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<blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 1945150" data-attributes="member: 10079"><p><strong>Chapter 116: Extremely Mild Panic</strong></p><p></p><p>An hour passed in the city of Coronet before everything was finally ready. In the large, beautifully carved main chamber of the ‘temple’, Akan stood off to the side watching Voort have a discussion with Magistrate Onan. After having been assaulted by people attempting to tidy him, Akan was feeling much more comfortable just standing against the wall and trying to pretend he still looked scruffy. His hair was not nicely combed back. His clothes were not clean. He didn’t feel like there was an extra layer of dirt on his skin. He felt normal. Scruffy. Dirty. And above all, warm.</p><p> </p><p>The fact that this was all untrue was what he was doing his best to ignore. It wasn’t working. Mainly because he saw how clean and well groomed Voort was. The former Imperial hadn’t resisted the attack as Akan had, and actually seemed comfortable. That black, Imperial dress uniform was far too perfect. Uniforms should be dirty. Messy. Worn. Not...not...Akan looked down at his clothes. Not like this! A few moments later, though, Akan was happy again.</p><p> </p><p>This was because Shadow entered. Sure, she was still in that Falleen body and wearing those expensive looking robes over her now-black morphsuit...but she had a scowl on her face and through the link, he knew that she’d been assaulted at the last moment. When she wandered over next to him, Akan leaned over and whispered quietly, “Aren’t dresses considered appropriate at occasions like this?”</p><p> </p><p>Shadow’s scowl became a sharp glare. The fact that she was still just slightly shorter than him gave it the usual venom. But her voice was calm...probably more from the body than her mood, as expressed by the link, “You’d sooner find yourself in a dress than me.”</p><p> </p><p>Before Akan could prepare a counter to that, the main door opened again. This time, Jen entered. Voort...Titus snapped to attention and the Magistrate also seemed to dust himself off. Jen was wearing her old science uniform, well cleaned and without any insignias on it. Seemed like tearing things off of uniforms was becoming a ritual among them. Now, if only Shadow had insignias to tear off in the first place...but Akan also noticed that Jen wasn’t wearing a dress. Then again, she was probably just as likely to wear one as Shadow was. It was the kind of thing that was once in an eon, and even then, Rancors were more likely to build starships, create a complex language, and enslave the galaxy in a day.</p><p> </p><p>Jen gave Akan a smile, not really having a problem with the two of them standing off to the side instead of sitting down like normal people. They weren’t normal people. Besides, if they were comfortable, it would definitely make things easier on all of them. If only she wasn’t so nervous...didn’t make sense why. All she had to do was answer a simple question that she already knew the answer to in the first place. Yet...yet for some reason there was more to that. More in an odd way that was even beyond what she had come to assume was the Force. With one last deep breath, she looked forward to Titus and the Magistrate and approached.</p><p> </p><p>That had to be the longest walk she’d ever taken. Sure, it was only about twenty paces, but it felt like miles and miles and miles and miles and...well, it really just kept going. When she stopped, she and Titus exchanged equally nervous yet happy smiles. Something not lost on the two observers or the magistrate.</p><p> </p><p>The magistrate didn’t wait any longer. In a voice that was obviously accustomed to speaking with larger groups, he said, “Titus has asked me to skip everything to the important part. Apparently, you are a bit pressed for time.”</p><p> </p><p>Jen grinned. They weren’t pressed for time. But the faster this was over with, the faster that growing nervousness would be gone. In theory. A weak theory. Failing, too...slowly. Jen closed her eyes just a moment to stop that from going on. At least her feet couldn’t move anymore...otherwise she’d have bolted out of this place years ago. Years? Well, it had taken a long time for that walk to reach them..</p><p> </p><p>Thankfully, the Magistrate continued speaking and cut off Jen’s wandering and somewhat panicked mind, “Do you, Titus Voort, take Jen Zaarin as your wife, eternally bound through the Force through good and through ill?”