Creative Writing: The Revanite Compound

Fynta’s ribs ached when she leaned over the holotable. Jorgan had done his best to clean the wounds that Verin had given her before they returned to command. Still, Theron’s jaw dropped as soon as she entered the alcove, and Elara began digging through her medical kit. For some reason, they all looked to her to make the final decision on when and how to infiltrate the Revanite Compound. Fynta’s instinct was to charge straight in. They had killed Cinlat, her sister, and broken her brother. She would tear that place apart and kill every last one. “Fynta?” Theron took a tentative step towards her, but stopped at a look from Jorgan. A single glance at Cormac settled Fynta’s mind. “I’m giving my squad the night off,” she answered without making eye contact with any of them. “We’ll infiltrate in the morning and finish this thing.” Surprisingly, no one objected. Fynta motioned for Havoc to move out. Verin hadn’t gotten one more night with Cinlat, but she’d be damned her troops were denied …show more content…
Cormac wasn’t sure if he could handle losing her. The mere thought of it made his eyes burn with tears he’d already wept. “It’s actually quite lovely from up here,” Elara murmured sleepily. “The untamed wilderness is so alive. I always loved looking out over the wilds on Dromund Kaas.” Balic stroked her hair. Elara hadn’t spoken a word about Cinlat, or about the wounds that she treated on both Fynta and Verin when they returned. Cormac knew the signs of a scrap when he saw them. The expression on Jorgan’s face when he shrugged off their questions was answer enough. Balic forced himself to breathe in, then out, before trying to lighten the mood. He couldn’t leave Elara with the impression of a glum husband the night before such an uncertain assault. “I’ll take you camping in some of the mountain ranges on Alderaan. You’d like