Stories and Oneshots with OCs

Trial & Error

(writing conflict 😼✍️)

We'd arrived at the location that was given to us. It was a pretty desolate moon that had a small village and acres of farm land, a perfect place to lay low and blend in for anybody who was running from something or someone. I didn't trust this anonymous source that had contacted Veska out of the blue. It was too strange, and it seemed too easy that they were willingly giving us supposed crucial information for free.

I wasn't afraid. I could handle myself. If worse comes to worse I could get into a small fight and have to clean up any evidence, but for some reason Kayana insisted on accompanying me. He's been a little too clingy ever since we came back from our respective patrol missions and it was starting to get irritating.

We waited a few minutes, and a masked man approached us, coming from the cliffs. He appeared to be zebrak by the horns sticking out through his hood. I tilted my head up, eyeing him closely. He was visibly armed with a blaster at his hip, but other than that he didn't seem to carry any other weapons on him. He stepped closer, and I put my hand up, causing him to instantly halt.

"That's far enough," I narrowed my eyes on him. "Give us what we came here for."

He nodded, then started to remove his mask. The moment I saw his face my blood ran cold, and Kayana immediately ignited one of his duel daggers, displaying an expression that could only mean murderous intent.

What's wrong with him? "Kayana, what the hell?" I put my arm in front of him, and Khan looked terrified.

Kayana ignored me and never took his eyes off him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he seethed, more of a demand than a question. I'd never seen him act like this in all the years I'd known him, and I almost felt hesitant to try and stop him.

Khan put his hands up in surrender. "Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, eyes wide and quivering. If I was still fifteen I probably would've laughed at the pathetic state he was in, but I had bigger issues on my mind.

"No," Kayana said curtly, tightening his grip on his hilt. "You're going to walk away before I rip your damn throat out."

Khan swallowed, his gaze flickering to me. "I know you're not happy to see me— I wouldn't be either— but I wanna help, with the cause—"

This seemed to agitate Kayana even more, and I gripped his arm before he could get any closer to Khan. "Calm down, don't lose your head over him."
He glanced at me, looking like a completely different person from the one who was about to rip a man to shreds. "But he—"

"I know who he is," I squeezed his arm, and after considering me for a moment he finally stood down, deactivating his dagger but keeping it in hand. I turned my attention back to Khan. "Start talking. Now."

He gulped again, and took a shaky breath. "I know about what you're planning, and I'm here to warn you about it. Vel Mere is going to attack Alamore's cultural center in a fortnight." He spoke fast, as if he was afraid someone was going to cut him off.
My eyebrows knitted together. That was the first I'd heard of the news, and I hadn't read any reports from Veska's database regarding it. How could this have flown over our heads?

I tilted my chin up. "How do you know all this, and how can we trust you?" I crossed my arms, and Kayana mirrored my movements, his gaze unwavering.

"I hung around people who have connections to them, and I know how they work. They're brutal and have a lot of resources and manpower at their disposal." He spoke a mile a minute in an almost hushed tone, taking a moment to look over his shoulder. "I'm not asking for your trust or forgiveness, but I wouldn't lie about this. Innocent lives are at risk. I don't want anyone else to get hurt,"