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pirate-kwazii · 3 years

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Watching Ring Of Fire now so here’s more of my thoughts

Is that a fence in the water

Is everyone groaning about the sea urchin and crab or yawning? I can’t tell

Okay I’ve had the Vegimals song stuck in my head for awhile now

Kwazii’s alarm clock shoots tennis balls at him- same

And Dashi starts the day with yoga

Tweaks fell asleep playing video games mood

Shellington what the fUCK

Tf is that- is that lava?!?

Oh ring of fire like the volcanoes- I feel stupid now

They’re doing their role call out of order

What the fuck Kwazii why did you eat 17 kelp cakes

Is the only thing you eat is seaweed

VIDEO TRAINING VIDEO TRAINING

*terrible accordion playing* *everyone winces*

How many cousins do you have peso?!?!

Kwazii: I’m going out and FAST!!!!

Captain: *eyebrow raise*

Kwazii: I mean I’m checking the engine

MORE GUPS?!?!

“Don’t push the Z button” Kwazii is definitely going to press it I bet all 3 of my dollars

Wait why did Peso and Barnacles need a Gup if they were taking the octopod?!

How much time does Tweak have to keep making all these gups?!

Aw Kwazii loves that Gup so much

WHAT IS BARNACLES WEARING WHAT THE HELL NO

Kwazii’s copying it omg-

Shellington and Dashi are such nerd friends it’s actually adorable

Tremors those are probably important

Ring-shape? Like the ring of fire-

Oh no comms are down

A TSUNAMI?!?!

Mateys you should’ve stayed at the Octopod

Kwazii saved Tweak’s life and now it’s flooding

Why don’t they know about the Ring of Fire if they LIVE in the ocean

Oh no the comms are down they can’t reach them!!!!

Damn at least no one is alone...

Of course the Chinstrap Penguins live on a volcano

Well at least Shellington and Dashi are alright and above water so there’s a lower chance of drowning

“How does he know I’m an octonaut?” Maybe it’s because you’re wearing the octonauts colors and the logo all over it

Wow itd be faster to push the stupid thing

Last time you guys followed the screaming sound there was a tsunami

Well at least you found the whales you wanted to find

“I’ve always wanted to see a whale but not like this!” I’d sure hope so Shellington

Of course the volcano erupts

Tweak Kwazii are ya okay?!

THEY DONT HAVE AIR TANKS ON THEM OH NO

TWEAK!!!

Now is not the time to copy Barnacles- holy shit it worked

She just noticed that?!

Shit you guys are stuck

Kwazii beggars can’t be choosers

Why is that the only way to get across Tweak

No Tweak pay attention

ITS ON FIRE

I really hope you guys can hold your breath

She’s pulling a Ladybug and the things she looks at glow now

Improvised fire extinguisher

WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE ARENT YOU UNDERWATER

Eww they landed in seaweed and a banana peel

Why does everyone end in the garbage disposal- sorry compost

Oh he almost fell in-

*opens door and floods room* Guess we’re swimming after all

Tunip leave him it’s natural selection

Grouber just sits and eats during a panic- same

“Lesson Nine- dealing with disasters” what

Why is the background of those videos so bad

I mean it’s rad but also bad

Tunip: *hands the Vegimals a bunch of shovels* good luck

Mateys how did that dirt pile work-

*quickly unplants all the seaweed*

*vacuums the animals*

LEAVE THE SEAWEED YOU HAVE ENOUGH

“You gotta save us!” Why didn’t you get their attention sooner?

Why do none of them notice the volcanoes that they live on/near

We’ve seen the rafts it won’t work

How the hell did you think of that

Is that even possible

They only leave Inkling in charge when legit no one else is there

Kwazii and Tweak: *mimic pirates, rabbits and Barnacles*

Peso and Barnacles: *mimic penguins*

How was the lava that aLMOST COOKED YOUR EGGS NOT A WARNING SIGN

Wow Inkling is not good at this I see why he’s never in charge

Even Kwazii and the Vegimals have managed the octopod better than that

Why is there is Disco Ball

Why does it always switch to the training videos

“Dashi’s so good at this” yeah it’s almost like it’s her JOB

There was a BUTTON FOR THAT EXACT REASON AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO PRESS IT FIRST?!?!?!

Took you long enough jeez

What is they fall off of the “slide”

“Mothers and babies first” anyone else can perish

Well that egg is dead

Oh never mind he got it

WHY DIDNT YOU TWO GET ON THE SIDE TOO TWEAK WOULD UNDERSTAND

I mean she and Kwazii are trying not to be set on fire so I’m sure she’d get it

“I just hope everyone else is okay” well shellington and Dashi are stuck on a volcano that’s exploding trying to get a beached whale out on a very slow Gup, the Vegimals are trying to evacuate the garden, and Tweak and Kwazii are trying to get out of the burning and flooding repair area so no I don’t think anyone else is okay

“This isn’t working” no really Dashi

Oh the crabs know Kwazii that explains so much

Another Training Video?!

The crew all look so nervous when they appear in a training videos

Oh now Dashi and Shellington are mimicking Tweak

Poor Shellington he’s clumsy

“I have to say I.. really like that plan” yea cuz it’s the one that doesn’t involve you burning in the lava

Shellingtons getting a workout in oof

He’s about to fall into the lava

Now the crabs about to fall into the water

Oh god he’s screwed

Crab jump on the whale- now he’s flying

Shellington get out of the lava!!!

Alright some people are safe

Oh never mind the other volcanoes are erupting too

That water level is dangerously high are they gonna be okay

Kwazii don’t phrase it like that it sounds like you’ll die

KWAZII!!!!!

Oh god oh no his tail

Mimicking Barnacles saved the day

TWEAK!!! KWAZII!!!

Oh they are alright thank god

They’re gonna be traumatized from this- *angst time*

“And how will we get up there” Kwazii making good points again

Kwazii with a grappling hook is a terrifying idea please get one

And now they find out the comms are down

Kwazii trying to be helpful

WHY DOES SHE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CARROT STASH

KWAZII GOT ONE TOO

Another video but this ones useless-

TWEAK YOU TURNED OFF THE POWER

They sounded the octo alert together!!!

Babies

EVERYONES OKAY!!!!

OF COURSE THERES ANOTHER ONE

Kwazii and Tweak: ya we’re good

Also them: *trying to not to drown or burn*

They are all gonna connect to each other like Voltron aren’t they

KWAZII DID PRESS IT IM NOT LOSING MY $3 TODAY!!!

