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wanderinginksplot · 2 years ago

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Gar Cyare Chapter Ten

Surprise! It's another chapter of the Alpha-17 x fem!reader fic!

Word Count: 5,400

Warnings: minor angst, distrust, Alpha being impatient, minor suspense, cosmic horror (but only kinda)

If it helps, I definitely did listen to this* creepy space ambiance while I wrote this chapter. Just so you know what kind of vibes we're working with!

(* - leads to a YouTube video: "Dark Space Ambient" by JediMaster)

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Be'chaaj (Away)

“Do you remember what I told you?” Alpha asked, voice intense as he resecured the comlink around your wrist.

You paused, frowning. Alpha had told you a lot of things over the past week and you were fairly sure you remembered most of them, but your nod was hesitant.

“You’re osik at lying,” Alpha said, the sound of his displeasure rumbling around your bedroom like the thunder of an approaching storm.

“I’m not lying, just…” You trailed off, sighing. “I hate that you have to do this.”

Alpha’s face softened slightly, the fierce expression he was wearing easing into something resembling fondness. “I don’t like it either, neverd’ika. But this is part of my contract with the kaminii. If I don’t accept a mission every six months, they’ll take my instructor status. That would mean I’d be out in the field full-time, and then what would you do?”

“Sneak aboard your transport,” you teased.

Alpha rolled his eyes, but there was a smile playing around his mouth. “If you could avoid getting caught by a whole transport full of troopers, the Republic would be better off with you in their place. But I would rather have you safe here where I don’t have to worry.”

“But I’ll be worried,” you told him, trying not to pout. “Just… be careful, please.”

“I will,” he promised, tapping the face of your comlink. “Remember, we can use these to keep in touch.”

“And you’re sure no one will be able to pick up the communications?” you asked. “The Kaminoans are being extra careful and the Republic is monitoring everything. The chance that someone will be able to access our conversation is higher than ever.”

“You worry too much,” Alpha told you and you couldn’t fight your answering laugh. Alpha worried more than anyone you had ever met. He wasn’t offended, though. In fact, he gave you a mischievous look. “Unless you’re planning on sending me something you don’t want anyone else seeing?”

You shook your head, grinning. Alpha was the ultimate soldier and you privately believed him to be the best trooper in the entire GAR, but sometimes, he was such an ordinary man that it made your heart hurt.

The two of you had a good sex life - a great one, if you were being fully honest. Certainly better than you had experienced with previous lovers. But sending dirty messages and images was a little further than you typically went. Not that you especially objected to the idea, but there wasn’t much need for it when you and Alpha lived on the same planet.

“Nothing like that!” you replied, sounding overly defensive even to yourself. Your smile faded as you thought about your real reasons. “If there really is an information leak, we still haven’t been able to find it. It’s unlikely, but possible that the Separatists have found a way to intercept and decode private transmissions. If that’s the case, anything we say could be accessed and used to hurt you.”

“Or you,” Alpha added, looking just as solemn.

“Or me,” you agreed, “though I’m not the one who’s on his way to a mission out in the galaxy.”

“It’s not ‘out in the galaxy’, neverd’ika,” Alpha disagreed, sounding amused and exasperated. “I’m investigating an unusual object. I’ll be a few hours from Kamino, less than a day’s travel. That’s the reason they assigned me: I’m the closest one.”

“And you’ll still have that team with you, right?” you asked, knowing he had answered the question before, but unable to keep from requesting reassurance.

“Of course,” Alpha confirmed, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly a moment later. “Karkin’ commandos. Just my luck. Good thing this is a short mission. Much more than a week with any of ‘em and I’d be court-martialed for friendly fire.”

You nodded, giving a perfunctory smile at his joke as you toyed with the comlink. Alpha stilled your fingers, sliding down until he was cradling your hands in his own. “I want to hear from you every day.”

“But- what if it’s not safe..?” Your voice was quiet, and you hated the uncertainty in it. Alpha didn’t need you to doubt everything he told you. He needed you to be strong. You lifted your chin, forcing a smile as you met his eyes. “Never mind. If you say it’s safe, it’s safe. I trust you, Alpha.”

Alpha frowned at that - the opposite of what you had wanted. “Good, but I don’t want blind faith. You’re clever and you think for yourself. You always have. If you want an explanation, all you have to do is ask for one. Hell, I’ll give you one anyway.”

With a gentle tug, Alpha directed you over to the bed. When you had sat down on the edge of it, he knelt in front of you. The height difference meant you were almost eye-level with him as he said, “I know a trooper named Ordo. He’s good with comms. Probably the best I’ve ever known, but I’d never tell him that. I asked him to modify our comlinks, give them a private connection that can’t be accessed by anyone else.”

“That’s impossible,” you told him, the rote response springing from you before you could bite it back. But you had worked for the Senate for a long time. There was no such thing as a truly private comm channel.

“Exactly what he told me,” Alpha confirmed with a nod. “But he did make it very difficult to access. By his estimate, it would take a dedicated slicer almost a week of continuous work to have access to the conversations. I want to hear from you, but we won’t be in contact that often. All the encryption does is buy time until I can get back here. Does that make you feel any better?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face when he started pressing kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’ll miss you, little one.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you assured him, trying to pull him closer.

“Impossible,” he decreed, letting you move him until you could give him a deep kiss. You tried to pour your feelings for him into it. You may have done too good a job - when you pulled away, you were both breathing heavy and Alpha’s eyes were dark. If you had more time, there was a good chance it would have continued into something more.

“I’ll be back before you know it, neverd’ika,” he promised, standing.

You stood, too, wrapping him the tightest hug you could manage. He squeezed you for a second, pushing the breath from your lungs with even that casual show of strength.

And then he was gone.

After Alpha left Kamino - boarding a ship with a group of commandos who worked under the name Omega Squad - you threw yourself into work. You were still on temporary assignment with General Ti and Commander Colt, working to track down the source of the information leak. There had been no real breakthroughs, though, and you were losing any hope of finding the leak.

But that didn’t mean you were working any less hard. You had gone through all of the bounty hunters during the first week and caught no signs of suspicious behavior on the holocams. General Ti hadn’t sensed anything from the Force about anyone in particular, though she warned that it was an inexact method. If the person wasn’t planning to betray the Republic or didn’t see their actions as a betrayal, she had explained, there wouldn’t be any sign of guilt in their Force signature.

Commander Colt had been skeptical of her findings, but had reluctantly admitted that he hadn’t caught any suspicious responses from the bounty hunters, either.

Since then, you had moved on to other potential sources of information. In particular, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Alpha’s half-asleep suggestion that information wasn’t passing through Kamino’s communications system at all. You had brought that potential up to General Ti and Commander Colt, knowing that they would give Alpha’s opinion the weight it deserved. They had suggested that you move on to studying arrivals and departures from Kamino.

At first, you had been ecstatic, certain that the new direction would give the answers you hadn’t found from the bounty hunters. But you were several days into studying the logs and there were no obvious sources.

You heaved a deep sigh, staring down at the list of ships that had docked at Kamino’s ports. It was an incredibly short list, made shorter by removing the vessels you had already researched.

“Cheer up, kid,” Commander Colt urged you. “We’ll find it eventually.”

You eyed him, tempted to remind him that you were certainly older than him, but refrained. Things like that only seemed to cause arguments with the troopers.

“Do we really have that kind of time?” you asked instead. “If information is being leaked from Kamino, we need to find the source as soon as possible.”

“I did not ask for your help so you could attempt to carry the burden yourself,” General Ti said serenely. “You must remember that our attempts can only be considered failures if we lose hope of finding what we seek.”

You squinted at her, but respect kept you from replying. It did amuse you to see that Commander Colt looked just as unconvinced by her reasoning as you did. It was probably a sign of the differences in philosophy between the Jedi and the rest of the galaxy. The Jedi were trained to consider their own response to their surroundings. That was a healthy way to live, but neither you nor Commander Colt hadn’t been given that opportunity. In the majority of the galaxy, you were expected to produce results.

“What do we do, then?” you asked.

“We continue our list,” General Ti told you, as though it had been the most obvious answer. Perhaps it had been. “If we have found nothing when we are finished, we will consider a new angle. There is little point in giving in halfway through an investigation.”

“That’s true,” you admitted, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m gonna get some caf,” Commander Colt announced, ignoring the fact that you had started only an hour before and it was extremely early for a break. He stood from the small table and gave you a firm look. “I’ll bring one back for you.”

“Excellent idea, Commander,” General Ti praised. “Meanwhile, I am going to meditate on this matter. We shall resume our investigation in half an hour.”

You nodded silently, but they were already moving - Commander Colt in the direction of the nearest caf station and General Ti for… somewhere she could meditate. No matter how much time you spent around Jedi, you had a feeling that you would never fully understand them.

Left alone in the empty room, you sighed again and studied the list. You had analyzed and notated it days ago. The names that had been crossed out were cleared of suspicion. The ones with check marks were military vessels. That didn’t mean they were automatically innocent, but it meant that tracking down their crew members would be much easier.

The few non-military ships mostly belonged to food and clothing vendors, a company that helped maintain the wave attenuators that generated Kamino’s power, and a handful of powerful people who had been invited to visit Kamino as part of a publicity campaign. Apparently, Dranulo’s actions in bribing Brid into having you removed from the report had echoed much further than Kamino was comfortable with. They were trying to correct their image. Unfortunately, that may have opened them up to an information breach.

You were so absorbed in calculating all the permutations of potential leaks that you didn’t pay much attention to the door opening. It was rather soon for Commander Colt to have returned with caf. The nearest station was still a considerable walk from the makeshift conference room. He would have needed to sprint to be back this soon.

And you didn’t smell caf at all.

That was enough to make you glance up, suspicion growing in your chest. Your wariness was immediately justified when your gaze locked with that of Doni Pender.

You were standing before you could remember having moved. Dimly, you recognized that your training was starting to improve your reflexes, but most of your brain was caught in a surge of adrenaline.

Pender’s eyes widened and he took a half-step back. He held his hands up, palms up to show you that he didn’t intend any harm, but you didn’t relax in the slightest.

“If you do anything suspicious, I’ll show you everything I’ve learned in the last few weeks,” you warned, somewhat nonsensically. He didn’t know you had been taking lessons in self-defense with Zackra Trem. He also didn’t know that, unlike the last interaction you had with him, you could now both take and throw a punch. But if he pushed you, you promised yourself, he would find out.

“Wait, I’m just here to talk,” Pender said quickly, voice pleading. “I need your help.”

“What are we supposed to be looking for?” Fi asked.

Alpha heaved a sigh. He could answer the man, but chances were that it wouldn’t be anything close to professional. Fi was flippant to the point of irresponsibility, something that could end up being a danger to the entire squad and Alpha himself if the mission turned into a combat situation

Fortunately, the leader of Omega Squad responded before Alpha could be too tempted to reply. “An unusual object, Fi.”

Niner was a good man. Alpha heartily approved of him… though he wouldn’t tell him so. That wasn’t the kind of thing you told a trooper, at least not until you had given him a chance to prove you wrong. But Niner was the kind of man Alpha would describe as ‘steady’, someone he could trust to have his back if things went south.

“Don’t you ever pay attention to the briefings?” Atin asked. “It’s been in every one we’ve gotten so far.”

Atin was serious and sharp. Alpha didn’t know for sure what had given him the scar that ran down his face - even if he could guess, having read that the man had been trained by Sergeant Walon Vau - but it was the kind of thing that gave a man some serious edges.

Fi snorted. “You call those briefings? I learn more from listening to civvie news networks.”

Darman, the final member of Omega Squad, shrugged. “Republic intel, Fi. What do you expect?”

Darman was one of the quietest troopers Alpha had ever come across. Normally, troopers in groups were exuberant, verging on obnoxious. Darman, on the other hand, was calm to the point of introspective. He hadn’t said more than a few words since Alpha had stepped onto the ship. Some may have been tempted to call him easy-going, but Alpha had a suspicion that the trooper’s mind was always churning. What was that old civvie phrase about still waters?

Alpha cracked his knuckles, leaning forward to peer out of the ship’s viewport. “According to the intel, we should be approaching the object now.”

“Intel says here?” Fi checked, already grinning in appreciation of his own wit. “Then where are we gonna start looking?”

