"General Numarkos, General Rexler," Varun greeted the two flag officers, sitting with Tess and Sera at the holoterminal in Allegra's parlor. After nearly four days of travel using the route marked out by the hyperspace beacons, they'd reached New Republic space, and Varun wasted no time contacting the DSF.
"Captain Numarkos, Captain Daro, welcome back." The distance and encryption algorithms made the holo transmission flicker every few seconds. Avery Rexler's voice distorted ever so slightly as it bounced along the hyperwave relays. "We've read your report. First, excellent work. You and the crew of Allegra's Heart performed exceptionally. You're all to be commended for a job well done."
"Thank you very much, sir," Sera acknowledged.
"As to the information you provided about the activities at installation Rho Two-Seven-Seven, it's concerning."
"Yes sir," Varun replied. "In addition to the Imperial fleet at Eadu, the base on Beta Fonidian Two is full of former Imperial prisoners, and the remnant of a stormtrooper platoon. They're starting to build a local government, but they're in danger of exploitation or outright oppression, especially given the nature of the planet's resources."
Dee Numarkos wore a mirthless smile. "It's not news to you that the Republic's stretched thin, Captain. I'm not sure they'll be willing to expend valuable fleet resources for a few hundred former Imperial techs and prison workers— I'm sorry, Captain Daro."
Tess pursed her lips. "We understand the situation ma'am, but I think they deserve our attention, strained as our resources might be. Even a few auxiliary fleet vessels could make a big difference."
Dee looked thoughtful. "At a minimum, we'll press for sending a reconnaissance force to Eadu. Are you heading to Juraxis Alpha?"
"Yes, General Numarkos," Sera interjected. "We need to return your officers and put in for repairs."
"Good. I know of a party that might be willing to help the people of Rho Two-Seven-Seven."
"Oh? Someone in the Republic?" Varun's brow lifted.
Dee shook her head. "A non-governmental organization, actually. Rim Rehab."
He scratched his chin. "Doesn't sound familiar."
Dee's slightly smeared blue image grinned on the other end of the holo. "It's a group of ex-Imperial and Alliance military, mostly technicians, engineers and civil administrators. They help struggling worlds recover from the war. KTS is hosting a fundraiser for them in a few days, on the Pride of Olminar. I'd love for all of you to attend, as my personal guests. I'll introduce you to their executive committee. I can't guarantee an outcome, but I think their interests might align with the colonists on Beta Fonidian Two."
Varun smirked, "It's the best offer we've heard so far, which is to say, it's the only one. We'll see you when we get to Juraxis Alpha, General."
"I'll look forward to it, Varun. Numarkos out."
No pressure, Taz thought dryly as he nudged Allegra's Heart toward the Pride of Olminar's forward starboard docking ring under Lyra and Sera's scrutinous gazes. With a mild thump on the hull, the docking indicator on his panel blinked green.
Over the speaker came the deep growl of a filvian ixbish. "Capture confirmed, Allegra's Heart. Welcome to the Pride of Olminar."
A brief smile tugged at the corners of Lyra's mouth. "Nice work, Oktos."
"Thanks," he said, feeling a little more comfortable. "I could hardly tell the difference from your sims."
Lyra gave him a playful look. "That's the point, isn't it?"
"Securing the ship," Taz smirked, and began the power-down sequence. Ten minutes later the crew and their two passengers walked through the portside airlock. The Old Ghost's docking doors parted with a bare hiss of differential pressure. Beyond the door stood Joniah Norissian, the ship's tall CO.
"Permission to come aboard, Colonel?" Sera said, sounding like she'd never left the military.
"Of course, Captain Rendix. Welcome back," Norissian said with a flash of a smile. His long fingers wrapped around Sera's hand and she smiled.
"It's good to be back home, sir." She looked around and drew a deep breath, reveling in the remembered smell of her old vessel. Beside her, Rei and Taz were doing the same.
"Thank you for bringing my Second Officer back."
Tess smiled. "How's Colonel Barou, sir?"
"She's due in a week. Twins, if you can believe it."
"That's wonderful news! Girls or boys?"
Joniah held up his hands. "Lily insisted on being surprised." He screwed up his mouth. "I'm not much for surprises, myself. She'll be taking leave in two days, so consider yourself acting XO."
"I'll do that, Colonel, thank you!" She shook his hand, beaming, and blushed while the others peppered her with congratulations.
"General Rexler wanted me to tell you that the New Republic sent a recon force to Eadu."
"Great!" Varun looked expectant. "What'd they find?"
"Nothing. No Imperial ships or resources."
The intel officer's brows ruffled. "Nothing? We know there was a sizable force there."
"Oh, that's not in dispute. The recon team made some inquiries. Seems the Imperial force departed a few days previous. No-one seemed to know where they went, but there's some indication they were headed to the Unknown Regions."
"Dammit." Varun looked like he'd been outmaneuvered at the dejarik table.
"The New Republic has a warrant out for Admiral Jellick's arrest and a price on his head big enough to make every bounty hunter in the guild take notice. He'll have a hard time making any moves in Republic space without finding himself in someone's crosshairs."
"Well, I suppose that's something," Numarkos admitted, though he still felt cheated. "It would have been a coup for us if we could have arrested him and appropriated his ships."
Norissian clapped him on the shoulder. "We take our victories where we can find them, Captain." He turned to the rest of them as they reached the turbolift where a BD-3000 droid with a copper body and green limbs waited. "You'll excuse me, I need to get back to the bridge. Laetia will show you to your quarters."
Taz palmed the stateroom's door switch and walked in, feeling melancholy. His tour of the Pride of Olminar stirred an odd melange of feelings. The ship had hardly changed; it looked exactly as he remembered when he'd joined her crew over seven years ago. And yet, there were tiny details that were different; the pitch of the nearly silent hum of the lighting panels, the faint ozone smell from the air exchangers, the subliminal rumble of the frigate's powerful engines under his feet, all felt out of tune by the slightest degree. The personnel had changed, too. A new crop of young, eager Filvians and Humans crewed the ship. There were even a few non-Filvians.
He'd ended his tour at medbay. Following the battle with the Vengeance, the infirmary had been rebuilt to its original specs, down to the last bolt. It should have felt familiar; Taz had always found comfort in its burnished steel walls and life-saving equipment. But it was irrevocably changed. Doc ReeToo and M'nik were gone; in their place, new medics and a shiny new 2-1B surgical droid. The commemorative holo plaque on the wall of the reconstructed infirmary was all that remained of his friends. He left, feeling unsettled and estranged.
The junior officer quarters he'd had during his years aboard the frigate were a shabby shadow of the compact opulence that greeted Taz in the passenger stateroom. Soft carpet covered the floor. There was a big double-sized bed that could be reconfigured into a comfortable couch or even into a double bunk, a wall-mounted food synth, holo terminal, and, as he'd seen a few weeks ago when he'd first contacted Tess, a water shower in the refresher. He wondered if all of the new Dufilvian frigates would be appointed like this, or if the luxurious accommodations were only to be present on the fleet's flagship.
Hanging on a stand near the closet was a suit of clothes. The holo's notification light was blinking. Taz activated the terminal. Demetra, another of the Olminar's three BD-3000 droids, appeared. "Welcome home, Master Taz! On behalf of Generals Numarkos and Rexler, and our commander Colonel Joniah Norissian, it is our honor to have you aboard the Pride of Olminar once again. General Numarkos has taken the opportunity of providing you with appropriate dress for this evening's gala. My sisters and I are at your service if you need any assistance dressing. Otherwise, we await the pleasure of your company this evening at seventeen hundred hours in the starboard cargo bay. Please don't hesitate to contact us with any needs whatsoever."
