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“An Arranged Life”
Motti was exceedingly pleased by the way his
career was progressing.
He was already the first officer of the Imperial Star Destroyer
Revenge. Granted, his family name had probably aided his rapid
progression through the naval ranks, but still it was an extremely impressive
achievement at his age.
had excelled at the Academy,
and gained his first deep space
assignment a week after graduation. He had been steadily gaining
rank ever since. Another promotion was expected within the next few
months; a reward for the capture of several Rebel spies (stationed
aboard his own ship!) and for obtaining useful information from said
prisoners. He smirked to himself, considering how easily Rebel
fanaticism had crumpled in the presence of a black, floating
smirk gradually disappeared as he considered his current situation.
was stuck in a speeder with his parents, going to visit his fiancée. The
first part was bad enough--his mother seemed to think it was her sacred
duty to ruin his life, which had led to the second part. His "fiancée"
was someone he had never met before. Nor was he looking forward
to seeing her.
marriages were not uncommon in the upper
echelons of Imperial
society. Aria Sorenson's family owned Sorenson Enterprises. A worthy
match for a Motti, his mother assured him. No comment on the girl
herself, he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad sign. The only
saving grace in this whole debacle was at least he didn't have to
marry her for another decade or so. His father's influence--his
father, the lifesaver.
over at his father, Quintus considered the similarities. He looked like
a older, warmer version of himself. The once reddish-brown hair was
now mostly grey, but the face below it was still relatively
youthful, the only
lines located at the edges of his eyes--from smiling so often.
then turned his attention to the other occupant of the luxurious speeder--his
mother. She was the antithesis of her husband. She could have
been a beautiful woman, but instead was cold and harsh, the many lines
around her mouth and eyes indicative of her constant frowning expression.
How his father tolerated the woman was beyond Quintus—proof
enough that arranged marriages were a bad idea!
remembered the conversations some months previously. His father's argument
was that Quintus was too young to marry, that he should be allowed
time to gain rank and therefore provide properly for his bride--a
thin argument, considering he was from the House of Motti and
therefore had more money than he could ever possibly spend
already--but his mother had, surprisingly, yielded the point.
father had then winked at him conspiratorially and told him to enjoy
his freedom, implication
here he was, going to meet the girl he would one day marry.
a fleeting glance at the
rapidly approaching Sorenson building, he thought
she must be terrified. The building itself stood out from the surrounding
structures, although of a similar height. Its colour scheme was
a much paler grey than most other Coruscanti buildings.
wondered how much her parents had told her. His sister Alyce had met
with her a few times in the
past. Alyce reported back that she was shy, but polite, articulate
quite intelligent. Alyce had also commented that she thought she would
be very pretty when she grew up.
was the problem--when she grew up. She was a child. He didn't know
how to talk to a child. What on earth was he supposed to say to her?
"Hello, I'm Quintus, we’re going to get married when you
are old enough. Stay away from other men!" Oh, Krath!
speeder landed on the docking platform of the Sorenson building. The apartment
was located on the top few floors. A glass-domed structure graced
the very top of the structure allowing light to flood into the famed
Sorenson solarium--a ballroom of sorts used for private parties attended
by the Imperial Elite.
father climbed out of the speeder, then assisted
his mother. He climbed out last.
future father in-law was there to meet them. Motti was surprised at the
youthful appearance of the man with dark blonde hair and intelligent green
eyes. He was of medium build, but had a presence which made him seem
much larger. He was probably only a few years older than Quintus himself,
being trained to take over the family business.
exchanged polite greetings and were ushered inside.
sitting-room they entered was a large room located two stories down
from the solarium. The
colour scheme was predominantly cream. At the
far end of the room was a sitting area comprised of three large
sofas arranged to form a square, the final side made up of a huge
floor-to- ceiling window.
to the entrance, his future mother in-law was sitting at a table.
