~* Reasons to Live For *~

Chapter 19 – Names

Mereel had to admit, though he held no love for them, the Kaminoans had certainly done a lot of things right with the Fett gene.

He watched as Ordo and A'den walked up the hill to the bench, where he was seated bathed in spring sunshine. Ordo's movements were still stiff, but he seemed to have regained many of his former abilities in the past week or so, and now only needed one person to help him up steep embankments – on bad days. Besany or Fi were usually at his side, and for a moment Mereel felt guilty for not helping Ordo himself so much. He was his brother, for Force's sake. He got up off the bench and met them half way up the hill. A'den smiled a greeting to his brother as he approached.

"Odd to see you by yourself, Mer'ika. Thought we'd come and keep you company for a bit."

Ordo clasped Mereel's arm with a smile. "He's just bemoaning the lack of single women around here, I'm sure." Mereel grinned, and took his brother's other arm.

"Well, one has to make sacrifices for one's family, and all…"

They reached the top of the hill, and sat on the bench in a line, looking out over the lush green countryside that stretched for miles before them. Grass waved in the slight breeze, but the mountains in the distance still bore traces of snow on their peaks. Yes, Mereel thought, perhaps the city did mean more opportunities for some socialising, but he couldn't deny that he felt a pull to this planet that he assumed was down to feeling at home, at last. He'd never truly felt he belonged anywhere but here. As long as he had his aliit, he was fine. He couldn't deny he missed the city, and the easy availability of people – or rather, women – was certainly missing here.

"I'm sure Mandalore has many fine women for me to sample."

Ordo rolled his eyes. "Just make sure you get there before Jaing does, or there'll be none left." A'den raised an eyebrow.

"He's not still hung up on that nurse, then?"

Mereel and Ordo shared a look. Jaing had been…quiet, as of late, they'd all noticed. Mereel had thought their talk a while back had been the last of it all, but the rest of the Nulls agreed, there was certainly something off about his demeanour these days. Mereel shrugged.

"You'd have to ask Jaing about that, vod'ika."

There was a peaceful silence for a moment, and the breeze rustled the leaves in the veshok trees. It was soothing. Mereel tapped Ordo on the arm.

"Hey, what about baby names? You must have something by now."

Ordo exhaled loudly. "You'd think we would by now. Trust me, we're thinking. Nothing seems to fit." He ran a hand through his hair absently.

"Well, I can give you names you should definitely not call her…"

"That's terrific." Ordo rolled his eyes. "Let me guess – every woman you've slept with?"

A'den looked over with a grin. "You can remember every name, ner vod?"

"We're Nulls, vod." Mereel grinned back. "We don't forget."

Shouts from behind them caught their attention, and the three Nulls turned to see the other three waving at them from below. Soon, Jaing, Prudii and Kom'rk were bounding up to join them, and sat on the grass in front of the others.

"Keldabe's busy. Spring market's open, and Rav's got a long shopping list."

"Hey, if it means we get food, don't complain."

"You're not the one who has to carry it all back…"

Kom'rk looked out over the expanse of land in front of them. His eyes were thoughtful, but then Mereel had always seen Kom'rk as the quieter, more conscientious and thoughtful brother. Mind you, he knew how to play cards damn well… "Anyone know when we're supposed to be going back?"

"Back?" Jaing lolled lazily in the sun, closing his eyes. A'den hit him in the back of the head.

"Yes, ner vod. Back. To war."

"Oh, that."

"Kal'buir probably knows, Gods know how he's managed to keep Zey from throttling him over comm for how long we've all been away." Ordo stretched.

"He probably knows why we're gone. Jedi just do. And we've been away," Mereel indicated the other Nulls, "You've been out of action for a good reason, vod." He poked Ordo in the chest. Ordo shrugged.

"Hey, that's another good question. What are you going to do now you're fighting fit again, Ord'ika?" Prudii cracked the joints in his fingers alarmingly loudly. Ordo gave a wry smile.

"I'm not exactly 'fighting fit', yet, though, am I?"

"You will be, though."

Mereel nudged Ordo playfully. "And when you are? You coming back to the field with us?"

Ordo made a gesture of helplessness with his hands. "I have no idea."

"You want to?"

