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CHAPTER Forty Six
It was a normal day at the Medbay, as usual, there was yet more upskilling she needed to complete; she had actually been let loose on some patients but only with the help of some medical Droids as backup. It had been okay but a little nerve wracking. Ana wasn't prepared for feeling like this.
Wolffe entered, with a datapad; he saw her and smiled. She returned it, as he headed towards the Doctor in her office, Ana started prepping one of the bays.
A thought materialised.
What if Sasha finds out?
Does it matter?
She was still unsure of her and didn't know why. Since they became closer she had been nothing but a good friend but there was just something about her. It niggled Ana. They had already had some intimate discussions and it was always Sasha that initiated them and pushed for more information; more than Ana felt comfortable revealing sometimes but there was one thing that Ana had never admitted to, and that was her relationships with Wolffe, or Rex. They were too personal.
She entered the other treatment room and closed the door, leaning back against it.
"Ana?" It was Wolffe's voice coming through the door. "Let me in." She paused, then turned and opened it slowly, just enough to see if there was anyone else nearby. It was clear, so she let him in. He came straight to her, hand outstretched to caress her face, leaning into it almost by habit she hooked her finger over his belt and pulled him to her. He smiled and arched an eyebrow in question.
"We need to stop seeing each other like this..." She said, smiling, teasing.
"That's not what your body language says." He replied lightly, leaning down to kiss her. She moved her head to parry his kiss and he stepped back at that response. "Playing hard to get."
"Do you want me to?"
"Another time." He smiled.
Ana gave her token resistance but there was something about Wolffe; the way he touched her, kissed her. He was dangerous and that made it exciting. Rex was a dangerous man, she knew that but it was tempered; somehow Wolffe wasn't and he didn't hide it.
She enjoyed it!
"Tonight, my quarters, when I get off shift." She murmured into the kiss; he smiled. "I'll be there."
Part of him knew he was a little on the obsessive side and pulled her into another kiss before he turned and activated the lock, leaving her flushed and breathing hard.
.
Pushing her against the wall, his knee pushed her legs apart, whilst popping the studs on her, medical overall, slowly, purposefully one by one until it all opened, all the time holding her gaze, her reactions. He smiled when he saw the dark grey lacy, push up bra. He had been waiting for this.
"Totally inappropriate underwear." Even now, she blushed under his gaze and his arms encased her reaching around to unclip it and release her assets. He rubbed his thumbs across her and heard a breathy moan for his trouble.
"I like it." Was the last thing he said before he encased his lips around hers, pushing his tongue in deep and hard. After removing the matching silky pants he lifted her, pushing her hard against the wall. He felt her legs wrap around him; he was still strong and carried her to the bunk.
This one he was going to savour and when he finished, he draped himself over her, like a sheet.
Lying in the small bunk, with his hands clasped behind his head; he watched her as she padded back over to him carrying the drinks and, of course, some food for him. He still had to eat more than the normal human due to the accelerated ageing. He shuffled up the bunk and sat up, taking the proffered food from his lover; she joined him in the bunk and snuggled up to him. He devoured the sandwich she had made.
"Are we supposed to be a secret, Wolffe?"
"No, I don't suppose so, why?"
"Well today was the first time that you had shown any affection, where we could potentially be seen."
"It's just" Wolffe sighed at this point. "I want you all to myself and this being just between us, makes it even more so."
"Gregor knows."
"Yeah, well he doesn't count." Wolffe replied dismissively.
"That's not very brotherly." Ana commented from somewhere in the region of his shoulder. She had slid down the bunk, as he took up most of the room in it. "You always leave early," she continued, "so that people don't see you; it's as if you're ashamed of me or what we do."
There was silence in the small room, punctuated only by the sound of two people breathing.
"I'm not but there are still some people who don't think of Clones as fully human beings and I don't want that shabla Osik affecting you in any way."
"Ooh, you're so lovely. I could eat you!"
"Promise?" Deadpanned Wolffe; he received a punch in the arm for that little comment.
He lay back and smiled.
.
The eighteen hour shift that she had just finished was the worst she had experienced since the huge warehouse fire on Seelos years ago; they had incoming from a couple of skirmishes but all were serious and some they couldn't save. The patients had to be evacuated from the medbays on the ships and she had a Doctor from the command ship who she didn't know.
They had done their best but it wasn't good enough.
She leant against the wall as she thought about the young girl who had bled out; she probably wasn't more than seventeen or eighteen, just starting her life. She should have been at school studying and enjoying herself with friends, not firing blasters at Stormtroopers.
Or being killed.
She needed Wolffe but he wasn't here; He had gone back to Seelos on a "Procurement mission." So Ana had sent him with a message for Essie and Tula, and a shopping list.
She had to get away from Med bay and headed for the bar.
It was reasonably full and generally rowdy, as normal.
Fel put her drink on the bar followed by a Caf; she hadn't drunk much since Wolffe had let slip he didn't like to see a woman drunk; she restricted herself to one, maybe two. Definitely two tonight. Sasha had also had an influence on her but she was currently on a frigate somewhere in the outer rim, so that had left Ana alone with the two medical Droids they had acquired and the supply Doctor.
Ana stayed at the bar and leaned on it; she couldn't see anyone she knew apart from Fel and she wasn't particularly good company tonight any way. There was something other than the young girl she didn't even know, playing on her mind and she wasn't even sure what it was. She was restless.
Ana's second sip of the counterfeit toydarian whiskey, was less smoky;
"We need to reduce the smokiness on the next batch, Fel."
"Had no complaints."
"Good. But they probably can't remember what they were drinking the next day."
He laughed, just as her comlink beeped. Med bay. She blinked, frowning at the message, from one of the medical Droids.