Alpha fixed him with an unamused stare. “Find somewhere else to be or we’ll check the pressure regulation on that fancy armor of yours.”

Seriously, what kind of squad special-ordered black Katarn armor?

“Fi, take a walk,” Niner ordered, jerking a thumb to the back of the ship. There wasn’t enough space to get him fully out of earshot, but it was a start.

Alpha flicked the switch that activated the ship’s high-powered radar. Maybe Omega Squad had the time to joke around and perform a leisurely search to complete the mission, but Alpha had places to be and someone to get back to.

And that wasn’t to mention that he had been fighting off a gnawing sense that something was coming. That something was wrong.

He pulled his mind back to the task at hand, studying the radar screen with a ferocity spurred on by thoughts of how much he despised leaving you alone on Kamino. Unfortunately, the radar didn’t prove as easy to influence as a sentient being. Alpha was met with a stubborn blankness that was even less helpful than the blankness of the star-studded galaxy stretching out in front of the ship’s nose.

With an unintelligible growl, he glanced sideways at Niner. “Is Fi your tech specialist?”

“No, that would be Atin,” came the welcome answer, followed by a summoning, “Atin.”

Atin appeared just beside Alpha’s chair. “Captain?”

“Can you boost the power of this radar system?” Alpha asked.

After a moment’s hesitation, Atin said, “Do you mean the range?”

“No, I mean the power,” Alpha told him impatiently. Kriff sake, if he had meant the range, he would have said the range. “I want to see if anything nearby is suspicious.”

“That’s not… not really something a radar is capable of doing,” Atin denied. “But I can program the computer to give more detailed information about the intercepted pulses.”

“Good enough,” Alpha confirmed with a nod, watching Atin make the correct adjustments. In another life, he would have made a good ARC trooper. Alpha decided against telling Atin that. More likely than not, it would only offend the man.

ARCs and commandos had an interesting relationship. Commandos - the early ones, at least - were trained by the Cuy’val Dar, many of whom had personal or business connections with Jango Fett. Many were Mandalorians, most were bounty hunters, and all were fierce. There were some who emphasized survival and brotherhood, like Kal Skirata, while others favored training styles that were more vicious.

But all commandos, regardless of who had trained them, were uneasy around ARCs.

Alpha’s personal theory was that their discomfort came from a lack of understanding. Commandos were born into their role. They had been designated for special training and assignments from the first stages of their planning. The kaminii altered genes, everyone knew that, but commandos had a different type of genes than normal troopers.

ARCs were exactly the opposite of commandos. They were special because of what they did, not the specifics of their design. Ordinary men placed in extraordinary circumstances who thought or performed so far above their specifications that the Republic designated them as being capable of more.

Of course, commandos were the most uneasy around the Alpha ARCs. Alpha and his brothers had been trained by Jango himself, and Fett had been harsher on them than the worst member of the Cuy’val Dar. The Alpha ARCs had been trained to place the mission before anything else. It was more important than civilian casualties - hell, more than any casualties, even the men themselves. The mission came first, always. Anything less was a failure, and Fett didn’t tolerate failure. More than once, Alpha’s black and white decision-making had alienated the commandos, the Jedi, and Cuy’val Dar alike.

So, no, Alpha didn’t plan on telling Atin that he would have made a good ARC.

The radar was adjusted in short order and Alpha applied his focus to interpreting the tangled mass of results that flooded his screen. After only a moment, he glanced over at Atin, stabbing a finger at the screen. “What is this?”

Atin apparently had zero faith in Alpha’s ability to understand basic tech codes and specs, since he began an explanation of the general information. “Every section is broken down into the same pattern: distance, hardness, materials, and-”

“I know that, trooper,” Alpha bit out impatiently. He tapped his finger on the same spot in the wall of text. “But this in particular. It’s saying the radar intercepted a close, non-organic structure. It’s solid and metallic, but the only thing I see out here are asteroids.”

Abruptly, the cockpit was much more crowded. Darman stood between Niner’s chair and Atin, with Fi craning his neck in an attempt to see over both of them.

“Where does the scan say that information was picked up, captain?” Niner asked.

When Alpha had rattled off the coordinates, Niner oriented the ship so that they were looking directly at the place in question. Clones weren’t psychic, but Alpha was willing to bet that they were all thinking the same thing: the only thing at those coordinates was a single asteroid, slowly rotating as they watched.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lone asteroid,” Fi said. To his own shock, Alpha agreed with the statement.

“It’s not,” Darman said suddenly, pointing past it. There was an asteroid field to the right ship’s viewport. The field was nearby, not close enough for the suspicious asteroid to belong to it. “It looks like it may have started as part of that.”

“Looks like there’s a ship on it,” Niner warned. Alpha eyed the asteroid even closer and found that the sergeant was correct. A ship was just rotating into view, a noticeable spot even on the medium-sized asteroid. “I’m not finding any signs of life onboard.”

“Should we try to hail it?” Fi asked.

“Don’t bother,” Atin told him. “Look at it. It’s an older ship and not in good repair. If there was anyone onboard when it landed, they’re dead now. We should just tell the GAR that it was a false alarm.”

Alpha agreed with Atin’s factual statement, but not his conclusion. “We’re getting a closer look.”

There was a groan from behind him that Alpha was willing to bet had come from Fi, but he ignored it. Something strange was going on, and he wasn’t stupid enough to assume everything was safe. Not when there was so much at stake.

When the ship was close enough to study the abandoned vessel, Alpha admitted to himself that Atin had been right about the lack of need to hail it. At least one of the transparisteel windows was broken, and there was a large hole in the side of the ship besides. Nothing in there was alive. By any GAR or Republic standard, they could consider their mission complete and Alpha could return to Kamino.

“Suit up, men,” he ordered tersely, using the co-pilot’s controls to land their ship beside the mysterious one. “We’re going in.”

There was a moment’s pause after the order. One of Omega Squad - Darman, Alpha was fairly sure - asked, “We’re… going to explore the abandoned ship, sir?”

“Yes.”

After delivering his single-word answer, Alpha pushed through them all to get to his own pressure- and atmospheric-regulating gear. He had no interest in waiting for them to figure out that he was serious; he was on a schedule.

The inside of the craft was just as abandoned as it had seemed from the outside. There was little dust in the vacuum of space, but Alpha could imagine the way grime would have built up on every surface if it had been somewhere planet-side. The cracked windows made even the interior feel raw, fully exposed to the uncaring void of the universe yawning just beyond the transparisteel.

They weren’t close enough to the nearest sun to get much light - and the asteroid was rotating too quickly for to estimate when that light would hit - so the troopers relied on their helmet lamps to see the ship’s interior. The beams cut through the gloom as best they could, but even five pairs could only do so much. Every man was limited to the space where his helmet was pointed.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Niner asked.

“Anything suspicious,” Alpha told him, plucking a length of cord from where it was drifting through the space in front of him. With neat, efficient motions, he wrapped it into a tight roll and stowed it on his belt. There was no use leaving perfectly good materials behind.

“This whole place is suspicious,” Atin muttered, though Alpha could still hear him clearly through the HUD’s communications channel.

“Then find something that proves it’s an abandoned vessel and we can leave,” he replied.

Darman paused halfway through the process of inspecting the fogged-over control panel in the cockpit. “What exactly would that look like?”

“A body,” Alpha said. The silence that stretched through the comm channel was tense.

A scrap of flimsi was tucked haphazardly into a crevice between two of the jump seats and Alpha worked it free with careful fingers. When he spread it out, he frowned. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, men. I just found a bill of sale for this ship.”

“Is there a date on it?” Niner asked.

Alpha studied the flimsi more closely, scanning through the standard details to find what he was looking for. “About six months ago.”

When he looked up, all four members of Omega Squad were staring back at him, the blue tint of their visors showing him exactly where they were despite the black armor. He folded the paper and tucked it securely into a pouch on his belt. “Anyone up for a trip to the next level down?”

They weren’t enthused by it, but Omega dutifully tromped down the steep stairs behind him, struggling much less with the narrow stairwell than Alpha did. When they reached the bottom, Alpha found a sealed door blocking their way.

He reported the finding through the inter-HUD channel and was met by unexpected excitement from Darman. “I can blast the door! I have some detonator tape in my kit-”

“No,” Alpha refused crankily. Switching places with a commando on an already cramped stairwell didn’t rank high on his list of enjoyable activities.

“What are you gonna do, then-” Fi started to ask, voice full of scarcely hidden mocking.

Alpha balanced his weight on his back foot, leaned into it, and kicked the door with the other. The thin layer of durasteel bent noticeably under the blow and a single strike from his shoulder took it off completely. He was too old, too mature, and too highly ranked to throw a mocking reply back at Fi, but Alpha did allow himself to toss a single look over his shoulder.

Fi didn’t say anything else.

When he stepped through the doorway, Alpha paused. It took some time to process what he was seeing, but he managed after only a moment. He was in a decompression chamber, something no ship would ever have in the middle of two floors.

“Atin,” he barked, feeling the jolt that ran through Omega Squad. “Get up here.”

Atin appeared beside Alpha in the small chamber. Only a slight intake of breath told him that Atin was as surprised by the decomp chamber as Alpha had been.

“We need to get through that door,” Alpha said, tipping his head to indicate the pressure-locked door in front of him. “But we don’t want to risk depressurizing whatever is down here. Ideas?”

“Sometimes, certain facilities have multiple decompression chambers,” Atin said, but he sounded doubtful. “It’d be a lot easier to guess if this one does if I knew what it was.”

“We don’t have the benefit of intel here,” Alpha reminded him sharply. “That door’s not meant to hold up to this kind of pressure long-term, so we have to move quickly. What can we do?”

“In a ship this size?” Atin paused, glancing overhead like he could see through the durasteel to gauge the ship’s dimensions. “I can slice the panel and open the door, we all rush in, and then close the door and hope it holds. But there’s no guarantee-”

“We have suits,” Alpha interrupted. “I want to avoid tipping anyone off with a pressure change, but it’s more important that we find out what’s going on here than to keep a low profile. Slice the panel if you can. If you get stuck or it takes more than a minute, we’ll get Darman in here to blast it open.”

“A minute is more than enough time,” Atin said, already moving to the panel as he pulled a slicing kit from his belt.

Alpha watched the process in silence. He and Atin had been speaking on the group’s comm channel. The rest of Omega knew what was going on and they hadn’t asked any questions.

When Atin was in control of the panel, Alpha signaled for them to get ready to move. “I’m first through. Atin’s last so he can close the panel. Niner?”

“Me, then Fi, then Darman,” Niner instructed. “Dar and I will take the left half of the room.”

“I’ll take ahead and Fi can cover the right with backup from Atin after the panel closes,” Alpha finished. “Open it.”

The door slid open reluctantly, clearly struggling under the pressure of being the only barrier between atmosphere and the lack of it.

The moment the gap was wide enough for Alpha to fit through, he did. It was one of the times that his stature worked against him, but with some careful maneuvering, he was through. Omega Squad came through behind him, taking up their positions covering the room while Alpha studied the area straight ahead. Even as the door slid closed behind them, he reported, “Clear.”

“Clear,” every commando reported.

Alpha stayed on guard, but his shoulders eased slightly. From those reports, there was no one in the room. No combat. No immediate threat. More importantly, the room was small, extremely basic. The only thing of note it held was a ladder, leaning against the wall.

“A storage room?” Fi guessed.

“Why would they need a ladder?” Darman asked. “They have a staircase inside of the ship and stairs built-in everywhere they might need to go.”

“And a storage room wouldn’t need a decompression chamber before you entered it,” Niner pointed out.

“This is a secondary decompression chamber,” Atin said, pointing around the room to various components. “Maybe the first one was a fail-safe, maybe it was just another set of doors to decrease the strain, but this is definitely a decomp chamber.”

Alpha watched the squad’s heart rates increase as he began stomping around the room, the boots of his armor striking the floor as hard as he could manage.

“What are you doing, Captain?” Niner asked.

“If this is a decompression chamber, that means it leads somewhere,” Alpha told him. “And since there’s a ladder, chances are that it leads up or down. We’ve already seen upstairs.”

The breath one of the men took was full of realization, but Alpha had already found what he had been looking for: a small panel in the floor. The hollow sound it had made when he stomped on it was slight, but definitely audible. When he studied it more intensely, he could see the near-invisible hinges and handle on the panel. It was the work of a moment to open it.

