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Beyond - Legends Saga - Legends Intermezzi I | Bits and pieces from the Ἀνάγκη-verse, ECs & OCs | Kessel Run Challenge 2022

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  1. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Title: Intermezzi I
    Timeframe: Saga & Beyond
    Continuity: Legends
    Length: Series of vaguely interconnected one-shots
    Genre: All sorts
    Characters: OCs and CCs from the Ἀνάγκη-verse
    Challenge response: Written in response to the Kessel Run Challenge 2022
    Notes: This is a series of mini-stories about bits and pieces that should have already taken place in the Ἀνάγκη-verse but that I’ll probably never get around to writing otherwise. The complete Ἀνάγκη-related corpus is listed behind the spoiler tag.

    Outcast – Ayesha’s childhood during the Clone Wars
    The Family Holos – Ayesha’s preteen and teen years with her Wookiee family
    La Bohème – Ayesha and her friends as students of the Academy of Fine Arts
    Ἀνάγκη – Necessity beyond Sway – The main story
    Awakenings – The happy-end sequel to the main story
    The Lost Artist – The next generation, or, how Ayesha and Thrawn’s daughter met the galaxy

    Intermezzi II – More misc. bits and pieces from the Ἀνάγκη!verse
    Song of Fate – A crossover between the Ἀνάγκη!verse and Mira_Jade’s Song!verse


    Table of contents
    Flicker – an older Ayesha and her grown-up daughter Thriyé
    Artistic Differences – Onion and Tashi have a disagreement about sculpture
    Siblings – Rumpy muses about his sister
    The Child – the Force muses about Ayesha
    Encounter with a Dianoga – or, when your beskar'gam needs a good scouring
    The Modified Demahl – AU version of the opening chapter of Ἀνάγκη
    Against Oblivion – the tale of a forgotten helmsman
    'She' – how Matt met Valeria
    The High Clouds of Palsaang – an orphaned Wookiee pup mourns his mother
    Throwing Down the Gauntlet – a spurned writer takes on a major newsflimsi
    Defeat – being released from prison isn't all it's touted to be
     
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  2. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Kessel Run week 1: Write a story between 100 and 1,000 words that starts with this sentence: “Saying goodbye was never easy, but she couldn’t put it off any longer.”
    Characters: Ayesha, Thriyé (both OCs)
    Timeframe: circa 40 ABY, shortly before chapter 4 of
    The Lost Artist
    Word count: 389 words
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    Flicker

    Saying goodbye was never easy, but she couldn’t put it off any longer. She wanted to stay and be there for her mother, but she needed to rehabilitate, to the extent it was possible, the memory of her father.

    She heaved her spacebag off the ground and carried it to the old Lambda-class shuttle, checked that all systems were in order and walked back to the house. Ayesha was sitting on the swing by the porch. Her face was as blank and expressionless as ever; she hadn’t moved a millimetre during her daughter’s short absence. Thriyé lowered herself to one knee so as to bring herself to the same height as her.

    “Ata’,” she whispered. “I must go now, but I’ll come back soon.”

    The other woman didn’t even bat an eyelid. Thriyé took her hands in hers and held them tightly. She knew that her mother couldn’t see, or hear, or even feel her touch when she was in this catatonic state, but she still went through the motions. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it didn’t.

    “This is important, Ata’,” she continued. “This is about Ada’. This is about him being remembered for the good things he did. The Galaxy should know that he wasn’t just a warlord who was defeated by the New Republic. They should know that, before they’d even heard of him, he and his fleet sacrificed so much to keep the Far Outsiders at bay.”

    There was a long silence. “I wish I could have discussed this with you, Ata’, but it hasn’t been possible these last months. Now I have to go. But I promise I’ll make you proud. This sculpt… it’ll be like what Ada’ used to say about the Northern Lights Room. When I’m back and you have an awakening, I’ll tell you all about it.”

    She gave her mother’s hands a final squeeze, placed a soft kiss on her brow and stood up. Suddenly, Ayesha blinked and her lips curled into a smile for a fraction of a second, before she reverted to her slack expression.

