Author's Note: The following story takes place sometime between chapters 13 and 16 of "Knights of the Fallen Empire".

"That will be all everyone. Thank you." Corellan Halcyon, the Alliance Commander concluded the meeting with the assembled command staff in the main conference room in the operations wing.

Vette gathered up her data pads. In less than two weeks, she'd made a place for herself here on Odessen. The skills she'd developed years ago as part of Kael's old crew had netted her the position of communications specialist, which meant she had the chance to see the inner workings of the Alliance's command structure first-hand. Indeed, Vette was one of only two aides present – the other being the Commander's little AstroMech droid, Teeseven. Given that the Alliance was only a few months old, and that it was essentially a "motley" collection of defectors from the Republic, the Sith Empire, Zakuul and various other factions throughout the galaxy, she found it very impressive. The people here were motivated; despite their differences, everyone wanted to take down the Eternal Throne, and incredibly, everyone seemed to trust that the 'infamous Outlander', this former Jedi Master, would be the one to do it.

After seeing him in action on Vandin, Vette found that she was starting to believe it, too.

As people made their way towards the exit – led by Doctor Oggurobb (how the heck could any Hutt possibly move that fast?) – the Commander looked over at her.

"Oh, Vette. Do you have a minute?"

Vette blinked, surprised that the Commander – Corellan, he'd asked to be called while in private – would call on her. She nodded over to him in acknowledgement, feeling a brief upswell of anxiety as she waited for the others to clear out. She knew perfectly well that the feeling was a legacy of having been enslaved twice in her life but knowing that didn't ease her nerves.

Which was funny. The Commander was entirely different than anyone else she'd worked with. He was barely older than she was, but she looked up to him. Honestly, Corellan Halcyon was one of the nicest people she'd ever met. He never got angry or even raised his voice with anyone and whatever frustration he experienced only seemed to manifest as steely resolve. She'd have thought – having watched Kael in action years ago – that all this would have made for a weak leader.

It didn't. If anything, it just made people not want to disappoint him.

So for a moment, Vette felt nervous that she'd somehow disappointed him.

Weird that I thought he'd be like Quinn. she mused to herself. The stick-up-his-ass Imperial officer had been the most repressed man Vette had ever met. More than once, she'd speculated aloud that Quinn could have made a good Jedi had he been a Force-sensitive born in the Republic. This had proven an excellent way to antagonize him, which, of course, only encouraged Vette.

Good times.

As the room emptied save for herself, Corellan and Teeseven, Vette made her way over to him, clutching her datapads. He'd been standing at the middle of the table during the meeting while Lana Beniko and Theron Shan sat at his right, with Teeseven at his left. Come to think of it, he was the only person in the room who'd remained standing during the entire meeting. His place at the table didn't even have a chair.

Weird.

"Uhm. Is there a problem with the communiques, Commander?"

Corellan, who had been looking down at his own datapad, turned towards her.

"Hmm? Oh, no. Not at all, Vette. You've been doing excellent work." He smiled at her reassuringly. "I'm glad you chose to stay with us."

Vette exhaled in relief, not realizing she'd been holding her breath.

"Great. Great. Thanks. So… uhm. You wanted to talk?"

"Right. Its rather awkward." Corellan turned to look down at Teeseven. "Tee, can you load that message from yesterday?"

Teeseven beeped his approval, apparently requiring no more clarification than that. A second later, the Commander's data pad chimed. He pressed a button.

"So I received this direct message in error. It's probably related to the new directory security system Theron just setup. But it was apparently intended for you."

He handed the pad over to Vette who looked down at the text.

From: Avus Dayne

Subject: My blue flower

Vette,

You don't know me, but I'm a pilot with the Alliance fleet. I noticed you the second you stepped on Odessen, and I've been watching you from afar ever since.

Sorry, that's creepy, isn't it?

Anyway, I wrote a poem:

'My flower of blue,

I pine for you.

Your laugh is so cute,

And your head tentacle things are also cute.'

It needs work. But the point is, I think you're pretty and I was wondering if you want to get a drink together.

If you don't, tell me and I'll leave you alone forever.

Avus (that's my name)

"Uhm. Wow." Vette felt her cheeks turn faintly purple with a blush.

She was embarrassed. Part of her wondered if she should be offended. It was just a little creepy, sending someone a message – much less a poem! – out of the blue like that. Then again, Vette had met more than her share of real creeps over the course of her life. She didn't get that sort of vibe from this letter.

