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opening tf2 writing reqs

hello ! I'm Jasper and i decided to start doing tf2 writing reqs :] once you've read this feel free to drop some in my askbox!

disclaimer: I'm a fem writer and I'd prefer to do mostly fem or gn readers romantically x the characters i am comfortable doing that with

i am a MINOR so all requests must be SFW and if i am uncomfortable with one or don't want to do it i have the right to decline or ignore

these will by default be in headcanon form but you can request a fic form just be noted it'll take slightly longer

characters I'm willing to write:

any and all mercs

other characters include Pauling, Bidwell, Maggie, Zhanna, Jerry & Olivia, selective Saxton, Gray, Blutarch, Redmond, Administrator & Merasmus

romantic ships I'll write for ( STRICTLY SFW )

SolZhanna

ScoutPauling

fem or gn!reader x any merc, also Bidwell and Jerry. I am best with Scout

gn!reader x any merc, Maggie, Zhanna, Pauling, Bidwell, Jerry

platonic ships I'll write for

platonically, any. Canon x canon or reader x canon. but especially

father/child dynamic Texas Toast

sibling dynamic Flash Fire

bromance Boots n Bombs

hunting buddy Sniper x Pauling

spydad

Bidwell x Scout brothers

[keldae]

Drastic Measures (Chapter Six)

True to Kimble’s word, the sublevel exit left them on the beach. They were sheltered from the main thoroughfares of Raider’s Cove for a few minutes, but Theron knew they wouldn’t have long before they were pursued. “We need to get off this planet,” he muttered. “My shuttle should be nearly finished refueling – if they haven’t impounded it yet, I can remotely pilot it to our location.”

“Would the bounty hunters think to capture your shuttle?” Xaja asked as she warily looked around.

“Hard to tell.” Theron took her hand and tugged her back to the relative shelter offered by the palm trees. “There’s still no actual law enforcement here, is there, Kimble?”

“That would require laws to enforce.” Kimble adjusted his rucksack over his shoulder. “But depending how large that pirate crew is and how smart the captain is, they might have sent people back to the docks to figure out which ship’s yours.”

“Wonderful.” Theron whirled, hearing muffled yells from inside Kimble’s residence. “We can argue a plan later. Anyone in the town who might help us?”

“With a hundred million credits on the line?”

“If we get to the jungle,” Xaja interjected, “we might be able to lose them and get the shuttle to pick us up there.”

“Yes, while trying to avoid every single animal in that jungle,” Kimble complained. “Remember the wampas from the last time we were here?”

“The most the animals are gonna do is eat us. They won’t stab us in the back for credits.”

“No, but the spice runners in there might.” Kimble gestured out in the general direction of the jungle with his hand. “The town’s expanded since we were last here, and there’s a whole lot of disreputable stuff that goes on there, even by Raider’s Cove standards. We go that way, we’re as good as dead.”

Blaster fire rang out overhead. Theron swore and dropped Xaja’s hand to return fire at the bounty hunters emerging from the house. Kimble took position to his right. “We’re gonna be good as dead if we don’t get out of here!” he snapped at the medic. “Best shot is to run back for the landing zones and get to my shuttle.”

“Right through Raider’s Cove,” Kimble sarcastically retorted as he nailed one of the hunters with a shot to the head. It was almost disturbing that the man who specialized in healing people was equally as good at killing them when necessary. “That can’t possibly go badly at all.”

“The entire town can’t be looking for us,” Xaja interjected. “Not yet, at least – kriff!” There was the snap-hiss of a saber blade igniting and a blue swirl in front of Theron. The bolt that would have hit him was deflected back to its origins. Shouts from the hunters changed with the recognition of a lightsaber, and Theron cringed inwardly as he remembered just how many bounties still existed for captured Jedi. “Are the lower docks still accessible?”

“If it’s not high-tide and you don’t mind getting chased by crabs or the odd adventurous pirate, yes!” Kimble shot down another hunter. “Assuming, of course, we get there alive.”

“I’m on it.” Theron blinked a command into his implants, and the interface over his left eye showed him a few vulnerable-looking pipes along the side of the building. He angled his blaster up a hair and fired. The shot hit the pipe, but didn’t make it rupture like he’d planned. “For kriff’s sake –”

The lightsaber suddenly flew past him and zoomed over the heads of the bounty hunters, striking the pipe dead-on. Coolant fluid exploded over the hunters, earning screams of pain and fury; it bought Theron enough time to whirl and catch Xaja as she caught the thrown lightsaber and sagged in his arms. “Oww. ‘Kay, maybe… a small mistake…” she groaned as she shakily attempted to regain her balance. She grasped the lapels of Theron’s jacket just to stay upright, shaking like a leaf and far too pale.

“Two years in carbonite and you still have no self-preservation instincts,” Kimble groaned. “The drugs won’t have kicked in fast enough for you to try using the Force!”

