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SURVIVALISM | Chapter 02

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Krennic x f!Senator Chapter 01 - Chapter 02 - ...

2,270 words | G rated | Warning: alcohol use

Summary: Charity Gala season is upon them, and she must show her face if she hopes to correct the trajectory of Cal Hantur. Krennic has other plans, mainly to spoil her evening. He's everywhere, all the time. She doesn't get a chance to breathe without him looming nearby.

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This was the third evening in a row where you had to attend multiple parties throughout the same night, and fatigue was catching up to you. If it simply meant showing your face and gracefully sipping your drink while bidding on artifacts, this would have been just fine. But your duties went beyond appearances here and there. You had to mingle with Senators, Governors, and Imperial agents. Most of them were still strangers to you. Their faces blurred together, their names forgotten as quickly as they were spoken. This wasn't helped by the fact that they all seemed to know each other. As if you were interrupting childhood reunions.

To add to your worries, your office had had an increasing number of reports from the security team regarding data breaches. None had been successful so far, but these forceful attacks on your home left you reeling. You felt exposed. You needed to keep the situation under wrap and closely monitored, but this proved challenging from Coruscant. You would have felt much more grounded on Cal Hantur with the people you knew and direct access to everything you needed.

The lack of control chipped away at your sanity.

You refocused your attention on the task at hand; the gala. Your gown trailed behind you as you made your way over to the circular bar in the middle of the room, sleeves billowing at your sides. You had shed your usual protective layer against the cold and were baring more skin than comfortable for the chilled rooms, but no matter. You had to look the picture of composed elegance. Had to. No one should be able to read the simmering panic of your situation. Your anxiety was getting worse every day. If you couldn't get the rebels in check, you'd lose profit and therefore lose your home. Lose your senate position. Lose everything that you'd built, just like your predecessor.

The dress you wore tonight was made of silk, pale hues of green contrasting against blush pink. The neckline dipped in a V shape almost all the way to your navel and the high slit reach up to your mid thigh. The sleeves were sheer, exposing the tanned skin of your arms. You looked soft and distinguished amongst the guests.

Your hand reached out for a tall glass of champagne at the same time as someone else, connecting against the leather of their gloves barely an inch away from target. You chuckled awkwardly as they retracted their hand, turning your head to find Krennic observing you with amusement.

"Ladies first.", he inclined his head towards you.

"Director Krennic, I didn't expect to see you here this evening!", you said warmly, shaking off the reveries of the last quarter hour.

"A pleasant surprise, I hope?"

"Well that all depends on the tone of conversation.", you purred.

This was far from your first drink of the evening and if you had to be honest, it really should have been your last. The drinks helped to settle your nerves and gave you something tangible to hold on to. Even though you'd spent much of your life in the public eye, you still weren't quite sure what to do with your hands in these situations. When you had company with you, you could simply hold onto their arm but you were alone that evening.

Krennic laughed at your remark, a sound that rumbled deliciously in your ear and made you want to get closer. It seemed impossible that he was wearing an even more polished version of his uniform and perhaps it was only the effect of the sash draped across his chest, but he looked especially crisp. Kriff you needed to lay off the champagne, you thought as you took a long sip to busy yourself.

Your companion leaned closer and scanned the room with his eyes before landing back on you. His gaze pinned you to the spot like a tractor beam. No escaping the conversation now.

"Are you here on your own? No Senator Karon at your heel?", his voice was light but his expression betrayed his antipathy for your friend.

"I believe he's abandoned me for better company.", you gestured with your glass towards your friend and his husband engaged in lively conversation further out in the room.

"Ah. It's just as well, I was hoping for a moment alone with you."

There was a tense beat between you while he drank you in. You were keenly aware that the last time you had seen him, you bared significantly less skin. He seemed to have noticed as well, licking his lips and settling into an imperious smile. You could feel your cheeks burning. The two of you were squeezed impossibly close together at the bar by the crowd that was formed around it. It afforded you privacy but gave you the impression of being trapped there with him. You finished your drink too quickly and glanced around. It was immediately replaced by another, and Krennic cheered with you. You should have opted for a more sturdy liquor like he had.

"How may I be of service?", you probed calmly.

