Major Kerrie Kiley maneuvered her way through the corridors of the
Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Warspite. As she moved
through the hallway, each junior officer moved out of her way quickly,
having heard many rumors about the mysterious Stormtrooper. Her face had
a determined, no nonsense look upon it that further instilled fear into
the hearts of the personnel she encountered as she strode confidently
towards her destination. As she arrived outside of Inquisitor Thanor's
chambers, she pulled her uniform cover down from atop her head and tried
to put some semblance of a smile upon her face. Clearing her throat, she
raised her right hand to the control panel and activated the buzzer to
alert the Inquisitor someone was at her door.
The Inquisitor was a bit surprised to realize there was someone
awaiting her presence, perhaps Allegra had received some additional
information, or perhaps it was another summons to the Admiral's
quarters. As the door slid open to reveal the visitor, Serine was...
pleasantly surprised to see not only Kerrie, but her would-be rival
appearing to be... respectful? Instantly suspicious and intrigued at the
same time though neither expression was even hinted upon her face. "Yes,
Major?" Said properly as she stood at the door,
unyielding, not yet willing to grant access to Kerrie, if access was
desired, until more information was gathered. "Do you wish to speak with
"Yes, Milady," Kerrie said politely, as she visibly swallowed her
pride in front of the Inquisitor. She felt exposed standing in the
hallway and she tilted her head, subconsciously looking past the woman
towards the room behind her. She shifted slightly uncomfortably, her
diminutive frame moving to the right slightly. "If you have a few
moments..." she added, her eyes remaining locked on the Inquisitor's as
she lowered her head respectfully.
This situation appeared to be... rather... suspicious. Anyone else
portraying these behaviors would be perfectly acceptable... and
expected, demanded even, but Kerrie acting so... was questionable. Eyes
slightly narrowed at the other woman, clearly and obviously
suspecting... foul play or worse, but as always, despite the situation,
when Serine was on duty, she was an Inquisitor first and her job was
vital. "Very well, step inside." Serine would say as she granted access
for Kerrie to enter all while eyes washed over the
occupants in the hallway, looking for anything out of the ordinary
before the door closed, yielding them privacy. "You have my full
attention, Major Kiley."
"Thank you, Milady," Kerrie said politely as she crossed the
threshold into the Inquisitor's chambers. Noting nothing but a single
plant in the room she frowned slightly, reminding her of her own
quarters that contained nothing but her stuffed animal. She was not here
to be an interior decoration, however, and she quickly refocused herself
to get to the point. "I would like to apologize..." she said very
slowly, each word having to be pulled out of her like a wisdom teeth.
Involuntarily, her hands clenched, twisting and crumpling the hat that
she held in her hand.
Eyebrows raised as soon as Kerrie's lips mouthed 'apologize', now she
knew what was going on here... someone, probably the good Admiral, was
making her do this. "Quite cruel." Said more as an observation than
anything. Serine was a proud person, she knew the tinge of defeat
sometimes was better than the agony of submitting. It was obvious by the
way Kerrie's demeanor appeared to be wretched and contorted when she
spoke those words that she loathed every second of it. "I see no reason
for apologies, nor do I request them here. If a
'higher authority' suggested this, then how about we skip it and say you
did." It was well known that the Inquisitor and the Major... despised
each other, but as a fellow warrior to the next, she would find no
pleasure in this sort of torture nor would she allow Kerrie to suffer
this kind of defeat. "If that is all, you are dismissed."
"No!" Kerrie began quickly as she looked towards the Inquisitor. She
shook her head, lowering it dejectedly, as she exhaled a tired sigh. "I
really am sorry..." she said again, the words coming with slightly
greater ease this time. "I should have briefed you on the mission. Our
... disagreement ... should not prevent objectives from being
completed..." she explained slowly, still visibly uncomfortable by the
ordeal. It was, however, heartfelt and there was an honesty interwoven
with the tone she used. "I do not want this to reach the level of
infighting between Traebor and Zevrin..." she explained, lowering her head
slightly as she finished her second attempt to apologize.
Serine had to take a few moments to digest what Kerrie was telling
her... the woman really did wish to apologize, and for appropriate
reasons. She did not realize the Major could be so... decent and mature.
This was turning out to be a conversation with real substance, it was
shocking. "I must admit that I did not expect you to have this level of
sincerity. Perhaps it would be best to discuss this a bit further."
Besides the lone potted plant that Serine loved, the Inquisitor also had
a small circular table with three chairs in the middle of the chamber in
which she took the liberty to lower herself into one while motioning for
the Major to follow suit. "Having that information at hand would have
increased my efficiency, indeed, however, I must also admit that I did
not give you much chance to disclose that information." Serine watched
the other woman... a glimmer of respect starting to brew. "I only regret
that somehow an ended quarrel between us would lead to just as many
tacky and unfit rumors."
Kerrie slowly moved towards the table, pulling out a chair before
sliding into it. "Thank you, Milady," she said as she placed her quite
disheveled hat down upon the table. She swallowed nervously, crossing
her left leg over her right and placing her hands neatly in her lap. She
smiled in the direction of the Inquisitor, raising her eyebrows in a
polite gesture. "Do the quarters meet with your satisfaction?" she
asked, making idle conversation as she looked over the sparsely
decorated room. "Yes..." she laughed quietly, in response to the
Inquisitor's comment. "There are quite the bit of rumors about you going
around the ship," she observed, amusing herself for a moment by
recounting some of the more colorful ones in her head.