“We’ll argue about that later!” Theron stooped and picked Xaja up. “You know any shortcuts?”

“Yeah, but be ready to drop her and start shooting again.” Kimble started running south along the beach, toward the rocky outcropping that separated the town from the shanty village serving as the marketplace. “This way!”

Any situation that ended with the Chancellor, the Supreme Commander, the Chancellor’s most trusted advisors, and the representative from Zakuul all in one office was a bad situation. Jace tried to ignore the throbbing in his head as he stood at rest behind the seat designated as his, too close to the smarmy-looking git that Zakuul had sent as its representative in the Senate. Several nights of too little sleep and too much brandy as he tried to drown out the pain of his son’s suicide was taking its toll on him. Satele was little better: she’d barely said two words in the days since arriving at his apartment door, face ashen and visibly trying to hold her shattered composure together, and failing spectacularly.

He stood to attention as Chancellor Saresh finally entered the room, flanked by two of the Senate guards. “Ambassador Larill,” she tersely greeted the Zakuulan representative as she sat behind her imposing desk. “I trust you have a good reason for calling a meeting like this on such urgent notice?”

“Indeed, Chancellor. The declaration of war is an urgent matter, is it not?”

Jace’s eyes widened, then narrowed suspiciously at the Zakuulan’s words. What declaration of war? Even if Saresh had been pushing for executive administrative power over the course of the war, any declarations of war (whether by or against the Republic) would have had to have crossed his desk. And he knew that no such notice had come to his attention.

Saresh’s eyes bulged, and her mouth opened and closed twice before she finally snapped back at the Zakuulan. “What do you mean, the declaration of war? The Republic has done nothing but honour the treaty terms your Emperor imposed on us!”

“Have you, then? Then explain this to me, Chancellor…” Larill rested his hands on the desk and leaned forward into Saresh’s space. “Why was there a Republic saboteur laying a plan to attack the Spire’s civilian population?”

“A Republic… what?”

“I know you heard me.” He levelled a cold gaze at the Chancellor. “We have surveillance footage and eyewitness accounts of a reported Republic asset setting highly explosive detonite charges across the Spire. Had he been able to activate them, he would have killed thousands, if not millions, of my people. Sending a spy to my planet with the intention to commit an act of terrorism constitutes an act of war, Chancellor.”

“We sent no spies to Zakuul, and certainly no saboteurs! Civilian-targeted terrorism is beneath the Republic’s standards.” Saresh had regained something of her composure, and her shock had morphed into fury. “If you seek combatants more inclined to attack civilians, you should look at the Empire. Their spies fake my peoples’ accent well enough.”

Larill’s eyes narrowed as a malicious smile spread over his face. “Ah, but would someone from the Sith Empire have attacked my people for the sake of rescuing one of your own?” The smile widened. “Your terrorist was interrupted before he could set off the charges, but he did manage to commit another act of terrorism while he fled: He aided the escape of the Outlander assassin responsible for the murder our Immortal Emperor Valkorion. A former member of your Jedi Order, that woman is potentially more dangerous than even he is.”

“… The Outlander assassin? It’s a myth. No such person from the Republic ever made it onto Zakuul to –”

“Enough of your lies!” The ambassador slammed down a holotransmitter and activated it. The lights formed to show two rotating human faces: one male, one female. “You will surrender the terrorist and the assassin to Zakuulan custody, or we will declare war on the Republic – and this time, no treaty will save you.”

Jace felt the blood drain out of his face — not at the Zakuulan’s words, but at the two images he saw rotating on Saresh’s desk. The woman he recognized; everyone in the higher-up ranks of Republic Command knew Jedi Master Xaja Taerich, or at least knew of her. He’d only spoken with her over the holo a couple of times, but had been impressed by her courage and her attitude of ‘do what needs doing, figure out the diplomatic questions later.’ He’d been as upset as the rest of the Republic when he heard of her death aboard Darth Marr’s flagship (even if he quietly judged her for being there in the first place). The idea that she could be the infamous assassin was outrageous.

The male face made his heart break, and he stomped out the tendril of hope before it could take root. Theron… it can’t be you. Why you?

Saresh’s eyes narrowed as she studied the faces. “The woman, according to all Republic intelligence, is long dead. Xaja Taerich was killed by your forces immediately before the war broke out. I don’t have the man, but I can identify him for you.” She either didn’t see Jace’s eyes widen in horror, or ignored it. “His name is Theron Shan, and he is a disavowed rogue agent –”

“Was a disavowed rogue agent.” Jace almost wasn’t aware that he’d spoken until Larill raised a questioning eyebrow at him and Saresh shot him a murderous glare. “According to my… personal sources, Theron Shan is dead. He was killed several days ago.” Those words still hurt to say, as though every time he spoke them, they were made more real. If he ignored them, perhaps he could imagine that his son still lived…

“Your sources are incorrect, Commander Malcom.” The Zakuulan dismissively turned away from the grizzled veteran. “As are yours, Chancellor. Either that, or you’re lying to me to protect this… Taerich and Shan. Where are they?”

