more sorrow than anger

Star Wars RP Clone Wars + Empire Era RC1788 "Jatne" // Deserter "Jaro"

[jediunprepared-blog]

Nonmaleficence: 

non-harming or inflicting the least harm possible to reach a beneficial outcome.

[dogoftherepublic]

CAT facts: Clone Jatne: I actually earned my name 'best', the original was just really adorable as a baby.

CAT facts: Mando Jatne: ... [shrugface]

MI-REEL-GO ; fucking alien: AND YET WHO WAS FORCED TO CHANGE NAMES

MI-REEL-GO ; fucking alien: Yain: Not the one who deserved it.

CAT facts: FINE I WILL REWRITE LIKE EIGHT YEARS OF STUFF SO MANDO JATNE HAS TO CHANGE HIS NAME

CAT facts: THIS IS A GREAT IDEA BUT IT IS VERY DAUNTING

MI-REEL-GO ; fucking alien: NO CAT DON'T BOTHER

MI-REEL-GO ; fucking alien: THIS WORLD IS CRUEL AND UNFAIR ANYWAY

CAT facts: EXACTLY WHAT A SEPARATIST WOULD SAY

[dogoftherepublic]

{{ 4/7 @deluxemodel asked:  ♫ [meme]

five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

i.

Boss tosses the sand bag not to Jatne, but at him.

“Hurry up,” Boss snapped.

Jatne threw down the bag and glared back at the other commando. The suns set quickly on this planet, and with nightfall would come the rain. The rest of Delta and Meshkad squads were busy doing the same thing, stacking sand bags, but somehow Jatne had taken up a position next to the one commando out of all of them he couldn’t stand.

“You hurry up,” Jatne mumbled in reply.

ii.

The sun was unbearably hot. Boss stood silhouetted against the bright horizon, his helmet off. Canteen empty.

Jatne squinted at him from his seated position under some foliage. “Hey. Boss.” His hand reached out, holding his own full canteen.

“Vor’e.” Boss took a gulp, but not too much.

“Have a seat?”

iii.

Delta Squad filed out of General Zey’s office. Boss was last. Jatne looked up from his datapad and got to his feet. “Sarge?”

The other commando looked like he had been wrung out and left in the cold. He regarded the sniper with a fixed glare. “Yeah, what do you want?”

The rest of the squad paused only momentarily before continuing down the hallway. Jatne looked from them back to the orange-clad squad leader. He took Boss’s wrist and moved his hand palm-up, then he set a datachip in his hand. “A little late, but I think General Zey will want this. It’s that piece of audio you recorded on Geonosis. Gev and I found something the General may find interesting. All yours to hand over.”

Boss looked down at the chip, and he smiled. “Thanks.”

iv.

The music was loud, but Jaro was louder, shouting above the crowd: “I hate this place!”

“I know, I know!” Boss yelled in return. A Theelin danced in between them and they had to rejoin on the other side. “We just need to meet up with--”

A bright purple drink spilled onto Jaro and his pout could have started a charity fund.

“C’mon.” Boss grabbed Jaro by the elbow. “Let’s get you to the ‘fresher.”

v.

They sat on the floor and unwrapped their delivered dinners. Jaro peered into the paper bag and started laughing.

“What?” asked Boss.

“There are, like, ten pickles in here.”

Boss snatched up the bag and looked himself. He smirked. “Oops.”

vi.

It was when Boss held open the door for Jaro that he had to take pause. He waited just inside for Boss to stand beside him, then he leaned over.

“This is a date, isn’t it?”

“What? No.”

Jaro grinned. The restaurant had actual wait staff that wore uniforms. There was live music. The lights were dim and cozy, and the tables were adorned with linens.

“Boss.”

The other clone smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Leaning over, Jaro placed a kiss on his cheek. “How romantic of you.”

[dogoftherepublic]

// [cracks knuckles] 24 drabbles down, 18 to go. ALL FOR BOSS

[dogoftherepublic]

Sev: patpat “I’ll teach you how to swear………in bed.”

Jatne: [imagines the two of them in a bed wearing jammies and saying bad words] ok!

[tapcaftogo]

A pause in the doorway, the entrance opening easily on his approach — not even needing to key in the code anymore. Probably a sign he’d come around too often, but it hardly mattered. After all: he brought food. 

“Delivery,” he said with a shrug, hefting the box held in both hands. “Breakfast, courtesy of one short and angry Boss is so fond of.”

[dogoftherepublic]

The box was taken with gentle care and set on the counter top. A small smile, even though Jaro wasn’t exactly sure who Mereel was referring to. On Mandalore that could have been several people. “Thank you. Do you accept caf for your delivery fee?”

[dogoftherepublic]

@tapcaftogo

Jaro paused with the mug of caf half lifted to his lips. “Oh,” he said dumbly. That wasn’t Boss. But he was in Boss’s house. “Hey... Mereel?”

[dogoftherepublic]

{{ 3/7 @deluxemodel asked: ❤   [meme]

five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it

“That’s my EMP grenade.”

