#dogoftherepublic

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En Route to Triple Zero, 403 Days After the Battle of Geonosis

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

Kaden’s voice was thin. The Jedi would not look at the wound as Harsh carefully peeled back the fabric of his robe. The wound started at the top of his shoulder and went across the top of his chest just past the collarbone in an arc. The burn was deep.

“I can tell by the look on your face.” Kaden sucked in air between his teeth as Harsh jabbed him with the painkiller.

“You always said you wanted a battle scar.”

The Jedi’s eyes fluttered shut, his body tensed as Harsh applied the first bacta pad. He heard the Jedi swear, and he smirked.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Harsh assured him.

“Force-damned Umbaran.” Kaden dared to look over at Harsh and regretted it, looking immediately to the other side of the small medbay where a clone commando rested. The medical droid was tending to him.

“Very un-Jedi like, sir.” Harsh finished placing the bacta pads and stood up straight, also drawing his attention to the unconscious clone.

“He’s not okay,” Kaden said quietly. He adjusted himself in the chair, wanting to place a hand on top of the wound, but Harsh slapped him away with a don’t touch.

The commando’s vitals seemed to be reading stable. RC-1788 had taken a blaster bolt shot to the side of his head, and his leg was broken. The blaster wound was only a few hours old, but the leg would have to go--in Harsh’s professional opinion. But the commando called Jatne would live.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kaden shook his head. He had that look on his face like he was watching a horrible accident that no one else could see. “He just isn’t.”

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dogoftherepublic started following you

“...I know you.”

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He smirks.

“I had no idea.”

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“I shouldn’t be thinking these things and acting out.” Amiel shook her head. “This anger... I’ve never felt it before.”

“It’s natural to feel angry about things you can’t control,” said Jatne.

“It’s not Jedi.”

“I don’t know anything about being a Jedi. But I’ve always been taught to tackle my problems head-on. I don’t see how avoiding them solves anything.”

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OCEAN BLUE

OCEAN BLUE: A midnight dip on the ocean

It was Boss’ idea to leave the cozy villa he had been able to procure for a week for him and a select few brothers. Something wildly different that would take them out of their element but something where they would still be safe and secure, not have to worry about being shot at, attacked, poisoned, or run into any other issues. Other than the drinks not being strong enough and the food a bit expensive.

While the rest of Delta slept, Mereel nowhere to be found and Omega sprawled out on the floor, Boss tapped Jaro’s shoulder to wake him up, waving him out towards the moonlit ocean. He was already shirtless and just in a pair of shorts as he waved Jaro with a bit more enthusiasm as he felt the sand under his feet, doing his best to remain quiet.

Jaro, meanwhile, stood at the edge of the beach, freezing where the water began to lap at his feet, shaking his head rapidly. “Not going to happen,” he muttered.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, vod.” Boss walked back to put his arm around Jaro’s shoulders, offering a smile that was illuminated by the moon overhead. “Come on. Just this once. Nobody else is looking.”

“Just…up to my knees. No more.” Jaro looked over at Boss, his expression less than pleased but still showing a small amount of willingness to do this.

“Just to your knees.” He walked them both over, taking slow steps into the water as it rushed over them, going increasingly higher their feet, up their calves and eventually stopping at their knees just as Boss had said. “Don’t you approve?”

Jaro took a second before nodding, eventually smiling at Boss. “One thing would make this better.” He shrugged the arm off his shoulders and pushed the Delta lead into the water, laughing as he ran back onto the beach, waiting to run as Boss stood up and began his now soaked trek back towards him.

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HOUSE OF CARDS

HOUSE OF CARDS: Your muse and mine stuck in detention together

“Hmph.”

“I heard you the first time, Boss.”

The Delta lead looked across the small detention cell that he had somehow been roped into with Jatne, keeping the majority of his distaste for the situation quiet. Another grunt came from him as he looked away from the fellow commando.

“Boss, stop. It won’t help us out”

“And neither will staying in here.” He pushed himself off the seat and walked over to the door, fingers feeling around for the slightest gap. That gained Jatne’s attention.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting out of here. You in?”

A second passed before Jatne got up and went to the other side of the door and popped the panel, a small smirk on his face. One that was returned by Boss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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LAMPLIGHT

LAMPLIGHT: 3am phone comm call between my muse and yours 

(part 1, part 2 found here)

“It’s dark.”

“Not where I am, vod. 1100 hours and the sun is beating down overhead.”

Boss could practically hear the eyeroll over the comm at his retort, Jaro no doubt wanting him to hang up. And it was a surprise that the link wasn’t already terminated.

“You disturbed me on the one night I could sleep,” Jaro muttered quietly into the device. That immediately made Boss frown and debate with himself whether he actually should hang up.

“I won’t be long then.” A pause and then he continued, although a bit unsure of himself.

“You…should tell me what kind of weaponry is your favorite.”

The silence made Boss look his comlink over multiple times, noting that the connection was still active but there was no response.

“Jaro? You still–”

“Sniper.”

“Got it.” He committed that to memory and fiddled with the device as he walked the markets, hoping the noise wasn’t being picked up. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. K’oyacyi.” And without giving Jaro a chance to respond, Boss hung up and clipped the comlink to his belt and continued on his way.

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DUSTY

DUSTY: Your muse and mine cleaning out the garage shed

(part 2, part 1 found here)

The Delta lead stood up, letting his back stretch as he set another crate down, the plume of dust slowly rising and being wafted away from him. He laughed quietly as he saw Jaro across from him frowning as the dust traveled towards him. “You don’t have to be here, you know.”

“That’s what brothers are for.”

Truer words have never been said.

“You just want the free gear.”

“They always said Delta had the neatest stuff.”

Boss laughed louder than earlier, the smile rather firm on his features and definitely not forced. “I don’t have much of the Republic gear, mind you. Just what I had on me at the time I left and the gear I’ve picked up since.” He said that as if it weren’t much but with his trips and Mereel’s surprises, the shed had accumulated quite a bit of gear.

“More than I have,” Jaro said, wiping off the thing layer of dust from the crate to read the contents. “Seriously? A crate full of thermal detonators and you just dropped it like it’s no big deal?”

“Eh,” he said, brushing it off with a shrug as he went over to a wall, looking for one thing in particular. “Scorch packed it up. He loves explosives but not accidents. Combination of foam and small inertial-dampeners to keep the dets in tact.” Fingers tapped along the wooden shelves as he hefted up a case and brought it over, setting it on top of the crate Jaro was examining it, crossing his arms.

“I was reading that!”

“I know. Now you’re going to examine that.”

Jaro’s brow furrowed in confusion as it often was when he was with Boss. But he carefully flipped three latches and opened the case, eyes going wide at the sight of a pristine sniper with attachments. “I’ve only seen this in magazines. I imagine Sev had you pick that up from a trip?”

“Nope.”

Boss’ eyes met Jaro’s as the latter stood up, still giving a questioning look. “Don’t tell me you’re taking sniping lessons.”

Boss chuckled. “No, no. I’m an upfront kind of soldier. That right there is yours.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Remember when I called you and it was super early in the morning? I was shopping and stumbled across this piece of art.” He uncrossed one of his arms to motion to the sniper’s case. “I’ve been saving it for a good time like this.”

Jaro still stayed quiet, fingers gently tracing the weapon. “I…don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just shoot.”