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djinmer4 · 6 years
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Decapitated Flowers (X-Men/Star Wars Crossover)
Mitth’kurt’darcolm walked into Aikaterina Pryde’s office then stopped.  There was a half-filled vase of flowers with more scattered on her desk.  Brask Oto had an ornamental garden/park to accommodate service people who would be spending a long time there, and Kitty had certainly spent a good deal of free time there, but she’d never seemed to be interested in flower arranging.  “Where did these come from?”
She laughed.  “Hank picked up some interesting specimens on our last mission out.  They were pulling flower heads off in the garden, so I decided to make some use of the discards.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to be into decoration.”
“On my home world, it was expected that a person would have a few artistic talents.  I’m not musically inclined and I can’t cook, but I’m a very good dancer, and I do like the art of flower arranging.  It’s some of the few things I’ve kept from before.”  Before she had been sold into slavery, rather than before she had been rescued, he guessed.  “There, it’s done.  What do you think?”
She turned the vase towards him.  A bundle of complex blue roses formed a dome for the center.  Topping them was a set of black orchids, while in the middle was a line of red lilies, with one more red lily off to the side.  “You’re mocking me.”
“Maybe a little.  The roses are Ithorian roses and the orchids are zinthorns.  The lilies are fire lilies.”  She held them out and for the first time he noticed the vase was the same shiny black as the CEDF uniform.  “You could put it on the shelf on the wall behind you.  Give people something to look at while your dressing them down.”
“Or you could keep it on that table on the side of the door and scare people when they turn around.”
“That does sound fun.”  She followed his suggestion, placing on the end table where it wouldn’t be seen until people were leaving.  “Now, what did you come here for?”
“Just the preliminary proposal for allowing the refugees to leave Brask Oto and begin settlements on some of the Chiss colony worlds.”  He held out the proposal.  He supposed he could have sent it via the hypernet, but he always felt more comfortable with a physical copy.  She could just scan it if she wanted to.  “Make sure to read it and send it back to me with any changes.”  He turned to leave.  “Now if you excuse, I have to go make sure Hank’s new acquisitions don’t turn into the same fiasco as last time.”
“Do you like them?  I think they look like you!”
Kurt observed the furry, blue vermin that were climbing all over Hank’s lab and wondered if he could possibly arrange for Hank to have a mission to Dagobah.  Then he discarded the idea, the scientist would probably come back with some giant meat-eating plant that would get into the vents and require purging the entire station to get rid of.  Maybe he’d just have him deliver the next report to Csilla.  Hank had complained that the Anri family was trying to get him matched; he could put up with blind dates and omiai or however his family did things for the next quarter.  “They look like me in as much as they look like any Chiss.  Why would you bring them back?”
“Curiosity, of course.  Ch’hodos was a Sith world, and you’re right about these things looking like Chiss.  We wondered if there was a connection.”
“We?”
“Kitty and Pyotr were the ones who found them.”
“She didn’t mention that earlier.” Kurt muttered under his breath.  “Even so, did you have to bring so many back?  Couldn’t you have done biopsies there or whatever it is you do?”
“No, for two reasons.  First, the star that Ch’hodos orbits has become considerably more active than it was in our records.  We couldn’t stay there for long due to the radiation.  Seond, well,” Massive blue furred shoulders shrugged.  “Try hitting one of them with something.”
Kurt stared at the scientist in disbelief, but pulled a knife from his sleeve and threw it at one of the things (rats? mynocks?  he didn’t have a word for them) that was clustered near the door.  Instead of dodging or getting hit, a puff of smoke appeared, then the same little blue rat was up on the back of Hank’s chair.  It was easy to see it was the same one due to the black markings on it’s face.  The furry mynock stuck out it’s tongue at Kurt and made a rude noise.
“Teleportation?”  Enthusiastic nodding.  “And they all can do it!  Imagine if it turns out they really are related to us.  Maybe we could unlock the potential to do so ourselves!  Not even the X-Men have teleporters!”
Kurt really did not want to keep these things around, but for once Hank had a good argument.  “Fffffine.  But keep them in your lab and under control.  I’ll see Scott or maybe Rayne about setting up a patrol to keep their numbers down.”  He desperately needed a painkiller.  “By the way, what are you going to call them?”
As if that was a signal, the critters started to howl and teleport all over the place, leaving little sulfur-scented clouds everywhere.  Hank smiled benevolently, and Kurt wondered how the older Chiss was actually planning to keep the vermin under control.  “Kitty named them Bamfs!”
“Wonderful.  I think I’ll need to have a word with her.”  With that he left Hank’s office and closed the door behind him.  Outside, he saw Kitty’s little dragon beast, Lockheed, chasing down some of the newly christened Bamfs.  It blew fire and about half of the crowd teleported away, then seized one of the remainders and shook it like a rancor with a lizard.  Normally he was less than fond of the dragon, but in this case, “Happy hunting, little dragon.  Hope you have a good lunch.”
“I got this for you.”  It was a large plant, with a maroon colored trunk with delicate flowers cascading from the branches.  The pale blue flowers with their lavender stamens gave off a sweet, almost candy-like scent.
“It’s beautiful.  What is it and where did you get it?”  Kitty raised one hand to delicately cup one gathering of blossoms.
“I got it from one of your X-Men, Linli the Zabrak.  She called it a Succulosum Azure.”  Kitty paused and pulled away from the plant.  “She may not have known I was going to present it to you.”
“You do know that Humans are allergic to Succulosum Azure?”
“Oh, I know.”  He gave her a fang-filled smile.  “But the plant is so very pretty, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”  He set it on her desk, adjusting it a few inches so that it was in full view, but not in her way while she worked.
“This is revenge for the Bamfs, isn’t it?”
He didn’t bother to answer, but his smile got even wider.
“I think I’d better go wash my hands.”
“That might be a good idea.  Hope you enjoy my gift.”
She really was rather inventive when it came to cursing.
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