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thefoodwiththedood · 5 years

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“Not On Your Life”

HEY EVERYONE, here’s another Weekly Prompt submission for the Angels’ discord server! This week’s prompt was “Mistake”, so of course I went with my character who’s made perhaps the most mistakes in her life, Heraath! This was a fun snippet to write out after having it in my head so long, so yeah, I hope y’all like it! :D

Characters: Heraath Chad’tekt, General Kleeve

Word Count: 1305

TW: Profanity; Suggestion of violence;

“Right this way, bounty hunter,”

Heeding the tactical droid’s order, Heraath followed him down the corridor towards the bridge. Taking this job already felt like a mistake; normally her work allowed her to follow her own schedule, but this time, they were insisting she work directly under whatever army stiff was leading the siege on Foless. Apparently, the job was going to require the utmost coordination and confidentiality—two things she’d have been happy to provide, so long as she got paid.

After a short elevator ride, the droid showed Heraath to the bridge to meet the general. “Hornette,” the droid spoke up, and the general turned to face them. “May I present, General—”

“KLEEVE!” Heraath recognized the smug cyclops instantly, and in one swift motion, she rushed forward and brought the dagger attachment of her cybernetic hand up to his throat. The hurt, betrayed part of her wanted to just end his treacherous life right then and there, but another part of her wanted to watch him struggle, to watch his blood run cold, to watch him try and squirm away like the rat he was.

Kleeve stumbled backwards, propping himself up on the nearest console and leaning back as the blade inched closer to his neck. After a tense second or two, he cleared his throat. “It seems we have some prior history,” he said in basic, thumbing around for the “Security” button on the console, “one I unfortunately can’t seem to remember—care to enlighten me, Ms. Hornette?”

Heraath growled—then, she remembered she was wearing her helmet. She quickly tore it off and let it fall to the ground, and with that, the look of despair she’d been hoping for came over Kleeve’s face. Now that she had his attention, she snarled at him in Devaronese, <<Remember me now, fuckface?>>

Kleeve gulped, but as he saw the door behind him and Heraath open, his features relaxed just slightly. Instantly, ten commando droids filed into the room, training their weapons on Heraath. With a look backwards and a subsequent grimace in Kleeve’s direction, she reluctantly backed off, allowing Kleeve to catch his breath and regain his composure. <<Yeah, now I do,>> he finally spoke, returning to their shared native tongue, <<attempts to kill me aside, you’re a hard one to forget>>

Heraath scoffed and rolled her eyes. <<Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me, you prick. Not anymore>> <<Didn’t think so>> he sighed. <<So what’s your plan here, ‘Hornette’? Come to kill me face-to-face? Take my other eye as a souvenir, while you’re at it?>> <<And trap myself on a dreadnought with all your little toy soldiers? You wish. I’m here because the Separatists aren’t gaining any ground on Foless, and you idiots need me to expedite things. What Dooku neglected to mention was that I’d be working under you, of all people>>

<<Well don’t look at me, I didn’t know he hired you either—and as much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. We’re locked in a stalemate on Foless, and we need someone with your particular skill set to break it>>

Heraath smiled, then laughed, causing the droids and Kleeve to tense up reflexively. She really did have a sickening laugh. <<Is that right? And what makes you think I’d ever help you, after what you did to me?>>

Kleeve smirked. <<Triple your rate if I make it back to Raxus alive and unharmed. No payment if I am killed, by you or by anyone else, during our time on Foless. How’s that for a deal?>>

Heraath’s smile faded. Spending time with Kleeve at all—and as his subordinate, no less—was a nightmare to her, and yet, she was too strapped for cash to say no to an offer like that. She sighed. <<All bets are off after this is done, and if I see you again, make no mistake: I will kill you with my own two hands and hang your horns above my mantle. Until then, we have a deal>> <<Fantastic>> Kleeve muttered, mostly sarcastically. <<I’ll speak with Dooku about your payment once we’re en-route. Follow me>> With that, Kleeve walked past Heraath and into the elevator, safely surrounded by his droid entourage. Shaking her head, Heraath shifted her cybernetic back to its normal hand form, picked up her helmet, and followed him.

As the elevator doors closed behind them, Heraath spoke again. <<Tell me about my target>> Kleeve took a datapad from the tactical droid and handed it to Heraath, who scrolled through it as he spoke. <<In short, you’re to infiltrate the Republic base in Foless’s capitol, steal the files detailed in the brief, and if possible, assassinate the Jedi general leading the planet’s defense>>

<<Easy. Should have this done by the next rotation—how long have your forces been here again? A month?>> Kleeve ignored her. <<Once the Confederacy takes Foless, we’ll be that much closer to my ultimate prize: the liberation of our home planet, Devaron>> <<Lucky you>> Heraath said, as emotionlessly as she could manage.

This Kleeve couldn’t ignore. <<Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? For Devaron to be free from the Republic’s tyranny?>> <<Something like that>> she said, still trying to come off as uninterested. <<Though ideally, I never saw the Separatists’ tyranny in the picture>> <<The Confederacy’s goal is not tyranny,>> Kleeve almost shouted before remembering who he was talking to and lowering his voice. <<It’s the Republic who is corrupt, not us,>>

<<All the Separatists are aiming to do is become the next big pan-galactic superpower. Won’t be too long until people are calling you tyrants>>

Kleeve sighed. <<There was a time when you believed in the dream. I remember it. Sad to see you don’t>>

<<Yeah, well, being left alone to raise a daughter with no money has a way of shaking one’s faith in things>>

At this, Kleeve stayed silent for a minute or so. <<How is Luhsahnuhes, by the way?>>

Heraath scoffed. <<What, now you care about your daughter?>>

<<Don’t you?>>

Heraath paused. She didn’t know how to answer that, so she went back to Kleeve’s first question. <<I don’t know how she is>> she contemplated telling him everything that had happened—how she’d given up Luhsahnuhes to Dooku, so he could turn her into one of his assassins. She contemplated telling him about how Dooku had lost Luhsahnuhes when the Jedi raided his compound, and how he had no idea where she was, if she was even alive. She decided it was best to say as little as possible. <<I made the mistake of giving her up to someone—someone who I thought could take care of her, but I found out too late that they couldn’t. I haven’t seen her in over a decade now>> <<Ah>> Kleeve said, pausing for a moment afterwards. <<Well then, it seems we both made some mistakes. My mistakes have led me to my current station, though, so I can’t say I have any regrets. What about you?>> Heraath stayed silent—she didn’t know how to answer that either—so he continued. <<I hope she’s alive out there. Maybe then you or I will meet her again someday, maybe after Devaron is free,>> he paused again, turning to smile at her. <<Maybe then we can all be a family again, eh?>>

<<Not on your life>> Heraath growled, not bothering to turn and look back at him. She could tell he was still looking at her, though. <<you better swivel that neck back around right the fuck now, or else I might just break contract and break your neck>> she snapped, and Kleeve quickly did as he was told.

A second later, the elevator came to a stop and the door opened to the hangar deck, where a shuttle was waiting to take them planetside. Heraath sighed—taking this job was definitely a mistake. <<Let’s just get this over with>>

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