"I-"

"Vode, leave him be," Kom'rk interjected. "He'll come back if and when he'd ready. He's got a lot on his plate right now."

Jaing, still sunbathing, smiled. "Ah, that's right. A baby girl on the way. You thought of a name yet?"

"No, Mereel's already asked that." Ordo sighed.

A'den pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Can't say I'd know what to call a daughter of mine, either."

"Not Nalah." Jaing grinned. "She was…well. Let's just say I'd think a name like that was cursed, the way she was. Luckily I believe I was drunk enough not to care."

Mereel straightened, his eyes narrowing. Had his brother just said…? "Nalah?" Jaing opened one eye.

"Yeah. Blonde girl. About half my height. Very…bubbly. But not so great when it came to the bedroom stuff..."

Oh, no. "Birthmark on her hip?"

Jaing opened his other eye. "Yeah…in the shape of a-"

"Crescent moon."

Jaing sat up, his eyes wide. "I met her at Zizzy's."

"I met her at Zizzy's."

"When?" Jaing blinked, his voice incredulous.

"About six months ago." Mereel frowned suspiciously at his brother. Jaing's face broke into a satisfied smile and he lay back down in the grass again.

"Seven."

Mereel scowled. "Kote lo'shebs'ul narit, she was awful."

Kom'rk looked from Jaing to Mereel with a raised eyebrow, then smiled, shaking his head. "I can't believe you two, sometimes."

"I can't believe she slept with him after me." Jaing grinned, his eyes closed. "What a disappointment that must have been."

"Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?" Mereel tried to get to his feet, but Ordo's arm held him back.

"Udesii, vod'ike. What does it matter, anyway?"

Mereel sat back down, and shrugged. "Just a matter of dignity, that's all." Prudii studied Mereel with his eyes narrowed, the way he did quite frequently these days. It made him feel scrutinised.

"You okay, Mer'ika? You're very highly strung these days. Not like you at all."

Five pairs of curious eyes turned his way, Mereel could have quite easily said that he was uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat and shrugged, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes for fear of them seeing something he didn't want them to. Brothers knew you too well.

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I'm…"

Ordo raised an eyebrow. Mereel silently cursed the eloquence of his brother's eyebrows. He hadn't really formed the rest of that sentence in his head, as he'd expected to be interrupted before he'd have the chance to get it out, so he let the end trail off into the rustling veshok leaves and the songs of the spring birds. The sun warmed his face, and he closed his eyes.

Kom'rk, ever tactful, changed the subject. "You guys know when Omega go back?"

"Probably very soon. It's harder for them to disappear," A'den raised his arms above his head and stretched. "War calls to every man."

"And all that osik." Prudii finished for him.

Mereel could hear the smile in Jaing's words. "Jilka will be sad to see Corr go."

"I won't. My room's right next door to theirs." A'den laughed, and the others joined in with him. Except Ordo, but of course he'd never been one for coarse humour. Mereel finally felt safe enough to open his eyes, and when he did the sun nearly blinded him. Ordo moved by his side, and he realised his brother was standing up.

"I've got a date. Target practice." His brother ran a hand through his hair. "I feel like I'm four years old again," he said wistfully. Mereel stood too.

"I'll go with you."

"You don't have to walk me-"

"I want to."

Ordo shrugged, but nodded. "See you later, vod'ike." The others mumbled and waved their goodbyes, and Mereel set off down the hill with Ordo.

"Besany going to be there?"

Ordo nodded. "I'm remembering how to shoot whilst…teaching her, too. It's a bit weird, but it's…"

"Nice." Mereel finished. "It's nice." Ordo flashed him a smile, and put his hand on Mereel's shoulder.

"Look, I know when I was under you…you took care of things. The leader-role fell to you, I know, and I feel bad for what…" Ordo seemed to be picking his words carefully. "I feel bad for what I put you all through. I want to make it up to you, vod-"

"No, Ordo, it was-"

"It must have been awful, not knowing."

Mereel's words froze in his mouth. He remembered all too clearly the fear upon waking up every day that his brother might not make it through the next day alive, that he, Mereel, would have to be the one to comfort Besany and Kal'buir and the vode, and he would have to be the one to take Ordo's place. And those were big boots to fill. He looked at his brother, remembered all the times he had been there, for everyone. He'd made it look so easy. And now Mereel knew how hard it was, he felt as though he should make it up to Ordo for letting him take it all on.

