Yippee! Finished a thing for an event and I even met the (alt) prompt! (You're Hurt)
Today its Scorch and Fixer cause they're not presented as a duo very often.
Scorch pops the seal on his helmet and inhales. The LAARTI's engines hum and he relishes the sound. "You know? I don't think I'm going to miss this planet." Sev snorts and Boss's helmet twitches like he's rolling his eyes.
"Put your shab'la helmet back on." Fixer snaps and Scorch groans.
"Would you relax Fixer. Mission accomplished we're on exf-" Something explodes behind them and Scorch shuts up and goes to pull his helmet back on but then the floor bucks under him and Scorch grabs for the wall (floor? Ceiling?) with the image of Boss mid-stagger with Sev falling into him as the last thing he remembers seeing before he wraps his arms over his head and bounces off of something as they hit the ground.
Then the next thing Scorch knows his ears are ringing and his teeth ache like he's been clenching them.
"Shab." He unfolds himself carefully. There's blood on his upper arm- and he can feel it running down the side of his face when he moves.
He can still feel his extremities though and his legs and arms listen when he rolls over and scrambles towards the daylight visible through the buckled metal of the hull.
"Six-two? Scorch!!"
He glances up in time to see Fixer's helmet as he grabs Scorch's arm and hauls him the rest of the way out of the wreckage. There's a gouge mark across Fixer's chest. Shrapnel probably.
"All good here." Scorch reports as Fixer hauls him upright.
"You're bleeding. Di'kut." Fixer snaps, pulling him away from the wreck. Scorch glances back at the Laarti. The pilot did a damn-fine job of setting them down, it's almost upright, and they didn't even snap off the wing that wasn't hit by a shab'la missile.
"Scorch!" There's unmistakable relief in Sev's voice as he darts over to them. Scorch eyes Sev critically.
"Many more of these landings and you're gonna look like Omega with their nice stealth armour." Scorch comments indicating the burn mark along the right side of Sev's armour.
"big talk for a man with half a face." Sev snaps back.
"Scorch - Fixer?" Boss is here too.
"Squad accounted for." Fixer reports.
"I'm good." Scorch agrees.
Boss looks at him, tilt of the helmet skeptical.
"Pilot is pinned in the cockpit." Sev reports - "I think he's OK too." Boss nods sharply.
"Ok, Sev, and I will get the pilot, Fourty - "
"Pull tracking data out of the cockpit if you can." Fixer interrupts. "I'll get the bleeding stopped here."
Boss nods and grabs Sev's shoulder. The two of them head back towards the downed laarti as Fixer turns to Scorch.
Fixer grunts and grabs Scorch's slightly longer than regulation hair, tilting the demolition expert's head to one side. Scorch flinches.
"Shab that stings!"
"Because you've got a piece of shrapnel in your neck." Fixer says.
"And lucky me, you've still got half an ear. Not that you'll use it to listen to regulations. Like keeping your Shabla bucket on." Scorch winces as Fixer releases him and fishes in one of his pockets for supplies, retrieving some topical bacta gel, pliers, disinfectant. It was stupid to pull off his helmet - but now Fixer is acting worried.
"Will I die?" Scorch asks brightly and Fixer exhales through his nose, the sound hissing through the voice projector in his helmet.
"Pretty sure your brain died in the incubation chamber and the rest of you just hasn't noticed yet Mir'sheb."
Scorch cackles. then hisses as Fixer grabs his head again.
"Hey! You don't have to hold on to me you know?"
"I told you to sit still and you didn't" Fixer retorts, cocking his head and spreading some of the bacta gel over the side of Scorch's skull.
"Ow." Scorch complains but his brother just tilts his head the other direction turning his attention to Scorch's neck.
"You're a pain in my Shebs you know that? Stop moving."
"Aw you say the nicest thi-" Scorch breaks off with a yelp as something is pulled from his neck. Before he can really react though, Fixer stuffs a bacta dressing into the wound.
"Fierfek" Scorch manages once he's gotten his breath back hand pressed to his neck regardless of the fact Fixer is already holding the dressing in place. "It didn't shabla hurt before you started poking me."
"I could put some of it back in if you want." Fixer offers, deadpan lifting a piece of metal as wide as his thumb and nearly twice as long with the pliers. Scorch leans away.
"Your bedside manner is Osik. Be a miracle if I ever set foot in a hospital ever again."
"You wearing your damn buy'ce that' be the miracle." Fixer snaps back, pulling his hand free, leaving Scorch to hold the dressing in place.
"Think it'll scar?" Scorch asks as Fixer circles him, looking for more shrapnel. "Apparently ladies like scars." Fixer pauses to stare at him for a second. Scorch wonders if now is a bad time to go for his record of 'most times I made Fixer sigh loudly in ten minutes' and then remembers he doesn't have his bucket or HUD to track the time.
"Well if we ever end up on triple zero again you let me know how it goes testing that theory." Fixer says finally, He leans in again using the small set of pliers to pull a few more slivers of metal out of Scorch's neck and jaw.
Scorch flinches again and Fixer grunts in frustration grabbing the demolition expert's hair again to hold his head still.
"Ow" Scorch emphasizes. "You did that on purpose."
Again the strange - tinney sound the helmet vocoder makes when Fixer sighs. "If you'd worn your shabla helmet we wouldn't be doing this at all." He pulls another few pieces of metal from Scorch's skin.
"Alright alright I get it." Scorch tries to inch away but Fixer's fingers just tighten in his hair. "OWCH, I'm sorry ok? And I swear from now on I'll never take off my helmet unless we're safe in a base or on a Venerator."
"Alright. Alright." Fixer releases Scorch and throws his hands up. "The rest can wait till we get back and a med-droid can look after you." The two of them lapse into silence for a moment as Fixer passes Scorch a bit of bacta gel to smear on his neck.
Fixer is done cleaning the pliers and is tucking things methodically back into his belt when Boss and Sev reappear.
"Got the pilot." Boss reports, walking a half-step behind the other clone like he half expects to have to catch him.
"And some discarded junk." Sev tosses a helmet and Scorch catches it, turning it over to inspect it.
"Check it out Fixer, new scratch!" Fixer's helmet jerks as he rolls his eyes.
The Commando Scorch has some Downtime between missions, and uses it Wisely!
This one is a departure from my usual 'alone time' downtime's, but He looks so beautiful all tied up in rope, and hey, lets be honest, some of the clones have to 1) have the time on their hands for socialization and 2) be skilled enough at it to hook a partner so that they don't have to have their downtime alone HA, Hope you enjoy!
Full Work on Ao3 -> [Here]
Previous Downtimes -> [Kix] [Hardcase] [Wolffe] [Cody] [Fives] [Rex] [Jesse] [Fox]
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I decide to go bucket off, as we don't have a canon visual for his face. I saw some people drawing him in a bleached mohawk and I feel it suit him well.
I've worked with a sharpie and my pentel brush. We still can see some pencil for the sketching part.