Tweak: I got a plan

*crashes through the hatch*

Kwazii: *excited cat sounds*

Yeah they’re going together naturally

“Mega Gup Z” epic naming skills Tweak

“Seat swap” “wait a minute- WHOA”

“It’s completely covered in sea creatures” there’s no way you get all of them

Oh good some are swimming away

“Sit tight” they can’t really do anything else Captain

Do we know where they go after being S U C C E D into the mega Gup z?

And now rocks are everywhere

Kwazii’s excited cat noises are giving me life

Couldn’t the crabs walk away?

Oh no they’re getting stuck in the volcano-

Oh they’re good thank Neptune

Dashi: yea it’s bout to erupt we gotta go

Peso: I saw something inside there we gotta go look

Does Peso want them to die

Of course the animals sound snobby

“Why ever would we do that” CUZ ITS ERUPTING i swear all the creatures have the IQ of a walnut

“I didn’t even make a button for it” bruh

Yeah just like Voltron

Kwazii: *even more excited cat noises cuz he gets to destroy things*

Why do you all name the moves with the word “mantis” in front of them?

They all share one braincell and Barnacles and Peso have it 90% of the time

Tweak gets the other 10%

Everyone else runs on pure chaotic energy

“Tweak Status Report!” Tweak: WE ARE FUCKED

Let Tweak say “Fuck” 2k21

Kwazii: *e x c i t e d c a t n o i s e s*

*throws sea creatures at whale*

*blows up into five gups in massive explosion in front of erupting volcano*

Is all that sea urchin thinks about is food

“You know what I’d like? Dinner” “you know what pal, that sounds great”

“Have the eruptions stopped” “yea but that’s not what I called about”

Is Inkling trying to be more than that guy who sits in his library all day?

Yea it’s not hatching because of the bandage all around it

Please say the egg doesn’t die

Oh it’s alive good

Octonauts: remember that island that got destroyed by a volcano? Would you like to live on an island that volcano created?

Penguins: not really

Octonauts: too bad

Vegitoa? Wow

ITS THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN LAST TIME IT WAS IT MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS

“It still felt like we were working as a team” maybe cuz you were all copying each other the whole time

“You really, really need to update those training videos” yeah fair enough

Of course the Vegimals still remember the dance

I see what the hype was about that was a fantastic movie mateys... though everyone’s probably gonna have some problems after that

#octonauts #kwazii #shellington #peso #captain barnacles #dashi #tweak #professor inkling #the vegimals #Tunip #ring of fire #octonauts ring of fire #kwazii rambles #long post

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jungnoir · 4 years

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nothing fucks with my baby;

lee minhyuk | inspired by prompt 6. “Just drive, I don’t care about the destination, just drive.” you remember him. he’s a good person, always has been and always will be. right? zombie apocalypse!au, exes to lovers!au. | 2.7k words. | dark, angst, romance, mentions of blood and violence and zombie stuff.

a/n: so, tumblr deleted the requester’s second ask clarifying which prompt they wanted (the one I intended to reply to), but this is for the anon who requested 6 with minhyuk! I tried something a bit different this time with the ending (and weirdly enough, I’m kind of itching to continue this. it won’t be fluffy, that’s for sure).

This new world was powerful. The stranger you’d meet tomorrow would become your executioner or your lifeline, your friend or your foe. You had been seasoned by the apocalypse, thinking yourself an expert on the souls of humans when there were so few humans left to know. You could tell by just the look in someone’s eye whether they’d rather put a bullet between your teeth or take one for you between their own, and very few of them fell into the category of the latter... except someone who might’ve done so for you once upon a time.

When you first saw him again, it was a rabid moment. You had just finished ravishing an abandoned shack for all the food it had to give when a few zombies found you by sound alone. You’d learned to be swift, to abandon what need be, if only to save your poor excuse of a life. It seemed that you hadn’t just alerted zombies, though.

The moment you’d thrown yourself out onto the dewy forest floor, ready to hightail it out of the dense forest once you made it out of the clearing, a horrible sound came from behind you. You had known it well because you’d been the cause of it many times before... a zombie’s existence had just come to an end, and it most definitely wasn’t due to anything other than another human being.

With your gained experience of this new world, you’d learned that the only thing worse than another zombie was another human. Zombies were pure in the way that they sought to infect and feed and nothing more. Humans... they were more complex. You would do yourself a great world of good if you could make it out of here without that human catching you, you thought. You didn’t need to try to make friends at this point, and you definitely didn’t need to be put in the situation of striking first. This new world was cruel, but you had yet to be broken down that much.

You had been ready to just run, but it had been so long. When was the last time you’d seen another person? Felt the warmth of another human being’s alongside your own? Maybe months; It had been nearly a year since the entire end of the world began.

Of course you looked back.

You weren’t sure what you expected, but if the last time you’d seen a human being was months ago, the last time you’d seen someone your age was even longer. The door to the shack was thrown open from your escape, so you could see in the small living room someone towering over a slumped body of a zombie, something long and shining in their hand. It dripped with crimson to the wooden floorboards, and the forest was silent. Whoever this was had taken them all out with expert speed. You really needed to go.

That someone’s head was lowered as they wiped the shining thing (a sword, you now realize) on the door frame, getting most of the blood off fairly well. Then, they stepped over the threshold and stood out on the porch, staring at you.

If you hadn’t known any better, the dead look in his eyes would have screamed “zombie” to you, but it was obvious by the color in his cheeks (though scattered in scars) and lack of unorthodox movement that he was very much still human. You’d also seen him before, enough to have his name spring forward to the front of your mind in an instant. However, he looked changed. This wasn’t the boy—man—you’d known before.

He must’ve recognized you too, because a switch seemed to flip in his brain and the defensive expression his face had been steeled into melts. Lips you’d known so intimately once before just barely quirk up into a smile, “Fancy seeing you here, (Y/N).”

You’re blanching, utterly lost on what to say to him. The last memory you had of Lee Minhyuk was when you were saying goodbye to him for what seemed like forever two years ago. Your relationship had seemed to have run its course and you had assumed that after college, you’d never have to see him again. It was a big city, and after the world went to shit, you’d had even lesser odds. Or so you’d thought.

He walks down the handful of steps to stand across from you, sheathing his sword in the leather scabbard at his side. You’d never seen Minhyuk hold a canister of mace, let alone a fucking sword. That instinct to determine if he was friend or foe bubbled back up again, though much more muddy. Everyone else was easy to read because you had no prior connections to them, but this... him...

“I guess if there was ever someone to steal my next raid, I’d have liked it to be you.” He says, crossing his arms across his chest with a weirdly nonchalant aura. “But my stomach says otherwise.”