“If I had either of them, I’d give them to you on a platter,” Saresh snapped, and now Jace was convinced she was actively ignoring his glare. She knew Theron had been a personal favourite agent of his, even if she didn’t know of their familial connection as far as Jace knew. “Master Taerich was an arrogant, rebellious traitor to the Republic, and Agent Shan was responsible for the deaths of thousands of Republic military personnel and civilians on Ziost. If they still lived, I would be delighted to hand them over to you and rid myself of two nuisances.”

Theron Shan and Xaja Taerich were two of the best assets the Republic had! Jace silently raged as his fist clenched behind his back. And this is how you honour their memory?!

“Oh, I can assure you that they live still. These images were taken only three days ago.” Larill smirked cruelly. “Emperor Arcann is most displeased with this act of rebellion from the Republic, Chancellor. You will give me the terrorist and the assassin.”

“If I knew where they were, I’d point you right to them! I would hand them over in slave collars!”

“Big words mean nothing without actions.” Larill turned and sauntered out of the office. “You have one standard week to produce the two assets, or Emperor Arcann will retaliate. I wonder what world he’ll burn first… Balmorra? Dantooine? Coruscant itself?”

The door to the office hissed closed, and for a long minute there was silence. Saresh finally lunged to her feet and whirled to face Jace, ignoring the rest of her advisors. “Where is he, Malcom?” she snarled. “I want him – now.”

“What makes you think I know where Theron is? My last report indicated he was dead!” No way was Jace mentioning that his knowledge came from the suicide note Theron had sent him. “If he actually does live…”

“I expect you to know where he is because he’s your bastard son!” The Chancellor exclaimed. “It’s his life or the entire Republic, Commander. I know which one I would choose.”  She narrowed her eyes at him, leaning across the table. “Find him – ask his mother, for all I care – and drag his sorry shebs back here or give me coordinates to give to Zakuul!”

Saresh pushed herself back to stand tall with a huff. “And where you find him, you’ll probably find Taerich. They always seemed to be joined at the hip.” She smirked, giving a snort of derisive laughter. “Like father, like son.”

Jace’s face drained of all colour as the furious Chancellor stalked out of the room, followed by her entourage of guards and advisors. How did she know…? Theron. I need to find Theron. What he was going to do after he found his son, he wasn’t sure yet.

He was pounding on Marcus Trant’s office door twenty minutes later, and sighed in relief when the SIS Director finally let him in. “Finally. I need to talk to you. It’s about – ”

“Theron? I was just about to call you.” Marcus handed Jace a datapad. “You need to read this. I heard the ultimatum to Saresh about a minute before I saw this.”

“What –” Jace fell back into a chair as Arcann’s broadcasted message scrolled before his eyes. Images of the two supposed rogues that Zakuul was hunting matched what Larill showed Saresh in the meeting — and the male looked so much like Theron that Jace’s heart skipped a beat. It was an identical match, down to the implants and the haircut and the facial expression. Jace was reasonably sure Theron didn’t have a twin brother.

“One of my agents thinks he’s spotted Theron on Rishi, with a woman who might be Master Taerich. That intel’s only come in an hour ago.” Marcus rested his elbows on his desk and watched Jace absorb the news. “Kriff whatever suicide note Theron sent you — he’s alive, Jace. Alive and getting into more trouble than usual.”

“My son…” Jace set the datapad down and raked his hands over his scarred face, grateful for Marcus tactfully turning his head and ignoring the tear trickling out of the Supreme Commander’s eye. He coughed, regaining his composure. “How soon can your people get in contact with him and get him to safety?”

His life, or the entire Republic. Jace felt sick knowing that he was prioritizing his son’s safety over the people he’d sworn to protect… but he couldn’t betray Theron. Not like this. Not now.

“He’s been actively avoiding SIS contact since he left Coruscant,” Marcus grunted in frustration and picked up his half-empty mug of caf. Taking a sip, he frowned, then put it down. “If that is actually Master Taerich with him, we might be able to reach her. I have a report that one affiliate of the Order was last sighted on Rishi fairly recentl –” He paused as a text tone sounded in the office. “That’s not mine.”

“It’s mine,” Jace said. He numbly reached for his comm, recognizing the tone: it was customized for Theron’s messages. The last time he’d heard that sound, he’d screamed his denial of his son’s suicide note and thrown the device across the room after trying to call Theron and not getting an answer…

Not dead yet. Can’t talk, will explain later. Sorry. T.

“For fuck’s sake, Theron!” Jace shouted at the comm, ignoring Marcus choking on his caf.