Jatne made no indication to let the round grenade go as Boss’s hand closed around it. Only after a second did Jatne let the Delta take it.

“Did they not teach your batch how to say please?” Jatne grumbled.

--

It was very late when Jatne returned from patrol, and all he wanted was to kit down and get some shut-eye. First the bucket, placed gently on the ground. Then his deece, and his belt. Next came his pack, which got tangled on something, and suddenly became impossible to remove--

Hands lifted the pack up and Jatne slipped his arms out of the straps. When he turned, he didn’t expect to see the orange-clad commando standing there.

“Thanks, I--owe you one.”

--

“Where’ve you been?” Oni asked. Morj made a play in their sabacc game, then lifted his gaze to the squad sniper.

“Scrubbing detail. Di’kutla Delta.” Jatne threw himself onto his bunk and mumbled further expletives into his pillow.

--

“What’s your problem with Delta-38, anyway, Jat’ika?”

It was best to be careful what was said around Gev, as the man couldn’t keep any gossip to himself. So Jatne shrugged. “Wrong place, wrong time. We rubbed each other the wrong way.”

Gev snorted.

“Shut up, Gev.”

--

Jaro sat on his hands on the worn, old sofa in Boss’s house. He felt very small, showing up in the middle of the night and asking to stay. But his head wasn’t clear yet.

“Need anything?” Boss asked.

“I--don’t think so.” Jaro’s lips pressed together. He shifted in his seat. The silence could have crushed him. “Thank you.”

--

Breathless, the sweat that coated his skin turned instantly cold when meeting with the air in the room. Jaro collapsed onto his pillow, tried to catch his breath as he turned his head and looked at Boss.

“Mm?” Boss asked, as if sensing the words burgeoning on the tip of Jaro’s tongue.

“I love you.”

[dogoftherepublic]

{{ 2/7 @deluxemodel asked: ▲  [meme]

five times my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did

“You haven’t kissed anybody in your whole life, have you?”

Because of course Jatne would ask.

Jaro scratched the back of his head. “Well, no.”

“Ever, y’know, thought about it?”

A cold night and a long walk without a jacket. The friendly hand on his shoulder, the man who dropped everything to help him-- “Maybe.”

--

“Remember that time when we got scrubbing detail for fighting?” Jaro asked.

Boss’s lips curled into a rare smile. He chuckled at the memory and his eyes squinted shut as he broke into full-on laughter. Jaro watched the curve of Boss’s mouth, the wrinkles on the sides of his face. He blinked.

“Yeah, I remember that, you di’kut.”

--

Jaro took over the speeder controls just after midnight. A few more hours of driving and they could rest for the night. Boss curled up in the passenger seat and laid his head against the back of the chair. Soon, the slow and controlled breaths of sleep took him. He looked peaceful, relaxed, even, as the tension in his brow vanished into smooth skin. Jaro looked back at the viewscreen and folded in his lips. Kept on driving.

--

“They’ll forgive you.”

“But I left--”

“Stop. They’re your brothers. It’ll be okay, Jar’ika.”

Boss reached out and cupped the side of Jaro’s face with his hand. Jaro lifted his gaze from the floor, still not convinced, but more than before. Their eyes locked. Boss’s brow furrowed in earnest concern. More reassuring than ever was his touch. Jaro sucked in a breath. “You’re right.”

--

The first warm night of the season, and they started a bonfire out back. Two cold ales and a couple of chairs. They didn’t need to share words, only the warmth from the fire, and the stars above. Jaro looked over at Boss after a while and caught a pensive look angled up at the sky. Even in the dark, he sensed a sadness in his brother, a longing. Jaro swallowed the lump in his throat and stared instead into the fire.

--

“This time, it’s an indoor pool.” Boss threw both of the lifesavers into the water and nodded to Jaro. “And I’m here. It only goes to six feet deep, anyway, and there are no fish or creatures. As far as I know.”

Jaro nodded. During Boss’s explanation, he had already gone down the steps and stood in the water up to his waist. He turned and looked back at Boss and gave two thumbs up.

Instead of using the steps, Boss moved to the deeper end of the pool and jumped in. Jaro ventured a little further, meeting Boss in the middle of the pool. The water was surprisingly warm. Blue and green lights around the edges made the water dance with color, shimmering and reflecting off of their faces.

Between them, one of the lifesavers floated in. Jaro shoved it out of the way and jumped at Boss, throwing both of his arms around the other clone’s shoulders. He clung.

“This doesn’t count as swimming,” Boss murmured, running a wet hand over Jaro’s hair. In response, Jaro pressed his lips to Boss’s. The other man rested his arms at Jaro’s waist and held their bodies tightly together.

Jaro parted from him, his mouth hovering near Boss still. “Vor’e.” And he kissed him again.

[dogoftherepublic]

{{ 1/7 @deluxemodel asked:  ✿ [meme]

five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did

The larty leveled out and the pit of Jatne’s stomach returned to normal. He took a breath, turned to look at Gev, who simply shook his head. The mission exhausted them--the disappointment even more so.

It was a clear shot.

