#Republic commando sev

[wetsocksinbed]

Scorch going from “mad that Sev is seen as just another number” to “blindly follows all orders like a droid” is the most heartbreaking thing the delta squad has given us since 2005

[kaitaiga]

Decided to boot up Battlefront 2 again after so many years (I miss playing!) and remembered I had some Sev (+ the other Deltas) mods installed 🤤

He looks so damn good 😫

[swbbb6]

Regarding Scorch. A tangent…

I did not enjoy that ending for Scorch. I didn’t understand the use of Scorch to begin with, but I kept it to myself, because I foolishly wanted to believe it would/could make sense somehow.

But that didn’t happen! So it’s time for a fixit; a look into what (I think) it would take for it to make sense 😅

For starters, I don’t think it was a mistake to use a member of the Delta Squad; they are often regarded as a precursor to The Bad Batch, so we know they’re extremely capable commandos. Even more deadly than Arc troopers. It could have easily been a great parallel between the two special operations teams.

Having said that, if it had been up to me, I would have used Sev instead of Scorch; reason being, (aside from Scorch canonically having a big personality that was completely absent from his tbb portrayal) Sev went missing on Kashyyyk at around about the same time order 66 was given. Which begs the other question; if you’re going to use Scorch, where was the rest of Delta Squad?

When Sev went missing, the rest of Delta Squad wanted to go back for him, but they were ordered to leave him behind. In all the confusion that was order 66, it would have been a convenient time for the Tantiss scientists to round up as many clones as possible, from as many varied backgrounds as possible. I know that sounds like a stretch, but it’s the fact that the rest of Delta Squad was ordered to leave Sev behind that’s suspicious to me (when considering what Palpatine’s men were secretly doing to clones). A member of the famous Delta Squad would be a big get for them.

Moreover, it was something Crosshair said that stuck with me: when he told the rest of The Batch about the experiments being conducted on Tantiss, and the CX program, he said he couldn’t be brainwashed because he’s defective. But then why did they keep trying? Why did they keep torturing him? Especially after they got ahold of Omega the first time, why not kill Crosshair at that point, if he really was useless to them?

My theory is, the stronger the victim, the longer it takes to fully break them down. I could imagine Sev would hold out longer than the regs, and depending on how thorough they had to be, it would also explain why this once super-badass was reduced down to (a completely incompetent) Henchmen #1.

I’ve seen it mentioned that the light behind Scorch’s helmet didn’t go out when he fell, so he could’ve survived; I’m a little skeptical tbh, but sure, I’ll allow it. Go ahead and give The Bad Batch their happy ending (they deserve it!) but then (if we continue to say it was Sev and not Scorch), they could have given us a post-credit scene, or a May The Fourth/Revenge Of The Fifth teaser of the rest of Delta Squad finding Sev. Delta Squad is very self-contained, and isolated, even more than TBB, which would explain why it has taken them so much longer to find their missing brother; they don’t have the same resources TBB has (Rex, mostly).

So many people have asked “why include Scorch at all?” “That wasn’t Scorch!” “It literally could’ve been anyone else!” And I agree! I think with more background, a lot more questions could’ve been answered in a way that actually made sense, for both The Bad Batch, and Delta Squad, and made the fans happy in the process!

Not to mention maybe we could’ve gotten another Republic Commando game, or even a spin off series for Delta Squad??

[arcsimper5]

Yaim'ol - Chapter 3

yaim'ol - [yai-MOHL] - return, homecoming

Pairing: Sev x F!Jedi OC, Scorch x F!Jedi OC Characters: Delta Squad (Republic Commando), F!Jedi OC Cin Rating: M - Explicit content in later chapters Warnings: Gore, Canon-typical violence, angst, smut (later chapters), descriptions of injury, force osik.

Following on from the end of Republic Commando, Sev and Cin must make their way through the galaxy, overcoming trials and tests in a bid to keep themselves alive long enough to reunite with their squad.

Chapter 3 - Loyalty

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

The words seemed to ring hollow in his ears, his mind reeling.

Laid on the floor, helmet off, completely vulnerable as Cin stood over him, her lightsaber blade pointed squarely at the cracked armour of his chest, he knew he should have felt something.