"It's what I can do for you that should be of utmost interest, Senator. My friends within the ISB are quite displeased with the situation in the Mid Rim, especially with a certain leisure planet... I was hoping you'd be willing to shed a light on just what's been happening lately. So that I know how best to assist you.", Krennic leered.

He seemed to take pleasure in every word which felt like blades to your heart. Your panic had morphed into annoyance, and in turn, anger. How dare he accost you at events to threaten you? His aim was clearly to rattle your gilded cage but you couldn't put your finger on why. Why were you of such interest to him? Why focus on Cal Hantur like an obsessive leech?

"What's in it for you?", you snapped back through clenched teeth.

"Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves."

You watched him take a sip of his drink, the superior smile never leaving his lips. Boastful prick. If his position within Military Intelligence hadn't been so prominent, you would have already thrown your drink in his face. The taunting needed to come to an end. This was clearly a business meeting and not a social call for him, so you would muster your forces and play along. You simply could not give him what he wanted. If his desire was for you to be meek and grovel at his feet, he was in for a surprise of his own.

"There's no reason for concern. I have the situation handled."

"But do you, truly?", he wondered aloud.

His eyes squinted at you with amusement. This was quite the show. You felt like a chew toy in the jaws of a tooka. You remained silent as he rested his elbow on the counter and brought his attention elsewhere. Was he really going to faint disinterest now?

"Your little Hedge project. My team has a lot of questions that the reports do not answer. Perhaps a visit to Cal Hantur is overdue... How long has it been since you've been home?"

You let out a sigh and unclenched your jaw. Finally some comfortable territory. From here you could easily stir the conversation into familiar grounds. This was the opening you needed and yet you took his bait. His words had brought your mind away from the danger at hand and back to the pleasant memories of home. Cal Hantur was always going to make you feel soft and relaxed. A precarious feeling when in the presence of Director Krennic.

"Too long, it seems.", you whispered to yourself.

"How serendipitous that our interests should align then.", he rejoiced, clapping his hands as if to celebrate your arrival to the point.

"You could have asked for a tour outright. We welcome Imperial officers to our home every day, one more group makes no difference.", you said dismissively.

You put your glass down on the bar. You'd lost your thirst after this whirlwind exchange. Your wits needed to kept sharp if you hoped to navigate the rest of the evening without making a fool of yourself.

"Where's the fun in that? Isn't it your job to make us feel special?", Krennic gesticulated and pushed away from the bar to stand in front of you.

Your temper reared its ugly head, your vision turned red for a split second. The audacity of this man! And yet you were trapped, unable to put him in his place or else you'd risk too much. Worst of all, he knew it and delighted in taunting you. Your response came out icy-hot, contempt and pride colouring your words.

"My job, Director, is to protect the interests of my people. And their home. I represent more than tourists and oligarchs."

After too many drinks you couldn't help it. At least it was better than slapping him outright in a room full of colleagues and potential allies... or enermies. You were sure the sound would have resonated across the entire hall all the way to the plaza and beyond.

"My apologies. I forget how fastidious you senatorial types are.", he waved his hand in a gesture dismissive of your affront.

"You're more than welcome to take a tour of the room and find yourself easier conversation.", you hissed.

"But not as stimulating.", he crooned as he took your arm and lead you away from the bar.

You stiffened at his side, stumbling around the edge of your gown. Your hand clutched his arm tightly and he tucked you closer. This is what he had wanted. To parade you around the room for everyone to see, like a trophy. Like his newest project. Like he owned you and anything attached to your name. You seethed mutely while taking a slow turn of the hall. You had kept your chin lifted proudly, meeting people's eyes. And there were many. People weren't hiding their curiosity. Let them gossip, you thought. As long as you appeared harmless and in control there was no issue.

You looked up at Krennic. He was making no effort to hide how chuffed he was with himself. The urge to strike him return but this time it was fuelled by how much you hated yourself for finding him attractive. If his personality was less toxic he would have been your type to a tee. Your emotions were swirling in the pit of your stomach.

"Director Krennic?", a young female aid called as she approached you both.

"Yes, darling?", Krennic answered.

"Colonel Yularen needs you."