Omega Squad slowly and silently approached to stand beside Alpha as they all stared down at what had been revealed. There was a darkness under the panel, a hollow of empty space that still seemed to be enclosed. There had been a hiss, Alpha recollected, when he had first lifted the small piece of durasteel. A bit of pressure, too.

“We didn’t depressurize this room,” Fi mused, the hush of his voice turning the simple statement into something menacing. “The only reason that should have hissed was if the lack of atmosphere was leaking into somewhere… pressurized.”

Alpha begrudgingly made a new estimate of Fi’s intelligence.

“Judging from the current pressure of this room,” Darman said, “whatever’s down there was either a remarkably large space or highly pressurized. The pressure and oxygen content are capable of supporting human life.”

A check of his own gauges confirmed Darman’s calculations. There had been a slight dip in pressure, but nothing bad enough to make the space uninhabitable.

“We’re on the bottom floor of the ship, though,” Atin reminded them, sounding rattled. “There shouldn’t be anything below this point.”

“The ship wasn’t lifted up on extended landing gear when we saw it, remember?” Niner prompted. “It was sitting flat against the surface of the asteroid. That’s why we thought it was a crash landing gone wrong. It seems like…”

He trailed off, visor pointed at the newly exposed gap in the floor. The rest of the group finished his hypothesis in silence:

It seemed like this panel led directly into the asteroid itself.

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Author's Note - I am a firm believer that sci-fi doesn't have to actually be based in real-life science, especially when said science takes place in another galaxy. However, I do want to state that there is, in fact, dust in space. It doesn't collect on satellites or the International Space Station because the equipment is moving too quickly for it to cling (or so I gathered from the articles I read), but it exists. Unfortunately, I had already written about how the abandoned ship wasn't dusty and I didn't want to fix it. Sorry if that ruins anyone's immersion!

Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think about this new twist or what you thought of seeing Omega Squad! (For anyone who doesn't know, they are canon characters, found in the Republic Commando novels.) Have a wonderful new year!

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marierg · 11 months ago

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Hey all for anyone who was following our friend Caro (rain on kamino) she's still publishing on AO3! Here's her latest series with the Skirata boys😉

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Republic Commando Series - Karen Traviss Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata/Reader, RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata & RC-1309 | IC-1309 | Niner Skirata Characters: RC-1136 | IC-1136 | Darman Skirata, RC-1309 | IC-1309 | Niner Skirata, RC-8015 | Fi Skirata, RC-3222 | Atin Skirata Additional Tags: First Time, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Pining, Gentle Sex, Porn with Feelings, Their Love Is So, Smut, Angst and Feels, Romance Summary:

It’s only a few hours since his first kiss when an attack on the LAAT prolongs Dar’s sojourn on Saleucami. And while he waits with you in an abandoned barn for his brothers to destroy the Seppie’s comunication station and contact the fleet, you turn his whole world upside down. Time for another first time…

#star wars #omega squad #darman skirata x reader #darman skirata #niner skirata #atin skirata

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arctrooper69 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I just saw your most recent ask, would you ever write for Atin Skirata?

I would! My asks are still open, so feel free to send in a request! However, I will say that it may take me awhile to get it done because I'm still working through a couple months worth of asks and the clone x reader Bingo as well as a few OC pieces.

TLDR: Yes! But it might take a while 😂😍

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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.....pillow walk w Fi? Or maybe like..... him going dOwn o.O?

Why not both?

Oral sex and pillow talk with Fi //NSFW and FLUFF//

Warnings: Oral sex(Female recieving) Dry humping(Fi and the bed)

You gripped Fi’s hair tightly, your back arching off of the mattress. His face was buried between your legs, your thighs quaking around his head. You cried out his name as his tongue slipped inside of you once again, teasing wherever he could reach. You yanked on Fi’s hair more, which drove him wild.

Fi never shut his mouth unless he was eating you out, which is something he’s incredible at. You screamed his name as he ate you out like a starving man, the sounds and moans helping drive you towards your peak

Fi was rutting against the bed wildly, your taste helping him get off. He knew you were getting closer and closer to your next orgasm of the night, your noises even louder and your grip tighter. Fuck, you drove Fi wild with those beautiful noises.

You cried out his name like a prayer when you came, your juices coating his face. Fi moaned loudly, cleaning you up with his tongue. He came with your taste alone, his cum ruining the sheets below him. Fi didn’t care though, he was too focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

Fi crawled up your body once you relaxed against the sheets, clearly basking in your afterglow. Fi kissed you softly, “Our sheets are ruined.” You shrugged and pulled him in for another kiss, you didn’t care about the sheets right now.

~Like an hour or so later~

You laid on the fresh sheets with Fi, snuggled up against his warm chest. His calloused fingers ran along your back, tracing patterns along your skin. His gaze was distant, clearly zoned out and deep in thought.

“What is it Fi?” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. He looked down at you, “Just thinking about my brothers.” You nodded, nodding for him to continue. “I worry about Niner sometimes……...I was lonely until I met you, like really lonely. Atin and Dar have their girls, but Niner has no one……….”

You sat up, running your fingers through his hair. “I…….I just know he’s lonely and he’s always just so…….” You nodded, “I understand.” Fi nods and sighs, resting his head back on the soft pillows. “Maybe he doesn’t want somebody?” You asked softly, Fi shrugged and blew out a breath, “But everyone wants someone, deep down.”

You cupped his cheek and smiled softly, “Baby, it’s okay. Maybe we can help Niner find his own Cyar’ika?” Fi lit up some, “Yeah! That’s a good idea!” You grinned at his excitement.

You crawled up beside him, both of you facing one another. For most of the night you two just talked and talked, till you both finally succumbed to sleep.

Tags: @leias-left-hair-bun @crimson-dxwn @nelba @colorfulloverbatturkey @iamassbuttkingofhell @jedi-mando @ahsokatano-thetogruta @peacefulwizardfox @hounding-around @catsnkooks @julyzaa @feathersforclones @chr0nicbackpain @strangebroadwaykinks @jedi-nila-rhyn @commanderrivercc-3628 @simping-for-fives

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Hi 😄 might I request sth for Atin from one of the kiss prompts, I believe it was sth like „Finger tracing their bottom lip, eyes never leaving their parted lips, before meeting them in the middle again, because one time isn’t enough“ ? Thank you!

Just One More

Summary: When Atin returns from being gone for so long, you find yourself horrible distracted by him.

Pairing: Atin Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 690

Warnings: Making out

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: Hihi! I'm so sorry this took so long to get to, but I finally came up with an idea that made me happy! Thank you so much for your request! Please feel free to send more!! ❤️

Divider by Saradika

“My brothers say that our relationship doesn’t make sense,”

You start and drop your bag on the ground as you hear Atin’s unexpected voice from behind you. You spin on your heels and beam at Atin, “You’re back!”

“I’m back.” Atin agrees, holding his arms open for you as you fling yourself into his arms. He catches you and holds you in a tight hug, and he presses a light kiss to the top of your head as you press yourself as close to him as you can.

Eventually you pull away and look up into his eyes, your delighted smile never once fading, “I wasn’t expecting you for at least a couple of weeks!” And then you blink at him, his original comment finally registering, “What do you mean we don’t make sense?”

Atin chuckles, and tugs on the jacket you’re wearing. It’s covered in storm clouds and suns, since you were teaching your students about the weather today. “They say that you’re super fun and interesting, and I’m not either. So I must be blackmailing you.”

Your jaw drops, “That’s so mean!”

“Well, that’s family for you.”

“Besides, I asked you out, not the other way around!” You continue, offended on his behalf.

“Yeah, they don’t know that.” Atin replies easily, “I didn’t tell them that.”

You squint at him, “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing. They saw us on a date and then decided to snoop on both of us.” He sighs, “Anyway, they want to meet you.”

“They do? I thought they didn’t approve?”

“They don’t approve of me dating you. They like you.”

“What? That’s awful!”

“Oh, cyare.” He cups your face with his hands, a grin on his handsome face, “You’re far too soft hearted.” Atin teases as he squishes your cheeks together.

“I teach kindergarten, I’m allowed!” You reply.

Atin laughs quietly, “You are allowed. I cherish how softhearted you are. Because you’re just as soft with me.” He leans in to lightly bump his forehead against yours. And you smile and close your eyes as you lean into his touch.

The pair of you are quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other's company after being separated for as long as you have been, and then Atin gently strokes your cheek, “Did you have a good day, cyare?”

“I did. We learned about the weather today.” You say quietly, “My kids are so adorable.” You add with a fond little smile.

“Hm…adorable enough to want your own?” Atin asks, his voice just as soft as yours.

“Mm…maybe, someday.” You open your eyes to look into his, “Are you offering?” Your voice is light and warm, teasing but not judgemental.

“Maybe, someday.” He repeats your words to you, and then tilts your head back so he’s able to catch your lips in a gentle kiss. A gentle kiss that becomes much, much more passionate as he pulls you closer.

When he breaks the kiss, your lips are parted and you’re watching him through half-lidded eyes.

Atin’s thumb traces over your bottom lip, and his gaze remains locked on your lips. Your tongue lightly brushes against his thumb, and a groan rumbles from his throat. He leans in for another kiss, and you meet him halfway.

With you two, one kiss is never enough. Neither is two or three. When you’re together, you can’t seem to keep your hands or your lips off each other.

You break the kiss this time, and Atin chases your lips, causing you to giggle, “We should-,” You’re cut off when his lips succeed in catching your own in a deep kiss.

“We-” It happens again.

“We need to-” And again.

“Can’t stay here,” You finally manage to get out, as his lips hover over yours.

“Just one more,” Atin pleads, as his breath fans across your face, “Just one more kiss, and then we can leave.”

“Okay,” You whisper, “Just one more.”

Atin’s lips crash against yours, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he holds you flush against him.

And when that kiss turns into another one, and another…well, you’re not surprised.

#star wars #tcw #atin skirata x reader #atin x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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*chants* ATIN ATIN ATIN 😍🙌🏻

would you mind writing more for this sweet boi? He deserves to feel safe and loved and get all the kisses, maybe with the „I’d let you take my breath away like this everyday if I could.“ prompt?

you’ve been really spoiling us these days ❤️

Forever

Summary: It's date night with Atin!

Pairing: Atin Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 893

Warnings: Suggestive hints near the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I needed time to come up with a good idea, and I think I'm happy with it. Enjoy having two people in love!

Divider by Saradika

“Cyare,” Atin’s voice is a distinct whine as he watches you move from one side of the kitchen to the other, cleaning up after the dinner you made him. “It’ll hold until the morning.”

“But I don’t want to clean it in the morning,” You retort with a hidden smile, “I want to clean it now.”

Strong arms hook around your waist and he sets his chin on your shoulder, “Babe,” He lightly nuzzles under your ear, “Wouldn’t you rather spend time with me?” Atin asks, his voice low and tempting.

You don’t bother trying to hide your smile this time, “I am spending time with you, Atin. This is me spending time with you.” You reach up and lightly set your hand on his cheek, and lovingly trail your thumb over his cheekbone, “I’m almost done, love.”

His grip tightens around you, and he presses a slow, lingering kiss under your ear. Atin hums thoughtfully as he considers your words, and then you feel him grin, “Well then, don’t let me distract you.”

“What do you-” Your question is cut off with a startled yelp when you feel his lips trail to your shoulder, and he starts entertaining himself by marking your shoulder and neck, “Atin!”

He chuckles against your neck, “Mm, love it when you say my name like that, cyare.” He kisses the red mark on your shoulder, and then moves his lips a little higher, “I thought you said you needed to finish cleaning.”

“...I do.” You reply slowly, your breath coming out in a shaky exhale as he nibbles his way up your neck to your jaw, “How many marks do you intend to leave on me?” you ask as you reach for the next dirty dish.

“Well…” You feel his tongue trail down your throat, “That depends on how long you take to finish in here, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not fair,” You whine, as you set the dish in the sink and try to turn in his embrace, but he just tightens his grip around you, refusing to let you turn.

“You said you needed to finish the dishes before you could focus on me,” Atin reminds you with a grin, “So. Finish the dishes.”

“Mean,” You whine.

“Am I?”

“Yes,” You pout at him as best as you can without being able to face him.

