Sergeant Francis was one of the more...socially aware troopers. He knew how to flirt both subtly and boldly, charm with only his eyes, and smooth talk with melted chocolate in his words.
He was the leader of a trio of brothers...who didn't take kindly to attacks on their sisters, one in particular. While the other two like to intimidate the mongrel bitches and make them have nightmares about their threats, Francis had his own special way. One far more painful.
Womanizing
He liked to play with their hearts, roll them around in his palm...then slowly started to squeeze down until they broke. He loved to watch their faces as he did so.
They hurt his sisters physically...he'd get back at them mentally. Not even a fair trade, in his opinion.
And the mongrel bitches were di'kulta enough to keep coming back like lambs to the slaughter.
"What about? Anything...I can help with," he asked with a sly smile, peering at Ru'more from under his fedora. He was regular looking in looks as every trooper besides the sideburns and thin soul patch. His wardrobe was meant to capture and keep attention on him. He wore a black jacket with nothing underneath, exposing his muscular chest with a nice six pack and tight leather pants encased his legs. The fedora was to bring attention to his dark brown eyes, giving them a darker more...enticing look and enhanced how people saw them.
Right now, they were lazily confident.
"Not unless you can make a whole company of your brothers relax," she said, eyeing him.
"A whole company," he said, and in rare bewilderment asked,"Which one?"
"501st," Ru'more replied, biting her thumb,"Skywalker's men, along with his padawan."
Francis frowned,"Why leave them all here?"
"Something about a secret mission."
He grunted.
"Should've taken them to the barracks," he thought,"Nice R&R time, a little sightseeing around Coruscant..."
Wait...
His look became thoughtful and he rubbed his chin.
"Why not have some kind of the sights HERE?"
He had always wanted to try a little something like this.
"I think I know of a little something," he murmured pushing off from the door to walk to her and lean down, smiling,"I will gladly take care of it if you'd allow me."
He was a very reliable as well. Ru'more would, and has, trust him with her life. A simple mission like this was no problem.
"Very well, sergeant," she said without pause,"If it won't be messy or too destructive...and nothing to rile up the mongrels."
The sergeant lost his smile and groaned, straightening up to tilt his fedora over eyes,"General, you just ruined my plans."
At her snort he tilted it back up and winked at her.
"Just in case, run it over with me," she said crossing her arms.
"Why General," he said in a mournful voice,"You sound like you don't trust me!"
He grinned at the look she shot him and gave her an outline,"Basically a big show the girls put on for them. They can do whatever they want if they what so they don't feel like they're being forced to and don't have to do anything they don't want to. And they can have fun as well."
Ru'more went over it slowly into her mind, checking to make sure nothing serious could happen and weighing anything that could happen. Finally, she nodded, much to the sergeant's delight.
"Nicely thought," she said eyeing him and placing a hand underneath her chin,"Tell me...how long have you been thinking about doing that?"
His grin was unrepentant as he said,"Two years...give or take a few months."
Ru'more stared at him for a while before shaking her head and putting a hand over her eyes. The sergeant gave a bark of laughter.
"So, do I have permission to go ahead," he asked eagerly.
"Yes, you do," was the reply as she took her hand away,"Go fulfill your fantasy, sergeant!"
A small smirk twisted the corner of his lips as he said quietly,"We're alone, you know...you don't have to be so formal with titles."
"You're stepping out of line, sergeant," she said just as quietly, but with no force behind her words. He smiled widely and straightened up. Most troopers were taller than Ru'more, but only by an inch or so. She wasn't a small and fragile like woman. But the sergeant was an ARC trooper. He was taller than most clones so he could tower over Ru'more easily. He MADE her feel small and fragile. She didn't like it.
"Are you going to court marshal me," he asked amused.
"You'd love that wouldn't you," she said, turning to leave,"Carry out your mission, sergeant. I expect plenty of shenanigans from those tough boys."
His chuckled followed her down the hall like a curl of a cold breeze in her ear.
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"Your healing is coming along quite well, ad'ika."
Whenever Annabelle needed to leave the medical ward, her duties as the head Medical Officer fell to her second in command, Esther.
