Desert Island Discs

[Shia Kryze]

Moon AGL-450092-7-B - The Mid Rim​

War engulfed the galaxy, again.

But then again, you might as well list the times war was not raging across the galaxy than list the times it was, your list would have been shorter.

The distinct downside of this, from Shia Kryze’s perspective, was that after having asked her wife to marry her on one battlefield, they’d both been swept away to others. Mish had gone to Sullust with Coren, to help free the planet from the grip of the First Order, and Shia had gone to Eshan to...

... she didn’t really know what she’d gone to do anymore.

So when she got off planet, she’d made a point of making sure they both had time for a long, long time away from the galaxy at large. Honeymoon wasn’t exactly a word in Mando’a, but the concept wasn’t unfamiliar. Time with family, in this case, time with her wife. So she’d made sure to send Mishel a quite unreasonably explicit holo-message, telling her they both needed time off.

But she had not been able to resist teasing Mish, keeping both destination and actual activities a secret, while promising a ‘real Mandalorian honeymoon’ - knowing that her wife would, likely as not, imagine the primitive living and warrior culture most people saw.

She’d conspired with Lav, who had ‘just happened’ to leave a datapad with the techniques for constructing a ‘traditional’ vheh'yaime (a dome-like temporary hut that was the traditional mandalorian home, supposedly made from sticks and leaves) lying aboard the Princess Leia where Mishel might find it, just to add to the sense of dread and the fear of camping in some wood and green plant hut.

Shia had, in fact, leant on some family contacts to find an uninhabited moon with a relatively tame tropical belt - well, relatively tame now, in the local late summer. You didn’t want to be anywhere on the planet when storm season arrived, which was why no one lived there.

Then she’d spent a few peaceful days finding an island which had about as close as was possible to the correct combination of sun, sea, sand and exciting potential for rock climbing or diving.

What Shia had actually built - with her own two hands, because she was serious about the real family thing, was a low-built, pre-fab dome of crystal panels and white reflective formed plastic. The format was traditional - steps lead down into an open central room the family might share, with underground rooms off for facilities and - even on a remote uninhabited moon... no, especially on a remote, uninhabited moon, a small armoury. But there was nothing at all primitive about the warm, airy space with it’s beautiful views over the bay from the headland it sat upon through the polarisable crystal panels, or the beautiful view of the nights sky and the gas giant above when the sun fell below the horizon.

It was probably fortunate they didn’t have much of a larger family, because the interior space was mostly patterned throw-rugs of Mandalorian and Tygran patterns, along with a central nest that was bed, sofa and... anything else, really.

The menu wasn’t exactly a five star restaurant, but it wasn’t just pre-packed food or fish she’d caught either - although she did intend to catch some fish. But there was a dining table with stools and a good morning view, there was super strength caff to ensure Mishel didn’t die from withdrawal symptoms.

And there was Shia, waiting with a smug, but pleased expression on her face face and butterflies in her stomach, stood in the sand hot of the beach for Mishel to arrive. After all, what was a honeymoon without, well... the wife? Her skin was an almost slate grey from the tan of working out doors for nearly a week now to prepare the ground and assemble the pre-fab, never mind the survey of the planet to ensure no one else lived there...

... anymore. Those pirates wouldn’t be bothering anyone, ever again. Mishel would be grumpy she’d missed that.

But not, Shia suspected, for long. Beaches were special to both of them, now they had an entire planet of them, and if the galaxy would hold its breath long enough (not that it would, but a girl could hope), it was six months until hurricane season.

And Shia fully intended to show Mishel a bit about being Mandalorian outsiders never saw, behind the armour and the death.

Shereshoy. You fought so that you could live.

[member="Mishel Kryze"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

A true Mandalorian honeymoon was all Mishel got from [member="Shia Kryze"], which to be honest - sounded about as relaxing and luxurious as camping in the woods. Still, she was more than entertained with Shia's enthusiasm and that was all she needed. For now anyway, Mishel concerned herself with the beach her eyes watched as cerulean waters hugged the coast, washing across the shoreline leaving behind the cool, damp sand. Small waves crested and crumbled onto one another as a touch of wind brushed along the waters as they pushed and pulled across the sand.

By now Shia was probably done building that vheh'dome and the thought of it amused Mishel. A soft smile crept along her lips as she closed her eyes and scoffed lightly knowing that her wife would be standing by this hovel- or what have you all proud like. If a hovel was where they were going to stay then a hovel is where they would stay, Mishel rose to her feet while wiping the sand from her legs and shorts. Long tresses of deep umber tone hair parted over shoulders, and swayed as she made the trek back to the spot of the hovel. Or, so she would assume - but then it might be a lovely hovel. After all, Shia was good with her hands.

Mishel wore a soft white tube top, exposing both abdomen and shoulders to the tropical rays of the Mid Rim moon. Feet were bare as she carefully picked out any debris in her path with small hand motions. The Force was wonderful for meanial tasks like that at least in her opinion. Mishel turned upward along the beach her gaze seldom left the path she walked, except for the occassional glance to the ocean. Out of the shade of the trees, her feet were greeted by the heat of sun baked sand. A few meters further and she was met with the slate gray figure of her wife. "A sun kissed Rattataki, on a beach," Mishel commented with a waggle of her brow. An arm extended toward Shia as she crossed the distance between them. Mishel stood on her toes a moment to give Shia a kiss on the cheek, "you look like you've been here awhile."

