Kyp and Jaina, because I felt like it.
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The Star Destroyer was old and run-down, hardly the vision of efficiency during the heyday of the Emperor's reign, or even when old man Pellaeon ran the Remnant. There was dirt on the floor, and the paint was chipped. Still, despite the superficial signs of decay, the Destroyer was just as lethal as ever. Kyp had firsthand experience with that when the Destroyer had captured him.
Still, at least he'd managed to kill a few of them when they'd dragged him out of his fighter. Kyp took some satisfaction from that.
And now he was being dragged – by his arms! – to the bridge, to face the commander of this formidable vessel. Wonderful.
"Hey, you guys mind letting me stand up? This position is sorta hard on the knees."
Well, that question didn't garner a response. The white armor might not be so white, and the clean floors might not be so clean, but the stoic stormies were still stoic. Kyp yelped as his knees knocked over a pipe. "Better yet, why don't you take this neuro-collar off? It's a little tight, you know."
Still no reaction. Oh, well. Even stormtroopers weren't ithat/i stupid. Kyp winced and tried to clear his thoughts. He needed just a little more clarity…
This time his shoulders broke his already-thready concentration – the stormtroopers damn near dislocated them. Kyp grunted and tried to wrench his arms back, but the stormtroopers' grip was unrelenting. Just…great. Really.
Five minutes later, Kyp was half-heartedly considering the merits of the tongue as a lock pick. Maybe it was just him, but the expression on Jaina Solo's face was a mixture of didn't look very friendly. Jaina didn't look very friendly. Maybe it was the stereotypical black armor, or the way her eyes had gone all dark, or maybe the massive cohort of Jedi surrounding her, but Kyp was finding her just as scary as he'd found her fifteen years before, on Hapes.
Still, never let it be said that Kyp Durron was a coward… "Jaina, don't you think it's a bit presumptious to call your destroyer Sword of the Jedi? I mean, you're not really part of the Order anymore…"
Jaina just rolled her dark eyes. "Shut the hell up, Kyp. Force, I'd forgotten just how annoying you could be…"
"I didn't," muttered one of the Jedi in her retinue. Kyp focused his eyes and saw that the speaker was Hardass Horn, looking somewhat the worse for wear. Or maybe it was the armor – blondes looked so insubstantial in red.
"You're as annoying as ever, Kyp, but I find I have a purpose for you."
Kyp rolled his eyes as best he could. "Ooh. A purpose. That sounds ominous."
Jaina just smiled flatly. "It doesn't have to be. I just heard you turned down my delightful cousin's offer to join the commune, and was wondering if you'd rather work for me instead."
Kyp laughed. He laughed for a long, long time. Then he said no.
"No? No, you pathetic piece of Huttslime?" Jaina's voice had risen in pitch, and her cheeks were the flushed red. Kyp sniggered.
"You kiss your husband with that mouth, or do you wash it out first?" he said dryly.
Jaina's eyes narrowed. "Guards? Space him, please."
As Kyp was dragged away yet again, he began to seriously consider picking the lock of the collar with his tongue. Ah, well, just another day in the life of a free agent during yet another Civil War.