</p><p> </p><p>A pause. It wasn’t because he didn’t know the correct answer, but because, somehow, Titus had lost his voice. His eyes showed none of that momentary panic before he found his voice again, and said in a very calm tone, “Of course.”</p><p> </p><p>Alright, so it wasn’t the traditional answer. This wasn’t exactly traditional at all, anyway, so why not just be natural about things? Even the Magistrate didn’t seem to mind, smiling at the answer and turning to Jen. The eyes of the galaxy now watched poor Jen Zaar, and again she wondered if her legs would bolt her out. Then again, it’d probably take an eternity to escape, anyway...so, straight face. Keep breathing. Ignore brain. Just...answer. Wait! No question yet! Calm down! Wait for the question...then answer. He’s speaking already!! Shut up and wait!</p><p> </p><p>“...through good and through ill?” the Magistrate finished what Jen hadn’t been hearing him saying.</p><p> </p><p>When his mouth stopped moving, her brain stopped working. Answer now! Answer? Answer what?! Already answered before he asked...no! Calm down and answer the damned question! Cheat if you have to! So, she cheated, speaking in the most forced natural sounding voice in the history of the galaxy. So much so that no one, not even Jen, noticed it as anything but perfectly calm and natural, “Yes.”</p><p> </p><p>She didn’t hear the Magistrate’s next words. Some kind of confirmation of what had just happened. What had just happened? Jen Voort. Jen Zaarin Voort. Had that just happened? Could have sworn it was just a...a...wait! The magistrate was still saying something!! And again, everyone’s eyes were on her! What had he said! Think, Jen, think! Dammit, you’re intelligent! What happens next? Her eyes locked with Titus’. Nothing came to mind...well, one thing did. Having no idea if it was the right thing to do and acting out of an extreme form of mild panic, she kissed him.</p><p> </p><p>Apparently, it was the right thing to do, as no one screamed bloody heresy. In fact, the magistrate was smiling. Well, Jen assumed he was. Hoped. Her eyes were closed and finally, the galaxy seemed to have shut off. It was just her. Just her and Titus. Two Voorts, alone in the galaxy...finally.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ankh-Morpork Guard, post: 1945150, member: 10079"] [b]Chapter 116: Extremely Mild Panic[/b] An hour passed in the city of Coronet before everything was finally ready. In the large, beautifully carved main chamber of the ‘temple’, Akan stood off to the side watching Voort have a discussion with Magistrate Onan. After having been assaulted by people attempting to tidy him, Akan was feeling much more comfortable just standing against the wall and trying to pretend he still looked scruffy. His hair was not nicely combed back. His clothes were not clean. He didn’t feel like there was an extra layer of dirt on his skin. He felt normal. Scruffy. Dirty. And above all, warm. The fact that this was all untrue was what he was doing his best to ignore. It wasn’t working. Mainly because he saw how clean and well groomed Voort was. The former Imperial hadn’t resisted the attack as Akan had, and actually seemed comfortable. That black, Imperial dress uniform was far too perfect. Uniforms should be dirty. Messy. Worn. Not...not...Akan looked down at his clothes. Not like this! A few moments later, though, Akan was happy again. This was because Shadow entered. Sure, she was still in that Falleen body and wearing those expensive looking robes over her now-black morphsuit...but she had a scowl on her face and through the link, he knew that she’d been assaulted at the last moment. When she wandered over next to him, Akan leaned over and whispered quietly, “Aren’t dresses considered appropriate at occasions like this?” Shadow’s scowl became a sharp glare. The fact that she was still just slightly shorter than him gave it the usual venom. But her voice was calm...probably more from the body than her mood, as expressed by the link, “You’d sooner find yourself in a dress than me.” Before Akan could prepare a counter to that, the main door opened again. This time, Jen entered. Voort...Titus snapped to attention and the Magistrate also seemed to dust himself off. Jen was wearing her old science uniform, well cleaned and without any insignias on it. Seemed