    Thriyé wiped a tear off her cheek as she spun on her heel and walked back to the shuttle. This was what made it so difficult, every single time: the nagging thought that her Ata’ might flicker to life, however faintly, while she was away.
     
  3. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    AYESHA! [face_dancing] [face_dancing] [face_love] [face_love] How heart-wrenching this was! The pain of parting is tangible! =D=
     
  4. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    Poor girl seeing her mother in this state and having to leave her again
     
  5. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Thank you for the reviews and thanks to everyone who stopped by to read!
    Yes, Ayesha's back! When I saw the first two prompts of the challenge (this one and the final long vignette) I realised this might be my chance to write up some "missing scene" titbits about the characters of this 'verse that have been bouncing around my head for a while. It won't be quite as angsty all the way though, although knowing Viari I suspect that her prompts are going to awaken my angsty muse more often than not. Thanks for the review!
    Thank you! The first story where Thriyé appeared was entirely written from another character's POV, and this is an aspect of her story I absolutely wanted to write from hers, because even though I haven't written much about her I wanted to emphasize the fact that she's a tortured soul. I'm glad it came through!

    Thanks again to readers, reviewers & lurkers! Next entry coming up straight away.
     
  6. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Kessel Run week 2: Write a dialogue-only story between 400 and 800 words in which two characters have a disagreement.
    Characters: Onion, Tashi (both OCs), two alien artists who are sharing a flat on Coruscant during Isard’s rule.
    Timeframe: 6 ABY, two days before part III, chapter 17: Homecomings of Ἀνάγκη, in a reference to a recurring argument from part 1, chapter 18: Tam
    Word count: 666 words

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    Artistic Differences

    “A chipped bolt.”

    “Boring.”

    “A frayed cable.”

    “Boring.”

    “Hmm. A spent power coupling?”

    “Boring.”

    “Oh, come on! Spent power couplings are great! Great shape, great flexibility, great texture –”

    “Boring!”

    “What’s not boring in your book, Onion?”

    “All inert materials are boring. You want an organic substance in there, something that will decay. It’d make your art alive.”

    “It’d make my art stink. I doubt I’d find buyers if that were the case.”

    “Your buyers are boring.”

    “They put food on the table though. Our table. So let’s spare a thought for them. ”

    “Food is boring. Tables are boring. Thoughts are boring. Coruscant is boring. I’m bored out of my wits.”

    “Uh-huh. Would you like to tell me what this is really about?”

    “Nope. That would be boring too.”

    “Right. Okay, let me try that power coupling.”

    “Ever the optimist. It won’t do.”

    “I’m trying it anyway.”

    “Try this instead.”

    “Ewww! What in the blue blazes is that?”

    “Length of dianoga tentacle, lovingly marinated in industrial sludge for a dozen years.”

    “By the looks of it, more than a dozen. Since the fall of the Republic at the very least.”

    “Maybe. But let me fit it. It’s exactly what you’re looking for. Watch.”

    “Hmm. You have a point. It’d need to be a bit shorter though. If I could make a cast of it –”

    “You’re not wasting a perfectly good chunk of dianoga for a cast.”

    “Onion, seriously. This is supposed to be a campaign piece about the need to clean up non-biodegradable waste from the Underlevels. That’s tricky enough under Isard’s rule. I can’t possibly use materials that will dissolve.”

    “If it hasn’t dissolved since the fall of the Republic, it won’t dissolve now.”

    “Yes, but it’s ooey. Gooey. Yuck. No one wants a sculpt that could start dripping on the carpet.”

    “Encase it in transparisteel. Should work to preserve it too.”

    “Transparisteel sucks, you know that. But… wait! You know that material on Ayesha’s earrings?”

    “What earrings?”

    “You know, the really pretty ones the Capt’ got for her. The ones with the snow crystals encased in… I dunno, a substance that looks like molten ice. What’s it called?”

    “Hmph. No idea. Too bad they’re not here so we can ask them.”

    “Yeah, too bad.”

    “Too bad, too bad...”

    “Do you think we’ll ever see her again, Onion?”

