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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So there are a lot of Kotor walkthrough fanfics out there. But when I started replaying it again recently, I realized there isn't a whole lot of smut for those of us who wanna cut to the chase a little faster. So I thought I'd write one. Not to say that this will be PWP! Just we'll be skipping through some of the boring parts a little faster. I promise to try and please everyone out there!
There will be a lot of different pairings in here, not going to list them all. This will be with a strictly female Revan. Also, the dialogue will not match up. I think anyone playing this game will have heard these exact lines WAY too many times, and I'm trying to go a little bit faster here, so that may make this a little AU. Sorry.
As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.
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Rinna Helwyn tugged the straps over her head with sharp, jerking motions, struggling to snap the buckles into place while keeping sharp eyes on the man sitting opposite her. Dark hair fell messy in his eyes as he leaned over the control panel, working furiously to prepare the little pod for the arduous journey it would be forced to take, and every bit of his concentration was focused on his task. And even still she watched him like a hawk.
He had waited for her, back the Spire, risking his own life when everyone else was off the bloody ship to ensure that she could escape as well. Which seemed silly to her, and all too kind by half. No one was that self-sacrificing, were they? Or was it really just some Republic officer thing? She couldn't be sure. Carth Onasi had a reputation on that ship, a decorated pilot and soldier, someone many of the crew looked up to. But she didn't know him, didn't know how much of that talk was just fawning or myths or PR crap. And it made her stomach twist to know that she was stuck in this stupid escape pod alone with him, her life in his hands.
The shuttle rocked violently and she heard Onasi curse under his breath, a low harsh sound she could hear all too well in the vacuum of the pod. He was struggled to get the little pod on the move, she could see. Something was wrong. The way his hands flowed over the control panel, it was obvious he knew what he was doing. And yet still he hadn't managed to get them going. The knot in Rinna's stomach churned uncomfortable and she twisted in her seat, yanking the hilt of her vibroblade to where she could reach it in her cramped position. Like it would do her much good. If the ship was going to blow, it was going to blow. One measly vibroblade wasn't going to do much about it in the end.
The woman's hands itched for something else, something that could help them, something that might actually get them out of this mess. But there was little chance of that. She had been given standard issue supplies when she entered the Endar Spire, that fucker of a Bith, Ako, having stolen her custom made vibrosword when he caught her. But even the comforting feel of that weight in her hands could not help her here. She was at Onasi's mercy here, and ultimately he might be at the mercy of some higher power now.
The republic pilot swore loudly, yanking his belt off from his shoulders and standing in one fluid movement. Rinna was out of her strappings almost as fast, the blade pulled from its sheath and her heart in her throat as she realized it would be impossible to properly wield it in such a tight space. But Onasi wasn't looking at her. He yanking furiously at a lever by the door, struggling with it for a moment before finally sitting back and kicking it viciously, once, twice, thrice, until finally it buckled beneath the attacks. The pod shuddered once more, and then it felt oddly still. The young woman glanced out one of the pod's windows to see that they had finally detached from the ship, and were drifting lazily away from the flayed face of the Endar Spire.
Onasi swung into his seat once more, twisting the safety harness back onto himself in a swift motion and thrumming the ship to life with deft movements of his hands. A low humming sounded from the rear as the escape pod's engines pushed them towards the planet surface, slowly at first, but gaining to a remarkable speed. Rinna stumbled back to her seat, cursing herself for having stood up in the first place, and went back to struggling with her own straps. A roaring sound was building up around her as she fumbled, cursing as she realized her blade was in the way and standing to once again place it in it's sheath. As she sat again, the pod bucked violently, throwing her in a heap to the floor, where she sprawled, struggling to get back to the safety of her harness. The ship bucked again, this time sending her crashing into the captain's chair, cracking her head hard against the metal and sending her into a swirling pool of blackness.
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It was not the sound of movement around her that finally woke Rinna Helwyn from her daze, but a choking anger that swelled up from the pit of her stomach. She shot to a sitting position, a gasp on her lips and fury burning its way from her chest to the pits of her eyes. No, something was saying, very distant in the back of her head. No, goddamnit it, NO! She looked around her wildly, looking for something she couldn't quite name, and instead finding only unfamiliar territory. Her legs tensed, prepared to fling her from the bed, before a voice stopped her.
“You're awake!”
