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Private Veneer Of Business


They were so.

So.

So messed up.

Arris couldn't feel Lily's touch the way she wanted to, but she could feel what Lily felt, through the link. It was much more alive, every nerve in her hand a firecracker against the synthetic flesh. 'Did I always feel this real?' Arris thought to herself.

If she just focused on what Lily felt...

...Then she might feel something, too.

For a moment, when Lily's thoughts went back to Vess, Arris was reminded of how Lily felt when hers went to Rox. She was ready to recoil. To retreat. But when Lily fought those thoughts - when she forced herself to see and opened her eyes again.

“But you’re the monster I need.”

Oh. What a terrible mistake.

Arris leaned forward, resting her forehead against Lily's.

She wanted more. So much more. She couldn't bring herself to take it. Couldn't bring herself to accept it.

There was a threshold to cross in her mind. Of trauma and pain. She remembered the woman from Abregado-rae.

“This isn’t who you have to be.” Her words were a calm reminder to Arris that she had a choice.

When she pulled her head back half an inch, eyes settling on Lily's, she thought about it again. How freeing it was to be the worst version of herself, and still have this kind of...

Terrible, terrible choice.

She closed her eyes, this time doing everything in her power to try and feel it from Lily's end as she leaned in, lips parted slightly.
 


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How strange it was, to be in the head of someone who felt nothing and yet felt something. It was an endless loop of sensation as Arris pressed her forehead against her own; she was more aware of it, of how unnaturally cool she was, of how she felt beneath her fingers.

Lily knew it was wrong.

And yet she couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it.

In the wake of everything Lily wanted to feel something else, needed to feel something else.

As Arris reached almost desperately to try and feel everything from Lily’s point of view, she leaned into it, giving her everything, every sensation from the rapid drum of her heart beneath her ribcage, her pulse skittering as she leaned in, to the soft brush of her nose against Arris’ as her head tipped up, drawing in a small shuddering breath.

Arris leaned in and Lily moved to meet her, eyes sliding shut as she let sensation carry her, this kiss slow and soft as her hand slid along her jaw, finger sliding into her hair is she pulled herself closer, pressing against her. A shiver ran down her back as she felt the cyborg’s hard body against her own.

Every connection sparked, awakening something hungry in Lily as guilt ran across the back of her mind scrambling to find purchase and drowning in a haze of spice driven sensation.

A small whimper escaped her, not mournful or sad, but desperate and full of need.

 

There was liberation to be found in damning the consequences. Arris knew that this wasn't what either of them were really after; there was no longer the illusion - she couldn't pull up the ghost of a dead woman to at least excuse what she was doing. But did it matter? Lily had forgiven genocide, embraced Arris at her worst parts, and said it herself: Arris was a monster.

She fell into the pleasure as Lily experienced it. At first, it was like trying to squeeze into a pinhole. Because Arris had been so far removed from organic sensations, that even her memory of them was a fabrication. But then it clicked, activated pathways in her brain. She popped right through the other side; pinhole to kaleidoscope, a rush of exciting possibilities, a balm to years of emptiness and the pursuit of numbness that became a stand-in for ecstasy.

Arris thought she knew euphoria.

Lily knew euphoria.

Arris felt the shiver down her back, she laughed joyously beneath her breath.

She wanted more.

The cyborg's hand ran under Lily's thigh, pulling her closer, tighter. Contrary to the coolness of her synthflesh, Windrun's metal ran hot. She was always overtuned, an engine running at full RPM, even when idle.

She mulled over the thought of what Lily felt. How sensitive her tissue, how active her nerves, and she tried to synthesis an approximation in her own consciousness, to recreate the experience at the surface of her form. Never before had she consider using the Force that way, but of course, it worked. It was alive, it made her alive, no matter how much wire and titanium.

It was as if...

No.

There was no comparison that could accurately describe the galaxy- shattering epiphany.

And oh...

That made it worse.