    “I know we will. The Capt’ will bring her back.”

    “Yeah, but… it’s been so long.”

    “What do you want me to do, Tashi? To sigh and cry and say that I miss her? Yes, I miss her. But the Capt’ said he’d bring her back. He’ll bring her back. Now let’s figure out that tentacle.”

    “Right. The tentacle. The tentacle, the tentacle… I wish I knew what that molten ice thingy is. It’d work just fine here. Let me look up the database.”

    “Ever the optimist. Cheeka, you won’t find it. It’s probably something from the Capt’s homeworld, and we don’t even know where that is. Try to think of something else.”

    “I’m trying! But this isn’t my field of expertise, you know. You’re the rotting matter specialist.”

    “I’m the specialist of letting art rot away! Everything should rot away! Like the Underlevels, like all of Coruscant, like the Empire itself!”

    “Shhhh! Don’t shout, for Force’s sake! We’re trying to finish a sculpt here, not to land ourselves in Lusankya.”

    “Chances are this sculpt will land you in Lusankya anyway.”

    “Well, let’s not rush it, shall we?”

    “Ever the optimist.”

    “Always. Now, what about – wait, my comm’s beeping.”

    “Forget your comm. We have a sculpt on our hands.”

    “Yes, but wait. WAIT!

    “Wait what?”

    “It’s Mira. She’s telling us to come to Ayesha’s place straight away.”

    “Ayesha’s place? What for?”

    “Let’s go.”

    “You’re hoping to find something about that molten ice substance?”

    “No, I’m hoping to see Ayesha.”

    “Ah. Ever the optimist.”

    “Heh. That’s how we Sullustans are.”

    “Tashi, really. You’re the most sullustish Sullustan I’ve ever met.”

    “Well, you know, Onion, you’re a Dug. Nobody’s perfect.”
     
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  7. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    [face_laugh] [face_laugh] Loved the discussion about ooey gooey additions to sculpts. :eek: Touching how Onion admits to missing Ayesha but is confident they'll see her again. I love those snow crystal ear rings! :D
     
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  8. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    love the boring gooey discussion and the mention of Ayesha missing
     
  9. Nehru_Amidala

    Nehru_Amidala Force Ghost star 7

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    I forgot how much I love (and miss!) your Thrawn and Ayesha stories, they are the best, coming from one Thrawn fan to another! Welcome back!!!
     
  10. Seldes_Katne

    Seldes_Katne Force Ghost star 3

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    Always a pleasure to read stories focusing on non-Humans, and even this short piece gave enough information to flesh out your characters. Nicely done!
     
  11. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Thank you for the reviews and thanks to everyone who stopped by to read!
    Thanks both! I remember a long, long time ago when I first dropped a mention of the fact that Onion uses decaying material in his works, and this was an opportunity to show that in live-action :p Although I have plans for a more detailed story about a preview of one of Onion's solo exhibitions, and who knows? Maybe this challenge will give me the opportunity to write it at last!
    And yes, Onion is very much a softie, under his gruff Dug exterior :)
    Why am I not entirely surprised that you'd remember them? [face_laugh]
    Thanks, fellow Thrawn fan! I saw that you've been active on the Thrawn front while I was away, I need to catch up!
    Thank you! Actually, I thought of having Onion speak mangled Basic in this story (which is the way he's supposed to speak) but it would be pretty cumbersome for the reader in a long-ish piece of dialogue, so I had to give up on that idea. I also considered having him speak Huttese, but that entailed far too much research for a single week :eek: So I stuck to his depressed Dug personality, I'm glad that came through!

    Thanks again all! Week 3 coming up right now.
     
