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Theme For someone who’d offered her hand, Merian was almost surprised that he took it. Kellan’s hand was warm, warmer than hers, and as she held it and held his eyes Merian felt these butterflies rise up in her, like those first few times after she’d fallen for Maros. She felt guilty for each...

“Half a dozen locations at once,” Merian added. “The captain’s right. And all else hasn’t failed.” Not yet, anyway. Time was running out. “Captain Solari can fight. I need you with me for the blueprints, the doors,” she told the lieutenant. “ISB matters. It’s true, they’ll be looking for...

“Rowan,” she said, slowly, in that same empty voice. She’d have forgotten in an hour. “Thank you.” Too early to tell if really she meant it, but for now, it felt like the right thing to say. Then Merian passed out again. @Nefieslab @Sreeya

On the Wildcard The cold hit her before the relief, and for a moment Merian was elsewhere. “No, no,” she protested, barely above a whisper. Her limbs tightened. “I need my drysuit. I hate cold water.” Her incoherent speech illustrated the haze the knight was in. But after a few seconds...

On the Wildcard The first attack hadn’t been altogether unexpected. Though her move meant she wasn’t in a position to defend herself perfectly, that at least one of four dark side users saw fit to intervene was a likely outcome. Merian accepted that. But when the second attack came, from...

Team Doctor Merian was by the consoles searching for survivors when she felt the commotion a second before she heard it. Impotent, performative rage. Her own stomach dropped as she tried to turn away, like she was the one being choked. And then came the voice. “Dare to disrespect me again...

Team Doctor Though Merian was no scholar, she felt the dark side as much as the others, viscerally, like concentrated in this nearing void with the mass of a thousand stars. The Doctor’s rambling about grotesque rituals made short work of whatever respect she may have held for the man. If he...

It had to be a hallway. As if the odds weren’t stacked enough already, their team wouldn’t make any progress until they reached the entrenched shooters all too ready for them across a claustrophobic trap mercilessly void of the slightest hint of cover. At least fifty meters. Like ten times...

Team Doctor Not so long ago, the Empire would have had as many delegates as the Jedi and Sith present. Merian knew the war had spread her faction thinner than they’d like, too thin to commit more than a token delegation to an exploratory trip that at first glance didn’t threaten its territory...

Merian half-frowned, like noncommittally vexed. “Well, there’s catching the repulsive grey bugs,” she pointed out. “Some of us still do it by hand, though that’s mostly for tourists. I’m something of an expert. Now I even pull them out of TIEs.” She looked down to his grey tunic with an...

The Nautolan’s eyes were like glued to the footage. He watched it once, twice. But then he sensed something was off, shook his head. “I can sense her here,” he said. “I know what you’re doing to her.” “Then—” “There is no emotion, there is peace. I was always prepared to let my padawan go...

He could reformulate all he wanted, Merian’s expression shifted into a proud, teasing smirk, knowing she’d struck true. Only it didn’t last long before he returned the favor and she was grave again. “Neither did mine, on Iloh,” she admitted. “Except they traded me in. To the Jedi,” she...

Relief washed over the Eclipse in the form of a wave of silence, hearts too jolted to make a sound. Stress had fallen like freezing rain, leaving them wrapped in ice even after it had gone. Only Lieutenant Brinks and Alpha Squadron hadn’t gotten the memo over comms. “Alpha Four, Alpha Six, on...

This was the worst moment to pass. Merian paced the bridge like a caged nexu, a hand restlessly on her hip, as she tried her best to accept there was nothing more productive she could do. The bridge was abuzz, everyone had their role to play, and she waited and did nothing. Victory was out of...

For a man drugged, the Nautolan seemed awfully alert. His eyes followed as she spoke, then the agent, and then to the droid, bespeaking a mind still working clearly. That damned Jedi spirit. His head subtly shot back as Merian made her reveal, only to immediately hang again in resignation...

Merian acknowledged the Grand Marshal’s personalized greeting. Still stubbornly doubting he remembered her from one campaign she’d mostly spent behind enemy lines, but she returned a smile all the same. An ISB representative answered the question she’d been asked, which was probably for the...

Follows Righting Our Wrongs Three Jedi knights. Three padawans. And ten confirmed members of the Bastion resistance, from ringleaders and forgers to mere runners and collaborators. The padawans had cracked the easiest. Even the forgettable freedom fighters, those without the Force, had put...

Not so long ago, even the dream that Merian would once take part in meetings like this had been unthinkable. Trust broken like glass, ripped from her post and upended, only for being Sith. And the man responsible was none other than the one she stood before now. Because like glass, trust...

With the captain handled—for now; Merian could sense he wasn’t exactly fervent about the attack still—the knight had the time of a breath to devote to other concerns. The lieutenant approaching her took her by surprise. But she welcomed it. Not so long ago, only the boldest or most foolish...

Unease vanished. The lingering tension in the Force resolved. In some way, Merian knew it. Her eyes returned to the sedated form of Knight Yix, a cruel smile on her lips, finally safe. “Or perhaps no one will come, after all,” she said aloud. As if on cue, Captain Milech rang her...