“You poor thing,” He coos in your ear, “How are you ever going to survive?” His lips ghost around the shell of your ear, and he lightly catches the lobe of your ear between his teeth.

The noise that slips from your lips is something between a groan of frustration and a moan of pleasure, and Atin apparently really likes that noise, because he nibbles on your ear again, to try and pull that noise from you for the second time.

This time his name leaves your lips in a whine, and he laughs softly. “That was a new noise, cyar’ika.” He kisses your cheek, “I thought I knew all of the noises you make already.” Atin adds thoughtfully.

You feel your face heat, “Now you’re just picking on me.”

He laughs again, and spins you in his arms so you’re facing him. And then he presses you so your back is pressed against the kitchen counter. “Only a little bit, cyar’ika.” His grin is infectious, and you can’t help but grin right back at him, “I wonder what other new noises can I pull from you?”

Your hands slide up to rest on his chest, and you stand on your toes to brush your lips against his.

Atin instantly deepens the kiss, one of his hands sliding to cup the back of your head as he tries to steal the breath from your very lungs and replace it with himself.

And when he breaks the kiss, you're breathless and have a lovestruck smile on your face. “I love it when you kiss me like that,” You breathe out.

“Is that right?” Atin asks with a slightly smug grin.

“Mm,” You press a light kiss to his jaw, as you tried to control your racing heart, “I’d let you take my breath away like this every day, if I could.” You admit with a small grin.

Atin releases a quiet groan, and crashes his lips against yours again, “Stars, I love you so much.” He mumbles against your lips.

“I love you too,” You whisper in return.

He pulls away slightly, and his gaze is heated, “Bedroom. Or living room. I don’t care, just somewhere where there isn’t food.”

You consider him for a moment, and then you smile. It’s a small, impish, little thing, and as soon as Atin sees it, the heat in his gaze intensifies. “You want me, darling?” You ask softly.

“Need you, not want.” Atin replies.

You kiss his cheek, and then press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Well then,” A giggle slips from you as you duck and twist out of his grip and move just out of reach, “Catch me if you can~”

A delighted grin crosses Atin’s face as he watches you dance just out of reach. He peels his shirt off, tossing it on the kitchen table and smoothly follows you out of the kitchen.

He’s not going to need it in a bit anyway. After all, he always catches you.

#star wars #tcw #atin skirata x reader #atin x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Hi! I'm pretty shy when it comes to asks but I love your writing and I was wondering if you'd be able to write a fluff piece for Atin Skirata with the prompt "i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it." With him saying it?

Hihi! And I'm happy to write this request for you!

Trust Me

Summary: Atin Skirata wants to earn your trust, more than anything.

Pairing: Atin Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 998

Warnings: Badly depicted mentions of a panic attack

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: So, while I have had panic attacks before, I realized today that I can't quite put into words what I feel, so I am sorry if this doesn't feel quite right. Also, I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted.

Divider by Saradika

War sucks. You know this. You’ve known this since you were a child trying to survive a civil war on your home planet. You’ve known this since you were forced into military service when you were a teenager.

You thought- hoped- that when you finally escaped your home planet that you would never have to deal with another war ever again.

And then an intergalactic war broke out that encompassed the entire galaxy.

It was like the gods or the force or whatever divine entity ruled the galaxy took one look at you, and said “fuck you in particular”.

At least you weren’t fighting in this war. No one was pressuring you into joining the military and fighting for the cause. Because, yeah, no. Not happening.

The downside, of course, is that the planet you now call home is home to a military garrison. A military garrison home to hundreds of soldiers, or more. And it’s not like you can just leave and find a planet without a military presence. Because apparently it doesn’t exist.

And it’s not like you hate the clones. Because you don’t. You don’t even hate soldiers.

It’s just that seeing men in armor carrying weapons sends a stab of panic through your very being, and you know that this is a trauma response to being a child soldier, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re absolutely terrified of the Republic Army.

Or, well, their armor?

You glance up when the bell hanging on the door to the shop chimes, and you grimace when you see several men in armor enter the shop. You send a mental curse to whichever deity hates you so much, and then you duck your head so you don’t have to look at them.

If you can’t see the armor, you probably won’t freak out. Maybe.

“Ah, there you are mesh’la,” You mentally release another curse as one of the clones steps over to you. There’s only one person who calls you that, and that’s only because you’ve been adamant about not telling him your name.

“I’m working,” You say to Atin bluntly.

“I can see that.” He sounds amused, “You’re not even going to look at me when I make today’s guess about your name?”

“Unless you have my datapad taped to your face, I really don’t see any reason to look up.” You reply.

“Wow, that must be some interesting work you’ve got there,” Atin jokes quietly.

“It’s work, it keeps me fed and a roof over my head.” You say lightly. It’s not so bad, talking to him when you can’t see his armor. Too bad he’s always wearing his armor.

And then there’s a crash from the back of the store and your head snaps up. A child in the back of the store bumped into an empty rack and knocked it over, but that’s not what caught your attention.

Your gaze is locked on the black armor standing right in front of you. Your ears are ringing. Your vision starts going gray around the edges as it becomes hard to breathe-

You stumble back away from the counter, “Have to go,” you gasp out to no one, or maybe to Atin, you’re not sure, and you stumble out the side door and into the alleyway, where you lean your head against the cool concrete.

The sound of blaster fire and explosives echo faintly in your ears, and your hands curl into fists as you try to ground yourself by dragging your knuckles against the bricks.

“Mesh’la?” A gloved hand sets on your back, between your shoulder blades, and you jerk in surprise and alarm.

You see black armor and several ugly curses fall from your lips as the panic increases to the point where you fear that you’re going to just stop breathing. You press your hand against the chest plate and push, and you’re momentarily surprised when the plate actually moves away.

You spin back against the wall, dragging your knuckles even more roughly down the bricks. The pain wasn’t grounding you like it normally did.

“Mesh’la?”

“Not helping,” You manage to ground out.

“How can I help?” Atin asks.

“Away. Just…Go.”

You’re vaguely aware of him moving away, but then you’re too focused on keeping yourself on your feet, and breathing, and not throwing up.

And then something warm presses against the back of your neck and something cold presses against your lips, “Open.”

An order, easy to follow, and you part your lips for the cold thing.

And then you realize that there’s ice in your mouth, the biting cold snapping you back to yourself faster than anything ever before. Atin is standing next to you, his hand on the back of your neck, and he’s…not wearing his armor?

You shoot him a puzzled look, and a wry smile crosses his face, “I realized that my armor was making things worse, mesh’la. So I took off the chest plate.”

You eye him suspiciously for a moment. You don’t hate him, but you also don’t trust him.

And Atin’s smile becomes even more wry, as he pulls his hand away from your neck and presses a cup full of ice into your hands, “I know you can't believe it yet, but I promise you can trust me. Whenever you're ready to rely on me, I'll be here for you. I swear it.”

“Why?” You ask, bewildered.

Atin shrugs, “Under all that armor, I’m just a guy, mesh’la. Is it so weird that I want you to look at me?”

You look even more puzzled, and he smiles at you, “You should go back inside, I pulled my brothers out. No one will go inside in armor anymore, I promise.”

“Oh…thank you.”

“I want you to like me, love. If that means making all of my brothers' lives a little more complicated…well, I’m happy to do it.” Atin smiles and guides you back to the door, “I’ll come and see you later.”

#star wars #tcw #atin skirata x reader #atin x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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vodika-vibes · 8 months ago

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This is the Masterlist for my 500 followers event

This is now long enough to need to be put under a readmore

500 Followers Event Announcement - Ended

Love Is Patient - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

I'll Wait Forever - Post-Stasis Kix x F!Reader

Time For Us - Captain Rex x F!Reader (18+)

Worth It - Clone Assassin x F!Reader (18+)

Fall Into Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Not Broken - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Summer Love - Captain Howzer x F!Reader

Mountain Romance - TBB Tech x F!Reader

Morning Light - Captain Keeli x F!Reader

Sugar and Spice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Colors of Fall - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Comfort - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader

Not A Question Of Worth - Commander Fox x GN!Reader

I'm Not Jealous - Captain Howzer x GN!Reader

Under The Summer Sun - Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

I See You - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader

Forever - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader

Under The Moonlight - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

You Make My World Brighter - TBB Echo x F!Reader

I Can Fix That - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Winter Wonderland - Jango Fett x F!Reader

First Choice - Clone Medic Kix x Reader

Life Day Conversations - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader

So This Is Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

It's Always Been You - Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Hero - Captain Rex x F!Reader

No Power - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Confession - Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader

Heartbeat - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

Just The Two Of Us - Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader

Sunset Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader

Pumpkin Spice - Commander Fox x GN!Reader

I Can Wait - Captain Rex x F!Reader

Trapped - Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Love Language - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader

Understanding - ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader

April Showers - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader (Smut)

Butterfly Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader

Shiny - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Enjoy The Show - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

I'll Protect You - TBB Hunter x GN!Reader

Because It's You - TBB Tech & F!Reader

Silent Night - Darman Skirata x F!Reader

For Always and Forever - Clone Commando Scorch x GN!Reader

Spread Your Wings - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

And The Cicadas Sang - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

First Time In Forever - Captain Gregor x GN!Reader

Just Like This - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Better Together - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech

Satisfied - Captain Rex x GN!Reader

You're Worth It - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Safe and Sound - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Beloved - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech

Easier - Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Midnight Love - Commander Colt x GN!Reader

Theirs - Commander Fox x F!Reader x Commander Wolffe

Syrupy Kisses - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

This Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Love Is A Choice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader, TBB Omega, TBB Echo

Brighter Than The Sun - Commander Neyo x F!Reader

Take A Chance - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader

My Choice Remains - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Tell Me - Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Your Love - Captain Wilco x GN!Reader

What It Means To Love - Atin Skirata x F!Reader

Silent Night - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Almost As Pretty As You - Darman Skirata x F!Reader

A Change Of Pace - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Defying Gravity - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader (18+)

Forever Is A Long Time - Rebels Rex x GN!Reader

#vodika vibes 500 follower event #masterlist #I thought I made this before hand #guess not lol

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my Masterlist version 3.0~

Well, actually, it’s a masterlist of my masterlists! I apparently had too many links for one masterlist and Tumblr said “lol, no.”

Anyway! Thank you for your patience while I sorted this whole mess out, and I hope you enjoy your stay!

Also! You can now give me a tip if that’s what makes you happy! But I certainly don’t expect you to do so!

❤️❤️❤️ - Vod’ika

Rules - please read me if you're new!

Click HERE to be added to my taglist!

Writing Prompts

OC x Canon Characters Masterlist

Captain Keeli x Reader Masterlist

Other x Reader Masterlist - This masterlist currently consists of: Droidbait, Hevy, Sinker, Hound, Gregor and two of my own clone OCs

Clan Skirata x Reader Masterlist - This masterlist is currently made of up Darman, Mereel, Ordo, Atin, Prudii, A’den, Niner, Kom’rk, and Corr Skirata

Delta Squad x Reader Masterlist - Sev, Boss, Scorch, and Fixer

Mandalorian x Reader Masterlist - Consists of Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel, and Mij Gilamar

Alpha-17 x Reader Masterlist - Consists of Alpha-17, poly Alpha x Reader x Fordo, Maze (Alpha-26)

501st x Reader Masterlist - currently consists of Echo, Fives, Rex, Tup, Dogma, Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase

TBB Masterlist - consists of Hunter, Crosshair, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Howzer, and CX-2

Commanders x Reader Masterlist - currently comprised of: Wolffe, Neyo, Thire, Fox, Thorn, Monnk, Bacara, Cody, Bly, Doom, Colt, Mayday, and Gree

Multi-Character List

Magic and Knights AU Masterlist - Consisting of: Wolffe, Jesse, Fox, Fives, Cody, Gregor, Hound, Tup, Boba, Howzer, Rex, Kix, Echo, Hunter, Dogma, Alpha-17, Fordo, Keeli, Bly, Neyo, and Crosshair

Ahsoka Travels to the past AU - Part 1, Part 2

Follower Celebration Jan-Feb 2024 - Consisting of Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Dogma, Jesse, Wolffe, Alpha-17, Tech, Wrecker, Hound, Crosshair, Sev, and Fixer

500 Followers Event: March-April 2024 - Consisting of Fives, Kix, Rex, Clone Assassin, Hunter, Crosshair, Howzer, Tech, Keeli, Ezra Bridger, Fox, Tup, Dogma, Sev, Jesse, Echo, Wrecker, Jango, Cody, Boss, Alpha-17, Fordo, Darman Skirata, Scorch, Fixer, Colt, Wilco, Atin,

650 Followers Event: May - June 2024 - Consisting of Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Fox, Tup, Wrecker, Rex, Wolffe, Sev, Jesse, Cody, Mereel Skirata, Clone OC: Misfit, Fives, Hunter, Ordo Skirata, Dogma, Prudii Skirata, Crosshair, Alpha-17, Tech

800 Followers Event: September - October 2024 - Consisting of Commander Bacara, Commander Fox, Clone Commando Scorch, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17, Commander Neyo, Clone Medic Kix

Chapter 1 - Modern Star Wars AU - Commander Wolffe, Captain Rex, and Captain Gregor are trapped on an island where the rules are a little different than what they're used to.