At that moment, you seem to remember why you were here. Your backpack is almost overflowing with cans and supplies, all things that’d hopefully would get you to your next meal before you could collapse from malnourishment. “...your raid?”

Minhyuk sucks in a breath when you finally speak, like he had needed to hear your voice to confirm it was really you, “Yeah... I was planning to get the place on quieter terms. Imagine my surprise when I hear somebody gathering up an undead audience right outside. Imagine my even greater surprise upon realizing it was you... of all people.”

You would flush if you weren’t still reeling from the adrenaline rush of almost dying and seeing your ex-boyfriend all within the same minute. He doesn’t look totally the same, the changes prominent given the circumstances. His old wolf cut that you hated to love had now been trimmed military-style short in an attempt to look neat. Meanwhile, his once slender frame was now chiseling out with significant muscle. The only thing that really hadn’t changed about him was his eyes and the rather intense, unyielding look they were known for. They rarely gave anything away, which made sense for how unbothered he looked at the moment. They had been like that during your peaceful parting of ways two years ago too. How curious that you were both back here like that had never happened.

“I had no idea any one was in the area.” You say, slipping your backpack off one shoulder to unzip it some. You look at your wonderful haul and your heart aches at the thought that you’ll have to part with it. That meant you wouldn’t be given the luxury of loitering around the outskirts of town until you reached the next one. You’d have to go straight through, minding all the other scavengers and undead...

Minhyuk’s eyes light up some at this, the first emotion you’ve seen on his face in a while. He even accompanies it with a heart-stopping smile, “Means I’m getting good!” When he sees you fiddling with your bag, he stops smiling, “Hey,” his hand stops your own and you feel a shudder roll down your spine when his skin touches your own. It’s been so long, “don’t. You don’t have to. I’ll be in the next town before I know it. Maybe just spare me a can for the road or something.”

You blink at him, “But this was your raid.”

Minhyuk snorts, “Clearly not if you got in first. Seriously, keep your stash. I won’t lose my head over one lost raid.”

You could laugh at that. The irony that he could was evident. Instead, you hand him three cans and some bandages, “We’ll split it.”

Minhyuk stares at you again, expression unreadable. You don’t see a bag on him anywhere, and you start to wonder how he’s gotten this far without one if he’s still traveling. You doubted he’d camp close enough to a gaggle of zombies, so he had to be mobile. Before you can ask, he pushes the supplies back toward you, “Why don’t you come with me and we can share? Everything we find is ours.”

To join him... to join someone...

Of course you’d been asked to join a couple groups before on your journey, but your answer had always stayed starkly the same. You knew the danger of groups; what if you were to join one and they turned on you to save their own skin? At least out here on your own, every outcome was your doing alone. All those groups that had offered were full of people you could read, and each and every one of them had one priority higher than loyalty: to survive.

But Minhyuk wasn’t like that... right? Never had been. He was always the first to sacrifice himself for the greater good, always the first to protect you in lieu of himself. Always, always, always. It had been a long while since you’d last seen each other and despite all that had been altered skin-deep, you didn’t get the feeling much had changed inside.

He is as inviting as ever. When he points out his truck parked deep in the forest piled high with tools and supplies you could only dream of getting your hands on, you find that following him to the passenger seat is all too easy. It’s not the car he used to have, this one most likely stolen off someone when he had the chance judging by the paint job alone. It was a ghastly grey he wouldn’t have caught himself dead in. It didn’t fit his bursting personality.

Minhyuk pats the roof and pops open the door for you with ease, smiling gently at you as he ushers you to get in. “Watch your step, the bar is easy to slip on.” To emphasize his point, Minhyuk offers you a hand and braces the other at your back. If he could feel how rigid you became at his touch, he didn’t mention it.

Once you were in your seat, you dropped your hulking backpack to the floor and let out a sigh of relief. It was so easy to forget how long you’d been walking once you were actually sitting, let alone sitting somewhere you hadn’t had to check for remains or fecal matter.

Minhyuk shuts your door and jogs over to the backseat of the driver’s side, settling his sword on the floor. You take this moment to process what he has back there: the entire backseat is covered with different mismatched clothing and bags, some with things like bars of soap and toothpaste, others with nonperishables, and some full of such an array of weapons that you couldn’t possibly categorize them all. How had he gotten his hands on so much just on his own...?

When Minhyuk hops into the driver’s seat, he can see the clear question on your face. Perhaps you might’ve been too easy to read, or perhaps he was still so tuned into you like the old days. “Alright there?”

You swallow, clutching your backpack between your legs a little tighter. You’re reminded of your measly close-combat knives and clear your throat in an attempt to save face, “Yeah, sorry. The shock of this is just... erm... getting to me.”

“Hey, look at me,” Minhyuk is practically begging as you avoid his eyes, trying to look anywhere but at him. This is all so much and so soon. You hadn’t even the slightest thought that he might still be alive, let alone that he’d ever find you, and you couldn’t even go through the awkward post-breakup motions like you should have been able to because of this clusterfuck of a dystopia you lived in now, “seriously, look at me.”

What a gentle hand he still had, even after all the carnage he’d been through.

The touch-starved part of you leaves you shuddering at the way he arrests your chin between the pads of his fingers, warm and firm and kind. Minhyuk slowly moves your head until you’re facing him.

There were times when he’d kissed you this way. Oh, how you’d longed for someone to touch you the way he had just once more without the need to up and run away before they stabbed you in the back- “Well... still stunning as ever.”

Your eyes widen, “Huh?”

Minhyuk rolls his head to the side and laughs softly, brushing the hand on your chin along your skin until he’s dragging it back to himself, and mindlessly, you move your head to follow minutely. A little blaze in his eyes says more than he does, “Where would you like to go?”

“I thought you were headed to the next town.” Blinking, you look about you, “I’m just stumbling from place to place. I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“No one’s looking for you, either?” He questions, resting his chin on his fist. You shake your head immediately... to his silent delight.

“I’ve been traveling solo since the beginning and... nobody that would be looking for me is still alive, anyway.” You’d seen that much in the bodies of your family and friends in the early days, enough to mourn for a lifetime.

His tongue darts over his lips as he takes you in. Something like disbelief shines in the way he meets your eyes once more, “I’m awfully lucky to have found you again.”

He was lucky to have found you? You could practically cry from joy; not only was he someone you knew, trusted even, he was eons more skilled in this apocalypse than you. Those video games he loved so much had surely paid off for him in the end, it seemed.

Yet, here he was, watching you like you’d been what he needed to survive all along.