Taz smiled at the message. The party was going to start in a little more than an hour. "Guess I'd better make myself presentable." He stripped out of his clothes, shaved, and took a long shower.
After Demetra's message, Taz wondered if the suit was going to be hard to put on, but it turned out to be similar to the formal uniforms he'd worn in the Alliance military. He donned the charcoal gray trousers and a collarless silk shirt in rich sage green with a dozen small, close-set buttons that took him a full minute to fasten. The double-breasted tunic jacket matched the trousers. It was cut short, falling around his hips with a square hem and a low, standing collar. He slipped his feet into black leather shoes and cinched a military-style belt around the tunic with two antique gold buckles. Taz was surprised to find that the belt included a spring steel hook at his right hip. "Somebody thought of everything, didn't they?" He clipped on his lightsaber, activated the mirror on the closet for a final look, then headed out the door.
His tour of the Old Ghost had left Taz feeling like a stranger in his own home, but the starboard cargo bay left him dumbstruck. It had been remade into a luxurious ballroom that looked like something out of a holodrama. The ceiling was lost in an umbra that replicated space, complete with a slow-moving starfield, planets and comets. Every wall panel was bedighted with opulent streamers that caught the light from scores of crystal torches and scattered it in a thousand hues. Blue fog swirled along the floor with a subtle glow. Illuminated fountains and soaring, twisted columns filled the space. A twenty-piece string choir filled the air with lighthearted Filvian music.
Reiko entered the ballroom from a side door and walked toward Taz, wobbling a little on glossy black stiletto-heeled shoes. Her cream-colored gown had delicate lace sleeves covering her shoulders. Its flared skirt was playfully short in front and just brushed the floor behind her. The engineer's jet-black hair had been curled into a fashionable upswept style that perfectly framed her round face, and topped with a golden, jeweled tiara comb. At her throat was a lace choker that matched her gown. A scintillating fire opal the size of Taz's thumb hung at the soft cleft between her delicate collarbones. Taz offered her a bright smile and an appreciative lift of his eyebrows. He kissed her cheek. "You look fantastic, Reiko."
Rei giggled and blushed. "You too, Taz." She took a tall flute of golden sparkling wine from Athenia's drink tray as the droid passed by, before gliding gracefully toward the other guests.
"Where's Sera?"
"She said she wanted to surprise me, so I haven't seen her yet." She took a sip from her glass. "I'm kind of nervous, honestly." She glanced down at her gown. "I hope she likes it."
"Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about, to judge by the stares you're getting," Taz said, glancing around the room.
"Really?"
"Absolutely." A knot of important-looking men and women, all elegantly dressed, had just entered. Taz picked out Avery Rexler, looking smart in his black dress uniform. The cuffs of his tunic and the side seam of his trousers both had slate blue satin stripes, echoing the color of the combat fatigues normally worn by members of the DSF. Walking beside him arm in arm was Dianthe Numarkos in a champagne-colored gown covered with sparkling gemstones and a short matching jacket. She spoke with the other guests, looking like a member of the aristocracy much more than a business magnate and former Rebel cell leader. A grin split Taz's face. "Turn around, Rei."
Sera walked next to Dee Numarkos. She wore a sleeveless black leather tunic over a saffron bodysuit and tall black boots that rose above her knees. Hammered gold cuffs decorated her toned biceps and wrists. A row of toggles made of nexu fangs rose diagonally from her waist toward her shoulder. The top few were left unfastened, forming lapels and a plunging neckline. Tucked into the vibrant indigo silk sash at her waist was an ivory-hilted dagger in a jeweled scabbard. A pair of smaller knives poked out of each boot-top. Her black leather choker held a big fire opal that was the twin of Reiko's. She must have spent the morning under a follicular macula because Sera's short hair had transformed into a thick fiery braid that swept over her shoulder. Her green eyes sparkled in the hall's lights. "Surprised?"
Reiko gasped and nearly fell against Taz. He steadied her with a chuckle. When she could speak she exclaimed, "Doesn't she look just like a pirate prince?"
"She does indeed," Taz agreed, laughing at Reiko's stunned reaction. Sera managed to pull off a look that was strikingly powerful and seductive all at the same time. Seeing his friend like that left him awestruck.
"I want her to ravish me," Rei announced without a trace of self-consciousness and drained her wine flute.
The corners of his eyes crinkled merrily. "Easy there, Miss Hudson. The evening's young."
She looked at him with ardent desire in her brown eyes. "I've never seen her look so gorgeous and dashing!"
"Your prince will be looking for her consort, I imagine. May I escort you?" Taz said with an exaggerated bow.
Reiko nodded eagerly. She took his arm and they walked toward the party across the open bay. Sera's eyes lit up when she saw them. She kept her steady pace with the others, but her smile was electric. Rei let go of Taz's arm and rushed to Sera, who caught her up before she had a chance to fall in her unfamiliar shoes. They whirled and laughed, and greeted each other with enthusiastic kisses.
Taz grinned at the two lovers for a moment. He was about to go greet the generals when Varun and Tess walked through the door. He was dressed much as Taz was, but with a white shirt and jet black tunic and pants. Tess walked hand in hand with him, looking radiant in a slim black satin gown. Taz took a moment to admire the curve of her hips and her pale, bared shoulder.
Laetia approached Tess and Varun bearing her drink tray. "Good evening, Captain Daro, Captain Numarkos. Welcome back to Filve. Is it true that you found your parents, Captain Daro?"
"I did indeed, Laetia," said Tess, accepting a glass of wine. Varun took a scarlet-colored drink in a thin cylindrical glass.
"Well that's marvelous!" exclaimed the droid. "I would very much like to meet them one day, if I could."
Tess laughed. "I'll see if we can arrange that some time."
"Oh, thank you, Captain. Now please excuse me. I mustn't neglect the other guests." She gave them both a little bow and hurried away, her hips swishing in the provocative way that made her series so popular.
They touched their glasses together and drank. "Aunt Dee must have learned a thing or two from Aristotle Karanos," Varun said, admiring the hangar's transformation.
"She sure knows how to put on a show," Tess agreed. They walked toward Taz, who smiled a greeting as they approached.
"Tess, you look... amazing." Taz felt awkward saying so with Varun standing there, but he took her hand and kissed it anyway. He didn't miss the slim, dark lustrous band on her finger. A delicate spiral setting clasped a lozenge-shaped rainbow sapphire. As he held her hand the gem's interior gleamed and sparkled with every color in the spectrum, changing in a hypnotic pattern that held his attention for a few distracting moments. He'd heard of the mesmeric gems, but he'd never seen one. They were hard to come by, and insanely expensive, more so for the solid band of black diamond that encircled Tess's finger.
Taz looked at her, then at Varun. In spite of the sudden ache in his heart and the knot in his stomach, he smiled and extended his toward Varun. The other man clasped it firmly. "Congratulations, you two."
Tess gave him a probing look. "Are you alright?"
"Of course," he answered, only lying a little. "I'm happy for you, truly."
"Thank you, Taz. That means a lot, to both of us." She gave him a kiss that lingered for a moment.
"I, um, feel out of place at affairs like this," he said, trying to cover his surprise. Her lips were as soft and warm as he remembered.
Varun looked over his shoulder toward the doors through which they'd come. There was a small commotion that made him smile. "I think your evening's about to get more enjoyable."