Fear, maybe? Relief, at seeing her again? No… There was nothing. Nothing but anger.

The Jedi were traitors. She was a traitor.

Wasn’t she?

Staring up at her, his eyes were cold and dull. None of the warmth that used to hide beneath the surface, the adoration he used to direct at her remained.

It was like he’d been hollowed out somehow, left a shell of his former self. A shell which had retained his skill, his speed, his strength. A shell that had been hunting her for just over a week now.

She looked… different.

Her usually pristinely styled hair had been cut short, raggedly, likely with a vibroblade, he reasoned in his mind.

Kark… Why was he looking at her? Why wasn’t he just killing her? He knew her tells, he knew how to disarm her.

Just laying there, he could think of at least four ways to knock the lightsaber from her grip and turn it on her without injuring himself.

So why couldn’t he do it?

Cin remained above him, frozen in place, staring at his face as if waiting for something.

A deep cut ran over her bottom lip, grazes and bruises littering the skin of her cheeks, her shoulders, every inch of exposed flesh he could see beneath tattered robes, and an odd compulsion ran through him to reach out, to caress her, to care for her.

Shaking his head, he growled angrily, baring his teeth.

Traitor. Die. Must. Die.

He didn’t even realise he’d spoken aloud until Cin’s breath hitched, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t understand!” she said in little more than a whisper, the trembling of her hands apparent.

More recognition began to creep back, Sev’s eyes running over her.

Maker, she looked so skinny. When was the last time she’d eaten? He’d had his emergency supply of ration bars on him when he’d crawled out of the wreckage… No… Wait… Been pulled out… 

When was that? Days? Months? Years?

Time felt mixed up.

Another memory flashed across his mind, eyes screwing up in pain as it seemed to physically burn him.

Cin laid underneath him, grinning as he pinned her against the practice mat. Sweat beaded on her chest, the low cut vest top she wore giving him the perfect view of her ample cleavage.

“Got you again,” he purred, leaning down to lick a trail from the join of her shoulder up her neck. She shivered with delight, arching against him, relishing the strength he used to hold her in place.

“M-Maybe I let you win,” she breathed, raising an eyebrow at Sev’s wicked grin.

“Of course, mesh’la,” he teased, taking in the sight of her below him. They were so close now, he could practically taste her with every breath.

“That’s the third time you’ve called me that today,” she complained softly, a frown forming on her face. “Are you going to finally tell me what it means?”

“The deal was, if you won,” he chastised her playfully, her fingers flexing against his in annoyance. Before he could even register it, he felt the pull of the Force, his body flipping over in an instant. She was immediately back on him, straddling his hips, his arousal clear as she leant back over him.

“I win,” she chuckled hungrily. “Told you I lost on purpose.”

“Minx,” he breathed, trying not to groan and arch as she leant back over him, her face mere centimetres from his once more.

“Tell me,” she urged, though it was more of a desperate plea now, the question in her eyes burrowing into his soul.

“Beautiful,” he whispered finally, averting his eyes for fear of what he might find waiting for him. “It means beautiful.”

A thousand questions ran through Cin’s mind, but she couldn’t voice them. Not when he was this close, this vulnerable beneath her. He could have flipped them back at any moment, but he was allowing this, allowing her to see him like this.

Closing the gap between them, she brushed her lips over his, earning a low, almost feral moan. Strong arms wrapped around her as a deft tongue swiped against her mouth, demanding access to what it had always wanted…

“N-No…”

Sev’s eyes stung as he blinked, trying to take in the sudden change of position. He’d been on the floor mere seconds ago, with her above him. Yet now…

He could feel the unfamiliar trailing of tears down his cheeks as he stared down at her, his vibroblade clutched in both hands above her, ready to strike as she lay beneath him, a twisted version of the memory.

Now, instead of warmth and fondness, there was cold terror in her eyes, her mouth parted slightly, hand outstretched towards her lightsaber but held down by his knees on her forearms.

“S-Sev, please, I… I need you to l-listen to me… this… isn’t you!”

She was sobbing, gasping for breath as his hands twitched.

It’s simple, his brain reasoned. You’ve done this a thousand times before. Kill her. End this. Take her lightsaber to the capital. Prove your loyalty.

