#reeve thread

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@jundlcndwastes​ sent...

“What are you smiling at?”

“You’re not too bad with a fushioncutter, you know?” Reeve’s lightened look was venturing on a smile. Almost. Impressed, yes. And that was almost the only way to get him to not frown, unless you were Roslin.

“Not that we need an extra hand or anything,” Reeve decided to get that out of the way quick. Despite the holopad list, despite the piles of parts and dead droids waiting to get repaired. Of course they didn’t need the help.

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@crimsoncorellia​ asked:  ❛  what are you trying to do ? kill me ?  ❜

“I’m trying to--” Reeve growled and grabbed a bar stool with his mechanical arm, throwing it across the room to the gand lifting a table to throw, knocking their legs hard enough to make them drop the table. “--help you!” A glass crashed above the bar, near their heads. She seemed like a nice girl caught up in the middle of a bad night. Reeve wasn’t one to stick around in fights that weren’t his problem.

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[ cont from here with @dawnsofnaboo​ ]

She looked young. To him anyway. She probably wasn’t as old as all that and the kids he knew when he was a kid... Empire and Rebel alike had been fighting for so long. Depending on where you were, even in the Empire’s fall, some where still fighting. The First Order didn’t seem new. There would always be a Resistance to people like that.

Reeve never expected to be a real part of that. Of course, Roslin had been helping behind his back for months with the cargo runs on his frequent ‘vacations’ which he somehow came back with more money than he’d left with. But now, they were both in this mess. Reeve was taking a much needed bar break with the practical assembly line of droids he was helping the Resistance base repair.

“I meant the drink.” Reeve held the glass of rather swampy green liquid in his hand, using the same hand to point at the similar drink in front of her. However there were various shots and drinks on the bar that didn’t appear to belong to anyone or had been left... Maybe it wasn’t hers. The bartender droid probably needed looking at too... The nervousness she referred to, he was sure it wasn’t about the drink. 

“No.” He answered bluntly before taking the shot. He made a face, and his right arm slammed against the bar top. It was metal, an augmentation. Functional, not fancy, at least not at first glance. There were designs etched in of all shorts against the metal, mostly just decorative, nothing telling about the man who wore them. 

“That tastes awful. Don’t drink that. I honestly think there might’ve been motor oil in there...”

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[ cont from here with @resistancefire​ ]

“No. I did it for my family. Is that what you wanna hear?” Reeve paused, his tone was even, factual, challenging the younger man to make him care. “What does it matter? They were Empire loyalists. My brother was a scout trooper and kriffing disappeared, I haven’t seen him in decades. If my parents didn’t die by Rebel hands, then they’re probably all about this First Order business now. That’s not my business. I don’t know where any of them are, I don’t know if I even care to know them anymore. So, you found us out. Maybe not so hard since we didn’t bother to change our names. What of it?”

Reeve had no idea if Dameron knew about the three stormtroopers he and Roslin had killed shortly after their recovery, the three in their unit that had left them for dead. Or about the mercenary and off the books bounty work the pair of them had done before the Mechanic had died and they took over the business full time and made it their own. The kid was poking his nose around and Reeve was not a fan.

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@jundlcndwastes

❝ You don’t know what kind of girl I am. No girl is like me. ❞

*****

“You’re a girl who thinks they’re one in a trillion, no one’s like you in this system… But that’s the catch, right? Of course, no one’s exactly like you. But really? There’s a million people who would rather cut and run when things get hairy. You’re that kind of girl.” Reeve was pretty harsh, but he knew he was a better judge of character than he used to be…

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“Don’t worry, kid, you’re in good hands... It was just a flesh wound. Unless you want a little work done, I think we can save your fingers here without drastic measures...” Reeve Brightwater held the other’s hand in his own natural one, his mechanical hand bringing the surgical mender from the table to sew the poor thing’s fingers back together. If they hadn’t come in, Reeve didn’t think he’d have been able to do it.