Dec 23, 2025
In Delta Squad’s quarters, “safe” meant elbows in ribs, laughter that could drown out a war.
Scorch was halfway through balancing a ration tray on Sev’s helmet when Boss finally barked,
“Scorch, for the love of Mandalore, stop inventing new physics experiments.”
“It’s engineering enrichment,” Scorch protested. The tray slid, clattered, and scattered freeze-dried stew over Sev’s chest plate.
Sev didn’t even blink. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’ve just discovered gravity.”
Fixer leaned against the wall, smirking. “Brilliant. Maybe next week he can discover silence.”
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Excerpt from my fanfic series Echoes of Order
https://archiveofourown.org/series/5373836