In full dress uniform, medals and all Namyr leaned against the wall down the hall from where Rogueboy was signing his papers for retirement. Per to regulations her Lekku had no adornments and laid down her back. Earlier the day she had been invited to the ceremony with all the bells and whistles of his retirement. Nothing had been said between her and him before he was ushered into the room for the paperwork. Her mouth pursed a little, her eyes closed as she waited. She still had almost two years left in her enlistment and now Rogueboy was going to go off start a farm and live a life where everyday there was a possibility of dying. She was going to miss him, terribly, and felt regret for alienating their friendship while she had been seeing Riqimo. She let out a dark sigh, she knew she wasn’t a hundred percent at fault for the whole situation, but still she felt like she had ruined her last chances to be with her friend.

The door opened and Rogueboy stepped out grabbing Leon, for who knows why, had passed by the door at that exact time. They, being guys, punched one another in the arm and exchanged manly words, and also Leon’s surprise on Rogueboy’s retirement. Namyr had kept her mouth closed about the whole situation, if Rogueboy wanted to tell him then he could, it was none of her business. After they spoke Rogueboy turned to walk down the hall and this is where Namyr caught him by the arm. Gazing up at him she felt her face break out in a grin equally as roguish as his own, and to her surprise her cheeks flushed as well. What had happened to the boyish curve in Rogueboy's chin, the young twinkle in his eyes, when had he become, well a man, and why hadn't she noticed it? The confident, warm look in those lime green eyes, his casual slow smile, it was almost like he was a character from an old space western and she expected him any moment to produce a cowboy hat, murmur a low, 'ma'am,' to her and ride off into the sunset. And since when did she had such girlish reactions to him?

“Going somewhere?” she asked blinking her long lashes.

“I got my...”

“Discharge papers today. I know you must have told me about a thousand times before our last mission. You also told me your plans. Rogue, I’m going to miss you and your silly little jokes,” she said blinking back tears, she surprised herself, had she actually allowed herself some little hope that he would change his mind at the last moment and reenlisted. Now she truly was being silly. She relaxed in Rogueboy's hands and shivered slightly as he stroked her Lekku, since he had once frightened her by grabbing them and she had almost punched him, Rogueboy had always been extra careful about them.

“Oh I’m not crying because I probably won’t see you again, I’m crying because now I won’t have anyone to beat up in our melee training sessions,” she lied completely through her teeth managing a smile. What else was she going to do when she woke up so early in the morning all she could do was call Rogueboy and demand a Melee training session. He would show up, hair usually up at a point where he had slept on it wrong. He'd give her shit about getting him up that early, but sure enough everytime she did call he would show up, she had come to rely on Rogueboy.

“I’m going to miss you as well, who else could at a target range and hit someone else’s target three lanes down,” smartass that had been one time before Darr had ordered her to get her eyes checked, then the three months of coke bottle glasses before she had finally gotten in for laser eye surgery. For goddess sake! she had a sharpshooter medal on her uniform.

“I told you the blaster was defective!” Namyr yelled in mock outrage before turning serious again. “Oh I’m coming to your goodbye party and damn me if you’re leaving sober," she stated looking serious again, biting her lip, maybe the party would be the last time she saw Rogueboy again. Suddenly he pulled her closer into the hug, Namyr let out another sigh burying her nose in his warm shoulder and inhaling his smell, that cinnamon spicy smell she had loved for such a long time. She looked up at Rogueboy whose lips were inching towards her own. She had half a mind to allow him to kiss her but then remembered she was in uniform and PDA was usually frowned upon.

“Relax trooper, I’m still mad at you," she said her voice a little huskier then she wanted it to be as she looked back into Rogueboy's eyes.

“Then I take it as a good thing I’m no longer a trooper," Rogueboy said a sad, disappointed, boyish looking coming over his face. Namyr smiled, he wasn't a trooper anymore, which meant he wasn't a raider anymore....which meant.

“Let’s go tell the other troopers,” Namyr said taking Rogueboy's hand her head filled with thoughts. Funny thing was, most of the Raiders had already left to go and get ready, except for the newest recruits who were stuck for a few more hours doing paperwork.

"Hey what's that?" Rogueboy asked as Namyr took out a clothing bag out of her locker.

"What I'm wearing to your party of course, now come on, we get changed at your place, then head to the bar for your party," Namyr said taking Rogueboy's hand again and tried pulling him towards the parking lot. She was denied the movement byt Rogueboy standing fast and looking at her.

"Namyr, we erm, never mind we can talk later," Rogueboy sighed leaving Namyr in the dark on what he wanted to talk about.

Namyr raised and eyebrow, "Okay it's your party," she replied and after a short car ride where Namyr was clinging Rogueboy's waist from his insane driving on his racer, they arrived at Rogueboy's apartment, "I really miss Patch," Namyr murmured at the empty sound the apartment without the droid scooting around.

"Yeah and cleaning after myself kind of sucks to, well you know where everything is," Rogueboy said heading to his bedroom to change while Namyr took the bathroom, slipping on the dress, quickly putting on a little make up and heading for the bedroom when she was finish, slipping on high heels as she walked.