Instead of saying all that, you settle for your first genuine smile since all this had began. You don’t know how appealing it is behind cracked lips and bad breath, courtesy of the disrespect apocalypses have toward basic human hygiene, but Minhyuk seemed pretty charmed. With one wrist thrown over the steering wheel and his free hand starting the car, he tears his eyes away and soon enough, you’re moving. The jolt of the car is a welcome change to what you’d become used to out here. Why, you could just sink into your seat and doze off, even. Perhaps...

You rest your head tentatively against the glass of the passenger side window, watching the trees and dead bodies go by, calm despite it all. You know that the noise of the truck will draw out any other creepers hanging in the deep brush, but you know they’d never be fast enough to catch you. You can trust this. Him.

Slowly, you doze. It consumes you like a warmth and you can’t be assed to fight it. Minhyuk wouldn’t mind, you were mostly sure. Besides, he would wake you if he needed you. The next town wouldn’t be for miles.

There’s a slight twitch in Minhyuk’s hand as he watches you from his peripheral. It’d been so long since he’d last been this close with someone who wasn’t trying to eat him or kill him for his shit (intentions that were unsettlingly interchangeable between humans and zombies), and it’s you, too.

If he’d had any doubt that he was still madly into you all these years later, it had whipped up in a smoke the moment he’d seen you face to face. The tunnel vision he acquired whenever he dove his sword into flesh dissipated so quickly and he was grateful. He did not fathom in his mind that he’d need to be very cautious of who and what he struck down any longer, but he was glad he had been. You were strong—of course you were—and you made it back to him. How fateful.

You were the only person left alive who knew the old him, let alone the only person who had no clue what brand of cruel he had become. If you stayed with him long enough, you would.

All Minhyuk could pray for was that you’d understand... he was no longer a man who could feel remorse.

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kadtherine · 7 years

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Sara yawned as she made her way through the dark Waverider, running her fingers through her tangled hair. Unsurprisingly, the rest of the crew was still asleep. It was, after all, 5 in the morning, what normal person would be up that early when they could sleep in? The response was simple. Sara would. Not that she had realised it was 5 when she woke up – after months of time travelling, keeping track of the actual time had been getting hard. Her stomach had been the one waking her up, which was why she was walking to the kitchen, looking to satisfy her hunger.

“Gideon, lights at 50%, please,” Sara muttered, stiffening another yawn as she entered the kitchen.

Her eyes squinting at the sudden brightness, she began rummaging through the cupboards and got a couple of cookie boxes out of it before getting a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Putting all of her goods onto the table, she made her way to the coffee machine only to find out that the device had already been turned on. Tilting her head, she frowned at it.

“Gideon-“

“Seeing the early hour, I took the liberty of starting a fresh pot of coffee, Captain Lance,” the A.I intervened, her tone smug.

Sara snorted, shaking her head before she turned back and took her cup off the drying dish rack, her lips pursed in thought before she decided to take off before taking the six other mugs off of it and putting them on the table. She, then, grabbed the coffee pot of its sock before staring at the other stuff she had laid on the table with a grimace, thinking of the trips she would have to make between the bridge and the kitchen. Letting a sigh, Sara pushed back her hair and grabbed one of the cookie boxes, putting in her mouth so she could grab the bottle of milk with her free hand. Glaring at the mug she had left on the kitchen counter, she slowly bent down and hooked the handle with her pinkie finger.

A victorious smirk plastered on her face, Sara shuffled out of the kitchen and to the bridge, her grip steady on the steaming coffee pot and the cookie box safely secured between her teeth. She let out a sigh of relief and grumbled a thank you at the ship’s dedicated A.I when the lights immediately turned off in the kitchen and on as she arrived on the bridge. Dropping the cookies and milk bottle onto the Captain’s chair, she let out a satisfied sigh as the weight of the box left her mouth. After clenching and unclenching her fingers, she poured herself a – well-earned, if you asked her, after all that unnecessary effort in 5 in the freaking morning – cup of coffee, putting the pot onto the command board. Pushing away the bottle of milk and box of cookies away, she dropped into the chair, her eyes closing in contentment as she leaned back into it, one leg under her and her warm mug close to her chest. That was when she heard the muttering.

Frowning, she straightened in her chair, her eyes snapping open at the noise, alert. Her frown deepened when she realized the noise had come from the study across from her. Which was actually occupied, if the lights and voices that came from it were anything to go by. Sara’s stance relaxed when she noticed the tall and lanky form of one Rip Hunter pacing the length of his office his familiar trench coat draped over his chair. A small smile tugging at her lips, she got up from the chair, grabbing her cookie boxes as she made her away to the study and making sure that her steps would be loud enough to not startle him. Expectedly, Rip was too caught in whatever he was doing to notice her standing in the entrance. She used his obliviousness to her advantage, taking the time to observe him.

He didn’t look like he had been sleeping much, judging by the dark bags under his eyes and his continuous restrained yawns. Not that he was one to sleep much before but it seemed worse. His hair looked like a bird nest and he had ditched his usual Captain-Time Master attire, replacing by a casual black shirt and worn out sweatpants. Sara tried not to stare at the prodding ribs she could count through his shirt. She took comfort in seeing him always in movement; it contrasted with the way his brainwashed self had been always so still, deadlike. It reminded her that he was back and well. Well, for the most part.

Judging that she had stared for long enough, she gave a soft knock, smiling when Rip looked up at her, his eyes wide-opened.

“Been a long time since someone’s been here,” Sara commented lightly, dropping her box of cookies on the desk as she entered the study.

“Has it really?” Rip cocked an eyebrow at her before turning back to the mess currently residing on his desk.

“Yeah, we’ve been doing most of our work in the library,” she said, sitting on the couch’s armrest and sipping on her coffee, “Plus, it felt kinda weird coming in here without you. It’s always been your space,” she added with a nonchalant shrug.

It had been weird to enter his study. It was almost like entering the bedroom of someone who had died recently. A few days after Rip’s disappearance and Sara being appointed as the new Captain of the Waverider, she had tried to come in here to work. She had sat at his desk, put some of his vinyls when the silence was suffocating and read and re-read his personal notes, hoping she would pick on something most had overlook. But the office had still been too empty, too quiet. After that, Sara had decided to move in the library, where the others had unconsciously relocated to, ignoring the dark, empty and unused office on the bridge. Somehow, both Amaya and Nate had known better than ask about it.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Sara sighed, plastering a small, reassuring smile when a frowning Rip looked up at her, and ripped open the box of cookies next to her.