"These quarters are completely inspiring and delightful." Serine
couldn't be anymore sarcastic, dry humor apparent. "I have the pleasure
of spending a lucrative amount of time here and have decided to
decorate." Motioning to her one sad and lonely looking plant, the only
spot of color in the otherwise sterile off-white room. "Now, if it makes
you feel better, you don't have to disclose we comfortably chatted in
here. For all of the occupants no doubt pressed to the door right now,
it can appear as though we argued." Serine was
still not sure how to take this sudden change of heart from the Major,
"I have long since given up caring what those aboard this vessel
think of me," Kerrie explained honestly as her eyes scanned over the
room once more. "It's bigger than mine..." she commented, perhaps a bit
out of line. At least she had her own room aboard the vessel, which was
more than she could say about her previous assignments in the Galactic
Empire. She remembered having to share the locker room with the male
Stormtroopers on Gateway Space Station and shuddered slightly, still not
having recovered from her 'exile'. "I hope that we can continue to spar.
I feel I can learn from your methods..." she pointed out politely,
offering another kind smile in her direction. "...not sure a whip is
suited for my style, however..." she was quick to point out.
"Oh? From what you just disclosed, you appeared to particularly wish
for no ill feelings between us. Going well out of your way, I'm still
recovering from surprise." This was all so interesting actually, seeing
another side of the Major that she didn't realize existed. Serine was
prepared to be bitter rivals with this woman until their dying breath
because everything about their brief history screamed that was the only
outcome. The Inquisitor swiveled in her chair a bit to the right and
left after Kerrie suggested they be spar partners,
It was just one unexpected surprise after another. "Perhaps there are
some merits to that, though watch your behavior if anything should
develop." She was insinuating that disrespectful acts such as spitting
would not be tolerated, but it wasn't said in a demeaning fashion.
"May I ask you a question, Milady?" Kerrie asked as she shifted
forward in her chair. One thing had been bothering her since their last
encounter, and now that she had the Inquisitor in private she could not
help but ask. A small grin found its way onto her lips as she considered
the Inquisitor's words from the other day, replaying the conversation in
her head several times as she waited for permission to continue.
"You just asked me a question Major, but you may ask me another." A
slight foul taste in her mouth as she considered the other's possible
question that was causing Kerrie to grin... more than likely it had
something to do with a ridiculous rumor.
"What you said the other day..." Kerrie began carefully, not wanting
to reveal quite how easily her ego could be bruised in certain
situations. "Did Lord Nam'a'taht really express his regard for me in
such a discourteous manner?" she asked, using perhaps an overeducated
use of Basic to try and mask how it had pained her. She needed to know,
however, whether the Noble had in fact said such things or whether the
Inquisitor had fabricated it to pain her.
"Indeed he did. My report to the Admiral was correct on all accounts.
I doubt he has ever respected you, he barely respected me, if you could
believe that." Serine actually smiled as she thought of something
humorous to share with the Major... she felt actually comfortable around
the other woman, it was barely fathomable as they had been vicious
enemies not but a few minutes prior. "I'll let you in on a funny tidbit,
but I'll know if you disclose this information." The Inquisitor paused
with a slow grin still etched in her face. "Lord
Nam'a'taht is one of the few men to live after unashamedly eyeing my
physique while pondering with a cheesy grin. I couldn't believe it, how
"Oh..." Kerrie said as she lowered her head dejectedly. She had
recalled her meetings with Lord Nam'a'taht being somehow different, and
she had never once noticed him admiring her physique. She could not help
but allow her eyes to roam over the Inquisitor's body, comparing it to
her own. She tried to smile, but it was hard at the moment. "Well ... if
his transports continue to find themselves falling into Rebel hands ...
then I doubt he will be admiring any physiques much longer..." she
coldly observed, offering a soft chuckle as she plotted the man's
"I had already planned on visiting the 'gentleman' if things
continued to escalate, which they no doubt will." She was able to pick
up the subtle hint of insecurity from the Major. "Don't take it too
personally, he is disgraceful." Serine mused that this was a new
occurrence for her, taking so quickly to a woman she had beaten nearly
to death. "Curious, I had not planned on sharing a heart-to-heart with
you. You must understand, I am still surprised. Perhaps you could
explain your reasoning to me in more detail." She
was curious to say the least, Kerrie had agreed with clenched teeth to
meet her at a yet-to-be disclosed location to battle, probably to the
death. How then could the Major come to her on her own free will to
apologize. It was remarkable.
"I take my official duties very seriously, Milady," Kerrie began in a
serious tone as she looked up from the table to look the similarly-aged
woman squarely in the eye. "I have taken an oath of service to the
Empire, which I feel I betrayed by not providing you all the necessary
details. It has weighed heavily on my conscious in the days since..."
she continued to explain, taking her time to elaborate on her reasoning
in a calm, composed voice. "I am not a child," she explained as she
nodded her head reassuringly. "It was a foolish thing to let a personal
matter interfere with the professional. It will not happen again," she
vowed in a determined, somewhat elevated tone.
It was very interesting to realize and witness just how much the two
shared in common, which could potentially explain their initial strife.
"Then let it no longer be a matter that troubles you." Serine took a
moment to ponder silently as she watched the other woman, intrigued.
"This has been very insightful, Major. Though I admit it was enjoyable
to think about ringing your neck with my lightwhip. I would be lying if
I said I wouldn't be saddened to be denied that mental image." Serine
softly sighed with a smile as she stood to prepare
to escort Kerrie to the door. "Is there anything else, Major?"
"I am glad things were able to work out," Kerrie said optimistically
as she rose from her chair and offered a polite nod. She began to walk
towards the door, but stopped before she crossed the threshold, and
looked over her shoulder at the Inquisitor. "Might want to water that
plant..." she said jokingly before finally withdrawing from the room.
She had earned a deeper understanding of the Inquisitor and a greater