Taz followed his gaze. Lyra stood framed in the doorway, lit by the warm lights that had been skillfully placed to show off each guest at their arrival. She wore a luxurious gown of deep emerald satin with a bodice covered in lacy embroidery. Her smooth, creamy brown shoulders were bare, and her legs showed through a slit in the full skirt as she walked. She wore wedge-heeled sandals with cross-ties over her shapely calves in a shade of copper that perfectly matched her striking eyes. Taz thought she looked a little anxious. His breath caught in his chest. "Wow."
Reiko hurried to Lyra, threw her arms around her neck, and pulled her toward Sera. They exchanged greetings, then Rei took the two women's hands and insisted on introducing the former Imperial pilot to all of her Filvian friends. Lyra looked nervously around the room, but she let herself be led away by the enthusiastic engineer.
"So," Varun whispered to Tess, leaning in close. "That was some kiss. Do I need to worry?"
Tess laughed gently. "You tell me," she said, lifting her chin toward Taz. "He hasn't taken his eyes off Lyra since she came in."
"I can see why," Varun admitted, watching Lyra as she moved from group to group of the Old Ghost's crew.
Tess dug her elbow into his ribs, but smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "She looks gorgeous."
"Almost as gorgeous as you," he said.
"Flatterer," she accused and hugged his arm. She looked over at Taz, who was still transfixed. "Lyra would probably appreciate having her copilot nearby, don't you think, Taz?"
"Huh?" he stammered, then blinked. "Oh, yeah, good idea," he said with an awkward grin.
"Don't let us hold you back," Varun said.
Taz covered the distance with quick strides, slowing as he approached so he didn't look too desperate to reach her. He had to make a deliberate effort to calm his breathing. He couldn't repress a huge smile when she saw him, and his heart skipped when she gave him a demure one in return.
Before he could say anything, Reiko piped up, "Isn't Lyra beautiful, sir?"
"Yes, she is," he responded, locking his eyes on hers. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks and his heart go into overdrive. Up close she looked even more alluring.
Uncharacteristically, Lyra looked away, her face as flushed as his. "Stop staring at me, Oktos." She hesitated a moment, then held out her hand.
Taz bent over her hand and kissed it with trembling lips. He extended his arm and tried not to look as flummoxed as he felt. "It'd be my honor to escort you tonight, Lyra."
When she'd seen the gown waiting for her in her cabin, she'd figured that everyone would be formally dressed. But seeing Taz, resplendent in his perfectly tailored suit, gazing at her with those pale blue eyes full of desire, left her entirely speechless.
From behind her Sera said quietly, "Every pilot needs a wingmate, doesn't she?"
Lyra made a little diffident nod and slipped her arm around his. She turned to Rei and Sera. "Thanks for introducing me to your shipmates."
"Have a good time, Lyra, Doc," Sera said with a wave and a wink. She put her arm around Reiko's waist and guided her toward a group of Ballista commandos wearing all-black dress uniforms with their distinctive dark red satin stripes.
"Nervous?" Taz asked when they were alone. He lifted his hand and Demetra hurried toward them.
"Of course not," she lied with a reticent smile, squeezing his arm against her side.
"I'm out of my depth," he admitted. Her perfume drifted in the small space between them. Taz tried not to betray how much he adored her scent while he breathed it in. "Lyra, this is Demetra. Demetra, this is Lyra Nimor, the pilot of Allegra's Heart."
The droid gracefully executed a perfect curtsey while balancing her tray of drinks. "It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Nimor."
"Likewise," Lyra responded with her usual reserve.
Allow me to compliment you on your beautiful gown. It is most becoming! Might I offer you a refreshment?"
Lyra looked from Demetra to Taz and back. "Sure. What do you recommend?"
The droid delicately plucked a flower-shaped glass from the tray. Interleaved golden petals formed the bowl, with green and blue leaves running up the slender stem. "I hope this is to your liking, Miss Nimor."
Lyra took a drink. As soon as her lips touched the clear liquid it turned pale pink. The taste was cool, refreshing, and appropriately floral. "Sakoola blossom honey wine," she said, amazed and wide-eyed. "How did you know?"
Demetra wagged her finger. "A hostess never reveals her secrets, Miss Nimor." She picked up a square tumbler of cut crystal. The dark amber liquor swirled with golden currents. "Aurobon whiskey for the gentleman, isn't that right, Master Taz?"
"It is, thank you, Demetra."
"It's truly my pleasure, Master Taz. You must excuse me, there are other guests to be served. It's delightful to meet you, Miss Nimor. I do hope you enjoy the evening, and you as well, Master Taz!" She bowed again, less formally this time, and hurried off.
Lyra took another sip. The drink turned a rich purple. "Did you tell her I'm from Inusagi?"
"I'd like to take the credit, but I'll bet it was Reiko or Kallista. Is it okay?"
She had a faraway look. "I was just thinking how much I miss home sometimes. It's... been a while since I've been back."
"We should go," Taz said, "if you don't mind company, I mean."
Lyra didn't answer, but her eyes sparkled.
"You looked uncomfortable meeting everyone."
"A few months ago, this ship and every member of her crew were my enemies. I feel like I'm on hostile ground, even though I know it's silly."
"That's okay," he said. "I can't say I wouldn't feel the same if I were in your place. Speaking of which, there are two more people I'd like you to meet." He took her hand and started to cross the bay.
"Who are they?"
"Our hosts," he answered. The two generals had settled near a scintillating cold plasma fountain, and, temporarily at least, were unmolested. He felt Lyra stiffen as they approached, and let his hand slip down to the small of her back in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture.
"Good evening, General Numarkos, General Rexler," Taz said. He took Dee's offered hand.
"Hello, Taz! I'm so happy to see you here tonight."
"We're happy to be here, General." He turned to Rexler and shook his hand. "Thank you for having us, General Rexler."
"You're always welcome on the Old Ghost, Mister Oktos."
"Generals, this is Lyra Nimor, our pilot." Then to her: "Lyra, this is General Avery Rexler, Chief of Staff for the Dulfilvian Sector Defense Forces."
"Avery," he said, shaking Lyra's hand. "It's a pleasure to have you aboard the Pride of Olminar, Miss Nimor."
"Thank you, General," she said, feeling hesitant. He had the bearing of an Imperial officer; not at all like what she'd imagined a Rebel commander would be. "You have an amazing ship. Thank you for welcoming me."
"And this is General Dianthe Numarkos, Chief of Operations for the DSDF, and Chief Operating Officer of Karanos Transport Systems."
"Please, call me Dee," Numarkos said, taking her hand. Guessing at her unease, she added, "You're amongst friends here, Lyra." She gave the other woman a conspiratorial wink. "Now tell me, how were Taz and my nephew during your trip? They didn't chew your ear off, did they? We Filvians can be real talkers."
She felt her nervousness recede a little. "No ma'am. Not much, anyway." She took a drink and snuck a glance at Taz.
"It's Dee, Lyra." She gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "Hard to get out of the military mindset, even after leaving, isn't it?"
"Sometimes, ma— Dee," answered the pilot with a nervous laugh.
"And I wouldn't be surprised if you're feeling a little out of place, being a former Imperial officer on a ship full of former Rebels."
Lyra made a half-hearted shrug. "A little, to be honest."
"You can rest easy, and I think you'll find you have some company in that regard."
"Oh?" she said, her curiosity aroused.
"Indeed," Dee said with a bright smile before she grew solemn. "Lyra, Rex and I are so very happy that you're here with us. You saved the lives of people who are very dear to us. I know it can't have been easy for you to take up arms against your former comrades."