The affectionate term caused your face to twist with displeasure which you were sure he interpreted as jealousy. You'd never met a more audacious man in your life. Your arm remained wrapped around his as he turned to you, but you were still staring at the aid with a placid smile. You let your fingers sprawl around his bicep. It wasn't a surprise to find lean muscle under the padding of his uniform. You were pleased to see the effect of your gesture on both the Imperial's faces. The aid looked at you with surprise while Krennic raised his eyebrows in interest, and something darker. Better to have him think you'd miss his presence terribly.

"Duty calls."

Krennic detached himself from you and brought your hand to his lips, his blue eyes fixed on your mouth as he kissed your skin. His thumb stroked across your knuckles just once before he let go. You shivered at the ping of electricity that ran down your spine and set your blood alight. You wondered how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body.

So, it seemed two could play this game.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Senator.", Krennic murmured.

You had no time to reply before he strode away with the aid who was already handing him a datapad. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your gown and set about finding Lenn.

"What did that parasite want?", Lenn grumbled as he saw you approach.

"Nothing, just... A tour of Cal Hantur. I suppose he's in need of a vacation like the rest of us.", you lied smoothly.

Involving Lenn would only drag you deeper into a bureaucratic mess. If Krennic had it out for him then perhaps you could play the part and with time, get the Imperial off your friend's back. And on top of you instead-- you chased the drunken thought away with a snort. It was definitely time to call it a night.

"So you'll let him use you as arm candy for some credits?", Lenn snapped with vitriol.

You let the silence hang between you to give your friend time to hear himself. Clearly the drinks had been flowing for not just yourself. Your expression grew cold, then passive. The mask of calm returning.

"Lenn."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. He just gets under my skin. I don't want to see you in trouble.", he sighed, reaching out to touch your arm.

"I already am.", you smiled at your friend sadly.

"What do you mean?"

Kriff. You caught Krennic's eye over the other Senator's shoulder. His smile widened and he raised his glass at you before taking a long sip. You did the same to steady your nerves.

"Forget I said anything."

"Just... keep a close eye on him."

"As close as can be.", you said with a wink not directed at Lenn but someone else in the crowd. Someone far more useful to you now.

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maulsscream · 2 days ago

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SURVIVALISM | Chapter 01

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Krennic x f!Senator Chapter 01 - Chapter 02 - ...

2,103 words | G rated | No Warnings

Summary: The newly appointed Senator of Cal Hantur has a lot on her plate; Rebels stealing data from her resort, a traitorous predecessor, and a new membership to the Committee for Transportation of Construction Materials... And somehow, Director Krennic is now top of her list.

A/N: Look, I decided to write this fic in the middle of me buying, renovating, and moving house. So bear with me! This is also my first long fic (I'm a one-shot gal), and I haven't written in years. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the ride! The gown if you're interested in knowing.

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When your feet touched the platform of the landing dock a month ago, you hadn't realised it had been more than two decades since you'd last been on Coruscant. Now, you had a senate apartment far too vast for you alone. The sweeping view across the upper levels took your breath away every morning as you got ready for public appearances and a multitude of hearings. Your calendar had never been as full as when you'd taken this appointment.

The galactic capital had not yet started to grow on you. The climate of your home world, Cal Hantur, was far more tropical and hot. It made Coruscant feel chilly at best and glacial on the worst of days. Thankfully, the rain was a constant that both of the planets shared. If you closed your eyes, it felt just like home. As a child you had marvelled at how big and bustling the capital felt but since moving back it had made you feel caged and anxious.

You missed the expansive green views of The Hedge - the barrier separating your city from the mystical jungle - and the neon lights of the resort brushing against the shore, making the sea shimmer with bright colours in the night. You'd exchanged all this to protect it. To fix what had been spoiled by your predecessor's actions. With you, things would be different. Better. Transformed.

Letting your driver open the door for you, you stepped out onto the plaza and gave her instructions to come back in two hours. This would leave you enough time for the short hearing you'd been summoned to that day. You had plans to have dinner with friends at home that night and still needed time to get ready.

