FN-2199

Designation: FN-2199. "Nines". FN Corps. Ruthless. Effective. Loyal. [[ independent roleplay blog for FN-2199/nines from star wars TFA. sideblog of quigonginandjuice ]]

[harper-2112]

“I know. It’s hard when everything changes.” Harper really wanted his old friend to see the bright side of things. “Some of the people here won’t understand that. But I do.”

He tilted his head and studied Nines’ face. “We can do anything we want now, you know. Is there anything you’ve always wanted to try?”

[trait9r-blog]

Nines couldn’t help it-- he froze, staring at Mi- at Harper like an animal caught in the headlights. What kind of a question was that? No. Of course there wasn’t anything he’d always wanted to try. Individuality was discouraged within their ranks, and he’d been one of them since the day he was born. He’d never...wanted to try anything. Not anything out of the ordinary, anyway. Sure, he’d been excited when they handed him his first blaster, but that didn’t...really count.

His expression hardened after a long moment, and he cleared his throat, looking away. “--No,” he said, and the challenge was apparent in his tone. The defensive ‘fight me’ was strong with this one. “--Why, have you been fulfilling lifelong dreams?”

[chasiingfreedom-blog]

      Finn sighed, resigned in his decision, before he nodded and       tugged up on the restraints, silently signaling for Nines to       get up on his feet.

                         ❝ Let’s get this over with, then. ❞

      At least he hadn’t gotten very far in his own medical treatment, the ex-trooper thought as he led them to the training room, trying to see the bright side of things, so it wasn’t as if he’d be spoiling the medic’s work or wasting supplies. But Nines… Hereally didn’t want to hurt him; this wasn’t about him, anyway, but about Nines getting his revenge.

      Once they arrived, he turned the lights on and undid his       former teammate’s bonds before he stepped back,       spreading his arms out beside him as if telling him to       come at him. 

                         ❝ Show me how much you hate me, Nines. ❞

[trait9r-blog]

Standing was painful. Walking was painful. Everything was painful. But Nines forced himself to step outside that, focusing on his emotional hurt as he scowled, hobbling as every step sent lancing pain up his leg. His wrists were still bound, but that didn’t matter so much, because Nines was gritting his teeth and glaring straight ahead. He didn’t know where they were going. Hopefully somewhere he could beat the crap out of 2187.

And he was right.

Nines stood for a long moment, staring at 2187 as his breathing grew deeper and more huffy. Most of his weight was on his left leg, his uninjured leg, and he massaged his wrists now that they were free. Then he lunged. Then he fell, because he tried to beat someone up while he could barely stand on one of his legs, and tears stung at his eyes as he landed hard on the ground.

“--I hate you,” he muttered, despite the gravity lost by his new position.

[neoarcadianmememachine]

Send (ू• ౪•ू ) to touch my muse’s cheeks and squoosh them.

[stormtroopy-deactivated20180418]

It’s difficult to find the words to explain to Nines that Ruby is not only bad at talking to people, Ruby does not like people. It sounds so drastic, to put it like that, but it’s the shy truth, and this interaction isn’t endearing him more than any other. Ruby rubs his neck and throws a look over his shoulder, as if making sure nobody else is around to witness this moment of supposed weakness.

   “– sure.” He turns back to Nines with both arms folded loosely over his chest. “I’ll hang out with you today and… see from there.”

[trait9r-blog]

Nines nods, awkwardly, because he’s only good with this insofar as the ‘get him to kriffing hang out with people or he’s gonna be kriffing forced into defecting’ or something that he’d already established. He does, however, reach out, and pat Toots on the shoulder.

“--Good. And if anyone gives you any bantha fodder, just... Tell the Captain. Alright?”

[harper-2112]

“I don’t know,” he smiled good-naturedly. “I kind of like it. I didn’t realize how little I liked my number until I got the chance to use my old name. They call me Harper here, now.”

He put an arm around the other ex-trooper. “Once you get used to it here, it’s not so bad. And once they get used to us, you might as well been here from the start. They’ll take anyone in here, no matter how differently anyone thinks.”

[trait9r-blog]

Harper. Nines frowned a little, repeating it to himself, because he had to make an effort, right? He had to at least try. He couldn’t let himself kriff things up with one of the only people around here that he could actually be around and not be on-edge all the time. Harper. He could do that, he thought.

He almost didn’t notice the arm around him until Mirrors-- Harper started talking. “--Yeah, it just takes some getting used to. They’re just so... They’re so...different. Y’know?”

[chasiingfreedom-blog]

It didn’t seem to matter what he said to Nines, Finn wasn’t getting through to him. Anger clouded his judgement, his ability to hear him out and really think about what he was saying. Things really seemed to hit a breaking point when his former teammate started to cry, and his heart broke, believing that Nines was weeping because he was hurt, just that it wasn’t entirely physical.

Despite his previous statement to not fight the redheaded male until he was healed, it didn’t look like Finn had that option anymore; especially when Nines went and aggravated the injuries he already had in an effort to instigate something. Stepping forward, he put a hand on top of the other man’s restraints in an attempt to stop his harmful movements—at least he was abiding to Nines’ request not to touch him, since he technically wasn’t.

