#rc-1140 fixer

[ersatz-ostrich]

giggling and twirling my hair

Prompt: Fixer + Armor Fitting

This ended up being a bit less fluffy and a bit more tension-filled, but I got a kick out of writing it, so enjoy! To request your own fluffy fic, read the rules here and drop a request in my inbox!

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“I still don’t see why this is necessary,” you complained, waiting for the armory droid to come back with another set of armor. 

Fixer pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously as fed up with you as you were with him. “Again, if you’re going to go out on missions with us, we need to make sure that you have the gear you need to survive.”

“And how did you end up on escort duty, again?” 

“That’s just how things worked out,” he deflected. A second later, he muttered something that sounded like, “Also, Boss cheats at sabacc.”

You laughed at that and Fixer glared. Before he could say something that would escalate the situation, the droid came back with a new stack of plastoid.

“This will be closer to the correct size,” the droid chirped, holding the armor out to you. Obligingly, you accepted it and set about attaching the pieces to the modified black body glove you wore. 

The process was slow, almost painfully so. You had never been asked to wear armor with any of the other units you had been attached to and had retained only a passing knowledge of the different plates until about an hour ago. Now you had the process down, but it wasn’t remotely fast. The droid powered down while it waited for you and Fixer grew increasingly impatient.

Eventually, he sighed one too many times and your temper got the best of you. “I don’t need you here for this to be awful. Can you do us both a favor and wait in the mess?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Fixer snapped. “Putting on armor is a process that should take three minutes, not twenty.”

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Just finished Republic Commando (2005) for the first time, nobody touch me.

[mutilatemyheart]

"Scorch didn't reply. He could hear Fixer snoring mechanically in the next bunk, and the noise now seemed reassuring rather than something that exasperated him enough to pour a jug of water over his brother while he slept."

I often think about this passage from Order 66. Fixer snoring is just the cutest thing to me. It got me wondering if Scorch ever really did pour a jug of water on his brother in the past. Which then led to me writing this. -

The cockpit was quiet and peaceful when you were the only one awake. Scorch never liked the silence. He had told Sev that when he was still and alone, his thoughts grew too loud, but Sev didn’t mind being the one up late to make sure the ship stayed on course without incident. Sure, he was tired and his muscles ached from being in the heat of battle for days without end, but Boss would be up to relieve him soon. For now, he got to cherish his time alone and enjoy the view that being in hyperspace gave him.

The door behind him hissed open.

“Trouble sleeping?” Sev asked. Boss wasn’t supposed to be up for another hour.

“How can anyone sleep with Fixer snoring louder than the engines?”

Sev turned to look, not at Boss, but at Scorch. His brother crossed his arms and leaned against the control panel. Fixer’s snores were as annoying to Scorch as Boss’s gravely cough had been to Sev the last couple of missions. At least gargling bacta could keep their Sergeant’s coughs at bay for some time. Fixer’s sinuses didn’t care if he drank the entire container, his snores weren’t going away anytime soon.

“Plan H240.” Scorch shot a mischievous smile at his brother. “I’m doing it.”

“He’s going to kill you.” Sev shook his head and fought down the smile trying to creep onto his face. Plan H240 had always just been a joke, but he couldn’t say that he hadn’t thought about seriously doing it himself.

“You can keep my helmet to remember me by,” he snorted and headed for the door. “What do you think would be big enough to use?”

Sev cast one last look out the viewport to make sure everything still looked fine before following Scorch. This was something he didn’t want to miss. He could already hear the sound that elicited Scorch’s loathing before they had even made it to the bunks. The almost perfect repetition of it echoed softly around them. He almost felt bad for his older brother. It wasn’t like Fixer was doing it on purpose, and sleep was such a rare and precious thing to all of them, but his curiosity to how it would all play out kept him from stopping what was about to happen.