Loyalty…

The word seemed to ring in his ears.

She’d come for him, saved him on the ship when his brothers couldn’t. She’d protected him and them, knowing they couldn’t disobey orders.

Brothers… Maker… he’d forgotten them. How had he forgotten them?

All he could remember was rage, pure and undiluted at seeing her face when she’d dragged him from the wreckage of the ship, desperately calling his name.

“Sev?”

His hesitation was telling, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Good… soldiers… follow… orders.”

The words tasted like ash in his mouth.

He was a good soldier, he was. So why couldn’t he kill her?

She was a traitor!

She… She’d betrayed them…

How? 

His own voice asked the question, desperate for answers.

How has she betrayed you? She’s been with you all this time. Every comm, every message, every shore leave, she’s been with you. How has she betrayed you? You know this is wrong.

Something in his mind snapped, searing pain ricocheting through his skull as if his very blood was on fire.

He registered the clattering of his vibroblade, then a warmth consuming him, soft murmurings in his ear.

“Stay with me, Sev, please… please, cyare… I need you, I… I love you, Sev.”

Eyes snapping open again, Sev fought the pain as he reached for his vibroblade once more, Cin’s eyes filled with horror as he clutched it, drawing it back, and…

The trandoshan mere feet behind them let out an awful howl as the blade pierced its eye as it launched its body through the bushes, shattering bone and scale and brains, the corpse falling to the floor with a thump.

He could hear Cin’s panting for breath, her entire body quivering as he collapsed back against her, his head still ringing.

“S-Sev?” she whimpered, as if speaking too loudly might trigger another bout of murderous rage from him.

Looking up, he saw her properly for the first time in days, without the haze of rage, without the need to harm, and he was devastated.

“M-Mesh’la…”

The cry of relief she let out was heartbreaking, settling deep into him and refusing to budge. He could only clutch at her as she sobbed against him, fingertips digging into his armour.

“I- I knew you’d, you’d come back,” she blubbered into his neck, tears wetting his skin, “I knew you were in there.”

Exhaustion overtook him as reality warped and waned, pain and relief mixing together to send him into a blissful sleep state. Only a few words managed to slip past his lips as he collapsed, Cin calling him once more, her panic growing.

“L-Love you… too…”

[wanderinginksplot]

Sev

Sev is a sniper, assigned with his brother to Delta Squad. His harsh voice, dark humor, and fearsome helmet design make him one of the most intimidating commando troopers - a high bar among such highly trained men. Though he has little patience for most people, Sev’s loyalty never completely disappears after someone has earned it. 

Sev + Motto - gn!reader - 1.4k words. Sev has a favorite phrase, and you really don’t want to hear it after you’ve done something stupid. 

Life Day with Sev - gn!reader - 3.4k words. Delta Squad agrees to accompany you to a friend’s Life Day party. That sparks a conspiracy to get you closer to your crush… Sev. 

Refuge - slow burn series with an eventual goal of Delta Squad x fem!reader.

[kaminocasey]

Sev is so emo daddy it's not even funny.

[rexsterss]

Devouring and Blind

Summary:

Boss doesn’t expect Sev, whose armour stained with old dirt and earth and mud, to walk around the clone. Boss doesn’t expect his red splattered helmet to meet his own, or how his cold glower pierces through their visors until Boss feels it sitting underneath his skin like the murky swarms of Nal Hatta.

repcomm. boss/sev. co-dependency. angst. rated T. 1.8k+ words.

Based on 50 A Softer World Prompts.

I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)

Wherever the kid learns his moves, he’s good at it. That includes striking where healed flesh was mauled by the exploding masonry of some starship and spitting fire, fucking up Scorch’s nerves there, and Scorch finds himself in a very unfortunate position when he bowls over in pain.

“Kark,” he swears loudly, gripping onto his side, but Dogma’s already using the wall nearest to them to propel himself off it, knees tucking to his chest, face tight with the kind of determination that usually says he’s doing this to win, no matter the cause.

It’s the raw kind of single-mindedness. Boss has a feeling that he’s relatively new to it.