Jatne opened a channel to Delta-38. Delta could get a good laugh out of this, with the hit to Jatne’s stats, and all. No, better not.

--

Click. Jatne snapped a still holo of the shop sign. Sev’s Onestop. He grinned to himself, thought about sending it over to Delta Squad, but talked himself down in the same second.

“Aw, c’mon. If you don’t, I will,” said Oni.

“Okay. You do it, then.”

--

They said Delta made it off Imperial City, and Jatne wondered if they would also turn up at this Kyrimorut place. Jatne tossed his com back and forth between his hands, debating. A quick message to Boss, to check in... No, ought to wait.

--

The bed in Am’buir’s basement is more comfortable than anything Jaro had ever slept on, and yet there he was, staring at the ceiling. When they first met up again on Mandalore, Boss had told him he could contact him any time. He needed someone to talk to, someone who knew--

He tossed himself onto his side, pulled one of the pillows over his head.

--

His brother, and keeper, was leaning all of his weight on the bar as he talked with a Twi’lek who, surprisingly, seemed interested. She was taller than Jatne--but who wasn’t taller than the Meshkad--and their one-on-one conversation left Jaro to sit by himself at the bar. The bartender seemed to know where he came from and slid another ale his way with a wink. “On the house.”

Grinning, Jaro thanked the bartender, then went for his com.

Boss, are you free? I think I might need a ride home, vod...

[dogoftherepublic]

Me just now: NEW DRABBLE PROMPTS YAY

Me: [opens inbox to find a bunch of old requests from over a month ago I haven’t gotten to] oh...

[stutterisms]

send me a symbol for...

[rpmememaker]

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

★  five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.

❤  five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

▼  five times my muse has caught yours getting off, and the one time they help out.

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

☪  five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

☢  five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.

[deluxemodel-archived]

“You say that it’s a joke but I have a feeling it’s not.” Boss smirked as the act dropped. Nice for both of them to be loosening up.

Well, it was nice.

“How about a triple?” He leaned over to grab the bottle, refilling both glasses as he said he would with the amount he deemed proper, not Jaro. No offense meant to the other man, of course.

“On the house, even.”

[dogoftherepublic]

“It is a joke, don’t worry. Can’t be hurling my guts out when we get there.” Jaro watched as Boss poured the amber liquid. Truth be told, he had never really had much to drink. He’d watched Jatne drink and gotten an observational experience with alcohol, but beyond a pint of ale and the occasional tihaar, Jaro didn’t know much.

Lifting his glass in a silent toast, Jaro drank--a big gulp, and he managed to swallow without coughing too badly. He made a wince and then nodded, as if giving his approval to the burning sensation.

Already, he was feeling lighter and a bit dizzy, as if he was floating. Kind of like when a larty took a dive, feeling both weightless and at the mercy of gravity all at once. Jaro snorted to himself. That didn’t make any sense. Then he giggled. His hand covered his mouth--what an odd way to laugh--but the giggles wouldn’t stop.

“I just thought of something stupid, now I can’t stop laughing.”

And he still had a lot of tihaar to go.

[captaina31-blog]

En Route to Triple Zero, 403 Days After the Battle of Geonosis

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

Kaden’s voice was thin. The Jedi would not look at the wound as Harsh carefully peeled back the fabric of his robe. The wound started at the top of his shoulder and went across the top of his chest just past the collarbone in an arc. The burn was deep.

“I can tell by the look on your face.” Kaden sucked in air between his teeth as Harsh jabbed him with the painkiller.

“You always said you wanted a battle scar.”

The Jedi’s eyes fluttered shut, his body tensed as Harsh applied the first bacta pad. He heard the Jedi swear, and he smirked.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Harsh assured him.

“Force-damned Umbaran.” Kaden dared to look over at Harsh and regretted it, looking immediately to the other side of the small medbay where a clone commando rested. The medical droid was tending to him.

“Very un-Jedi like, sir.” Harsh finished placing the bacta pads and stood up straight, also drawing his attention to the unconscious clone.

“He’s not okay,” Kaden said quietly. He adjusted himself in the chair, wanting to place a hand on top of the wound, but Harsh slapped him away with a don’t touch.

The commando’s vitals seemed to be reading stable. RC-1788 had taken a blaster bolt shot to the side of his head, and his leg was broken. The blaster wound was only a few hours old, but the leg would have to go–in Harsh’s professional opinion. But the commando called Jatne would live.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kaden shook his head. He had that look on his face like he was watching a horrible accident that no one else could see. “He just isn’t.”

[controlledrage-blog1]

“Oh no. I just want to have the scenario recreated, not this one-off deal.”

[dogoftherepublic]

“Right. And will there be any ‘360 No Scopes’ allowed, Mr. Perfect?”

[controlledrage-blog1]

“Who’s up for a sniper challenge?”

[dogoftherepublic]

“This guy.”

[controlledrage-blog1]

“Damn straight you are. Though, just don’t consider this our rematch.”

[dogoftherepublic]

"Why? Afraid I'll beat you?"

[controlledrage-blog1]

“Who’s up for a sniper challenge?”

[dogoftherepublic]

"This guy."