KotOR I: Orin Dakall
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+G through L › Knights of the Old Republic
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
55
Views:
10,120
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Knights of the Old Republic, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Thirty
Within the next hour, they fought their way through the base’s upper level, letting one Vulkar go free for being whiny and telling them how to reach the lower level. Orin also nearly choked to death in a pool booby trapped with poison gas.
They stocked up on more weapons in the Vulkars cache, got past the lower level security without incident, and fought their way through the garage to a workbench, where Carth was now refitting Mission’s armor. And no one had spoken more than ten words since freeing the waitress.
Mission sat slumped against the wall, her head bobbing as she unsuccessfully tried to fight off sleep. Orin sat on a work table, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared through a locker.
Carth moved on to upgrading his pistols.
“So what’s your story?”
Orin’s head jerked up. Apparently she’d been falling asleep too. “Huh?”
“You expect me to spill my guts about my past, and not get the same in return?”
“Sort of,” she said with a yawn. “Besides, don’t you have to win an argument before you can demand I tell you anything? I thought that was the new rule.”
“Hn. Upgrade your armor.”
She slid off the table. “It’s nothing interesting anyway.”
Now that he didn’t believe. And she wasn’t the type to downplay her escapades.
She just doesn’t want me to ask about it, he thought, watching her flip out a vibroblade and affix an energy projector. Too bad. Soon as I win an argument, I know exactly what our conversation topic will be... ‘Soon as I win?’ Damn it. I need to cheat. Somehow.
Orin was nudging Mission with her foot.
“Get your armor on. Time to go.” She looked over at Carth. “What’s the countdown?”
“Less than 18 hours,” he said, consulting his holocron.
“Shit. Why aren’t you the one entering the race? You’re a pilot. I’ve never touched one of the things before.”
“Answer’s in the question,” he said as they headed down a hallway. “I’m not only a pilot; I’m the Republic’s best. If that accelerator blows up on the track--”
“You know, it’s good you’re so humble,” she interjected. “Otherwise you’d be a pain in the ass.”
“Don’t want competition?”
“You’re not even in my league, bantha-breath.”
“I’m just that much better? Aw, it’s sweet of you to admit it.”
“Shut up,” she said, hushed. There’re people behind this door.”
“Right, or you don’t have a witty comeback.”
“I can hear them talking.”
“Did I just win a fight?”
“No. You answered a question in a long-winded and entirely unnecessary fashion.”
“Ugh,” Mission said, pushing past Orin and unlocking the door. “Can you two stop fighting for once? The awkward silence was better than this.”
The door opened on three Vulkars, their ears had obviously been pressed to the now-absent door. Mission shot one through the eye before they had time to react. Carth and Orin were surprised enough that it took them longer to figure out what was going on than the Vulkars.
Mission killed a second, and Orin and Carth took out the third in unison.
“What was that about?” Carth said, turning to the Twi’lek.
“I think she was pretty clear,” Orin said, looking up from one of the corpses’ now substantially lighter wallets. “Our playful banter seems to be having a negative effect on the merry band.”
Carth ignored her. “Do you realize what could have happened if there had been more people in here? We were completely unprepared!”
Mission’s jaw tightened.
“Would you say you’re more prepared now?” Another door opened, revealing a male and female Twi’lek along with two more guards. The male leered at them. “Or less?”
Orin shrugged. "About the same. And to you," she said, looking over at Carth, "had we not been interrupted by the eavesdropping gang members, my witty response would've involved me admitting that yes, you are that much better at being an ass than I am."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, you just came up with that now."
"Would you prefer it if we came in again?" asked the Twi'lek. "You seem to have some issues that need to be sorted out. I just hate to waste a grand entrance. I'm sure you understand."
They stocked up on more weapons in the Vulkars cache, got past the lower level security without incident, and fought their way through the garage to a workbench, where Carth was now refitting Mission’s armor. And no one had spoken more than ten words since freeing the waitress.
Mission sat slumped against the wall, her head bobbing as she unsuccessfully tried to fight off sleep. Orin sat on a work table, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared through a locker.
Carth moved on to upgrading his pistols.
“So what’s your story?”
Orin’s head jerked up. Apparently she’d been falling asleep too. “Huh?”
“You expect me to spill my guts about my past, and not get the same in return?”
“Sort of,” she said with a yawn. “Besides, don’t you have to win an argument before you can demand I tell you anything? I thought that was the new rule.”
“Hn. Upgrade your armor.”
She slid off the table. “It’s nothing interesting anyway.”
Now that he didn’t believe. And she wasn’t the type to downplay her escapades.
She just doesn’t want me to ask about it, he thought, watching her flip out a vibroblade and affix an energy projector. Too bad. Soon as I win an argument, I know exactly what our conversation topic will be... ‘Soon as I win?’ Damn it. I need to cheat. Somehow.
Orin was nudging Mission with her foot.
“Get your armor on. Time to go.” She looked over at Carth. “What’s the countdown?”
“Less than 18 hours,” he said, consulting his holocron.
“Shit. Why aren’t you the one entering the race? You’re a pilot. I’ve never touched one of the things before.”
“Answer’s in the question,” he said as they headed down a hallway. “I’m not only a pilot; I’m the Republic’s best. If that accelerator blows up on the track--”
“You know, it’s good you’re so humble,” she interjected. “Otherwise you’d be a pain in the ass.”
“Don’t want competition?”
“You’re not even in my league, bantha-breath.”
“I’m just that much better? Aw, it’s sweet of you to admit it.”
“Shut up,” she said, hushed. There’re people behind this door.”
“Right, or you don’t have a witty comeback.”
“I can hear them talking.”
“Did I just win a fight?”
“No. You answered a question in a long-winded and entirely unnecessary fashion.”
“Ugh,” Mission said, pushing past Orin and unlocking the door. “Can you two stop fighting for once? The awkward silence was better than this.”
The door opened on three Vulkars, their ears had obviously been pressed to the now-absent door. Mission shot one through the eye before they had time to react. Carth and Orin were surprised enough that it took them longer to figure out what was going on than the Vulkars.
Mission killed a second, and Orin and Carth took out the third in unison.
“What was that about?” Carth said, turning to the Twi’lek.
“I think she was pretty clear,” Orin said, looking up from one of the corpses’ now substantially lighter wallets. “Our playful banter seems to be having a negative effect on the merry band.”
Carth ignored her. “Do you realize what could have happened if there had been more people in here? We were completely unprepared!”
Mission’s jaw tightened.
“Would you say you’re more prepared now?” Another door opened, revealing a male and female Twi’lek along with two more guards. The male leered at them. “Or less?”
Orin shrugged. "About the same. And to you," she said, looking over at Carth, "had we not been interrupted by the eavesdropping gang members, my witty response would've involved me admitting that yes, you are that much better at being an ass than I am."
He rolled his eyes. "Please, you just came up with that now."
"Would you prefer it if we came in again?" asked the Twi'lek. "You seem to have some issues that need to be sorted out. I just hate to waste a grand entrance. I'm sure you understand."