Ace made his way through the darkened corridor, his footsteps echoing softly in the silence. The explosion had caught his attention, and he was never one to ignore a disturbance, especially when it came from the training room. As he turned the corner, he found Valor sprawled on the floor, unconscious and partially buried under debris.
Ace approached Valor with a deliberate lack of urgency, his heavy boots scraping against the debris-strewn floor. He nudged Valor's unconscious form roughly with the toe of his boot, making sure to dig it in just a bit. "Well, well, well," he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like our precious pet has gotten himself into a bit of a predicament, hasn't he?"
Valor groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. He adjusted his mask and looked up at Ace, his eyes widening in surprise and a touch of embarrassment.
"Ace," Valor muttered, his voice muffled by the mask. "What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the library?”
Ace folded his arms across his chest, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Heard the explosion, didn't I? Figured I'd see what all the fuss was about. Looks like our Jedi 'guests' gave you quite the thrashing, eh?"
Valor shifted uncomfortably, pushing himself into a sitting position. "It's not like that," he protested weakly. "They caught me off guard."
Ace's laughter was harsh and mocking. "Caught you off guard, did they? Playing with the big boys now, are we?"
Valor winced, and Ace reveled in the discomfort he was causing. It was rare for Valor to be on the receiving end of such treatment, and Ace was enjoying every moment of it.
With a begrudging sigh, Ace extended a hand to help Valor up, but he didn't make it easy. He yanked Valor roughly to his feet, making him stumble slightly. "Well, come on then, kid," Ace sneered. He paused and with drew a cigarette and. A lighter and lit it up taking a long slow drag on it before blowing a puff of smoke towards the younger male.
Valor accepted Ace's help, but there was no gratitude in his eyes, only irritation. "Thanks," he muttered, coughing and waving a hand in front of his face to dispel the smoke.
Ace waved off the thanks, his tone still cutting. "Don't thank me yet.”
As he prepared to investigate further, Ace couldn't resist one last jab. "Need more lessons, do you?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "Can't have you embarrassing Mother Dearest with your pitiful performance. Tell me, did you even get a chance to put up a fight, or did they take you out before you could blink?"
Valor's response was a bitter subdued laugh, and Ace knew that this partnership was going to be even more trying than he had anticipated.
Valor was adamant about pursuing their Jedi guests. He argued vehemently with Ace, his voice muffled by his mask but laced with frustration. "We can't let them escape, Ace! We have to stop them before they leave!"
Ace, on the other hand, was less enthusiastic about the prospect. He looked at his cigarette and turned it over in his hand before taking a long drag. He regarded Valor with a cold, unyielding gaze. "I don't recall signing up for any unsanctioned missions," he retorted. "This isn't in my work contract, kid."
Valor's frustration grew, and he clenched his fists. "Damn it, Ace! This is important! We can't let them get away!"
Ace couldn't help but roll his eyes behind his own mask. "I don't work for you," he reminded Valor, his tone dripping with irritation. "I work for your mother. If she wants them caught, she can order us to do it." He took a puff before balancing that cig on his lips then added, “Good soldiers follow orders; You would do well to remember that.”
The tension between them was palpable, and Ace couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Stubborn little clone."
However, Ace finally relented, though it was clear he wasn't happy about it. "Fine, we'll keep an eye on them," he grumbled. "But I swear, if you get yourself killed over this, I won't be the one to save your scrawny ass."
Valor bristled at Ace's words but knew better than to push his luck any further. With a begrudging nod, he agreed to their course of action. The two unlikely allies turned their attention back to the task at hand, briefly so.
Valor's frustration was reaching its peak as he decidedly went against his better judgment and continued to argue with Ace about capturing the Jedi. He knew that Ace was well aware of their boss, Lady Saraphine, being absent at a business summit, and unable to give immediate orders. The lack of communication out from this base only amplified his sentiment of isolation.
He leaned in closer to Ace, his voice a low, growl. "Ace, you know damn well that Lady Saraphine can't be here right now," he said through gritted teeth. "We need to secure her interests in her absence. We can't let them escape with whatever they've uncovered."
Ace regarded Valor with a stern expression, not giving an inch. "And do you really think Saraphine cares about her real child, the one she birthed? Do you think she wants him running around, potentially causing trouble for her? Or do you think she wants him to fill the role you have been found severely lacking in? One of you is the contingency. So enlighten me! What DOES Lady Seraphine actually want ?" Ace challenged Valor, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Valor hesitated for a moment, contemplating Ace's words. The thought of Lady Saraphine's possible ulterior motives weighed heavily on his mind. He had always been loyal to her, but now he found himself at a crossroads.
Ace continued, his tone softer but still laced with annoyance. "Maybe it's in your best interest to let them escape, kid. Less hassle for Saraphine, and us in the long run."
Valor's internal struggle was evident as he mulled over Ace's words. He finally gave a reluctant nod, begrudgingly agreeing to let the Jedi go. It was a decision that weighed on his conscience, but for the moment, he would follow Ace's lead and keep a close eye on their Jedi guests as they continued to make their escape.
However, as Ace's words hung in the air, and the weight of their implications began to sink in for Valor. He knew that Braze was Lady Seraphine's real son, and the thought of her potentially replacing him with Braze stung deeply.
Valor's expression shifted from frustration to a mixture of anger and anxiety. He clenched his fists, struggling to contain his emotions. "You think she'd...replace me?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The idea that he could be replaced by Lady Seraphine was a terrifying thought, and it made him realize just how precarious his position in her organization truly was.
Ace, in his typical gruff manner, continued to drive his point home. "It's always a possibility, kid. You know how ruthless Saraphine can be when it comes to her interests. You'd do well to remember that, too."
Valor's eyes burned with determination as he made his decision. "Fine, let them go," he conceded, his voice filled with resignation. "But we'll keep a close eye on them. If they cause any trouble, we won't hesitate to act."
Ace nodded in approval, satisfied that he had gotten through to Valor. "Good. Let's go make sure they're not causing any more chaos."
Valor couldn't help but wonder about the future and what Lady Seraphine had in store for him. The uncertainty of his position gnawed at him, but for now, he had chosen to let Braze and the other Jedi escape, hoping it would buy him time to earn him some favor in the eyes of Lady Seraphine.
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