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Chapter 3:
Korriban Part 2
Unfortunately for Canderous, his shift lasted until daylight. Prying his hand from Krysta's sleep-grip at four in the morning was no easy task. At six, when Carth relieved him he went to get caffa. While grinding the beans to dust, Canderous wished he could do the same to his enemies. Then, maybe I could have some alone time with Krysta.
With that, Krysta sauntered into the Academy slave kitchen. "Making little old me caffa?" she queried.
"One, you're not old. Two, why are you here? Have you lost it? Cameras?"
"You'll be happy to know there are none in here. Surprising actually," she noted.
"Come to think of it, it makes sense. Nobody wants proof of whose slave poisoned who," reasoned Canderous.
Krysta smirked at her love's reasoning, amazed that he thinks similar to these Sith. But she knew that while Canderous could think like them, he was superior in almost every way. He fought better, looked better, and definitely kissed better.
Hmmmm, thought Canderous. I've seen her stare at me like that before.
Turning to the door, Krysta closed it and sealed it shut with the Force. She turned to her Mandalorian and smiled. "Murcyor ni." Kiss me.
"Olar?" Here, questioned the Mandalorian. " Shi solus." Just one.
Indeed it was one kiss. However, the kiss drove the two lovers up onto the counter, spilling the caffa maker and pushed several other appliances onto the floor. Canderous took every opportunity to caress every curve, and inhale her scent. Canderous couldn't believe his luck at this wild ride.
Once over, Canderous smirked, "I love it when you speak Mando'a."
Krysta smiled, "Well then I guess I'll have to stop so you can control yourself." Looking down at the Mandalorian's pants she commented "Nice rifle Ordo," and left the kitchen.
Unfortunately, this left Canderous to clean up the kitchen and play catch up to the prestige meeting. Upon arriving, Wynn commenced the "evaluation" and chose Krysta as the winner based off of random tasks that he made up.
Canderous, Carth, Krysta, Wynn, and Yuthura trekked to the tomb. The two Sith explained upon arrival that Krysta is to follow in the footsteps of Revan and Malak and find the Star Map and claim the ceremonial lightsaber. Now that's ironic, thought Canderous.
"Unfortunately your slaves must remain here. You are taking the test, not them," glared Yuthura.
Ah crap. Be smart kid you know it's a trap.
A tendril of thought reached out to Canderous like the day before in the cantina. I know. I'll be careful.
Sighing Canderous mocked a bow and elbowed Carth to do the same. He sat on a plasteel cylinder as the gigantic door slammed shut and locked. Sitting there, waiting for Krysta to return was unbearable. He paced, attempted to play Pazaak, and paced some more. Finally finding something useful to do, he contacted the crew at the Ebon Hawk.
"This is Canderous, check in Ebon Hawk," he stated.
"Reprimand: Silence meatbag I am playing hide and go shoot with our stun rifles. Joyous Statement: I have won fifty times just this morning, the Master will be proud."
"Don't you think you're cheating since you are an assassin droid?"
"Denying Statement: No sir. It was the Twi'lek that suggested this game. She is good, as is the Cathar but I am better."
"Prep the Hawk and be ready to land in the ruins when I say so. Ordo out."
Clicking off the communicator, Canderous sat back down onto the cylinder. He heard an explosion from within the tomb and sat upright.
Relax; it's an ice grenade to freeze this river of acid.
Canderous sat back down at hearing Krysta's reassuring thoughts. Still, he felt that soon it would be over. After waiting for another ten minutes, the door unsealed itself and opened. Uthar came out carrying Krysta in his arms. Canderous leaped to his feet and pointed his blade at Wynn's throat.
"Quickly, you must leave. Yuthura is dead but Revan has been poisoned. It seems Yuthura took a sample of the acid and created a grenade some time ago. She'll be okay but you must leave."
Grabbing Krysta, he signaled the Ebon Hawk and waited for what seemed like hours as Uthar ran off igniting his lightsaber. Once the Hawk landed, Canderous sprinted up the boarding ramp and rushed Krysta into the med-bay.
