for the empire

lee jinki | 28 | imperial navy | vice admiral kirrahe of the luminara | [icarus rp]

[icajinki-blog]

Greetings, Vice Admiral. Your target today is Choa Park, under suspicion of piracy, conspiracy against the Empire, multiple counts of murder, bounty hunting and robbery. Do you accept this task?

jinki’s always had some sort of underlying suspicion about her, but this, printed out in black and white in an assignment in front of him, told him everything that he needed to know. he wouldn’t say that he was disappointed per se, surprised, yes but his years have always taught him not to judge a book by its cover. 

many people out in space weren’t what they seemed to be, and he could see it in their eyes. some held an innocence to them that he’s seen in those soldiers fresh from training whereas the more experienced ones also showed it without their knowing. choa had fallen into the latter.

he gave the message another once over, and with a deep breath, accepted the assignment before closing his communicator.

[icajinki-blog]

➢ downtime overdue

these meetings unfortunately didn’t happen as often as jinki would have liked, but after the assignment he was given by the empire, he had to wonder if jin had received something similar if he happened to be on the same planet at the same time. it couldn’t be as much of a coincidence as he would have liked, or perhaps it was? it was almost saddening to predict that his friend would be around whenever re:gal was mentioned.

running around with his dress blues on would make him too easy a target for anyone who was not a fan of the empire (despite the fact that much of the credit was due to he empire’s help this time), so he walked around the marketplace donning his civilian clothes and blaster pistol hidden underneath his loose layers. he took a seat at the nice looking cantina and sent a message to the other to notify where he was waiting, and ordered himself a drink to occupy himself in the meantime.

[ @icajin ]

[icajinki-blog]

➢ thorn in my side

[icagyu-blog]

the morning guards had switched shifts with pounding headaches. no matter what they threatened, they couldn’t get the half-zelosian to shut the fuck up. sunggyu slams a metal cup against the cell floor and leans back against the cell wall, all while a triumphant look shines on his face. “good afternoon to you too, asshole,” he says. “what do you expect? i’m bored out of my skull and you people won’t even give me a magazine.”

he’s not easily intimidated by medals and rankings. if he were, then he would’t have the audacity to smirk while wearing an orange jumpsuit. sunggyu raises an eyebrow in the direction of the cell door, where trickles of the outside racket filters through. “aren’t you mister popular?” he says, “those aliens out there sound like they really love you.”

his attitude doesn’t come from arrogance – oh no, he’ll be the first to admit that most of the other inmates trample him like a leaf. sunggyu’s attitude comes from a need to be defiant, just like a child always testing limits in front of the babysitter. he stands on the very edge of the line, then pokes one toe out to watch everyone’s reaction. while he can’t knock someone down in a fist fight, he can track that opponent across the galaxy and haul them to prison. as much as he downplays his assets, intelligence and speed are a great combination for him. but despite being a hassle, his records show he’s never turned that defiant nature against the empire. in fact, his criminal records are tame compared to others; no murders or assassinations, no permanent injury to others, no major destruction to empire property, no hijacking of ships, and never physically resisted when being detained. 

verbal resistance is another story (some guards even chat about how it would be nicer to be throat-punched by an inmate than listen to the bounty hunter’s attitude).

sunggyu stays strictly within the lines of hunting and retrieving for the empire, but occasionally offers service to a private client if they offer enough credits. he always keeps two eyes on the prize, two hands on his guns, and a wallet open for business.

“i’d like to file a complaint on the grounds of cruel and unusual punishment, by the way,” he says. “your guards stream re:gal performances right outside my cell so that i can hear them, but not watch them.”

