesa a few feet away.

Pierce and Vette are holding Quinn up. He looks to be alive, but in some pain. Vette frowns at the cold, hard look on Nyrial's face, Jaesa winces, Broonmark looks thrilled at the slaughter he knows is about to come, Pierce nods briskly, as if understanding, and Quinn looks away.

Nyrial looks back at the gang leader. "No."

The snapping of his neck echoes through the room.

Right Now – This Beautiful Republic

"Goodbye, Balmorra. I won't miss you."

"Didn't enjoy the planet, my lord?"

"Well, between the constant snipers, the bug-creatures I'll be seeing in my nightmares, and the resistance people trying to kill me at every turn, I'm very, very glad to get off this rock."

"I'll admit, I'm excited for this as well."

"Well, we'll come back eventually and laugh at it all when we're so much better than all of this. Sounds good?"

"Excellent, my lord."

"But right now… off this rock."

"Lead the way, my lord."

"Will do, Quinn."

100 Years – Five For Fighting

"I don't want to live for a hundred years."

They're lying in the bed in the captain's cabin; Quinn's arm is wrapped around her, and she's tracing patterns on his bare chest.

"Really?"

"Really. I don't want to be a powerful Sith Lord and watch my less powerful friends die and leave me with the backstabbing idiots in the Empire to deal with. There's too much I want to do before I deal with them, anyway."

"Such as?"

"Visit Coruscant without starting a war. Swim on Mon Calamari. Go camping in Dromund Kaas."

"You might run into problems with all three."

"I have time."

"Not enough for everything you want to do before we die."

She smiles a particular smile; it's the one she gives when she knows something that he doesn't. "Well, I got one thing on the bucket list down." She leans in, and whispers, with more excitement he's ever heard in his life, "I'm pregnant."

Some Nights – Fun.

It's these nights that she loves the most.

Every time they reach a new planet, the six of them all go to the local cantina for a night. They're not a Sith Lord and her crew. They're a group of six friends (or as close to friends as some of them can get) just hanging out for a bit.

These nights are the ones that she lets herself be Nyrial, twenty-year-old girl who's head over heels in love, rising to her true potential, surrounded by people she trusts with her life, and actually somewhat happy despite the crap going on in her life.

These nights, she's not the Emperor's Wrath.

And as she smiles across the table at the man she loves, that's enough for now.

Author's Note: Next time: Adriane and Torian. :) Please review!