"Duty calls." She downed the Caf leaving the rest of the "whiskey."
The message was cryptic for a droid and didn't sound that urgent but the sooner she dealt with it the sooner she could get back. She saw the problem as soon as she entered - Maya, she was clutching her side and pointing a blaster at the unfortunate droid who was trying to treat her.
"Maya?"
"I don't want one of those touching me."
"Okay, okay...but you need to put the blaster down."
"Promise you'll do it…or the Doctor."
"The doctors not here, he's on his rest break, so it'll have to be me, are you okay with that?"
The tousle haired girl, with the familiar eyes nodded.
"MD2, you can leave now, I'll deal with this patient." The Droid trundled off, reluctantly. "So how did you get this?" Ana directed the question to Maya, gently pushing her back to the gurney.
"On a mission."
"I thought you were support only." The idea of children fighting horrified and appalled her, even though she knew it still happened.
"They needed someone, so I volunteered."
Ana carefully cut away the shirt that was now sticking to Maya's blaster burn, "I'll have to soak this off with some saline and then get some Bacta on it."
Maya winced again and looked down;
"Don't look at it, listen to me." Prompted Ana, "So what happened?"
"We were ambushed; by Kallus, we think."
"ISB Kallus?"
"Is there another?"
"Just wondered if it was the same one as….."
"As what?"
"He was after the Clones for a while; I had a run in with him."
"That's the one, but he's only small fry. Thrawn and Pryce are in charge and they should be the ones we're after. We should get them. Especially Thrawn, He's always one step ahead of us."
"Hmmm." Ana agreed with some parts of what she said but she had listened to Wolffe and Gregor as they'd discussed some of the Imperials and they had studied Thrawn. Apparently compared to some of the other Imperial admirals he was a military genius, who normally only went after military targets, with limited civilian casualties.
"I think we have a mole." Maya continued.
"What? On Atollon?"
"Yes."
"Just look at all the missions that have ended up being a boondoggle. Ouch!"
"There that's the last bit off." Ana examined the wound before finally covering it with a Bacta bandage.
"You'll live." She told her as she helped her with her jacket, "I'm afraid the shirt is a gonna. Do you have any more with you? Or I can find a robe." Maya shook her head I'm good. What do you think….about the mole?" She was sitting up on the bed gurney, swinging her legs.
"I don't know, I've heard people say he's a military genius, so maybe he's just really good at working out what we do next."
"That's what Sato says, but he has to have some agents to get the intel; like we have Fulcrum."
"I think the Empire is very good at predicting our moves, which Thrawn may or may not be behind."
"I don't know how you can defend that monster."
"I'm not defending him but if we have a mole, a spy who has either infiltrated us or turned; That's not a comfortable thought to have. That one of us may not be who we think they are."
Maya sat quietly, mulling that comment over.
"We need to find out who it is."
"Not us, that would be like the old witch hunts of thousands of years ago. You need to leave it to Command."
"Huh. They never do anything." She replied dismissively.
"This is a rebellion, we have enough trouble recruiting people let alone suspecting everyone who wants to join." She remembered her interview with Hera when she first came. "Why did you join?" Ana knew everyone had a story; she had heard several from various people.
"I'm from Batonn." The name of the planet rang bells but she didn't know what had happened there.
"I'm sorry Maya...Batonn, what happened there?"
"Grand Admiral kriffing Thrawn."
"Calm down."
Maya jumped off the gurney and winced.
"Maya, I just need you to explain to me in a way I understand."
"He killed all my kriffing family, everyone I knew. All my friends. Is that clear enough?" She slumped to the floor; Ana knelt beside her. She could see her gasping between sobs and the only thing she could think of doing was to wrap her arms around her till she stopped. It took several minutes but finally she stopped. Ana pulled her up to a chair, set her down and fetched some water.
Handing her the mug, she simply said, "Tell me all about it."
"He wasn't a Grand Admiral at that point; he got that for what he did. Him, Yularen and Pryce - And 'She' even got her parents off planet before it happened, so they were safe."
"Go on."
"My Mother and stepfather; they worked at the mine and we lived near it. Most of the employees did. The workers didn't like what was happening with the mine and someone came from off world and organised them. There was some kind of rebellion."
She had calmed down a little now, engrossed in telling her own story; she and Ana sat side by side, Ana comforting her where she could.
"I had sneaked out to meet my ….friend; we were watching the Imperial ships. It was a clear night and he had borrowed his father's new macrobinoculars, so the Star Destroyers seemed really near."
She went silent for a while; the silence seemed natural, comfortable even. Ana felt it was right that she should continue at her own pace. The girl frowned and then continued.
"Talmoor Pryce, her Father, he was a supervisor of some kind and Elainye Pryce, they both worked at the mine but they got away before the explosion. It was ...inside the shield. They were all killed except her parents."
Ana expected her to cry but she didn't. "You can cry if you want; I won't think any less of you."
"No. I've done enough crying."
"Why did you leave? Was there no one to look after you?"
"No. And nobody wants a surly 14 year old who's spouting sedition." Ana suddenly felt so sorry for the young girl in front of her and knew a little about how she felt, losing her own mother at an early age.
"What about your father? You said you had a stepfather?"
"I never knew my father, he left my mother before I was born and she married when I was eight. He was ok, my stepfather, but I wasn't his daughter."
"No brothers or sisters?"
"No. They couldn't afford it."
She stopped talking again, the frown had gone from her face and Ana thought how very young she really looked. "If you ever need anything from me, just say."
"Thanks." She looked as if she was thinking about asking something. "Maybe one day I would like to find my Father. Would you help me?"
"Of course."
"And I want to kill Arihnda Pryce."
