#cptfulcrum

[swishycapes]

@cptfulcrum​   //   alexsandr kallus.

“you look like you could use an extra hand there, pal.” despite the lack of political affiliation that he had nowadays, though undoubtedly loyal to the new republic, lando still found himself moving among their circles and interacting with those who did have much more of a clear cut reason to be there. “luckily i’ve got a few.”

[generally-scheming]

cptfulcrum // re: Alexsandr Kallus

Kallus’ back straightened as he turned to meet the eyes of the other man, raising his brows. “ Who are you ? “ he said aloud. No one called him that anymore, especially not someone he didn’t know. The Fulcrum codename was drenched in secrecy, the idea being to keep their spies alive when they were across enemy lines. It wasn’t used un casual conversation. A hand to his holster quickly, he draws his weapon. He wished for the familiarity and comfort of his bo-rifle, but he would make do. “ It’s rather unkind to sneak up on people, you know. “

“As unkind as it is to point a blaster at them? My apologies. I’ve grown accustomed to treading carefully as of late.” He resisted the urge to reach for his own blaster. A calm facade would do him more favors here. Hux’s gaze darted from the blaster up to Kallus’s face. He’d recognize the man anywhere, even without an Imperial uniform or his hair slicked back to comply with regulations. After Ren’s little coup, Hux had spent hours going over every scrap of information he could scrounge up on the Fulcrum agents, studying them for inspiration and methodology. Enough that Hux had no illusions about his chances if it came to a fight. Kallus had spied from the heart of the Empire and lived to tell the tale; Hux had... not. So he spoke quickly, maintaining a familiar alcoholic rasp and a deeper tone, hoping the beard he’d grown out would take care of the rest. “My name is Brendol Hux. I’m familiar with your work. I’d like to do something similar.”

[mvchinery]

❛ why do these things always happen to me ? ❜ ( to seyn from kallus )

"you're a trouble magnet," they announce faux somberly, amusement twinkling in their dark eyes. "i'm afraid to say that your condition is incurable."

[call-me-spectre-five]

❝  what’s with that look ?  ❞ ( from kallus / cptfulcrum )

@cptfulcrum

“Hm?” Sabine asked, looking up from where the loth-cat had just torn apart some old papers of theirs. The documents themselves weren’t too important, but it was a hassle to clean up, nonetheless. “Oh, nothing. Blue is just making a mess again.” They lifted the cat so Kallus could see him over the holo-call, “But the little troublemaker says hi! Say hey, Blueberry!” They grinned, and scratched the small furball between his ears. “I think he likes you, Kallus.”

[mvchinery]

❝  it got me seriously tensed up ,  like we’re about to be invaded by a bunch of evil pirates or something .  ❞ ( kallus / cptfulcrum for seyn )

seyn smiles, quick & amused. "you're sounding slightly paranoid, kallus." but a hand goes to their blaster, running over the grip, ensuring that everything is ready to go, if the need really does arise.

[mvchinery]

closed for alexsandr kallus / @cptfulcrum​​ !

seyn reaches up & tugs their hair out of its tight bun, loose curls falling wild & into their face. they give kallus a hint of wry smile, a twist of their lips that doesn’t quite make it to their eyes. “i’m still not used to ignoring imperial uniform regulations,” they offer as an explanation, voice quiet, tinged with humor. it’s been two years, & it still feels strange. a consequence, they suppose, of being taken to the imperial academy so young. they can remember life before taking on the empire’s rules & regulations, but more distantly. the order is second nature.

the order is rather comforting, but that’s harder to consider, sharper.