The Commander waited a beat before continuing.

"Now this is none of my business, you understand." Corellan added, his voice amicable. "I'm only talking to you now because the message was addressed to you, so I felt you deserved to see it." He paused. "He did send me a follow-up message, that I'm willing to share with you, but only if you're interested." Corellan glanced down at the pad. "Just click the 'Next Message' button."

Vette pursed her lips for a second, chewing that over, then overcome by curiosity she finally tapped the pad.

From: Avus Dayne

Subject: DO NOT READ PREVIOUS MESSAGE

My sincerest apologies, Commander. That message was not intended for you. Please delete it without opening.

But if you did read it... Do you think I have a shot?

Vette chuckled at the words, taken with the awkwardness of this guy. The messages were ridiculous, but at the same time, they were so earnest, too.

"Huh." She finally said.

Corellan regarded her for another second, giving her a moment to think about things before pressing on.

"Like I said, its none of my business. I was just passing these on to you. I haven't responded to him. Nor do I plan to do so unless you ask me to."

"Uhm. Well. Thank you." she exhaled, relieved that this situation hadn't become more complicated.

Vette was feeling disconcerted by the whole thing. Until a few years ago, Vette hadn't been used to people expressing an 'interest' in her. She'd spent most of her life in the shadow of more conventionally attractive women like Tivva, Risha and Taunt. All three had been sisters and like-sisters to Vette, but she'd always envied their confidence and their looks, and the attention they'd drawn. Then later there was Jaesa – never a friend, but another young woman who'd made her feel insecure. Vette had had a crush on Kael; she could admit that to herself now. But she'd eventually stifled it. He'd been nice to her, or at least nicer to her than most of her employers over the years, but she had no illusion about who he was what he could do. He had not been a nice guy. Jaesa was welcome to him, for all the good it had done either of them in the end. That had been years ago, though, and most of the people she and Gault had dealt with since then weren't the type she wanted to be involved with. Not in that way.

Still, she had felt more comfortable about life in general in the weeks since she'd joined the Alliance…

She looked back down at the datapad.

"So. Uhm. What do you think?" she asked aloud.

"I'm sorry, what do I think regarding what?" Corellan raised an eyebrow.

Vette nibbled her lower lip. She'd never imagined having a conversation like this with a Jedi. Or ex-Jedi, even.

"I mean, do you think I should meet him? For a drink, or whatever?"

The Commander blinked.

"Well. I was a Jedi, Vette." He explained himself. "Even if I've left that life behind, I'm probably one of the least qualified people to ask about things like that." He looked down wistfully. "With the exception of my association with one rather philandering field medic, I have little experience with… uhm, courtship." Corellan stammered a bit near the end, as if he had been trying to find the words, awkwardly.

It was funny to think of the Commander, who she'd personally seen storm through legions of Sky Troopers, as awkward about anything. He normally exuded confidence and poised.

"Yeah." Vette swallowed. "Me neither, actually."

Vette winced. That was way too personal a thing to say. She and the Commander hardly knew each other.

"But uhm. What are your… impressions of him, I guess?"

"Well." Corellan took the datapad again and clicking back to the original message and considering. "I must say he sounds sincere to me. And he seemed a reputable individual from his personnel file, for whatever that's worth. There was nothing to suggest he would do anything unpleasant to someone he was working with."

Vette started to nod in appreciation, then stopped herself, noting what he'd said.

"You, uhm, read his file?"

"I did."

"Because his message went to you and not me?"

"No, not at all. I look over everyone's file."

Vette blinked. The Alliance was still small compared to the other galactic powers, but all told, they still had hundreds of members by now, with more signing up every day.

"Everyone's? I mean, that must take you forever."

Corellan frowned a bit, gathering his thoughts.

"Well, I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I haven't been able to meet everyone in person, yet. We send so many of our people out on missions at any given point and there just isn't enough time. But learning their face and their name, that at least is a start. For me, anyway. So every evening when I head back to my quarters, I have Teeseven load up some personnel files." He smiled affectionately, patting the chassis of the AstroMech droid's top. "It takes some time but it's worth it and it makes for good bedtime reading."

His expression had softened, his light blue eyes dwelling on a less complicated time.

"The idea that there are people working for me, even fighting for me, who I don't even know is… well that's a new one for me. It's one more thing I'll have to get used to, I suppose."