"No," she agreed, glancing back and forth between the two flag officers and finishing her wine. Demetra swept in and took her empty glass. "Rendix— Sera reminded me not too long ago that sometimes bad choices are all we have. But they're my crewmates, and... people I care about. I couldn't live with myself if I'd let anything happen to them."
Dee took both of her hands. "Well, I can never repay your kindness or your sacrifice, but I want you to know how much I truly appreciate what you did for them." Then she pulled Lyra into a brief, heartfelt embrace and kissed her cheek before releasing her. "Filvians aren't just chatty. We put great stock in our friends and families. You're a member of the family now, Lyra, like it or not."
"That's..." Lyra's smile didn't quite hide her diffidence. "I've been hearing that a lot, lately. I'm grateful." Unconsciously she took a step toward Taz until she brushed against him. His hand felt warm and comforting when he let it settle at the small of her back again.
Taz looked across the hall at Sera and Rei, who were back to admiring each other as if they were the only two people in the universe. "Your idea, General?"
"As I told your beautiful companion, it's just Dee tonight, Taz," Dianthe chided him lightly, and slipped her arm around Rexler's. Her eyes danced playfully. "And yes, I'll admit to having a hand in choosing your wardrobes. I hope you aren't disappointed. Lyra, that dress looks stunning on you. I do hope you like it."
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever worn, Dee. Thank you."
Dee leaned in close. "The young man with you tonight thinks so too." Lyra's cheeks burned, but she smiled at the thought.
Taz added, "My fashion sense is about as sharp as a dewback's, so I'm grateful for any help I can get. Besides," he watched Sera and Rei with a broad smile, "I think you made some fantasies come true tonight."
Dee laughed and looked delighted. "I hope so."
"You've taken your role as a Force user to heart," Rexler observed, nodding at Aurora Ascendant hanging from his belt. "I met a few Jedi, before the purge."
"I'm no Jedi, General, but I'm not going to run from my abilities, either."
"You used them to good effect at Jakku, and more recently, as I hear."
"Can't take the medic out of the man, I suppose, sir." He glanced around. "Anyway, I'm not used to seeing the bay so empty, or so festive."
Rexler looked sober. "She'll be back to hosting her flight of A-wings and their crews soon enough." At that moment a trio of the wedge-shaped interceptors passed the hanger portal, their Novaldex Event Horizon engines glowing at a mere fraction of their powerful potential. "For tonight, I'm happy that she can play host to wealthy guests and honored friends."
"Ugh," Dee said suddenly, looking toward the open hangar portal. "That Algarian harpie Kloriz Balfour has arrived with her harem in tow." A shiny golden Starglider luxury shuttle slipped to a halt, its boarding port poking through the glowing white containment field. "I swear, you can see that gaudy ship from a parsec away." A short woman swathed in furs and jewels, and attended by a half dozen bare-chested Twi'lek males walked into the hangar.
Avery patted her hand. "She has a certain image to maintain, after all."
"If she didn't have the ear of BlasTech's managing director in this sector..." She looked at the three of them with a mix of resignation and annoyance. "You two look wonderful. Please do enjoy yourselves tonight." With that, she took Rexler's arm and they walked away, diplomatic smiles fixed firmly.
Lyra watched them go and took Taz's arm again. She looked much more at ease. "We didn't have commanders like that."
Taz chuckled. "Would you believe they're both Arkanis Academy grads?"
"Not surprised about General Rexler, but Numarkos too?"
"Yep. You'd never know it, though."
"She's nothing like what I expected."
"A lot of our crew were pretty young. The generals were sort of like parents to all of us."
Lyra smiled. "I'd never have thought of any of my COs as parents."
The ambient music faded, and Demetra's voice issued from speakers throughout the hall. "Gentlebeings, on behalf of our host, Madam Dianthe Numarkos-nagrasha, welcome one and all to our gala. If you'll make your way to the portside gallery, dinner will be served presently. Please take the seat indicated on your gala pass, or see one of my lovely and graceful sisters if you need any assistance whatsoever."
"Do we have gala passes?" Lyra asked.
Taz felt his pockets. "I didn't receive one." He shrugged. "I'm sure it's just an oversight."
Lyra and Taz fell in with the crowd. The connecting corridor between the starboard and port hangars had been dressed up with subdued lighting and holo panels depicting artists' interpretations of a dozen worlds. In each, beautiful vistas alternated with the depredations of war. Taz stiffened as he recognized a blasted climate dome in one of the panels.
"What is it?" Lyra asked, feeling the sudden tension in his arm. "Do you know that place?"
"That's Vrast, where my family died."
She slipped her fingers between his. She smiled softly, her expression sad and comforting at the same time.
Taz shook off the gloomy memory and forced a smile. "The point of tonight is to help make sure there aren't any more Inusagis or Vrasts."
The portside gallery was brighter, decorated in much the same way as the starboard reception hall had been. The music here came courtesy of a quintet playing ethereal-sounding themes on electronic instruments.
As soon as they emerged, Kallista pulled them from the crowd to join Tess, Varun, Sera, and Reiko. "Good evening Mistress Lyra, Master Taz, If you'll follow me please, I'll escort you to your table."
She led them all the way to the far end of the hall near the hangar's open portal. A raised dais had been erected there with a long table. Lyra saw the two generals seated at the very center. To the right of Dee Numarkos sat a half dozen beings, including a woman she was sure was Dathomirian. The seats to Avery Rexler's left were empty. Kalli led the group to that side of the dais and extended her arm. "Mistress Dianthe Numarkos-nagrasha has requested the honor of your company at the head table tonight. Captain Numarkos-nagrasha, please take the seat beside General Rexler with your beautiful fiancee. Mistresses Sera and Reiko, if you would kindly follow, then Mistress Lyra and Master Taz, if you please."
The crew of Allegra's Heart exchanged astonished glances. Varun and Tess seemed unfazed. They followed Kallista up the steps and took the seats she'd indicated.
Sera leaned over and whispered to Tess, "You two knew about this?"
Tess smiled. "General Numarkos informed us this afternoon." To Sera's uncertain look she added, "You won't have to make a speech or anything. At least I don't think you will." Her smile grew and she had a roguish look about her. "You're all heroes. Enjoy the night. You deserve it."
Sera looked at Reiko, who blushed with delight as Kallista placed gold-plated dinnerware before them and then brought glasses of wine and mineral water. She squeezed Sera's hand under the table. "This is amazing, isn't it Sera-sha?"
"It sure is." She touched the long braid over her shoulder and eyed the approaching service droids with their trays of food. "I'm starving."
Reiko laughed lightly. "That's the follicular net. It grows hair at a phenomenal rate through targeted metabolic acceleration, but you end up hungry as a blixus, even with nutritional supplements."
"Hungry doesn't cover it, Rei-sha. I'm ravenous."
"Your hair looks soooo beautiful, though. Will you keep it?"
"Haven't decided yet. It's... a big change."
Reiko pouted. "Please, Sera-sha. Try it for a while, for me."
From her other shoulder, Tess added, "I think it suits you, Captain Rendix."
Sera's eyes narrowed. "Did the two of you plan this?"
"Not at all," Tess said, looking perfectly innocent. "I've been thinking of growing mine out, the way I used to wear it."
Sera looked back at Rei, who smiled and implored with her pretty eyes. She sighed. "I really can't say no to you, can I?"
"Of course not, and that's why I love you, Sera-sha!"
Serving began as soon as the guests found their seats. They dined on eight decadent courses prepared by the top chefs in the sector. Conscious of her position on the dais and the eyes of dozens of wealthy citizens and business beings, Sera resisted her desire to eat seconds and thirds of every dish set before her.
