RC-1262, Delta 62 by assignment, Scorch by choice. You need to get rid of something quick, well then you've got the right man for the job.

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Scorchy Scorch, ner vod, I came across something this morning that you might be interested in.

HINT: It’s edible. 

Hint TWO: Okay, so it’s cake. And it needs to be eaten before it goes stale.

HINT: I like edible.

Hint TWO: I’m on my way.

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"Can I help you? Or are you just following me to enjoy the view?"

bloodbeautiful:

▼ ((ANGST ME!!))

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rc-1262:

15.

"Stop."

It wasn’t a snarl, not a growl, but his throat felt raw from everything that had happened the past three hours and his body felt like meat pounded thin. He slammed open a drawer, drawing out a heavy looking med kit -one he had to pause for breathe to lift because damn those Suns could hit hard- before flopping onto a chair and prying open the latches slowly, each bend of a swollen wrist making him clench his teeth.

Scorch could all but feel her hovering behind him, and he grunted, the best he could do as teeth were used to pry open a package full of bacta patches. He could barely get the wraps smoothed onto his arms before starting on whatever else was within reach, all with what felt like a dislocated shoulder -but he knew wasn’t- because asking for help wasn’t an option.

Not from her, not again.

Osik Mesh. Seriously. Just… stop worrying about me.”


She twitched a little as his fist drove into the table, the wall denting under the weight of his armor as he collapses against it. She listens to his words, part of her shrinking back away from him in his anger, but another, larger part of her, getting equally as angry. Clenching her fist, she gritted her teeth, a twitch of her cheek the only give away to how she was feeling.

She let him finish his protestations, letting him sink against the wall towards the floor, not moving to help him, her anger keeping her rooted to the spot. “You done? Yeah, I know that apologies don’t make things right, but I made a mistake Scorch.” Not Scor’ika. Scorch. “I’m not fucking perfect, I didn’t deliberately go out and think ‘oh, you know what, I’ll take this job because it might kill me and my partner. Contrary to popular belief, I do give things more thought than that.”

Sharp intake of breath as she unclenched her fists, pointing at him angrily. “When have you always had all the answers, eh? When have you ever thought out every possible angle that could, can and will happen? Mr Dive-In-Headfirst-And-Hope-For-The-Best? You think every problem can be solved by throwing something explosive at it, well, clearly it can’t, because that almost got us killed!”

Chest heaving with anger, she moves over to him, roughly putting an arm around him as she lifts him back up, not showing the exercsion it takes to lift him and his gear as she starts to drag him over to the bed, knowing that he’s going to take exception to this, but not really giving two osiks either way. “And don’t you worry, I won’t ever ask you for your help again. Consider this us parting ways professionally.” 

She gets him halfway to the bed before he wrestles away from her  -surprisingly strong- grip, all but pushing her onto the less then comfortable mattress. His body is shaking with tremors from what feels like head to toe as he all but bares his teeth at the women in front of him.

"Oh so what, these things are always my fault? Do you know why I throw myself into the crazy situations I do? Why I did what I did tonight? Because that’s what I was bred to kriffng do. Complete the mission, get in, get out, get osik done. Except before I had them, I had a squad with me to be there when I needed them and my six covered at all times. Oh, and intel?” He laughs harshly, coughing as he does as he limps towards her. “Intel was never this ‘go into a bar and find the ugliest chakaar and hope it works out for the best’ either.”

He’s gasping for breathe now, standing out of sheer will and dumb luck as he gestures at his half demolished kit in the corner, the familiar grey and yellow of years past. “I do what I do because I’ve already lost them okay? Lost them when osik hit the fan and I couldn’t do enough to bring them back. Couldn’t save Sev, couldn’t help Dar, couldn’t… I lost Delta. I lost my brothers, my vod. I’ve lost too much to let you think for a gorram second that I’m going to lose you too, do you understand?”

The adrenaline begins to wear off and he slips back, sliding down the wall, breathe coming short again as he covers his face with his still shaking hands. “I do it because you getting hurt means I could lose you too. So I always make sure you get out in one piece, always. Even if it means I don’t.”

bloodbeautiful:

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rc-1262:

15.

"Stop."

It wasn’t a snarl, not a growl, but his throat felt raw from everything that had happened the past three hours and his body felt like meat pounded thin. He slammed open a drawer, drawing out a heavy looking med kit -one he had to pause for breathe to lift because damn those Suns could hit hard- before flopping onto a chair and prying open the latches slowly, each bend of a swollen wrist making him clench his teeth.

Scorch could all but feel her hovering behind him, and he grunted, the best he could do as teeth were used to pry open a package full of bacta patches. He could barely get the wraps smoothed onto his arms before starting on whatever else was within reach, all with what felt like a dislocated shoulder -but he knew wasn’t- because asking for help wasn’t an option.

Not from her, not again.

Osik Mesh. Seriously. Just… stop worrying about me.”

Things had gone wrong from the start with this job and it had been all her fault. 

She drew her hand back at the snarl, putting her arm back at her side, the words dying on her lips as she watched him struggle with the med kit and the bacta patches, staying silently in the background despite wanting to go over and help him. Her intel had been flawed, then again, her intel was usually flawed, but not to this degree. There had been more than the usual statistical hiccup in their troop numbers, and by more, she was looking at 40 to 50% more people that they had to get through than had been on the dossier.

That wouldn’t have been a problem. Normally.

To save space and time, Mesh had insisted, against Scorch’s recommendations, to take just enough ordinance to get them in and out against the level of resistance she was expecting.

The job had failed and almost cost her one of the most important things in her life.