To associate the most beautiful moment of her cybernetic life with the the gut twisting act she was now embarking.

That whimper was a hook tugging at the inside of her cheek, drawing Arris forward to press her lips further. Her hand squeezed against Lily's leg, and she laughed again, humming it into their kiss.

Of course, it wasn't all going to be perfect was it?

Clarity found its way through the pinhole with her. It meant to be her savior, but Arris met it as her enemy.

This is wrong. This stupid. I'm pathetic... I don't deserve this. Lily trusts me. I need this. This is wrong. Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

Why would it? She had the blood of the Core, of Tapani, the Devastation of Abregado-rae, the slaughter of Jedi, and the burning of Enclaves to contend with. Lily was one of them now. She joined the party - who were they to deny themselves what ordinary people had? They were Sith. Sith deserved it all.

The rationalization was struck repeatedly, an ice pick to the skull, burying the lie deeper than the trauma could follow. Faces flashed by in her mind's eye: Kirie, Nilira, Rox.. Vess. She found herself in a room with imperceptible boundaries, and the four of them standing in a half circle around her.

She saw their expressions. Kirie's was smug. Seeing Arris that way vindicated her every instinct about that woman, swollen with pride that once upon a time she'd say 'I told you so,' but Arris remembered how she was the last time they spoke. Nilira, contrarily, looked at Arris with the same consideration she'd give a lamp. It was all pointless in the grand scheme - Arris was pathetic, foolish to even linger. The guilt served no one. It only held her back. Perhaps she felt a twisted part of the acolyte, deep inside, feeding off of the cyborg's conflict. She wouldn't get to Vess. Rox ran a lightsaber through her heart. She was impossibly sad, but no longer looked at Arris as the woman she loved... No that Arris died a long time ago. What she killed was just the shell of the thing inhabiting what was left of her. Murder was mercy.

Was the rest of what was happening real? Had Arris dragged Lily inside? Had she cleared a table? Were there weapons scattered all across the ground?

Her eyes shot open. Or maybe they always were, but she finally chose to look through them again.

Arris looked down at Lily, smiling, but the drugs quickly began to fade.
 


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Lily’s world blurred, no longer something tangible she could hold on to as Arris took the sensation she was fed and amplified it, twisted it into her own and fed it back, on an endless loop of ecstasy that she chased desperately. Hot and cold in equal parts as Arris’ laughter vibrated through her.

She wasn’t sure when the balcony moved, she didn’t hear the weapons clattering on the floor, she just felt the table press against her back. Arris began to spiral into justifications, letting her twisted thoughts pulled faces from the depths that Lily didn’t need to see.

Stop it.

She was ruining it, tainting the ecstasy with that twisted feeling of wrongness Lily was desperately trying to ignore, she was letting the guilt find purchase and it manifested in faces of others that had come before her…

Or came with her.
Vess didn’t look at Arris, not when the lightsaber punched through her heart, or when Lily found herself echoing her master’s words.

Go for the head.

Vess’s expression wasn’t just sad, it was horrified, looking at Lily like she didn’t recognise her.

No.

Clarity snapped into place. Ugly and twisted, it writhed in her gut as her hand shot up, pressing against Arris’ chest keeping her at a distance as Lily’s breathing became hard, almost panicked as Arris’ face blurred above her, over and over again.

Arris.

Vess.

Rox.

Kirie.

Nilira.


She couldn’t find the edge, couldn’t find the line between them or the direction that led her out.

“Arris.” she breathed in a panic laced whisper. “Stop. I can’t…”

 


Arris pulled back, turned to the side and vomited. As soon as her guts cleared, so did her mind. The cyborg backed away, holding her hand up. Either to wait, hold on, or stop. Something like that.

She started to cough, hacking up specks of congealed blood. When the coughing stop, Windrun's mouth was stained red. She wiped it on her arm

"Just..."

Arris kept backing away.

She wanted to tell Lily not to think about it. That this was the opposite situation than the one where Arris told her to let the feelings of murder take her.