Thank the Force for low tide, Xaja thought to herself as the trio hurried through waist-high ocean water. Doc was just in front of them, holding his rucksack with his medical gear on his shoulders to keep the bag dry. Theron was only a step or two behind the medic, still holding Xaja in his arms and frequently casting worried glances over his shoulder. Xaja had offered to get down and run on her own when the throbbing in her head from using the Force had eased somewhat, but Theron had only adjusted his grip on her and refused to set her down.

It was probably a fortunate thing for Xaja, if less so for Theron. She was short enough that the water height would have impeded her movements more than it did the men with her, even without the lingering muscle weakness. Doc’s medicines had made her feel much better, but she could tell she wasn’t whole yet.

The trio darted into the shadows that Bootlegger’s Market cast over the water and Doc took a quick look around. “I don’t see any pirates or crabs yet,” he hissed. “How far away’s your shuttle, Shan?”

“On the other side of the market, naturally,” Theron muttered as he finally set Xaja down on her feet and kept an arm around her back to steady her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, better than I was.” Xaja gave Theron a smile, then craned her neck around to look for any signs of pursuit. “Those hunters won’t be far behind us…”

“Yeah. We need to keep moving. I don’t feel like dying today.” Doc resettled his rucksack on his back, well above the water. “Let’s move.”

“If we can find somewhere with a news terminal on the way, so much the better,” Theron said as he hurried alongside Doc. He held Xaja’s hand tightly, half to support her, half to ensure he couldn’t lose her in the darkness under the docks. “I want to find this bounty posting and see who wants our heads this badly.”

“We can narrow that down with who can afford to pay that much for your heads,” Doc muttered. “Good news is, if we turn you in to whoever’s looking for you, we can probably get enough to afford the cure for the carboni –”

“Not an option,” Xaja quickly said, giving Doc a glare. “We’re not turning Theron in, even if they’re offering the cure itself.”

“I was kidding!” Doc protested.

“Thanks, Kimble,” Theron growled. He tugged Xaja closer to his side, frowning back over his shoulder. “They should have been following us by now,” he muttered. “Why aren’t they?”

“I, for one, am not complaining about that,” Doc retorted.

The spy sighed. “I will be if we’re walking into a trap,” he hissed.

“There were a few other routes we could have taken to get back to the shore and the town itself once we were off the beach,” Xaja pointed out. “Maybe they think we took one of those?”

“Things never go that easily,” Theron grumbled. “There’s gotta be a trap in here.”

“Besides the spice runners, the odd pirate, and the crabs?” Doc looked around. “I don’t see anything else.”

Xaja frowned, considering risking opening her senses to the Force. The splash of ocean water against her thighs made her look down and frown. Hadn’t that just been at her knees? “Doc, what time does the tide come in?”

“Mid-day, usually around 13:00.”

Theron frowned, then blinked in that strange way that let Xaja know he was interacting with his implants, and his eyes went wide. “Would now be a bad time to let you know that it’s 12:53?”

“Kriffing hell,” Doc groaned. “This is not how I thought today was going to go when I woke up this morning.” He squinted into the darkness. “I think the nearest access to surface-level is this way.”

“I guess now we’re going to find out if all of Raider’s Cove is actively gunning for us,” Xaja muttered as she hurried beside Theron. “Is that better or worse than drowning under the docks?”

“Better, I think,” Theron quickly responded. “We can shoot the bounty hunters and get intel while we’re up there. We can’t exactly do that against the ocean.”

“I dunno, drowning sounds like it would be less painful,” Doc piped up.

“If we’re dying here, I want to die fighting,” Theron grumbled. “Not swimming.”

“Guys, maybe less talk about ways to die and more trying to actively avoid dying…?”

“You started it, Red.”

“And now I’m ending it! I’m not kriffing dying until I’ve found a way to kick Arcann’s ass for freezing me for two years!”

Two run-ins with giant shellback crabs and several long minutes of running through rapidly-rising seawater later, and Theron finally ran up the ramp to the market thoroughfare. He immediately dodged between two buildings and shifted to the side as Xaja hurried up beside him, Kimble right behind her. “I vote we never do that again,” the spy muttered as he bent over and focused on breathing. He was far from out of shape, but running and swimming through water that, by the time they’d escaped the lower dock levels, had been up to his chest was exhausting.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with you,” Kimble said as he looked over his shoulder. “Good news is, the meds are still dry.”

“Good,” Xaja mumbled as she rested her back against the wall and closed her eyes. She was shaking, and Theron didn’t think it was from feeling cold this time. He worriedly frowned, placing a hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes again and gave him a weary smile. “I’m okay, just drained.”

“I can believe it.” What had been chest-high for him and Kimble had been nearly shoulder-high for the small Jedi, and there had been a moment of panic for the spy when he almost lost her in the dark water. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, half to reassure himself that she was all right. “Keep breathing, okay? Take it easy for a second. Kimble, can you –”

“On it.” Kimble was already moving over to check on Xaja. “Any muscle spasms? Dizziness? Migraines…?”

