I sat on the floor and stared blankly at the empty bag I held, paying attention neither to the damp salt-air blowing through the open doors, nor the chill it raised on my skin. A neat stack of possessions, all of which I had worn and used, but none of them mine, was settled next to the foot of the bed, and each item brought a flash of memory:
...A duster, leggings, and ubese shirt in mottled green:
I crawled through the grass on Rori, the reek of muck and mire and singed flesh in my nose, dragging his motionless form behind me. He'd taken a shot to the head and one to his side, and the Rebels were still firing at the faint depression left in the grass. I wondered how his cover had been broken, whether they'd hear me moving over their blaster fire... whether he was just stunned or worse.
I spied the gleam of some feral animal's bright, wide eyes through the tall grass, and squeezed off a quick shot on my silenced spraystick, sending the panicked creature bounding towards the camp of Rebels. I heard their fire tracking the movements of the poor animal, and the body I was carrying emitted a faint but very fluent curse. I quickly lowered him and fumbled with my medkit.
?He's going to be livid when he realizes I left my post,? I thought to myself, pulling out an advanced wound series and a stimpack. I noticed how the streaks of green and yellow left on my medical whites caused me to fade into the foliage; I knew he'd also be angry when he saw how badly I'd damaged the uniform.
Maybe the headache he was waking up with would keep him distracted.
...A silver bustier and a matching skirt:
?Turn around,? he chuckled, and I obliged with a pirouette, letting the silk skirt flare. ?I like the look, though it blends with your skin too well. You look nearly naked.?
I smiled patiently, made a show of cringing, and folded my hands modestly, earning a cool laugh from the man. ?You'll wear it anyway. No one will be so gauche as to comment on how I display my property for this reception, though I'm sure the paper-pushing noncoms will find it an amusing distraction from Lord Vader's upcoming visit.?
He reached for the skirt, grabbed a handful of the shining fabric, crushed it between his fingers, and I watched his lips curl into a little moue of disdain. ?Have my dress uniform prepared in ten minutes, and assist me in bathing when you are done.?
I nodded, curtsied, turned away, hearing him mutter about Imperial grey.
...An intricate arrangement of red ribbons:
I wondered how I was supposed to wear the crimson ribbons dangling from his forefinger. ?Stop smirking,? he snarled in response to the skeptical expression I wore. ?It was to be a reward for completion of your studies, but I can use it to leave you bound on the balcony to dance in a hailstorm until you re-learn your place, twi'lek.?
I dropped to the floor, kowtowing and whispering an apology for the disrespect. ?I'm sure even a brainless alien like yourself can figure out how to put these on. The cantina girls in Kaadara are wearing these now.?
He dropped the ribbons on the floor. ?I expect to see you dancing in this within half an hour,? he answered, sneering as he glanced through the window, obviously noting the stormclouds gathering in the late afternoon sky above the balcony. ?Outside, where I can see.?
...A duster, leggings, and ubese shirt in mottled green:
I crawled through the grass on Rori, the reek of muck and mire and singed flesh in my nose, dragging his motionless form behind me. He'd taken a shot to the head and one to his side, and the Rebels were still firing at the faint depression left in the grass. I wondered how his cover had been broken, whether they'd hear me moving over their blaster fire... whether he was just stunned or worse.
I spied the gleam of some feral animal's bright, wide eyes through the tall grass, and squeezed off a quick shot on my silenced spraystick, sending the panicked creature bounding towards the camp of Rebels. I heard their fire tracking the movements of the poor animal, and the body I was carrying emitted a faint but very fluent curse. I quickly lowered him and fumbled with my medkit.
?He's going to be livid when he realizes I left my post,? I thought to myself, pulling out an advanced wound series and a stimpack. I noticed how the streaks of green and yellow left on my medical whites caused me to fade into the foliage; I knew he'd also be angry when he saw how badly I'd damaged the uniform.
Maybe the headache he was waking up with would keep him distracted.
...A silver bustier and a matching skirt:
?Turn around,? he chuckled, and I obliged with a pirouette, letting the silk skirt flare. ?I like the look, though it blends with your skin too well. You look nearly naked.?
I smiled patiently, made a show of cringing, and folded my hands modestly, earning a cool laugh from the man. ?You'll wear it anyway. No one will be so gauche as to comment on how I display my property for this reception, though I'm sure the paper-pushing noncoms will find it an amusing distraction from Lord Vader's upcoming visit.?
He reached for the skirt, grabbed a handful of the shining fabric, crushed it between his fingers, and I watched his lips curl into a little moue of disdain. ?Have my dress uniform prepared in ten minutes, and assist me in bathing when you are done.?
I nodded, curtsied, turned away, hearing him mutter about Imperial grey.
...An intricate arrangement of red ribbons:
I wondered how I was supposed to wear the crimson ribbons dangling from his forefinger. ?Stop smirking,? he snarled in response to the skeptical expression I wore. ?It was to be a reward for completion of your studies, but I can use it to leave you bound on the balcony to dance in a hailstorm until you re-learn your place, twi'lek.?
I dropped to the floor, kowtowing and whispering an apology for the disrespect. ?I'm sure even a brainless alien like yourself can figure out how to put these on. The cantina girls in Kaadara are wearing these now.?
He dropped the ribbons on the floor. ?I expect to see you dancing in this within half an hour,? he answered, sneering as he glanced through the window, obviously noting the stormclouds gathering in the late afternoon sky above the balcony. ?Outside, where I can see.?