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Sun, Moon, Star, and Sky	By : Royality Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Old Republic Views: 2982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Old Republic, Bioware, EA Games, or Lucas Arts, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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There was a shuffle from the large bed in the back of the ship that Tsuki had stolen and kept as a prize. It wasn’t as if he had an extra ship in storage waiting for him, just in case he wanted to ever return this one. Groaning, the man opened his eyes slowly, feeling all types of groggy. Fresh liquid kolto was running through the veins, creating a feeling of slight soreness, but feel good euphoria. It was also the cause of bring up old memories and restless dreams.
“…That…dream again.”
There was another shuffle off to the side of the bed, where Torian Cadera had been watching over the bounty hunter for so long that he had fallen asleep. Based on Torian’s commitment, Tsuki had to assume he had been watched over for at least a few days now. The armor had been removed, leaving Tsuki’s chest tapped up, though his medical gauntlet was still one to monitor life signs. Sitting up, he tapped a few commands to give him another once over of kolto before putting the hand on top of the short, messy blonde hair.
“Torian. Torian. Wake up.”
There was a moan from the Mando who shifted his weight before raising a tired face up. Baby blues looked into the soft green before Torian let out a yawn.
“You’re finally awake. We were starting to get worried.”
“We?”
“Yeah, you know. Mako, Blizz….me.”
Letting out a chuckle, Tsuki moved to lie back down, holding an arm over the still pained ribs.
“You’re the one who followed me and didn’t stay put. This is your fault.”
“My fault? I pulled you out of there! Why did you go off without me?!”
The once quiet room was suddenly filled with yelling, at least from Torian. Tsuki’s voice remained hushed.
“That’s none of your damn business…”
Usually, closing his eyes meant that Tsuki was ready to end the conversation and be left alone; however, Torian had just about had it with the recent string of ‘secret’ missions.
“Is this about that woman you keep talking about? Celi?”
The eyes snapped back open, giving Torian a glare.
“Celi isn’t a woman and what do you mean, ‘keep talking about?’”
“So it’s a man then? What is he to you? You talk in your sleep.”
Question after question before a respond. It was a wonder why Torian was suddenly so curious.
“Yes, it’s a man. None of your damn business and stop listening to me…uh…sleep…talk.”
Even Tsuki wasn’t really sure how to make that demand. It didn’t matter. With an irritated roll over, like a stubborn child who didn’t want to confess something, the bounty hunter stopped talking. Sighing, Torian stood up.
“I’ll get Mako. She’ll want to know you’re up and look you over…”
“I can take care of my own wounds, so don’t bother. Just get out.”
“Fine.”
Leaving the room, the younger Mando left with clenched fists. The door opened and closed on its own with a rusted creaking and thud. Walking through the ship, Torian ran into a busy looking Mako who immediately flustered at the sight of him.
“Tor..Torian…Hi. Is…the boss okay?”
It was painfully obvious she still had feelings for him, though it had been already been decided that it was best not to get involved with each other.
“He’s fine, Mako. Stubborn, but sturdy. I was going to get some grub since he hasn’t eaten in a few…”
“Oh. Right. Of course, I’ll just go in and check…”
“I wouldn’t. Not unless you want him blasting warning shots at you again. Remember last time?”
How could she forget? The memory brought back an uncomfortable face to the surface.
“Right…In one of those moods again?”
Torian nodded, causing Mako to sigh.
“Right….By the way, you never really answered my question.”
“What question?”
Even as he spoke, Torian continued to the mess hall, opening the storage unit to pull out a container of some stew he made a few days before. Tapping on the built-in panel, he set it down so it would self-heat. Mako followed, keeping a distance just outside of the room.
“You know”, she smiled. “Now that we are done with the whole Great Hunt and everything else, we could actually try start again. I know you said that at the time, we had a lot of work to do and shouldn’t get personal, but now...”
“I did answer you. I told you that it’s not a good idea. It would never work between us. You don’t…understand the ways of the Mandalorians. The way you talk to Tsuki every time he does something for the good of the rest of us, you hate it. You won’t ever understand.”
