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crqstalite · 5 years ago

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sidereal. [andronikos && mierrio]

(adjective: glittering with gold and silver)

i did another kotfe chapter. because i finally accidentally saw the andronikos reunion and wanted to cry. a man who hijacks ships to find you again, is the best man in the whole damn galaxy.

oh, and mierrio got a redesign! here’s her pinterest board <<

written: 9.11.19. words: 4,453

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ character song: in the end, 2wei ft. edda hayes

character file: mierrio revel, darth nox.

"what was that?" mierrio's ears perk up once the conversation becomes quieter, and a certain word stands out to her, and raises from where she was sitting. "you've found what?"

"we captured one of the raiding pirates recently. i believe hylo's with him. i intend to go and question him in but a moment." pretta answers, lazily flickering an eye over to her as she glares at kal and theron, who are both looking quizzically at a datapad.

mierrio doesn't particularily like the imperial chiss, but since she'd been recruited to the alliance after the war that separated her from her crew, she's learned to listen and accept orders. well, that's a small white lie, mierrio doesn't follow anyone's rules but her own. that's an even bigger lie, only she and pretta butt heads as much as she and kal do. typically over the smallest things, but mierrio still finds her rather annoying with how she preaches imperial tactics to them. the sith in question couldn't care less about the state of the war at this point, and makes it known with her offhanded comments. mierrio has overheard the barsen'thor and colonel speaking at length about her controversial decisions. she figures there may be a mutiny soon if kal doesn't take over again.

and everyone tends to forget she is sith, after she shaved her hair with an undercut in a fit of anger before she went awol and left the rest atop her head. she doesn't wear the robes of the sith anymore either, a spacer jacket and greaves finished off with a pilfered belt and combat boots, she's figuring no one from her old life would recognize her. at least, not until she shocks the life out of some poor zakuulan and they all spontaneously recall that yes, she can still murder you with a double bladed lightsaber and magenta lightning in pilot's armor.

the wrath does, however. she'd been brought back to her (pitiful) existence after marr's ship combusted. thankfully (thankfully?), they don't fight nearly as much as they once did. separated from her imperial fanatic of a husband (by the stars, the man's ideals would fit in nicely with lana's, but his personality would drive them all up the wall), her own morals have come into question. she rarely if ever fights with the double bladed swords at her hips and has chosen to take up duel wielding pistols. (she still uses the force, maybe more than she used to, and is better for cover fire than actually aiming at things. she's a horrid shot.) she raises an eyebrow before continuing to levitate a few crates for the brunette mercenary and heading away. "a pirate?"

"that's what i said, yes." pretta reaffirms as her grip on her own datapad visibly strengthens as theron steps ever closer to the other azure agent. "i can't figure why he's important though. he won't talk."

"that's a bit odd. doubt it's from my days." hyrenne says, musing as she leans against pretta, snaking her arms around her waist. pretta visibly shivers and steps out of the togruta female's grasp. the bronze female frowns, but regulating herself to stand next to the commander instead. hyrenne was rather touchy with the commander, and clearly made her uncomfortable.

and had yet to be told off directly. or stop. "i didn't spend much time with pirates."

"yes, i'm aware." pretta deadpans, as she continues on.

"most surrounded myself with sith, fallen jedi, sometimes the occasional spacer-"

"-and your husbands, yes we know this story already, hyrenne." the passing colonel says, rolling her eyes as she pulls off her helmet (the woman has as much hair as a wampa, and just a thick from the looks of it). as much as mierrio would like to say something snippy, she doesn't because the soldier has a point. everyone on base knows this story, how she'd romanced a sith, and then a fallen jedi, and then they'd fallen for each other. it's a rather boring and clipped story, and she's praying hyrenne didn't either force herself on two gay men, or her husbands are very fictional.

well, hoping is a strong word. lana and tri'ama technically owe her twenty credits each if they don't hear from the men in the next two years.

"hmph. well, i didn't tie myself down before i nearly died, so it's fine." she grins, as pretta looks away very quickly. it's been like this for a long while, and hyrenne hasn't yet gotten the hint pretta is not lesbian or interested.

