SWTOR ficlet: Before
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ladykf“What did you do before all this?”
Seran opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get out of his doze before looking over to find Mako. He was still getting used to having her always there, a strange concept but not entirely unwelcome. “Before what all?”
“Before Braden dragged you into the Great Hunt,” she said, making a vaguely encompassing gesture. “You’re not exactly a kid, you had to have done things before. And I don’t think for one minute all that gear was a gift from your parents.”
“The blades are Ma’s work, but I do take credit for the blasters,” he admitted, sitting up properly. Conversation was better than trying to sleep the whole flight to the Imperial capital anyway. “I did some work for her, mostly helpin’ my brother - Lathi has a mind for numbers, woulda made a damn fine merchant. He’d get her materials, sell goods an’ all. But I’ve been callin’ Tatooine home for… stars, maybe a good five years now? I’ve done a lot of work as an armed guard for people goin’ through the outer rim, got a lot of travel in with that.”
“That’s how you could pay to get them shipped off, isn’t it?” Mako bit her lip, clearly not having meant to blurt that out, but went through with it when he didn’t say anything. “It had to have cost a lot of credits, just to ship Jory and Braden off Hutta. But… you did, and you could, I was just….”
“Wonderin’ what kinda money I had, huh?” Seran chuckled softly, waving a hand as if he could shoo off her embarrassment. “It’s fine. I’m not big on having things so I keep funds for when I need ‘em. Seein’ that they got a proper burial, that was important. Just sorry we’ll miss it.”
“Yeah… but we’re doing the right thing. I mean, this was Braden’s dream.” Mako sighed, fiddling with her shuttle pass. “When you agreed to do this, he was so happy. He said you were Great Hunt material, that you really stood a chance to win this, and… this is what he’d want, more than anything. To see you do this.”
“Us,” he corrected. “We’re a team now, right kid?”
“I’m not a kid,” she huffed, kicking at his ankle.
“Sure you’re not.” Seran grinned at her, catching her hand when she went to shove at him and holding it gently. “Look at that tiny hand.”
“Seran-vin!”
“Okay, okay.” He squeezed her hand and let it go. “But we are a team. I’m not just gonna drop you off t’ fend for yourself.”
Mako gave him a small smile for that, nodding. “Okay. Thanks, Seran. Really.”