But all her panicked, kneejerk thoughts made her believe is that she was a fuck up.

"There's water... I... I don't have food - I can get us food."

She couldn't make eye contact.

Arris wrapped one arm around her gut. There was a shooting pain. For a second she felt a flash of when Isobel stabbed her.

She laughed anxiously.

"Look." Arris paused. She tried to look at Lily, but her eyes landed off the side, leaving the woman just outside her periphery. "I think... I..."

Well, she couldn't seem to speak, either.

 


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Arris vanished from her line of sight, the feeling of her slipped from beneath Lily’s fingers and she was left suddenly cold and alone. The wet splatter of vomit hitting the floor sounded miles away as she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball shivering uncontrollably as Arris sounded like she was hacking up a lung, her own stomach twisted and heaved but she clamped her jaw shut, refusing to give in to the nausea.

The sudden absence of Arris was like ripping off a band aid, it left every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire, but beneath it, there was relief, the freedom of clarity. All she had wanted was to drink, to find numbness in the wake of everything. Instead she’d found something far worse.

She was stammering about water, about food. Lily didn’t want either.

“Shut up.” she murmured, uncurling slowly and sitting up, not looking at her as guilt twisted her own stomach, trying to find where the line blurred. It was easier to muddle through when there was someone to blame, but she played her own part. Every step had been a choice she made, not one that was forced on her. She could not blame Arris.

She swung her legs off the table, spice still making the edges of her vision blurry.

“We don’t need to talk about it.”

Lily sucked in a breath as a fresh wave of nausea rolled through her, hand wrapping around her middle as she leaned forward, shaking her head as she was rapidly losing the battle with her body.

“Next time.” she breathed. “I’m picking the poison.”

She vomited.

 

Arris ran sink water to wash her hands and face. She closed the faucet and turned around, pointing a finger at Lily.

"Don't give me that!" The hand fell back to her side; she stepped forward.

But before she could say something else, Lily vomited. Arris quickly scooped up a clean rag and went back to the sink. She ran it under water. When she walked over to her, Arris considered wiping Lily's mouth herself. She handed it to her.

"Clean up," she whispered.

Arris ran a hand through her own hair and rubbed her face. It was like arriving at a friend's apartment only to find them standing over a dead body.

For Windrun, at least, it was an annoying inconvenience.

Not once did she stop and think to herself: That never should have happened. She only thought about how she could've avoided the shitty mistakes. How happy they both would've been if she just focused on how good it felt. Hindsight had always been her chief opponent. No. The one who kept punching her down was Arris Windrun.

It was stupid.

The thing about fighting yourself is -

"No one wins.

"Fuck."


She looked at Lily, finally able to make eye contact. "Yeah, next time we can be drunk when we kiss," she remarked dryly.

"I was actually doing just fine, you know. Before Abregado-rae."

That planet took everything from her. Her isolation. Her walls. The way Lily knew her.
 


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Lily took the rag with trembling hands, wiping her face as her guilt finally found purchase, sinking its claws into her and with it came self loathing. The only thing that she could hold onto, that she could use to allow herself to claim a modicum of justification for her actions beyond that for a brief, humiliating moment she had wanted it…

Everything Acier had done for her, remained hidden. From Coruscant to Daro, Arris was none the wiser. The piece of her was safe.

But the rest?

"Yeah, next time we can be drunk when we kiss,"

A humourless laugh escaped Lily and she lifted her gaze to the ceiling and shook her head. “Fuck you.” she whispered, before finally meeting Arris’s eyes.

There wouldn’t be a next time. There couldn’t be a next time. If Vess ever knew…Lily’s stomach twisted and she looked away, running a hand through her hair as another wave of nausea rattled through her. She closed her eyes, letting the heels of her hands settle on the table's edge either side of her as she leaned forward, breathing slowly.

Before Abregado-Rae.

