Harbingers of Darkness: Covenant

by Artu Alderaan

Story occurs 47 years ABY and fills the gaps between the EU book Crucible and the EU comic Legacy series. This is a work in progress, but will feature a conflict within the Empire and the associated consequences for the galaxy as a whole. This is a collaborative project. Please let us know if you are interested in contributing.

7. Chapter 6

VI

Walking through the workshops adjacent to Bastion's Imperial government offices, Jaina and Jagged Fel came upon an imperial security droid, an LX model, getting an oil bath...

"What are you two looking at? You have never seen a robot taking an oil bath before?" The unit verbalized.

Jag reflexively looked away at Jaina and frowned.

Jaina thought to herself how nice a hot bath might feel like. She stared feeling all warm inside. Too bad the droid was taking up the entire tub. She loosened up her collar and decided to have a nice bath at the first opportunity. She yearned to wash the sweat off her body. Bastion was recently going through a blistering heat wave.

Later that evening, Jag joined Jaina at the bath.

"Would you like some help with that dear?" He asked smiling.

"Why don't you leave a girl to her bath in private", she answered looking at him coyly.

Jag got up and put his shirt on. His favorite navy one. He did not have to dress into his formal attire just yet. Jaina liked to watch him dress, with his fit build accentuated. She enjoyed the time they had for each other and she knew that he did too. Alas, it was to end, as all things did. These moments that made life worth living were what they waited for in the gaps between the order and chaos of running an Empire and organizing galactic events.

Once she was dressed, together they headed out to the practice field for a sparring match. Jag liked to keep fit and ready in case anything happened, even if he left with more bruises than Jaina every time.

They started, but Jaina was distracted. Jag got hits in where he normally would not. She kept staring off into the distance.

The Force was telling Jaina something important, but she just did not know what. After a few minutes of distracted sparring, Jag called a break. Not even sweating, with a concerned look on his face, he asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Well, that was certainly... different," Jaina said as she began dressing herself gingerly, taking care not to touch any of her new bruises.

Once she was dressed, she looked at the time and rushed off, aware that she was already late in her infuriatingly tight schedule for the day.