"So, good enough for you going away?" Namyr asked leaning against the doorway as she watched Rogueboy struggle with his tie, that is until he glanced up at her and his eyes grew large. She was wearing a simple dress, bit it was the same color as her eyes, but it made sure to accent her chest and legs enough for Rogueboy's eyes to bug out.

"Y-yes," Rogueboy said his cheeks flushing slightly, which amused Namyr, "A little help?"

Namyr chuckled walking up to him and taking the tie and pulling it away from Rogueboy and dropping it on the bed, "Go without it," she said casually smiling a little and shrugging, turning away she picked up her purse, "Come on Alexander'eswo, you're so slow and we'll be late!"

A kiss to her neck, a gentle squeeze to her Lekku, it had taken almost fifteen minutes to convince Rogueboy that her Lekku though sensitive could be touched without pain. Strong, warm arms wrapped around her holding her close as his soft lips found her own and kissed her. Namyr was glad that she hadn't drunk until she passed out, and she was also glad that she had finally found the strength to be this close to Rogueboy. Something had happened out on the dance floor, both of them were decent dancers, but tonight their bodies had been water, flowing against one another, they had both been able to sense how the other was moving, and on the dance floor they had almost felt like one. Namyr let out a low sigh, it had taken forever but she was where she wanted to be and content with it.

Warm spread over her and into Rogueboy's ear in just the slightest whisper, almost too quiet for her own ears to hear, "Alexander, I love you," she murmured before falling asleep in his arms.

The weight shifting on the bed woke Namyr into a groggy half sleep. She smiled giddily as she watched Rogueboy's bare behind make his way to the bathroom, groaning a little she stretched out underneath the warm blankets, the clock said it was nine in the morning. The horrible, painful, sinking feeling hit Namyr like a punch to the gut. This was the day that Rogueboy was going to leave, he was going to hop on the shuttle and leave forever. And what is she, no that was a million to one chance, still she wished they could have been more careful. Tears welled up in her eyes, Namyr couldn't face him, not before he left. Oh, Goddess what had she said last night, no she hadn't, no she couldn't have not right before he left. Panicked she flew out of bed, throwing on her clothes, grabbing the uniform she had left there the day before.

Her hand shook, the shower in the bathroom sputtered to life, desperately she tried to think of something the write, something to explain her speedy departure. Screw it, she might as well leave on a sour note to make the separation more bearable. Slipping on her shoes Namyr was out of the apartment and climbing into the cab before she could get ahold of herself.

"Where to?" the driver asked and Namyr gave him her apartment address. She spent little time in her apartment, enough to shower, change into her praying robes before she left her apartment again and headed for the Goddess Temple to pray.

"Mayday, Mayday, is anyone there this is Sargent Namyr'Olgkru Lythune, requesting backup, or a pick up, we have injured and the temperature is dropping drastically, is anyone there! Damnit," her voice quivered a little, "We need help, enemy forces have us surrounded, Darr is down it's just me and the new soldiers. Anyone, anyone?"

"It's no use Sarge, we're on our own here," Fenris spoke holding the bandage over the cut over his eye.

"Fuck," Namyr growled lifting Darr's limp form back onto her shoulder, "Fen you got Mug?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go we have to find some shelter before it gets any worst," Namyr said wiping the sand from her visor. An Arctic desert, she wondered HAD wondered why the Empire hadn't tried setting up a port or base or something. The pretty much 24/7 sand blizzards explained it. Even if her message had gone through, she highly doubted it with all the disturbance, a ship could only land once every two earth days when the blizzards let up for the sunrise that rose the temperature enough to keep the storms at bay, and only then it was for twenty minutes at the most.

"Looks like there's a cave to the north," Namyr grunted into her communication device, "We'll take shelter there, help the injured more and hunker down for a while."

When they got to the cave, making sure there were no dangers inside they set up camp. With what little supplies they had, it was suppose to be a simple mission, they managed to have some shelter against the cold. After re-wrapping Mug's wounds, Namyr painfully slide down the wall to rest until her watch began. She coughed painfully, her still tender ribs aching from the hit she took and from the cold settling. It was hard to believe that earlier she had been warm, wrapped in Rogueboy's arms. She had actually sucked up her fears and had been heading to the shuttle port to see him off when she had gotten the call for the mission. there had been no time to call or prepare, Rakysh almost missed the shuttle. They hadn't even gotten the right information, it had just been a mission to scout out hostile activity that had been sighted recently. Then as a storm came up they had been taken by surprise and had to run.

"This is Sargent Namyr, we need help. If anyone receives this message I'm sending our position. If no one receives this, this is my last message as active Squad Leader of Raiders. Darr has been knocked out, several soldiers unconscious, temperature is dropping and supplies were slow to begin with. For the family members of my squad let them know their son and daughters served bravely. For myself, I never did have a will made, I leave what little I have to Rogueboy, he's the closes to kin I have. And if he can be found tell him, 'hey,' and I guess," Namyr paused for a moment, 'I meant what I said,' Sargent Namyr out."