“What are you working you at such an ungodly hour?” she asked, shoving a cookie into her mouth.

“Uh… Nothing too important,” Rip dismissed with a wave of hand. Rolling his eyes at Sara’s unconvinced look, he sighed, “Just trying to make sense of things in there,” he added, tapping his temple with his pen, “What got you up at such an ungodly hour?”

She responded with raising both of her cup of coffee and box of cookies, cocking an eyebrow at him. Rip huffed out a laugh, shaking his head at her antics. Sara couldn’t help but smile victoriously at the soft noise, reminiscent of better times. Swallowing her food with a gulp of coffee, she jumped off the couch and made her way to him. She frowned as she watched him organize pieces of paper into two different columns.

“ ‘real’ or ‘not real’?” Sara read, her tone hesitant as her frown deepened.

“Uh, yes,” Rip cleared her throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Like I said, I’m just trying to make sense.”

Sara hummed, taking another sip of coffee as she read what he had put under the two different categories. She froze as she noticed the ‘I killed Sara’ note put under the ‘real’ column. Nibbling on her bottom teeth, she threw a quick look at Rip, the latter being too focused on his papers to notice, before taking it away and shoving it in her pocket. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed loudly.

“Well, do you need help with it?”

“I don’t think so,” he frowned, tilting his head to the side as he observed his work, “Well, maybe to fill the gaps. And to return things you’ve taken,” he added, holding out a hand without looking at her.

Sara blinked at him, her hands automatically finding their way to the pockets of her sweater. At Rip’s expectant look, she casually shoved her hands in her pockets and tilted her head to the side, her eyes wide in mock innocence.

“I haven’t taken anything,”

“Please,” Rip snorted, rolling his eyes, “I might not be at my best right now and be able to rely on my mind at the moment, but I’m no fool, Miss Lance. I have also happened to share living quarters with a pair of accomplished thieves for the better part of a year. Hand it over,” he sighed, making a ‘gimme’ gesture with his hand.

Sara restrained an amused smile at his, oh so familiar, done with and no-non-sense attitude, settling for a defiant scowl. Her grip tightened around the slip of paper hidden in pocket as he stared back at her, his expression undeterred, annoyingly patient and determined.

“So what? So you can wallow over it?” Sara countered, her tone taunting.

“So I can remember, make sure that it really happened,” he corrected, his eyebrows jumping higher on his forehead.

“Potato, potahto,’” she shot back, crossing her arms.

She smirked at Rip’s dramatic eye roll, his jaw clenched. Her lips pursed, she reluctantly took the creased paper out of her pocket, batting his hands when he tried to reach for it. Tilting her head to the side in thought, she unfolded it and placed in between the two columns with a content nod to herself. Looking up, she was met with Rip’s confused look, to which she responded with a smile and shrug.

“You did kill me,” she reluctantly admitted, raising a hand when he went to open his mouth, “And technically, it wasn’t. So it’s going to stay there. Want a cookie?”

He widened his eyes at the sudden change of subject, his eyes darting to the box of cookies she had been in front of herself before he looked back at her, his eyes narrowed at her. She returned the look, shaking the box while waiting for him to pick one out of it.

“Come on, you’re lucky I’m even offering you one. This is from my special and secret cookie’s stash. It’s a one-time offer. You’re not allowed to wallow, though or else, you’ll ruin the taste of it.”

With a small scoff, he threw one cookie into her mouth, chewing it loudly as if to prove a point. Snorting, she gave his arm a light punch and stuffed a couple of cookies in her mouth, pulling his desk chair as she downed the food with her now-cold coffee. Grimacing at the taste, she plopped down in the chair, her bare feet propped on the corner of his desk. Rip, too preoccupied by his task to care, didn’t have blink an eye or utter a complaint. Sara kept to herself, watching as Rip took a step back and observed his paper-covered desk through narrowed eyes, her gaze darting to his notes every now and then. She smiled to herself as Rip silently took a cookie, not bothering to ask as he leaned over to reach for the box. She pushed the box closer to him and held her cup of coffee in a silent question. Rip wrinkled his nose in distaste and shook his head in response, earning an eye roll from Sara. She had missed it, the weird way they communicated without having to say a word. She had missed coming in his office to watch him work, sometimes offering her help and counsel. She had missed watching him unconsciously moving his head to whatever vinyl she would put on, some times humming in approval and others, frowning in disapprobation.

Her gaze racking through the notes, Sara’s eyes widened and she coughed, choking on the cookie in her mouth.

“Are you alright?” Rip looked up at her, frowning in concern.

She nodded, waving him off as she got up from her chair, coughing into he closed fist. Clearing her throat, she downed the rest of her coffee before turning back to Rip, the latter staring back at her with a combination of confusion and concern.

“You kissed Gideon?!” Sara croaked out, her eyes wide-opened in astonishment.

Rip gaped at her, letting a small ‘oh’ of realization before looking back at his desk, scratching his scruff. His gaze stayed on the paper, unfocused as he tried to avoid Sara’s wide, inquisitive stare. Clearing his throat, he tipped his head to the side.

“It was in the spur of a moment,” he muttered with a nonchalant shrug, “My mind was desecrating, I didn’t know if I would make it and- what the hell is that face for?” Rip frowned down at Sara, the latter sulking with her arms crossed, the perfect picture of a petulant child.

Brushing back her hair with a sigh, she shrugged.

“Nothing, just- I wanted to be the one to kiss Gideon,” she shrugged again when noticing Rip’s disbelieved look, “What? She was hot.”

Shaking his head at her, he let out a snort and, running his fingers through his hair, leaned back against his desk, an eyebrow cocked and a smirk on his face.

“Gideon, Nyssa, the Queen of France: It’s like you’re on a mission to get involved with every woman you meet, no matter the time or place,” Rip teased.

“So many beautiful women, so little time,” Sara lamented, “Oh, let’s not forget Queen Guinevere,” she added with a snap of her fingers.

Rip’s amused expression vanished, only to be replaced by a scowl.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he deadpanned.

“Well, you can’t have Guinevere without her Lance-a lot,” Sara retorted with a curtsy, emphasizing on her name,

Rip scoffed and rolled his eyes, earning a snicker from the smaller woman. Taking a cookie out of the box, she threw it in the air and caught with her mouth, waggling her eyebrows in victory at an amused Rip. Swallowing the small biscuit, she stood on her toes and rested her elbow on the former Time Master’s shoulder, to which the latter responded with a raised eyebrow.

