Title: Black is the color Author: Divapilot Genre: Romance/introspection Era: ST (AU) Characters: OCs Summary: Although they are separated by his continued military service and her need for safety, Breha Solo is never far from Blue’s mind. Notes: written to fulfill two challenges: The OTP Distant Beloved Challenge . I received as my reason for separation “Military Service.” The Celtic Song Challenge. The song I received was “Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair.” The lyrics and a link to the song are provided under the spoiler. The two challenges dovetailed nicely into each other! ‘Nother note: This story takes place later in the timeline of “The General’s Wife.” Spoilers for that story ahead (if you can call it that; anyone who has ever read my stuff knows exactly what will happen when my OCs cross paths…) *** Spoiler: Song lyrics “Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” choral scholars of University College Dublin Lyrics: Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes And how I wish the day would come When she and I can be as one. I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep I write her letters just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands. *** Someone once said that a medic’s life was days of tedium interrupted by moments of sheer terror and chaos, and Blue couldn’t argue with that now. The last six hours had been nonstop; one battle wound after another, until finally there seemed to be a slowing of the casualties. He looked around at the few remaining tables. The most seriously wounded were being treated by the medical droids, and the few who waited their turn didn’t seem to be in any danger. Those who had been treated were being sent to recovery rooms, with healer assistants and droids accompanying them. With most of the patients being redirected, the biohazard mouse droids had emerged and were beginning to clear the area of the splatter and gore of a trauma center. The human surgeon in charge, Dr. Ha’annok, came over and stood beside Blue to survey the room with him. After a moment, she spoke quietly. “We’ve got this under control,” Dr. Ha’annok said. She turned to the younger medic. “How are you doing, Sargeant?” Blue sighed and looked at his hands. “Not as well as when I started, ma’am,” he admitted. Fatigue had taken hold, and the shaking was becoming more obvious. Dr. Ha’annok nodded with understanding. “Look,” she said. “You aren’t any good to anyone anymore. As much as I respect you, Blue, a droid would patch things up more cleanly than you could at this point. Why don’t you take a break?” Blue nodded. He thanked his commanding officer, then, assured that the remaining patients were taken care of, he logged out of his medpad. He made his way to the sterilizer where he decontaminated himself of any infectious agents he may have been exposed to during the surgeries, then exited through the bio-barrier and into the corridor. People jostled him in the narrow passageway of the medical frigate. He made his way down the corridor until he found a small quiet area off to the side, and he put his back to the wall and slid down to a seated position on the floor. Blue wearily pushed his surgical cap back off of his head, then loosened the band that held his long hair in a tight, neat knot and shook it loose. He caught his breath and closed his eyes. His moments of quiet solitude soon came to an end when he sensed someone come near him. He opened his eyes to see a young woman approach— he recognized her as the Zeltron communications officer, Virina. She sat down beside him. Her short pink hair brushed the side of her face. “I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” she said quietly. “I just need to catch my breath.” “It’s fine. You can stay,” Blue replied. She glanced nervously into the corridor, still busy with personnel, droids, and medical patients. “This is my first tour,” she explained. “I thought I knew what to expect. I had all the training, all the instruction -- but seeing the wounded coming in like that was unreal.” He grunted in acknowledgement and twisted his surgical cap in his hands. “It’s my third year. It could be worse. I’d rather have it busy with survivors than quiet with body identification duty.” A silence fell between them again. Virina stared into the distance, lost in her own thoughts. Finally she spoke. “All that pain. I can feel their suffering in my own body. It’s the price of being an empath,” she said. She paused, then asked quietly, “How do you get through days like these?” Blue tilted his head as he looked over at her. “I try to think why I’m doing it. What it’s all for.” “It’s overwhelming.” She shook her head. “Does what we do help, I wonder? Is it worth it?” “Yes,” he said sharply. She looked up, surprised at his reaction. He rubbed his eyes again as another wave of fatigue washed over him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I mean -- yes, it’s worth it. To protect the ones we love.” Virina leaned back against the wall. “I suppose.” She thought for a moment. “I’ve found that people are either fighting