  12. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Kessel Run week 3: Write a set of 5 drabbles with the following prompts: beacon, arcane, sister, discovery, burden
    Note: Each paragraph is one drabble, the word-prompt is bolded in the text.
    Characters: Ayesha’s Wookiee brother Rumpacharet, a.k.a. ‘Rumpy’
    Timeframe: 15 BBY to 7 ABY, beginning just after The Family Holos: The Crib, and ending concurrently with Ἀνάγκη, part III, chapter 6: Life Debts

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    Siblings

    As a tiny pup, Rumpy had thought of Ayesha as a beacon of light. His parents liked to retell how, in the first weeks of his life, he’d often gone on sleeping well past daybreak but always woke up as soon as she entered the room – and somehow, in his infant mind, he had associated her with the warm glow of Kashyyyk’s sun. He adored being held and cradled and cuddled by her. It was only years later that he understood that she was rather akin to a star whose twinkle struggles to break through the darkness of the night.

    It was after Ayesha went to school that he came to know of the demons that haunted her and threatened to tear her apart like an asyyyriak disembowels its prey. Looking back, he realised that his family had sheltered him from her nightmares until he was old enough to understand that she had fallen victim to the dark side of the arcane energy field called the Force. He had thought it natural that she hardly ever left their treehouse until then, but he realised, once she began to go out, that she had actually been shielding herself from the world.

    Ayesha’s daily encounters with strangers who reminded her of threats from her past now regularly triggered what their parents had dubbed ‘episodes’, and seeing his sister reduced to a screaming, flailing mess made Rumpy fiercely protective of her. Oftentimes, after their Ata’ had calmed her down and tucked her in bed, Rumpy would tiptoe out of his room to curl up at her side. He knew that he couldn’t defend her against the ghosts that took over her mind, but he could give her back a little of the warmth she had shared with him when he was a cub.

    As the years passed, he watched her rise and fall. Ata’ Messiri taught her how to control her memories; Ada’ Yakooboo cultivated her strength and confidence; Rabarruk challenged her to develop her craft every day. Soon she was a young woman and she left to Coruscant to enrol in the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. Rumpy sought to persuade himself that she was embarking on a journey of discovery, that she would only grow stronger, but deep in his heart he knew that she was still fragile. He lived in the constant fear that a single shock might shatter her.

    At first he watched her build her fortitude and resilience, and once she found love she shone so brightly that Rumpy’s fears were laid to rest – although a small voice in the back of his mind warned him that the faultlines were still there and could crack open at any moment. It was when he saw her again after her brutal disappearance that he understood how much she’d weathered. She had been persecuted, tormented, abducted, tortured, yet she was still there – but now she had to carry Darth Vader’s memories, and he knew that this burden would ultimately break her.
     
  13. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Exquisite and poignant!

    I love his protectiveness and insights, how he perceives her as radiant and also fragile, strong and resilient yet vulnerable to shattering. It is love that lends her much of her fortitude. [face_thinking] @};-
     
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  14. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    great insight in Rumpy's thoughts about Ayesha
     
  15. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Thank you for the reviews @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha and @earlybird-obi-wan ! I love writing about Rumpy and Ayesha. He's such a dear and he cares about her more than anyone else ever has. Here's hoping that this challenge will give me more opportunities to write from his POV.

    Well, I'm done writing my entry for week 4, and I suffer from acute can't-wait-to-postitis, so here goes. Thanks again to everyone who stopped by to read!
     
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  16. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Kessel Run week 4: Write a story between 100 and 1,000 words from the perspective of the Force.
    Notes: This is a story that I never expected to write – the moment of Ayesha’s conception 8-} I realise that it will be complete gibberish to anyone who hasn’t read all the related stories, but what can I do, it is what the muse demands.
    Character: The Force (d’oh!)
    Timeframe: 29 BBY
    Word count: 335


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    The Child

    The All is a mass of immaterial eternity. It ebbs and flows to bind life in every world, one facet of its essence light, soft and misty, the other dark, roiling and tempestuous. There are anomalies on either side: bright, shining peaks that soar above the waving tide, unfathomable abysses of the deepest black. The light and dark rise and fall where they collide; they crest against each other as they vie to expand and conquer. The All does not claim to know how it grows or evolves. It does not profess that its trajectory is foretold. It is how it is. It is the order of things.


    There are instances where a tendril emerges from the light, another from the dark, and they become entwined, tugging at each other as if seeking to tear a fragment off their analogue. The All thus grasps that its parts are adding to its becoming. This is one such occurrence. The disincarnate coils are tightly knit, woven so intimately that the All knows: the parts are creating a vergence.