Her lips were a deep purple, Namyr's hand shook as she tried to keep her eyes open.  She was so tired, so cold, she just wanted to forget about her watch and fall asleep.

"Nams what's the point of keeping watch yuo can barely hold the rifle straight," Fenris spoke from the huddle mass of people underneath the space blanket someone had thought of bringing along.

"Because," Namyr chattered her teeth hitting hard together as she shiver uncontrollably, "I'm the most Senior Officer and I take care of my troops.  Go back under the blanket, help will be here soon."

"But Nams," Fenris protested as a hail of fire started up again, the hired guns had been going on and off for the last four hours and someone needed to be alert enough to keep them from entering the cave.

"That's an order," Namyr hissed managing to fire off three rounds and hitting one of the men who were trying to sneak into the cave.  "Goddess I'm so far away from your earth, but I have nothing left.  Never before have I been afraid to die, never before have I had a reason to be afraid.  I'm so scared not for myself but for those who look to me for strength.  Now I'm repeating myself, its so cold and I'm so tired, please Goddess I beg you I need help!"

Namyr then chuckled a little, "At least I was able to tell him my heart," she murmured darkly taking another shot.

Namyr licked her lips and was sluggishly surprised that even though she still had her helmet on she found cold frost on her lips.  Her fingers and toes were numb, her actions slow, so unlike her normal self.  Bitter, frozen tears stuck to her cheeks, "Mayday, Mayday, anyone, anyone at all," her hoarse whispered practically begged into her malfunctioning comlink, after being in the cold for so long it had finally fizzled out, not that Namyr had noticed.  Several times she had caught herself with her eyes closed dreaming of warm beaches.  She vowed that if she got out of this her and Rogueboy would go to one of the nice beach planets on their next leave and just bake in the sun until she was a purple-red and he was lobster red.  Namyr let out another chuckle, it hurt her head so she rested it against her arm.

Then she stood up, "Nams, what are you..." Fenris' voice chattered the light from the outdoors was rapidly fading and the cold was getting worst.  Around Namyr there were a few blaster rifle shots that had missed her completely.  She ripped off her helmet, her skin prickling slightly to the cold, luckily her Lekku had been bound tight to her head keeping them from frostbite, but now she didn't care.  If she could just give a little time for the rescue ships, if they were coming, if that would save the squad she didn't care about her Lekku.  Clutching her blades in her numb hands, she stumbles slowly towards the entrance of the cave, two stray blaster bolts hit both of her shoulders.  Blood ran freely down her arm, coating her hands, warming them with the thick liquid.  Her hand stung as they regained some movement.  Namyr rushed forward, blade drawn, flighting her last battle.

As the forces retreated for re-enforcements, Namyr fell to her knees her blood clumping the sand as she kneeled there, from the sky she looked up as a large pod shaped object shot down, firey from the planet's atmosphere and crashed nearby.  She watched for a moment, turning her head to the left to see more vehicles from the enemy forces coming nearer.  Struggling to her feet Namyr stood there waiting, waiting for her end.

Wind gushed aroun Namyr as a pod crashed into the earth, sand flew everywhere, she covered her eyes against the gritty grains.  She coughed painfully, the blood running down her shoulder freezing in the bitter cold, she looked puzzled as through her hazy eyes she say that the enemy fire had been diverted to two people coming out of the pods.  She felt as if she was in a dream, reconizing the movement of one of the figures.  No it couldn't be, why would he be here he should be on his way to somewhere warm and relaxing.

“Namyr is that you!” The figure's hoarse voice pierced through the wind, Namyr's throat went dry.  That voice, those shoulders, the fact he was hitting the target, Goddess had heard her pleas, it was Rogueboy, he had come to save her.

Clutching her blades as tight as her numb fingers could Namyr ran forward, "Alex!" she wailed, her heavy feet pounding against the sand.  Enemy and friendly fire skipped around her, Namyr coughed painfully again covering her mouth as she ran over a dune.  A crack from behind her then a horrible shearing pain run down Namyr's back.  Her legs kept traveling as she headed down the dune.

"Alexander," she murmured upon seeing him, she held out her hand, her fingers almost touching his before she collapsed.

"Nams, NAMS!" she heard Rogueboy scream turning her to face him and hold her, "Damnit Nams, why didn't you stay put," he spoke his voice shaking.

Namyr murmured something and smiled a little and coughed again, her usually bright white teeth stained with blood.  "Alex'eswo," she murmured still looking pleased her fingers curling around his neck, 'You came," she murmured quietly before closing her eyes.




Namyr shivered, she was cold, very cold, her teeth chattered.  Pulling the blanket over her head she tried to warm herself a little more, until a shearing pain raced up her back.  "OUCH!" she cried out, tears prickling her eyes, "What the hell?" she questioned looking at the bandages around her chest, shoulder, and stomach.  Pulling the blanket off of her face she looked around the small officer's quarters of a ship.  Namyr groaned, where was she, and what happened?