She stared down at the computer with a strong feeling of satisfaction. If the numbers on here were correct, then her little sister would be getting out of bacta in a little more than a month. She told her and grinned up at her.
But Ashputel's eyes weren't on her.
A little while ago, one of their sisters, Jasmine, had come in to leave Ashputel's kit in a chair right next to the tank.
Not kit as in guns or tools for mechanics
Kit as in yarn, sand, needles, thread, buttons, different colors of tanned hides sewn into little people shapes, and paints. Her eyes were rooted onto her kit with no expression whatsoever on her face. Annabelle looked from her to the kit and then up to the tank, contemplating. After a while, she shrugged.
"You're not allowed to have paints or sands in the bacta," she said to her sister as she picked up her kit minus the two things,"But I don't think there's any harm in letting you have the others."
One by one, she put the kit in the tank through the hatch at the top. Ashputel caught them as they came down with a blissful expression.
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A nose twitched on a curious little tiger cub.
Halima was the youngest out of the kitlings...and the one who always seemed to get into trouble when she didn't want to. She and Irene shared a common weakness: Curiosity.
And a new curiosity was making her nose twitch.
Scents she'd never smelled before. She soon stopped walking after her sisters and lifted her nose to the air, taking in a deep breath.
New scents meant new people. New people meant...
"New PLAYMATES," she squealed happily, hindquarters wiggling at the prospect of new people to play with. With a glance to Kit-Kat and her retreating sisters, she trotted down the hall and trusted her nose to lead her to the new playmates.
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"She wants me to go crazy...she's really trying to make me go insane."
That was the only thought going through Gaelen's head as he watched Boombox jumping around the room in a long shirt that stopped just a little ways above her knees. She was all grins and good fun as she danced around, listening to the music pouring from her throat and waving her arms around:
"...WHY CAN'T YOU SEEEEEEEeeee?
YOU BELONG WITH MEEEE-EEEE-eeee,
You belong to me!"
He watched as she was squealing white noise in excitement and messing up her own hair. He shook his head and flipped over on his bed. She kept on, rising up on her tiptoes:
"SHE WEARS HIGH HEELS,
I WEAR SNEAKERS..."
She clapped her hands once and twirled around
"SHE'S CHEER CAPTAIN
AND I'M ON THE BLEACHERS!
DREAMIN' 'BOUT THE DAY THAT YOU WAKE UP AND FIND
THAT WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
HAS BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!"
Gaelen sighed and groaned into his pillow as the image stuck into his mind and he felt himself heat up. Boombox stopped when she heard his sigh and jumped onto the bed, more specifically, Gaelen.
"Unh," he grunted when a large weight was deposited quite suddenly on his back and he glanced her his shoulder.
"I wanna know what you're thinking,
There are some things you can't hide!"
She squealed and slid off as he lifted up before putting his head under his pillow. Boombox pouted.
"Move along
Move along...!"
Gaelen didn't move as she wiggled in next to him under his arm and stopped moving. He curled around her before he also fell asleep.
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Nimble little fingers made quick stitches to sew in the buttons for eyes on a dark colored skin
Esther smiled as she watched her sister's eye light up as she made the little doll, poking little holes to place in each individual hair in just the right place and at just the right length.
"No," she said, waving her finger at her,"You are not getting out of there. Not until at least a month." She softened up a little at the pitiful expression she was given at the rebuke and denial of finishing up her little doll.
Doll making was one of the ways Ashputel liked to calm down when she was near something (though usually it was someone) she was nervous to be around. She could listen intently while making the doll and seem completely oblivious to her surroundings. Anything that involved creating something calmed her down, but doll making was something that made her feel like the world didn't exist.
Ashputel smiled shyly and held the skin up above her head towards the top of the tank. Esther took it out and laid it down but frantic pounding sounds made her look around. Ashputel was trying to get her attention and once she got it, started to make such little signs with her hands that Esther had to squint to see what they were.
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Annabelle chuckled and asked,"What time is it?"
"Why do you need to know," the General groaned.
