Reduced To Ash, Chapter 1: A Beginning
Guess who’s relieving her Nanowrimo-induced myopia by publishing her mainverse fic finally? THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE! After I post chapter 2 (which will be sometime this week), update schedule is every 2 or 3 weeks depending on real life and my writing speed.
We meet up with Mara on Dromund Kaas, where she’s prepping her shiny new ship for departure to some backward rock called Balmorra.
Edited to add: all the thanks go to @wrathetc, @semper-draca, @aliyamirat, @inquisitorhotpants and @fluffynexu for beta reading, world-building help, and enduring my messages at weird hours asking them to gut-check my writing of a scene because I have no concept of emotions sometimes. (If you beta’ed for me and I missed you, PLEASE message me and tell me; my memory is absolute shit and I apologize profusely.)
“Holy shit, we’re traveling in style, now!”
Maranel Thrask smiled wryly as the spaceport security agent, Technician Rymes, scanned her ident card and handed her a datapad and stylus.
“It’s better than an improvised berth on the Black Talon, I grant you that,” Mara agreed.
“You’ll grant me that?” Vette turned from the control room’s viewport, her blue lekku fairly vibrating with excitement, purple eyes wide. She shifted her pack on her shoulders and her voice sharpened to a sarcastic approximation of a Kaasi accent. “How magnanimous of you, my lord.”
Rymes stiffened, his disapproval radiating out through the Force.
“Something the matter, Technician?” Mara asked as she traded the signed datapad for her ident card.
“Ah, no, my lord.” He ducked his head. “Please forgive my unwanted attention to your s-“
“I do hope you were going to say ‘sister’.”
What little color remained in the man’s face fled until Mara thought he would collapse from lack of blood flowing to his brain.
“S-sister? My lord?”
“Indeed.” Mara slipped her arm through Vette’s, smiling broadly, her red skin a bright contrast against Vette’s blue. “Vette is my adopted sister, and I would hate for you to blunder into insulting a Sith noblewoman’s family.”
“No of course, my lord. Thank you.”
“Have you anything else for me to sign to complete the transfer of custodianship?” Rymes twitched his head back and forth. “Wonderful. Run along.”
The man scrambled to do as bid, walking to the lift as fast as decorum would allow, Mara and Vette’s laughter following him.