Cipher Nine (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
stabgremlin) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
revivalproject2020-06-03 03:08 pm
stabgremlin) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 03:08 pm
Keyword: Onomatophobia
WHO: Aden Nahain & Open
WHERE: Aden's Calibration Room!
WHAT: Calibrations! Aden will be angry about this eventually.
WHEN: During the calibration event.
WARNINGS: Uhh... Torture, violence, murder, xenophobia, brainwashing, drug use... Will add if more comes up.
On first glance, it looks like a normal boyhood room.
There's a small bed, and equally child-sized furniture like a desk and chair, a shelf with toys on it, and a white kite propped up against a wall.
The sheets on the bed are midnight blue and have clouds and stars on them and there's many soft-looking pillows, and a stuffed animal that's seen better days. Its fur is slightly dirty, and one button eye has fallen off. Though it's obviously been ripped in places, there's obvious clumsy attempts at patching it up with mismatched thread, and there's hairpin stuck onto its head.
There's a glossy button glinting beneath the bed, and further beneath the bed, there's a wooden practice blade.
On the wall above the bed, there's a large model of a space ship clumsily put together.
Looking around more though, there are things that are very out of place.
There's a blaster rifle leaning against a bookshelf, and on the windowsill where sunlight is shining in, and the wind is making sheer white curtains flutter, there's a holo of six young women and one teenage boy- not out of place, but what is out of place is the shiv next to it.
A bottle of pills lays open next to the small trash can by the desk, a few white pills having spilled out.
Looking in the trash can itself, there's a lot of discarded cards that have been crumpled up or torn to pieces- one card is still intact.
Even the toy shelf holds things that are out of place- there's a fragmentation grenade, and a strange metal mask.
There's a lightsaber hilt too, though that's next to the room's occupant- Aden himself, seated on the floor, looking toward the window at the clear skies outside. Somewhere in the room a music box plays, though it's hard to pin down where the sound is coming from.
WHERE: Aden's Calibration Room!
WHAT: Calibrations! Aden will be angry about this eventually.
WHEN: During the calibration event.
WARNINGS: Uhh... Torture, violence, murder, xenophobia, brainwashing, drug use... Will add if more comes up.
On first glance, it looks like a normal boyhood room.
There's a small bed, and equally child-sized furniture like a desk and chair, a shelf with toys on it, and a white kite propped up against a wall.
The sheets on the bed are midnight blue and have clouds and stars on them and there's many soft-looking pillows, and a stuffed animal that's seen better days. Its fur is slightly dirty, and one button eye has fallen off. Though it's obviously been ripped in places, there's obvious clumsy attempts at patching it up with mismatched thread, and there's hairpin stuck onto its head.
There's a glossy button glinting beneath the bed, and further beneath the bed, there's a wooden practice blade.
On the wall above the bed, there's a large model of a space ship clumsily put together.
Looking around more though, there are things that are very out of place.
There's a blaster rifle leaning against a bookshelf, and on the windowsill where sunlight is shining in, and the wind is making sheer white curtains flutter, there's a holo of six young women and one teenage boy- not out of place, but what is out of place is the shiv next to it.
A bottle of pills lays open next to the small trash can by the desk, a few white pills having spilled out.
Looking in the trash can itself, there's a lot of discarded cards that have been crumpled up or torn to pieces- one card is still intact.
Even the toy shelf holds things that are out of place- there's a fragmentation grenade, and a strange metal mask.
There's a lightsaber hilt too, though that's next to the room's occupant- Aden himself, seated on the floor, looking toward the window at the clear skies outside. Somewhere in the room a music box plays, though it's hard to pin down where the sound is coming from.
no subject
Reaching out, Vector took the card in hand.
no subject
"If I can manipulate a Hutt, I can handle a baron," He says, confidently, and perhaps it's strange for Vector to see himself from the outside like this. Or maybe it's completely normal.
"A Hutt? Indeed."
Perhaps he hadn't seen it then, but Vector's tone, the his expression, made Aden stand up a bit straighter, and there's a look in his eye that might just be the beginnings of infatuation. He's hanging onto every word, paying a sort of attention that while Vector might not have known then, but definitely knows now, that few ever get from him.
"We must proceed to the Dance of Unlighting, but we'll remain here for the duration of your mission. We suggest you present yourself to Cortess as an ally of the Empire. Show strength... And don't mention your Intelligence connections."
Aden nods, and gives a short bow, hissing as Kaliyo then punches him in the shoulder. But the two walk together, past all the Killiks, and out into the daylight of Alderaan. The pair continue walking in silence for some time and once some distance has been walked, Aden stops- and sinks down into a little ball, face going an impressive shade of purple.
"What in the hell was that!" He exclaimed, as Kaliyo rolled her eyes.
"And there it is," She said, "The rare loss of composure from mister professional. Didn't know you were into bugs."
"Shut your mouth, Kaliyo."
"Nah. So what's it about him, anyway? I haven't seen you act so damn pathetic before."
"Well, I haven't seen someone so-"
"Bug-brained?"
"Polite. Well-spoken. Intelligent. Do men accept cute as a compliment?"
"No."
"I'm not taking your word for it," Aden said, rising to his feet again, "Well, he's probably not into Chiss guys anyway, so... I'll leave it at this."
"How rational," Kaliyo answered, tone full of snark, "Now get a move on, I'm freezing my ass off out here."
It was Aden's turn to roll his eyes, but he began moving again, glancing back toward the direction they'd come from for a moment, before looking ahead. There was work to do. And he most certainly did not leave it at that- his emotions would grow deeper- Vector knew that already.
---
Back in the room, Aden hadn't gone quite as purple as he had in the memory, but he was still blushing just a little.
"See? Good memory."
no subject
As the memory faded, Vector put the card down. "You felt this way about us for a very long time, didn't you?"
Vector knew that Aden had loved him for a while, but somehow Vector never pondered on the exact moment when feelings began to stir within the Chiss. All that time, Aden had gone along thinking that Vector would never return his feelings. How his heart must have ached.
no subject
He would have been fine, being just friends. His heart would have continued to ache, but seeing Vector happy meant more to him than his own happiness. He couldn't say that about anyone else. He wouldn't ever feel this way about anyone else. He wouldn't ever change for anyone else, for better or for worse.
These feelings he'd carried with him were for Vector and Vector alone.
"I love you more for every day that passes."
no subject
He wrapped his arms around the Chiss and held him close. "We believe we started to return your feelings after you turned on Lord Jadus. We even found ourselves jealous when you got married."
no subject
Then he'd looked at Vector, seen the look on his face. And then he'd realized there was no place for kindness in what Jadus wanted to create. It wouldn't be a place for Vector, or for anyone who wasn't willing to bow, it wouldn't be a place where anyone could grow.
And despite his fear, he had turned against him.
Would he have done the same if Kaliyo was with him? He wasn't sure.
"I'm glad you were there. Though I wish you'd have spoken up about your feelings earlier."
They were together now though. A dream come true.
He couldn't help but smile at the admission of jealousy, wrapping his arms around Vector in return and burying his face against his chest, "So you were jealous. That's cute."
no subject
Between the brainwashing and other mental trauma Aden had been going through, Vector hadn't been sure how he could comfort the man. But, perhaps if he'd spoken up about his feelings, he could have instead helped Aden through it and provided emotional support. Perhaps having a lover would have helped.
Vector regretted that he never spoke up, and convinced himself that Aden didn't love him.
"Yes. We know why you did it, and it was for the sake of the mission, but we wanted it to be us."