"is there anything special about this pirate that made you take him in?" mierrio speaks up over whatever the ignorant togruta was about to say. pretta looks nearly relieved by the distraction as mierrio's heart begins to quicken as she reminds herself to slow down and reason. it couldn't be him, not after all this time away.

"he's been a thorn in our side for much too long. we believe this is the ringleader we've been attempting to catch for maybe a year now. i might as well go now if you're so curious." she says, quickly stepping out of the two foot radius that hyrenne has nearly locked her in. she nearly looks grateful as hyrenne ambles away. "let me gather my things, yes?"

there was no time left for discussion as pretta nearly bolted out the door and down the hall, presumably to her own quarters. mierrio figured she was ready for travel, lightsaber clipped to her belt (rather hidden with her blaster), and zipped her jacket up the front. maybe she should put on her gloves, to keep her hands from chafing on the blasted thing.

but as much as she tries to distract herself from the thought, she wonders if she's coming full circle. biting down on her lip, she tries to think about space, about everything that needs to be done, about trade contracts. about what she's going to eat for dinner today, anything but the pirate she's coming face to face with. anything but the hope that it's him.

anything but. how she needs a small shave along the undercut, how she needs to brush out the smaller hairs so that it doesn't look as if she has wind burn. how she should start doing her makeup again because she has the time and she's not fighting an empire anymore. how maybe she can start doing gold accents in her armor again.

how maybe she doesn't need that knife anymore.

how she doesn't need to think about how her face felt against his rough jawline.

how she doesn't need to think about how it felt to be back to back with him, firing lightning out of her fingertips as easily as he could shoot point blank and take down a row of fighters. how her pale face could be covered in blood from stars knew where and he'd still kiss her roughly before carting her off to bed. how it didn't matter what had happened the day before, but he'd still tell her he loved her.

her feet are still carrying her towards the landing pad, but she's a million light years away.

"what're you planning, andronikos?" she asks, a questioning look in her eyes. she's curious, as he shuts the door behind her and the stars twinkle back at her through the viewport. "you've been rather spontaneous lately."

"i've been spontaneous, yeah?" he asks, his gruff voice sending shivers up her spine as she turns to face the pirate. "just you wait."

mierrio's rarely if ever scared when he plans odd things like this. he claims the spot as the only man in the galaxy she trusts fully. pacing closer to him, she's stopped as he presses a button near the door.

and she's weightless.

gravity has ceased to function in the cockpit as she nearly shrieks in fear, crying out as her feet leave the ground. she rolls forward by accident as she foolishly tries to get a hand on the ground. andronikos has the nerve to chuckle through her confusion. "and how long have you known the fury had this function?" she says breathlessly, trying to reaffirm she's just fine and won't float out of arm length of her husband.

"while i was poking around the engine compartment." he says, reaching out for her as propels himself forward, lacing hands with her as he passes by. "by accident, at first. this time, completely on purpose."

she rolls her eyes, but sinks into him. if anything, it calms her rather quickly, finally having an anchor in the madness. "and what exactly are you trying to prove, other than that i don't know my own ship?"

"beats me. just a little fun i wanted to poke at you." he answers as she raises her gaze to his eyes. his joking face fades just a bit, but his features still soften. "happy anniversary, sith."

she grins. he had remembered, and she'd spent the day wondering whether he'd forgotten. (given, she had until two days ago) "happy anniversary to you too, you lunk-headed pirate." she says sarcastically as she laughs herself, moving her arms from where they'd been grasping his forearms to around his neck.

"what, don't like your gift?" he asks teasingly, his hands wandering further up from where they were resting around her waist. he knows she adores anything he retrieves for her (she never explicitly stated that included making her float like a children's balloon, but she digresses.), and doesn't need the reassurance as much anymore. however, the self deprecation pokes through every so slightly sometimes.

"i love the gift, and i love you, andronikos." she says, giggling as they float in front of the viewport. it just barely mirrors them against the durasteel, her hair floating wildly about as her robes pool around her. this, is the only place in the galaxy she'd want to be. in the arms of her husband as he pulls some new stunt that just makes her love him more than she already did. "just warn me next time."