“So, during that kiss you shared with Gideon,” she started, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Did you feel… a spark? Was it electric-“

Rip groaned loudly, pushing her elbow off his shoulder while Sara laughed, apparently very amused with her jokes. Undeterred, she wrapped both of her arms around his and her chin went to rest on his shoulder. He threw her an exasperated look, to which she responded with a wide, innocent grin.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are, Captain,” he deadpanned.

“Oh no, I’m hilarious and you know it!” Sara shot back, poking his side, “You’re just jealous.”

“Am I really, now?” he barked out a laugh.

Sara nodded, her grin widening at the sound and her hold on his arm tightening. Rip’s expression softened as he stared down at her, his bright eyes shining with pride and something else she couldn’t identify. Clearing her throat, she tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear, resting her head on his arm – breaking their stare-off.

“Hey Sara?”

Both of their heads snapped up at the new, familiar voice. Amaya stood in the doorway, her gaze darting from one person to another. Clearing her throat, Sara slowly – reluctantly - detangled her arms from Rip’s, talking a few steps away from him. Rip crossed his arms, as if to make up for the loss.

“What’s up, Amaya?” Sara asked, falling back into her chair.

“Um…” she blinked at the duo a couple of times before shaking her head and plastering a smile on her face, “Nothing. I was just looking for the coffee pot.”

“Oh,” Sara leaned back, bringing a leg up and resting her head on her knee, “You’ll find it on the command board. You’ll have to heat it, though. Or make a fresh brew,” she added with a small grimace, ignoring Rip’s muttering about sloppiness and coffee stains being hard to get rid off.

Amaya gave Sara a small nod before turning on her heels and walking away. Stopping midstride, she twirled back around, her hands clasped in front of her and her head tilted to the side as she walked back to them.

“Is there anything I can get you, Mr Hunter, some tea, coffee?” she proposed, nervously wringing her hands.

Rip blinked at her, taken aback by the unprompted offer, before looking down at Sara, as if looking for her approval. Looking as surprised as him, she responded with a clueless shrug. Glancing back at Amaya, the latter patiently waiting for an answer, he nodded, his lips quirked in a half smile.

“A cup of tea would be much appreciated, Miss Jiwe. And there’s no need for such formalities, you can call me Rip.”

“Then I’ll believe that you can call me Amaya,” she returned, her smile genuine and her tone slightly teasing.

Letting out a small chuckle, Rip tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement, while Sara watched the entire exchange with obvious amusement. After Amaya had taken her leave, he looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow in question. She snorted.

“You’re so ridiculously British, it’s hilarious,” she muttered.

“What’s that even supposed to mean?” Rip frowned.

“ ‘A cup of tea would be much appreciated’, ‘there’s no need for such formalities’,” Sara repeated in a parody of his British accent, taking pleasure in his horrified expression, “You’re always so proper and polite.”

Rip rolled his eyes at her, stuffing a stolen cookie into his mouth.

“Well, someone has to be. Have you met yourselves?”

Lifting her head, Sara let out a dramatic gasp and tried to kick him in the shin, pouting when he easily dodged the hit. Glaring at his smug look, she went to take out a cookie, only to be met with the empty, bottom of the box. Sighing, she got up and went to get the second box she had discarded on his couch when entering earlier. A piece of paper with her name written on it caught her attention. Oblivious to Rip’s staring, she slowly traced the words graved into the paper with her finger.

Captain Sara Lance.

When she looked back at Rip, the latter was too busy pretending to be engrossed in his work to meet her gaze. Picking the paper, she shoved it in her pocket and ripped open her new box of cookies, slowly making her way back to her chair.

“Why did you take it off?” he muttered, not bothering to look up at her.

Standing next to him instead of sitting back down, she dropped the box of cookies next to him and shrugged in fake-nonchalance, pretending that a simple piece of paper wasn’t burning the tip of her fingers.

“You’re back, I suppose I have to step back since the rightful Captain of the Waverider has returned,” Sara retorted, her tone slightly bitter. Swearing inwardly at the slip, she ignored Rip’s knowing stare and plastered a smile on her face, “I was only the Acting Captain when you’re gone.”

“And I was gone for a long time,” Rip sighed, “A time during which you’ve stepped in and proved yourself to be quite the Captain, Miss Lance. I’m not stupid nor clueless, I’m aware that things have changed a lot in my absence, starting with the arrival of Dr Heywood and Miss Jiwe. Maybe, some of those changes were for the better,” he added, his tone light as he nudged her shoulder with his.

Sara’s smile turned a bit more genuine at the affectionate gesture before turning into a frown, her fingers tightening around the paper, as if thinking that he couldn’t possibly take it away from her if she held onto it hard enough.

“It’s still your ship, none of us know the Waverider like you do, ” Sara insisted, “You’re still the official Captain and this is still your crew.”

“We’ll agree to disagree on that,” Rip snorted, “Let’s be honest, they listen to you more than they’ve ever listened to me. And I’m pretty sure I lost my title of Captain after blowing up the Vanishing Point,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. Noticing that it did nothing to ease her internal turmoil, he sighed, “Miss Lance, do you enjoy being Captain?”

Sara was slightly taken aback by the question. Never, since she had stepping into Rip’s shoes, had she thought about it. After all, they had been in a rush and she had done mostly out of necessity and urgency. She had slowly begun to understand what being Captain actually entailed; the responsibilities she had seen Rip shoulder like a second coat in the last year as his second. Still, she hadn’t expected to actually like it and for some reason, she did. Maybe it was the prestige and respect that came with the title. Maybe it was the fact that she had finally succeeded in doing something good in her life.

“I do,” Sara breathed out, nodding, “I really do.”

“Well then,” Rip retorted, a small smile on his face, “you’ve got your answer, Captain.”

“What about you?” she shot back, her arms crossed against her chest.

His brow furrowed in confusion, he mimicked her stance and tilted his head to the side.

“What about me?”

“Didn’t you enjoy being Captain?” she shrugged, throwing his previous question back at him.

She watched his jaw clench, almost expecting him to shut down and begin to ignore her. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed and lifted a shoulder.

“That’s all I’ve ever known,” he admitted, his green eyes glazed as he reminisced, “Ever since I’ve been a lad. My whole life has been shaped with the idea that I would become,” he made a vague gesture with his hand around himself, “this. A Time Master, a Captain. I don’t know if I enjoyed it, though. You lot certainly didn’t make it easy,” he shot Sara a look, to which she responded with an eye roll, “Still, I wouldn’t know how to do anything else.”

Giving him a small smile, Sara nodded in understanding.

