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MFCK: Delta Squad

Oooh, Good one!

Marry: Scorch, Pancakes every morning

Fuck:Sev, for…reasons.

Cuddle: Boss,  He’s a fantastic platonic hug buddy

Kill: Oh, dear. that just leaves Fixer. So sad. 

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He slides a small box across the bar. "Briikase Buir'tuur, Yain."

Eyes closed with her head propped up in one hand, she takes a long sip of shig. The approach of one very familiar presence blinks her eyes to open.

"Su," she murmurs, one hand rising to gesture to the uj on the counter -- stopped short by the gift. His words bring her eyes open minutely wider, curiosity easing her hands over the bar to the finely wrapped box.

"Tch," she chides despite her smile as she turns the box in her hands. The foil seems to catch the light, layered in translucent patterns that glowed under the right angle. "This looks very expensive."

With care, she separates the foil from the box and folds it, setting it aside. Her fingers slip between the seams, splitting apart the simple tape that holds it closed, and lifting the cover up.

"Fixer--" She looks up, eyes mysteriously damp. She stands up on her stool, much too short otherwise, and levels a kiss upon his forehead. "Var'ent'ya."

[thehurtvector-blog]

Needs Sugar | @fixer1140

It wasn't often Yain did business in this side of town. Not that she had anything against the homegrown mandos, but it was easy to see how quick some were to press the colorful "outsider" slur around when it suited needs.

Mandalorians. They weren't all a pretty, homely bunch ready to hold hands and sing kumbaya by the campfire with any armored up warrior who decides to land on the planet. And that side of town... The only place "open" to international trade, and also the most dangerous.

That's just how it was, and she should've vacated the damn area while the sun was still in the sky. Now she's cold, she's alone, and a kilometer from civilization, but five minutes if she could just find her speeder... there it is.

Freezing my shebs off. Last time I--shab!

She hit the snow, cursed the sky, and thanked the Manda for her armor. And when she turned to look behind her, her heart jumped in her chest.

A body--?

"'Ey--!" She hissed, pushing up out of the snow, and crawled over to dig... double shab. Where's his shirt? His armor? He's already blue.

Nowhere near safety. What if he deserved to be out there? What if he's dangerous?

Hell, everyone on this damn planet is kriffing dangerous. She couldn't just leave him. She wouldn't.

Damn it. Demala's makin' you soft.

Deployed emergency blanket from her kit. Maneuvered him over her shoulder. Three... Two... One... lift.

"Son of a Sith harpy how're y'so flippin' heavy."

She loaded him onto her speeder, and jammed the engines to haul jets back to her tapcaf.

[boss1138-archived]

A Very Coruscant Galaxy Life Day

It was the time of year for gift-giving. "Life Day," as the wookiees called it. For clones, though, it was quiet literally a day of celebration of life. That they had made it this far, that they had beatened all odds of being cannon fodder, lying on the ground in a thousand burnt pieces. It was all a miracle. So some clones thanked a diety or two in the sky for watching over them. Some thanked their training. But they all thanked their brothers in arms for getting them this far.

Boss was Delta-centric. That much wasn't news. Anybody who wasn't in Delta was given a side-eye quite often, anything spoken not quite taken seriously. Of course, Delta wasn't a completely serious squad. Scorch and Sev, the dynamic duo that they were, helped even out any claims of "boringness" with Scorch blowing everything up and Sev getting blood everywhere. It's a kink.

But Life Day wasn't about him or Delta, no. It was about those closest to him that kept him sane, kept him alive. And so he would repay them in kind.

Using the guise of sleeping in late (something he rarely did), he was able to sneak to everybody's respective foot lockers, closets and bags. There was the occasional eyebrow raised at him as he walked the halls with a rather large and heavy bag but he shrugged them off. Looks were the least of his worries. Hoping that everybody would like what they received? Now that was top priority.

And so he went from room to room, depositing wrapped boxes in various sizes.

A box of fun-time explosives and classic action holos for Scorch

A scope with the accuracy to see a pinhead from a mile away for Sev

A gear swapout for Fixer's slicer, reducing the amount of time it would take to hack in by half

A series of ropes and "toys" for Mereel. Not to mention the finest booze he could ask for

A spare kama for Ordo

A mirror with "I'm The Handsomest Null" engraved on it for A'den

A punching bag in the form of a B2 SBD for Niner

But that wasn't all. No, there were others in his travels that he had to thank. And that day, they'd receive new shipments.

A new set of "scandalous," flowing dancing clothing for Juno with a note saying "For those undercover times."

A hand-sewn clone for Andreanna, complete with a removeable helmet

A set of model ships ranging from fighters to freighters for Aedan

Newly formed connections with the finest alcohol producers for Kar

A "certificate" to cash in to have breakfast made for her daily for a month for Yain

There were more to thank, he knew that much. But for now, this would do. And it was only possible because of them that he was still alive. Physical gifts stay briefly but memories stay forever.

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He sips his caffa, taking a moment to appreciate the absolute intricacy of the ropework before setting his mug down and starting with some of the more basic knots.

"How, exactly, did you get in this predicament, Boss?"

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"Fixer, I swear to the Maker..."

He continued to struggle against the knots but stopped as Fixer took over, facial expression showing his rather displeased mood right now.

"I don't know. Somebody must have gotten the jump on me."

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He walks in, holding a cup of caffa in one hand, and stares at Boss, who is apparently tied to a chair. Naked. "... It's way too early for this osik."

"Shut up and untie me, di'kut!"

[lord-mird]

WTF

Mird was just walking around the house, following a noise from the ventilation shaft when, low and behold; Fixer falls right in front of the confused animal. Hello, Fixer. What were you doing up in the ceiling?

[boss1138-archived]

[And who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥]