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Question for the Star Wars EU folks hanging around (and I know there are a few of you ;)... Does poor Aves ever get a first name in EU canon (such as it is)? I've done some searching and can't find one, but that doesn't necessarily mean it doesn't exist. Any and all responses are greatly appreciated.
And in that vein, just because, here's a little bit of Aves from Iteration, because he's begun to steal the spotlight from Karrde as the hero of the piece...
In better times, Azorr, with its wide beaches and long seasons, had been a popular vacation spot. Since then, its strategic location made it prime real estate for military bases, both Republic and Imperial. The Repubs had it these days. They'd pounded the Imperial outposts to dust, right after Endor, hit them hard and then paved over the wreckage, leaving those key stretches of coastline on the main continent looking unspoiled and outwardly peaceful.
There were remnants of the better days along the waterfront - seafood shacks and nicknack shops, once glossy nightclubs faded from their former glory. They wound up in a little beachside bar, one that was clearly designed to cater to military clientele.
“You come here often?” Aves asked, casting a leery eye around the place. It was a dump - and he'd been a smuggler for awhile now, he knew from dumps.
“This place is a total dive,” Wedge said. “But...” The bartender produced a bottle with a flourish. “It's the only place this side of Selonia that stocks this.”
“Am I supposed to know what that is?”
“If you did,” he said with a grin, “I'd be impressed.” He took charge of the bottle, popping the top and pouring a careful measure into each of the glasses the bartender had lined up on the bar. “Corellians tend to keep the best for themselves, and export the rest. This stuff doesn't usually make it this far from home.”
They made a motley crew at the bar - half fighter jocks, still looking spit-shined and straight-laced, even out of uniform; half men of apparently questionable morals, looking exactly the opposite. Still, they'd found some common ground, found a way to work together. It made Aves happy somehow, like this was the shape of things to come.
They'd had one hell of a good day.
*
“He owes Billey a down payment on that debt...” Dravis said, sounding annoyed - though to be fair, he pretty much always sounded annoyed.
“You heard them, he's on his way. He's good for it, you know that. Karrde always honors his debts...”
“A couple years ago? Sure. But he's a loose cannon these days, and you know it.”
Aves frowned. Dravis had been pissing him off since they left Jeldwen, but he'd managed to keep it in check so far. “Whatever else may have happened, he's never welched on a debt - or betrayed his friends.”
“Really? You might want to ask Mazzic and Gillespee about that one...” Dravis said, getting a just a shade too loud for Aves's taste.
“Not in front of an audience, okay?”
*
“Come on,” Aves said, unfolding himself from his chair. “I'll go introduce you to our load of contraband for this run.”
“I hope you mean 'introduce' metaphorically,” Zillah said, following him off the bridge.
“I do. Karrde doesn't deal in people - with a few notable exceptions.”
“It sounds like there's a story there.”
“And how.” He slapped the door release to the main cargo hold.
“Care to elaborate?”
“Once we hit Lazara, maybe I'll buy you a drink and give you the highlights. It's a doozy.” The cargo hold was stacked with unmarked containers, and there was little room to maneuver. “This is where the real money is these days.” He pulled down a couple selected cartons and opened them, revealing boxes of cigarettes, sweets, tea, booze and...
“Is that ladies' underwear?” she said, amused.
“Silk is a hot commodity in Imperial sectors right now. Almost all the production centers are in Republic space.”
“I can safely say I never thought I'd see the day I started smuggling panties...”
*
“This thing- It's important, critical even, to the Republic. They'll be willing to deal, maybe take back some of the stuff that happened.”
“I don't think there's any way to take it back. You guys cut us loose with Thrawn still gunning for us... We've lost a lot of good people because of it. It may be too late for forgiveness.”
“But you're here with me,” Wedge said. “That's something, right?”
“That doesn't have anything to do with the Republic or your war. This is personal, isn't it?”
Wedge looked at him for a long moment, considering, and didn't, Aves noticed, actually answer the question. “Just... think about it, at least. I can't make any specific promises, but it might make things better for all of you.”
“It might,” Aves admitted. “They certainly can’t get much worse. I’ll think about it, but I’m not making any promises, either.”
Also- I've finally gotten around to cleaning up my LiveJournal friends list (like two-thirds of which hadn't actually posted anything in years) and actually starting to make one on Dreamwidth, after my extended hiatus from fandom-type stuff. I'm admittedly still just sitting on the side of the fandom pool, dangling my feet in, but I do feel like maybe I should start to build back up my network. So, if you're so inclined...
Tell me who your favorite author(s) is in your fandom(s) du jour.
Or, knowing what direction my interests lie, recommend a community, journal, etc., you think I should be reading.
And if I've added you out of the blue recently, it's because you wrote something I liked or someone recommended your journal to me. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://viola-dreamwalk.dreamwidth.org/1947.html
And in that vein, just because, here's a little bit of Aves from Iteration, because he's begun to steal the spotlight from Karrde as the hero of the piece...
In better times, Azorr, with its wide beaches and long seasons, had been a popular vacation spot. Since then, its strategic location made it prime real estate for military bases, both Republic and Imperial. The Repubs had it these days. They'd pounded the Imperial outposts to dust, right after Endor, hit them hard and then paved over the wreckage, leaving those key stretches of coastline on the main continent looking unspoiled and outwardly peaceful.
There were remnants of the better days along the waterfront - seafood shacks and nicknack shops, once glossy nightclubs faded from their former glory. They wound up in a little beachside bar, one that was clearly designed to cater to military clientele.
“You come here often?” Aves asked, casting a leery eye around the place. It was a dump - and he'd been a smuggler for awhile now, he knew from dumps.
“This place is a total dive,” Wedge said. “But...” The bartender produced a bottle with a flourish. “It's the only place this side of Selonia that stocks this.”
“Am I supposed to know what that is?”
“If you did,” he said with a grin, “I'd be impressed.” He took charge of the bottle, popping the top and pouring a careful measure into each of the glasses the bartender had lined up on the bar. “Corellians tend to keep the best for themselves, and export the rest. This stuff doesn't usually make it this far from home.”
They made a motley crew at the bar - half fighter jocks, still looking spit-shined and straight-laced, even out of uniform; half men of apparently questionable morals, looking exactly the opposite. Still, they'd found some common ground, found a way to work together. It made Aves happy somehow, like this was the shape of things to come.
They'd had one hell of a good day.
*
“He owes Billey a down payment on that debt...” Dravis said, sounding annoyed - though to be fair, he pretty much always sounded annoyed.
“You heard them, he's on his way. He's good for it, you know that. Karrde always honors his debts...”
“A couple years ago? Sure. But he's a loose cannon these days, and you know it.”
Aves frowned. Dravis had been pissing him off since they left Jeldwen, but he'd managed to keep it in check so far. “Whatever else may have happened, he's never welched on a debt - or betrayed his friends.”
“Really? You might want to ask Mazzic and Gillespee about that one...” Dravis said, getting a just a shade too loud for Aves's taste.
“Not in front of an audience, okay?”
*
“Come on,” Aves said, unfolding himself from his chair. “I'll go introduce you to our load of contraband for this run.”
“I hope you mean 'introduce' metaphorically,” Zillah said, following him off the bridge.
“I do. Karrde doesn't deal in people - with a few notable exceptions.”
“It sounds like there's a story there.”
“And how.” He slapped the door release to the main cargo hold.
“Care to elaborate?”
“Once we hit Lazara, maybe I'll buy you a drink and give you the highlights. It's a doozy.” The cargo hold was stacked with unmarked containers, and there was little room to maneuver. “This is where the real money is these days.” He pulled down a couple selected cartons and opened them, revealing boxes of cigarettes, sweets, tea, booze and...
“Is that ladies' underwear?” she said, amused.
“Silk is a hot commodity in Imperial sectors right now. Almost all the production centers are in Republic space.”
“I can safely say I never thought I'd see the day I started smuggling panties...”
*
“This thing- It's important, critical even, to the Republic. They'll be willing to deal, maybe take back some of the stuff that happened.”
“I don't think there's any way to take it back. You guys cut us loose with Thrawn still gunning for us... We've lost a lot of good people because of it. It may be too late for forgiveness.”
“But you're here with me,” Wedge said. “That's something, right?”
“That doesn't have anything to do with the Republic or your war. This is personal, isn't it?”
Wedge looked at him for a long moment, considering, and didn't, Aves noticed, actually answer the question. “Just... think about it, at least. I can't make any specific promises, but it might make things better for all of you.”
“It might,” Aves admitted. “They certainly can’t get much worse. I’ll think about it, but I’m not making any promises, either.”
Also- I've finally gotten around to cleaning up my LiveJournal friends list (like two-thirds of which hadn't actually posted anything in years) and actually starting to make one on Dreamwidth, after my extended hiatus from fandom-type stuff. I'm admittedly still just sitting on the side of the fandom pool, dangling my feet in, but I do feel like maybe I should start to build back up my network. So, if you're so inclined...
Tell me who your favorite author(s) is in your fandom(s) du jour.
Or, knowing what direction my interests lie, recommend a community, journal, etc., you think I should be reading.
And if I've added you out of the blue recently, it's because you wrote something I liked or someone recommended your journal to me. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://viola-dreamwalk.dreamwidth.org/1947.html