like tearing things off of uniforms was becoming a ritual among them. Now, if only Shadow had insignias to tear off in the first place...but Akan also noticed that Jen wasn’t wearing a dress. Then again, she was probably just as likely to wear one as Shadow was. It was the kind of thing that was once in an eon, and even then, Rancors were more likely to build starships, create a complex language, and enslave the galaxy in a day. Jen gave Akan a smile, not really having a problem with the two of them standing off to the side instead of sitting down like normal people. They weren’t normal people. Besides, if they were comfortable, it would definitely make things easier on all of them. If only she wasn’t so nervous...didn’t make sense why. All she had to do was answer a simple question that she already knew the answer to in the first place. Yet...yet for some reason there was more to that. More in an odd way that was even beyond what she had come to assume was the Force. With one last deep breath, she looked forward to Titus and the Magistrate and approached. That had to be the longest walk she’d ever taken. Sure, it was only about twenty paces, but it felt like miles and miles and miles and miles and...well, it really just kept going. When she stopped, she and Titus exchanged equally nervous yet happy smiles. Something not lost on the two observers or the magistrate. The magistrate didn’t wait any longer. In a voice that was obviously accustomed to speaking with larger groups, he said, “Titus has asked me to skip everything to the important part. Apparently, you are a bit pressed for time.” Jen grinned. They weren’t pressed for time. But the faster this was over with, the faster that growing nervousness would be gone. In theory. A weak theory. Failing, too...slowly. Jen closed her eyes just a moment to stop that from going on. At least her feet couldn’t move anymore...otherwise she’d have bolted out of this place years ago. Years? Well, it had taken a long time for that walk to reach them.. Thankfully, the Magistrate continued speaking and cut off Jen’s wandering and somewhat panicked mind, “Do you, Titus Voort, take Jen Zaarin as your wife, eternally bound through the Force through good and through ill?” A pause. It wasn’t because he didn’t know the correct answer, but because, somehow, Titus had lost his voice. His eyes showed none of that momentary panic before he found his voice again, and said in a very calm tone, “Of course.” Alright, so it wasn’t the traditional answer. This wasn’t exactly traditional at all, anyway, so why not just be natural about things? Even the Magistrate didn’t seem to mind, smiling at the answer and turning to Jen. The eyes of the galaxy now watched poor Jen Zaar, and again she wondered if her legs would bolt her out. Then again, it’d probably take an eternity to escape, anyway...so, straight face. Keep breathing. Ignore brain. Just...answer. Wait! No question yet! Calm down! Wait for the question...then answer. He’s speaking already!! Shut up and wait! “...through good and through ill?” the Magistrate finished what Jen hadn’t been hearing him saying. When his mouth stopped moving, her brain stopped working. Answer now! Answer? Answer what?! Already answered before he asked...no! Calm down and answer the damned question! Cheat if you have to! So, she cheated, speaking in the most forced natural sounding voice in the history of the galaxy. So much so that no one, not even Jen, noticed it as anything but perfectly calm and natural, “Yes.” She didn’t hear the Magistrate’s next words. Some kind of confirmation of what had just happened. What had just happened? Jen Voort. Jen Zaarin Voort. Had that just happened? Could have sworn it was just a...a...wait! The magistrate was still saying something!! And again, everyone’s eyes were on her! What had he said! Think, Jen, think! Dammit, you’re intelligent! What happens next? Her eyes locked with Titus’. Nothing came to mind...well, one thing did. Having no idea if it was the right thing to do and acting out of an extreme form of mild panic, she kissed him. Apparently, it was the right thing to do, as no one screamed bloody heresy. In fact, the magistrate was smiling. Well, Jen assumed he was. Hoped. Her eyes were closed and finally, the galaxy seemed to have shut off. It was just her. Just her and Titus. Two Voorts, alone in the galaxy...finally. [/QUOTE]
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