"Yes," Mereel swallowed, "It was."

Ordo squeezed Mereel's shoulder. "I'm sorry, vod."

"For what? You had no control over anything, none of this was your fault."

Ordo shrugged, and then sighed. "I just meant that I was sorry that all of this has scarred you."

Ice water dripped down Mereel's insides. He hadn't felt like this since he was six years old. He knew what it was; it was the feeling that everything had changed and would never be the same again, and he quite liked the way things had been before. "We can't go back, can we?"

"No, vod. We can't."

With Ordo's words, Mereel felt that many things that he had left unsaid were understood. A sense of certainty settled in Mereel's gut once more, as always did when Ordo said the right thing, and Mereel felt he could talk again without feeling choked.

"What's it like, being alive again?"

Ordo looked at him. "Honestly?" He stopped and thought for a moment. Mereel didn't push him. "It's better than the first time." He finished quietly. Mereel nodded. He understood.

"You know, I'll always be here, vod. In case you want to talk, or anything…" Ordo stopped as Besany and Parja approached with Fi from the distance, and clasped Mereel's arm. "Vode An. Brothers all."

Mereel gave him a well-practised grin, and left his brother to the capable hands of the family. He still had his family. His aliit. As long as he lived, that would be all he needed.

Now, to find out exactly how Jaing had met Nalah…

"Tomorrow?"

Corr nodded absently, throwing a hard rubber ball up in the air and catching it again, one handed. He did it again, and again, and then Jilka snatched it out of mid air and held it away from him, eyebrow raised. He grinned at her.

"Yes, tomorrow. Kal's already told you this twice, why do you need me to tell you as well?" He made a grab for the ball, but Jilka held it further away from him. Then she sighed, and dropped her arm.

"I don't know. It just seems like a long time until I'll see you again."

Corr looked at her, then took the ball from her hand gently and placed it on the side table in the karyai. No one was indoors today; the weather was too nice, but Corr hadn't been feeling too sunny these days anyway. In actual fact, he decided, he was nervous. Yes, he, Corr, former EOD, bomb disposal specialist, was nervous. But wouldn't any man be, when planning to ask his love to marry him?

He'd been thinking about it for a while now, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone but Jilka for the rest of his life. He couldn't really imagine her saying no, either, but then one never knew quite what went on in the minds of women…in any case, the right time had never come around, and if he was honest with himself he was nervous simply because he knew there was a chance she didn't feel ready and would turn him down.

Rejection…hurt.

But he was leaving tomorrow, all of Omega were – and if he didn't ask her today, he'd have to wait another month, maybe more, until he saw her again. He didn't like the way it pressed down on his chest, this nervousness. He'd be carrying it with him wherever he went until he just did it.

"I know, cyar'ika." He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. "It seems unfair."

"Very," she agreed, and kissed him again. He could almost get lost in her lips; kissing her always felt new to him each time, like he had yet to discover her all over again. He never tired of it. His heart fluttered in his chest, nerves attacking him again. He should just hurry up and just ask her, for Force's sake…

He pulled away. "Jilka, I have something to-"

Rav's head popped around the door. "Inside on such a lovely day, ad'ike?" she smiled. Corr cursed to himself, but put on a smile. Rav continued, "Jilka, I need you to check that we have all the ingredients for tonight – you can never trust a man to shop for a woman, even if it's food, and I have a horrible feeling Jaing may have bought far too many candied nuts…"

As Rav went on, Jilka mouthed 'later' at him, got up with an apologetic smile sent Corr's way, and headed into the kitchen with Rav close on her heels. Corr exhaled explosively and fell back into the couch. At this rate, he'd never get the chance before he left tomorrow.

Outside, he could hear the sounds of discharging blasters, and with nothing better to do he wandered out to watch the target practice that Parja seemed to be holding. He noticed Fi was helping more than shooting, but Parja gave him the occasional rap on the back of the head to remind him he was there to learn, not teach. He could hear their conversations.

"Shoot, F'ika."