"good to know." he murmurs, before kissing her softly. "i love you, mierrio."

it's not the first time he's said it, but from the way he used to talk about being tied down to one location, one job, one occupation, one person. it made her nervous in the beginning as she tried to withdraw from the first relationship she'd ever had once she realized he was only using her. or so she thought.

she'd give anything to have their anniversary nights back. anything to have the feeling of safety, of warmth against her chest, around her again. to have his hands in her hair, to have his hands wandering her pale skin in search of her scars and bruises. to be able to wake up to his brown eyes instead of some cathar yelling marching orders in the morning (kal still won't provide her with her own quarters. she can't be held responsible if someone in their barracks -a certain captain jorgan- won't lose their head in a fit of force-fueled anger)

she shakes her head, trying to clear her mind and seem relaxed as pretta arrives, hair done back in a severe bun (mierrio's convinced she has gel on hand, or that chiss make it naturally) that shines in the sunlight. she's wearing her imperial uniform again (odd, considering she's no longer aligned with the empire; or so she says), and her red eyes are pinned on her as she walks in what seems like a military marching order. "are you ready to depart, my lord?"

"as i've said, you do not have to refer to me as such, commander." she says, checking her pockets in case she's left something important in the crew quarters. with nothing to be found but her fingerless gun gloves, she inhales and then exhales before falling in step with her, slipping them on. "let us go and question this radical."

"as you wish." she answers, quickly marching up the outstretched plank. both heading to the cockpit, pretta flicks on all the required flight switches as mierrio takes the pilot's seat. all the lessons received by him, did do her some good.

she wishes it were him in the co-pilot seat as she hears the engines roar to life. adjusting her hands on the controls, she's steels her emotions for the trip ahead.

mierrio prays that it's andronikos.

she tries to prepare herself for the fact that it may not be.

it's rather cold when they arrive, as she tightens her jacket around herself and re-adjusting her gloves. blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she tries slicking the dark hair back so that it doesn't get in her face while they are here..

nervous tics, here and there. pretta punches in the code to the ship, and they pass through the airlock, soldiers on either side of the door as pretta nods to them. they stand rigidly back in place, heads facing forward.

mierrio finds it odd, how she once had them at her mercy all those years ago. then they were the ones who took her in.

to say the least, the armored guards make her quite a bit jumpy as she hurries to catch up the alliance commander. "you said you may know this man?" pretta turns to her, vermillion red eyes locking onto her own amber orbs.

"i'm not sure." mierrio answers, blaster clanging against her lightsaber's hilt. "possibly."

"hmph." pretta gives a disapproving glance in her direction before choosing against saying something. "let me enter first, in case this turns violent."

"that may be a bit backwards, commander. shouldn't i go in first then?" she hurriedly asks as she can hear muffled conversation beyond the corner they were about to round. one of the lights flicker as she walks under it, and she rubs her hands against the thigh of her pant leg, trying to put out the literal nervous energy she's evoking. "in case it is dangerous?"

"i'll fight my own battles, my lord." she retorts, holding her head high and cutting the conversation quick. mierrio tries to shrug it off before she says something that'll get her arrested, kicked from the alliance or both. or worse. mierrio's been threatened that way before, and as much as she despises this commander, she stays because she has nowhere else to go.

she hasn't even seen kavelle in the years past. her third and final apprentice before the eternal fleet attacked, she wonders where the girl ended up. possibly she met up with ashara, khem val or xalek after she'd heard of her so-called death. possibly she struck out on her own and carved a path through republic space.

or died in a fiery ball of a combustion.

the possibilities were endless.

"wait here." pretta stops her just before the last door, and presses a code in that mierrio just barely catches. the door slides open, awaiting her entrance. "let me speak to hylo and this pirate first."

but why? her subconciousness cries out before pretta disappears. her voice catches in her throat before she can stick her booted foot in the door, and it snaps shut in a comfirming snick. frowning, the door closes just as she catches a glance of the golden electrical fence, and two people standing inside. there's nothing much else to do other than wait for the commander's return, but childishly, she discreetly leans against the durasteel wall, hoping to catch their conversation.

she doesn't. it seems that though they were rather loud earlier, whoever is inside has quieted down.