The memo had mentioned your old friend Senator Lenn Karon of Ganthel. He'd been elusive in the last few weeks, often called back to his home world to deal with the nearing elections. Today he was present to launch a claim against a certain Director Krennic. The memo stated that his agency had started rumours that could impact his political campaign on Ganthel. He was the favourite but the scales were starting to tip in the Pro-Imperial candidate's favours. You failed to see why the ISB and Military Intelligence would be interested in a residential planet with no export, but nevertheless you were ready to defend your friend if this proved to be true.

As you made your way inside the assembly room, you scanned the crowd for familiar faces and adjusted your overlarge gown coverup. The room felt cold despite the sunlight streaming in, as if the tension was palpable. People were huddled in groups - Imperials to one side and Senators to the other. You could have confused this divide for a school dance.

Your eyes landed on a man in a white uniform, a cape draped over his shoulders as he conversed with his group. He seemed at ease if the smirk on his face was anything to go by. His head turned as the door closed behind you with a soft hiss, and suddenly the temperature of the room made sense. It sent a shiver down your spine.

The blue of his eyes.

They were the exact colour of the Cal Hantur sea at sunrise, so blue they almost appeared to be made of ice. He had a piercing gaze, teetering on calculating. Your eyes locked for a second before you pulled away to find your friend.

"Is this him?", you whispered in lieu of greeting.

"Indeed..." Lenn grumbled, touching your arm affectionately. You swore you saw the stranger's face twitch at the gesture. Delightful.

Lenn was staring daggers at the other man. The expression of disgust was barely concealed. You'd heard enough of his speeches to know he shared Mon Mothma's distaste of the Empire and its proceeding, but this was now personal. Krennic was apparently making his life impossible on Ganthel and Coruscant too. There certainly was no love lost between them.

"Careful with this one, he'll spin a web so tight you'll forget his words are poison.", your friend added while Krennic excused himself from his group and made his way over.

As he closed the distance of the room, his eyes never left you. It felt like being under a microscope. The sensation was unpleasant but not new. You'd been made to feel this way by other men before... however, this had a dangerous edge to it. Like a game had started unbeknownst to you.

"Director." Lenn greeted with disinterest, looking around the room as if it would make Krennic disappear.

"Senator Karon, where are your manners? You've yet to introduce me to new company."

His voice was rough and low, more expressive than you'd expected it to be. The Imperial types you'd had dealt with on Cal Hantur were vastly different although this was often due to a copious amount of drinks and spice they had indulged in. They were mid to high ranking, clearly well enough to be able to afford a week off work at a luxury resort to burn a few thousand credits. And yet they didn't have the poise this man had. The utter control that oozed from him. The knowledge that he was the gravity pull of any room.

Krennic stood before the two of you now, hands clasped in front of him, posture impeccable. You could see the years of military service had left their marks on him. His immaculate white uniform was tailored within an inch, the leather of his gloves stretch just right across his hands. This wasn't just a sycophantic bureaucrate. This was real power.

"She's perfectly capable of introducing herself if she so wishes.", Lenn said cooly.

You cleared your throat as your mind raced to diffuse the situation at hand. A political incident on your first contact with Military Intelligence personnel was undoubtably bad for your reputation. And in turn, bad for your home planet.

"My apologies about my friend's poor behaviour, Director Krennic, these things tend to put him on edge. I represent Cal Hantur at the Senate.", you said, plastering your loveliest smile on your face.

Better to have him think you were the sycophant. Or a bright-eyed pup who knew nothing of politics yet. Men were so easily diffused by a charming face and honeyed words after all.

"Ah, excellent! I've heard much about your recent development in cooling engineering. Your home is a marvel."

"For its technology? Most people can't see past the resort and the casino lights.", you blinked, taken aback.

In the last couple of years, you had worked hard to polish the image of your planet around the mid rim and core worlds. Being seen as a den of debauchery and excess undermined your voice at the Senate. It felt good to have your efforts recognised by someone of importance, even if he was a dirty imp as Lenn would have said.

"Well...", he chuckled lowly, "There are many things about Cal Hantur that would pique my interest, Senator."