#vod'ika masterlist

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ladykatakuri · 2 years ago

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Oh my oh my ! You are making the best cliffhanger here and take a break / hiatus for the time being. Don`t get me wrong, I hope you will have a good time off from writing this / posting this story and that you take the chance to just enjoy that break from this ( eventhough you are planning on some things in between )

As she spoke with Pender, Commander Colt took a seat beside you and rested a cup of caf on the table for you. As he did, he leaned in too close for Pender to overhear. “Are you okay?” Colt is a real big brother who will protect his friends and family! I love how he and General Ti are working together and are also looking out for reader, even without really saying anything.

“Stay safe, Alpha,” you pleaded softly, as the general and commander turned away tactfully and started their own conversation. Well yes, they know and they ( kinda ) agree on it so they will give you a moment lol. Love this little hint of tact and how they also go all business right after.

“I’m Captain Alpha-17’s commanding officer, sir. The GAR’s processes are that he should report to General Ti and I even on assignments outside of our command,” Commander Colt explained smoothly.

It was an outright lie, but the commander’s sincerity and matter-of-fact nature made it far more convincing. Awesome and quick action/reaction there and love how he just smoothly goes againt Lama Su. Since Alpha is already taken by us(readers) can I just call a sort of dibs on Colt now ?

Gar Cyare Chapter Eleven

The plot thickens in this chapter of my Alpha-17 x fem!reader fic!

Word Count: 5,100 words

Warnings: mentions of setups, minor (and decreasing) cosmic horror vibes, mentions of an amorphous external threat, bureaucratic rudeness.

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Aruetii (Traitor)

“I need your help.”

You wanted to scoff at Pender, wanted to curse and threaten him until he left you alone. Visions of your last time around him danced through your mind - pushed up against a wall, propositioned and ultimately punched in the face. Alpha had dealt with Pender swiftly and decisively enough that he hadn’t bothered you since, but it didn’t mean that you were going to eagerly leap to help him.

Still, something about the desperation on his face… it was unsettling, especially compared to the cocky, self-assured way he habitually carried himself. His eyes were pleading, looking for all the world like a child scared of the dark.

Alpha teased and admired your soft heart in turns, but you were cursing yourself for it as you sighed, returning to your seat. “What do you want, Pender?”

Pender straightened slightly, hope apparently bringing life back to him. He seemed too keyed up to take the other seat, though. Instead, he paced fitfully around the small room, only pausing to glance at you every few moments while you waited impatiently for him to give an explanation.

“Commander Colt will be on his way back here soon,” you warned, pitching your voice low to keep from startling him out of a confessional sort of mood.

Pender’s face tightened, but he shook his head. “I don’t- really know- I don’t know where to start.”

“Start with the most relevant information,” you suggested. “If I have questions, we can backtrack.”

He nodded, pulling a datapad from his pocket. With a few swipes of his finger, he located what he was looking for and passed the datapad to you. It appeared to be a credit transfer into his account. The transfer was for a large amount.

You glanced up at Pender. “What exactly am I looking at?”

“It’s my bank account,” he answered and you nodded instead of snarking at him - something you should have been awarded a medal for, honestly. “That’s not my salary. I haven’t done any outside jobs lately, either. Whoever requested that credit transfer, it wasn’t supposed to be for me.”

With a slow nod, you set the datapad down on the table. “And you don’t know who could have sent it?”

“My bank says the transfer was anonymous,” Pender told you, pacing more quickly. “When I pushed them, they said the details were so muddled and privacy protected that they couldn’t begin to decipher a starting account.”

You stared at the datapad screen for another moment. It really was a large amount of credits, but nothing in Pender’s explanation sounded sinister or threatening. And it certainly didn’t sound threatening enough to explain Pender’s near-panic about it.

“It’s odd,” you conceded slowly, “but not the worst thing. I don’t see what you need my help with.”

“I know you’re investigating the bounty hunters with Shaak Ti and Colt,” Pender said. “And I have reason to believe you’re searching for someone who stole information.”

“Why do you think that?” you asked, nerves roiling in the pit of your stomach. Everyone in the investigation had been trained to keep secrets from a very young age… except you. Had you somehow destroyed the secrecy of the investigation?

Pender gave you an unimpressed look - the most natural expression he had worn since first approaching you. “I knew the General and Commander were looking for information about something, and my credits are on a security leak. It didn’t take much to realize that you haven’t been working on your report lately. When I did some digging, I found out that you’re on special assignment. The pieces fell into place.”

You lifted your chin. “If that were true, I wouldn’t be able to confirm any of it.”

“I don’t need you to confirm anything,” he snapped, the sharp tone in his voice making you flinch even as your hands automatically clenched into fists. “Just… just look.”

Pender’s voice broke on the last word and he slid the datapad back toward you. He had pulled up a screen that displayed details of the mysterious transaction. It was for the same amount, still without a name displayed in the ‘Sender’ section. In fact, the only new detail was visible in the small ‘Note’ section. Displayed in small, electronically produced letters, you could see the words, “In thanks for the useful advice.”

You tore your gaze away from the screen to stare at Pender, who looked distraught. “The useful advice? What useful advice?”

“I don’t know!” he said, running shaking fingers through his hair. “I was telling you the truth - I haven’t taken on any jobs outside of Kamino lately. No hunts, no consulting, nothing. I don’t know who sent these credits or why, but I know this is going to end up putting me in the middle of your investigation, and I need your help!”

“I-” You paused, sighing. “I’ll do my best, Pender. But I have to tell General Ti and Commander Colt about this.”

Pender’s eyes went wide. “No. Please don’t. Please.”

“If you want my help, you have to let me tell them,” you said, making your voice and face as firm as you could possibly manage. When he still seemed hesitant, you reminded him, “I’ve already been accused of being at fault for one planet-wide catastrophe. I have no interest in doing it a second time. Your choice.”

The door opened before he could say anything, admitting General Ti and Commander Colt. They both looked surprised, though the general covered it better. “Doni Pender, hello. What brings you here?”

As she spoke with Pender, Commander Colt took a seat beside you and rested a cup of caf on the table for you. As he did, he leaned in too close for Pender to overhear. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, touched that they had remembered your discomfort around Pender and had made sure to check with you before they did anything else.

Pender, having finished with his conversation with Shaak Ti, glanced at you and sighed. “I agree. You can tell them.”

The curiosity on the general and commander’s faces soon turned to surprise and suspicion before changing to a professionalism that firmly masked anything else they may have been feeling.

“It’s suspicious,” Commander Colt said, cutting Pender off with a sharp gesture before he could say more than two words in his own defense. “It’s suspicious that payment would have come through now with that kind of note attached. Seems too easy.”

“I agree,” General Ti said. “But we are honor-bound to report any findings to the Kaminoan authorities. We can argue your case-”

“Please, no,” Pender begged for the second time. “You don’t understand. They don’t like me. They would take any opportunity to get rid of me, but they’ll arrest me for this. I’m not- I’ve done some things wrong in my life, but I don’t deserve to spend the rest of it rotting in a Republic prison!”

“If we’re all wary of this transfer and what it means, maybe it would make sense to put off reporting the findings,” you suggested.

General Ti shook her head regretfully. “I must make my report every day. I can wait until the end of the day, but no later.”

“Then it’s settled,” Commander Colt summarized, looking at you. “You’ll look into Pender’s case while the General and I keep investigating. The Kaminoans won’t ask questions since the investigation is ongoing and if you need any additional information, we can help you get it.”

“Do you have enough access to get started?” General Ti asked.

You nodded. “I still have full security clearance. I should be able to get all the information I need.”

“And me?” Pender asked. “What can I do? I’ll help her with the background information…”

Commander Colt cut in before you could say anything. “Pender, you need to do whatever it is that you’re scheduled to do today. If you deviate from your schedule, it’ll only create questions or make you look more guilty. Keep an ear out for your comlink in case she has questions for you.”

Pender nodded, repeating the motion too many times for it to look natural. “Of course, of course... Let me give you all my private comlink frequency- I don’t want to risk anyone accessing our conversations.”

After he had done exactly that, Pender rushed out of the room. Commander Colt gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. Figured you wouldn’t want him following you around all day.”

You shrugged and General Ti said kindly, “It is for the best that he is elsewhere. You have much to do and a short span of time in which to complete it.”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough time. Not nearly. In fact, you were unpleasantly reminded of your early days on Kamino, always working desperately with no chance of success.

Not that you weren’t making strides. No, by an hour after your (skipped) lunch, you had checked the records of every entry into Pender’s quarters for as long as the information had been leaked, as well as a month before. You had read reports from the other trainers, analyzing how they felt about Pender. Almost none of them cared for him, but you couldn’t find anything that tied them to direct action against him.

You had accessed his datapad to double-check that it hadn’t been breached or that he hadn’t used it to leak information. If he had leaked the information, there was very little chance he would have started this whole side investigation, but you were determined to check everything you could.

It was only an hour before General Ti’s deadline that you tossed aside your own datapad, heaving a sigh and thinking just how far outside your job description you currently were.

By all rights, you should let the general and commander tell the Kaminoans about Pender. He had been unpleasant to you until the exact moment that he had needed you to help him. It wouldn’t make your life any more difficult or worse to see him sent to prison for apparent treason against the Republic. In fact, it may make your life a little easier.

But you couldn’t do it.

There was just something too… neat about the whole thing. It was too simple, too clean. Pender was widely disliked, even by the Kaminoans, as he had admitted. Who would make a better scapegoat than someone who had no friends to ask questions when they were accused of doing something terrible?

No, you had to keep fighting for Pender. Not because you liked or even cared about the man himself, but because no one had reason to believe your innocence after the Separatist had invaded Kamino. You would have been the most convenient scapegoat, but Alpha had been staunchly in your corner.

Alpha had been your champion. You had to be the same for someone else if you could.

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Alpha was inside an asteroid.

There was no doubt about it now: the panel on the bottom floor of the mysterious abandoned ship led directly into the asteroid itself. It clearly wasn’t an asteroid at all, though. Alpha couldn’t claim to be an expert, but he was under the impression that most asteroids didn’t have countless levels of durasteel catwalks and blinking wall panels.

There had been a short debate about whether to use the ladder in the decompression chamber. Half of Omega Squad had argued that there was no way of knowing for certain if the ladder was safe or had been sabotaged somehow. The other half maintained that this section of the ship clearly hadn’t been meant to be seen, and the ladder wouldn’t have been sabotaged by someone who may need to use it again.

Alpha had ended the argument by dropping the ladder through the access hatch. When it stood, apparently not preparing to collapse, he climbed down it. The beam from the light mounted on the side of his helmet shone through the darkness. It wasn’t enough light, not even close, but it didn’t matter. As soon as he had gotten halfway down the ladder, automatic lights had switched on.

Omega Squad had descended quietly behind him, but Alpha’s attention was fixed on studying his surroundings. He was on the uppermost durasteel catwalk, and when he peered over the side, more levels stretched down beneath him. There was a clear end, however. About five levels down, the catwalks ended, and a ladder stretched the rest of the way down to the floor… or, more accurately, to a durasteel sheet covering the entirety of the ‘floor’.

Even from his place far above the floor, Alpha could see that there were access panels on it. Whatever was behind this barrier that divided the false asteroid nearly in half, it had been designed to be checked or maintained.