As plates were cleared, Kalli served little tartlets, puddings, and cakes. The server droids came swiftly behind, filling small glasses with ruby-colored, sweet-smelling brandy.
Dee Numarkos stood; the murmuring conversations and clinking of dinnerware died away. "Thank you all for coming tonight. As we celebrate the Festival of Stars, it pleases me to see so many dear friends and colleagues." She raised the little glass of dessert brandy. "On behalf of Karanos Transport Systems, I welcome each of you." She sipped from the glass, and the assembly followed.
"We're all here tonight because the galaxy is in need. I do apologize for the uncomfortable images you saw coming into the gallery, but the reality is that, while we sit here tonight, secure and sated on the very best dishes the sector has on offer, billions of our fellow citizens throughout the vast galaxy live desperate existences. They're ravaged by decades of war, centuries of neglect, and subject to the predations of warlords, pirate bands, crime syndicates, and oppressive regimes.
"Twenty-five years ago we ended a disastrous war by granting absolute authority to a senator. He did what all men do when handed such unchecked power; he became a dictator. Emperor Palpatine imposed order by crushing the aspirations of thousands of systems in a steel fist. His answer to the independent worlds that refused to be cowed was to grind them underfoot. And when that failed, he brought his entire regime crashing down in an act of self-destructive insanity on a scale never before witnessed.
"From the debris of an orbital battle station over Endor and the burning wreckage on the sands of Jakku, the New Republic arose, promising an end to the Empire's oppression." She flashed an uncertain smile. "I would like to believe the lofty words of our senators and leaders. I sincerely believe that many have their hearts in the right place. Perhaps most of them do, when they begin. But we see the inevitable result time after time. Inaction, corruption, neglect. Too often that is the best our leaders can manage, even for the Core worlds and those nearby. Here in the Mid Rim, we can charitably consider the New Republic, or indeed any central galactic authority, to be little more than an absent overlord. Benign neglect has been our lot for centuries. In the Freestanding Sectors and the fringes of the Outer Rim, the force of government is felt very little, if at all.
"Meanwhile, we've achieved peace, but the galaxy is far from peaceful." The starfield behind Dee faded, replaced by images of Imperial warships. "Until a few days ago a hidden fleet lay near Eadu, commanded by a renegade former Imperial task force commander. His dozens of vessels do not seem very threatening, yet if not for the bravery of an intrepid few we might even now be witnessing the resurgence of war."
Dee extended her arm toward Varun, Tess, and the crew of Allegra's Heart. "Some of you will recognize dear kaashuub who have joined us tonight." The scenes behind her shifted to holos of Rho-277 and the battle that Allegra's Heart had waged with the Kantorius. When it fired its miniature superlaser the room erupted with gasps; everyone recognized the same kind of terror weapon the Empire had employed at places like Jedha, Scarif, and Alderaan.
"The commander of that task force was planning to deploy scores of ships like these in the Outer Rim. It could have meant another war, millions more lives shattered, more years of suffering. Thankfully, these brave women and men learned of the plan and disrupted it, almost perishing in the process. They deserve our gratitude." Rexler stood with her as Dee raised her glass again. These are the gallant members of the Rixon Charter Service: Captain Sera Rendix, Reiko Hudson, and Taz Oktos, lately our companions in Sector Force Seven-Six-Seven—"
"RAZORCLAW!" cried the Olminar's crew and Ballista commandos, drawing shocked looks from the other guests. Heedless, the ex-Rebels rose from their tables and hoisted their glasses high.
"Quite right." Dee said, smiling at the raucous interruption. "I especially want to recognize Lyra Nimor, Rixon Charter Service's pilot. Ensign Nimor served in the Imperial Customs Service and the Navy until a few short months ago. I'm sure you can appreciate the... challenges that might arise when former Rebels and a former Imperial officer come together to build a better future for themselves. Old grievances are not easily put aside." Numarkos paused for a moment. "Yet if not for her courage, and her devotion to her crewmates, they might all have been lost forever." Dee saluted Lyra with a fond smile and raised her glass. Lyra raised hers in response and nodded deeply, sudden tears pooling in her eyes as applause erupted in the hall.
"And finally, our very own Captains Tess Daro and Varun Numarkos, who brought vital intelligence back to the New Republic authorities so that we could pursue the outlaw fleet. To each of you, our heartfelt appreciation for your heroic efforts, and our fondest hopes for your continued good health and success. Cheers!"
"TOPAA, TOPAA!" shouted the guests, calling out the traditional Filvian benediction. On the dais, even Sera, who normally had excellent mastery of her emotions, couldn't suppress a smile, or the hint of moisture that gathered at the corners of her eyes. Varun and Tess stood to accept the crowd's appreciation. Sera and Reiko followed. Lyra looked awestruck. Taz smiled in response and drew her to her feet, to the rousing calls of the crowd.
When the applause and accolades died down, Dee continued. "The resurgence of war is an ever-present danger. Where good people of the galaxy live in hopelessness and despair, the seeds of chaos grow unchecked. Government can do its part, but too often its part is far too little." She looked to her right. "If we're to make the galaxy a place of peace for its trillions and trillions of citizens, we must step in where governments fail to act.
"I spoke of Rebels and Imperials coming together for a better future. I'd like to introduce you to dear friends of mine. Sitting with me tonight are the founders of Rim Rehab, a group of former enemies, Imperial and Alliance military officers, technicians, and civilians, who recognize that healing a wounded galaxy is a task that falls to all of us.
"Gentlebeings, friends, I'm honored tonight to present to you the founders of Rim Rehab. Former Imperial Commander Hoerst Trenner and Alliance Commander Sorena Sagol faced each other in their warships during multiple engagements over the course of the past several years, before finding common cause. They brought together a team dedicated to repairing the damage of that wasteful war. Colonel Anton Kenzee commanded an Imperial engineering and construction battalion. K'nar Halikstond served on this very ship, the Pride of Olminar as a flight technician and engineer." Yet another shout of "RAZORCLAW!" reverberated throughout the bay for the Filvian, who waved enthusiastically to his fellows.
Dee waited for the ruckus to die down before continuing. "Doctor Palaras Sedaya brings years of experience in emergency medicine and disaster recovery, and Tabotha Luma'No was Director-General of logistics at D'boath Technologies. These enterprising people have already established a fledgling network of like-minded beings with a unified vision to rehabilitate the Mid and Outer Rim worlds that have suffered too long, whether from the depredations of war or the neglect of their leaders.
"Now is a unique moment, one we might not see again in our lifetimes. The new government is finding its footing. The old government retreats behind its treaty borders and looks inward. Rim Rehab and groups like it, groups not beholden to governments, dependent upon their good graces or parties to their corruption, might arise and do what governments too often cannot or will not—" Behind her, the holo projections showed images of Rim Rehab technicians repairing power stations, unloading relief supplies and erecting a field hospital. "Bring stability and peace, restore shattered infrastructures, help rebuild economies, provide relief to those who suffer and, at the most extreme need, defend the defenseless." The scene changed to show a quartet of pirate ships engaged with a Charger c70 cruiser that was painted in dark blue and white chevrons. The double-Resh symbol of Rim Rehab showed prominently on its triangular aft hull.
"I've spoken enough. Talk, as they say, costs nothing. Karanos Transport Systems believes in the mission of Rim Rehab. Tonight, gentlebeings, I ask you to join us. To demonstrate our commitment, KTS has established the Rim Rehab Endowment in the amount of eighteen million credits."