Still standing beside the door, not knowing whether to stay or whether to just go, she hedged her bets and spoke up, doing her best to keep her voice from breaking. 

"Scorch, look, I know I’ve said it a thousand times but I’m sorry…I should’ve listened to you. You were right and I messed up…”

It’s that little pause at the end of her apology that has him driving a fist into the table he’d been slumped against, He stumbles out of the worn chair, not even batting an eye as it hits the wall hard, just another dent in the already tattered hotel wall. “Sorry is great in theory Mesh, real great, but you’ll notice that practical application tends to fall short.”

Do you not get what happened? We almost died out there because your osik sources kriffed us over. They knew what we were walking into, they didn’t give a flying krif and hell; they were probably getting paid to do it.”

He laughs harshly, holding his side as he waves an arm at her angrily. “Where did you even find these chakaars? I mean, who the hell digs up the sketchiest dicks they can find and then oh hey, I’ll take their word on intel for not only the biggest job we’ve taken but the riskiest??”

He can barely breathe through the mix of pain and anger, his chest heaving as he turns shakily away to lean against the wall, and before he knows it Scorch is closing his eyes and sinking just a little more into the vertical surface. “Never again. Never again do you hear me?”

bloodbeautiful:

▼ ((ANGST ME!!))

15.

"Stop."

It wasn’t a snarl, not a growl, but his throat felt raw from everything that had happened the past three hours and his body felt like meat pounded thin. He slammed open a drawer, drawing out a heavy looking med kit -one he had to pause for breathe to lift because damn those Suns could hit hard- before flopping onto a chair and prying open the latches slowly, each bend of a swollen wrist making him clench his teeth.

Scorch could all but feel her hovering behind him, and he grunted, the best he could do as teeth were used to pry open a package full of bacta patches. He could barely get the wraps smoothed onto his arms before starting on whatever else was within reach, all with what felt like a dislocated shoulder -but he knew wasn’t- because asking for help wasn’t an option.

Not from her, not again.

Osik Mesh. Seriously. Just… stop worrying about me.”

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"He knows. But he's a demolitions expert. He likes playing with things that blow up in his face." [[ this tells me that if you somehow, ever, put Kell Tainer and Scorch in a room, things will begin blowing up quickly ]]

((Yes, yes and more yes. That pairing spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.))

((…me gusta.))

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[She uncurled herself and slid off of the ramp, slooowly moving over to him, doing a quick turn to show him the full damage. It was professionally done at least and her outfit seemed to match the hair quite well. She looked up at him, her expression one of sheer and utter despair.]

"Scor’ika? Honestly? How bad is it?"

[ He’s able to see just how upset she is, heck it can probably be seen from orbit it’s so overwhelming. Quick movement gets him out of the speeder he’s borrowed for the day and over to her side with a smile and arms open wide.]

"C’mere Mesh’ika, you silly thing. It’s great, super bright! It suits you, ya know? Very… loud. Bubbly." [He drops a kiss onto her worry-wrinkled forehead as he squeezes her into a tight hug with a smiling curving as he speaks.]

"Sa’good look for you Mesh’ika. Kandosii’la.”

[ATTENTION]

To whom it may conern; I will be sleeping till 1200 hours and I swear to Kal Skirata’s shiny dome if you wake me up one minute sooner I will feed you to Mird.

In pieces.

All my love,
Scorch

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley. —Bahorel, Book XIII [x] (via incorrectlesmisquotes)
My death will probably be caused by me being sarcastic at the wrong time. —Chattiest (via chattiest)

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The drink bottle was out of her hand again as he snatched it back off of her. Grinning she finished the last of her pastries, brushing crumbs from her shirt and her hands.

"I’m a lot wiser now Scor’ika. I only take bets if I think I’m gonna win ‘em. Or they’re hilarious. One of the two."

Her smile is infectious as she drops down onto the pillows beside him, snuggling her head and shoulders into the stolen pillows. This was definitely a higher officers room, the barracks beds were not this nice. She looked over to him, maintaining eye contact for just a few seconds longer than normal as she reached over and brushed a few crumbs from his cheek gently.

"I like makin’ an introduction. And I never would’ve pegged you as someone who was withdrawn. And it is gonna be buckets and buckets of fun, just part of the reason I like ya so much Scor’ika…"

It’s hard for him to keep calm in a situation like this; not when he’s this drunk and not when she’s here. And that’s the reason he leans into her hand just a little and feels that goofy smile creep up again, just a little. Scorch isn’t going to lie if he’s asked, the next two long drinks are to keep his nerves steady as he scoots up closer.

But because he is Scorch, he pops a kiss onto her nose and shoves the holo controller into her hand. She’s here with food and drink, and it’s only right to entertain so generous a woman.

"Just part of the reason huh? By all means, stroke my ego as we find a decent holo, because -and I never thought I’d say this- but there’s only so many banthas being rolled down I hill I can watch."

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bloodbeautiful:

rc-1262 “Deal, be there in a wink.”

"I’ll be sat outside PAX. I lost my keys last night."

"Cute. I mean, well not cute per say, but it’s funny as osik and I’m probably going to laugh at you a bit.”

"I think you’re gonna laugh when you see me. I did something to my hair. I’m not sure. I’ve not seen a mirror."

[When he pulls up, she’s sat outside PAX, hugging her knees. Half of her hair has been dyed pink. Or half of what’s left of her hair, it’s been cut quite short. And spikey.]

"Where are you, I don’t see yo- oh. Oh.”

[There’s a very visible double take on Scorch’s part, followed by a raised brow and a wiggle of the fingers, a signal to ‘go ahead, do a spin so I can see the whole thing’.]

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