The speaker sounded surprised, but not excited. She wasn't sure she knew the voice. It took her unadjusted eyes several moments before she found his form, standing next to a chair and table he had obviously just vacated, his hands held loosely at his sides. Rinna didn't miss the pair of blasters hanging there, nor the way his right hand twitched towards one. She stiffened slightly, feeling for the weight of her blade without moving, and knew immediately it wasn't there. Glancing behind the pilot, she saw it's glint, leaned up against the table he had been sitting at. A wave of apprehension flooded over her, but she forced her voice to be calm as she spoke.
“How long was I asleep?” she asked quietly, hearing the groggy rasp in her voice cover up the suspicious tint.
“You've been slipping in and out of consciousness for a couple of days.” She noticed the man made no move to step towards her, nor did his hands move from her sides. Looks like he's just as nervous of me as I am of him, she noted to herself dryly. Shoving the blankets from her, she took a quick stock of her injuries. She didn't seem to have anything too serious, though her head still sang with pain, and she swung her legs around the side of the bed, leaning heavily on her hands and letting her head droop, though she still watched his feet cautiously.
“I tried talking to you a few times, but you weren't very responsive. And you look like you've been having some nightmares, but I couldn't wake you up from them either.”
Rinna glanced up at him through her thick lashes, a sudden flash of anger choking her again. She had been dreaming right before she woke up, she remembered now. But not what about. It had been dark, and violent, and she had been so angry in it. But she couldn't remember why. Something about . . . no, it was gone.
Onasi noticed the look in her eye, and the hand inched closer to his blaster, not trying to hard to hide it now. Rinna glanced sharply at the weapon holstered at his belt, and her eyes couldn't help but flicker to her own weapon as well. She needed the comfort of cold steel in her hands again, or she wouldn't be able to get through this damn conversation. The Republic soldier was unlikely to just hand her the vibroblade when she had been so obviously mistrusting of him, but she hadn't been the best damn smuggler around for nothing.
The dark-haired woman stood, wincing slightly at the stiffness in her joints, and made a big show of stretching herself back out. Onasi straightened a little sharper, but she saw his eyes on her as she stretched forward slowly, and a little smile crept up her lips. Men were always the easier sex to work with.
“Where are we,” she asked in an almost conversational tone. “Somewhere on, what, Taris was it?” She had been to the planet several times in her smuggling days, and she knew the familiar look of the great moons around it.
“Yes, I managed to drag you from the crash and find some abandoned apartment buildings. It looks like these rooms aren't used much, we'll probably be able to stay here for a while.” He spoke with a sharpness in his tone that made her think of Commander Horkath, the great brute of a man that had first taken charge of her when she boarded the Endar Spire. He had been loathed to have a former smuggler under his command, but he was not in position to make that decision. She wondered idly if he was dead now. Some part of her, deep in her chest, hoped desperately that he was.
“And you're Onasi, yes?” she asked, though she remembered damn well who he was. Let him think I'm still groggy from the concussion. I should be easier to control that way.
“Carth Onasi of the Republic Naval Starfighter Corps, just like you.” He seemed willing enough to coddle her. “We've crash landed here. Our ship, the Endar Spire, was destroyed in a battle with the Sith, and they've imposed a planet-wide quarantine. We're going to find it pretty hard to get out of here.”
He still watched her just as sharply as before, dark eyes following her beneath the mess of his hair as Rinna started to make her way around the room, moving slowly and holding her side, as if it pained her. She stopped in front of one of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, letting him see her back, and that she was unafraid to show it to him. Below her she could see the sprawl of Taris, wide streets filled with people milling about, cut by the impressive shadows of skyscrapers, that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. From what Rinna knew, there wasn't a single piece of this shitty planet that wasn't part of the city.
Around a corner, a few streets over, she could see a group of men in shiny Sith uniforms milling around something she couldn't quite see. From the scorch marks in the street, she had a pretty good idea of what it was. If that's as far as we are from the escape pod, I'm not feeling too safe. He could have at least made it a mile before he found them refuge. He certainly had the body for it. This was too close to their investigations.
“Do you have a plan yet?” she asked mildly, turning from the window and making her way slowly along the wall back towards him, looking for all the world as if she were simply terribly interested in their surroundings. She kept her eyes away from the pilot, but she watched him all the same, keeping track as best she could. He had turned slightly to keep her at his front, and she could see his left hand resting against his belt, hovering a little above the second blaster he had holstered there. The closer she came to him, the tighter he clasped.