"We're all on schedules 'ere. I'm tryin ta track 'ers, if I remeber it correctly," Annabelle said as Soul answered quarter past two,"Hmm...I think she'd be headin' ta tha practice rooms."
She took the lead as they headed towards them
"Didn't take her as a combatant." The captain spoke lazily, shaking his head. "Whys she in a training room?"
"Noo," Soul said,"Not that kind. Training rooms are for fighting, practice rooms are for singing, dancing, and practicing for missions."
"What good is practicing that?" Goblin looked skeptical. "Aside form fun…"
Rapunzel looked at him in amusement,"We are INTELLIGENCE officers. We have to have SOME way to catch our target's eyes."
"See...costumes," Soul mumbled under her breath.
They came to a four way hall, one side of the walls littered with papers that had schedules with names on them as well as time tables
"She is iiiiiin," Soul said, going down the list until she spotted Irene's name,"Room 23."
"This way,"Rapunzel said, running down the hall and leaving the others in the dust.
It was empty, however, when they got there.
"What the-," Rapunzel started
"Something's definitely up," Soul said, narrowed eyed,"Irene's almost never late."
"Maybe she didn't know she was supposed to be here?" Goblin frowned glancing at them.
"True," Annabelle frowned,"But she should've seen 'er schedule as soon as she got on board."
She frowned before walking out of the room and going to the one connected to it. Loud rapping music spilled out of the room and nearly had everyone topple over at the sound. Miya was still teaching a class, a new group of people this time, and slowly breaking down the moves as the music bleared on overhead and made the room vibrate.
"Miya," Annabelle yelled over the music,"Get yer skinny ass over 'ere lassie!"
She didn't hear.
"MIYYYYAAAA!"
One of her students heard, or else saw them first, and poked her leg before pointing them out. The black haired girl spun to the ground before kicking off to come up and turn around.
"Hey chiki sita! Whad up, dawg," Miya yelled as she ran over, jumped up grabbing into the rail and hauling herself over to their side. She had a huge grin on as she clasped hands with Annabelle and slapped her back.
"'Ow ya doin', lassie," Annabelle asked,"Ye just ran out of the ward as soon as ye said 'ello ta Ashputel without sayin' 'ello ta me!"
"Sorry dawg," she grinned apologetically,"I only 'ad a few ta get ta trainin'."
She flexed her arm muscles,"Gotta keep in shape, ya know."
"Aye dawg." Bradon smirked, giving the woman a lazy salut to get her frowned and looked beyond her to the group,"Whacha doin' on our ship, dawg? We just left yo's!"
"We's was lookin' fo yow sister Irene in 'er practice room," he shrugged," Know why she wadn't der?"
"Irene's not there," Miya asked, shocked.
"Well, that answers that,"Soul said
"Whacha need 'er fo," she asked.
The general sighed heavily, stepping forward. "One of our men is missing… we think he followed her on board."
Miya stayed silent for only a short while before she started to cackle.
"Iz zit that dawg she charmed," she asked, eyes shinning
"If your refuring to Shadow… than yes." The Captain rolled his eyes.
She cackled again, "We knew the chiki charmed 'im, but not dis good!"
"Do you know where she would be?" Lunar sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"I really wouldn't know dawg," Miya mused, scratching her hair, "Maybay yo should ask buir. She might know, and I know she's in de med ward now or close
ta it."
"Ya comin?" Brandon grinned at her, raising a slim red brow.
"Naw, I gotta teach,"she said, eyeing him,"Come join us sometime."
She back flipped over the rail and ran over to the group, the loud music
started up once more.
"Charge," Soul said lazily and started walking
"This is goin' ta be interestin'," Annabelle grumbled to Rapuzel. Soul
snorted.
"You should've seen what happened on THEIR ship."
Author's Note:
Whoops, thought I had posted this a week ago! I was wondering why there were no review coming in XD
Sorry about that!
Thanks to AL0LT0 and to Randompie! Their reviews have kept me going!
The lovely AL0LT0 has been very generous with her sides of ideas and her characters the boys (not Gaelen) and General Lunar
The girls an General Ru'more are mine
You Belong to Me by Taylor Swift
What's On Your Mind by Information Society