Theron crept back out of the alley as he heard Xaja’s negative answers to Kimble’s questions, carefully looking around. No signs of pursuit; no prickles on the back of his neck warning him of danger; no pirates suspiciously looking around for someone matching his description. He frowned, slowly nodded, and made his way over to a public data terminal. Let’s see if Xaja’s the subject of any new bounty postings.

It was easy enough for him to slice into the terminal’s files and connect to the HoloNet, but he didn’t even have to go to a specific bounty forum before the broadcast flashed through his vision. What’s worse, he wondered, realising we’re both going to be hunted by everyone and their mother, or… did they find the explosives? If Xaja ever finds out about that… His face drained of all colour as he mechanically downloaded the broadcast to his implants, then turned and felt his heart leap into his throat when he saw a couple of well-armoured individuals walking down the causeway. More bounty hunters? Or would Arcann have sent agents from Zakuul across the galaxy to find us? He slipped through the crowd and just avoided the hunters’ sight as he ducked back into the alley.

Xaja looked up as Kimble put away his scanner, apparently satisfied with whatever he’d seen in the results. “I was starting to worry, Theron,” she said, then frowned. “Are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Gotta agree with her,” Kimble agreed as he squinted at Theron. “You sure you’re okay?”

“For now,” Theron said. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “But we won’t be okay if we don’t get off Rishi now.” Making eye contact with Xaja, he grimaced. He hated having to say this to her. “The bounty’s legit. Arcann’s after both of us. He doesn’t have our names yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”

Xaja paled visibly despite the shadowy alley. “Fierfek. Where can we run to?”

“I don’t know,” Theron confessed. “We’ll figure that out when we’re not here.” He took Xaja’s hand and looked at Kimble. “You’re not on that bounty yet, but…”

“If word gets out I’m helping you, they’ll add me fast enough.” Kimble set his jaw in determination. “I’m going with you. Someone’s gotta keep track of these meds and keep Xaja alive.”

“Good.” Xaja gave the medic a tight smile and stepped back out to the alley exit with Theron. “We’re close to the shuttle, right?”

“Ish. If we’re lucky we might be able to get off-world before those hunters realize we didn’t drown.” Theron stepped out of the alley after taking another hard look around. No immediate danger— he started hurrying toward the docks with Xaja at his side, Kimble on her other side. Don’t make eye contact; don’t draw attention, he silently repeated in his head, over and over again. Just act casual and maybe nobody will notice. Ten more metres passed underfoot. So far so good. See, the ramp’s just ahead. You’re just fine…

The first blaster shot whizzed by his ear. Theron acted on instinct as he whirled and shoved Xaja down, trying to identify the source of that shot. “Shuttle’s two hundred metres to the left, preflight checks are done. Run!”

“Easier said than done!” Kimble yelled back, opening fire. Theron glanced over, finding the medic taking aim at the pirates swarming the causeway. He squeezed off two shots, taking down two of the pursuers. “What’s your next brilliant escape plan?”

Theron loudly swore and started shooting at the pirates, pressing his back against a stack of crates for cover. “I’m making this up as I go!”

“Oh, isn’t that reassuring!”

“Can you two quit arguing for five minutes?” Xaja snapped as she activated one of her lightsabers and spun the blade, deflecting two shots back to the pirates. One man dropped dead, another staggered from a wound. “If we can’t make it to the shuttle, can it make it to us?”

“As long as nobody’s identified and boarded it,” Theron muttered as he connected to the shuttle’s piloting systems through the implants again. “ETA of forty seconds, we’re making this a running jump again.”

“Great.” Kimble flinched from a shot that bounced off a lamppost beside his head. “There’s no possible way this could go wrong.”

“There’s only room for one cynic in this group, and that’s me, Kimble!”

“For kriff’s sake, you two! Not the time or –” Xaja cried out and fell to her knees, lightsaber deactivating. Theron paled and grabbed her as she sagged, and felt his heart nearly stop when he saw the ugly blaster burn on her left shoulder.

“Hey, ‘s’okay , Red,” Kimble quickly soothed as he crouched on Xaja’s other side behind the crates. He holstered his blaster in favour of pulling the injured Jedi upright. “You know, if you wanted our attention that bad, you didn’t have to get yourself shot to do it.”

Xaja snorted, although the motion made her wince and clutch onto Theron’s jacket sleeve. “Oww. Oh, that hurt.”

“How do you attract the worst sorts of trouble?” Theron asked as he wrapped an arm around Xaja’s waist to keep her upright.

“Traveling with you?”

Theron wasn’t above glaring at the pretty Jedi, no matter how much he cared for her. “Thanks so much for that.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth until the whine of his shuttle engines drew his attention sharply to the right. “Kimble, can you get her on board if I cover you?”