"i'd never go down without a fight, especially if it meant getting you out alive sith."

her heart pangs in defeat. had andronikos gotten himself captured by accident? what if it had been wrongly, trying to protect someone he cared about?

the what ifs were going to drive her mad.

nipping at the exposed skin on her fingers, her nails graze the bruises on her nose and the freshly scarred cut along the cupid's bow of her lip. hissing in pain as she pulls the offending hand away, she paces around the checkpoint. she counts the steps it takes to get to the corner and back, she walks in time like how she'd seen the commander do so. she quizzes herself on the trade routes lana was bound to ask her about again, she tries to name everyone by their full name (she still doesn't remember the gruff golden twi'lek's name, nor does she remember she remember the mercenary's either). anything to get her mind off what was happening on the other side of those blast doors.

"and who's to say i won't miss you when you come back?" she remembers asking, holding him up as he limps back to the fury. "who's to say i won't hunt down who's killed you?"

"can't say i'll stop you." he chuckled, nearly doubling over coughing up his lungs, "whoever kills me should get a medal, then the death sentence."

maybe this is all because she needs to sleep more often. mierrio has been missing out on crucial sleeping hours, trying to get accustomed to the eternal empire's time, which is not imperial standard time, nor is republic standard time either. maybe it's the insomnia that plagues her. maybe it's the ghost of a chance she may get caught again by the imperials for her crimes.

maybe it's because on the off-chance that she can see her husband again, he may not recognize her after all that's happened.

after everything. after the nights alone, finding the fury nearly intact. but empty. devoid of laughter, devoid of love. devoid of emotion.

devoid of her family.

of ashara and xalek, who she feels that though only years separate them, that they've grown up as her children. slowly training them to be sith, to be as powerful as they possible can.

of khem val, who though their partnership started off rocky, trusted with her life. who she felt as if she could turn to at any point in her life, and one of the few people who could translate his dashade language.

of talos, who while odd, was always interested in holding conversation. obscure or otherwise, his personality brightened the fury when the others we gone.

of andronikos.

the door slides open again, and mierrio's stands up a bit straighter, pulling herself away from the wall so it didn't look nearly as suspicious as it once did. pretta looks rather agitated, and rubs her temples as the door remains open. "has something gone wrong, commander?"

"i am not fully sure who this man is, or why he is here. if you'd like to speak to him before i shoot him out the airlock, you may." pretta responds, visibly gritting her teeth as she tries putting herself back together. angry isn't typically the vibe she gives off, but whoever it was must've struck a nerve or annoyed her to no end. pretta doesn't have a threshold for stupidity or a capacity to be annoyed, so this person may not be andronikos.

her mood drops immediatly, facing that reality. that it may not be him, and she may have gotten her hopes up for nothing.

she's thirty four years old, not four, she shouldn't be trapped in this cycle of wanting and facing reality. "then i should be in and out."

"good. i've got things to do back on base." pretta says distractedly. "if you need hylo to leave, just ask her. torture him or whatnot, i don't intend to keep him."

a bit concerned for her commander's state of mental health, she walks through the door. it shuts behind her and that small noise propels her forward. no longer in a leisurely jog, she walks just a bit too fast for it to be normal. she can hear talking rather clearly now, and her heart picks up the pace as well.

annie.

"i ain't tellin' you nothin." she hears, and she rushes forward faster.

nikky.

she stops just before the door, hylo arguing back with him as the guardians nod at her, the electric door opening. hylo turns away from him for just a moment, frowning. "so then the commander sent you in to deal with him, yeah?"

mierrio intends to answer her first, but the shocked expression on andronikos' face is enough to make the words freeze on her lips. he shakes his head, like as if he's going mad. "i've seen enough ghosts for a lifetime..." he trails off.

"guessing you two know each other?" hylo questions again. mierrio barely wants to take her eyes off him long enough to nod. she's afraid if she stops acknowledging his existence, he'll be gone like it was a dream. the mirialan gives her an odd look before leaving, and then there they are.

alone together.

