#captaintwosix

[nullclass]

"Ordo. You feel like taking a walk?"

"Depends. A walk as in a walk, or a walk as in a talk?”

[rylothragamuffin-blog]

‘Talk to me’

Send me ‘Talk to me’ and I will randomly generate a number from 1-30 of what my muse will say to yours

              >> 17. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t care.”

    --Frustration laced the words at Numa spouted them at the ARC captain. As much as she wanted to be like them, she would never understand how cold they could sometimes be. Though the rational part of her brain told her that they had to be like that to survive, to retain some semblance of sanity after all they have been put through and continued to be a part of. However, tonight, she couldn’t handle it.

     Maze had found her after a nightmare, holding Waxer’s helmet. She knew he had, in his own way, been trying to comfort her. The old lecture of ‘men fall in battle and we must carry on’ just wasn’t cutting it tonight. She looked up at the trooper, tears slipping unbidden from her eyes. Her breath was coming in uneven shudders from her quiet sobbing. Tonight, Numa was all raw nerves and unconcealed feelings.

     “Look me in the eyes and tell me.” Numa prompted him again, as if seeing the sam raw emotions in his eyes would comfort her.

[pragmaticjedi-blog]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

“Totally uncalled for.”

Zey had heard the scuffle in the hallway, but only caught Ordo booking it in the opposite direction, and Maze reeling backward. The thought crossed his mind to physically stop the Null, but if Maze had been unsuccessful…

Better to stay out of it.

Maze wouldn’t look at him, at first, and when Zey caught the splattering of blood on his chest plate, the Jedi was immediately at his side. “Hold still,” he said, lifting Maze’s head so he could get a better look. His face was red, nose bloodied. Ouch.

Zey used the end of his sleeve to wipe the blood from Maze’s face. Maze quickly pulled away and started down the hall. “Going to the ‘fresher,” he said.

Mostly, it had been Maze’s pride that was hurt.

[captaina31-blog]

@captaintwosix

Harsh sat across from his brother, staring down into the bowl of sludge that the mess hall deemed as food.

“How’s the corner office, vod?” he asked with venom in his voice.

[pragmaticjedi-blog]

❝ You lied to me? ❞

“No, technically, I withheld the truth.”

The excuse made sense in his head, but sounded awful out in the open. Zey looked at Maze and then he lifted his hands, dropping them almost instantly.

“I’m sorry. I did not want you to know about what happened to Tavo.”

[nullclass]

// I was actually trying to remember what “scratched and flattened knuckles worn from use and stained from last night’s dance” reminded me of. It’s the episode of Battlestar Galactica where they hold a series of boxing matches to get tensions and frustrations out, and it’s referred to as a “dance” a couple of times throughout the episode.

[generalgraceless]

❝ I need an ambulance /right now/. ❞

Fierfek. Shit, shit, shit.

Etain didn’t bother to answer the rather obvious statement. Instead she fumbled for her comlink, keying in thecode that would override local emergency channels to summon immediate medical assistance.

That done, she shed her cloak and dropped to her knees, wishing not for the first time that she had ever shown enough talent in the Temple to be allowed more than the most rudimentary introduction to Force healing. 

Maze already had pressure on the injury, but his face went even paler when she placed her hands on him, blood smearing across her gloved fingertips as they began to glow slightly in her own perception of the Force.

“You’re going to be fine.” She had no idea if it was true.

[nullclass]

scratched and flattened knuckles worn from use and stained from last night’s dance

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