“On it.” The medic grunted as he took Xaja’s weight from Theron, hauling the Jedi’s uninjured arm over his shoulders as the shuttle appeared beside them. “How close can you get?”

“That’s as close as we’re getting before I start hitting the causeway. Jump!” Theron spun to cover the medic and Jedi, both blasters firing to give them cover from the pirates. He heard Kimble grumble incoherently, followed by the sounds of two humans jumping off the causeway. There were no sounds of splashing from anyone hitting the water below. That was good. Edging backward toward the ramp, blaster fire was visible out of the corner of his eye. He’d barely noticed Kimble leaning out of the shuttle and shooting at the pirates before he whirled and took a running leap to the ramp. “Xaja’s on?” he asked as he landed in a crouch and ran into the shelter of the vessel’s interior.

“I’m here,” Xaja’s strained voice answered. The Jedi was slouched in one of the chairs, gingerly trying to wriggle her injured arm out of the jacket sleeve and wincing with every movement. “You’re not hurt?”

“No, I –” Theron cringed as the blaster bolt slammed into the side of his shuttle as Kimble slammed the control for the ramp to raise. “Let’s move! Kimble, see what you can do about that shot while I’m getting us out of here.”

“Already on it! Do you have any sort of decent medical equipment on this thing?”

“First aid kit’s in the first locker on your left,” Theron called over his shoulder as he ran for the pilot’s seat. Okay, where’s close enough for a short jump from here…

“This is almost a worse crime against medicine than Red’s attempts to do anything with kolto,” Kimble loudly complained as he scowled at the depleted contents of the first aid kit.

“I heard that!” Xaja growled, although the words were lost in a hiss as Theron’s piloting made her shift to the left and bump her shoulder. “Oh, kriff…”

“Easy. I gotcha.” Kimble set the kit down; Theron could hear him gingerly removing Xaja’s jacket so he could look at the burn. “Oh, that’s hardly anything compared to what you picked up on Makeb, remember?”

“I try not to remember that entire month-long shit-show…”

The twitch in the back of his mind made Theron look up at the same time that Xaja did. A second later, a turbolaser bolt slammed into the water just to the starboard side of the shuttle, making Theron yell as he righted the vessel. “Kriffing hell, they didn’t wait long to start chasing us!” He gunned the engines through Rishi’s atmosphere and scowled when he noticed no less than three ships on his tail, with more coming up. “Hang on, this is gonna get rough!”

“Why does anyone do anything with you, Shan?” Kimble loudly complained. “Everything you touch becomes a disaster!”

“I resent that!” Theron plugged in nearby coordinates, just enough for a short hyperspace jump to throw the pirates off their track. “Jumping to hyperspace in three…”

Another ship suddenly emerged into real-space just over their heads. Theron barely had time to register the make of the ship as an X-70B Phantom, but didn’t have the chance to wonder why that ship was familiar before he was swerving around it and gunning it for hyperspace.

“Holy – !” Reanden pulled up hard on the Shadow’s controls as he came out into realspace virtually on top of a nondescript shuttle hauling ass away from Rishi. And the spy could understand why — he counted no less than three ships, all tagged by local gangs, jumping into hyperspace immediately after the shuttle. Another half-dozen swarmed in the atmosphere.

“I don’t envy whoever’s in that shuttle,” Dr. Lokin dryly remarked as he watched the ships vanish into space. “You don’t suppose…”

“One small ship being chased by two or three pirate gangs?” Reanden’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bounty posting as high as the one Arcann’s put out. If that is Shan’s ship, they’re going to have everyone chasing them across the galaxy.”

“Your daughter’s proving to be more difficult to keep track of than your sons, combined.” Lokin shook his head. “Are we pursuing?”

“Damn straight we are. SCORPIO, calculate where that ship’s trajectory will put them at. We’re going after them.”

The droid gave Reanden what might be described as a condescending look, but she obeyed the order. “The shuttle’s current trajectory puts it in line for arriving in Manda’s orbital path within a standard hour. The pursuing pirate ships will not be far behind.”

“And neither will we.” The old spy quickly plugged in the coordinates, and the Shadow leapt into hyperspace in pursuit of the pirates and their target.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Ok, so we have the entire support team prego spaghetto. But was goes in usually has to come out again, so...how would each of them handle going into labor? (How tf would they even give birth anyway...) Who stays calm? Who flips their shit? What happens when they finally get to hold their child for the first time.

