AN: Started writing the next one, and woops, saw this one never got added. Not that it's funny, but I finally captured the background and the complicated Legacy connections.

Rank and File

Sgt. Jorgan made a soft growl deep in his throat after leaving the Olaris Base on Taris, and muttered something under his breath.

"CUT THE CHATTER IN THE RANKS!" yelled Lt. Dur.

"YES, SIR!" Sgt. Jorgan glowered at her.

Lt. Dur rolled her eyes: "Fine! Out with it, Sgt. Jorgan!"

Jorgan clicked his heels to attention: "Sgt. Dorne is a DRY RULE-LOVING SHREW, SIR!"

"At ease!" Glean Dur relaxed a little herself, and a twinkle appeared in her eyes. "Ah, you found your dream girl, Sergeant. Good for you!"

"With respect, Sir, she's more your type," Jorgan ribbed back.

Glean blanched: "Stove it, Jorgan."

"YES, SIR!" the Cathar's growl cowed a couple of distressed settlers across the street.

Lt. Dur shook her head. "I am sorry, Sergeant, I should not have made a personal comment."

Jorgan shrugged: "Lieutenant, if I can get under your skin this easily, imagine what a skilled Imp interrogator would do."

"BLAZES, I am compromised!" Lt. Dur's curled her lip stubbornly. "I must box it, and FAST."

"Box what?" Sgt. Jorgan insisted. "Learn to talk about it, hear about it, or you will crack."

"I am a widow," Lt. Dur replied dully. "As of last week."

"A quiet man is a dangerous man, Captain," Lord Becchino said as she took the Fury class starship out of the fray.

bowed: "I live to serve, My Lord."

"Never forget that," she replied. Captain Quinn was almost certain his Lord was amused.

"Anything new on Dur?" Lord Becchino inquired.

"No, my Lord," Captain Quinn hesitated. Lord Becchino did seem in good spirits after vanquishing Thana Vesh and bringing on board that oaf, Lt. Pierce. "One… one question, if I may?"

The Sith Lord looked at him for a moment and, indeed, nodded.

"Why Dur, my Lord? She is but a minor player in the Republic's military," Captain Quinn tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible, so as to avoid any hint of criticism.

"You are getting bolder, Captain," Lord Becchino commented casually, and leaned back in the pilot's chair, folding her muscular arms across her chest.

"That's bold for him? Ha! I want to see him timid then!" Lieutenant Pierce roared up a laugh.

Becchino smiled indulgently at the huge man: "Subtlety and cowardice could be hard to distinguish, Lieutenant. But necessary for one to advance through the ranks."

As Pierce's merriment died down, Lord Becchino turned back to Quinn: "Captain, I keep tabs on everyone who intends to kill me. Dur swore to it publically."

"She is a fool then," Pierce guffawed. "You, my Lord, are a winner."

"The world is full of fools," Lord Becchino responded to his overt flattery, but kept looking straight at Captain Quinn. "I must have killed someone of hers."

"Her husband," Captain Quinn supplied readily.

"Wasting my time is a dangerous hobby, Captain," Lord Becchino's voice dropped to near whisper, as she fixed him with another stare. "You are growing bolder."

Captain Quinn bowed politely. Pierce's bushy brows pulled together in a show of concentration.

"I approve," Lord Becchino announced and rose in a slow, deliberate way. She walked to the Bridge doors, stretching her legs after the long space battle. She turned right before stepping over the threshold, so tall the top of her head nearly brushed the frame. "...to a point, Captain," and with that Lord Becchino walked off the Bridge, leaving her minions alone.

"Watch it, pal," Pierce barked, a threat evident in his voice. Quinn gave him a blank look, while he suppressed the taste of fear in his throat. This walk along the edge of the lightsabre, the test he'd just passed was necessary. Now, he could attend to the interloper.

"A word of advice, Lieutenant. Mark the Lord's words: The world is full of fools, indeed. If I might elaborate on this important thought, all of them are occupants of shallow graves."

"Are you threatening me?!" Lieutenant's eyes narrowed.

"A timid man like me? Why, never…" Captain Quinn smiled coldly and held a calculated pause. Then, he asked pointedly: "Have you ever exercised your curiosity enough to find out the meaning of our Lord's name? No? I will supply it for you, Lieutenant. It reads Becchino…."

Pierce glared. "We, the low ranks, managed to grasp that much."

Captain Quinn ignored him: "It stands for Gravedigger."

He dropped his voice to near whisper, just like his Lord beforehand, forcing Pierce to lean in to hear: "whose graves, I wonder?"