for something or fighting to get away from something,” she said. She placed her hands on her lap and smoothed the fabric of her tunic. “It’s a bit of both for me. I remember stories of what happened to Zeltrons under the old empire, and I didn’t want to see that come back under the First Order. I have no intention of ever being on the end of some gangster’s chain. The quickest way to avoid that destiny was to join the Resistance and help put an end to the new slave trade before it started. They took me in, and here I am.” She looked up, and her amber eyes met his purple ones. “What about you, Sargeant? Are you running away from something or fighting for something?” Blue stretched and flexed his tired shoulder. “I started out running away from something, too. But now…” His voice trailed off. “Now I’m fighting for someone. If I can do my part to end the horror of the First Order, then I can protect her.” They sat in silence for a moment, then she spoke again. “She must be special, this woman,” Virina said, a small smile on her face. “Is she Barolian like you?” He shook his head. “No. She doesn’t look like me, other than being human. Her hair is dark, almost black.” His voice lowered, and he closed his eyes. “She has eyes as dark as ororro wood. Her voice, well, it’s like the ocean waves. Strong and steady. She has every reason to be hard and angry -- life has been cruel to her -- but she’s not. She’s kind and gentle.” “She sounds lovely.” He smiled, his eyes still closed, as if he were seeing a private memory. “She is.” “Where is she?” Virina asked. Blue opened his eyes and looked at her. “I’m not sure. She’s in hiding right now. When it’s safe, she promised to send word to me.” Virina frowned sympathetically. “That must be so difficult for you,” she said. Blue shifted position against the wall, wincing as his tired muscles adjusted to the movement. “Every moment away from her is difficult. I send her messages but I have no idea if she even gets them. All I can do is pray to Lannash, the goddess of safety, to protect her.” He glanced at Virina. “They say that when Lannash walks barefoot over the ground, flowers bloom in the imprints of her footprints. The soil is blessed to be stepped on by her.” He raised his hand to his forehead and tapped it, then opened his hand and raised it, palm upward, towards the sky. “Gods forgive my blasphemy. But my love blesses the ground she walks on, too. The air she breathes is sacred, and when I kiss her, her goodness flows into my own being. To lay down beside her is a privilege; to wake up next to her is a miracle. I think of her constantly, waiting for the time to be right to contact me, and I pray to Lannash that we can be together again soon.” They sat beside each other in silence for a moment, each lost in private thoughts. Then Blue pulled himself up from his sitting position, and he held a hand out for Virina. She gracefully put her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up. They stood side by side, and Virina held onto his hand as she spoke. She winced. “All the emotions of the wounded affected me. My muscles ache, my head hurts. But a Zeltron has ways of relieving the pain.” She caressed his palm with her fingers and drew him close to her. “My people are a generous race. I like you. We could spend some time in my quarters. A night together to counteract the pain and suffering and to ease our loneliness for a little while,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry,” he said, drawing his hand out of hers. “I can’t be with anyone else.” Virina drew her hand down his sleeve, but Blue gently removed it and shook his head. “I love her,” he said firmly. “I can’t. I know you’re offering this out of kindness, but I would rather be alone with my thoughts of her than be with anyone else.” Virina smiled ruefully and shook her head. “Ah, you humans and your monogamy.” Blue smiled back at her and laughed softly. “Thank you for your generous offer, Virina. Maybe someone else can help you.” He looked at her, a wistful expression on his face. “I’m hers. She’s mine. And that’s how it will always be.” “She’s lucky.” Virina stepped back and looked him in the eyes again. “I hope you hear from her soon. Good night. Dream of her.” She turned and walked away and was soon caught up in the rush of passers-by. Blue watched her leave. “I always do,” he whispered, before turning away. Spoiler: Note on characters and setting This takes place the ST, in an alternate timeline to my previous Blue/Bree stories, which were set in Legends Beyond (True Blue, The God of Second Chances, One Hundred Blessings). Blue is an OC that I’ve been writing for a couple years now. He is a Barolian medic who serves the Resistance. Breha is the second child of Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo; however, unlike her brother Kylo Ren, she is completely non-Force sensitive. In this alternate timeline, his love, Breha Amidala Solo, is the wife of Armitage Hux. She has gone into hiding to protect her from her abusive husband. Other stories in this alternate timeline are Bad Romance and The General’s Wife.