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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Turning Tides

female OC x Agent Kallus FF

The OC is a rebel named Zoey Payne, a cheeky redhead that got herself into trouble with a certain ISB Agent we all know.

Warnings: None so far.

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Auhtor's comment:

I wrote this a good while ago and just stumbled across it again moments ago, thought I just leave it here. There are more parts, maybe I'll upload them aswell.

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Part 1 - Captured

None of this had gone according to plan. In fact, after sneaking onto the Star Destroyer, Zoey should have just quickly and quietly picked up Chopper and the data he had collected. Instead, she stumbled into a group of stormtroopers and was arrested. Now she sat in one of the holding cells, anxiously awaiting her interrogation. At least she had managed to create a window for Chopper, the droid had done its job and left the Star Destroyer. Now, however, the entire crew was on alert and the guards had been reinforced to ensure that no one could free her.

Admiral Constantine was in command of the destroyer. However, an Imperial ISB agent was probably in charge of the interrogations.

She had heard horrible stories about these interrogations and the agents, so Zoey wasn't too keen on being interrogated. Her cell door suddenly opened with a hiss. At the top of the five stairs leading to her cell stood a tall man, at least 6'3" or 6'4". He was slender but well-toned; she could see his muscular arms through the tight sleeves of his agent's uniform. Over his uniform shirt with the stand-up collar, he wore a breastplate with the insignia of a senior agent. His broad shoulders were straight up, his hands clasped behind his back. Everything about his appearance told her that this man was very confident. His movements showed that he was trained and in control of his body. His full hair was combed back, was a reddish-blond color, and looked very well-groomed. He had neatly manicured sideburns. From an attractive, masculine face, two serious, caramel-colored eyes gazed at her. He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment when he saw her, as if he had seen something unexpected. But within a heartbeat, he seemed to have himself under control again.

Agent Alexsander Kallus has been tasked with interrogating suspected rebels. At least today. The admiral had asked him to do it, and no request from a superior was denied, even if it was only a request and not an order. Opening the cell door, he gestured to the soldiers to wait outside. His standard text was almost on the tip of his tongue when he paused for a moment and looked in surprise at the woman sitting in the cell. She was pretty, extraordinarily pretty. Copper-red, slightly wavy, long, silky hair, large green eyes, pale, flawless skin. An elegantly curved mouth with full, rosy lips. She was relatively slim, but her body was still very feminine. Her hands were slender and delicate, as were her arms, her legs were slender too, but something told him she was a good runner. He had noticed all this in a split second, this was what he had been trained to do, and a quick perception was important. He shook off the thought of her special appearance as best he could and returned to his professional mode.

In a deceptively soft, deep voice, the agent said, "I am ISB Agent Kallus. We are going to talk and you are going to give me the information I ask for."

She looked up at him nervously, unsure of herself. As he came closer, she rose from her seat and backed away anxiously.

Kallus watched her cautiously, quietly, intently.

He stayed where he was, did not chase her around the cell, as she had feared.

"My first question would be your name," he said matter-of-factly.

When she didn't answer him, he stared at her silently for a few moments, neither angry nor sad nor amused, but simply waiting patiently.

"If you don't answer my questions, it won't get any easier for you. On the contrary. At a certain level of refusal to cooperate, I will have to decide on further action. Being locked in a cell may be unpleasant, but there are much worse things. My advice would be to answer my questions and not underestimate how far I would go to get those answers," he calmly explained.

"You can call me Firecracker," she said dryly.

Finally, he walked toward her. Zoey backed away until her back hit a wall. The agent came very close to her. Her heart pounded with fear.

"... Zoey," she said softly.

He tilted his ear toward her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Zoey ... my name is Zoey."

"Zoey," he repeated, "Zoey who?"

She blinked, her shy gaze trying to resist his.

"Payne. Zoey Payne," she finally answered hesitantly.

She knew he was looking right through her, she knew she was looking at a professional. On the other hand, it wasn't too hard to see that she was intimidated and didn't know how to defend herself.

"You're a strange rebel. Normally you guys are much more ... More rebellious and combative. I guess you either haven't been around long or you don't usually join the away teams."

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"A little of both," she admitted, still very quiet.

He eyed her carefully and finally asked, "What are your duties usually?"

"Cooking, grocery shopping, flying missions now and then," she answered almost a little defiantly.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Whimsical. Then what the hell are you doing here?"