    The boundary between the light and the dark is strewn with loci where the All has observed a nexus of its shifting. They point to sites or material entities outside of eternity, where creatures who can brush the All feel intently the yaw of its currents. But this vergence is not focused on an inert item. It is centred around a soul.

    It came about in a moment of conception, induced not by the will of one or the other of the parts, but by love between two living beings. The vergence will be born. It will be a child. Dimly, the All wonders what she will contribute to its becoming, but it is ultimately inconsequential. The child will pass. Perhaps she will channel the light or the dark in the world where she is to exist. But no matter where the tides carry her, her existence will be finite. She will eventually fade, and the All will remain.
     
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  17. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Exquisitely lyrical, vibrant writing! =D=
     
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  18. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    Poetic and great view
     
  19. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Thank you for the reviews @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha and @earlybird-obi-wan [:D] The Force POV story came surprisingly easily to me, probably because I've written a few things in this vein in the past. The prompt for week #5, on the other hand, was something else entirely, but I was finally able to work it out.
     
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  20. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Kessel Run week 5: Write a story between 600 and 1,000 words with your OTP (or any romantic pairing, canon or otherwise) in which your characters do not touch, and that includes the following sentence: “All things considered, this was an interesting way to wind up in prison.”
    Characters: Thrawn, Ayesha (OC), Halber Prashat (OC, mentioned)
    Timeframe: 7 ABY, at the beginning of the Krytos epidemic. This is a “missing scene” from the beginning of part III, chapter 24 of Ἀνάγκη: The Plague and takes place concurrently with the first part of X-Wing: Wedge's Gamble.
    Word count: 989

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    Encounter with a Dianoga

    Ayesha exhaled a sigh of relief when she heard the dull hum that signalled that the turbolift was moving. Thrawn had been gone since morning. He’d merely said that he was leaving to deal with an unforeseen situation, and he’d disappeared for hours without giving a sign of life. The scattered reports of a wild speeder chase that she’d heard throughout the day on the HoloNet did nothing to assuage her fears; on the contrary, the mention of a Mandalorian warrior who had been sighted jetpacking across the skies of Imperial Centre all but confirmed that he was somehow involved. She knew that he wouldn’t expose himself in such a way, even in his foolproof disguise, if it weren’t absolutely necessary, and she didn’t think particularly highly of Ysanne Isard and her surveillance apparatus, but this was far more publicity than she was comfortable with.

    She leapt to her feet and rushed down the hallway to greet him. The first thing she noticed when the turbolift doors swooshed open was that he was indeed wearing his beskar’gam. The second thing was that he was covered in some sort of glop.

    The third thing that hit her in the face as soon as he took a step into the apartment was that he stank of putrefying waste.

    She stopped dead in her tracks. “What happened?”

    He walked past her without saying a word, went to the balcony and lowered the awnings all the way to the balustrade so as to remain unseen. She summoned the housekeeping droid, tasked it with mopping up the trail of slime that Thrawn was leaving in his wake and followed him outside. He was struggling to open the fire safety compartment; the latch kept slipping through the gunk that coated his gloves. She motioned for him to stand aside, wiped the handle carefully with a rag and extracted the flexipipe. She verified that the outlet was set to water on the highest possible pressure and began to hose him down.

    She didn’t know what the slime that covered him was – although the stench reminded her very much of her time in the Underlevels as a child – but it was certainly stubborn. She had to go and fetch some powdered scouring agent from the kitchen and sprinkle it over him, then let him rub it all over himself before she hosed him down again. The moment finally came when he was clean enough that he could remove his helmet, and she saw that some of the gunk had seeped through his collar and onto his body glove. “What happened?” she asked again.

    He sighed deeply. “Sergeant Prashat blew his cover.”

    There was a silence. “As in…?” she prompted.