[icajinki-blog]

jinki tried his best not to show the irritation that came from sunggyu’s words. no, it’ll be a repeat of last time if he said something, he couldn’t submit to the temptation to stoop down to his level. it was too easy to make a remark back and disregard his professionalism, but jinki was going to be the better person. instead, he sighed, and adjusted his grip on the tray.

right, there wasn’t anything the other was saying that he didn’t know about. these prisoners were either submissive or defiant and that was all there was to it. submissive ones were guilty for what they did or either followed rules enough to give them a lighter sentence. those defiant ones either felt discriminated against or were confident enough that they’d get out of this and lack the reflection from being incarcerated. there was no guess to which and why the alien fit in.

however, he did say something that made his face twitch. “re:gal performances you say…” jinki tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible with this piece of information. music was okay as long as it wasn’t on distracting levels, but watching performances was another thing entirely if that meant activity flying right over their heads. “your complaint has been noted. but as i think back on my notes, i’ve also heard complaints about you.”

the tray was placed down near the meal slot, but wasn’t pushed through yet. he wanted some answers first. “just what were you thinking when you started a food fight in the cafeteria?”

[icajinki-blog]

@icaqian

continued from [answer]

“i would refute the nose hair claim, but since i’ve been in the facility… they just might have counted,” qian says with a slight frown. however, hairs fell and new ones grew, they information would clearly be outdated. although, she wasn’t particularly worried anyway. what she knew was what the extent of what they knew–which unfortunately (or fortunately?), wasn’t much. their footsteps echoed as they continued down the museum hall, voices hushed slightly despite its deserted state. “do they keep tabs on loyal people like you, too?”

“they do,” jinki replied back without hesitation. “if not, more. since i work for them, they know all my assignments, where i should be, when i should get it done by...” the empire had more control over the people who worked under them and could punish them however they saw fit. jinki had never shown that level of insubordination, so he’s only ever heard it through word of mouth and occasionally when he’s skimmed through someone’s records. “but i’m not on duty now. if you saw me wearing a uniform, i would strictly be talking to you under empire business.”

[icajinki-blog]

➢ fractured bonds

it was the look on his face, the color of his hair… this sense that was telling jinki there was something significant about this individual. the passing years had made him trust his instincts more when it came to matters of the empire, but matters of personal gain didn’t have the same liberty. he’d lost too much after building up something he was proud of, but shortsightedness cracked the foundation it was standing on and let it crumble beneath its own pressure.

something was telling him that sturdy blocks were close by, that he might be able to give himself a chance to start again.

the brief eye contact said it all, made the blood rush to his head so that the only thing he could hear and feel against his rib cage was the beating of his own heart. this was seungki. it had to be seungki. there was no other way why else would he be reacting like this? why else would the other look so surprised?

two years wasn’t enough to forget faces, not when he had a picture of their family next to his private terminal and another when both he and seungki were older on the opposite side of it. people couldn’t forget faces that easily, they couldn’t, but the tiny pin of doubt lodged itself in his thoughts anyway for the possibility that this might not be him.

he couldn’t just let him go like this without trying.

it would catch too much attention with the way his heart wanted to approach him, so he went with his brain instead. as the other turned away presumably to avoid his watchful eyes, jinki pursued him at a distance to study his movements. he had to wait for a good time to call his name, one that wasn’t so crowded with people, and preferably one where they were able to talk privately. if seungki wasn’t going to give him that opportunity soon, then jinki would find a way.

[ @icabaekhyun ]

[icajinki-blog]

➢ thorn in my side

“i’ll deal with him,” he told his informants with a sigh, standing up from his office chair after he had finished work on his terminal. he straightened his clothes and nodded to the subordinates to be escorted to the holding cells, and while in transit, asked them to give him a briefing of the situation.

sunggyu was turning out to be more of a pain than jinki bargained for as he sighed again, trying hard not to roll his eyes while listening to the latest news about his prisoner. a food right? really? he knew what the alien was capable of as far as his records go with an impressive list and the personal effects he came with, but this should be a reminder to him that anything could happen from incarcerating a bounty hunter with a childish attitude.

if jinki told the truth to anyone, his attitude was the reason he was in there in the first place.

the guards handed over a tray of food upon jinki’s request and left to his own devices when he entered the room. a lot of commotion went on when the other prisoners spotted a military official, looking at him either with disdain or intimidation, but jinki was able to brush their comments off as white noise.

what he couldn’t cancel out though was the ruckus being made in the intended cell of his visit, watching the green-skinned alien entertaining himself with its contents. “what in blazes are you doing?”

[ @icagyu ]

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