Chapter Text
Weis Tano woke up to the sharp pain of their side being poked.
“Weis? Weis, wake up! It’s almost 5pm” Weis and their squadron had gotten back from a week long assignment around noon, and they had been hoping catch up on some much needed sleep this afternoon, but much to their chagrin, Prow, their roommate, was not going let that happen. Weis groaned and rolled over. “Weis, come on! You promised you would come to the commemoration ball!” Weis unfortunately had no recollection of any conversation involving a commemoration ball “what ball?” They huffed out groggily. “The commemoration ball? It’s tonight? Paz Vizla is getting recognized for his work on Vanquo? Don’t you want to meet him? I though your squad was joining his platoon?” The faint memory of Weis stumbling into their dormitory and having a slightly similar conversation with Prow crept its way into their brain, and with a start, they sat up, remembering that the ball started in under two hours. Normally, that would be enough time to get ready, but weis liked to pride themself in first impressions.
“Kriff, sorry, I forgot”
“No that’s ok, we still have some time. You’ll probably want to use the fresher down the hall and not just the sonic here in the room. I was going to get out your clothes but I wasn’t sure what you wanted to wear so sorry about that. Oh and this young guy stopped by and gave us some bacta patches, he said you might need them. Do you? If not that’s fine too, we could always save it, im sure one of us will use it in the future.” Sometimes Weis forgot how much Prow could talk. They answered short and quick in hopes to quiet her down.
“Bax, he’s a good kid”
“What?”
“The bacta patch kid, he’s in my squadron”
“Oh. So do you want the patches? I can help with whatever”
“No that’s ok thanks” Weis was glad Prow never took their bluntness the wrong way. They stood up and suddenly felt the pain in their leg that could probably use some bacta but Weis could tough it out, and besides, they wanted to save the patches just in case.
——————————————
The ball was packed. Weis hated going to balls, especially during the war. So many people packed together, they made for the perfect targets, and oftentimes, they were targeted. Weis’ outfit for the night was of course one of their show armors, less practical than combat armor, but it still did the trick. They had gone to extra lengths in coruscant to get their signature storm blue detailed on the imitation beskar (the real beskar was saved for combat), and Weis couldnt help but feel eyes turn on them as they walked into the ball with Prow. Their eyes fell on Bax as he made his way toward them both.
“Staff Seargent.” He said with a salute which Weis returned.
“At ease soldier. Thank you for bringing by the bacta”
“Of course Seargent, we didn’t see you at the med bay check so I just wanted to be sure you had everything you needed” Weis smiled at that. If there was true good in the galaxy, that was Bax.
“Again, Thank you. Have you seen Seargent Vizla? I know we missed the ceremony but I was hoping to catch him and introduce myself”
“Certainly, last I saw he was next to the band”
——————————————
Sure enough, Paz Vizla was standing, midst conversation, next to the band. Weis was just in time as Paz’s conversation had just come to an end.
“Searg- er uh lieutenant Vizla?”
“Yes?” Paz turned,
“Im Weis Tano, I’m being reassigned to your platoon?”
“Oh of course! It’s a pleasure to meet you Tano” Weis shook his hand. They made note of his grip, firm, and a little overbearing. “we don’t have an official assignment for the time being, but we occasionally meet outside of training, if your squadron would like to join us?”
“Im sure they would”
“Excellent, i’ll be in touch with time and date, but for now, I afraid you have some admirers across the room.” Weis glanced over their shoulder, and sure enough, a group of young women, probably from the university were giggling as they pushed one towards them. Here we go.
“It was nice meeting you Seargent Vizla.”
“And you.”
Weis turned to face the girl as she hesitantly spoke up, “excuse me commander,” they tried not to smile at the use of the wrong title. “Would you care to join me in this next dance?” Weis did, however, smile freely at that. They weren’t the best at modern dancing, but showing off their ball room techniques and high societal mannerisms was always a favorite past time of theirs.
“I would love to. I go by Weis tano, and you?”
“Margot Shier”
The pair stepped onto the dance floor as the next song begun, bowing to each other. Weis led Margot through the movements of the song, playing with it and making it their own. As the music reached a slower section, Margot spoke, “you’re quite a good dancer”
“You were expecting something else?”
“No- I just- I just thought that it might be difficult to dance in your armor, which is beautiful by the way”
“Thank you, when you’ve been wearing this stuff for as long as I have, you start to get used to it.” The song slowed to an end.
“That was lovely, thank you” Margot said
“My pleasure” the two said their goodbyes as Margots flock pulled her back into the crowd. Pulled out of their fantasy, Weis suddenly remembered the danger that was ever present at balls of this size, and felt the need to step outside.