The force of his kick when Dogma slams his feet against his opponent’s chest is deafening, the smack of flesh against flesh downright painful, and Scorch’s thrown across the hangar with all the traits of a ragdoll.

“Shit,” Fixer hisses beside him, and Boss watches as Dogma rolls himself around until he springs to his feet, easily sliding into a fighting stance, already readying for a counterattack.

Scorch groans from where he’s on his side.

“I yield,” he wheezes out, one hand in the air, the other still curled around his ribs. “Motherkark.”

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[sourfacedlemon]

"house on fire" 🔒

Written for @trudemaethien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Relationship: RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: First Meetings, Wartime Meet-Cute, Transmasculine RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev, Competence Kink, Trans Male Character

Words: 1,100

Love is weird.

[mylittlepooka]

To take a break from Star Wars, I decided to read a book about a haunted house, roses, and vultures. The named vulture is based on a real one named, of all things, Sev. It is funny how unrelated bits of life inexplicably tie themselves togther.

The book is A House With Good Bones. It is marvelous and terrifying. 10/10

And this is Sev the vulture. As opposed to Sev the Sniper, who is, as you know, our usual Sev.

[aces-to-apples]

“Offer. Consideration. Acceptance. Mutuality.”

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: CT-6922 | Dogma/Anakin Skywalker, RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/Anakin Skywalker, CT-6922 | Dogma/RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Trans Male Character, Service Top, Established Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Queerplatonic Relationships, Asexual Character, Autism Spectrum, Stimming, Polyamory, Kink Negotiation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Mention of possible future genital piercing Words: 2058 Chapters: 1/1

An unlikely couple introduces an even unlikelier third participant into their arrangement.

I know all of these are very literally created for me specifically but this one feels created for me spiritually, you know?? This one looked me in the eyes and said “hey you invented these two specific ships and the idea of Sev being trans and you’re unhealthily obsessed with all three of those concepted but you’ve never considered combining them before and honestly that’s on you for not being galaxy-brained like me but i forgive you your oversight and will show you the error of your ways” and then it did. Like. Goddamn.

[arcsimper5]

Sev's on Coral Island 🏝️❤️

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[astral-veil]

SCORCH EXPLAIN YOURSELF !

[arcsimper5]

Yai'mol - Chapter 4 - Memories

yaim'ol - [yai-MOHL] - return, homecoming

Pairing: Sev x F!Jedi OC, Scorch x F!Jedi OC Characters: Delta Squad (Republic Commando), F!Jedi OC Cin Rating: M - Explicit content in later chapters Warnings: Gore, Canon-typical violence, angst, smut (later chapters), descriptions of injury, force osik.

Following on from the end of Republic Commando, Sev and Cin must make their way through the galaxy, overcoming trials and tests in a bid to keep themselves alive long enough to reunite with their squad.

[Content warning for explicit smut at the beginning of the chapter]

“S-Sev, maker, please…”

“Calling his name still, mesh’la?” Scorch let out a playful hum of disapproval as he pulled away from her core for a moment to glance up at her.

His eyes were bright and full of mischief, chin drenched in her pleasure as he licked his lips, gaze darting briefly up to his brother where he sat behind her, restraining her arms with one hand while the other teased her bare breasts. “Must be doing something wrong.”

Before Cin could answer, Scorch was back to work, diving between her thighs with devastating precision. Her entire body arched in Sev’s hold as his clever tongue wrapped around her clit once more, driving her closer and closer to bliss.

Behind her, Sev’s chest rumbled with low laughter, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. Leaning in close, he flicked his tongue against the sensitive flesh, smirking at the whine he got in response.

“Not my fault she loves having her tits played with,” the sniper growled, nipping at her ear when she let out a whimper, rolling her hips against his thick cock where it pressed into her back, desperate for pleasure. “Prettiest thing in the whole karking galaxy, aren’t you, ner kar’ta?”

Another pinch of her nipple between his bare thumb and forefinger, combined with Scorch’s tongue drawing unintelligible symbols across her sensitive bud brought her right to the edge, head thrown back on Sev’s shoulder as she screamed for them both, relishing in the pleasure they gave her.

“That’s my good girl,” Sev praised as her orgasm rolled through her body, arms and legs twitching, his hand tightening around her wrists, “give him everything you’ve got.”

