Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars. That belongs to a mouse who goes by the name of Mickey. I only own the delusional scrap-head that somehow fell into the story… and landed hard on her face.
Most children have a worst fear that keeps them awake all night, covering their blankets over their heads and holding their favourite toy against their chest in terror.
They hear stories from their mothers, that whenever these bad dreams come, the clouds will be kind and rain, calling the Silver Girl to come and fight them away with a sword brighter than any sun and they'll never have bad dreams again.
The children always sit there, wide awake, and hope that she will come and fight the monsters.
Darth Vader, the man known throughout the galaxy for his lack of sympathy, knelt before the hologram awaiting his orders from non-other than the Emperor himself.
"What is thy bidding, my master?"
"There is a great disturbance in the Force." The hooded figure replied.
"I have felt it." The masked-cyborg agreed.
"We have a new enemy;" the Dark Lord Sidious explained. "the young Rebel who destroyed the Death Star. I have no doubt this boy is the offspring of Anakin Skywalker."
Vader himself took his time to reply. "How is that possible?"
"Search your feelings, Lord Vader. You will know it to be true." The Emperor continued. "He could destroy us."
"He's just a boy. Obi-Wan can no longer help him."
"The Force is strong with him. The son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi." Palpatine ordered.
Vader, the man who was known for his cruelty, knew there had to be another option. "If he could be turned, he would become a powerful ally."
The Emperor reconsidered his wishes. "Yes... He would be a great asset. Can it be done?"
"He will join us or die, master." But Vader had a new question floating in his mind. "And what of the girl? You said to wait, although it would be wise-"
"The descendant of Rain and offspring of Nadae will come forth all in good time." Palpatine interrupted. "And her time is coming soon. You should remember."
"Of course I do, master."
Darth Sidious felt his need to remind Vader. "She is already one of us."
Luke shook his head.
"No, no, no. The leakage is coming from this side, love."
"You're being ridiculous, Luke."
He sighed.
"Kat, it's pretty obvious-"
"Excuse me, honey, but I'm trying to work."
For three years Luke had been putting up with this. "Ok, one; you're on the completely wrong side of the landspeeder and two;" Luke bent down to try catch a glimpse of, the now, Lieutenant-Commander Dravvaadas of the Rebel Alliance. "you don't sleep often anymore. Rest, please."
"Luke, my love," Kat slid out from under the landspeeder and sat up, hands covered in grease and oil and a lopsided smile prying on her lips. "I've been working on the data we received from the mission to Corellia a few weeks back. It's a lot for someone who's terrible at responsibility."
"You make yourself out a lot more worse than you actually are," Luke placed the loose strand of hair that always fell out of Kat's ponytail behind her ear. "You're a great leader."
Kat rolled her eyes. "Said the man who I share a bed with."
"Kat!"
"What?"
Her love frowned at her in disapproval.
"Really, Luke?"
Luke shook his head again and scanned the hanger to make sure Han wasn't around. When the smuggler found out about the two he went on for days saying that 'his prophecy was correct' and whenever they were seen together he shouted 'the kid and the kidette'. Another fact is that when Luke got his promotion to 'commander', Kat had refused to call him by that title, leaving Han Solo snorting up his caf and nearly falling off his seat in laughter, while the innocent Luke Skywalker remained confused as to why she would say such a thing. "You bewilder me sometimes."
Kat winked at him.
"Kat! Blast it!"
"You asked for it."
"I most defiantly did not!"
Kat chuckled lightly. "You make me laugh."
"You make me worry."
That was true. Sometimes Kat had made Luke run around Echo Base like a headless chook because she placed her life on the line so much.
You see, Kat was the kind of girl to do the things no one else really would do. For instance; a few months ago there was a meeting about a possible mission to Corouscant to try download some files from the Imperial archives. When no one raised their hand, Kat had looked around the room, sighed and stuck up her hand and said 'I'll do it' like a bored four-year-old child.
There were only three people on that mission; Lieutanant-Commander Katalandtemynarilazatirae Dravvaadas who led the mission, Captain Urlo Ytar, a man of his late thirties from Corellia (who still wondered how Kat earned her high rank at such a young age), and Flight Cadet Vitza'shak, a young Twi'lek girl of around nineteen. Luke had been shocked of their undeniable bravery just to accept going on, from his mind, the suicidal mission.
It was there in Corouscant that Kat had learnt that the Empire not only wanted her desperately, but alive as well.
And, from Vitza'shak's mouth, they wanted her alive on an insane level. Luke guiltily found it almost comforting he wasn't the only one on the top of their 'Wanted List'.
And also from what Luke heard, long story short, they were cornered by stormtroopers and Kat had used herself as a human-shield to protect her crew. None of them dare blasted.
Force knows how they escaped, but they did and hid in the lower sectors of the city-planet for three weeks undetected by the Imperials until help arrived. Kat didn't dare risk her crew's lives by going out in the open sectors.
Luke thought about those few weeks for a moment. "You're a real troublemaker, Kat."