Scorch rummaged around as quietly as he could until he pulled out a medium sized jug that he waved in the air triumphantly then headed for the ‘fresher. Light spilled across the floor as the door opened. Boss shifted in his sleep, his breathing hitching for just a moment before resuming it’s steady, deep pace. Sev shot a quick look at the two sleeping Commandos as the sound of water flowing from the tap whispered its way toward him. Waking any Commando suddenly was dangerous. Waking them this way was unfathomable…. And they called him psycho. They all needed to take a harder look at Scorch.

Water sloshed over the edge of the jug slightly as Scorch moved silently across the room. Sev felt like he was watching a large beast stalk its prey through thick underbrush. He hesitated as he loomed over Fixer’s sleeping form. His eyebrows knitted together. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. For a moment, Sev thought that Scorch had changed his mind.

Until the water made contact with Fixer’s face.

The Commando jolted upward, his head hitting the top of the bunk. Scorch jumped back instantly. Sev inhaled sharply through his teeth.

“Kriff!” Fixer shouted, grabbing his forehead.

“What’s going on?” Boss was awake.

Fixer stood up, water dripping from his body and falling to the durasteel floor like rain. Sev knew that Fixer was just as lethal as the rest of them. He had seen his brother kill on several occasions, and he also knew that Fixer preferred hands-on combat with a melee weapon better than anything else, and right now, Sev found himself grateful that Fixer was only in his blacks.

“What the kark is wrong with you?” he shouted when spotted the empty jug in his brother’s hands. Fixer slammed his palms roughly against Scorch’s chest. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

Boss stepped between the two and nodded toward the ‘fresher. “Go dry off.”

His tone left little room for argument, but Fixer didn’t move instantly. He only stood there glaring into his younger brother’s eyes as if trying to rip out his soul through his eye sockets. Boss stood unwaveringly between them until Fixer turned away and disappeared through the door of the ‘fresher before turning to look at the smug grin on Scorch’s face.

“What the hell possessed you to do that?” Boss asked, folding his arms across his chest. His face was set in the ‘no-nonsense, serious boss’ look that he used mostly when dealing with Jedi.

Scorch shrugged. “C’mon, Boss. Don’t act like you’re not tired of his snoring too.”

Boss narrowed his eyes. “You won’t have to worry about his snoring because after you clean up the water, you get to keep watch in the cockpit for the foreseeable future.”

Scorch scrunched his nose in disgust before giving another shrug. “Still worth it.”

[sevscyarika]

Boss: Give me the name of a Mexican dish that ends with “ito”!

Sev: ..Dorito-!

Fixer: What-?!

Scorch: *standing up and clapping* Good answer, Sev- good answer!

Sev: *stands up and yells in victory*

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Based on no evidence whatsoever, I headcanon that Fixer has excellent taste in music. He can and will hook you TF up with incredible bands you've never heard of, and if he makes you a mixtape playlist, he's basically asking for your hand in marriage.

Scorch once called one of Fixer's playlists a "Fixtape," and Sev threatened to shoot him if he ever said that word again.

[owlzshitshow]

incorrect quotes i generated a while back while drafting the delta squad on tantiss AU

I MADE THESE BEFORE THE FINALE SEV IS ALIVE IN THIS AU BTW (FOR NOW)

[arcsimper5]

Star Wars Headcanons

Delta Squad:

*Sev and Scorch constantly get into physical squabbles, but that's all it is, a squabble. They spent enough time being pitched against each other in training by Walon Vau that they have no desire to physically harm each other. Instead, they end up having slap fights, hitting each others hands until one of them gets bored and simply pushes the other over, declaring victory.

*Fixer has the largest and most diverse porn collection anyone in the galaxy has ever seen. It's categorised to perfection, and hidden behind fifteen layers of encryption. He doesn't even watch it much, he just likes being able to give the exact title of whatever saucy film Scorch is talking about and watch the look of utter disbelief on his brother's face.

*Boss 100% wears cologne. He'll deny it until he's blue in the face, no-one knows where he got it or what it's called, but every time he takes his helmet off, a warm, spicy, woody scent manifests. Boss pleads ignorance.

Scorch is ridiculously good at dejarik. No-one knows how, but every time he's at a table, he kicks the shebs of anyone he's pitted against. The Deltas have used this to their advantage to get credits in tight spots before. If asked where he learnt to play, Scorch simply shrugs and says he 'picked it up'.