“What…what boss does most of the time is take the cruelest and easiest way out! He kills people because it’s easier than capturing someone.”
“Well, it is. If someone has the guts to put themselves out there enough to be hunted down, they are lucky enough to have a good fight before they go.”
“There are better ways to do things, Torian.”
“…And this is why I say you don’t understand. You’re a nice girl, Mako. Smart, funny, pretty, but you really don’t belong here.”
With that, the container beeps and Torian picked it up by the metal handles. He gave a polite smile to Mako, moving carefully past her and towards the direction of the boss’s room.
“Oh, Mako. I need a favor.”
Folding her arms, the irritated Asian woman looked onward.
“Now you ask me for a favor after you say I don’t belong here.”
“Look, don’t be like that. I’m worried about Tsuki. All these missions, him going in alone and coming back in pieces. I think he’s looking for someone. Cal you do your net thing and try to find a name Celi…and…there was another name…Seren. Something about slave traders. Might be old flames, might be family. Whatever it is, I need to know.”
“Does the boss know you’re digging into his personal life like that?”
Sure, Mako had a mean streak and was feeling burned.
“What are you going to give me if I do it?”
“What do you want? Credits? I got some saved up.”
“You know what I want, Torian…I’ll look into it.”
With a smirk, she turned to walk away, feeling quite proud of herself. What she didn’t see if Torian rolling his eyes and sighing again.
“Women. Tsuki, I’m coming in.”
Tsuki was out of bed, untaping his battered upper body as he used the medical gauntlet to do a few more scans. He was smaller than he looked after the armor was removed, but still very toned. It wasn’t very obvious that he was actually a skilled combat medic as well. It was also amazing to Torian how fast Tsuki typed and configured the equipment, saving his own life and the life of his teammates. But, the most amazing thing was how quick he flipped the switch on the blaster pistols from a helping hand to a deadly shot. For someone who could save lives, Mako was right. Tsuki was quick to end them.
“Didn’t I tell you to get out?”
Tsuki spoke softly, not bothering to look up at Torian. He knew who it was.
“You say that all the time. I brought you some stew.”
“I mean it, you just stopped caring. Thanks”
Sitting down on the bed, Tsuki waited for Torian to bring it over. It was almost normal now. Opening the lid, lips were put on the lid and started to chug it down. It was warm with a pleasant hotness. The meat was fresh, though it was best not to ask what it was from. Mandalorians were good at hiding otherwise nasty flavors with the right combination of spices.
“I’m going with you on your next mission.”
After coughing a little from a laugh, Tsuki managed to chew and swallow a meaty piece down.
“The hell you are. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Then you’re not going either.”
“Like you could stop me.”
“Try me.”
Blue eyes looks over, glaring down roughly. It was the same glare that Torian held being the scope of a sniper rifle.
“….What’s with you lately? Why are you being so protective?”
The look softened as Torian had to think upon a decent way to answer that question.
“….I’m worried. You leave and come back barely alive. Last time, you wouldn’t have come back at all. What’s so important that you’re willing to die for? I told you everything about me, my dad, my family. You…only talk in your sleep.”
“I’m talking now, aren’t I?”
“Then who are you looking for? Who is Celi? And Seren?”
“…Damn I mentioned Seren too…”
“Stop avoiding the question.”
“That was more than one question…”
“TSUKI!”
“What? FINE…Fine…For shit’s sake…”
It was hard to argue when Torian got like this. It flustered Tsuki like a virginal padawan. Putting the container down, he leaned over with his hands on face. They brushed back the hair that normally hid the green eyes.
“…A long time ago, in a galaxy pretty fucking far from here…I…was born in a little remote place. The Empire attacked, thinking we were siding with the Republic, but we weren’t. They captured…or killed most of the people. People I knew. And…I got some info to help me find the one I can’t find at all,Celi. I was a stupid kid, but I promised I’d find him. I figured he was dead, but I keep seeing things. Things he would do. That’s all.”
Suddenly, Torian found himself very jealous of this Celi person.
“So, he’s important to you?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then we’ll find him.”
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