She leaned forward slightly and pecked his lips lightly with her own. "I know." She grinned as she started sliding her way back under the landspeeder. "Now let me see…"
"And tell me when your eye stops working again."
"Will do, boss."
"Don't call me that."
"Whoops."
"Kat..."
"No, Luke, I mean… BIG whoops… lemme see if I can…" Luke heard a considerable amount of banging and screwing from underneath the small landspeeder. "Uh-oh." He heard more noises. "I found the oil leakage, Luke!"
"Well, that's nice."
"Hang on, gotta get this bit- crispo ma hosta flutta schutta!" he head a clash of something possibly landing of her face and then her legs going into the air as if she got an electric shock.
"You should stop swearing, Kat. I don't speak Huttesse and over time I've learnt what that means."
"Blast it, I dropped the hydro-spanner on my nose, Luke!"
"Pretty, you'll be."
"Not really, because-… oh for Sith's sake- oh GREAT KRIFFING HUTT SKIES."
"Language."
"BLASTING KRIFF YOU, LUKE! IT'S ALL OVER ME."
"What is?"
Kat rolled back out from underneath the landspeeder. "What do you think?!"
Luke suspected that she'd accidently burst the oil tank, because now she was covered in thick, black oil down the right side of her face.
"I think it suits you," Luke crossed his arms and smirked. "Be more careful, love."
"I'm trying not to get it in my glass ball, here!"
Luke crouched in front of here. "You klutz."
"Shut up."
"Kat the Klutz." His smile grew cheekier as he traced his thumb around her forehead to remove some of the oil, avoiding the implant above her left eye. "You even got some in your hair. It's the opposite now."
Kat decided to play back by grabbing his face and kissing him full on in the mouth. He fell back slightly in shock but grabbed onto her waist for support.
"Mm… Kat-" Luke attempted to say something between the short kisses Kat was giving him. "Kat… uhmm… blast it." He gave in, holding her around the waist and pulling her into his body as much as he could, not caring how much of the oil would get on him or if anyone was watching… if there was anyone in the hanger anymore.
Kat, as it turned out, actually had the word 'FRAGILE' printed across her body, something Luke found out over time. Something he wasn't really expecting when he first met her, either.
It had taken him a terribly long time to get her to just sleep in the same bed as him, and nothing more. Kat was someone you took things slowly and carefully with, one false move and she could panic like somebody losing their holocommunicator.
Kat, back then, had thought of herself as "shameful" and some of that "shame" had come from her body. Luke had frowned at the fact that such thoughts had plagued her mind, and somewhat felt a deep anger for those who caused them. It was Kat who put his emotions back under control, and taught him that anger was never the solution.
And yet, here she was, having gained a little weight since their first encounter and making innuendos like no other.
"Kat, you little-"
"bugger. I know." She pulled away. "You need a refresher, honey."
"I know that."
"Just checking your brain is still intact."
"What?"
"It went into a little daze, just then."
"Kat!"
Meanwhile, Kat was loving how she could so easily make his face turn blood orange. "You're placing the sensors out tonight, aren't you?"
Luke nodded. "Is that ok?"
"You worry too much."
"Sorry."
"For kirff's sake, Luke…" Kat shook her head. "It's ok."
"I won't be able to see you before that."
"Luke," she placed her hand on his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm always gonna be here."
Luke sighed. "Well, I gotta go. Busy day we both got ahead."
"Yep." Kat kept her answer short, which worried Luke, because that usually meant she had something she really wanted to get to.
"What's on your mind?"
She looked back up at him. "Nothing." She gave him her best smile. "Nothing of your concern."
Luke took her word for that, because he at least had the decency to let Kat have her privacy when she needed it.
He began to stand up and walk away. "Luke," Kat called as she stood up and ran to him. "One more thing."
"Hm?"
As soon as she reached him, she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him right there and then without warning. Luke just gladly melted into it and held her as close as he could to his body, accidently feeling every curve of her body through his jacket in the cold. He gladly had eloped his arms tightly around her and cradled her into his chest. Somehow, it felt like Kat had something new to her every time, a new part he had to explore; one of the very many reasons why Luke Skywalker loved Kat Dravvadas.
"Gotta go." Kat pulled away from his embrace and ran off, leaving Luke slightly stunned. Luke turned his head to see a fellow member of the Rebellion giving him the strangest of expressions.
Luke stared at him in the eye, straightened his jacket, and walked off with, with importance and a straight back…
That's right; I'm getting it, and you're not.
… even though the heat from his face could probably have melted the entire of Echo Base.
Heya! Back! And not better than ever.
So, like in the summary, this is the one where Kat sort of has "her moment". Not really, coming from the author's perspective. I kinda know about her life afterwards. This is more of her "beginning moment" where she realises what she must do, if that makes sense.
So, please, read Young Blood if you haven't already, give's some clues. Not really, but it does. Got epic things planned for this instalment.
So, let us see what Kat has in the back of her mind ;)
- yoda-is-cool