"Well, don't hit me on the back of my head. People who've been in comas are very insecure about being hit on the head."

Besany giggled, and her shot wandered far of the target. Parja rolled her eyes.

"Fi, look what you've done…"

Fi's voice was incredulous, but he was grinning. "Why is it always my fault?"

Corr noticed that Ordo was ignoring the others, and watched as he studied the blaster in his hand – a DC-15 sidearm, probably one of Omega's – and turned it over a few times, as though checking he could still remember what it was. He then sighted up a couple of times, without shooting, and adjusted his stance each time. Seemingly happy, he sighted up once more and this time he pulled the trigger.

The shot stopped the play-argument between Fi and Parja, and the three of them, including Besany, turned and looked at the target. There was a charred hole in the centre of it. Ordo just lowered the gun and looked at it for a moment, then turned to Besany and said quietly, "I think I remember how to use these. But I still prefer the DC-17."

Corr smiled, then moved to a sunny patch of grass where he could lie down for a while, and perhaps plan a different strategy for Operation: Proposal. Sounds of people enjoying the weather and enjoying each other's company surrounded him, and despite the nervous tremblings in his gut, Corr felt completely content. After a while, someone settled on either side of him. He opened one eye infinitesimally, and recognised Niner and Atin. Darman was, no doubt, somewhere with Etain and Kad. Corr nudged Atin.

"You going to get Laseema out here any time soon?"

Atin grunted as he settled down. "Hopefully. If she'll come."

"She will." Corr looked at Niner, then grinned. "It's about time you found a gal of your own, ner vod. Before they're all snatched up."

Niner threw a handful of grass in his face, and Atin laughed. Corr sat up to brush it off, but he was grinning too. "Just saying…"

"Well, don't. Just enjoy the here and now."

"Yes, sarge," Corr laughed. "Is that an order?"

Niner rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Corr felt happy inside. Mission accomplished, then. Often he felt Niner was just too uptight, and it did him good to let go sometimes. It did them all good. He settled down in the grass for an afternoon nap, the sun warming his limbs nicely.

He knew, of course, that tomorrow would be goodbye again. But hopefully it wouldn't be the last. Maybe he'd even have a wife to come back to.

"Like…" Ordo's voice was low in her ear, and despite the warmth of the day Besany shivered. "…this."

The gun discharged, and Besany jumped slightly at the kickback, her eyes squeezed shut. When she opened them again, there was a charred hole dead centre of the target. She smiled and turned in Ordo's arms, which had been showing her the correct hold and stance, so that she could face him. Ordo smiled at her, and his hand dropped to her belly as it did so often these days. He kissed her softly.

"Not bad."

"Not bad? I got it dead centre."

"That's because I was holding the gun."

"And lining it up."

"And pulling the trigger."

Besany giggled. "So, basically, I did nothing."

Ordo kissed her again. "Exactly. Now try again without me."

Besany sighted up with the DC-15 – it was different from the weapons she'd been practising with before, and she was having a hard time getting used to it – and remembered the tips he'd breathed down her neck. Then, happy with her effort, she pulled the trigger. The shot wasn't exactly centre, but it was near enough for her. She turned back to Ordo and shrugged.

"Close enough for me."

Ordo laughed. "Not for me. Here," he put his arms around hers again, pressing his body up close to hers so that he could whisper in her ear. He tilted her hands and arms slightly, his fingers firm but gentle as they guided her, and then he put his arms around her midriff, leaving her arms free. "Now try."

His touch was…distracting. But Besany Wennen was nothing if not a multitasker. She focussed on getting this one right so she could kiss him again, and steadied herself before pulling the trigger.

The target exploded in a flurry of straw and charred grass, and the mark the bolt left was as centre as Besany knew she'd ever get it. She smiled again.

"Do I get a reward?"

"Life's reward enough, isn't it?"

She turned to face him, her free hand cupping his face. He was alive. Yes, that was reward enough. She kissed him deeply, letting him know.

"Yes. It is."

Ordo smiled, then turned her again and put his arms over hers. "Once more."

She sighted up, laughed as Ordo kissed her shoulder, and pulled the trigger.