The access hatch had passed through a thick layer of durasteel. Clearly, the ‘asteroid’ was hollow, though clearly, someone had designed it to withstand observation and pass as something natural. The surface of the asteroid had been rocky when he crossed from Omega Squad’s ship to the abandoned one, though something had to have hit the scanner as metallic.

Whether the thickness of the outer shell was part of the disguise or a way of protecting whatever was behind that barrier, Alpha couldn’t be sure. Either way, they soon discovered that it blocked every transmission except the ones in their inter-HUD comm channel.

“Spread out,” Alpha ordered. “Check everything. Until we know what’s behind that barrier, helmets stay on, breathable atmosphere or not. And stay on high alert. We don’t know whether someone knows we’re here. We didn’t exactly perform a stealth entrance.”

The group fanned out to study every level of the structure. The highest one, level five, held information about the asteroid and its structural integrity. The next down seemed to monitor patterns of nearby planetary bodies. The readings paid special attention to solar flares, meteor showers, and asteroids.

Level three was the one that finally put an end to any light-heartedness Omega Squad had been showing. It was dedicated entirely to monitoring Republic and GAR transmissions… even on channels that were restricted or heavily encoded.

Level two was fully unlabeled, which somehow managed to be even more sinister than everything else they had found up to that point. Niner was issuing orders before Alpha had the chance: “Atin, start slicing these panels, Figure out what this level is for. Fi, cover him. Darman, you’re with the captain and I. We’re going to check out the last level.”

Niner turned, glancing at Alpha as if to check whether he had additional orders. The sergeant seemed to have covered everything, so Alpha just gave a slight nod and went to level one. There was nothing at all on that level, just a blank wall stretching the length of the catwalk.

“Nothing to report on this level,” he transmitted over the comm channel. “We’re headed to level zero. We’ll let you know if we need coverage.”

“Yes, sir,” Fi replied, suddenly all business since his skills as a sniper and medic may be needed before they returned to the ship. “I’m on alert.”

“Any progress on slicing into the panel?” Niner asked as he followed Alpha to the last ladder that stretched down to the floor.

“Nothing yet,” Atin reported. “The panel is loaded with security. I haven’t tripped anything yet, but it’s slow going.”

“Keep at it,” Alpha told him darkly. “We need to report back soon and the more intel we have, the better.”

“Sir,” Atin agreed. Alpha didn’t bother saying anything else. The fewer distractions he had, the faster Atin could slice the panel and the sooner Alpha could get back to the people who mattered.

His boots hit the durasteel floor with a hollow-sounding boom! The same thing happened when Niner, then Darman reached the bottom of the ladder. Alpha waited for them to glance around, then went for the nearest gap in the barrier. He had noticed a while before that, along with several access hatches, there were a few narrow rectangles of thick transparisteel set into the barrier.

When he peered through, however, he was greeted with a mass of wires and electronics. Niner had followed him, glancing through the pane as well. “Any idea what it is, captain?”

“No,” Alpha said flatly. Electronics were tricky. They could be programmed to do any number of things. He could take a guess at their purpose based on the way things were laid out and interconnected, but the GAR would want more than a guess, especially with something so strange and suspicious… and so close to Kamino.

“It’s a transmission station,” Darman contributed. When they both turned to look at him, he shrugged, indicating a warning sign set into the barrier. “There’s a lopretrium warning. Lopretrium is used to increase the range of transmissions. It’s a natural amplifier for frequencies.”

Alpha frowned. He remembered every bit of information he had ever come across, but that was new to him.

Judging from his voice, Niner seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “Where did you learn that one, Darman?”

Darman seemed almost embarrassed when he replied, “Mereel.”

Alpha bit back a sigh. He didn’t mind the null ARCs - though they were some of the few ARC troopers he hadn’t personally trained - but there was something about running into the Skirata clan that made every trooper walk away with stars in his eyes. It was infuriating. More importantly, it could make a man lose focus on what was important.

“Okay, so it’s a transmission station,” Alpha agreed sharply. “Why don’t we know about it? The Republic monitors all transmissions that pass through this sector.”

“If transmissions are sporadic, they would be more difficult to track,” Niner theorized. “Or maybe they’re transmitting on a frequency that the Republic doesn’t watch as closely.”

“I’m getting more curious about who ‘they’ are,” Alpha said. “But okay, say they miss the transmission. Ships pass through this sector constantly - on patrol, on the way to Kamino, or just passing through. How did no one notice a single asteroid with a ship crash-landed on it before now? This is showing signs of having been here for a while.”

“I think it was originally part of an asteroid field.” Darman held up his datapad. “Remember that field nearby? I guessed that it was part of that, so I did some research. Turns out the field was closer, and this station would have been in the middle of it. The field didn’t shift until a few weeks ago, so it’s possible that no one noticed. This didn’t move with the rest of the asteroids, though. It’s a fixed location.”

“No one would have had a reason to scan an asteroid field,” Niner added. “No one would have noticed that this is actually metallic.”

“Not only that,” Darman said. “The hull of this station was covered in something rocky when we came over to the crash site. I think it was originally covered in a duracrete mixture that hid the metal. My guess is that constant collisions with other asteroids and the stress of being in open space chipped away at the duracrete until the metal showed through. It wouldn’t have taken much exposure for our scanner to be able to pick up a metallic surface.”

“Can we get inside?” Alpha asked.

“I wouldn’t,” Atin contributed through the comms channel. “I’m seeing signs that every access panel to the transmitter itself is heavily alarmed. It would take hours to slice through those security protocols.”

“Don’t bother,” Alpha told him, starting for the ladder. “I’m going to make contact with the Republic, then with Kamino. Whoever put this here, the kaminii need to know.”

He had made it up to the fifth floor and the bottom of the ladder to the original access hatch when Atin spoke again. “Captain, I got into the system. These are the panels where the information to be transmitted is entered either manually or through a remote application.”

Alpha paused. “Were you able to retrieve any past messages?”

“Even better,” Atin replied, satisfaction thick in his tone. “I’ve got a call log. The station has recently received several calls from a comm frequency based on Kamino. I’m sending the frequency to your HUD now.”

A single flick of Alpha’s eyes was enough to pull up the comm frequency. After a split second to process, a violent smile stretched over his face.

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“You didn’t find anything?” Pender demanded. You weren’t thrilled about the sharp reprimand in his voice, but you couldn’t exactly blame him. Pender’s eyes were wide and his breathing was fast. He was panicking, and with good reason.

“No,” you admitted. “I looked at every record I could find, but no one else seems like a likely candidate for transmitting information, especially not on your behalf.”

“Listen, I know I’m a popular guy,” Pender started, pacing back and forth, “but surely you found someone who doesn’t like me. You know how these bounty hunters are. If they take the slightest dislike to you, they do crazy things to get revenge. You should have seen the way this one Weequay started treating me…”

You tuned Pender out as he launched into a story, still walking frantically around the room. His pacing turned out to be a good thing, since it meant he entirely missed the way you made uncomfortable eye contact with General Ti and Commander Colt. They knew as well as you did that Pender was among the least-liked people on Kamino.

“I can at least give the Kaminoans my recommendation that they refrain from acting until we can launch a deeper investigation into this matter,” General Ti said kindly.

Pender was unconvinced. “General, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want, but I can’t- Please, don’t tell the Kaminoans about this.”

The General tried to gently persuade Pender that she would do everything she could to help, but she had to make her full report. You had never been so grateful for your comm to ring than you were in that moment, and you happily stepped to the furthest corner of the room to accept the call.

You could have gone outside for greater privacy, but there was a chance that General Ti would pull some kind of Jedi trick on Pender, and you weren’t willing to risk missing that.

The frequency was unfamiliar, but you accepted it anyway, answering with a wary, “Hello?”

“It’s me,” Alpha said, his voice familiar and utterly comforting even through the small speakers of the comlink. “Pender’s a traitor.”

The unprompted statement was so timely for the situation that it took you a moment to process. “What?”

“Pender’s a traitor,” Alpha repeated with relish. “He’s been giving information to the Seppies through a disguised transmission station outside of Kamino.”

“Are you sure?” you murmured, trying to pitch your voice only barely loud enough to be heard over the chaos in the background. “How do you know?”

“We tracked the communications back to Kamino,” he told you. “They originated from his Republic-issued comlink frequency.”

“Pender,” you called, repeating it more loudly when he didn’t respond the first time. “Pender! I need your comlink. The one the Republic gave you.”

“Pender? Why are you with Pender?” Alpha demanded, but you ignored him.

“I don’t have it,” Pender admitted, shrinking under the harsh stares of the general and commander. “I lost it months ago.”

Your voice was sharp with exasperation and irritation. “And you didn’t think to mention this when you asked me for help?”

“It was GAR-issued,” Pender explained, sounding confused about why you were so upset. “I didn’t want to get fined for losing government equipment. You already told the general about the credit transfer when I asked you not to. I knew you would do the same thing with the comlink.”

“I believe it is clear that Pender is not the source of our information leak,” General Ti summarized, cutting through the rest of the chatter and accusations you, Pender, and Alpha were throwing around. “Pender, you are dismissed.”

Pender rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. When the door had closed behind him, the general continued, “That does leave the question of who the leak is. Administrator, do you have any theories?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, General Ti. I didn’t go far back enough in the security cam footage to catch who might have stolen Pender’s comlink. Now that I have a timeline, I should be able to narrow the list of suspects down.”

“General,” Colt said, voice urgent. “We’ve just had an unauthorized departure from the planet.”

“That must have been our traitor,” General Ti concluded. “We must go to the Kaminoans with what we’ve learned.”

“I’ll report what we’ve found to the Republic and the GAR,” Alpha informed them all through your comlink. “I’m sure you’ll be in contact with them, and it’ll help if they already know what’s going on.”

“Very good, Captain,” the Jedi said, inclining her head despite the fact that Alpha couldn’t see her. “And hurry back. I have a feeling we will need you here.”

“I will, General,” Alpha agreed, and you could hear the grim determination in his voice. “Omega Squad and I will have to stay long enough to catalogue what we find and report back to everyone, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Stay safe, Alpha,” you pleaded softly, as the general and commander turned away tactfully and started their own conversation.

“I will, but I need you to do the same,” he countered. “I’ll see you soon...”

There was an odd, heavy pause before the call disconnected. It was probably because he didn’t call you neverd’ika since you had an audience… but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else he didn’t say.

You couldn’t dwell on it for too long. General Ti had called ahead to get an emergency meeting with Lama Su. Kamino’s prime minister hadn’t been happy at being summoned, but he agreed to spare the Jedi a few minutes. You didn’t need Jedi senses to catch the subtext: if it had been anyone else, the meeting request would have been denied.

It didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was that General Ti got the meeting and brought you and Commander Colt along with her. Given your particular history with the Kaminoans, you made a point of staying quiet while General Ti finished giving him a general explanation of what had happened.

By the time she had finished, more information had come to light. Colt stepped forward, already displaying the screen of his datapad. “Security has traced the unauthorized departure to a ship owned by Lenjam Banti, one of the bounty hunter instructors. They haven’t been able to reach him on the comms.”

“Do you believe Banti was the leak?” Lama Su asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Kamino security forces ran a sample of his skin cells through an outside database,” General Ti told him. “It revealed that he lied about his identity. Banti is actually a bounty hunter known only by the name Dengar.”

With that information and the new timeline Pender had inadvertently provided, you focused your attention on your own datapad, pulling up the security footage you had been looking through. Now that you had a suspect, it would be far easier to track down evidence.

“Impossible,” Lama Su decreed. “We perform an extensive background check on all instructor candidates. If he were lying about his identity, we would have discovered it.”

“Not necessarily,” General Ti told him kindly. “Your databases are extensive, but self-contained. It would have been simple for someone with the right skills to alter the information of the genetic information you have on file. The Kaminoan databases do say that the material belongs to Banti, but several outside databases confirm that the man is indeed Dengar. Your archives were sliced and altered.”

Kaminoan expressions weren’t easy to read, but even you could tell that Lama Su looked displeased. “And what evidence do you have that this Dengar was the one to collect and distribute information?”

Fortunately, you had found what you needed by that point. You showed him your datapad, with Dengar’s face clearly showing on the footage. He was frozen in time, leaving Pender’s quarters. “This is from several months ago. We hadn’t thought to look back that far.”

