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“Do you really think I can do this?” Harpyn asked, looking at himself in the mirror. He tugged at the cape attached at his shoulders and sighed. If someone had told him 20 years ago that he’d be a representative to the near wild space systems, he would have told them that was a great idea for a disguise. He would have never believed it could be reality, let alone for him. He attempted to readjust the cape again before giving up and tossing it aside. “I don’t think I can go through with this.”
Harpyn felt a hand on his shoulder before seeing the other’s presence in the mirror. “If they didn’t have confidence in your abilities, they wouldn’t have asked you to do it,” he said. Harpyn closed his eyes and leaned into him as he embraced him on his scar. He didn’t even notice Davet had slipped back on the cape until he looked in the mirror again. “Keep the cape,” he teased, “you hit that one on the mark when you were pretending to do this job.”
That’s the other thing Harpyn would have never believed you on: Davet. Never in his practically endless lifespan would he have thought that Davet, a man he once despised for the death of his closest compatriot, would become his partner in practically everything. They had fought over and over again, but every time they’d come back together. And now they were here, bickering about outfit choices and politics. It was pleasant to Harpyn. It wasn’t picturesque, but it was what he needed.
“But that’s just it,” Harpyn said, turning to face Davet, “it all still feels like I’m pretending. I’m not meant for this,” he waved his hand around, “bureaucracy thing. I’m meant to fix and flyships.”
“Would you rather work for the military then?” Davet retorted, smirking slightly, “I’m sure the New Republic would love to have you back as an admiral.”
Harpyn shot him a glare before chuckling softly, “You’ve got me there.” Even though he greatly disliked politics, having politics interwoven into something he enjoyed was a fate worse than death. He hated how much navigating he had to do during the ending stages of the rebellion, having to both listen to and give orders around people he wasn’t sure liked him, let alone respected him. Still, he was successful, and successful enough to end up being liked by the current leadership of the New Republic. Liked enough by them to get offered this job.
He looked at himself in the mirror once again, thoroughly this time. He confidently grimaced as he swiftly took off the ornate headpiece he was wearing and replaced it with a maroon headband he tied his feathers back with. He then put on a pair of matching fingerless flight gloves, a gift from Davet, who couldn’t stand that his other pair didn’t match anything else he wore.
Harpyn smiled crookedly, “If they want Admiral Aves as their ambassador, then they’ll have him!” He turned to Davet, his hands placed confidently on his hips.
“It’s certainly you; I can say that much,” Davet said, eying him up and down.
“Cállate,” Harpyn teased, lightly punching him. “C’mon, we apparently have some work to do. We might even get there on Harpy time if we’re lucky.” Harpyn offered his arm to Davet, which he lovingly grasped. Together, the two of them exited the room, cautiously optimistic for what the next few years of their lives might bring.