Was that flirting? You squashed the thought as soon as it appeared in your head. As charming as he was, Krennic had an air of arrogance that made you want to roll your eyes and perhaps stomp on his foot for good measure. Of course this man would be insufferable, you could tell as soon as he started speaking. But you could just as easily tell behind that smug veneer, something truly vicious lurked. Ready to strike.

"We're starting." Mon Mothma announced to your group as she passed you.

"A pleasure to meet you.", Krennic said while inclining his head, barely a whisper as if meant only for your ears.

"Likewise."

Next to you, Lenn stiffened.

"Snake." Your friend hissed under his breath towards Krennic's back.

"Your playing into his hand by being unpleasant. Don't give him ammunition for his smear campaign, dear."

"And you need to be less pleasant to him."

You didn't much care for his reprimanding tone but you could see how rattled Krennic's presence had made the other Senator. Being a neutral party was giving you a headache.

"He's done nothing to warrant my ire."

"Trust me, he will in time.", he said darkly.

Much to Lenn's annoyance and anguish, the audience yielded no result. They were caught in a standstill and if no other evidence could be brought to light, they would adjourn the meeting until further notice. Your friend had gotten worked up over naught as far as you could tell. The smear campaign was nothing more than fabricated lies from the other party, not the ISB. Anyone with an ounce of common sense could see that. The elections would go ahead as planned in four months. This would mean weeks of Lenn sweating and ripping his hair out, many late nights spent keeping you and his husband awake to rehearse speeches, and worst of all... Senatorial dinners.

The room emptied as you filed out one by one, assistants and aids chatting with their Senators and Governors. You adjusted your shawl and pushed your hair out of your vision. As you passed the door you heard a voice behind you, rumbling in your ear.

"May I have a word?"

You and Lenn pivoted to find Krennic at your heel. You could have sworn he had departed the room before the two of you. Even though he hadn't addressed anyone in particular, the way his eyes rested on you left no room for guessing who he meant. You hesitated for a moment. Making it home in time to get ready for dinner would be a tight squeeze but you certainly couldn't risk turning down Krennic's invitation if you were to make a good first impression. He licked his lips as he awaited your response.

"Of course. I'll see you later, Lenn?"

"You will.", Lenn said through gritted teeth, glaring at the Director.

The pair of you lingered in the corridor as the committee members departed. When at last you were alone save for a few aids, you gathered your courage and took a deep breath. You needed to smooth out the situation for your friend who was adamant about committing political suicide. The apology was ready on your lips.

"Director--"

"It's a shame about the last Cal Hantur senator, is it not? But I can see we're in much safer hands with you. You'll steer your planet towards control without further... incidents. I have many men under my supervision who delight in what Cal Hantur has to offer. It would be a shame to deprive yourself of their business." Krennic said while plucking at the cuff of his uniform.

You froze, uncertain. No one had ever so blatantly spoken about what had happened to your predecessor. Lenn's warning about Krennic echoed in your head. You studied Krennic's face for a beat, letting the silence draw out. His predatory smirk only served to raise the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. You were like prey caught in a snare.

"Do let me know if your rebel problem persists. One can never have too many allies within the ISB.", he continued, taking a step closer into your personal space.

You swallowed thickly, lifting your chin to look at him. Kriff.

You'd spent enough time looking at him to come to the conclusion that he was one of the most handsome man you'd seen on Coruscant so far. Perfect posture, elegant features, large shoulders. Unfortunately, that handsome face was attached to a ghastly individual. The mix of attraction and fear you were feeling was enough to cause your heart to lose its rhythm and beat loudly against your ribcage. From this close, you were sure he could hear it.

"Quite...", you answered quietly at last.

"I look forward to working with you, Senator."

The leather of his glove at your elbow was like a jolt of electricity through your system. It took everything out of you to not pull back but instead to smile conspiratorially. His touch lingered there for a beat before he chuckled and let his fingers trace down your arm. The imprint of his fingers felt seared into your skin.

Without another word, he strode away with purpose, cape billowing behind him. It was in that moment that you noticed the Death Troopers waiting at the door who then followed him outside, his acting guard. It was as if you were rooted to the floor. Who was this man to warrant a squad of this magnitude?

You didn't have time to process much more. Your datapad dinged, your driver was waiting outside.

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