Beside her was a girl.
polite conversation followed; the weather, recent scandals from the Imperial
court, and how the recent increase of Rebel activity in the Rim
would affect Sorenson's latest line
of star ships.
terrified. You could see that just by looking into her eyes. Motti
studied her for a moment: dressed in a school uniform, her bright blonde
hair curled and neatly clipped back. She was small. Although he knew
she was eight standard years old,
she seemed tiny. He looked back at
her face and found her studying him. She raised an eyebrow and looked
away. He wondered what her opinion of him was.
that afternoon, back at his parents' Coruscanti apartment, Quintus
spoke with his father. His mother had, thankfully, disappeared off
to some society
ladies' gathering. The two men reclined in the deep chairs of
his father's study, drinking vintage Corellian brandy.
do you think, Quintus?"
I have a choice?"
but I would like to think you approved of the young lady. I want you
be happy, son."
a child, father. I can't approve or disapprove of her until she is
lot of effort went into finding the right girl for you, Quintus.
child now, but that will change quickly. I promise. She has the proper
family connections for your mother to approve. She will be pretty
‘s grown, according to Alyce anyway, and she is
apparently very clever. She was very quiet today, but by all
accounts she is quite articulate. I think you frightened her."
A noncommittal sound issued from Quintus. "We will see, I
I, “An Arranged Wife”
newly promoted Admiral Quintus Motti readied himself for a party. He
was in his apartment on Imperial Centre, waiting for his new jacket
The tailor had promised him his new Admiral's uniform would be finished
for tonight, otherwise he would have to attend his sister Alyce’s
party in his Commodore's dress uniform. Not an appealing idea.
heard a groan issue from the bed behind him.
Glancing in the mirror
he saw the woman stirring. She stretched, giving him a wonderful
view of her naked form. He smirked. Did he have time before the
party? He could be a bit late, couldn't he?
moved over to the bed to hover above the woman. She was beautiful.
Unfortunately she was also far too
clingy. The chit seemed to think
that because he allowed her a place in his bed that she
automatically had a place in his life. She didn't seem to understand
that she was bed-meat, nothing more. She would have to go, but he
could have some more fun with her first.
hour, one dress uniform, and one very
messy break up later, Quintus
was in the speeder with two of his closest friends and advisors from
the fleet, heading to Alyce's party.
finally got rid of her, then? She didn't seem amused," Captain
commented, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
must have had some redeeming features, Jas. He kept her around for almost
two months," Commodore Lucius Knox commented, eyebrows wiggling
suggestively. Jas was laughing outright by this point.
shrugged. Women fell over themselves to get into his bed. The combination
of his rank, his name (and the power and money it entailed) and
his attractive appearance, especially in uniform, seemed to win over most
women with very little effort from him.
a moment an image flicked into his mind (green eyes, blond curls and a
simple school uniform worn by a scrawny child) that he hadn't
thought of in years.
it was because he was back on Imperial Centre, or Coruscant as it
was still called by many in high society. He wondered briefly if he should
to see the child. She would be, what, sixteen now? She might have
taken on more of her adult personality. Maybe he would get a better
idea of what type of woman she'd turn out to be.
into the ballroom, after greeting his sister Alyce and receiving a lecture
on punctuality from his mother -- and a knowing smirk from his father
– Quintus picked up a glass of wine from a tray and set about
room was impressive -- a high ceiling covered in deep red and green silk
streamers, the floor a highly polished dark wood, which should have contributed
to form a dark room, but there were so many artificial candles
dotted about the room, in sconces on the
walls, from the chandeliers
above the dancers heads, and in intricate floral arrangements on
every table, to alleviate that problem.
hours later, the party was in full swing. Motti had received several
steamy looks from various women in the room. He wasn't interested,
except in a girl in a
fitted green dress who had caught his attention
earlier that evening -- and had not fallen into his arms as he had
come to expect. A challenge. Excellent.
and Lucius were both on the dance floor with a pair of extremely nubile
young women. Alyce was inebriated and was receiving a reprimand from
their mother. He stopped briefly to watch -- it was always
entertaining to watch mother hissing at someone else. As if
then continued his search. He had seen the girl in green earlier in
the crowd, then lost her before they had the opportunity to "talk”.
