AN: Hello lovely SWTOR fans! This is a little collection of loosely connected stories about everyone's favorite Imperial and the woman he followed around space. I'm not sure how quickly this will update - but each chapter can stand alone as sort of 'mini stories' that embellish individual events.

As a warning - these WILL contain spoilers for the game, so read at your own risk.

I'll be starting this one with what happens after the betrayal aboard the ship as viewed through Quinn's eyes.

Enjoy!

~Voi

Malavai Quinn woke up and that, in and of itself, was a bitter surprise. What was living but having to bear the consequences of his most malicious actions?

He had betrayed her.

The knowledge was as much evident to his mind as it was displayed, exemplified, in the bruising of his throat.

She had done that.

Swallowing against the memory only made his throat ache all the more fiercely. He deserved her anger, that he could understand; but he wasn't sure if he could survive the terrible burden that came with her mercy.

Maybe that was the point.

The door behind him opened with a soft hiss, and with it came the awareness of his surroundings. He was in his own room. Thinking back on it now, it dawned on him that it had been weeks…maybe even months since he had actually spent time in the room for any reason, never mind to sleep in his own bed.

"You're a real bastard aren't you?" The voice was one he recognized immediately, feminine but not her.

"I have to say you had me fooled…behind all that stick-up-your-ass manners you're just as bad as the rest of them, aren't you?

He struggled into a sitting position, wheezing as his chest and throat burned. And though he had grown to know the ex-slave's particular more complex expressions, the look that greeted him was open, simple, undiluted hostility.

Swallowing Quinn spoke carefully, his voice low in the dark, "Hello, Vette."

"Don't 'Hello, Vette' me!" The young twi'lek growled as she got a good look at him, her face flushed with anger, "You don't get to condescend to me after what you did. She might have spared you and kept the rest of the crew in the dark, but I know better!"

No she didn't.

Strange that Quinn's razor sharp mind could still work so well when the rest of him remained broken. Watching the scarlet on her face, he mentally chided the girl's emotional tirade. She was bluffing, of that there was no doubt. There was no way their Sith lord had mentioned a single word of what had transpired aboard that ship.

"Jurhe hasn't breathed so much a word to you." The words were out of his mouth before he had the better sense to shut up, to keep his thoughts to himself, "You are nothing if not an awful liar, Vette."

The blow across his face was thus entirely expected, though the force of it was a surprise. Crashing against the unforgiving surface of the ships' wall, Quinn felt the pain flare, his stomach twist in agony.

"Assholes like you don't get to use her name, Captain." The twi'lek made his title an insult, a slur. And the longer she stood over him the more he realized just how angry she was, how much she shook in all-encompassing rage.

"I know it might be hard for you to get through your head," Vetter said, her voice low, tone vicious, "But you're not the only one who cares about her."

And though there was doubtlessly more that she wanted to say, to yell, the doors to his room opened a second time. Filling the dimness with light, Quinn didn't have to see the silhouetted figure in the doorway to know who it was.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Her voice echoed ominously in the sudden stark quiet. Low and seductive, the words smoothed over frayed nerves like velvet, and yet his stomach clenched in emotion, in fear.

"Come along, Vette. Your sister has sent you a message."

Swallowing hard, the young twi'lek turned her attention from Imperial to sith, "I've already read it…" she replied quietly though her protestation was for naught. One look at the woman they called leader and the young girl was already walking through the door, disappearing down the hall without another word.

There were some lines that even best friends did not cross.

And in the dark of the room the silence grew, swelled until, like a physical presence, it threatened to suffocate him, to finish what she had been unwilling to do.

"Permission to speak plainly, my lord?"

His voice was weak from the injuries but carried easily in that stone-cold silence.

"You are always allowed to speak as you wish, Captain." Her voice cut with its softness, with its soothing accommodation and lack of temper. And though she had never given reason for him to fear her, he shuddered now, shook because of the seething void she had fittingly exiled him to.

Cold control over hot passions.

Truly she had always been the strangest Sith he had ever had the chance to meet. The strangest and the most compelling. He swore his chest ached in the twin sensations of love and fierce shame.

"My lord, I wish to know what work-what job - you would have me perform."

The silence that followed stung, but was not more than he deserved.

"My lord?"

There was a sharp inhalation before she crossed the room, to stand at his bedside. And though he had known his droids had hurt her, that he had hurt her, the expression on her face, the devastation was more than he had expected. More than he had ever thought to be responsible for.

"You will continue to serve aboard this ship as its Captain and navigator. Strategic planning is now to be my sole responsibility, and…"

She bowed her head for a moment, face falling to shadow so that Quinn could not see her expression.

"You will remain by my side on missions, as my support on the field."

Her words came as a total surprise, baffled him as surely as his realization that he was alive. "My lord?"

Opening his mouth to continue, he paused as she raised a hand, halting him immediately.

"Only on the battlefield." Her voice was firm, controlled, but her hand shook as she held it between them, "You were provided these quarters when I first accepted your help. Use them."

And because it there was still too much between them, she turned on her heel and left, the doors closing near-silently behind her, the cloak around her shoulder's whispering as they brushed the ground.

"Get better soon, Captain."

She left him in the impenetrable silence of his room, and though she had moved so quietly away, her voice echoed loudly in the dark. With every repetition her voice, her words, tore his heart that much deeper, until slowly, ever so slowly, his heart began to represent her own.

It was unlikely he would be able to understand the full damage of his betrayal, but as he stared in to the blank darkness every breath sent him backwards in time until he came to the very beginning of what had been an extraordinary journey.

Every breath backwards to remind him of just how much he had destroyed with his single choice.