He knows something's wrong, she realized glumly. He's been in too many fights to not sense when something's up.
She considered attacking from here, but she knew he was too quick for her to reach her own weapons before he did. She would have to use another tactic, it seemed. And as it was, she just so happened to have been born with a particularly potent weapon of her own.
Rinna cut her dark blue eyes up to the man, fixing a strand of her auburn hair that had managed to get loose behind her ear. This wasn't the first time she had had to use this tactic, and she knew just how to shadow her eyes, how to get the merest glimpse of a smile playing on her lips. She looked up at him, almost shyly, letting her eyes do a fast graze over him, like she was trying too see without him noticing. He was well built, probably in his late 30's or so, with dark brown hair and deep eyes. There were scars on his hands, she could see even from here, and a darkness to his expression that she knew all too well. He could be easy enough to manipulate, but she had a feeling he was going to be more trouble than he seemed.
“Not yet,” he said, with a touch of hesitation in his voice. “Several other escape pods crashed along here, but I haven't found them all yet. And word is, they captured a female republic officer. It might be Bastilla.”
The anger had faded with the memory of the dream, but it flashed forward again at the name. She knew it, and yet she didn't. An image of a shorter, dark-haired woman, with copper skin and a sharp, haughty face came to mind, and she had to fight from gritting her teeth. She hadn't met this woman, though she couldn't really be certain of that, but she knew she didn't like her. Hated her even.
“Bastilla?” She asked innocently, looking at him once again through her lashes as she casually leaned over to examine an armored box tucked away in the corner not 6 feet from the table. She licked her lips in what appeared to be a subconscious motion and cocked her head to the side, letting her hair slide over her bare shoulder. “You think she can help us get out?”
He gave her a queer look, but seemed to remember her head injury quickly enough. “Bastilla's a Jedi. And well-known for her abilities. Her Battle Meditation is a powerful tool for the Republic. Even if she can't help us, if she's alive, we have to get her off of this planet and back to the Republic. Before the Sith get to her.”
I don't care, a small voice crowed in the back of her mind. I hope they catch her. I hope they kill her.
The venom in her own mind startled her. She wondered idly what the woman had done to deserve her feelings of loathing, but she pushed the thoughts aside easily enough. The box was locked, but she could tell it would be easy enough to pick. She would leave that to a later time, if Onasi was disinclined to open it for her.
“So Bastilla's our first step,” she said with an easy acceptance. She was closer now, standing next to the chair opposite her republic soldier, one finger trailing across it's back lazily. She watched it move for a moment before glancing up and giving the man an easy smile, as if she were waiting on his say so.
His expression caught her off guard, though she was careful not to show it.
His eyes were narrowed, but it wasn't suspicion that laced them. More like . . . concern? His brow was knitted forward and he was frowning slightly at her, glancing over her with a clinical eye. The ill-concealed distrust, and even lust, she had expected to see there was not present, replaced by a purely critical gaze.
“Yes, but it might be best to let you rest first. You still look tired, and I'm sure you haven't healed up properly yet.”
Rinna raised an eyebrow at him, when all she wanted to do was gape. She was acting off, that would have been obvious to anyone. Either she was going to attack him or jump his bones, but there was definitely something off. Did he not see that? Or was he willfully ignoring it in the face of her condition. The young smuggler paused then, thinking over her options. Perhaps she had misread him? Maybe he kept his blade from her only because she was still injured. Or he hadn't even payed attention to where he had stuck it, so real had his concern been for her. But that just didn't seem right. Every bit of his body posture had screamed distrust, the hand twitching for his blaster, the sharp way he watched her.
Had that only been an initial caution, warranted by her earlier mistrust of him? Back on the Endar Spire, she had hesitated to enter the escape pod with him, hesitated to believe that he had stayed only to get her off the ship. What she had thought his plan was, she hadn't a clue, but she had not trusted him. Could her earlier disquiet simply made him uncomfortable with her? It was possible, especially if he had looked up her file while he was waiting for her to wake.
After a few moments, Rinna gave a little laugh and tossed her auburn hair. “It'll be hard to sleep without that,” she said, gesturing to the vibroblade casually. “It's like my teddy bear. Holding it puts me right to sleep.”