Sev suffers from chronic pain in his leg. It was caused in a training accident where he broke his leg and Vau pulled him out of bacta early to carry on training. It never fully healed, and it plays up in cold weather. The others know, and sometimes Boss will slow down their pace so Sev isn't pushed too hard, though none of them will ever admit it.

Scorch is the youngest of the group and they are super protective of him, though they'll never admit it. After his accident during training where he got his name, he almost didn't make it and was left with a lot of scarring.

They took turns applying bacta and redressing his wound, with Boss even telling Vau to leave them be while he recovered, which took a lot of guts.

Dividers by the amazing @stars-n-spice

[savethegalaxythroughshenanigans]

Scorch: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Boss and Fixer, in tandem: You're a hazard to society.

Sev: And a coward. Do twenty.

[panther-os]

"The first inter-unit adoption was when Alpha-17's CC training squad adopted CT-7567/Rex and convinced their trainer to go along with it" is actually a common misconception.

The real first adoption was when Delta Squad's RCs adopted CC-5576-39/Gregor and got their trainer's strill attached to the younger clone so Vau didn't have a choice but to accept it.

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Fixer 💚

String 'em along and we'll mop 'em up.

Art taglist: @the-hexfiles @your-slutty-gf @msmeredithrose @lonely-day3636 @dukeoftheblackstar

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[mutilatemyheart]

Heart on the Floor Summary: Sev sees everything, and he knows about your crush on Fixer. Warnings: I don't think any Pairing: Future Fixer x reader. Word Count: 798

The mess hall is fairly quiet when you find a seat tucked away from the others. You still haven’t fully gotten used to being here full time. The room the GAR gave you to stay in while your apartment is being renovated is tiny. You’re grateful they’re letting you stay, but you miss the luxury of having a space that is wholly yours. Your heart aches at the thought that the men around you have never known what that’s like. In a lot of ways, it must be nice to be surrounded by your brothers, but you wonder if they ever wish they had their own personal space to be alone.

A shadow comes over you, blocking the light. You turn your head and look up into the glowing t-visor of Delta Squad’s sniper. Sev is imposing in his fatigues, but he’s outright frightening in his armor. You glance around him to focus on any other member of the squad, but he’s alone.

He pops the seal of his helmet and pulls it off. “You got a second?”

You nod, ignoring your breakfast completely. They were supposed to already be gone on their way to wherever they were being sent, so why is Sev swinging his foot over the bench you’re on and leaning close to you?

“Is everything alright?” You ask. You sound nervous even to yourself.

He stares at you a moment, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to think of how to word the thoughts in his head or if he’s purposefully drawing this out.

“I see everything, you know?” he tells you. “I don’t miss anything.”

His eyes never leave yours, and you’re not sure what to say. The intensity on his face and the posture of his body reminds you of police interrogations you’ve seen in holofilms.

“Okay,” you say, shifting in your seat. “That’s���good? I bet that comes in handy with you being a sniper.”

He deflates with a sigh. That was clearly not what he wanted you to say.

“I saw your eyes light up.” He gives you a look like those words should trigger the conversation he’s really wanting to have. You stare at him blankly. He frowns. “Your eyes light up every time you see Fixer. What’s your plan there?”

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock. Is he really implying what you think he is?

“My plan?” You question. “Sev, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. My plan for what?”

A low, irritated growl leaves his throat. This is not going how he wanted it to, but he doesn’t seem to know how to get it through to you fully. He drums his fingers against the top of the table and glances around the mess hall.

“I know you’ve got it bad for Fixer. Scorch sees it, too. Are you going to act on it?”

So much for implying it. Sure, you’ve been increasingly more interested in Fixer, but you didn’t know you had been so obvious. How long have they known? Does Fixer know? Does he want you to act on it? Would it even matter if you did? Fixer had never acted like he was interested in a relationship when he was around you. Have you missed the signs?