Scorch continued to lick and suck her sensitive flesh as she thrashed above him, her thighs tightening around his head as the waves of euphoria faded to overstimulation, trying to communicate without words.

Sev could tell what she wanted, laughing his low, knowing rumble before pulling her away from Scorch’s mouth and lifting her up with terrifying ease. She couldn’t even question his actions before he sank her back down, his cock sliding easily inside her warm heat, her walls quivering around him.

“You like that, baby?” Sev growled as he rolled his hips, bottoming out inside her. She could only mewl in response, panting for breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so utterly filled. Managing a nod, Sev grinned as he bit her neck, sucking a deep purple mark into her skin. “You like me filling you up? Feeling my cock inside that perfect pussy?”

“S-Sev, f-fuck!” she gasped, eyes widening as Scorch crawled up between her legs, mouth moving towards her breasts.

“Gonna take such good care of you, cyar’ika,” he promised, even as she let out a wail of pleasure when Sev bucked, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside her body, “can’t wait to have my turn with you.”

“S-Scorch,” she whined, barely able to keep her eyes open as more and more pleasure sent the world into a haze, “I… I…”

“Shhh, mesh’la,” he chuckled, letting his tongue flick out to flick at one nipple while his hand fondled the other, “enjoy this. We’ll take care of you… We’ll always take care of you.”

“Ner cyare,” Sev murmured in agreement, voice strained as he fought his own release, “ner kat’ra. Ibac’ner.”

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Sev woke with a start, gasping for breath as he shot up, sleep clinging to his senses.

“Cin?”

No answer.

He may have only been half awake, but he managed to rip the layers of material covering him away, confused to find himself in only his blacks as he stumbled towards what looked like a door.

Where was he?

Last he remembered, he’d found Cin, he’d… 

“Kriff,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut in pain as memories of pinning her to the ground and holding a knife above her flowed back to him. “Cin!”

There was an urgency in his voice now. Pushing through the pain, he groped blindly for the doorway, trying to make sense of everything around him.

The material under his palm felt like wood, natural and unfinished. It sloped gently inwards, running up high, above the ceiling from what he could tell.

“Cin!”

Pulling at the door, he found it unlocked, wincing as light spilled into the room from outside.

Looking around in confusion, he found the source to be multiple carved chandeliers made of polished wood and metal, the lights on them bright flames. In the centre of the room was a large table, set as if waiting for a large group to descend and eat. It was covered with various fruits and berries as well as slabs of cold meats. Some of the fare he recognised, though others seemed foreign, and for a moment, the urgency running through his veins lulled enough for him to acknowledge his hunger.

How long had he been out for? It felt like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Almost on instinct, he staggered towards the table, collapsing onto one of the benches and reaching for a handful of seifruits, small bright purple berries he recognised from his training.

He knew he should be looking for Cin, that this could well be a trap, but Maker, he was so damn hungry.

His mind was still awash with confusion, every thought sluggish and half formed.

There had been a trandoshan, he remembered that much. Pausing mid-bite, he cursed himself, trying to tear his gaze away from the spread before him, panic making his breath catch.

What if they’d got her?

What if they were torturing her while he sat here, eating?

Nausea enveloped his senses, his stomach churning with worry. His body fought him hard, drawn to the feast. But he couldn’t… He needed to find Cin, he needed…

As the door behind him opened, he found himself reaching for his blaster on instinct, only to find the sidearm, much like his armour, missing.

If he hadn’t been so confused, he might have laughed at himself as a large wookie with dark brown and red fur stepped through the door, shooting him what seemed to be a smile of sorts; here he was, an elite commando, dressed only in his blacks, unarmed, stuffing his face with fruit instead of finding his comrade.

Kamino would have put him down for less.

Still chewing the mouthful of food he’d grabbed, he took a defensive stance, sizing up the wookie with narrowed eyes.

It would have to be a wookie, he complained to himself silently. Boss was the one who did languages. And without his helmet, he wouldn’t have a chance to translate.

“Where’s Cin?” he demanded, the wookie letting out a soft, laugh like sound. “Something funny, furball?”