She gave her wife a curious look, "consider me intrigued." If she's been here that long? Chances were - this was gonna be some hovel. Vheh'yaime, dome - thing with sticks and leaves which was how Shia initially told her it was made from. To be honest, with all the clues around the ship about camping in the woods in a hovel-hut of dirt and grass really did seem like a nightmare. It was the only time that Mishel had ever felt like she truly related to her sister. "Please tell me we're not camping in the woods..."

 

[Shia Kryze]

Watched Mishel approach with that same smug smile, which slowly melted into a look of faint awe that yes, she was really here.

Just for a moment, as she took Mishel’s arm, the expression on her face said how hard the last few months had been on her, emotionally, mentally, if not physically.

She shifted the kiss from the cheek to the lips, and she took her time over it. Do it properly or not at all was a common motto among her vode and she... needed it. Which was a little scary, needing someone else who could - would - be taken away.

But the moment didn’t last long, not now at least, she had a beautiful woman whom she happened to be married to in her arms, and a deserted island...

... and some spectacularly low expectations to live up to.

She pressed herself into Mishel in a manner that could only be described as ‘vampish’.

“What, am I not enough for you? All that city living of your sister been rubbing off on my big, bad Jedi wife?” She purred in a challenging tone, then pulled back to tug Mishel forward with a not-so-small bounce on her toes as excitement overcame her attempts at deception.

“I’m sure you’ll find some way to get the sand out of awkward places.”

Electro-repulsive sun lotion, actually. Complete coverage required a bit of work, but the shower could now do it automatically. Although Mish would probably just wish it away.

“No forest though, I promise you...”

She tugged in Mishel’s arm to lead her up the headland towards the dome.

“Things are a little more basic than I had intended... but you don’t want to stay in the pirate camp I found. Ugh. The smell alone, never mind the mess... put work back a little.”

Shia was a terrible, terrible liar. Too honest for her own good, and it showed that she thought she had a surprise in the rapid-Fire ‘any other topic of conversation’ speech.

But jumping Mish on the beach - which had been her first, not terribly cunning plan - had run upon the rocks of needing to still, y’know, get up the hill and inside.

[member="Mishel Kryze"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel let herself be pleasantly surprised by Shia's return of affection. It was slow, lingering and left the Jedi wanting for more, like the start of a repuslorbike she was ready to go when Shia pulled away. A playful roll of her eyes in response to the Rattataki's statement, "please." Shia was more than enough but yet that challenging tone was enough to bristle the strokes of competition within the brunette. Laughter unfurled in the form of a throaty chuckle, "oh yes I am quite sure that I will find a way to get the sand out." Mishel followed this up with a wink, reassuring her wife of just who was going to be helping with that.

Shia promised it wasn't a forest as she led Mishel arm in arm up the headland toward the dome. "You mean to tell me there were pirates to slaughter and plunder from?" She feigned her pain, "and I wasn't involved? The nerve." Her overly sardonic tone being her give away, if the bit of laughter afterward didn't do it. Still, Mishel could tell when Shia was lying and only smiled in response. As they crossed the headland, Mishel could make out the top of the prefab-dome with crystal panels and the alabaster reformed plastic. She would wait for her Mandalorian to tell her about it, and would even let Shia give her a tour.

But if she were an honest woman, and she was, Shia wouldn't last much long once they got inside. Mishel was more than ready to show her wife just how much she missed her.

[member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Just getting off the beach might be considered a masterful feat of restraint on the part of both parties. Shia was holding on to just enough patience and control to play out her plan, rather than abandoning it. It seemed a bit of a shame to waste all that effort put into a ‘real’ honeymoon - well, any sort of time together, recently - and that kept Shia’s brain mostly on track, even if her proximity to Mishel was... not discouraging going off-plan. One of the advantages of knowing your partner was the ability to keep close to them, without disturbing the pace.

Which might be considered teasing, but Shia was enjoying it as well as she lead Mishel in through the outer doors, the faint buzz of a sonic curtain making sure that the vast majority of any sand ended up in the small entrance steps, then lead her down the very much not at all mud steps into the wide open central space, with it’s polarised dome letting in enough light to keep the place beautifully lit, the beams forming shadow patterns across the circular floor that ran around the edge of the central bed / sofa / what you make of it pit, with it’s view of the blue sky above.

There was temperature control - but not a great deal, just enough to mitigate the use of such an expanse if transparent surfaces - and the lower portions of the dome were open to let a natural breeze through anyway.

“I sort of got carried away.” Shia lied with utter insincerity. “So I’m sorry, but you’ll have to cope with a modern traditional Mandalorian home.”

A pause.

“Well, honeymoon home, as it is in Basic, anyway.”

[member="Mishel Kryze"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

To be honest, this was way more than Mishel had ever expected. The dome was more than she was expecting as they walked through the curtains as sand left their feet on the steps. The open central space was wide, and spacious enough for the two of them as lights cascaded down across the area. A bed or pit of cushions as Mishel discerned them to be laid in the center of the circluar floor with the view of the sky directly above it as Mishel explored. The dome felt fight, temperature seemed to be agreeable for both parties. As the Tygaran made her back to the pit she drew Shia's arms around her waist. "Mhmm," she acknowedged Shia a moment and then coiled her hands around the back of the Rattatki's neck. They ran down along her wife's face. Mishel's thumbs brushed against Shia's lips, "how ever will I-" her voice trailed off as she moved her hands away from Shia's face and pushed up on her toes to kiss the love of her life. "Cope."

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[member="Shia Kryze"]