SWTOR ficlet: Mercy Before the Kill
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Mild spoiler warning for CH3 of the Bounty Hunter storyline in SWTOR. That said, also strongly mixed with how I headcanon the event for Seran-vin and therefore not exactly the same.
Seran figured, if you asked most people who knew him, they’d say he was an easy going guy. Because he was. Sometimes his temper kicked up, but you usually had to provoke it. And any grudges he held were earned, like the mess with Blood early on.
Or this thing Jun Seros was pulling. He was damn lucky Seran wasn’t the sort to generalize, because he really could turn a man completely against the Jedi with this. There were good ones out there, ones who weren’t hypocrites, ones he respected, though. And that was why he had his comm out while Torian and Mako were plotting the path through the war zone that was Corellia, placing a call.
“Gen-ji’al.”
“I told you not to call me that,” Ji’al reminded him. There was no sounds of battle, so it was probably a decent enough time to call. “What do you want, hunter?”
“Jun Seros is hiding in your people’s enclave on Corellia.” There was no point mincing words. “I’m coming for him. Get the kids out of the way.”
“Frakking– are you kidding me?” There were some impressive snatches of Huttese as he was away from his comm for a moment. “You’re serious. He’s… nevermind. How much time do I have?”
“Mako, eta?” Seran prompted.
“At least fifteen minutes, no more than twenty,” she reported. “If we move now.”
“Good. You hear her?” Seran asked.
“I did. Just… frakking hells, Seran, I could have used more warning!” Ji’al protested.
“Any more time an’ your council could hold you responsible for not stoppin’ me,” Seran pointed out, smiling at the sharp breath on the other end. “Seems I gotta look out for all of you kids. Didn’t think of that, didja?”
“I’d do it anyway,” Ji’al insisted. “But… thank you. I’ll talk to my father, see what we can do. Be careful, he’s a battlemaster.”
“He’s a dead man walking, Carmine.” Seran smiled grimly. “Just doesn’t know it yet. And he knows I’m coming, I’m sure. He’s a liar an’ an coward, but he doesn’t seem like a complete idiot.”
“I’m pretty sure I should be offended or something,” the Jedi muttered. “Look, just… I’ll do it. Just be safe. I have a feeling if something happens to you, your ‘kids’ won’t be near so kind.”
Seran laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, they wouldn’t. But they’ve got their own problems. Just me an’ my crew this time.”
“More than enough, with your record.” Ji’al was silent a long moment. “From what I’ve heard, he’s earned this. Force be with you, Seran-vin. I’ll handle things here and be long gone by the time you arrive.”
Seran snorted, but didn’t refuse the words. “Thanks, kid.”
It was time to finish it.
Mild spoiler warning for CH3 of the Bounty Hunter storyline in SWTOR. That said, also strongly mixed with how I headcanon the event for Seran-vin and therefore not exactly the same.
Seran figured, if you asked most people who knew him, they’d say he was an easy going guy. Because he was. Sometimes his temper kicked up, but you usually had to provoke it. And any grudges he held were earned, like the mess with Blood early on.
Or this thing Jun Seros was pulling. He was damn lucky Seran wasn’t the sort to generalize, because he really could turn a man completely against the Jedi with this. There were good ones out there, ones who weren’t hypocrites, ones he respected, though. And that was why he had his comm out while Torian and Mako were plotting the path through the war zone that was Corellia, placing a call.
“Gen-ji’al.”
“I told you not to call me that,” Ji’al reminded him. There was no sounds of battle, so it was probably a decent enough time to call. “What do you want, hunter?”
“Jun Seros is hiding in your people’s enclave on Corellia.” There was no point mincing words. “I’m coming for him. Get the kids out of the way.”
“Frakking– are you kidding me?” There were some impressive snatches of Huttese as he was away from his comm for a moment. “You’re serious. He’s… nevermind. How much time do I have?”
“Mako, eta?” Seran prompted.
“At least fifteen minutes, no more than twenty,” she reported. “If we move now.”
“Good. You hear her?” Seran asked.
“I did. Just… frakking hells, Seran, I could have used more warning!” Ji’al protested.
“Any more time an’ your council could hold you responsible for not stoppin’ me,” Seran pointed out, smiling at the sharp breath on the other end. “Seems I gotta look out for all of you kids. Didn’t think of that, didja?”
“I’d do it anyway,” Ji’al insisted. “But… thank you. I’ll talk to my father, see what we can do. Be careful, he’s a battlemaster.”
“He’s a dead man walking, Carmine.” Seran smiled grimly. “Just doesn’t know it yet. And he knows I’m coming, I’m sure. He’s a liar an’ an coward, but he doesn’t seem like a complete idiot.”
“I’m pretty sure I should be offended or something,” the Jedi muttered. “Look, just… I’ll do it. Just be safe. I have a feeling if something happens to you, your ‘kids’ won’t be near so kind.”
Seran laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, they wouldn’t. But they’ve got their own problems. Just me an’ my crew this time.”
“More than enough, with your record.” Ji’al was silent a long moment. “From what I’ve heard, he’s earned this. Force be with you, Seran-vin. I’ll handle things here and be long gone by the time you arrive.”
Seran snorted, but didn’t refuse the words. “Thanks, kid.”
It was time to finish it.
