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Saga - Legends “Wouldn’t it be good?”, an Orson Krennic one-shoot (humour)

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  1. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

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    Jun 14, 2005
    Title: “Wouldn’t it be good?”, an Orson Krennic one-shoot

    Author: AzureAngel2

    Co-Author and editor: @DarthUncle

    Main beta editor: @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    Length: one-shoot

    Summary: Sometimes we long to be somebody else. That also is the case for one of the most powerful men in the freshly risen Galactic Empire. Orson Krennic is not a wuss. He is a doer.

    Time frame: The story takes place in 18 BBY.

    Planet of choice: Scarif

    Reader warning: Please excuse my weird English! I am German. English is only my Second language!

    Disclaimer: SW is owned by George Lucas, Lucas Ltd. and now The Walt Disney Company


    When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
    When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

    If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
    And if I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

    But I would walk 500 miles
    And I would walk 500 more
    Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
    To fall down at your door

    When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
    And when the money comes in for the work I do
    I'll pass almost every penny on to you

    When I come home (When I come home), oh I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
    And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be


    I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
    But I would walk 500 miles
    And I would walk 500 more
    Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles

    To fall down at your door
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da
    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da

    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
    And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream

    I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
    When I go out (When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be

    I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
    And when I come home (When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be

    I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
    I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

    But I would walk 500 miles
    And I would walk 500 more
    Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
    To fall down at your door
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da

    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da
    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da
    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    Da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da, da d-da da
    Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle a da da
    And I would walk 500 miles
    And I would walk 500 more
    Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
    To fall down at your door




    The sun shines in nicely and the sky is cloudless. But that is not the reason why I am pleased. The dark-brown wig fits like a glove and looks like my natural hair. It also won’t come off too easily.

    Since Ina’s death Alexsandr provides me with costumes, special make-up and high security gadgets from the Imperial Security Bureau. It seems that those guys do not only pay attention to patterns. They have a great equipment store and I, by a strange twist of fate, have a key now.

    “Cheers!” I say and give myself a winning grin. “How ya going this arvo? Pete Rayburn is the name. Radar technician.”

    This is not the first time that I am undercover. During the Clone Wars the naive Galen had managed to get imprisoned by the Separatists. I had to come for the rescue. Mas Amedda himself had to give me a carte blanche. The only constraint was to leave the Republic's involvement out of the entire affair. So I had disguised as an employee of Zerpen Industries.

    “Forget about Has Obitt! I did the main work,” I state to no one in particular and remember how cleverly I gave the Erso family their happily ever after. For that they really could be more grateful to me. Especially sour puss Lyra.

    I start on applying the fake moustache.

    The classic way is to use spirit gum, a glue-like adhesive meant for application to the face. Alexandre had me practise that the last time we saw each other on Lothal. We had to go through Ina’s belongings together.

    My lips press together.

    I hope that the ISB agent does not think that the two of us have a bromance. A deep friendship between men can be even more messy than spirit gum and more painful when removed.

    To open up myself to others has always been difficult. My parents always had given me the impression that something was wrong with me, that I am rotten to the bone. I was a misfit from the day I arrived in their lives.

    It has cost me years of training and observation to learn to fit in smoothly. Now I reign every party floor. Can have any woman that I want. Fact is, there is only one female that ever truly interested me. The one who gave me building blocks and crayons. Who read stories to me and held me in her arms. And that person had not been my mother.

    Ina had been the girl next door and over the years she had become my guiding star. She had been the older sister that I, the unwanted child, never had.

    “I wish things could have been different,” I mumble. “Especially towards the end of your life.”

    Electronic tagging had been a bad idea from the start. To keep visitors off her Lothal property, too. In the end Ina only had her work to live for and her religious beliefs.

    My hands cramp around the washbasin and I hang my head.

    Ina had died at a place, where I never expected any harm to come to her: the kindergarten building. Her killer was a lunatic named Saw Gerrera. A war monger and trouble maker.

    I look up into the mirror again, my eyes somewhat hollow.

    This is why I had been with the Republic. And why I stay on with the Empire. To stop terrorists and extremists like Gerrera.

    I believe in a just galaxy, reigned by a wise leader. When the Emperor´s reign needs super weapons and military bases like the one here on Scarif, so be it.

    Civilians never know what is good for them. They need to be instructed and guarded like little children. It is for their own safety. Nobody should want the chaos of the Clone Wars back. Or even worse the return of the Jedi order.

    No matter what Ina had said to me, and she had been a great story teller, the Force benders brought down all the misery on us.

    I huff.

    My own childhood experiences have shown me that everybody who worships a bacteria infection called Midi-chlorians should get electro shocks and medication.

    When the laser is fully operational, I will see to it that places like Lexrul and Jedha are wiped off the star charts.

    The alarm on my chrono sounds through the master bathroom of the Palpatine holiday estate. I have wasted too much time pondering on the past.

    Focusing on the present again, I apply the spirit gum directly in my face and tap it to activate it. Then I press the moustache into place.

    “Not bad!” I exclaim, winking at myself.

    For the next days to come, I will be a humble, but qualified radar technician. A bloke that the military personnel of Scarif will be able to rely on. Someone to hang out with off-duty.

    The executive floor always comes with a lot of responsibilities. Being squeezed in a room with snotty 'hook-nose' Tarkin and his gang of old farts is one of the downsides. They never listen to me. There is basically no respect. And they hate my Outer Rim accent, no matter how hard I try to hide it.

    I can’t help being myself on Coruscant and during my dealings with the Advanced Weapons Research division. But from now on I will be somebody else when I hang around on Scarif. It will be good to connect to people. Of course there will be small talk, too, but at least it will be honest. There will not be the constant fear of verbal snake pits. Just telling jokes, ranting a bit. Perhaps I can even have a can of Corellian ale at the beach with some of the boys.


    Sources:
    The song “(I gonna be) 500 miles” by The Proclaimers (1988)
    Wookieepedia – The Star Wars Wiki
    Jedipedia, a free German Star Wars-Encyclopaedia
     
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  2. DarthUncle

    DarthUncle Jedi Grand Master star 5

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    Mar 20, 2005
    So is this a sort of humble brag by Orson? Interesting, oh, and I need some fanart of this!
    Orson is so caustic, but you do make him into a person we can understand to some extent, maybe even relate to on some level. Even though most of us, I think, know he's wrong that order and the Empire can bring what he believes the galaxy needs (of course, with his dismissive view of the Force, he won't understand what Ina tried to tell him the Emperor is).
     
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  3. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Excellent reflections and transition to being undercover. Orson truly did care for Nagina. @};-

    I love Azure on a roll LOL =D=
     
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  4. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

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