“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
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S’chn T’gai Spock.
Commander. First Officer.
Scientist. Ambassador.
A̶l̶i̶e̶n̶. Not quite human.
Of loyalty, logic, and…green blood.
“You may think I am evil. I am not.
I am efficient.”
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D̶a̶r̶t̶h̶ Maul.
Warrior. Martial artist.
Soldier. Zealot. Crime Lord.
A̶l̶i̶e̶n̶. …Distinctly nonhuman.
Of the dark side, revenge and rage.
— blues, but he never got the chance to know for sure.
With Din, his life was his own. He didn’t have to give it up. Didn’t have to devote it to anyone. But he wanted to. With him specifically.
Din was special. Din ( cared ).
He relaxes visibly when Din brightens. He’s clearly pleased with the gift, and doesn’t seem to think it’s ridiculous, even if it’s for a holiday that doesn’t exist in this galaxy.
David smiles, and steps behind him, opening up the chain clasp so he can drape it around—
— Din’s neck and clasp it into place.
“I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. It’s— it’s important to me.”
Wash had never put much stock in his own life. It had always belonged to someone else. His mom and sisters, the military, project freelancer.
Maybe the reds and—