It was raining again. Why did it rain so much these days on Coruscant, anyway? Maze grumbled to himself. It wasn't like the weather was spontaneous here. And the parks didn't need it, they were watered by sprinklers and such. He quickened his pace down the alley, dodging a puddle. It was, however, his favourite weather. Not least because one of the best things that had ever happened to him in his life had happened in the pouring rain. The memory still served to warm his skin, and his heart. But it wouldn't do anything about wet clothes…

He reached her building, and let himself in. Passing drunken civilians and giggly couples on his way up the stairs – the turbolift was, undoubtedly, still broken – he eventually reached her door. He buzzed, and waited. Someone was playing very loud music nearby.

When the door opened, she let him in quickly. Slamming the door behind her, she grinned at him before wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing his lips to hers. He tried to pull away – he wasn't here for that, not tonight at least, and Zey had been very strict about him being back early tomorrow so a late night was a bad idea, and it would be very late with her – when she pushed him backwards onto the bed and met his body and lips with hers again.

He was distracted by her touch, her lips, the way she seemed able to remove his clothing without him ever remembering her taking them off, and it wasn't until much, much later that night that he even remembered why he had come to see her.

He trailed his fingers down her bare arm. She had a tattoo there, a swirling design that had crosses through the line where it flicked off, the same red as the others. He wondered if it was a clan symbol, like the ones on her face, or if it was something she'd had done out of personal preference. Now was not the time to ask, though. He dropped his arm and looked her in the eye. She'd been watching him, of course.

"I think I can help you," he whispered. She smiled sadly.

"Of course you do."

"No, I mean I really can help you, Aerin."

She studied him for a moment, and then sat up. She had been holding his hand, but she'd dropped it now. Maze sat up too, confused. Her face took on a distant, cold look.

"I have a plan. Admitted, it's not-"

"Don't." She stared straight ahead, her eyes boring into the wall on the other side of the room. Maze tried to touch her arm, but she pulled away and turned on him, her eyes flashing.

"I said, don't."

She got up and began to pull on her clothes. Maze stood up and held her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.

"I have-"

"A plan, I know. I saw it all in your mind. My powers aren't that bad." Maze was taken aback, and then realised she would have seen his thoughts through her psychometric powers. He'd been thinking over his plan whilst toying with his jacket on the way here, the one he'd lent her - and she'd read it off the jacket the moment she'd taken it off him tonight. He tilted his head.

"And?"

"And I think you're crazy. It's ridiculous, it'll never work."

"It might." Maze didn't want to give up, not when he was so close to saving her. Did she even know the effect she had on him? She made him feel like he could take on a whole planet by himself. He knew he could do this.

"Why? Because you're a special army trooper and they've never seen one of those before? They'll kill you. No, they'll skin you alive. And then kill you. I can't – I won't let you do this."

"Okay. Why?" Maze stood back and folded his arms across his chest. She stared at him.

"Why? Haven't I made myself clear enough? With the skinning alive and the killing?"

"That's not really a 'why'. I knew what the risks were before I even came here tonight. Don't tell me it's because you're worried I can't handle myself."

She stared him down, then reached for her clothes again. "I have to go. Got a meeting tonight."

"With your boss?"

She didn't answer, but he let her dress. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and headed for the door. Maze got there first.

"Maze-"

"His name. At least give me your boss' name so I can do a threat assessment."

Her face hardened, but Maze could see it was a veneer hiding a kind of fear that startled him. Fear was something he had never expected to see on her. "No."

She tried to get by him, but he moved to block her way again. "Tell me. Please."

"I can't, it's a condition of our deal," she hissed. "I'm not allowed to tell you anything about him. If I do, he'll kill me. Or worse…" she looked off into the distance, and something feral and raw crossed her eyes. Maze trailed his fingers down the side of her face, and she leaned into his touch, eyes closed.

"I just want to save you," he whispered.

"I know," she whispered back sadly. "But trust me – it's not worth it." She took his hand in his and dropped it from her face, then pushed past him to the door. He let her go. She closed the door quietly behind her, and he was left alone in her apartment.

He was a tidy man by nature, and decided to surprise her by giving her a clean apartment to return to. So he made the bed, washed her dishes and gave everything a general tidy-up, before grabbing his coat to leave.