“Bullshit.” she said quietly, opening her eyes. She hadn’t been fine since Coruscant, fighting a losing battle against the darkness within, refusing to give in to the hate and the anger and yet now…

Now it was the easiest thing to hold.

Lily’s gaze slid back to meet Arris’s. “You’re more of a mess than I am.”

 


She looked at Lily, nearly scoffing. "Yeah - maybe... but you're not far behind."

Arris felt bitterly humiliated in her own way. She let the sequence play out in her head, latching onto fantasies of different choices. What if I had done this instead of that, said this, thought that? She would aggressively analyze herself until every mistake was noted and corrected; every wrong instinct expunged.

Was there any point to being the better person?

"What she said..." Arris thought back to Mercy.

World after world.

"I'm not going to let that happen. I'm going to stand between her and this galaxy. If she wants to kill, then I will kill." Arris looked at Lily, eyes determined. "But she will depend on me to do it."

Acier was weak. He couldn't stomach it. 'I wasn't doing him a favor - I was cutting him loose.' She thought.

"Will you stand beside me?"
 


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It was such a curveball, it took Lily a second to catch up, the half smile that had risen at her retort fading instantly. What she said…

We are the end of this planet… and the next one. And the next…

Her jaw tightened as she swallowed against the memory of noise that threatened to flood her. She didn’t want to think about it, she didn’t want to feel any of it but Arris was dragging her there anyway.. Lily almost snapped at her, almost told her to shut up, that she didn’t want to talk about it, but instead she listened.

Mercy was a force of nature, destructive and violent, Arris wasn’t much better if truth be told but the sliver between them was enough. She was making herself the weapon. So long as she was the weapon then something like Abregado couldn’t happen again…

Right?

Lily looked away. What about Coruscant? Arris had been the weapon there…

For a moment she said nothing, lost in her own thoughts as she weighed it all up before she looked back at her, at her Master.

Fuck she hated that word.

“Yeah.” she said finally, “I’m with you.”

Because maybe, just maybe, Lily could stop her, if it came to it.

 
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"Good," Arris said quietly. "I'm glad," she added, a little louder. "That's good..." She paused, looking softly at Lily. "We're good?"

The Sith Lord shook her head and walked over to another table loaded with boxes. She ripped one open and tipped it over, dumping out cartons of cigarettes. She pulled a pack, plucked a smoke, and lit it before taking the longest, most desperate drag of her career. For a second it looked like Arris was going to break down, but she steeled herself with a sigh.

"I'm gonna talk to Mercy, then. Convince her to give control of the war machine over to me."

She glanced over her shoulder at Lily.

"That means you're going to have to step up. But there's a lot more that goes on than war and Mercy."

Arris gestured, arms spread at their surroundings.

"The Empty... 1313... and Nar Shaddaa. I'm rebuilding the Syndicate."

Windrun was an enforcer in the Black Sun, after all. Once was, rather. But just as she was always a Shen. She was always a Sun. With the Syndicate dead in the water, Arris had ample opportunity to reinforce her territories on the Smuggler's Moon and complete their unrealized ambition of having a criminal empire that stretched from Hutt Space to the Jewel. Of course, it wasn't as if Arris was the Underlord's successor - she was doing this with no one's blessing but her own, and support from Quinn and Mercy.

Her arms returned to her sides, hands on her hips. "How would you like a more permanent job. One that ain't on the kiosks... And yes," before Lily asked, "you will handle problems your way."
 


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Were they good? She passed a hand over her face, the horrible weight of everything she had been trying to forget, everything she'd been trying to bury in spice driven ecstasy came creeping back. Lily lifted her gaze back to Arris and nodded, not because she believed it, but because the softness in Arris's gaze was too much for her to deny otherwise.

She watched her go, watched the way she pulled pieces of herself back together, pushing through the turmoil underneath, the turmoil that Lily had just gotten a prime viewing of. Then just like that it was business.

The rug over everything.

Lily rubbed her forehead, trying to keep up. She let out a sigh. Okay, controlling the army she understood, if you control where and how the weapon shoots, you can minimise the collateral. It made sense.