    He began to remove his armour, one piece at a time. She could see now that he was as slimy on the inside as on the outside. “Ysanne Isard has set up an entirely new filing system regarding her medical experiments, to which I have no access. This has prevented me from taking useful measures to limit the spread of the disease that she has unleashed. Having Prashat assigned to her office was intended for such a situation. However, he grew… frustrated with the decimation of the alien population, and –”

    “If I know Prashat at all, ‘frustrated’ isn’t the word he’d use,” she interrupted.

    Thrawn merely nodded. “Indeed. He can be a little hotheaded at times.” He unfastened his chest plate and rested it near his pauldrons and gauntlets. Ayesha took a step forward to help him with the back clasps, but he waved her away. “No need to help me with this, Ayoo’sha. One of us covered in faecal sludge is enough.”

    She crinkled her nose. “Oh. That’s what this wonderful smell is all about.”

    Her grimace made him chuckle. “I had an unfortunate encounter with a dianoga.” She arched an eyebrow. “I travelled back through the sewers. I presumed it would be more discreet than jetpacking from the Yaam sector.”

    “The Yaam sector? That’s half a planet away.”

    “It is. But there are few better places for a rogue sergeant to hide.” She gave him a questioning look. “As I was saying, Prashat grew frustrated with our lack of data about the virus. He sought to connect his datapad to Ysanne Isard’s and to download information directly from there.”

    Ayesha rolled her eyes. “That must have triggered every security alarm in the Palace, and then some.”

    “It did. His actions stem from a generous sentiment, obviously, but it was a rather foolish thing to do. All things considered, this was an interesting way to wind up in prison. Thankfully it did not come to that. It turns out that he is a skilled speeder pilot. I was able to summon a few of my agents to help with his escape.”

    He had removed all of his armour now and started working his way out of the body glove. “According to the HoloNet, you helped some too,” Ayesha said.

    “I did. It turns out that one ISB agent is quite a skilled pilot himself. It is unfortunate that I had to shoot him down.”

    “It’s also unfortunate that your Mandalorian disguise is useless, now that all of Coruscant has seen it,” Ayesha retorted.

    He shrugged. “I am not the only man wearing beskar’gam on Coruscant. I will lie low for a few days, and once Imperial Intelligence renounces hunting down Mandalorians, I will be able to use it again. I am confident that you will adjust the colour scheme for me, so as to make it less conspicuous.” He wriggled some more and the rubbery material fell to his feet. He picked it up gingerly. “Would you mind fetching a recycler box, Ayoo’sha? This is best discarded and replaced.”

    She nodded. “Right away. Meanwhile, go and take a shower. I want to hug you pretty badly, but not so badly that I’d do it now. You stink.”
     
  21. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Superb use of the prompt elements. A great conversation/discussion about a vital mission. I adore Thrawn and Ayesha interacting in any fashion. [face_love]
     
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  22. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    Eech covered in dianoga goo. Great mission for him
     
  23. Nehru_Amidala

    Nehru_Amidala Force Ghost star 7

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    Ugh! Why would you want to touch a dianoga? BLEH!!!

    Ayesha, hit that shower!
     
  24. amidalachick

    amidalachick FFoF Hostess Extraordinaire star 5 VIP - Game Host

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    Oh this is such a great, creative response to this prompt!

    [face_laugh] Yep, that's definitely a 'no touching' situation! :p

    It sounds like a worthwhile mission, though. Awesome work on this!
     
  25. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    Hello everyone! I'm reviving this thread because I want to post at least the stories I'd already half-written before I dropped out of the challenge last year, and I have one ready to go. Before I get there however, a few words of thanks!
    Thanks for reading and commenting! I'm afraid you won't like my next offering quite as much, it's an AU where (gulp) Ayesha's personality is different.
    Thanks for the review! There's a number of ugly-scary creatures in SW, but IMO none so disgusting as the dianoga.
    Ahem. I'd suggest she waits for Thrawn to finish first. He's the one covered in stuff-that-must-not-be-named, after all. Once he's cleaned up though... ;) Thanks for reading!
    Thank you! In my main story these two tend to be all over each other, so I needed a very, very compelling reason for them not to touch [face_laugh]

    Thanks again for reviewing and to any lurkers who stopped by to read!