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To Eternity
Chapter 1:
Post Leviathan Syndrome
"Canderous, what do you think?" inquired the distressed Jedi.
"In a way, I think I knew all along. The way you fight mirrors the way you fought Mandalore. When you ended his life it was both the most beautiful and tragic thing I ever saw," replied the veteran warrior.
He stared into the eyes of his charge; deep pools of brown with sunbursts. At times he could swear they were filled with fire and at other times, her eyes delved into his very spirit.
"You Revan, were the single greatest warrior the Mandalorians and the galaxy ever saw. It would be my honor to follow you."
And with that, the discussion ended.
Huh. Even Mr. High and Mighty shut up. Thought the grizzled war monger staring as Carth made his way back to the cockpit. It was not easy bunking with a Jedi, let alone one that he suspected was the Dark Lord of the Sith. And yet there was never a night when they were together that he found himself missing sleep. In fact, he slept better once they began. It was like she comforted him in an unknowing way.
He decided to head to his usual spot, the swoop garage. As he entered he heard something he hoped he would never have to hear: a woman crying. He hoped that he could turn around with her noticing but…
"Canderous?"
Damn Jedi senses! He thought, First I couldn't hide my feelings and now she hears my footsteps in a fracking ship!
He decided to reply with his usual, "Yeah, what do you want? I mean really Krysta I thought Jedi were better than this," he joked lovingly holding her as he sat on the workbench.
He wiped away her tear with the sleeve of his trusty black shirt and brushed her brown hair away from her eyes. Those eyes, he thought. In that moment Canderous remembered how at one point he believed such thoughts of compassion were beneath that of a warrior. However, he soon realized that whenever he fought along side Krysta, he was more ferocious and enemies quaked. In fact, if anything, his fighting improved ten fold ever since he admitted his feelings. And if an enemy even grazed her face, their corpses were forfeit
"Yeah well you haven't had an entire life's memories come flooding back to you in a tidal wave," replied his love. "How can you love me when I wiped out most of your people?" she asked.
Canderous sighed heavily knowing that eventually this would arise. "It doesn't matter. We know war; we know death comes with it. War wouldn't be challenging if people didn't die. In a way fighting you was what we Mandalorians wanted all along; a real challenge worthy for the ages."
The sniffles stopped as she looked up at him. The only sound was of T3 doing his rounds in the hyperdrive and security room. The world seemed to fade away as it always did for Canderous when he had the chance to truly look at her. And in a moment that lasted only seconds it meant the world to both as they kissed.
"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum" I love you
"Bal Ni gar" And I you
"Translation: I love –"
"HK! Were you spying on us?" Krysta asked.
"Indignant response: Master, I was merely patrolling your sanctum and – "
"You mean the swoop garage you damn droid?" asked Canderous.
"Insistent Reasoning: But master is it not your desire for me to translate for you?" inquired the rusty red killing machine.
"We are all aware I understand most common alien languages except for that Sand People grunting." Krysta shot back.
"Correction: The Sand People or Tusken Raiders speak Tusken."
"If there is nothing else HK please leave," grunted the Jedi.
Very romantic thought Canderous shaking his head knowing that privacy would never be gained until the mission was over.
Krysta turned to her partner and asked, "Will you stay with me?"
"Bah darasuum." To eternity.
The Jedi smiled knowing the Mandalorian would keep his promise.
"So what do I call you now? Revan? Krysta? How about sugar lips?"
"Do I get to call you Candy?" she teased.
"Damn! Why does everybody want to call me that?" asked the indignant warrior.
"Well I know why I would call you that," replied his love with a grin.
He smirked, "Very funny, but no. I met you as both, but Krysta is who I love."
Finally removing themselves from the workbench, Canderous walked to his makeshift bunked and made ready to sleep. He watched as Krysta seemed unsure of what to do and finally asked: "Where to next?"
Snapping back from her thoughts, Krysta replied, "We have the coordinates from Manaan, Kashyyk and Tatooine, but I think Korriban deserves a look."
Canderous turned over onto his side and said, "Then hurry and tell Republic that, and come to bed. And don't give me crap about not wanting to bother Carth in his 'emotional state' if anything tell him it's for his son."
Krysta sighed knowing it wouldn't be easy to talk to the up righteous pilot after the massive revelation about her identity. She walked towards the cockpit with heavy footsteps.
Canderous watched her curved figure to the cockpit and waited for Carth's moaning and groaning.
"How can you be so nonchalant?" Canderous heard, yep right on cue.
"Carth, don't judge me for my past life. I'm working hard to undo what I did and I'm offering you a chance to find your son!" I hope he's smart enough not to argue Canderous thought.
"Fine, fine we'll go to Korriban but if I see anything out of place I'll leave." Who says we won't leave you on Korriban?
"You have my word Carth." Thank Mandalore, now come to bed.
Krysta came in to the garage peeling off her clothing one by one.
Mmmm a free show thought the sly Mandalorian pretending to sleep.
Krysta stopped and smirked with her back to Canderous.
"Hey Mission how about some Pazaak?" teased the Jedi knowing Mission was asleep. Canderous shot up from his bed obviously annoyed. Turning to Canderous she said, "Nothing is ever free."
Finally crawling into bed, both wondered what the Force and Fate had in store for them. A final kiss goodnight ended Canderous's day on a high note.
End of first Chapter R