Title: Luck of the Draw
Characters/Pairings: f!Smuggler/Corso Riggs
Disclaimer: Universe and characters aren't mine; just Silver's personality. ; ) The plot bunnies just wouldn't shut up
MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE BEGINNING OF KNIGHTS OF THE FALLEN EMPIRE
She should have known. Things had been so quiet, flowed so well, since Ziost, she should have guessed something would frang up the works now. Her luck had to run out eventually.
Silver stared for a moment at the unfamiliar ships that filled space around them and cursed under her breath as she moved to sweep the ship for enemies. The white-plated droids were a decent challenge, she had to give them that, but not good enough to stop her. She still wished she had Corso here, watching her back, instead of stuck on the Angel most likely going crazy.
As if to prove her right, her comlink twittered. "Sil?!"
"C'mon, Riggs, what did we promise Dodonna not even a month ago?" Silver teased in an undertone, crouching behind a stack of supply crates to pick off a trio of enemy troops.
"'Pologies, Captain," Corso sighed, relief evident in his voice. "You know protocol's the first out the airlock when I'm worried about you."
"You're forgiven," she chuckled, easing around a bend in the hallway. "Didja need something? Other than hearin' the sultry sound of my voice?"
"Yeah, actually, we do. Much as I enjoy hearin' the sultry sound of your voice for no r-"
"Great job keeping it professional, you two," Risha's voice cut in. "You promised the Senator; none of the flirting under fire business on public com channels. Boss, whoever these new kids are, they fused the docking clamps. We can't take off and can't get out. Anything you can do about it on your end?"
"I'll hafta see," Silver replied. "Gimme a couple minutes, it's pretty intense out here."
"Not the sort of thing I wanna be hearin' right now, Captain," Corso chipped in.
"I'm a big girl, Riggs. I'll be fine. An' I'll have y'all free in no time," she promised.
She shut off the comlink. They really had promised to keep it professional after the Ilum fiasco, and she was on the verge of threatening to kiss him just to shut him up. Taking a deep breath, Silver huffed flyaway hair out of her eyes and started for the docking bay. Hopefully, whatever'd been done to the hatch would be easy enough for her to undo.
Turned out, the seared hatch was the least of her worries--standing guard over the corridor was a huge, hulking droid with augmented armor plating. Its eyes flickered orange and Silver cursed softly. Stealth detection upgrades. No way she was sneaking past this mook. She'd have to fight it.
Can't remember the last time I did this alone... the smuggler thought wryly, missing Corso like an absent limb. She tightened her grip on Sparkles, gritted her teeth, and unleashed one-woman hell.
The droid was one tough son of a schutta, and by the time she was pumped her third scattergun round into its head--just to be safe--Silver was very much worse for the wear. She gingerly prodded at the worst of it--the nasty gash its vibrosword had opened across her ribs; stinging like fire and deep enough to be trouble later. Corso would give her grief about it for sure. You said you were a big girl, Cap he'd tease, then pull her into a hug and kiss the top of her head. Never scare me like that again.
No promises, farm boy. You knew that when ya married me she'd retort--but she'd enjoy the hug anyway.
Shaking off the vision, Silver pressed one hand against the nasty wound and limped over to the hatch controls. Gotta get 'em free... As she scanned the various parts, her hands moved in a well-rehearsed dance, applying a snythskin patch to her side, smearing bacta on lesser but still aching injuries, before resting on the hatch controls. She pushed and wheedled and finagled, but the mechanism refused to budge. Silver raked a hand through her hair before swearing and crouching to yank off the access panel. This was shaping up to be a historic bad day, even by her standards. You should check the com, a voice in her head nudged. She shrugged and indulged it.
"-ptain? Captain?!" Corso sounded agitated and more worried than she'd ever heard him, the dull clank of his footsteps as he paced the cockpit underlying the words. "I swear on Angel's engines, Silver Riggs, if anything happened to you, me an' those ronto-brains'll be havin' words-"
"Don't go swearin' by parts of my ship," Silver chided him good-naturedly, examining the mess inside the console. "She'll get huffy. You don't want Angel gettin' huffy, do ya?"
"Perish the thought," he retorted, but she could hear the relief in his voice. "What happened?"
"Eh, chewed through a dozen or so goons, proved once again that the bigger they are the harder they fall, an' now I gotta tell you, Cor- Riggs; it's not lookin' good out here. The hatch is completely fused on this end. I'd need heavy duty weldin' gear an' four or five hours to get it open, neither of which I have. I might be able..." she stretched, gritting her teeth as her ribs protested the move, fiddled with a few wires. "...to break the docking clamp seal."
There was a loud clank from the opposite side of the hatch, and Corso let out a whoop. "That did it, Sil! Um, thanks, Captain."
Silver chuckled, picturing the glare Risha must've tossed his way. Be professional, you promised. Now for the hard part. "Anything for my crew. Now, Riggs, I want you to make skylines."
"What?!" His volume increased drastically--probably a combination of that bombshell and him dropping into the pilot's seat, closer to the com mic.
"You heard me. Run for it," she snapped, wincing as she tested a sore elbow's range of motion.
"No franging way!"
"Corso..." Silver huffed an impatient sigh. "We're not gonna win here. Go."
"What first mate leaves his captain facin' those odds?" Corso grumbled. "I'm not-"
"Corso, stop arguin' and just leave, dammit!" she cut him off. "It's gonna get ugly, an' I'm not gonna have your deaths on my head, too. So make. Tracks."
"Sil..." All pretense of professionalism was gone, leaving stripped-down desperation in its wake.
"I love you, farm boy," she promised, leaning against the bulkhead and swallowing the emotions surging up her throat. If she got him killed she'd never forgive herself.
"Love you too, sawbones," he muttered back, sounding even more unhappy about this arrangement than she was. "Risha, you got us a clear shot outta here?"
"Just a second... Got it." Risha's voice was fainter, tinny, but she also sounded less than thrilled at the idea of turning tail.
"Go!" Silver barked, forcing herself to stand as chatter flooded in about a problem in the main engine room. "Just... Go!" She switched off the comlink and closed her eyes as the Angel's engines roared, bobbled, and faded outside the hull. "You dent my ship, Riggs, I'll kill you myself..." she murmured, staring at the fused hatch. It was an empty threat and she knew it. The Corellian Angel might be her baby, but she'd dent it a thousand times herself before she'd hurt a single hair on Corso Riggs' head.
"Captain!" The voice hailing her was not Corso's, and pulled her out of her funk.
"Yeah, Marr?" she grunted, gingerly probing her half-healed side as she started out of the docking bay. It was better, but still tender, and it would take a med bay--or a Jedi--to truly fix.
"The enemy has breached the engineering deck--they're after the primary generator. I'm on my way now. Meet me there."
"On my way." Silver tucked the comlink back in her belt and headed for the engine room. It was going to take a miracle to win this battle, if it was even possible at this point. "Hope the Force is with you, Your Sithiness," she muttered, unholstering Sparkles and flicking on her stealth field generator. "'Cause I think my luck may've just run out."