Vette found herself charmed by this sentiment, though it also concerned her just a bit. In her experience, people in positions of power rarely did things like personally checking on every who worked for them. If he was losing sleep over minutiae, that could be bad for everyone.

For the moment, she kept on track.

"And you remembered Avus, just from skimming his file?"

He shrugged, indifferently.

"Actually, I don't forget anything."

Vette's eyes widened.

"That's a neat trick." She whistled. "Is that from being a Jedi?" she hadn't recalled Jaesa ever demonstrating instant recall like that.

"Thank you. And no. Its just something I've always been able to do." Corellan shrugged again.

"Well, I wish I could do that." Realization came to Vette, as she attempted to digest all of this. She eyed the Commander worriedly.

"So… you've probably read my file, too."

"Well, yes." He'd obviously picked up on her concern but seemed non-plussed about it, not comprehending the bantha in the room Vette had been hinting at.

"Uhm." She paused but couldn't leave it alone. "You must know I used to work for Kael."

Corellan nodded with understanding, his face growing somber.

"I do."

She looked up and regarded him.

"You still trust me with… your communications? And the field work, and everything?"

Corellan Halcyon's face finally relaxed. This seemed familiar ground for him.

"You've given me no reason to think I shouldn't. And the quality of your work speaks for itself. We couldn't have raided the Gilded Star without you." He spoke confidently, then gave her a reassuring look. "Vette, what happened between myself and Kael was never personal for me. Yes, he did things I considered monstrous, but so did nearly every other Sith Lord I've fought. He had his reasons for fighting Revan after Vitiate rejected him. When we finally fought on Yavin, I felt his rage and the pain behind it. And I exploited those weaknesses to beat him."

He sighed in regret.

"I truly regret that I couldn't find another way. But there were countless lives on the line and I still had to deal with Revan. And the Emperor. So it went the way that it did."

Corellan's light blue eyes re-focused on Vette.

"For what its worth, I'm sorry. I know you weren't working for him at the time, but that had to have been difficult when you heard what happened."

Vette looked down at the table. Those were old wounds. She didn't want to get into all that right now.

"Someday I'll tell you about my time with Kael and his crew." She swallowed. "But for what it's worth, I don't hold any of that against you."

It was Corellan's turn to nod in relief.

"I appreciate that."

Vette awkwardly looked down at the datapad again.

"I think… I'll send him a message. Just to see how it goes."

The Commander smiled slightly.

"Sounds good." Then he paused, an idea popping up in his mind. "Oh, but if you do wind up telling him you're not interested and then he bothers you again, then absolutely come to me. I'll take care of it if there's a problem."

Vette found herself grinning at the offer.

"I wouldn't think you had much experience in scaring off creeps." She mused.

A small grin formed across Corellan's lips.

"I don't, really. But as it so happens, my personnel resources director is a Sith Lord." He offered, his eyes sparkling a bit. "She's very… persuasive when it comes to conflict resolution."

Vette laughed at that, breaking up what had become a heavy mood. Lana Beniko was the model of professionalism, but she was scary.

"Okay. Well… thanks for talking to me about this. And for being okay about everything."

"Not at all. Thank you for being here." His chrono pinged. "Ah. I have to go meet with Hylo to discuss the logistical situation."

"I'll leave you to it." Vette smiled. "I should get back to the war room."

"Sounds good. I'll talk to Theron about the bugs in the directory system."

With that, they parted company.

Vette smiled to herself as she left the conference chamber. She'd meet with this 'Avus' guy. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe it wouldn't. But Vette felt that she'd be okay either way.

It was a good feeling.

Author's Notes: The mis-sent letter has always been one of my favorite moments in KOTFE.

For the record, in this continuity, Vette does meet with Avus for a drink. He's nice enough, but she decides he's not for her. He's okay with that. They remain friends to this day.

Corellan rarely sits down, except for the pilot seat of his ship. The reason for this will come up some day.

I've made references to Corellan's eidetic memory in the past, but it rarely comes up so directly in a story.

I do kind of ship Vette with someone in this continuity. But that comes much later in my story.

I don't know how Avus didn't know that they are called "lekkus".

Kael was not a nice Sith Warrior. More on him another time.

The Quinn as a Jedi reference is an obvious easter egg to the work of the fabulous sleepswithvillains – if you haven't read her fic, you should!