The corner of his coat caught a datapad as he went by, and it fell to the floor. He turned, picked it up and saw that the screen had turned on by accident. He would have placed it back instantly, had he not been so shocked by what he saw on the screen.

It was a holograph, a still image of a man lying in a pool of what Maze assumed to be blood, his eyes wide open in that same distant stare that the dead all shared. His face was badly beaten and bruised, and he had multiple stab wounds to his torso that Maze could only assume were the cause of death. Of course, that didn't count for the fact that the fingers had been messily cut off his hands, and on his forehead was carved a message in his skin, presumably done by a blade – NO WAY OUT.

Maze was shocked, and puzzled. He slipped the datapad into his coat, so that he could study it further later, and then slipped out of her building unnoticed. He couldn't place why, but all of a sudden he didn't feel so safe any more.

He'd see her again. And he'd change her mind, too. Because she needed to be free so that he could start feeling like he'd saved the one that mattered this time.

Jilka was asleep.

He'd waited too long, he knew he had, just lying there gathering the courage to ask. Eventually, the conversation had died and she'd become silent, and now her deep breathing indicated she was sleeping peacefully and had no desire to be woken up just so that he could marry her.

He cursed his stupidity – he was a commando, and he faced hordes of droids and spies and terrorists without a qualm. Yet here he was, unable to ask his lover a simple question. Ridiculous.

Granted, that one question meant the outcome of his entire life, but he was willing to forget that right now. It was too late, anyway. He resisted the urge to hit himself in the head, as that might have woken her and then she would have just asked awkward questions he wasn't prepared to answer.

He'd have to try next time he saw her. He sighed, leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips, and then fell back into the pillows and tried to forget the shaking nerves his insides still trembled with. Now he'd have to wait another month. At least.

She shifted beside him, and Corr's arms found their way around her. What did marriage matter anyway? They could still be together and not married, marriage just meant that he would never lose her. And if he was honest, he would probably never lose her anyway. He'd make sure of that.

Her breath glided over his neck, and she snuggled up to him. Her head lifted from the pillows, and he was aware of her gaze on him in the dim light. He opened an eye, and made a querying sound.

"Mmm-hmm?"

"I almost forgot, did you have something to ask me? You were going to do it earlier but Rav came in…?"

"Oh, that," Corr mumbled. Yes, he thought, that. Just a life changing decision that you just made sound like I wanted to know your opinion on how the curtains matched the wallpaper. He sighed. It was now or never, though in his mind he'd envisioned a more romantic proposal. His insides twisted and knotted around one another, he sat up and took her hand into his. In the moonlight he could see her eyes, and looked into them. Gods, she was beautiful.

"Jilka…" he began, not sure how to word it now that it was all real, all actually happening. He'd thought he was more prepared than this. He was supposed to be smooth. Gods, he was an idiot. What had happened to him?

"Yes?" she sounded as though she was waiting for him to continue. He probably should, now that he thought about it.

"I…would you…I mean, could I…no, wait, uh," he paused. That had gone well, considering. He cringed inside, but he couldn't stop now. She'd think he was crazy. He took a deep breath, and sighed. He met her eyes. She was still waiting. He smiled, despite himself. She really had no idea.

He shook his head, and kissed her. "Marry me?" he finished up, rather lamely.

She didn't say anything for a moment. Corr decided that it was either a 'no', or she hadn't understood quite what he'd meant. He cleared his throat. "Uh, in case you hadn't noticed, I just proposed to you, so an answer would be apt right about now…"

Her lips descended on his, and for a moment he couldn't breathe from the sheer amount of love he felt for her. Gods, if she broke his heart he'd die. She pulled away, smiled happily, and took his hand again.

"Yes, Corr. Yes."

He smiled. "Repeat after me, then."

…

Mando'a:

Kote lo'shebs'ul narit - You can keep your glory. (Contemptuous and impolite.)

Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? – Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?

Udesii, vod'ike – Calm down/relax, little brothers.

Uh-oh. Jaing and Mereel slept with the same woman. ;) Hopefully she was me. 3

Corr and Jilka got married! In a totally dorky way…poor Corr. I do love him. XD And Maze is digging up dirt…hmmm. ;) Stay tuned to find out what happens next.

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