friends and enemies

[holocam]

He had an enemy, once. She wasn't an enemy at first; she was just a nice, beautiful woman, telling him the scarheads were going to attack but she could save his family. Then she told him what he had to do for that, and he didn't like it, but he said he'd do it -- after all, what was one random Jedi brat for the lives of his mother and sisters? It wasn't like he knew Skywalker at all, so it didn't bother him too much.

But then she abandoned him, in the middle of...everything. Abandoned him, let his family...disappear. Probably...die. And she was still alive. He knew she was still alive. So she became his enemy, the person he hated almost as much as the scarheads themselves, maybe even as much as he hated himself for trusting her and letting his mother and sisters die. She was the woman who taught him, without meaning to, that you can't judge someone just by how nice they look.

He was distracted after that, busy with everything, his new life; busy learning to be Tarc instead of Dab. But he didn't forget about her, about that nasty, evil, beautiful woman, his worst enemy. When the Jedi and pilots came back from their top secret mission, he thought he heard them talk about her, mention her name. So he went to them, the actor-pilot and the mechanic-pilot, the day before he left with Wolam and Tam. He went without his holocam for once; just himself, a small boy in clothes that didn't fit, asking questions.

They didn't want to tell him; they said they couldn't. "Top secret, Intel stuff," the mechanic-pilot said.

"I worked with Intel! Well, Tam did. So you can tell me! I won't tell anyone."

"Sorry, kid--"

"Please, I just want to know. Was she there?"

And they looked at him for a long moment, then each other, and finally the actor-pilot said, "Yes. She was..."

He heard the emphasis there, on the past tense. He tried not to hope. Maybe all the man meant was that she'd escaped. "But now?"

Another long pause. The actor-pilot sighed, then waved for the mechanic-pilot to explain. "She's still there," he said slowly. Then grinned suddenly. "Under a few hundred kilos of rubble, unless the rats have eaten her already."

Tarc mirrored his grin and thanked the two pilots, then ran off, back to his room and his holocam and his everyday self. Viqi Shesh was dead, he knew that now, and even if he wasn't happy because of it...he was satisfied.

So he doesn't have any enemies anymore. All he has are friends and acquaintances, and that's perfectly fine with him.

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muse: Tarc
fandom: Star Wars NJO
words: 450
ooc note: actor-pilot... hehe... sorry, Face.

Comments

[alison-sky.livejournal.com]

LOL! Too bad it's not my TM! Face, but I love it! -=grins=- any Face mentions make me happy :)

[holocam-boy.livejournal.com]

Muah. Mun shall see what she can do to oblige.