Well...itll go out the way it came in ( Medic is a man of science and he didnt only implant baboon utero...*it'll come out from their butt, ouchie*)

Medic

As a man of science ( beyond morality or common good) he'll insist much to his teammates dismay to go through it the natural way. He has a low pain tolerance compare to others, but hes beyond excited to catalog how his body reacts to the birth. He's suprisingly calm through the first hours. Heavy is the only man brav-allowed in the medbay and hes basically his emotional support and helper. Engineer is allowed outside just in case something really bad happens but quite weirdly the process is quite smooth. He screams like a banshee towards the end but thats expected. Technically hes the first holding his bebe but his in doctor mood so he isn't responsive. Once the baby is clean and healthy he becomes a puddle of mush and cries while Heavy is bearhugging them both.

Sniper

He doesnt care what medic says, hell take every drug known to mankind to not feel the pain. So basically hes high as a kite the whole process and passes out cold once his done pushing. After medic shocks him back to the living, he snuggles his bebe and is down to bite anyone who tries to take it away from him.

Spy

He has nightmares and panic attacks about what will happen. He doesnt trust medic neither his teammates to help him during the worst tortures known to mankind. But he's also not sure how he can go to another medical professional with his condition and be treated without being caught and used as a circus freak. So he does what every reasonable adult does and tries to forget about it. Spoiler alert: when the baby wants out, it wants out. So he barricades in his smoking room and has to give birth on the couch or front of the fireplace while begging for death and the realise from his misery. He screams loud enough to be heard from Antarctica so the entire base knows that its time. Scout is the one who has to go and help him ( because I want this Spydad moment and because the team is terrified of what can a distressed Spy do.) Just before Scout opens the door, Spy delivers and collapses. Scout helps Spy sit up and maybe give him water, and hes the one to help him clean the baby. Spy is bawling and mumbles incomprehensible french and english. In the end Scout covers up Spy in a blanket and he coos over his bebe sister. Then medic comes around the corner to peak and Spy smashes an ashtray just above his head and would hunt him down but he wants to hold his bebes some more

[keldae]

Stories

Spydad is being uncooperative (colour me surprised), so here’s the Theron/Xaja half of the ask!

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Daenril seemed to have come to the conclusion that sleeping through the night was highly overrated, and had taken to voicing his opinions aloud. Force, Xaja loved her son, she did…

… but right now, when it was barely after two in the morning and Daenril was loudly squawking his displeasure in the next room over, he was Theron’s son, not hers. She groaned into her pillow, mentally trying to summon up the willpower to crawl out of her warm bed and try to get the toddler back to sleep, or at least back to quietly lying down. 

The mattress shifted as Theron sat up with a soft groan, tossing the blankets back to land on Xaja. “I got him,” he mumbled as he swung his feet to the floor. “Go back to sleep, love.”

“Mmmph.” Too out of it to form any real words, Xaja just burrowed her face further into her pillow and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Theron’s footsteps and the hiss of the door connecting their bedroom to the nursery. A few seconds later, she heard Daenril’s loud, high-pitched squeal of delight upon seeing his father. 

“I’m glad one of us is happy to be awake,” Theron’s voice drifted back to Xaja. She heard him sigh, and could visualize him raking a hand through his mussed-up hair. “You gotta settle down, Daenril. Your mama and I both need to sleep, even if you apparently don’t--”

“No!” Daenril’s new favourite word was accompanied by a giggle. “No!”

“Yes, sleep,” Theron argued back. “Sleep is good for little boys like you, and their parents.”

“No!” There was silence for a moment, before Daenril angelically cooed “Dada.”

Theron sighed again. “Too smart for your own good, kid. You know that?” To judge by Daenril’s giggle, he did. Having apparently given up the futile efforts of arguing with a wide-awake and, frankly, adorable toddler who knew just how to press his daddy’s buttons, he sounded resigned to being up for longer than he had wanted. “What’s it gonna take for you to go back to sleep, buddy? Playtime is not the answer.”

Daenril babbled nonsensically for a few moments. If there were any new words in his repertoire, Xaja couldn’t hear them through the door. She yawned and snuggled down under the blankets, fatigued, yet unable to fall back to sleep, for some reason.

“What about if Daddy tells you a story? One more bedtime story?” The happy babble seemed to be an affirmative answer. “Okay, one more story then. But we gotta be quiet, buddy. Mama’s still asleep. Heroes like her need sleep as much as you do.” There was a soft grunt, then the sound of footsteps; when Xaja cracked an eye open to look at the nursery door, she could just see Theron pacing back and forth in the dim glow cast by Daenril’s nightlight, holding the little boy. Even though she couldn’t see in the dim light, she was pretty sure their son was holding onto his favourite stuffed nerf plush -- a gift from Satele. “Did you know your mama’s a bona fide hero?”

Daenril made a happy little noise. “Mama.”

