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Tavell noticed the glance between his new captain and the Knight. He not only noticed it, but it lingered in his mind, marinated there long enough that he started to savour it, relish the thought of mentioning it. He waited until the lift doors opened, then stepped in, gently but insistently...

Tavell sat in silence for the majority of the flight. He simply looked out at the sight of Raxus slowly ebbing away, the details on the surface becoming more and more indistinct, lost to the tide of altitude as the shuttle climbed up and out. His eyes fixed on the horizon of the shrinking...

“What the Kriff are you-” Tavell watched with a mixture of horror, outrage and something resembling mirth on his weathered face as he watched Solari break formation, then jump to lightspeed in pursuit of the freighter. “Lapdog to Detente. Repeat, Lapdog to Detente. Do we have permission to...

“Looks like an Occupier. Not been intimate with one on account that I’m usually high above them. But they’re good in close quarters. Urban support if I’m right?” Tavell sensed that Kellan was uneasy at his presence. But he wasn’t about to let the young buck out of his sight. Not when he...

“Uba hasa mee yocola, outmian.” The Rodian snarled at him from across the table. “Come again?” Tavell sat in the alcove deliberately. Back against the wall, long overcoat to hide any hardware he might have been carrying, only a pistol but in bars like this it paid to look like you were more...

“Echo leader, copy that Raging Bull. Dropping to atmospherics.” Tavell hit the pedal to his right and pushed his fighter down hard. The rest of Echo spun with him. Blaster fire rose up to greet them, from more fighters and from the surface cannons he surmised. The spaceport was a critical...

“Stay in formation. STAY IN FORMATION! Damnit Geel! Close ranks! Sheef, watch your six! Two fighters inbound. Sheef!-” The TIE fighter erupted, a mantilla of plasma preempting the inevitable explosion as the blaster fire ignited in the TIE’s engines. The explosion rocked Geel’s fighter...

Tavell wheeled the TIE around. Through years of repetition his hands and feet moved with a leisurely ease, his fingers and wrists controlling pitch and yaw and thrust, while his feet pushed down on pedals controlling the various maneuvering thrusters that helped make the ship so agile. He...

Tavell pinched the bridge of his nose, then his fingers travelled to his temples. Pomp and self import irked him, he had enjoyed - even loved them as a young man. But that was years ago, now as much as he understood their place, their importance, they irritated him. He’d much rather have been...