Survivor

The air is free - I do whatever I want - Never coming home. --- Sideblog to Kuatiisms --- Star Wars OC for Ex. Imperial Loyalty Officer Merrick Ma'tabi. Tracks productofchange and v. subrosa

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Merrick’s past wasn’t something he was fond of. Least of all now, when it threatened the lives of people he had come to think of as friends. He sighed, pulling his lips into a thin line.

“We’re probably dead anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter. But on the off chance we come out of this, it doesn’t make it back to the crew. I told you upfront that I was ex-imperial. What I... left out was that I was a loyalty officer for ten years, and a sanctioned hitman for two. I’ve served on key flagships and destroyers, I know secrets that I absolutely shouldn’t that I came across during... interrogations. I’ve killed dozens of rebel moles and sympathizers, as well as some top level corrupt officers. I went AWOL, faked my death after a career soaked in more blood than you could imagine, Sam, and more than I will ever speak about. They kill me, they kill anyone they think knows about all this, and all this goes away. It’s like none of it happened. I am a loose end. If we get out of here, do not ask me about this again.”

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merrick;

            “we’re never getting out of here, are we?” he’s not sure whose fault it is that they’ve wound up in this cell (or if there’s even anything to blame outside of their own carelessness). it’s an imperial run space station—of any ship’s crew, the subrosa’s should be one of the most adept at handling imperial protocol all things considered—and they should have probably been more cautious. the empire doesn’t hold as much clout this far out in the rim, but word travels fast and sam can only guess that someone they’d wronged along the way had caught sight of him and merrick on their way to a deal and tipped off the stationed stormtroopers. 

            sam glances back at merrick over his shoulder, arms slung through the cell’s bars like they’ll give way if he holds on tightly enough. “what’d they say, transport’ll be here tomorrow morning for us?”

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This was something he hoped to avoid. Merrick knew a run-in with the imperials was inevitable, but he didn’t expect it so soon. And certainly, he didn’t expect it to be within the first few months of joining The Subrosa. He sat staring ahead blankly. Any smiles, and jokes, and proactivity was gone. As was most of his hope of getting out of here alive. He felt almost physically sick. He was barely into his 30s, he had met some great people, he wasn’t quite ready to die yet.

He licked his dry lips, and nodded. “Yeah. Just after dawn.” Merrick rubbed at his eyes, trying to focus. “It’s better for both of us if they don’t know who I am. If they find out, we’re both dead. I imagine they’ll hunt the rest of the crew too.”

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“... Kosh, get your things. We’re buying a couch before Sam changes his mind. Meet me on the ramp in 2.”

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@lonegimbal said -

“THIS DOESN’T EVEN GO WITH THE SHIP!!”

No you’re right - it doesn’t. The couch actually looks nice. I’ll keep looking

“look, if we get something nice someone’s gonna think we’ve got more money than we do. there’s a perfectly good couch next to the dumpster, grab that one.”

“Who is going to see the couch? Who are you worried about impressing with the couch? How often do you host clients in the stateroom that they’d have to walk by this couch? Why are you so against buying this couch?”

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@lonegimbal said -

“THIS DOESN’T EVEN GO WITH THE SHIP!!”

No you’re right - it doesn’t. The couch actually looks nice. I’ll keep looking

“look, if we get something nice someone’s gonna think we’ve got more money than we do. there’s a perfectly good couch next to the dumpster, grab that one.”

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“Who is going to see the couch? Who are you worried about impressing with the couch? How often do you host clients in the stateroom that they’d have to walk by this couch? Why are you so against buying this couch?”

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@lonegimbal said -

"THIS DOESN'T EVEN GO WITH THE SHIP!!"

No you’re right - it doesn’t. The couch actually looks nice. I’ll keep looking

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@lonegimbal @pilotcorellian

                     Wow. What a nice couch.

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The smile was certainly welcome. Even the small smile it was, her face lit up. His smile widened for a moment before he stood. His hand came up to his chin to rub at his facial hair, but he flinched slightly.

Kriffing burns.

