#bri'ataa

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Bri’ataa

Problem

Sedated

Sleazy

Liability

Insomnia

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I dunno who you wanna do 'em for, but your pick for one or all (3 the same ship or 3 different ones): ♡ 💙💚

I’m going to do a jumbled, clustered mash of nonsense because I don’t know what I’m doing B^)

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

Openly? Fliis. Big time…she wants to shower her love in affection. Arranging date night, stopping on any and every planet for flower seeds to make Atrax grow custom boquets, flying Mactans out to see nebulae and stars and gushing about how they’re almost as beautiful as Mactans is. Hopeless romantic. Sweetest baby.

The secret romantic of everyone? It’s actually…Malgus. This boy could draw Eleena’s face from memory in his war journal? That is SCREAMING pining secret romantic. He may be a little…dense…but I’d imagine he’s got quite the portfolio of secret works.

💙: who is more protective?

Mactans is the most protective of everyone. If anyone so much as looks at Fliis nastyways and Mactans hears about it? Done. Fliis can 10,000% handle herself, but is she about to tell that to the 2.1m tall Twi’lek with a Trandoshan in a headlock? Nah.

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

Bri’ataa gets sick the most. They are less than kind on their liver, and other various organs. Coupled with world-hopping the most and being exposed to more pathogens than anyone else in the crew? Not that you can get them to admit they’re sick…

Which is fortunate because Atrax has a deep knowledge of natural remedies and gardening. He know just when to offer the immune supporting teas, grown in house, and is the only being in the friggin universe that can get Bri’ to take actual care of themselves.

Thanks for the ask!!

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“I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

Hunching low over their drink, Bri'ataa nursed their third past one too many. Tonight would be another night they couldn’t remember, and that was the way they liked it. All the gear was stashed away, and they had walked in the bar with just enough credits to get the job done.

Well, one of the jobs. Boss’d be expecting them back soon. The target was still alive, for now. Bri'ataa had built a reputation of being thorough, which bought them exactly enough time to try to drink everything away.

“I don’t see how you ain’t dead, let alone upright,” the barkeep mused. He wasn’t so much concerned about Bri'ataa’s wellbeing as to bored, most likely. Bri'ataa had seen many like him before, and would see many like him afterward. Just another face they would never be able to place. No…the only faces they remembered were the ones they were paid to.

“I’m a big boy,” they mewed. It was a lie at the time, but Bri'ataa almost never drank while wearing their ear cones. Attracted unnecessary distractions from their drinking. “I saved up and got myself a pretty little Zeltronian liver or three.”

Another lie, just as easy. They winked and blew the ‘keep a kiss.

Spilling their credits on the bar, Bri'ataa turned to leave into another empty night. Except tonight their drunken waltz was interrupted…they had forgotten the flooring in the local establishments kept patrons lowered under the watchful eyes of the workers. Their ankle twisted, then snapped loudly as the floor rushed to meet their face.

Rolling over, their bloodied smile greeted the 'keep.

“Stang, are you alright?” he asked Bri'ataa.

The final lie of the night:

“I’m a big boy, nothing can hurt me.”

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Raise your glass! The Crew has a drink.

Atrax: caf with cream and sugar, water, or light beers.

Mactans: STRONG. BLACK. CAF. Not a fan of alcohol. Water to not die but mostly caf.

Fliis: Space frappes. Rainbow colors with sprinkles. Also a fan of teas. Water is boring.

Bri'ataa: Caf tabs for long stakeouts. Otherwise just water, or space Malibu Barbies. No in between. Their alcohol is the variety that tastes like candy and has six levels of fuck you up.

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The Crew goes clothes shopping

Atrax: No. He custom makes basically everything ever. Not a fan of crowds, strangers, or unfamiliar places.

Mactans: Scowls the entire time. Hates shopping, but doesn't have the skills necessary to make the things she wears. (Her entire wardrobe is weaponized clothing. The whole thing. She is never...EVER without a weapon)

Fliis: Not only will she shop till she drops, it's a week/weeks long experience. Has to try on everything. Great fashion sense, and dresses up for herself even if most of her wardrobe stays at the base.

Bri'ataa: Doesn't mind shopping. They have to pretty often to blend in with the crowd of a new planet. Being a sniper means making sure they Don't *look* like a sniper.