Lama Su’s look of displeasure began turning to one of derision and you braced for him to say something condescending, but General Ti interrupted before he could begin. “Prime Minister, you must act quickly. We do not yet know what information Dengar has or where he took it.”

“And why should I not take Doni Pender into custody?” the Kaminoan asked. “Why would Dengar have left so abruptly if he set up the perfect person to take the fall? It seems to me that the two could have been working together and had a disagreement. Or perhaps Dengar discovered Pender’s deception and fled for his own safety.”

“Prime Minister, Pender is the only reason we found out about all of this,” you chimed in. “He has made some missteps, but we wouldn’t have made this much progress if he hadn’t told us about the way he was being set up.”

“Sir,” Commander Colt said quickly, before Lama Su could reply. “The administrator was skeptical about Pender’s guilt despite the supposed evidence. She was looking into the situation. With her investigation and Captain Alpha-17 finding the transmission station with Omega Squad, Dengar probably felt it was too dangerous to risk staying here.”

Lama Su leaned forward, an intent look in his dark eyes. “How did you know about the commando team’s progress? Their mission is highly classified. They were not to discuss it with anyone.”

It was an outright lie, but the commander’s sincerity and matter-of-fact nature made it far more convincing.

Lama Su didn’t seem like he entirely believed that, but General Ti spoke again. “We must act now or we risk unforeseen complications from the situation, Prime Minister.”

The Kaminoan steepled his long fingers and heaved a heavy sigh. There was a moment of charged silence, but he reached for the comlink on his desk. After keying in a frequency, he said reluctantly, “Until we can do a full audit of our information, Kamino is under lockdown. No one may enter or leave without approval.”

He glanced from General Ti, to Commander Colt, and finally to you. With his eerie eyes fixed on you, he said, “Perform all necessary activities to prepare for a potential invasion.”

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Author's Note - Oh, here we go again... Thanks, as always, for reading!

Now for the unwelcome part of this note: I try to take a break about halfway through these stories to get the next part planned out and start writing. I'm not prepared to say that this is the halfway point (e.g. I legitimately thought this was chapter ten the whole time I was writing it), but I will be taking a small hiatus. You can expect the next chapter to be posted in the first week of March!

That being said, I do have some stuff planned for the time between now and posting Chapter Twelve. Feel free to send in asks for more information or background questions. As long as you aren't asking for spoilers, I'd love to answer your questions!

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wanderinginksplot · 3 years ago

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I would like to request Republic Commando Fi x reader fic with ,,how much longer 'til we're there?" prompt in which he visits his girlfriend on Coruscant after spending long time on misions off planet and then she brings him out somewhere to show him what ,,normal people" do in their free time, include some fluff please

Republic Commando Fi x fem!reader. Fi returns to Coruscant on leave and spends it with his new partner. (Rated G, despite that description.)

Okay, starting off strong with some apologies! First, I am so sorry this took as long as it did. Thank you for your patience! Second, I only just finished Republic Commando: Triple Zero, so the plot is intended to take place just after that mission and characterization is based on things that went on in that book rather than anything later. Any OOC-ness is my fault.

*If you're familiar with Republic Commando, this takes place one unspecified, routine mission after Republic Commando: Triple Zero.

*If you're unfamiliar with Republic Commando, all you need to know is that Fi is in a squad of four commandos who have been to Coruscant before and have ties there, but haven't spent much free time on the planet.

Fi + "How much longer 'til we're there?"

Word Count: 4,700

Warnings: An incredible amount of fluff, shifting POV, mentions of war, good-natured teasing among commandos.

“There you go, ramikade,” the pilot announced, his voice raised just enough to carry to Omega Squad in the back of the transport. “Triple Zero. Welcome home.”

“Home,” Atin snorted. “Troopers don’t get those, last I checked.”

“Shut it, Atin,” Niner ordered. “Be pessimistic on your own time. Fi’s excited to see his civvie.”

Fi barely heard any of their continued conversation over the excitement buzzing in his chest as he peered through the narrow viewport at the expanse of cityscape beneath them. Coruscant had been intimidating every time he had ever been there, and this time was no different.

The buildings on the uppermost level towered up toward the atmosphere, their penthouses reaching for the stars. As the ship dipped lower and lower, some of the buildings began to rise further up, silhouetting against the late afternoon sunlight - whatever sunlight could manage to filter through the smog and pollution, anyway. In this light, Fi could understand how Coruscant’s capital was sometimes known as the City of Spires.

The mass of buildings was inhabited by a teeming collection of life that was staggering in both variety and sheer scope. The city-planet - an ecumenopolis, as his HUD helpfully informed him - played host to more species than any single being could name, every neighborhood a tapestry of immigrated life and cultures. No two areas of the city were the same, and that made it unpredictable. Commandos didn’t like unpredictability. Kal’buir always said that there was danger in things that displayed no easy pattern.

You were unpredictable, though. Fi would never have guessed that you would dance with him the last time he was on Coruscant, or that you would accept him so readily. You had given your comm frequency with the understanding that he wasn't under any obligation to contact you. You had been a shock to him, running counter to everything he had been taught to expect…

So, of course, Fi had contacted you at the earliest possible opportunity.

You had spent some time together before he had to leave for his next mission. It had all been tame - extremely so, if he were to use Darman and Etain as a point of comparison, or Atin and Laseema - but you had still met him at the shipyard with a farewell kiss and a promise to show him around the next time he was on Coruscant.

“How much longer ‘til we’re there?” Fi called, leaning forward a bit to make extra sure the pilot heard him. It came out much louder than he had expected.

“Easy, vod,” Darman urged, laughing slightly.

“Shouting won’t make the process faster,” Atin told him.

Fortunately, the pilot seemed to find Fi’s eagerness amusing rather than insulting. “I’ll have you on the surface in under ten minutes, guaranteed.”

“Is that with or without a parachute?” Niner asked quietly, and the others snorted at the joke.

Fi didn’t laugh along with them. If he had the option to bail out of the transport, he’d gladly accept the use of a GAR parachute. Rumors of unreliability be karked. He had places to be.

---

The war effort never quite seemed real on Coruscant. Sure, you heard plenty about it on news broadcasts, kept up with the latest movements on the Holonet, and tried to puzzle out the esoteric decisions made by the Senate. And the troopers were certainly hard to ignore, both the ones in the Coruscant Guard and the men who came to Coruscant between missions. And yes, you had taken a bit more notice of the war since meeting Fi, but it all seemed so distant.

Coruscant had been invaded by a giant beast at one point and threatened more often than anyone could keep track of, but nothing too intense happened at the center of the galaxy. If Coruscant were to fall, it would be at the end of a war steadily increasing in violence and desperation. From all reports you had read, things weren't there yet, not even remotely.

Of course, you didn't have access to many reports. You were a civilian, working at a popular resort on the upper levels of Coruscant. Your job was to keep the rich guests happy, spending money, and excited to return. They were supposed to come to Coruscant to forget about the war entirely and they worked to do exactly that.

Honestly, the lack of meaningful discussion about the war left you feeling insane more often than not. Why was no one else concerned about a galaxy-wide conflict?

You shook your head sharply, refocusing your attention on the docking yard where you were standing. Fi was coming in on leave and he would want to talk about anything other than the war. You wouldn't let the specter of the ongoing conflict ruin what little time the two of you had together.

Realistically speaking, you shouldn't have known that Fi would be going on leave. It was considered classified information, but you had gotten a cryptic message on your comlink. It had come from a blocked frequency, one you couldn't even begin to access. You had eventually deciphered the message enough to figure out this time and date, and since you had come here to see Fi off last time… It was a bit of a leap, but worth it if you got to spend even a few more minutes with Fi.

You watched as a ship landed close to your current position. The doors started to open before it fully settled onto the ground, and you watched as a trooper covered in black plastoid plate armor appeared in the gap. He jumped the last stretch to land on the duracrete ground of the docking yard.

By the time the figure had started rushing toward you, you were already wearing a broad smile. This was Fi, you could tell. You would be willing to bet every credit you had that it was.

Halfway to you, the figure ripped the helmet from his head. You immediately saw two things: first, it was in fact Fi and, second, he looked just as happy to see you as you were to see him. The moment he reached you, he wrapped you in his arms. If the plastoid pressed against you was rigid and uncomfortable, you weren’t even remotely aware of it. You were with Fi again. He was here, he was safe. All of the other things were just details.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, beaming. "I thought I would have to wait 'til I could comm you!"

"I got a weird message on my comlink…" you explained vaguely, still feeling a little unsettled by the way things had happened.

"A message?" Fi asked, frowning. Before he could ask anything more, his own comlink chimed. "This is Fi."

"Stop chatting with your girlfriend in the shipyard," a voice ordered through the small speaker. "Take her somewhere nice. She's been waiting here for an hour."

Fi grinned again, shaking his head as he said, "Should have known it was you, Ordo. Thanks, vod."

"Have fun. And avoid the usual places unless you want to be waylaid by CSF. Obrim says he still owes you a drink."

You were reasonably sure that Fi’s groan was over-dramatized for effect based on how bright his smile was. “You’d think he would consider that debt paid after last time.”

“You really gonna complain about free alcohol, vod? Go enjoy your night and take them up on it later. You know Obrim and his boys won’t let it go.”

“Will do, Ordo,” Fi said cheerfully. “Thanks again.”

“Ordo out.”

You quirked a brow at Fi. “One of your brothers?”

“One of many,” Fi agreed with a chuckle. “But he’s one of the more useful ones. He’s been making sure I could comm you while I’m on missions. We’re really not supposed to make contact with anyone when we’re in restricted zones, but he patches me through and lays down enough encryption that no one - Republic or Separatist - can figure out what’s going on.”

"That's handy," you remarked. "Do you have to tell anyone you're leaving, or do we just go?"

"That's a matter of opinion," someone who wasn't Fi replied. You turned to find that the speaker was a trooper with an angry looking scar down his face… but the teasing smile he was wearing belied the fierceness of his face. "Fi should go to our debriefing meeting, but he might explode if he has to wait too long to see you. He's talked about you non-stop."

"Come on, Atin," another trooper lectured. "You're just as ready to see Laseema."

"Darman, stop," a third unfamiliar trooper commanded as he joined the group. "You'll deflate Atin's ego too quickly. None of us would survive the drop in pressure."

"Hilarious," Atin said sourly.

Darman took pity on you, explaining softly, "Niner doesn't look for opportunities to mess with the men, but he's not going to deny such an easy target."

"So, Sarge," Fi started, looking hopefully at the newest arrival. "Any chance this will be a short debriefing?"

"No," Niner denied flatly, and Fi deflated beside you. "So I advise you don't go. We'll cover for you."

"Sir…" Fi started uneasily.

"Consider that an order," Niner told him.

"Yes, sir!" Fi agreed, snapping a quick salute before grabbing your hand.

As he pulled you toward the nearest speeder station, you barely had time to glance back over your shoulder and call, "Nice to meet you all!"

"She's too good for him," one of them idly commented to his brothers behind you, but you were too far away to tell him that he was wrong.

Fortunately, finding a transport was a quick and simple process and you soon found yourself seated in the backseat with Fi beside you. Immediately, his closer arm was wrapped around you, pulling you tight against his side while his further hand reached across both of you to toy gently with your fingers.

He seemed content to bask in the silence, but the transport wouldn’t go anywhere until you had given the droid pilot a destination.

“Fi?” you asked gently, reluctant to break the spell of being together, but needing to draw him back to the minute details of life. “We never finalized any plans for tonight. What do you want to do?”

He considered that for a moment, his callused fingertips teasing the delicate spaces between your fingers. Eventually, voice lowered, Fi admitted, “I want to forget about the war for a while.”

You hummed softly in acknowledgment of that. You'd had a feeling that would be true for him, and you couldn’t fault him for that desire. “Do you want to be distracted? We could go to a club or find something to do…”

It was weird to feel someone shrug with their head tucked so closely against your shoulder, but you eventually realized that was what Fi had done. He mumbled something vague about how he would be fine to do anything, but an apathetic shrug and a lackluster agreement weren’t quite the excitement you were looking for.

“Or we could do something totally different,” you offered slowly. “We could have a quiet night, just the two of us.”

Fi lifted his head to peer at your face in the dim interior of the transport. As his dark eyes traced over your face, noting every line and mark of tension, you were abruptly reminded of the highly trained warrior within the laughing exterior. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that we can do something else,” you told him. “If you don’t want to be distracted from the war with loud, flashy stuff, we can do something else. We can pretend you’re a civilian for the night.”