The room filled with gasps. Trenner, Sagol, and the other Rim Rehab members sitting beside Numarkos all wore astonished looks. Dee had apparently kept this news to herself. She smiled at their reactions, then returned to the guests.
"It's a large sum, yes, but a mere fraction of what will be needed in the years to come. I want to ask those of you here who have the means, whether through personal good fortune or through your corporations and businesses, to give generously to this worthiest of causes." She lifted her glass again. "To Rim Rehab and its life-saving work, TOPAA!"
"TOPAA! TOPAA! TOPAA!" More applause thundered, sustained and enthusiastic. Dee let it continue for a minute, then raised her hand. "I hope you'll all enjoy yourselves tonight. We'll have dancing after dessert and drinks. Our graceful attendants, Athenia, Demetra, Kallista, and Laetia, are eager to make your night an enjoyable one. Please do let them know of any needs you may have during your stay. Once again I thank you for your friendship and generosity." She lifted her glass to the crowd and emptied it as the musicians began playing lively electronic melodies.
Kallista walked over. Beside her were Commanders Sagol and Trenner from Rim Rehab. Varun, Tess, and Sera rose to greet them.
"Captains," began Trenner, shaking each of their hands. "General Numarkos gave us a summary of your recent activities at Rho Two-Seven-Seven."
"They could use the support of an organization like yours," Tess said, exchanging handshakes.
"They have a rare abundance of kyberite and the facilities to mine it," Varun added. "The enhanced laser weapon you saw in the holo was made with those crystals, but they've agreed to abandon that work. Instead," Numarkos drew a code cylinder from his breast pocket, "they're making plans to manufacture compact power reactors, enhanced by their kyber crystals. I'm no engineer, but we're talking about a ten-ton unit that can provide power to thousands, and doesn't need extensive infrastructure to support it."
"Cheap power, easily delivered even by a light freighter," Sera finished. "It could be a boon for struggling worlds."
"That's quite an intriguing idea," said Sorena Sagol, taking the cylinder from Varun.
"There's a possibility for some export crops, too. A local grain called sarna. I think it could make a real splash in the beverage market."
The Rim Rehab leaders exchanged meaningful looks. "We're interested in helping. We'd like to discuss potential support options with you. Perhaps tomorrow?"
Varun nodded. "We'll look forward to it. I'll have my assistant set up a meeting."
While they spoke, droids flooded the floor en masse, clearing the dinner tables. The lights dimmed as the wall panels displayed realtime views of the starfield outside. The musicians began playing and a soft glow lit the center of the gallery. Avery Rexler and Dee Numarkos walked onto the floor and began to dance. Other guests followed. Tess stood with Varun. "Care to join us on the dance floor?"
Sera looked a little skeptical but Reiko took her hand and led her away.
"Taz? Lyra?"
Taz had never thought of himself as much of a dancer. "We'll be right out. You go ahead."
Lyra gave him a questioning look as Tess and Varun followed the others. "What's that?" she asked as Taz fished a little square box from his pocket.
He lifted the lid to reveal the necklace he'd made from the crystal Jerric had given him. Below it was a pair of earrings. "I, um, thought maybe you'd accept them this time."
Lyra found herself at a loss for words. "Taz," she finally managed and met his eager gaze with a grin.
Taz fastened the fine rose gold chain around her neck. She touched the crystal. "You found a new one?"
"Jerric gave it to me." He took the little crystal earrings from the box. "Reiko found these in the turbolaser's wreckage. They're about all that was left of the original." He held them out to her and she fastened them to her ears.
"I— don't know what to say," Lyra said softly, her cheeks flushed.
Taz held out his hand. "Say you'll dance with me, Lyra Nimor."
She laid her hand in his and they joined the throng of revelers. "I didn't know you could dance."
Taz looked embarrassed. "I can't really. We learned a few dances back in school, but that was years ago."
She smiled at his stiff posture. "Start by relaxing, Oktos," she teased. "Just follow me." She began moving along the dance floor with graceful gliding steps in time with the music, guiding Taz with light pressure.
"You can dance!" he said, delighted.
Her eyes twinkled in the low light. After a few repetitions, he'd mastered the sequence and he relaxed a little more. She touched the crystal at her throat. "Do they— Does giving gifts like these have any particular significance for Filvians?"
Taz laughed quietly. "I just wanted to do something nice for you. You're not obligated or anything. I know you don't like being indebted."
"No, I don't," she echoed.
"How do Inusagians give gifts to people they care about?"
"It depends on a lot of things, but we show our affection with jewelry, too." She kissed his cheek. "I don't have a gift for you. I hope that's okay."
"I'm just happy you're with me." Heat rose in his cheeks. "I owe you my life, twice over. It's not an obligation, Lyra, it's a bond. One I'll never forget."
A bond. She'd never thought of it like that. Not something she had to repay, but something that joined them together.
He was about to say more when the music faded. Taz was surprised to see Varun and Tess standing next to them. They applauded the musicians. "You two look like you're having a good time," observed Varun.
"So do you," Taz answered.
Tess touched Lyra's shoulder. "Would you mind if I borrowed Taz for the next dance?"
"Not at all," she said, barely hesitating.
Varun made an elaborate bow. "Miss Nimor, would you allow me the pleasure of your company for this dance?"
Lyra could hardly refuse. She glanced at Taz, who looked as bewildered as she was. "Of course, Captain Numarkos."
Tess smiled and slipped her hand into her former lover's. Taz let his hand settle lightly on her waist. They fell into step with the music and Taz kept a respectful separation between them.
"You can do better than that, Taz," she said and stepped closer.
"I, um, don't want your fiancé to get the wrong idea."
"You don't need to be concerned about him." She looked over her shoulder at Varun and Lyra who were talking quietly and gliding around the floor. "See? Nothing to worry about. Lyra's a good dancer," she observed.
Taz grinned. After a few steps, he said, "I need to apologize for the way I acted on Jakku, and on the ship." He looked sincere and apologetic. "I was hurt, but I had no right to hurt you too. I just want you to know how sorry I am."
She squeezed his hand. "A lot happened, to both of us, Taz. Apology accepted."
"I'm sorry for what I said about leaving your parents behind, too."
"It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, leaving them in danger like that. I hated it, and," she looked away for a moment, "I hated you a little for saying it."
"It's okay, Tess. I didn't want Varun to have to be the bad guy. I'm really glad everything turned out okay. Your parents are wonderful people. I'm happy I was able to meet them."
"I am too." She looked back at him and smiled. "So, how's 'Life After Jakku' going for you?"
"How'd you know about that?"
"Sera might have mentioned it. She cares about you a lot."
"Sera saved my life, Tess. I— can't imagine where I'd be right now if not for her." He looked like he might be overcome for a moment. Taz cleared his throat and the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. "As for life after Jakku, it's... looking up." He snuck a glance at Lyra and his smile grew.
"You're totally smitten, aren't you?" Tess teased. He didn't need to respond; his face couldn't hide his feelings. Tess smiled. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had some kind of pilot fetish."
"It's not like that," he feigned indignation. "You were right, though. She's good for me. Sera, too. They keep me from spending too much time in my own head. In different ways, of course," he added hastily with an embarrassed laugh.
Tess grinned, but she felt sad at the same time. A part of her wanted to keep him for herself. "I'm happy for you, Taz, truly." Then, in a smaller voice, barely audible above the music, she said, "I still miss you, though."
Taz chuckled. "I miss you too, Tess. You were the first woman I ever fell—"
Tess pressed even closer to him, afraid of what she might do if he finished that sentence. "I know. It was the same for me." After a moment she looked at him, her dark eyes moist. "I know we aren't together anymore, but... I don't want to lose you."