But asking Lily to step up? The Syndicate? The ones in her memories.

“Arris…” she began looking at her “I'm just a thief.” It wasn't meant to be self deprecating, it was just a fact. Lily didn't know the first thing about any of those things.

“Also I thought being your apprentice was a permanent job.”




 


"Being my apprentice is..."

She wasn't quite sure, actually.

"Look," so she decided to skip over that fact. "You aren't just a thief." Arris gestured vaguely towards their surroundings again. "Think about where you are. Who you stand in rooms with. You brought yourself to all of this, Lily. Not because of who you are, but because of what you choose to do."

She took a few steps closer. Seizing the space between them.

As if, after how wounded and embarrassed she felt moments ago, Arris was now dripping with confidence. Even the Force - her coy and bitey aura - fell in line, becoming a shell of cool pride.

"You're just a thief... I'm just a runner... We're both women who were swallowed," she stopped as far from Lily as her apprentice would allow, and quieted her tone. "And the galaxy didn't spit us out... We climbed out... when they never wanted to see us again. There's no place for people like us. So we have to carve it ourselves."

She leaned against one foot, a hand resting on her hip as she tilted her head, eyes locked on Lily's.

"So tell me, Lily Rhodes. Who are you gonna be? What are you gonna take?"

 


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Something about the way Arris flipped switches and shifted her entire persona was oddly infectious. Lily wondered if she was just choosing to ignore everything that had happened, or whether she had already accepted it as fact. It happened, time to move onto the next thing. Maybe it was a little of both.

For a long moment, Lily didn’t say anything, letting her words settle, letting them find purchase in her mind and turning them over. Had she climbed out? Or had she just been exceptionally lucky in the people who had chosen to notice her? Did it matter?

Her fingers drummed once on the underside of the table before she pushed herself off it, avoiding the mess on the floor as she closed the last few steps between her and Arris, she plucked the cigarette from the cyborgs fingers and took a drag. Exhaling the smoke to one side as her eyes stayed locked with Arris’s.

“Alright. Walk me through it. Top to bottom, I wanna know what shit pile you're giving me to deal with.”

 

Arris had asked Lily what she was gonna take. Seemed that started with Arris' cigarette. Arris grinned.

And now they were talking business.

Whatever - if not brief and self-destructive - high the cyborg was running on before, this intoxicated her like nothing else. It was her life, and she reveled the bite that Lily took. Arris had one hand on her hip as she looked down at the woman, eye to eye.

"Walk with me."

She wondered how long it would take for Lily to realize that those cigarettes weren't your ordinary smokes. They were mildly psychedelic and produced a euphoric rush when consumed, heightening one's mood. Which was, of course, why Arris smoked them all the time. And honestly might have explained a lot about how the Talusian navigated the galaxy and all her problems within.

They stopped at a nearby holotable. Arris punched in a few details until an image flickered to life from the center.

"Our businesses are divided between three key areas. Protection, import-export, and rents." She explained.

"All this shit runs itself. Businesses and venues have their own management, and all our foot presence is handled through local gangs." She looked at Lily. "So where you come in is as an auditor and a problem solver."

Arris punched new data into the table, honing in on Nar Shaddaa.

"This'll be your focus - the Smuggler's Moon. Here I run the Red Light Sector, and below that an area called the Darklands. We're slowly making a push on the casinos, which has caused friction with the Hutts. See, they weren't too happy with how things went down with the Sun, and they have every interest to tell us to fuck off and run the district themselves. Historically, they have.

"Of course, we can't just kill em openly, cuz that'll scare away the tourists. So... It'll require a deft touch."


She turned to Lily fully, leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

"If you can get the Hutts to bend or remove them from the picture, then I'll leave the district in your hands. Everything at your discretion."

Arris snatched the cigarette back and slowly brought it to her lips. She took a long drag, exhaling into the space between them.
 

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