Where the hell
could she be? He then noticed a deep green shadow out on the balcony.
the doors, he slid out into the cooler night air, coming up beside
at the balcony rail, looking at the city spread out before them.
looked sideways at her: mid brown hair, slightly lighter than his
cut off at jaw level, obscured her
face from his view. She was slim but
curvy, nice, he thought. Her deep green dress was elegant and simple,
far more attractive than the fussy monstrosities that seemed to be
the fashion at the moment.
noticed the goose-bumps on her exposed arms. Idiot, he chided to
himself, she's freezing. He promptly slid his new Admiral's jacket
around her slight shoulders. She turned to him then, surprised, as
his presence for the first time.
I was parsecs away. Thank you," she smiled shyly. Her voice was soft.
He suddenly felt unsure of himself. That was ridiculous;
he was Quintus
Motti. Women never made him nervous. She was looking at him as
if expecting him to say something.
me to introduce myself. I'm Admiral Quintus Motti."
looked at him for a moment, several expressions quickly flashing across
her face -- surprise, understanding then something that looked almost
mischievous. "I know."
seconds passed and it didn't seem
like her name was forthcoming.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he said politely.
that mischievous smile. "That's because I didn't mention it." Now
she was smirking.
you going to?"
was surprised now. Playful and pretty! All right, this could be fun.
"So, what am I
supposed to call you?"
shrugged prettily and turned her attention back to the cityscape, leaning
on the railing. He was definitely interested now.
few minutes passed in silence while she took in the view and he struggled
vainly to think of something witty to say. She straightened suddenly,
startling him slightly, and handed him his jacket back. "I should
be going. My friends will be wondering where I disappeared off to."
me your name!" He sounded slightly desperate, even to his own ears,
and was momentarily angry with himself.
sounded amused, as if she knew something he didn't.
I can find you later."
looked serious for
a moment and he thought she would finally relent and
give him what he wanted to hear. She bit her bottom lip, giving him
to admire them. They were thin, but somehow he didn't think fuller
lips would look right on her angular face.
won't need to find me, Admiral. I promise." She then smiled,
lip slightly swollen from its recent chewing, and disappeared through
the doors back into the ballroom.
slipped his arms back into
the sleeves. They were still warm. He hadn't
noticed how cold he was until she had left. What had that girl done
to him? He didn't notice the cold and all he wanted from her was her
name. When did that happen? He could smell her perfume on his
back at the scenery, he tried to find what had captivated her attention
so fully that she had barely acknowledged his presence. The view
of the city was impressive, but no more so than from anywhere else on
the planet. He could see the Sorenson building in the distance and felt
a momentary flash of guilt. Maybe he should visit that child...
thoughts shifted back to the girl in green. She was an enigma, one he
would take pleasure in unwrapping. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as
he considered the other meanings of his thoughts. Unwrap her indeed.
image of her slightly darkened, swollen bottom lip flashed back into his
mind--certain that they would look just like that when he was through
re-entered the ballroom and his eyes were again quickly drawn to
her. The girl in green was standing near the bar among a group
humans about her age. She looked even lovelier in comparison to the
other girls around her.
the males in the group seemed to have noticed this point as well. He
watched as one of the males – a mere boy, he thought
contemptuously – asked her to dance. His expression morphed
from frown to scowl to outright glare as their dance progressed.
and Jas finally joined him. After a few attempts at conversation,
the two followed their friend's glower to see the girl in green
being swept around the dance floor, safely enclosed in the arms of
some politician's or
entrepreneur's young son. Privately,
Jas thought it was healthy for Admiral Motti to not get what he
wanted for once, and threw an amused glance at Lucius.
the dance ended, the girl
was rapidly approached by another of the simpering
idiots. After half an hour of watching her dance with other "friends"
the Admiral Quintus Motti grumpily retreated to the bar.
the end of the party both he and his sister Alyce were well and
truly drunk. Their mother's frequent scoldings had absolutely no
effect whatsoever on either of her children.
was being rather attentive to Alyce, Quintus noticed somewhat
sourly. It wasn't that he disapproved. Lucius was a gentleman, a
good officer, and not fool enough to try to take advantage of a
Motti heiress. What he disapproved of was the fact that he felt like
a third booster engine.
No use looking to Jas, who had disappeared about twenty minutes ago
to stars only knows where, or more accurately with stars only knows
snorted inelegantly into his Corellian brandy.
lady in green had also left the party with most of her friends.