“Sev, I don’t… I don’t know what to say. No, I don’t have a plan. Has he said anything about this?” You ask, searching Sev’s face for any clues he may leave unsaid.

“He-”

Whatever he’s going to say is cut off by the noise of his comlink going off.

“Sev, where are you? We should already be on the ship,” Boss’s disembodied voice says. He sounds annoyed.

Sev stands up and grabs his helmet off the table. “On my way. I’ll meet you at the hanger in a moment.”

“Now, Oh-Seven. We’re running late as it is.”

Sev’s eyes meet yours at Fixer’s words. He gives you a smug smile when you glance at the comlink on his gauntlet as if you would actually see his brother.

“On my way,” he says again. He looks back to you. “You have some time to work on that plan. Just don’t drop his heart on the floor because I’d hate to rip yours out.”

You know he’s not serious…or you hope he’s not serious, but he delivers it stone-faced. He doesn’t say goodbye as he walks away from you and your breakfast that’s beginning to grow cold. Not that you’re exactly hungry anymore. Maybe you should talk to Fixer about this. Maybe you should work on a plan to voice your feelings to him. You’re not sure how long they’ll be gone, but a sinking feeling in your gut tells you that their time away from Coruscant is going to feel a lot longer this time.

[sevscyarika]

Delta Squad playing Loteria

Fixer, holding up the card and waving it around: Escalera ooooooooh!!!!!!

Scorch, having Escalera: AH FUCK YEAH!!!

[calebjorgens2024]

I’ve just had a recent dream regarding Tech, he was wearing a dark grey uniform of an imperial scientist with rank bar denoting his status as Imperial Commander and Science Officer. He was calmly adjusting his glasses as he typed out scientific diagrams regarding contraptions of any kind. This only fuels my plans to expand my Imperial Tech au! Once his chip activates. He’ll be more logically harsh in addition to being practical, cold, calculated, determined, firm, stern, serious, cunning, businesslike, persuasive, brutally honest, reasonable, brutally honest.

as such. The Amaxines, The Drengir are also involved in my Imperial Tech AU as is Phee Genoa. Case Solving is also included!

Not only that, I’ve recently dreamt Tech was giving new recruits for the Imperial Science Division a tour of his massive lab on Mt. Tantiss in addition to the others on Coruscant and Ziost!

[trudemaethien]

Darman

ten+ headcanons for this guy coming right up! from this meme

He’s not really quick-witted or quippy, rather a deep thinker. He likes to ruminate on a concept for a good long while, then when he discusses it he has rock solid points.

Next to his own RC-1136 designation, Taler was the RC-1135 he asked after while delaying to load up post-Geonosis, and he misses his closest brother immensely.

Boss (RC-1138) was from their decant batch as well, and Fixer (RC-1140) from the next one. Thus they’re all just a little bit more well-known to each other than the other members of Omega and Delta.

Vin and Jay often haunt his mind as well. He knew the other three Thetas the longest of all the people he’s ever been on a squad with.

He’s lost a lot of people, and though he’s quiet about it, he never stops grieving.

He likes doing various mathematical calculations (like detonation yields) and so does Fi (like sniper windages), so they often play number games to pass the time.

Once he successfully wraps his mind around Corr not being a 1-to-1 replacement for Fi, he allows himself to enjoy his company more, and he’s the brother Corr gravitates to most often. They like to chat about explosions in ways that horrify everyone who hears them.

His name is a bit of morbid humor, a play on dar’manda, which can be translated in a variety of ways, none of them pleasant. (dead man, lost soul, no longer mandokarla, etc.) He stuck with it because it made Skirata uncomfortable and he thinks the sergeant should have to face the reality of the clones’ status at all times.

He likes kids even if he is not ready to be a parent himself.

The memory of meeting Etain in that glade on Qiilura is a feature of his spank bank. He’s a little sentimental and it was really pretty, okay?

He’s slightly demisexual in that he finds the people he likes more attractive as he gets to know them better.

He’s very loyal and focused, but not necessarily to one singular recipient, both romantically and in a more general sense.

He holds a grudge like nobody’s business.