"Damn Jedi always getting into trouble. Why did we even come here? If I was there I could've killed her before she even thought of attacking," growled Canderous ripping open a med-kit and injecting his leader. "Which one of you goodie goodies can cure poison?" demanded the livid Mandalorian.
"Get away, shoo, shoo. You've done enough wait in the garage she'll be fine," said Jolee.
"Fine? Look at her! She's pale and her eyes have turned yellow," roared the warrior.
"Well then I guess you better leave so I can help her!" yelled Jolee surprisingly loud for his age.
With that, Canderous stalked off to his bunk in the swoop garage. Plopping himself down face first, Canderous repressed the urge to scream. It wasn't the first time he had seen somebody poisoned so badly. Poison was commonly used by the Republic because they could not kill the Mandalorians outright. Canderous had lost entire platoons from one or two poison grenades. It seemed the Mandalorians could not handle the toxic fumes very well. This was one of the many reasons why Canderous had implants installed. Exhausted from not sleeping, worrying, and screaming, Canderous slept.
Upon awaking, Canderous found Krysta looking down at him. "Krysta you're-"
"Shhh Mandalorian. Easy. I heard what happened. Mind telling me why you freaked?"
Canderous sighed heavily, and sat on the side of the bed with his back to Krysta, "Before Rev- you joined the war; the Republic relied heavily on poison. I held many of my men in my arms as their mouths frothed and their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. I remember carrying my closest friend from the battlefield and into the field clinic only to find that he had died about 100 meters before I reached the doctors. Despite our armor, the poison found ways to seep in and slowly choke everybody. I recall that at one point I threw a companion of mine away from one blast, only to have him succumb to another. There is no worse way to die than by poison. It was a coward tactic and it is a horrible way to die for a warrior knowing that nothing can be done."
"You've gotten soft Cyar'ika," Sweetheart, teased Krysta beginning to massage her lover's shoulders
"Perhaps. But poisoning is no way for anybody to die. I'm not ready for you to leave, and I'm sure as hell not ready to leave you," stated Canderous. "Ni oyacir par gar" I live for you.
"K'uur" Hush, soothed the Jedi making him lie in her lap. "I understand. I know what it's like to lose your brethren."
"Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you speak Mando'a? People view my language as harsh, tough and one of bloodlust. When you speak it, it's like I'm hearing its true sound for the first time," Canderous said looking up at her. "You truly are beautiful to me in every way."
"Even when I'm slaughtering our enemies?" Krysta asked.
"Especially when you do that. Good thing you don't try to punch them though," teased Canderous, receiving a hardy punch for his troubles. "Actually that one was pretty good."
Yawning, Canderous wrapped his arms around Krysta tackling her into the bed completely. Canderous laid on his back with his hands behind his head as Krysta wrapped one leg over is stomach, and placed one hand on his chest. Content, Canderous leaned his head down to kiss his love when Carth's worried voice was heard over the Hawk's PA channel.
"Where to now?"
Sighing, Krysta raised her head and shouted, "The Star Forge. It will take a few days."
Settling back down, she asked "Where were we?"
"I believe we were about to make furious love for hours on end," replied Canderous failing to keep a straight face.
"Very funny. Solus tuur" One day, she stated. "How long to you think you can wait?"
"Bah darasuum." To eternity
"Is that all you say? You should start a Mandalorian e-card company," teased Krysta.
"Yeah, and maybe my logo will be a decapitated head, or maybe a picture of my rear end with lips on it," quipped Canderous.
"And whose lips would those be?"
"Well they couldn't be yours, they're always on mine," joked the tiring warrior. "Now go to sleep, we both need it."
They slid back into their previous position and fell asleep intertwined which made Canderous that much happier that they were off Korriban. I could get used to this.
I know what you're thinking "He totally trashed the Korriban storyline." Tough! my story! Besides i think it's better this way and besides if you hated this you wouldn't have read this far. So... now that you're done reading please review!