She sighed in annoyance.

"It was my first field trip. I was supposed to ... pick something up. My job is done, but I didn't get off the ship myself."

He smiled condescendingly.

"Not a particularly successful first job"

"I was very successful! The data from ..." She paused, startled, when she realized he had almost made her say what she had actually been doing here.

"So it was data. What data exactly did you smuggle out?"

When she remained silent and refused to answer, he said admonishingly.

"You don't want me to repeat the questions under different, less pleasant circumstances."

Zoey took a deep breath and exhaled, but remained silent.

Before she could think about a response, an alarm went off. The agent's expression darkened. With a hiss, the cell door opened again, and a soldier in his white armor with a blaster rifle at the ready appeared in the doorway.

"Sir! Intruder alert!"

With a snort, Kallus said, "Looks like your friends are trying to get you out," and glared at her, "Not on my watch."

The agent left the cell, the door closed behind him, and Zoey heard a scuffle in the hallway. The next moment the door opened again, but no one was there. Nervous and unsure, she climbed the few steps to the door and looked out into the hallway. Two troopers, who must have been on guard, lay unconscious on the floor. There was no trace of the agent. Zoey knew where the escape pods were, but she wasn't sure she could get there without getting caught. There was no point in thinking about it, she had to at least try.

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loriane-elmuerto · 3 years

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ღ + evelina and alexsander!

ship asks

THE CLOWNS YESSSS

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Evelina! Because of her job, and during the very early stage of their relationship, she'd always wake up at the early break of dawn, ready to leave for another assignment.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: I feel like Aleksander would be better at that?.... (book fans, correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't started reading yet) Because he has centuries of experience and certainly knows some killer recipes, whereas Evelina... Should stay away from all kitchens in the area

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Since he's making it, Aleksander would be the one to do it. Evelina usually does not like these "royal acts of service", because she was treated differently, but he likes to surprise her once in a while.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Evelina, because she's the horny bastard in this relationship. And because Aleksander has more self-restraint than her lmao. Also Evelina believes it may set him up with a good mood 😏

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Honestly, neither of them, because Aleksander is the type of person who will work hard until his body begs for a rest, he cannot sit around doing nothing, meanwhile Evelina is not even allowed to think of such pleasure when she is Pekka's assassin, so she just... Cannot imagine such a thing.

Who chooses the movies: If this were a modern story, it'd be Aleksander, because he has TASTE. And honestly he'd choose movies that would leave Evelina staring at the ceiling all night, having 10 identity crises.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Evelina, she needs the distraction herself.

Who orders lunch: Still, modern setting! It'd be Evelina! Even though Aleksander knows his stuff in the kitchen, Evelina knows the best restaurants and their menus in the city because of her travels. She likes to keep an ear to the ground for high quality places that he may like.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Neither, they're both too protective over it.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: ...Aleksander. He'd rather die than admit it, but it's true. Evelina is used to eating light, so she never reaches that point, but Aleksander is used to fuller meals. And Evelina might have worked some of her magic on him while he wasn't looking.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Evelina. She absolutely hates to admit it to herself, but she sorta feels for him, for his never ending struggles, so she wants to see him away from that when he's with her.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Bear with me here, but Evelina. She has had that treat exactly ONCE in her life, and it was during a mission, when some generous vendor decided to give it to her. Ever since then, she'd be craving to taste that sweet little paradise once more.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Back to the modern AU! I think that would be Aleksander, only because he needs the blackmail material (to look at something when he needs to cheer up if he's away from her)

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: EVELINA. She thinks she's hot shit until Aleksander whispers one to her ear in retaliation.

Who cooks dinner: It's a joint effort, though most of the work is done by him! Evelina is there more to learn and help than actually do something.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Evelina! She says it's the least she can do after he made dinner for them both. Plus being an assassin means you know how to clean after yourself---

Who stays up until 2 reading: Aleksander! The man is a type to get really lost in some good literature (and strategize).

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Evelina. And not because she thinks he looks sweet like that or something (she does), but because her conscience screams at her, asking what the hell is she doing and why is she gambling with her life like that.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Aleksander. It's at those moments that he feels that she isn't actually manipulating his feelings, and that it's... genuine.

#i jumped to answer this so quickly #i love two fools who love/hate each other #THANK YOU TINA! 🤗🤗💕#aleksander x evelina #dredgenyoure #ask meme #oc: evelina azimova

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