“Yeah, buddy. She is one. She was a Jedi hero a long time before Daddy ever met her, you know.” Theron lowly hummed in thought for a moment. “Daddy knew she was a hero when he asked her to help him with a big mission that turned into hunting down a bunch of trai-- of sneaky bad guys. Don’t tell Mama this, but Daddy had a crush on her all the way back then, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Of course, Daddy didn’t think he had a shot with this super pretty Jedi hero, not when she was a Jedi, and when she was so pretty and popular that she could have had anyone she wanted. There were a few months when Daddy and Auntie Lana had to go into hiding since the other good guys thought we were with the bad guys, and I’ll admit, Daddy was pining for Mama the entire time. Auntie Lana would say Daddy was a grouch that entire time until your Mama came to help us track down the real bad guys, along with your Uncle Korin and Uncle Sorand and your granddad. By that point, Daddy had just about convinced himself that Mama only liked him as a friend.”

Despite her weariness, Xaja smiled fondly and settled in to listen to the rest of the story, idly wondering which one of her and Theron’s early adventures was tonight’s bedtime story.

“And then after Auntie Lana set Daddy up as bait, Daddy got captu-- uhhh, Daddy met Great-Great-Grandpa Revan, who was the leader of the bad guys. Grandpa Revan wasn’t the nicest guy around.” Theron made a soft hushing noise as Daenril babbled his opinions about ‘Grandpa Revan’. “Shush, buddy. Revan… wanted Daddy to stick around and join his bad guys. But Daddy didn’t want to, so he decided he was going to sneak out, find your Mama, and tell her what Revan’s plans were. Daddy stole a blaster from the bad guys, snuck out of his cell, hauled ass to the exit, came around a corner -- and there was Mama, yelling at Revan over the holo, demanding he tell her where Daddy was, lightsabers blazing and more upset than any Jedi I’d seen before. She had broken in to rescue Daddy when she had a bunch of other, more important stuff to be doing.”

At that, Xaja wanted to interject with a correction -- nothing had been more important in that moment than finding Theron and getting him back to safety. She could still remember the fear that had nagged at her from the moment she had found out he’d been captured, and then the relief she’d felt when she had seen him tear around the corner and run up to her -- beaten to within an inch of his life, covered in bruises and blood, but alive. Disregarding Revan on the holo, or her father a few metres away, she had deactivated her lightsabers just in time to catch him in a hug, under the pretense of keeping him from falling to his knees (and really, who would have believed that a five-foot-nothing woman could have kept a guy who towered a solid foot over her from falling, Jedi or not?). She still wasn’t sure if the memory of Theron clinging to her had been him returning the hug, or merely trying to keep himself upright.

“And then Revan tried to make the whole place crash down on us, and your granddad couldn’t override the systems to stop it. Fortunately, Auntie Lana managed to get into the computers from a long way off and stop the crashing before the roof could land on our heads.” Theron hummed thoughtfully for a moment as Daenril cooed. “That was one of the lousiest days of Daddy’s life, but it was also one of the best. That was the moment that Daddy realized that maybe he did have a chance with the pretty Jedi hero who’d come storming in to save him, if she liked him enough to come rescue him when there was a lot of other stuff she could be doing.” He lowly chuckled. “And considering that Daddy finally got to kiss Mama for the very first time after she saved the day again by wrecking Revan’s fleet and getting Grandma Satele and Darth Marr on board… I’d say it all worked out, don’t you think?”

Daenril gurgled something incoherent, which Theron seemed to take as agreement. “Glad you think so, buddy. I don’t think you need to hear the details about the first-kiss story though. We gonna try this whole sleeping thing again?” Xaja closed her eyes again as Theron moved out of her line of sight, feeling herself start to drift off again to the faint sounds of her husband tucking Daenril back into bed.

She finally felt the bed shift several minutes later as Theron crawled back in beside her, and rolled over to snuggle closer to him. “Shhh,” he murmured, soothingly stroking her hair. “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm.” Xaja shook her head, then smiled. “Story’s wrong,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Your story’s wrong.” She opened her eyes again to see Theron’s bewildered look. “Rescuing you was the most important thing.”

“... Shit, you heard that?” Theron sounded sheepish; Xaja could imagine his blush. “How much of it?”

“All’ve it.” Xaja wrapped an arm and a leg around Theron, pulling herself closer to him and brushing a kiss against his shoulder. “Had a crush on you too, spyboy.”

Theron seemed stunned into silence for a moment before he finally smiled. “Still surreal that I got to marry the gorgeous Jedi war hero who liked me back and dropped everything to rescue me, for some reason.”

Xaja shook her head as she yawned. “Lotsa reasons. You’re cute, and smart, and brave, and kind, and my hero--” Another yawn interrupted her list of Theron’s admirable traits.

“And you need sleep, sweetheart.” Theron pressed a kiss into Xaja’s hair and snuggled down with her. “Go back to sleep, my lovely Jedi hero.”

“Mmmm.” Xaja let her eyes drift closed again as she revelled in Theron’s warmth beside her. “Love you.”

She just barely heard Theron’s murmured “I love you too,” before she had faded back into sleep, her dreams now filled with memories of Rishi and their first adventures together.