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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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prompt post one
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Maz Kanata, matchmaker
(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 04:04 am (UTC)(link)Bonus if it's femslash
Triple word score if it involves Leia or Phasma or Rey or Jess or Dr. Kalonia
Re: Maz Kanata, matchmaker
(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 04:21 am (UTC)(link)Mini-Fill: Maz Kanata, matchmaker
(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)The bad joke wrote itself really.
Two figures stood silhouetted in the doorway of her cantina.
The graying hair of one barely rose to the bottom of the other’s broad chest.
“I don’t understand why you wanted to meet here,” Phasma complained. “It’s falling down around us and full of spies.”
Leia’s response was too low for Maz to hear but soon enough the general caught sight of her and hurried in her direction, leaving the Captain to hover impatiently several feet behind her.
“Maz,” Leia greeted her with a hug. “I see you’ve been busy.”
The place was being put back together nicely thanks to a few centuries of favors being called in.
“And I see you haven’t brought tall, dark, and furry with you.”
“No.”
Leia’s answer was simple, but the weight behind it wasn’t lost on Maz. Too many people feeling guilty over the choices of one boy, she thought. None of them wise enough to realize his path had been decided long before a scruffy smuggler and his much more attractive copilot met a princess and her short brother.
She shakes her head and shrugs, “Grief.” What could she say, except, “Tell him I could take his mind off that.”
Maz peered over at the Captain. The girl could be handsome if she’d quit sneering and change careers.
Maz elbowed Leia in the ribs and whispered, “You could take your mind off that.” She nodded in Phasma’s direction, took another good look at her and called out, “How tall are you, girl?”
Phasma’s eyes scanned the space around herself to see what “girl” Maz was yelling at.
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Maz plopped three fizzing drinks onto the table, shoving one to Leia and another to Phasma. She took the last for herself and raised it in salute: “To Han.”
Leia tilted her glass towards Maz and smiled.
Phasma looked at hers like it was a viper about to strike.
“I don’t drink.”
“I’m so surprised,” Leia said.
Maz downed her drink in one big gulp.
“Everyone drinks,” she said, clinking the glass down on the table before weaving into the crowd of patrons.
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“So it’s true. General Solo is dead.”
“General Solo? That person died a long time ago, but Han, more recently.”
“The last I saw of him, he was pushing me into a garbage chute at blaster point.”
“That sounds remarkably like the way I met him.”
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“FN-2187—”
“His name is Finn.”
“FN-2187 was a traitor.”
“He’s made a full recovery.”
“I failed in his training, a mistake I will not repeat.”
“Well, whatever you did, the Resistance thanks you. He’s turning into a remarkable pilot.”
“FN-2187 is not a pilot.”
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“Is your armor actually made from Palpatine’s ship?”
“Chromium salvaged from the great Emperor’s Naboo yacht . . . .You see something wrong with displaying your allegiance with pride?”
“A little on the nose.”
“Perhaps it’s because you have chosen the wrong side.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You wear nothing anymore . . . nothing to proclaim your heritage.”
“I don’t need a costume to remember Alderaan. Or how it was destroyed.”
“I wasn’t referring to that planet of trifling bureaucrats. . . . Still you chose being a military leader over politics; that speaks in your favor.”
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“Did you really slay a Hutt with your bare hands?”
“Not exactly. I used the chain he put around my neck . . . . It’s all in the leverage.”
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“Do you want me to show you, Captain?”
Phasma leaned closer as Leia’s small hand circled her throat.
Maz cleared her own throat. She slipped her goggles into place.
Two sets of eyes, one blue and one brown, looked up at her.
Two sets of cheeks flushed.
Both glasses in front of them were empty.
“Why don’t you get a room for your ‘diplomatic relations’?”
Re: Mini-Fill: Maz Kanata, matchmaker
(Anonymous) 2016-01-29 01:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mini-Fill: Maz Kanata, matchmaker
(Anonymous) 2016-01-29 04:35 am (UTC)(link)