“I don’t know about that. You were a pretty decent film student,” she teased with a gentle nudge, her smile widening at his bark of laughter, “you made me the hero of your movie. Clearly, you know what you were doing. You were a pretty decent Captain, too, by the way.”

“Was I really?” he retorted, his tone dubious.

“Well, you… had your moments!”

Rip laughed at the remark, the sound comforting. Sara could count on one hand the times she actually heard Rip actually laugh. He often snorted in amusement and, every now and then, he would snicker. Hearing him laugh had been a rare thing, which led to Jax, Ray and herself to start a tally and bet on who would succeed in making him laugh – Jax and Sara were in a tie, with both two successes. Sara inwardly added a point to her score, watching in awe as Rip composed himself, his laughter dying to leave a grin on his face. She returned the grin and ran her fingers through her hair.

“I mean it, though. None of us would’ve been here if it wasn’t for you, Rip Hunter. I wouldn’t be Captain if it weren’t for you.”

“Well, I’m sure you would’ve manage-“ Rip started, rubbing the back of his head in sudden self-consciousness.

“Oh my God, dude!” Sara interrupted, punching his shoulder, “Learn to take a compliment, a’right? Jesus Christ.”

His eyes wide-opened, he stared at the shoulder she had punched before looking back at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just call me ‘dude’?”

“Urgh, yeah. Whatever, the point is” she brushed his retort with a groan, “you’ve made an impact on every person in this crew and it wouldn’t be the same without you in it. Honestly, did you think that we would’ve been through all of this if you weren’t worth it? Obviously not.”

Rip rolled his eyes at her, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from retorting the quip on the tip of his tongue, and cocked an eyebrow, expectantly staring at her. Sara sighed and grabbed a cookie out of the box, twirling between her fingers.

“I guess what I’m saying is that we need you here. I need you here,” she added after a moment of hesitation, avoiding his inquisitive gaze, “Captaincy, no matter how cool it sounds, is a lot to bear,” she added, her tone lighter.

Narrowing his eyes at her, Rip took a cookie out of the box and held it out in front of him.

“What are you suggesting exactly… The two of us sharing Captaincy?”

“Well, yeah. We work well as a pair,” she nonchalantly shrugged, “I’d be in charge of the team and you’d be in charge of the Waverider. How does that sound to you?”

His lips pursed in thought, he leaned in and, smirking at her intake of breath, reached into her pocket, taking the previously stolen piece of paper out of it. Leaning back, he tore it in two and held the half with her name written on it to her, knocking his cookie into hers as if they were toasting to something. Smiling in amusement at the small gesture, Sara looked up at him and tilted her head to the side, waiting for his answer. Biting into his cookie, he grinned back at her.

“It sounds great, actually.”

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Mending the Mind, chapter four

I have another update! Also, I finally went and saw Rogue One today so I’m having some major Cassian feels rn. I have so much Cassian fic bookmarked rn it’s insane. So while I’m reading that like a banshee the next day-ish I won’t be writing. But I literally just started chapter 7 so it shouldn’t be too bad. As I finish a chapter I’ll post another one.

Anyways, here’s some sassy Carth and Revan. Also my first attempt at writing force sensing stuff. Ooo-wee-oooooh yeah. Lemme know what you guys think please.

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Chapter Four

“Hey. Maybe tomorrow we should go to the store and buy some stuff; you know, food, some clothes so we don't look like vagabonds. I mean, your clothes are mostly fine, but I'm just slightly covered in random scorch marks and tears. It might be a bit of an issue at some point.” Lis shrugged.

“Well, can't say I'd be opposed to the idea of buying some food so we aren't always frequenting that foodstand. But I don't think we have a conservator.”

“Canned soup is always cheap and requires only a shelf to store. I thought I saw a gas pipe in the apartment.”

“If you turn on the gas, the entire room would fill with it and we'd blow up half the building,” Carth explained, shaking his head. He pressed the outer door button for the apartment complex, waving Lis in first.

“I can fix that, you know. Put on a control valve and a nozzle and it'll be perfectly safe. As long as you have a zippo, we have a way to heat soup.” Lis nodded at an alien as she and Carth stepped onto the elevator, waiting until he disembarked two floors later to continue speaking. “One of the perks of being a scout is you learn how to improvise.”

“And where are you going to get those items at?” Carth held the turbolift door as Lis stepped off, following her to their apartment.

“From Kebla Yurt's Emporium, of course. Probably be able to get all the stuff we need there. Do you have to walk so slow, Carth? I'd like to get my side wrapped before breakfast.” She stopped infront of the apartment door, waiting for Carth to unlock it once he reached it.

“For being hurt, you sure do manage to walk quick,” he mumbled.

“Maybe you're just getting old,” she winked. As soon as the door was unlocked she walked through, pulling her vest off quickly. The shirt took another moment to pull up.

“If I'm old, what does that make you? We've got to be around the same age, if we enlisted around the same time. Where does your rib hurt?” Carth opened the medpac, pulling out more kolto.

“On the right, a bit closer to the spine than the breastbone. You see the giant bruise that I'm sure is forming?”

“Yeah. Here, hold this kolto on there while I find some bandages.”

Lis hissed as the kolto patch pressed onto the bruise, closing her eyes for a second.

“I thought you read my profile, fly-boy. I enlisted when the Mandalorians came, in '64; I was 28.”

“So you're two years younger than me. You spend most of the time in space, or pounding ground? Here, hold this end.” Carth handed her one end of a gauze wrap.

“Damned if I remember. You're talking to someone who can't remember more than three months ago, remember? Honestly, I could be 50 for all I know; I'm just going by what someone told me. I don't feel 35 though.”

“You will in the morning, based on the beatings you've gotten lately. Try not to fight tomorrow, okay? We're taking it easy tomorrow; some shopping, a party with some Sith, and some more Pazaak if you didn't chase everyone away.”

“I might be able to get one more day of Pazaak in before they stop wanting to play with me. So maybe another thousand creds will materialize by dinner tomorrow. Did you wrap the gauze tight enough? I can barely breathe. Ow.” Lis pulled her shirt back down, the vest cast aside in favor of walking to the refresher. The sound of running water filled the small apartment for a minute, followed by Lis groaning at the hazy reflection.

“That's the cracked rib's fault, not mine. Do you want mystery meat meal one, two, or four?” Carth asked when Lis reappeared.

“What happened to mystery meat meal three?” Lis draped the vest over her shoulders.

“Meat number three is no longer available apparently. The quarantine has shut off all trade routes for the time being. I don't imagine there could be nerf on Taris.”

“Oh, is that what that was? I thought for sure it was more gizka. Come on, let's go get food. I think mystery meat four sounds good right about now.”

