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Commander Nyx, RC-1313, wasn’t quick to trust – after all, he’d heard things about the Jedi. There were plenty of stories floating around the mess about piss-poor assignments to Jedi Generals who treated his fellow soldiers like throw away holo-chess pieces.
Born out of the same training as Delta Squad, Nyx wasn’t really expecting a Jedi assignment; if anything, the commando figured he’d be snatched up by Special Ops and join a squadron running mission’s out of sight and out of mind. In fact, he preferred to think about that being his future – but, instead, here he is.
Standing outside the Jedi Council on Platform 4A-II.
Waiting.
The newly ranked Commander of Talon Squadron clears his throat, exhaling deeply as he shifts in his boots. He crosses his arms and promptly begins drumming his fingers. His HUD reads a time fifteen kliks later than anticipated.
He sighs again.
Behind him, the snickers of his squad-mates meet his ears. The black paint might still be wet on his armor’s pauldron, signifying his new rank, but that doesn’t stop the commando from shooting them a warning look, laced with stern leadership.
Lucky – a wide-eyed cadet – chirps a quick. “Sorry, sir.”
Nyx wasn’t quick to trust. But, when the moment you finally arrive on that platform – swathed by Master Windu and Kenobi – Nyx throws that hesitancy right out the damn airlock.
You’re chattering animatedly with both Jedi – you say something that makes General Kenobi laugh. The wry smile on your face that follows is like a square punch in the jaw.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. But, a bright-eyed, young, newly-crowned Jedi Knight from Naboo wasn’t it. Not a beautiful woman with a kind face and soft voice.
You could be royalty, he’s sure of it.
He’s glad his helmet is on. He’s staring. Openly.
“Commander,” it’s General Windu who regards Nyx with a gesture of respect, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No problem at all, sir.”
Nyx’s voice is tight.
“You must be Nyx,” you say slowly, stepping forward and quirking a brow, “Congratulations on your promotion.”
Suddenly, there’s a hand. Your hand. Just… jutted out. Nyx, for a moment, isn’t quite sure what to do – but the sudden realization that you’re treating him as an equal slaps him into action.
He shakes your hand and the force stammers your heart.
For a moment, it’s just the two of you on that platform.
And that’s the beginning of the end.