Star Wars: the Old Republic

SWtOR online prompts

Author's Note: Here's another one. This came to me while I was playing the game and my Jedi Knight and Kira were in a cantina together. I just couldn't let this get away from me.

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(Featuring my Jedi Knight, Eleya Shevani- Miraluka- and her Crew)

The place is buzzing with a multitude of voices, whirls, clicking sounds and other methods of communications available to the current customers. Sitting in the far back of the rather shabby restaurant, with only a dull, flickering light casted above them and an old fan that no longer works, Leya sits closest to the wall in the booth with her former Padawan, Kira, sitting next to her. On the end of the booth table Scourge sits with the dignified air of a Sith Lord trying to associate peacefully with Republicans, (and not doing too bad of a job though the dark aura about him makes any passersby scoot past him with sudden urgency in their steps), with Lt. Rusk and Doc sitting across the two Jedi on the other side of the table.

"…why did we choose this place again?" Kira asks, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she picks up the menu. She stares at it in horror, the choices ranging from obscene to downright revolting. "Are we that desperate for a night out together?"

Doc has his left elbow on the table, his body half leaned over, with his right hand by his napkin and tapping his fingers impatiently. He peers up at Kira, his eyes partially shadowed by his sinfully long black lashes.

His full lips split into a grin that most would definitely classify as sensual.

Kira merely raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the display.

"What does it matter?" he replies with a roll of his smoky hazel eyes. "Food's food, eh?" His eyes look Kira up and down in an exaggerated show of trying to check her out. "'sides, I'm sure no matter what you eat it won't mess up your figure, sweetheart."

Kira gives a mocking smile, while making a point of unhooking her lightsabre and placing it on the table in front of Doc's elbow. Doc barely hides a wince and tries to nonchalantly pull his arm away from the weapon, acting unruffled.

"Keep it up and I'll make sure you're the main course," Kira snarks back.

Instead of recoiling at the undercurrent of steel in the young woman's voice, though, Doc just gives a leering grin and settles back against the booth. He crosses his arms over his muscular chest and clicks his teeth.

"How you two manage to keep your hands off of each other, I will never know," Scourge says sarcastically in his cultured Imperial accent, his vivid red eyes moving back and forth between the medic and Jedi.

Husk gives a brisk nod, shifting in his seat, but has nothing to add verbally other than an indecipherable grunt.

Leya just turns her face slightly towards the wall, trying to hide a smile at her friends' antics. Her dark hair is currently in a ponytail, the strands of her eye-covering tied to the back of her head, but nonetheless her facial expression can easily give her away if she isn't careful.

This will never get old, she thinks, nibbling her lower lip as she finally turns to face Kira. She places her hands on the table, linking her fingers together as she regards her former Padawan through her Force Sight.

"This place may not be the most reputable," Leya tries to console Kira, keeping her voice measured though she is fighting the urge to laugh. "However, regardless of that fact, I doubt they will take too kindly to pulling out weapons in plain view with the intent to use them."

"Thank you," Doc implores with a smile at Leya, but his smile falters when Leya continues smoothly, a hint of teasing in her voice, "…No matter how justified the reason for pulling your weapon out might be."

Doc pouts.

"Hey! Whose side are you on anyway?!" He asks shrilly.

"No one in particular," Leya assures him, just as Kira gives him a smug look. "We're all friends here- even if some of us have to be reminded of that."

Kira and Doc both have the good graces to look contrite, while Husk lets out another grunt and Scourge's left eye twitches at the word "friends".

As if.

END.

NOTE: Oh, there's so much more coming soon...