“I’ll try to be more careful next time the wiring needs to be fixed. Hopefully everything I fixed up holds until we get to port next, but it should be good until then.” He paused, looking at her for a moment. She was incredibly beautiful. Unfortunate that they were working together, but if she’s as as interesting as she is attractive~

“So, I guess we’re going to be seeing a lot of one another, huh? Hopefully not because I’ve managed to injure myself again, of course, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for the next little while.“

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merrick;

           “did you do this on purpose?!”

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“No Sam, I snapped the man’s arm by accident. He was getting a little handsy with Kosh, I’d prefer to leave before he calls the port authorities.”

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“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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merrick;

Merrick stared at Sam from under his eyebrows. He had sat at one of the tables alone, intent taking a quick break from monitoring the scanners to get some food. And of course, now was when he came up to talk to him. He paused his meal, just short of glaring at  his captain. Merrick stood, drawing up to his full height, and took a step forward.

Merrick clapped a hand on the shorter man’s shoulder and laughed, a good natured melodic sound. “C’mon Cap. I would only be doing half my job if you didn’t think I was scary. You haven’t seen anything yet though. You should really sit in with me if we ever need to ask someone a few questions.”

            “wha— what?” sam’s all for threats of all flavours: thinly veiled, openly hostile, tempered and nuanced, or outright roaring. but this, this is something else, like there’s a buried method to it all that sam’s not sure he wants to know about. there’s an ephemeral bubble surrounding his own sanity that he’s not sure he’s ready to pop quite yet. which, really, is exactly the reason he pays merrick for it. maybe. not yet, not for that, if that is what he thinks it is.

            he eyes merrick, a twist to his lips like he’s not sure he’s okay with the answer. “look. we don’t ‘ask questions’ on this ship. we do that off the ship, where we don’t have to deal with the mess. all right?”

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“No, of course not.” Merrick could tell his new boss was a little unnerved, which was good. Losing his smile, Merrick neglected to step back, staying in the much smaller man’s space.

“Listen Sam.” All feigned friendliness, all easygoing mannerisms vanished. “When I signed onto this, I gave you my resume. My full resume. I expect you appreciate the confidentiality that information requires. As far as the rest of the crew is concerned, my duties are limited to communications and monitoring the scanners.” He paused, letting a silence hang between them for a moment. “My loyalties will remain with you, so long as you show me I can trust you. I hope we have an understanding.”

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Time: 3:15 AM

“It’s a little late to justify being awake. Everything alright?”

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MERRICK.

“Smuggler by trade, I can respect that.” Wedge seemed dour. Maybe it was him, maybe it was the day, but for whatever reason he wasn’t getting good vibes. His body language was closed, uncomfortable, suspicious? Well, Merrick was a new face, he supposed it was justified, but he still didn’t enjoy being sized up. His position as a loyalty officer for such a long time came with built in respect. Not respect - terror. No one was in a position to size him up. But, those days were gone. The days of professional  smuggling were upon him.

“Listen. Truthfully, this is my first time on a smuggler’s ship. I’ve got the right skills for the job, but I’ve never applied them in this particular field of work. I’ll be fine on the job, but adapting to the new social climate may take a few days.” This certainly wasn’t a cry for help, or a call for attention, merely a disclaimer. This is the first time he had the personal freedom to really talk and joke since the academy - he’d use it.

For better or worse, apparently.

          A huff of a laugh followed.      ❝  That’s the first time I’ve heard something like that.  ❞      Self-imposed SCOUNDREL    &&    he knew it.    Proud to be ?    Not so much.    Beats joining either side of the fracture in the galaxy,    that was for sure.

          With an eyebrow raised,    he gave Merrick an amused shrug.      ❝  I’m not concerned with your abilities.  ❞      Nor did he care about whatever social climate there was hanging around this ship or the profession.      ❝  No need to tell me about how you’re fitting in either.    Smugglers tend to be rough.    Not everyone aboard this ship is like that.  ❞      &&    Wedge didn’t see himself as being rough.

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Nothing seemed to connect; humour, empathy. Being rough wasn’t exactly his style in this context, and if he tried to illicit a more positive response by being rough, Wedge woudl probably just think he was pandering or putting on a show. Unfortunate.

“Right. Speaking of the ship, you probably know her best - other than the captain, yeah? Tell me about it, how likely are we to get away if we step on some toes?”