“A civilian for the night,” Fi repeated thoughtfully, face carefully blank.

You froze, suddenly terrified that you had offended him with your thoughtless offer. “Not- I meant that… It’s just-”

“I think I’d like that,” Fi interrupted, breaking into your panicked rambling before you could get too out of control. “I’ve never been able to imagine being a civvie. Maybe with a real civvie to be my guide, I could try it for real.”

The laugh you let out was half from amusement and half from relief. “Then I know exactly where to go.”

You leaned forward and gave the name of your favorite clothing store to the waiting driver. As the droid piloted the transport into the teeming stream of Coruscant traffic, Fi pulled you back against the seat - and into his arms. It figured - the one time you wouldn’t have minded being subjected to the insane traffic jams of Republic City, the skies were clear.

“This is where you want to go tonight?” Fi asked, staring up at the store with a confused look on his handsome face.

You laughed. “No, I just thought you might like to get some civilian clothes. It’s hard to be a civilian in full armor, you know.”

Fi seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he eventually agreed and you went inside.

This was your favorite store for several reasons, but mostly because it offered a wide variety of styles at prices that wouldn’t break your bank account. You weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but you could afford a comfortable outfit for Fi. Stars, you would find a way to buy him an entire wardrobe if it meant that he could forget about the war for a night.

He shopped like a soldier, navigating the store like it was a battlefield and finding an outfit was his sole objective. Amusingly, that meant that he forgot all about talking to or touching you, but you were surprisingly okay with that. You followed him around the store, watching as he took in information about the unfamiliar environment, processed it, and used it to get in and out of the store within half an hour. It was certainly faster than most of the trips you had made there, and the outfit he had chosen made him look remarkably… non-military.

“Do you need to go back to the GAR barracks to drop off your armor?” you asked. “Or we could stop by my apartment, though it’s a little out of the way.”

“Nah,” Fi denied with an easy shrug. “I’ll just get a courier droid to drop it off at the barracks. One of my brothers will stow it for me.”

“Oh, but-” You hesitated in your protest, staring at the pile of black plastoid. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I know courier droids are reliable, but if something happened to it…”

Fi laughed. “There’s a tracker in every piece of this armor. Commando armor, remember? If it got stolen, it would end badly for whoever took it. A courier droid will be fine. Besides, I don’t want to waste time taking you to the barracks. Can you flag down a droid while I comm one of my squadmates to look out for the drop-off?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

As it turned out, the store had its own courier droid, one whose small firm belied an ability to fly Fi's armor to the GAR barracks with ease. Best of all, the store owner lent you the droid's services at no charge since you were a regular customer.

“What now?” Fi asked after his armor had been loaded onto the courier droid, lacing his fingers through yours.

You looked him up and down, letting your admiration show clearly in your expression. Fi’s tall, muscular body was showcased perfectly in the clothing he had chosen. Dark trousers made his legs look long and strong while his shirt was emblazoned with the logo of a stunningly unpopular bolo-ball team. You had tried to talk him out of the shirt - especially since he didn’t watch bolo-ball or care about it in the slightest - but Fi had only laughed and said that it would be funny if someone tried to fight him over his taste in teams. Since the shirt fit snugly against his broad chest and showcased his thick arms, you didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to start a fight with him… but if they did, your credits were on Fi.

“Keep lookin’ at me that way, mesh’la,” Fi warned, voice low and warm, “and we’re gonna have to find somewhere more private to go.”

“No need,” you told him, reluctantly pulling your gaze from him to flag down another transport. “I thought we would go with a quiet evening. We’ll go shopping for ingredients at one of the markets on this level, then we’ll go back to my apartment and make dinner.”

“You’re sure you’re okay having me in your home?” Fi asked. Despite his earlier playfully threatening tone, his face was gentle and free of judgment.

“I’m sure,” you assured him, sending a cocky grin afterward. “I kissed you first, remember?”

He gaped, laughing at the same time. “Only ‘cause I didn’t think you’d go for an osi’yaim like me!”

“That better mean ‘kind, handsome soldier with a great sense of humor’,” you told him, stepping toward the transport that pulled up.

“Um… not quite,” Fi admitted, rushing to the transport so he could hold the door open for you. “Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting that kiss.”

“I was worried you would think poorly of me,” you told him when you were both inside the transport, smiling at the memory. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never thought better of anyone my entire life,” Fi replied, raising his hand like he was swearing an oath. “I thought I had died and was being given one last gift. It was like a dream, but better than any dream I’ve ever had.”

You softened even more at that. Fi was a good man. You laced your fingers together and slid across the seat to be closer to him. Fi relaxed into you for a moment, but tensed again. His fingers pressed beneath your chin, gently turning your head so that he could catch your gaze with his own.

“But I need you to understand,” he said, voice throbbing with intensity. “I don’t expect that. Or anything, really. If that was a one-time thing, I won’t blame you or be upset. You’ve already done more for me than anyone else I can remember, other than my vode and the Sarge. Just because we’re going back to your place doesn’t mean- What I mean is that I… I don’t want you to think-”

“Fi,” you interrupted, chuckling. “You’re sweet. I know you don’t expect anything, and I don’t have any plans one way or another. Whatever happens, happens. But for now, if it were up to me… I don’t want to pressure you, but I’d love to give you a welcome home kiss.”

“Pressure me all you want,” Fi agreed immediately, eyes dropping to your lips.

Kissing while you were both smiling was an interesting experience, but you managed anyway. By the time the transport pulled up to the market, you were significantly more mussed than you had been at the start.

“What kind of market is this?” Fi asked, following you out of the transport. He was already studying the eclectic surroundings.

“It’s a permanent, open-air marketplace,” you said slowly, trying to find the right words to explain it. You had never found anything similar, and it was hard to make comparisons for someone who had seen little of the galaxy outside of a warzone. “Anyone can rent a stall and sell their goods, whatever those goods may be. There are usually a few for fruits and vegetables, some with staple products, and a lot sell specialty goods.”

“Sounds… tricky,” Fi replied eventually.

“It’s not so bad,” you argued. “It’s never the same place twice, so it’s a good place to walk around and browse.”

“How do you know where to find what you need, then?” Fi asked, frowning.

“You don’t,” you told him with a shrug. “This is what civilians do. We browse. Or some of us do. I just like it more than going to one of those soulless grocery stations. But if you’d rather not be here, we can-”

“It’s fine,” Fi cut in. “I’m here for civvie lessons, remember? You’re the expert here. Marketplace. Teach me all about it?”

You laughed as he pressed a kiss to your temple. For the next hour, you walked him through the market, pointing out some trustworthy stands and teaching him how to haggle with the stall owners. Fi found a few odds and ends he liked, including a foldable hydrospanner. He guessed it would break the first time he used it, but you noticed the way he lingered at the stand, so you bought it for him, ignoring his protests all the while.

Fortunately, you already had everything you needed to make one of your favorite meals from your home planet. The only things you needed to find here were a side dish and a dessert. And some comfortable sleep pants for Fi to lounge around in, just in case he didn’t feel like wearing his new outfit while you relaxed in your apartment.

Since your apartment was close to the market, you and Fi opted to walk. Everything you had purchased fit in one reasonably light bag, but Fi insisted on carrying it anyway. You stopped playfully arguing with him about it when he wrapped an arm around you and swept you into a dip for a dramatic kiss that didn’t end until a group of passersby whistled and cheered their encouragement.

Fi tried to help you in the kitchen while you put together your dinner, but he was a truly terrible cook. After rescuing your meal from the second disaster it was headed toward, you asked Fi to switch to dish cleanup as you worked, and he took up scrubbing with a vengeance. He claimed he liked it even better, because it gave him time to admire you as you worked. His loud and enthusiastic praise of your cooking skills - and leadership skills and sense of timing and knife skills and appearance - was enough to make it an entirely fun experience.

You apologized as you dished up your meals, explaining that your small apartment didn’t leave you enough space to fit a table and chairs. You would have to eat on your couch. As soon as you explained that, Fi was so excited that you didn’t have the heart to apologize anymore.

“I get to sit beside you, eating the meal you cooked with your own hands, and no one’s here to give me osik if I want to touch you or kiss you while I eat?” he asked, eyes bright. “Sounds like paradise to me, mesh’la. Thank you!”

And Fi took full advantage of that privilege as you ate. His ambidextrous nature made a strong appearance as he touched whatever part of you was closest - elbows and knees were innocent enough, but after he brushed a hand over the curve of your waist, you were the one who initiated the next kiss.

When you were finished eating your meal and a light dessert, Fi insisted on doing the dishes while you set up a holofilm. He came back to the couch and you cuddled up under a blanket, holding hands and sharing an occasional kiss.

Your heart ached at the thought that Fi would have to go back to the field soon. Commandos were notorious for having short shore leave, and only on rare occasions. He was here now, but how long did you have before he was gone again? A week? A day? A few hours? There was no way of knowing, just as there was no way for you to know when you would get to see him again after he left.

With effort, you pushed the gloomy thoughts away. The important thing was that Fi was there now. You were awash in a warm tide of domesticity, and you were determined to bask in the peace of it until it was gone. You breathed out a light sigh, relaxing against Fi’s shoulder as the tension left your body.

---

You were asleep.

Fi hadn’t actually noticed until he turned to ask a question about the holofilm you had chosen, but he found that your eyes were closed and your breathing steady beside him.

He smiled, thinking of how mortified you would be that you had fallen asleep. Fi had known you for a comparatively short time, but he knew how much importance you placed on providing a welcoming environment. Hadn’t you created the perfect date night out of nothing? You were amazing, a gift he didn’t deserve in the slightest but had no intention of giving back.

When Darman had met Etain, Fi had been skeptical. When Atin had met Laseema, Fi had been uncomfortable. He had known the unpleasant truth: relationships were unreliable, unpredictable… especially in wartime. Hadn’t Sergeant Skirata told them that more than once? Females were a distraction no soldier could afford.

But then Fi had met you.

You weren’t a distraction and he liked that you were unpredictable. What you had together was different than what he had been expecting, mostly because it was so easy. Having watched Darman and Atin, Fi had thought relationships were a struggle, a battle he would have to fight even when he wasn’t fighting the Seppies. But with you? It was the easiest thing in the galaxy.

Fi still felt like an outsider in the civilian world. He always would. He would never have a normal life, not normal like the civilians he had seen that day. That had bothered him at first, but the sting was gone now that he had you. He pulled you a bit closer, relishing the way your head fit perfectly under his jaw. You were his bridge to the world of the civvies, giving him a glimpse at the life he would never experience. It could never be his life, but he could almost reach it through you, close enough to reflect some warmth and ease into his own existence. It was enough. You were enough.

“Hey,” he said softly, trying to ease you back to wakefulness rather than startle you. “ Cyare , wake up. You need to go to bed somewhere more comfortable than this.”

“‘m plenty com’f’t’ble,” you argued sleepily.

Fi grinned. “I’m glad, but you’ll hurt your neck if you stay here all night.”

You gave a halfhearted groan, but made no attempt to move.

“Want me to carry you?” he offered.

Even with your eyes closed, you frowned at that. “‘m too heavy, Fi.”

Fi shook his head, knowing full well that you couldn’t see him. You had pointed out which door was which when he came into your apartment, so he knew exactly where your bedroom was. Lifting you was easy, even when you started to struggle with the suddenness of his movements. “Hang on, little one, I’m just proving you wrong.”

You were awake enough to open the door for him, and Fi crossed the small room to deposit you gently onto your bed. When you were settled on the soft mattress, you looked up at him, eyes large and shining even in the low light that filtered through your curtains.

“Do you have to get back to the barracks, or can you stay the night?”

Stars, was this how it felt to have a heart attack? Fi’s heart stuttered in his chest, then started pounding double-time to make up for it. “Stay here?”

You smiled shyly. “You can sleep wherever you want. It’s not an invitation to… yeah. Just… if you didn’t want to go all the way back tonight. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult…”

Fi honestly stopped listening then. Technically speaking, there were repercussions if he was found anywhere other than the barracks… but one look at your rumpled clothing and cozy blankets, and he didn’t care anymore.

With a smile, Fi only asked, “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

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