The wookie simply rolled its eyes and turned back through the door it had come from, making an odd, low growl which seemed to be echoed by others beyond the threshold.

After a moment of hesitation, he began to follow, assessing the situation. If he was going to be attacked, he figured it would have happened by now. After all, he’d been unconscious here for… a while. Reaching up to scratch his face, he realised a thick fuzz had grown onto his chin, a testament to just how long he had been out of it.

It had been years since he’d had any kind of facial hair. Originally, the Kaminoans had outright banned it, claiming that it interfered with the seals on their buckets. Even though that had been laxed, Scorch and his dumb goatee were the closest any of them ever got.

Scorch… He wondered where his brothers were now, if they were okay, if they’d made it off world before… whatever had happened, happened. He was still trying to make sense of everything, his head spinning wildly.

Sev drew a sharp breath as he walked into yet another wooden room of the massive complex he was in, in silent awe of the sheer size.

Judging by what he knew about their location and the presence of so many wookies, most of them giving him odd looks as he passed silently past them, following the one who had come to find him, they were still on Kashykk, and likely inside one of their massive dwellings.

His guide let out a roar, catching his attention once more as he was guided to a doorway, his breath hitching once again as he spotted a familiar figure inside.

There, cross-legged and meditating, her lightsaber laid out in front of her as a warm fire radiated light across her features, was Cin.

She was dressed in a shirt and trousers far too big for her, her arms exposed and littered with cuts and bruises. Her auburn hair, once kept in long plaits that trailed down her back was all but gone now, barely reaching her ears and choppy, his heart lurching again as he remembered seeing the terrified look on her face as she lay beneath him.

Whether it was his guilt, fear or something else that drew her from her meditation, he wasn’t sure, but before he could move, her eyes fluttered open and sought him out, her expression softening into a gentle smile of recognition.

“Sev,” she breathed, tears beginning to well in her eyes. He was frozen to the spot as she clipped her lightsaber to her belt and stood, adjusting her ill fitting clothes before she moved to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tender embrace. “You’re awake.”

“Mesh’la,” he croaked, head dropping onto her shoulder.

Relief flooded through him, arms trembling as he wrapped them around her body, clutching her tight.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Every other word he could have offered in that moment felt utterly inadequate as he clutched at her, every emotion he’d held back for years mixing into a torrent that spilled down his cheeks and into her borrowed clothing.

Even as she shushed him and reassured a worried looking female wookie who approached, she supported him, guiding him back towards the room with the spread inside and settling him down on one of the benches.

With one hand still resting on his shoulder, keeping him grounded, Cin grabbed a plate and loaded it with a selection of meat, cheeses and fruits, placing it in front of him along with a pitcher of water.

“Eat, love,” she urged, fingers trailing patterns into his skin through the thin material of his blacks, “you’ve been out for two days.”

“Two days?” Sev choked, unable to even look at the food as she settled next to him, straddling the bench so she could face him. Nodding sagely, she drew in a steadying breath, her expression tight.

“After you passed out, Tarai and her search party found us. They’d been hearing the shots, and figured you for a Trandoshan. They bought us back here, and…”

She hesitated, biting her lip before her eyes flickered up to meet his, full of misery.

“Sev… you… you had a chip in your head,” she breathed, the words fluttering around the silence of the room. A cold shiver ran through his body as he stared at her, dumbfounded.

“What kind of chip?”

“A biological one, from what Rieikonno is saying,” she sighed, dropping her gaze to the bench she was sat on. “They… ran a scan on you, when you got here. We couldn’t wake you up, no matter what we tried, and… we thought… we were beginning to think, that…”

The pain in her words spurred him into action, his hands moving to hers, lacing their fingers together. Even without words, she smiled softly at the comfort he offered, taking another breath, readying herself to continue.

“They ran a scan, and at first, we thought it was a tumour. They took you down to the lab under the structures here, and they… they took it out. It took a long time, they said it was embedded almost like your brain had grown around it, but… they did, and then they brought you up here, and…”

Again, she faltered, tears dripping from her lashes onto their joined hands, her chest shuddering.

“Sev… the Jedi,” she began, voice trembling. “The clones, they… they…”

Another flash of pain ran through Sev’s head, memories flashing over and over like a spotlight across his vision.