He might have hid his mistrust if she wasn't so close to him by now. The twitch in his eye wouldn't have been discernable from afar. But she was so close she could see the flecks of green and yellow hidden in the murky brown of his eyes. And she saw suspicion pass through them. And she saw his right hand come up to rest on his blaster, and the left slink down to touch the other. But still he made the mistake of turning to glance at it.
Rinna lunged with lightening speed, her knee slamming into the man's stomach, and her elbow cracking down on his neck as he buckled over in pain. She could hear his low grunt as he stumbled behind her, but she was already moving on, slipping past him with sinewy grace. Her blade was in it's sheath, she noted, and she cursed at the extra time it would take to pull it free. But she was confident she had him now. The moment her hand wrapped around the leather, she would be rolling away, using one hand to flick the sheath from the silver blade and turning to face the soldier. And then she'd be able to face him, and his talk, and his questions – once she had silver in her hands and the tables had turned.
She never made it that far. Her hand had just brushed against the hardened leather of the sheath when a rough arm yanked her back. Onasi was up behind her now, one arm wrapped around her waist, nearly picking her off the floor as he dragged her away from her weapon. A foot whipped out to kick the blade away as his other arm reached towards her throat, groping to get a good hold.
Rinna twisted violently, putting all her weight behind tearing herself, and the arm attached to her, to the right, hoping to tear something in his shoulder with the motion. But she was met with an iron resistance. The steel of his arm bit painfully into her ribs as she twisted, unyielding, and she coughed in surprise. But immediately she was twisting another way, down, trying to pull herself under his grip, and away from his reach. The arm at her gut twisted with her, pulling her up against him and holding her there with a strength that surprised her. Another breath's-beat, and he slammed her into the wall, pinning her between himself and the unyielding permacrete.
Rinna's breath wooshed out of her, and she coughed and choked to get it back. Pain lanced through her shoulder, where she had taken the blunt of the blow, and through her spine that had taken the shock waves. Even as the pain rattled her, she struggled against the man, writhing and twisting and pulling at anything she could get her hands on. But she could not budge him. A scream of frustration ripped from her lips and she swung her legs desperately, hoping to connect with something, anything. Instead, a knee drove hard into her right leg, forcing it still, and his other foot twisting around hers, pulling it away and forcing her spread eagle on the wall. Frustration and fury burned through her and she struggled pointless, ripping and writhing and doing whatever she could think of to get away.
But it was no use.
After a time, it may have been minutes or it may have been hours, the woman stilled. Her breath came hard and ragged against the permacrete, and her left arm shook with the effort of pushing against the wall. Her legs were still pinned, just as they were, but her arms had been twisted into the places he wanted. One was twisted behind her back, pulled up higher than was comfortable and bruising from the pressure of his hand holding it there. The other she had to use to steady herself, the only thing, besides his pressure at her back, that was holding her upright. His other hand was wrapped up around her throat, the fingers biting into the skin where he had had to fight to keep his hold.
For a moment, they both sat quiet, simply catching their breath. She could feel his, harsh against her ear, and she noted then that he was much taller than she had thought. Rinna wanted nothing more than to hear another grunt of pain from those lips, but she knew she was too weak now to fight him. It was obvious her days abed had not been good for her physical state, and he was still rock hard behind her.
“Are you done?” He huffed in her ear after a time. He shifted his hold on the hand at her back a little, and she felt relief and pain as the blood rushed back to the appendage. The tiny feeling of gratitude that rose from the relief was quickly replaced by an indignant fury. Was she done? Had she won yet, no? Then no, she wasn't done. She would fight him every bit of the way, whatever he wanted to do, until her will outran his.
What did he want, now that she thought about it. It would be difficult going forward from here, especially if he didn't want to kill her. And would he? It would be much more difficult to be alone on this godforsaken planet, but he couldn't very well partner up with someone he couldn't trust, could he? She paused at that, wondering. He hadn't made a move to kill her yet. Perhaps it was because she was a woman, or because she was with the Republic, or maybe simply for the hope that he might still sway her. The prospect of going forward here alone must have been daunting.
Rinna pressed her forehead against the wall, wishing desperately that she had had the strength to make this go another way. But she would have to play with the cards she had been dealt, she knew. And while it was a shitty hand, it wasn't unsalvageable.
“Yes,” she said, with a resigned little huff of her own. “Get off me.”
“Nuh-uh,” he said, the tiniest hint of a grim laugh in his voice. “How do I know you won't try to kill me again?”