"You haven't lost me, Tess, and you never will." He held her tightly for a moment. When he relaxed his embrace he said, "We're just moving on with life, that's all."
Tess nodded, blinking tears away. She kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger on his warm skin. Then she closed her eyes and recalled the best of their seven years together while they danced.
Lyra gave Varun a cautious look as she took his hand. They both glided easily in time with the music.
Varun tilted his head. "You're quite the dancer, I see."
"My parents believed in the benefits of a comprehensive education. You're doing pretty well yourself," she observed.
"For whatever reason, the instructors at Corulag thought it was important we learn the basics when I was a cadet." He smiled at her. "You're wearing the new necklace that Taz made for you. He told me what happened to the first one."
Lyra looked embarrassed. "I refused that one when he gave it to me." She touched one of the earrings. "These are all that's left."
Varun pursed his lips in a thin line. "Any reason why?"
"I... didn't want to be obligated to him."
"And now?"
"You ask a lot of questions, Captain."
"Yes, well... Intelligence officer. Guilty as charged, I suppose."
The pilot smiled a little. "Now I see it for what it is— a bond of affection."
"Affection's one word for it," he quipped, returning her smile. "In any case, we should all thank you for refusing his gift. If Taz hadn't had that crystal, Miss Hudson might not have been able to modify your ship's guns to overwhelm the Kantorius's shields, and we'd all be space dust, or rotting in prison cells somewhere awaiting execution. Speaking of which, Tessa told me what you did, rescuing Taz and me, destroying the base's shield so we could escape, and crippling the Kantorius. Besides saving my life, for which I'm truly grateful, I want to say how impressed I am with your daring and resourcefulness. We could use someone with your talents in the New Republic. I'd welcome the opportunity to work with you on other missions."
"I appreciate the compliment, Captain."
"Varun, please."
"Alright, Varun," she echoed. "I'm happy where I am for now. Besides, we owe the Dufilvian Sector Fleet two weeks of duty every year, so I guess we could find ourselves working together in the future."
"Fair enough," he responded evenly. "But if you ever decide you'd like a change of pace, I hope you'll let me know."
Lyra gave him a non-committal smile and continued dancing. After a while, she said, "I'm glad I met you and Tess. My stock of acquaintances is pretty low."
"After what we've experienced together, 'acquaintance' seems a little impersonal, don't you think?"
She looked uncomfortable. "Friends, then?"
He gave her a genuine smile. "I'd be honored indeed if you'd think of me as your friend."
Lyra crimsoned at the sincerity in his expression. To cover her discomfiture she said, "Stop it. You're as bad as Oktos."
Varun smiled broadly. "Well, we Filvians are a gregarious sort."
"You Filvians are an annoying sort," she retorted, looking sly. "Thanks, though."
Varun looked at Tessa and Taz dancing a few meters away. "Sometimes I think Tessa doesn't want to let him go," Varun admitted quietly, looking uncomfortable.
"They were together for years," Lyra said, trying to sound sympathetic, "but I know how much she loves you." When he looked surprised, she added, "We talked a lot on the way to Beta Fonidian. Even more on the way back. What I'm saying is, you don't need to worry."
"I appreciate you saying that, thanks." The song built to its conclusion. Varun stepped back and bowed deeply at the waist as the final chords reverberated in the hall. "Come on, Lyra. Let's you and I reclaim our partners."
The rising strains from the players signaled the song's last refrain. It's too soon. Just a little longer. Tess clung to Taz even harder. She felt him clinging too. As the final notes began she opened her eyes. Taz stared at her, looking as fervent as he had the first night they'd spent together. In a trembling voice, she said, "Taz, I—"
He stopped her with a melancholy smile. "I know, Tess." His eyes filled with tears and his voice was husky, brimming with emotion. The music ended, and they relaxed their embrace. From the corner of his eye, he saw Varun and Lyra approach. He kissed her cheek, then took a step back, still holding her hand. "Go on, Tessalyn Daro. It was a terrific dance we had."
Her expression was full of gratitude and anguish. "Yes it was, Taz," she answered. Then she walked toward Varun, her fingers lingering against his as she left him.
Taz sniffled and blinked his eyes as Lyra drew near. The musicians began another piece. He took her hand, marveling at how different it felt from Tess's. Different, but good.
"That looked... intense," she said as they began to dance.
"We were saying goodbye." His voice shook just a little.
"You okay?"
Taz hesitated before answering. "Yeah, I think so." He sniffed, and they danced in silence for a while.
"I'm not her, you know."
"I don't want you to be."
Carefully, she asked, "What do you want, Taz?"
He felt the ache of having let go of Tess, but Lyra's warmth blunted the sting. He locked his eyes on hers. "What I have right in front of me, Lyra."
Her breath caught under his vivid gaze. "Stop staring at me, Oktos," she said without any conviction.
Taz didn't stop. "Why do you color your hair?"
Caught off-guard, she said, "You don't like it?"
"I do, I just wondered why." He touched the scarlet streak before caressing her cheek and letting his hand drift down her back.
"It used to remind me of how furious I was when I learned my family had been murdered. But now it's just to remember them."
"And the silver?"
She smiled at a memory. "When Allegra went through her rebellious phase I tagged along. She liked pink, I liked platinum. It stuck."
"You loved your sister very much."
"She was my world, Taz. I'd have done anything for her."
"I'm glad Sera and Rei named the ship after her."
"So am I," she sighed, and laid her head on his shoulder, feeling the weight of those recollections. "Can we stay like this for a while?"
"For as long as you like, Lyra." They shut out the world except for the music.
Eventually, the song ended. Lyra lifted her head. "Thank you, Taz."
"For what? Dancing with the most beautiful woman in the sector?"
She shook her head and stared at him through thick lashes. "For saving me. And not just my life." Her voice fell to a mere whisper. "My heart, too." She surprised herself with the admission.
"Lyra—" His cool blue eyes had never looked so captivating, or desirous.
"Stop staring at me," she repeated, heat rushing to her cheeks.
He bent toward her ear with a playful look. "Make me."
She trembled at the feel of his breath on her skin. He was toying with her like she'd done to him when they left Rho-277. That's a game two can play. She looked around the room. "I don't see Rendix or Reiko."
I, uh, think they snuck out early," Taz stammered, surprised at the sudden change of topic.
I've unbalanced him again. Point to me. "Oh?"
"The way Rei was leering at Sera, I'm pretty sure they're... enjoying each other's company somewhere cozy and private."
"Mmm," she intoned. "I wouldn't mind finding someplace to get off my feet. These shoes—"
"Look great," he blurted, grinning in that awkward, earnest way that stopped her heart way too often recently. "I could help with that, you know."
"Are you going to use the Force to make them feel better?"
Taz tilted his head. "Thought I'd use my hands. Maybe start with your feet..." His smile grew, "and work my way up."
Lyra had never wanted anything more than she wanted Tazbarada Oktos at that moment. She lifted her chin and let her lips brush against his. "I'm going to hold you to that," she breathed and pulled him toward the exit.
"Thank you, Captain Sagol," Taz said, taking the datapad from the willowy, pale Dathomirian. Her impressive blue and white Charger c70 cruiser, the Atrix, loomed over them. Its crew of Rim Rehab technicians were busy loading supplies and machinery into its spacious cargo holds under launch bay 24's bright lights.
"Your assistance with the navigational calculations is most appreciated, Mister Oktos."