❝ You wanna do this? Fine, let’s go. You, me, training room, right now. I’ll undo your restraints, you’ll beat me ‘till I’m bleeding from every orifice of my body—that’ll make you feel better, right? Make you happy? ❞

[trait9r-blog]

Baring his teeth but not otherwise fighting the hand upon his cuff, it took everything Nines had not to either lean in or tug harder. He didn’t know which. As such, he clenched his fist, wrist taut against the binder and the tension pulling at his shoulder. The pain was helping him to focus.

“--It. Would make. My kriffing. Day,” he growled, tears still streaming from his eyes.

[ineedapilotfinn-blog]

“That’s not about to happen.” Finn says his blaster in hand as he continued to walk backwards away form him. All he needed was to buy some time so the Resistance ship would come get him. Not wanting to get into another gun fight. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to be taken prisoner back to he First Order, not matter what.

[trait9r-blog]

“--Stop walking. Traitor. Drop your weapon.”

Unfazed, Nines raised his blaster, finger on the trigger, safety off, ready to shoot. And he would. It was a courtesy to their time as friends that he hadn’t yet.

[trait9r-blog]

{{ whoooooops i made a nines characterisation moodboard

[ineedapilotfinn-blog]

@trait9r; CLOSED. 

             Finn paused he came face to face with the other again, as string of curses left him but it was hushed under his breath. Hues darting around, he wanted to RUN he didn’t want to see him, even if a tiny very tiny deep down part of him did. Not to mention he wasn’t completely healed and he was currently on his own waiting to be picked up by the Resistance. His hand curls around his blaster as he attempted to move away though he was sure he was already spotted. 

                                                                                           “Nines.”

[trait9r-blog]

The locals had reported a disturbance, and as riot control already stationed in the sector, Nines was assigned the resolution. Their helmets didn’t have the best visuals on their surroundings, it had to be said, but that didn’t mean that the second he caught sight of the traitor, the betrayal and rage stung at his throat anew, and he started walking, following him.

“--You! On the ground, now!”

[chromlum-blog]

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

[trait9r-blog]

[[ js i’m gonna dick around w/ some pokemon but y’all should like/reblog/inbox me if you want some love a nines starter

[ hmu if you want something specifiic, if nah it’ll probably depend on the easiest fit for the character

[byanger-a-deactivated20200110]

fucking meme starter sentences i can’t believe this

“ i’m sorry i have to leave right now immediately. “ “ okay … that sounds fake but okay. “ “ GET THIS ON RADAR. “ “ why the fuck yOu lyyy’n why yOu always lyyy’n mmmmmm Oh my gOd stOp fuck’n lyyy’n “ “ good shit that’s some good shit right there if i do say so myself - “ “ what’s good? “ “ HER AIM IS GETTIN’ BETTER “ “ go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able. “ “ JOHHHHHHNNNNNN CEEEENAAAA “ “ the author of the journals … my brother. “ “ eat my ass. “ “ WE. “ “ WELCOME TO HELL! WELCOME TO HELL! WELCOME TO HELL! “ “ crave that mineral. “

[trait9r-blog]

[[ js i’m gonna dick around w/ some pokemon but y’all should like/reblog/inbox me if you want some love a nines starter

[ hmu if you want something specifiic, if nah it’ll probably depend on the easiest fit for the character

[trait9r-blog]

FN-2199, he was Nines, because he liked the sound of it, simple as that.

{{ indie, semi-selective nines rp blog, will contain tfa spoilers {{sideblog of quigonginandjuice

[harper-2112]

He turned his gaze to the grass below their feet. He could feel his cheeks burning. “Yeah, together together. And now I always hear our names together, too.”

He looked back into the other man’s eyes. “You you know, Nines, the strangest thing about this place, the parts that are the most different from the Order, has nothing to do with the war. It’s not that we’re on a forest planet instead of an icy rock, or how they wear orange and sing songs at night and we wear — wore — white and stood at attention. It’s the names — the people here have names, real ones to call their own.”

“I didn’t think much of it while I was with the Order. But now, here, people are seen like people, not numbers. It’s kind of incredible, if you ask me.”

[trait9r-blog]

Nines shifted a little, uncomfortably. Yeah, he knew that they had names of their own, not established from numbers, nor assigned based on characteristics. He knew that they had this unbelievable grasp of personhood, this huge, overwhelming individuality that frankly, terrified him. There wasn’t much that could do that.

He swallowed, eyes flickering to the side. “Yeah,” he mumbled, voice sounding almost as tight as his throat felt. “Yeah, I know they do.” His fingers tightened around his tray, suddenly not hungry. “It’s kriffing weird.”

[the-ninenine]

[trait9r-blog]

Finn: We're friends. I was building up to call you "Niney" one of these days. Nines: That will never happen. In fact, you just lost "Nines" privileges. From now on, you can call me "2199" or "hey you". Finn: Come on, Nines-- Come on, "hey you".

Finn & Nines, probably [source: brooklyn 99]