#aden skirata

[hurryupmerlin]

In which Ordo tries to resolve things without drama for once

Relationship:

RC-8015 | Fi Skirata/Null-11 | Ordo Skirata (mentioned) But really, this is just about the Nulls being bros and having fun

Rating / Tags:

General Audiences / Brothers, Clones, Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Shenanigans (Star Wars), Gossip and rumors, just a fun lil something with the Nulls

Summary:

By now, half the GAR knows, but of course the Nulls stick to Ordo.

There was a rumor circulating in the barracks and it rapidly gained adherents. The Nulls and Omega could only do so much to stop it spreading.

"I swear I've seen them with my own two eyes," one of the cadets told his squad over lunch in a hushed voice. "RC-8015 kneeling in front of that weird Null-Captain. And he sure as kerk wasn't adjusting a codpiece."

"You want to repeat that, shiny?"

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// Part 6 of the "RepComm with a reputation" series //

[izzyovercoffee]

What is agony?

Agony is being forcefully cracked to let the light in.

It’s the jagged snow far beyond freezing that slices open exposed skin as easily as a serrated kad to the hide of shatual. It's watching the red bleed in through pristine white and hiss the last stretch of heat before freezing in place. 

A curl of steam risen off the melting snow to dissipate in the breeze.

A’den takes to the hunts like a man on the run. Like someone caged a little too long who’s learned to hold his tongue and control the shakes and ease the jerk and stagger in his limbs until he’s found permission to go outside. A bare hand to the snow, a grimace to the fire, a palm to his knives.

The shatual smokes as it cooks. His vod would say it’s a matter of chemistry. Go off on a tangent if A’den asked, explain the inner workings of meat and fire and something about how the blood runs in the shatual, how it burns from the meal it ate to become the meal on his plate. 

It’s why he hunts alone. 

Enough to feed a family like his---six families in one, hidden in a box in the ground. He doesn’t always get so dark when he thinks about things, but he didn’t get the okay to hunt in a long, long time. Needed at home. Needed abroad. Needed to take a skip across space and land boots first on duracrete in a city of a different name only a standard year ago. 

We don’t leave brothers behind, he knows. Hears it in his head, in the dark of night, as he turns the roast over the fire. But that wasn’t the truth of it, and the truth might as well be as barbed and serrated as the kad he used to butcher his dinner. 

Agony, he knows, is sitting in pristine quarters halfway across the galaxy knowing your wife’s dead because your father called her into a warzone instead of let her go home. Agony is not knowing she floats deathless in a vat of bacta that does nothing for her because no one can figure out what to do next.

The logs crack and spark under the open sky. Starless, despite the absence of light pollution on Mandalore. Starless bodes poorly. Starless says unlucky. 

He wasn’t always a superstitious man. 

It comes to him in the night. The discomfort. The sweats. The anxiety that creeps up with the walls enclosed and no matter how tall the ceiling stretches the itch in the back of his mind knows he’s underground. He’s underground. 

Except he’s not, out here.

Turn the spit, and listen to the steam hiss and the wood crack as the meat cooks. Think about nothing but the winds over the salt flats, the winds that’s traveled over the mountains and into the valley and between the trees to reach the snow he rests in. 

He can’t even tell Darman he’s sorry, because it’s not his choices to be sorry about. But he thinks about it anyway. Thinks about it as the smoke rises up, and burns in his vision. Fades into the dark, rising into the starless sky.

His vod used to say, a starless sky means their ancestors turned their backs on them. They’ve turned their gaze, and look away, and that’s when justice will be done. Meted out between averted gazes, uncompromising in their refusal for sympathy. 

A’den knows it’s just a phenomenon that happens, this far south, from time to time. Knows it’s got nothing to do with ancestors or dead gods or old mand��alore. But when he can’t sleep, close to a fire and over a kill, he can’t help but wonder what if. What if.

So he keeps the things he agonizes over locked deep inside his chest, and instead pulls the meat off the fire to eat his dinner in silence.

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