"i thought you were dead." is all he can manage to say, looking her up and down. "i thought i'd lost you."

mierrio reaches out for one of his hands, looking at the outstretched limb before really looking at him. her heart is beating out of her chest as she nearly cries. six years. six long years, and yet here he is. stubble is peaking out here and then, and new scars decorate his face. a new armor set that has dings here and there. "it's you. you came back for me." she whispers, lacing her fingers into his.

she's shaking as she makes this realization, other hand buzzing at her side with unrelenting energy. she's willing the lightning not to short out the lights in here as well. "i thought i'd never see you again."

he chuckles darkly, "i could say the same." he ruffles her hair affectionately, "didn't know you shaved it all off."

"things happen." mierrio responds, "i hadn't known you'd taken up piracy again."

"i didn't know you were with the eternal empire." he counters.

"alliance." she corrects him, "we're the alliance now."

"yeah." he's quiet for a moment, "you fit the bill, i guess."

"what's that supposed to mean?" she asks quizzically, knowing full well what he's talking about. a rebellious group warranted a change in his book apparently. well, in hers as well.

she doesn't want him to stop talking. what if she blinks, and he's gone?

"new hair, new style, new friends, new ship. it's a good look for you." she smiles, smoothing out her hair and running her sweaty fingertips through it. it does seem as if everything is new since the last time they'd seen each other. "hoping that means you don't have a new me somewhere out there too."

"never." she responds, tripping over the word to reassure him. replacing him is the furthest thing from her mind. nothing could fill the void that andronikos left in her life, in her heart. to think he'd suggest such an absurd thing, fills her with panic as she stutters through her thoughts. "i'd never replace you, andronikos." she pauses, putting her other hand in his. "we're in each other's orbits until the stars grow cold."

he seems surprised she still remembers that, eyes widening until they crinkle at the edges. that's new, possibly with age. it just makes her love him more, as a smile emerges among his features. "we're in each other's orbits until the stars grow cold." he repeats back to her. "i love you, mierrio."

"i love you too, andronikos." she says, before standing on her toes and embarassingly failing to reach his lips. she doesn't wear heeled boots like she once did, so the staggering height difference is increased. he chuckles, letting her suffer for a moment before bending just a bit to allow their lips to touch. mierrio hasn't been kissed in years, and they'd both be lying if they said they weren't quite a bit more aggressive than they needed to be. however, neither seems to care as their lips crash against one another again and again. she just can't get enough of her husband after being away from each other for so long. her body cries out to feel his touch again, shivers running up and down her spine. once they have to pull away to breathe, she speaks again "you'll never leave my side again, understood?"

"your wish is my command, my lord." he responds jokingly as she untangles herself from him. "when you cut your hair? it was so long before."

"little while before i got arrested." she says, attempting to avoid the conversation that's about to ensue. her little stint in piracy could be ignored for the moment. "we should get going."

"arrested? you?" he asks incredulously as he follows her out, hylo and pretta most likely on the other side of the blast doors. "my sith wife got arrested. on what charges?"

"we'll discuss this matter later, andronikos." she says, face heating.

"fine then." he shrugs, before planting another kiss on her lips before she opens the doors. "i'll never leave you again."

"that's good to hear." mierrio responds, sheepishly smiling at pretta when they azure agent turns to her from hylo. clearing her throat, she calms her racing heart for just a moment as andronikos waits just behind her. "we're taking him with us."

"what?" pretta cocks a suspicious eyebrow in confusion. "he's a prisoner of the eternal alliance."

"he's my husband." mierrio deadpans, stalking past them both as she takes andronikos' hand and heads back the way they'd come earlier towards the airlock. "refuse this, and you refuse me from the alliance."

hylo, nor pretta say anything on the return trip, allowing both her and andronikos to take the controls of the ship. they talk a lot on the round trip back, smiling and laughing as they explain the years in between their last talk. the scars they've gained, the laughs they've had, the times they've cried. the friends they've made and lost.

even once they reach base again, they're still talking long after hylo and pretta leave to go about business as usual. it's dark once they run out of things to say, andronikos' hands combing through what hair she has left, and her head laying against his chest as she sits atop him in the captain's chair. to hear his heart beat beneath her ears, it feels good. it feels like the last few years have just been a collective fever dream, and that any time she'll wake up on the fury.

but, she'll make the most of what's happening now. she has her husband back, and life continues on. whatever happens, the revels will be here for it.

i love you, more than anything.

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