“I wasn't trying to kill you!” she said with annoyance.
“Oh, and attacking me and grabbing for that vibroblade, that wasn't to kill me?”
“No!”
“Alright, princess, then you tell me what it was”
Rinna fumed silently, wanting desperately to kick him. “I thought you were gonna shoot me if I stepped the wrong way, and I wanted the odds to be even.”
That seemed to surprise him. A little chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, and she could feel the vibrations pass through her.
“You thought I was going to kill you?”
“Yes!”
“Look, I'm a soldier in the Republic, like you,” he told her earnestly, squeezing her against the wall a little tighter. “I wouldn't kill you without good reason.”
Rinna quieted at that, her brow coming forward in a deep furrow as she thought that one over. She wouldn't have believed him if he had told her that before they were fighting, but now that he had her at his mercy, it seemed a little unlikely that killing her was truly his intent. It was obvious he was making it a point to keep her alive. He even seemed to be trying to reason with her, make a peace deal. The young woman took a moment, trying to work it out in her mind. Her body was slowly uncoiling, starting to relax into him as the idea that he wasn't going to put a round through her sank in. When she sank slowly down from the tips of her toes, sliding roughly against his torso, a small, strangled sound escaped his lips behind her.
“Look, are you going to behave?” he asked. The words were rushed, spoken quickly, to distract her, she knew. To distract himself, maybe, too. But his body wouldn't be distracted, it seemed. She could feel his body hardening behind her, his muscles tensing, and his cock stiffening. The feel of it, pressing persistently into her back, was surprising. He hadn't seemed that interested when she fluttered her eyelashes at him, but apparently give him a good fight and he was ready to go.
She wanted to laugh at that, a twisted, cruel laughter. She wanted to tear down all his pretty Republic pride and crush it into the dust. But she quelled the feeling as quickly as it rose. It had been her reaction, and still, the venom in it made her ill.
Instead, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, shuttering her dark blues in her eyelashes once more and giving him a coy smile. “Are you?” she purred at him, twisting her hips slowly back and forth, grinding against his length in a lazy kind of way. The smuggler was rewarded with a stifled groan and a tightening around her throat where his hand still clutched.
“Stop it,” he growled, using his grip on her to shake her slightly. But still his body pressed against hers, maybe harder than before even, and there was a tightness to him that seemed to thrum against her. He wants it, she thought gleefully to herself. For all his huffing and his growling, he wants it bad.
“No,” she teased back, rubbing against him hard, turning the slow grind into a steady rocking. He was pressing her so close she could feel as his heart sped up, could hear the breath coming faster and the sharp groan that he couldn't quite hide. “I don't think I want to.”
The sharp twisting to the hand at her back brought her coy laughter to sharp gasp of pain, and she hissed with annoyance. The pain lanced through her wrist, her arm, her shoulder, and down her spine. Every piece of her screamed for him to stop, and she winced sharply. But that was it. She forced her shallow breath to change to a short laugh and she shook her head as best she could against the wall.
“Fine, fine,” she said, giving his body one last push with her hips before letting herself go limp. “I'll behave. And I guess I won't kill you, if you're not going to kill me.”
“Not without good reason,” he growled to her. He hesitated then, still pressed against her, and still just as hard. She wondered if he would really fight so hard if she was particularly persistent. But she wasn't quite up to finding out yet. Maybe once she got her strength back, if she was still with him, she'd find out.
“One wrong move,” he hissed right into her ear, pressing hard against her arm again. “And I'll have to put a round through you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she told him with a sigh, letting him feel how limp she had gone against him. It was still another few moments before he released her, but when he did, he did it gently enough. She winced as she twisted her arm from behind her back, rubbing gingerly at the marks he had left on the wrist. Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her, but she forced them stock straight and turned to face Onasi, a rueful little smile on her lips.
“Alright, Onasi. So now I guess we get to know each other so we don't try to kill each other in our sleep.” She flashed her teeth at him in a jestful grin, trying to make it obvious she was joking. The dark man frowned at her, his eyebrows knitting together with what looked like annoyance. He eyed her for a moment before he finally answered.
“Well, you know my name. So what's yours?”
She wasn't sure if he truly didn't know it, or if he was just going through formalities, or if he was seeing if she would lie. It didn't matter either way. The rueful smile turned to a wicked grin, and she put one hand on her hip as she answered.
“Rinna Helwyn. I guess this makes us partners.”
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