“Kill the Jedi. Kill the Jedi. Traitors, all traitors!”

He didn’t know why he was speaking aloud. Maybe it was to confirm to himself what his thoughts were telling him. He’d heard the order over comms, loud and clear.

“Execute Order 66.”

Kill the Jedi. The Jedi had betrayed the republic. Somehow, he knew. He didn’t need to hear it. It was obvious, how they’d turned on those they were supposed to protect.

They all needed to die. Her included.

Cin. The name was poison now. The feelings he’d held close to his chest were gone, replaced by a seething hatred, one that only grew as he spotted what he was looking for; familiar footprints sunken into the softened ground beneath them.

She was running. Good. She should be running. He would hunt her down like the animal she was. Kill her. Bring her lightsaber back to the Capitol.

So why were his hands shaking? Why did the idea of watching the light leave her eyes fill him with such dread? Why did he care enough that he thought to make it quick and painless?

Gasping for breath, Sev’s eyes fluttered open once more, finding Cin looking at him with a mixture of horror and fear in her eyes.

A flash of movement caught him off guard, a light flashing off to his side. He reacted on instinct, hand snapping to grab at the intruding figure, resulting in a shocked roar echoing around the room.

“Easy, easy, Sev,” Cin urged, looking to the wookie whose arm he’d grabbed, shaking her head. “He’s not dangerous, he’s just disorientated.”

A low rumbling growl echoed from the door, Cin’s eyes narrowing into a frown as she turned to the source.

“He wasn’t himself,” she protested to the large wookie who now stepped through the door, a large metal belt with ammo bolts secured to it and a bowcaster at his side adding to the ferocity of his expression, “I told you. Ask Riek, he’ll tell you. It was the chip.”

Another set of low rumbles and whines, Sev’s grasp loosening on the other wookie.

“Well I trust him, and if you trust me, you’ll respect that.”

Cin’s tone was terse, gaze full of anger as she glared up at the wookie, their conversation continuing, though Sev couldn’t understand the other side.

“Then kick us both out. I’m not going to leave him.”

Another few roars and grumbles sounded, the elder who Cin had been arguing with rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, showing obvious displeasure.

A sharp bark came from him, followed by another long whining sound.

“Well I’m not Yoda.”

Whatever he’d said had obvious set her on edge, her eyes refocusing on Sev as she grabbed the plate of food and took his hand, urging him to stand.

“We need to get you resting up again, love,” she murmured, voice soft once again as it was directed at her. “Do you think you can follow me?”

“Anywhere,” he managed gruffly, drawing a weak smile to her face, “and always.”

Any retort she might usually have given was lost to the sound of movement, the wookie he’d previously grabbed looking over him with a mix of caution and concern.

“I’m… sorry,” Sev mumbled, flashing a look to the paler furred wookie, who smiled easily back at him before letting out a low rumbling purr, Cin nodding in response.

“She says it’s okay. She understands. This is Ollerra, she’s been overseeing a lot of your recovery.”

Sev winced as he stood up from the bench, supported on both sides, to make his way back to the room he’d woken in. His mind was still spinning, head throbbing and only getting more painful with every step he took, and Ollerra seemed to notice.

A soft sound left her, Cin’s head snapping to the commando.

“Are you in pain?”

The hesitation in his reply was all the confirmation she needed, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips.

“She’ll give you pain meds, okay? Once you’re settled in bed.”

The vulnerability settling over Sev’s body was uncomfortable, his limbs trembling.

“And you’ll stay?” he murmured, exhaustion beginning to creep into his every nerve now he knew Cin was safe and that they were secure. With the additional promise of a shot of pain meds, he was ready to sleep again, but only if he could keep her close.

“Of course, e’tad.”

He huffed a laugh at the use of his number, smiling weakly through the pain. Not much registered as he was drawn back into bed, the sharp sting of a hypo in his neck and the warmth of a body settling close to him, soft fingers cording through his hair the last thing he felt before sleep claimed him once more.

[melymigo]

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[corrie-guard-things]

Taught myself how to use the animation feature on CSP just to do this (inspired by this post by @alabyte)

it's unpolished af but idc i love them