You Can't Always Get What You Want

[Nicolás]

Nope. Not an ex-boyfriend.

Nicolás stood idly by, arms crossed and eyes slumped through the visor. Imperceptibly, the tip of his feet tapped against the ground with impatient concern. Why was she doing this now, of all times? Why drag it out even longer? Just shoot the damned bastard so he could be on his way.

But no. Deep down, he understood the appetite of revenge and it's insatiable taste. Once before he had someone so close to heart, only for them to tear it out the minute he looked away. He knew what he wanted to do back then; he knew what Evelyn wanted to do now: make them feel the same way. Unfortunately for the two, the lousy Sith from before was quick to surface out of the shadows (and forth from stalker mode), all to bait Eve yet again to join the dark side.

Now, don't get Nicolás wrong. He was all for the illicit and corrupt passion of vengeance. And murder, at least to those who deserve it. However, if there was one thing he despised the most, it was the Sith: pompous, presumptuous, pretentious. Masochistic pieces of bantha shit that think fear and pain suddenly make them the gods to the galaxy. Like, no. Chill. They're only just a bunch of boneheads in trembling capes. So, holding such thought to mind, the Mandalorian didn't hesitate to unveil his blaster again. This time, however, he wasn't just going to flaunt in the mirky air— he was going to aim it right for the Sith.

Other hand open and ready at his side, he seethed angrily, "Back the kriff off, your persistent prick. She's not going to join you and your band of robed pissbags, so I recommend you go back crawling from where you came from."

@Evelyn Roslin

 

[Evelyn Roslin]

Nero's entry had exactly the opposite effect that the Sith intended. Previously focused on the wounded man in front of her, anger and rage building, the Sith's overture drew her attention away. His approach was too blunt, too on-the-nose, and it jarred her into a momentary hesitation, realizing what she was doing. He very nearly derailed the chain-reaction of emotions that was currently igniting within the young woman.

The anger didn't dissipate; encountering the man who murdered her fiance provided too great an outlet for the tidal wave of emotions that had been building for days to be completely reversed. But she was almost baring her teeth at the Sith now, no fear in her gaze this time.

"This is none of your business Sith, stay the frak away from me."

The man on the ground chose then to groan, and she turned back to him. If her mind had been functioning normally, she might've noted Nicolás's stance, and the blaster aimed directly at the Sith. At the moment, however, primal emotions were dominating her thought processes. Something similar to fight-or-flight, but with the switch stuck in the first position.

"I'm sorry, ok? Whoever I killed, look - I'm sorry, really. Just help me, I'm begging you."

The rising panic in his tone made the apology far from sincere; you didn't need to be Force sensitive to realize he was clearly bull-shitting to save his own skin. Pleading for his life.

Vier's eyes were pleading with me to do something as he died . . . and all I could do was watch him fall. Watch him die . . . because of this piece of scum.

Foot still on the man's wounded leg, she bent down, and picked up a hunk of duracrete, slightly larger than the average Allied grenade.

@Nicolás

 

[Nerovec]

Nero let out a small chuckle as he looked at the Mandalorian. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you. Do you really think that your blaster is a match for my lightsaber and force powers ?"

Nero then looked at the girl as she picked up the hunk of duracrete. He chose not to speak and let her deal with the scumbag on the ground herself, instead he looked back at Nicolas. "You have such hatred for the Sith...I wonder why ? Did you lose a loved one to one of us ? Or perhaps you just assume we are all the same stereotype..Oh well it doesn't matter, if you fire that blaster you will die. So I suggest your lower it, I have no interest in killing you Mandalorian and I suggest you keep it that way."

 

[Nicolás]

“Ah, you’re right,” he answered in an instant, rough with hostility and defiance, “I won’t need a blaster to get you on your knees.”

“Um, that doesn't sound right.” The voice of his artificial companion, Siri, having been long reserved to silence for the majority of the battle, finally popped through in the scope of his helm. “Either way, you need to get out of here, Nic. Forget the girl, and the Sith.”

He grated his teeth. His jaw stiffened. No, he couldn’t just leave them. Nicolás had already gone through too great of trouble trying to help Evelyn, and leaving her behind would only make his entire previous endeavor for naught. And he’d be losing out on a potential housekeeper. Likewise, the Mandalorian wouldn’t dare even consider backing down to the likes of a Sith. Especially one so pesky and stalker-ish. But regardless, he had to get off of Coruscant. Fast.

Thinking quickly, he allowed his blaster to drift back to his side, but not before his other hand revealed the spherical frame of a sonic grenade.

"Need I say again? Get out of here, Sith, before I let this lil' baby here blow your head off. The girl's already denied your offer— there's nothing here for you but a bittersweet end." His warning came swiftly, and alongside the hiss of a murmur in direction to Evelyn, "Let's go, Eve. Be done with it or leave him— that man is not worth the effort."

@Evelyn Roslin

 

[Evelyn Roslin]

Evelyn stared down at the man in front of her, hand shaking as she clenched her fingers around the rock. The sound of Nicolás and Nero's conversation reduced to a dull background murmur, her senses focusing in on the man in front of her, who was now squirming in a completely ineffective manner to try and free himself.

"No. You're not sorry."

She addressed his false apologies, driven by little more than panic and a desire for survival.

"But you will be."

She started to lift the rock, intent on unleashing the rage bottled inside. As she raised her hand, however, the light caught her engagement ring. It sparkled, just the way it did when Vier proposed to her. Not overly large or ostentatious; it wasn't about the money, it was about the message.

They were at a n outdoor restaurant, vacationing on Naboo. Vier held her hands in his, staring seriously into her eyes. She smiled, wondering why he seemed to somber all of a sudden. At first, she didn't realize he was even proposing- just thought he was having a spontaneously sappy moment. When she did realize it, her memories from that point on were fuzzy, overwhelmed with joy, love, hope . . .

The rock dropped out of her hand, and Evelyn walked over to Nicolás. Ignoring the sonic grenade, hazel eyes still flashing, her tone strained, she murmured,

"I need to borrow this. Please."

Her hand slipped over his on the pistol grip of the blaster.

"Just for a moment."

@Nicolás

 

[Nerovec]

Nero looked at the girl and shook his head. "You don't need a blaster Evelyn...There is another way...Something way more painful and fitting for this filth." The Sith said with disdain as he looked at the man who was lying on the ground.

Nero put his light-saber away and took of his mask revealing the handsome face of a young man around twenty with barely any dark side corruption visible. As the Sith was calm his eyes were not yellow but green. He put his mask on his belt and took of his hood, Nero had dark hair and a scar running over his eye. "Allow me to show you your potential. If you don't like it you may walk away. I simply wish to show you what you are capable off. And that you are not as useless as you think."