"It was my pleasure, Captain." Taz was wearing his auxiliary fleet uniform, and he reflexively lifted his arm to salute, but Captain Sagol held out her hand instead. He shook it, grinning.
"Please give Captain Rendix my compliments and inform her that we'll be ready for departure by... " She consulted her wrist link, "eleven-forty hours".
"I'll do that, ma'am," Taz assured her with a nod, then headed across the huge landing bay. He brightened at the sight of a YY-96 long-haul shuttle that was also being loaded with cargo. It had markings of the Dufilvian Sector Fleet. Tess and Varun stood near the starboard boarding door, looking smart in their respective uniforms. Taz greeted them both warmly.
"I can't believe we're going back so soon!" Tess said, looking as happy as a child attending her first Galactic Fair.
Taz hugged Tess and shook Varun's hand. "Your aunt and General Rexler can be really persuasive, I guess."
"They appealed right to the Chancellor's office, I hear," Varun said.
"I think they called in the marker from that cargo we interdicted at Borga," added Tess.
"DSDF still had to supply the ships, though," Varun said with a wry grin.
"We get the privilege of transporting the team from the Diplomatic Corps," Tess said with only a little roll of her eyes. Spying the approaching government functionaries she added, "Speaking of which, it looks like they've arrived. I'll go greet them." She laid her hand on Taz's arm, gave Varun a quick kiss, then walked toward the approaching repulsor taxi.
Both men watched her walk away. "You know, my offer still stands, Taz. The Republic could use you, now more than ever."
"I appreciate the offer, Varun, but I'm where I want to be right now."
The other man nodded, looking vaguely disappointed "I understand, believe me." He smiled, watching Tess with the emissaries. "Nothing I can say to change your mind, I suppose."
"No, but if there's ever a genuine need, I'll be willing to listen."
"Well, that's better than nothing."
Taz tilted his head toward Tess. "She's turned into quite the officer. She hasn't lost any of the daredevil, has she?" he asked, using the callsign she'd been given by her fellow pilots in Razorclaw Cell.
"You saw the way she handled Allegra. She's still utterly fearless in the pilot's seat."
"Some things don't change." Taz's agreed. "You know, when we were on our way to Beta Fonidian she told me you're taking care of her. I think that was when I realized Tess was truly happy with you. It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but now..." He fixed Varun with a sober look. "I couldn't ask for more, and I can't think of a better man for her, Varun. I mean that."
Varun gave him a wide-eyed look. "Thanks, Taz."
"Just promise you won't lose her like I did."
Varun's mouth twitched into a grin. "Not a chance."
Taz clasped Varun's hand in a firm grip. "Good."
Reiko took the datapad from Kallista and reviewed the repairs to Allegra's portside turbolasers. Nearby, ordnance droids loaded the last of the 16 concussion missiles into their magazines. After their ineffectual exchange with the Kantorius, Sera insisted on restocking with Trinian Ordnance Works' CMG-54 enhanced-yield assault missiles instead of the civilian-grade Arakyd models that CEC sold for the YV-929. She signed the invoice, then switched over to the remote systems program and tapped at the screen. The hull's nanocoating shimmered, and the block letters spelling out Rixon Charter Service faded, replaced by the triple overlapping inverted triangles of the Dufilvian Sector Force in slate blue on a khaki background to denote the ship's auxiliary fleet status.
"Shall I send payment to KTS, Mistress Reiko?"
"Please do, Kalli."
Kallista nodded. "Done." She pointed with her lithe arm. "I believe our passengers have arrived."
"Oh, good," Reiko said, zipping the short jacket of her khaki auxiliary fleet uniform with its slate-blue piping.
A taxi hovered to a stop. Two filvians and two humans stepped off, accompanied by an R3 astromech and a 3D-4X administrative model with its polished chrome body and slender dome of a head. Yuzu began unloading their luggage.
"Gentlebeings, I am Kallista, passenger service specialist for the courier Allegra's Heart. Allow me to present our engineer, Senior Warrant Officer Reiko Hudson." She shook their hands in turn as Kalli introduced the passengers, representing Morata Heavy Industries and HyperDyne CommSystems.
"Welcome aboard," Reiko said. "We'll try to make your voyage an enjoyable one. Please follow Kallista. She'll get you settled into your cabins."
"This way, if you please," Kalli said, leading them away. "I'm sure you will be comforted to know that our vessel has recently been upgraded with amenities including encrypted HoloNet communications, plus a luxury-grade food synthesizer and autochef. We also have a fully equipped medical bay. Captain Sera Rendix was a member of the elite Ballista commando group during the war. Our pilot served in the Customs Office with great distinction, and our copilot is a fully licensed medtech trained in Filvian and Human physiology, so you need have no concerns about your health or safety. Allegra's Heart also features..." Her sultry voice was lost as she disappeared up the boarding ramp.
Sera and Lyra emerged from the rear of the ship, completing their pre-launch inspection. They were both in their auxiliary uniforms. Sera's thick red hair was gathered back, plaited at either side in thin braids. She'd kept most of it after the gala, but cut it short enough to tuck under the helmet of an enviro suit or combat armor. "Everything looks good, Rei-sha."
"Yep, she's good as new, pretty much."
"What did all those repairs cost us?" Lyra asked.
"They weren't cheap," she cringed. "Twenty-four thousand to replace the portside turbolasers, give or take."
Lyra let out a long whistle. "Ouch."
"On the plus side, since we've been activated for auxiliary service we got the labor, fuel, consumables, and ordnance at fleet rates. They even rebalanced the power curve on the ion drives for me, so she should be easier to fly."
"Hmph. Oktos'll be glad to hear that. He couldn't keep her going straight if he was being chased by a pack of mynocks." She glanced around the bay. "Where is he, anyway?"
"Here!," called Taz, trotting over from the corridor that connected their bay to the others in the station's cluster.
"Nice of you to join us, Officer Oktos." Lyra's scowl was mostly for show.
"Had some work to do, Ensign Nimor," Taz answered, looking satisfied. He handed her his pad and addressed Sera. "Captain Sagol sends her compliments, and says the Atrix will be ready for launch at eleven-forty hours, Captain." Then to Lyra, "I thought we should coordinate jump schedules and routes. Since the Atrix is accompanying us, I mean."
She looked over his figures and glanced up. "You calculated these yourself?"
"Mm hmm," he acknowledged, looking anxious and eager. "The Atrix's astrogator helped a little."
She tapped her finger on the edge of the device. "Not bad, for a rook."
"Thanks, Lyra." Taz wore a pleased grin.
"Don't let it go to your head. You still have a lot to learn about route optimization." She turned to Rendix. "Need me for anything, Captain?"
"Not until we launch."
"Okay, thanks, Sera," she acknowledged, her eyes bright. "Come on, Oktos. If you send it to Tess like this she'll laugh you out of the sector. I'll show you where you messed up so you can fix it."
"Yes ma'am," Taz said dutifully, but his grin widened. "That uniform looks great on you, by the way."
"I won't go easy on you just because you flatter me," she said, but she leaned against him as they walked up the boarding ramp.
"What do you think, Sera-sha?" asked Reiko, watching them go.
"He looks happier than I've seen him in months. And Lyra's warming up to us, too."
"Yep. I'm glad. She puts on a brave front, but she's as lonely as he is. They're a perfect match for each other."
"We have a pretty good ship and crew, don't we?"
"Nope."
"No?"
"We have a great ship and a wonderful family."
"Yes we do," Sera agreed, kissing the top of her head. "My Corellian DNA is telling me to get back out there. How about you?"
Rei nodded and slipped her hand in Sera's as they stepped aboard Allegra's Heart.