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Lis picked at the gauze on her arm absently as she waited for the turbolift to reach its destination. Carth had sent her to buy the morning meal with her Pazaak winnings, and she wasn't happy about the lack of food in the shoddy apartment.

We should've gone shopping last night to get at least some food. I mean, who knows how long we'll be stuck on this planet. But we're going after breakfast, so I guess there's no point in complaining about it. But if there was something besides griddlebread to eat it might be nice. Is there even such a thing as breakfast soup? Maybe egg soup. But we'd have to have a pot of some sort to make that. Maybe Kebla's has one.

Lis stepped out of the lift, blinking against the early morning sun. It was just peaking out from between two starscrapers, mist beginning to burn off in the heat.

“Good morning, Isaak. What's the morning special?” She asked, leaning on the small counter.

“Griddlebread, with a side of apple syrup. We also just got caf back in stock; the quarantine has stopped imports, but our merchant had some warehoused. You want some?”

“Would I ever. The last time I had caf it was instant; the last planet we'd stopped on didn't have any of the real stuff for us to buy. We weren't happy about that at all.” She accepted the flimsicup gratefully, smiling at the old man as he started preparing the griddlebread.

A few minutes later Isaak handed her the two plates of food and a small folding box, two cafs nestled in the corners amongst creams and sweetpacks. Lis thanked him before heading into the apartment building.

As the turbolift went up, a sinking feeling unrelated to the lift arose in Lis' stomach. She couldn't place the feeling, but something felt... off, almost wrong.

Am I forgetting something? I know it's early in the morning, but I only had one task to do, so I couldn't have forgotten my one task since I actually did it. My memory's bad, but it's not that bad. What's the date today? Maybe it's someone's birthday? What am I forgetting?

She almost dropped the packages in her hands as the turbolift doors slid open, revealing a Sith sergeant and two droids in the corridor. Two Duros stood in the hall as well, facing the patrol. Lis stepped off the turbolift, shrinking into an alcove, unseen by the enemy.

“We're looking for Republic fugitives. Seen any around?” The Sith in charge asked of his non-human audience.

“No, no one unusual has been here since the quarantine. There was a patrol a couple of days ago,” one Duro said.

At that moment, Carth stepped out of the apartment, unawares as to the patrol's presence. He froze at the sight of the Sith, who stared back at him for a second. Finally, the Sith shouted, “a human in this dive?! He's a Republic fugitive! Get him!”

Carth drew his blaster, beginning to shoot at the patrol droids. Lis put the food down on a shelf, her hand going to the long blade at her side. She rushed out of the alcove, stabbing the sergeant through the torso. Carth had already knocked out one of the droids, and an unhurried final blasterbolt finished the second one off. The Duros had stood frozen in shock during the encounter.

“We will take care of the bodies,” the Duro who hadn't spoken before said. “Thank you for fighting with us.”

“Sure, no problem, man,” Lis replied, sarcasm dripping as she returned her sword to its sheath. She shared a glance with Carth across the corridor, her brows raising in shared joke.

She went back to the alcove, fetching the still-warm food from the table. One flimsicup of caf was knocked over, the contents spilling onto the floor to mix with the dust and grime.

Well, I suppose it's a good thing I already had my caf. Maybe later I'll buy me another one.

Lis walked into the apartment, almost running into Carth as he stood in the doorway. He took the cup of caf quickly, inhaling the scent before beginning to drink.

“You know this is the worst caf I’ve ever had?” Carth asked after a minute. “But it sure tastes good right about now.”

“It might be a good idea for us to find another hideout soon, if there’s going to be more patrols coming around. What happened to the first one that came here?” Lis set the foodboxes down, digging in her vest pockets for the forks she’d stashed.

“They left without finding us. We probably wouldn’t be able to find another place to stay up here in the Upper City; it’s full of snobs and we don’t have the money. Our best bet is to continue to lay low, and deal with any patrols when they come. Unless you have a few extra thousand creds lying around we could use for rent.”

“Unfortunately pazaak doesn’t pay as well as that. Now if you were an admiral, you’d probably have the money for it; but you wouldn’t be able to access it on this planet without alerting the Sith that you’re here,” Lis frowned. “I must have dropped the forks in the corridor during the encounter; frack. I’ll go see if they’re still out there.”

She turned around, triggering the door sensor. She stopped when she heard Carth laughing, however.

“What’s so funny?”

“They’re in your hair; in the braid. They look like antenna,” he managed to get out between bursts of laughter. “I wish you could see them.”

Lis reached back, patting the back of her head. She yanked the forks out of her braid, wiping them on her pants leg before handing one to Carth.

“I don’t remember putting them there; oh well. Eat, we’ve a long day of shopping and party crashing to do.”

“It must have been since you haven’t had caf yet. And it’s not party-crashing since you were invited. Me on the other hand -- that might be party crashing.” Carth started spreading the syrup on his griddlebread, rolling it up to form a tube before eating.

“I already drank my caf; I was gonna have a second one, but it spilled somehow in the hall.”

“And here I thought it was the fight that had you looking so bright and peppy.”

Silence reigned for the time being as both Republics ate quickly, slurping the last of the syrup up for the added energy.

“Yun is probably gonna be so pissed when I show up with you trailing along. Maybe if we show up late he and everyone else will have already started drinking.”

“I sure hope our plan works; otherwise we’re gonna be in a giant mess.” Carth threw his empty flimsicup into the trash bin, leaning back in the chair so he was balanced on the back two legs.

“You’re the one who thought stealing Yun’s armour was a good idea; I’m just following your command, boss-man. Now come on; let’s go shopping.” Lis stood up, running a hand through her hair.

“Many a man heard that phrase before his wallet went dry,” Carth mumbled.

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“Hi Kebla. You wouldn’t happen to know of anywhere we could buy groceries, would you? Or canned soup, even? And clothes.” Lis walked into the Equipment Emporium, beginning to survey the offerings.

“You’d have to take an air-taxi to the next skyway over, but there’s one just on the other side of the Sith base. A man from the Middle City got a permit to put one there, and he’s raked in the creds from it; the richy-rich of up here can pay exorbitant amounts for food and things. If you mention my name, though, he’ll give you the employee discount. And by employee discount, I mean the actual price of the stuff. It’s called Fronk’s; you can’t miss it. See anything you like in here?”

“Yeah, I’ll take these two things. Oh, and this too.” Lis set down the nozzle and valve she’d mentioned to Carth the night before, as well as a small handsaw.

“20 creds. Whatever you’re doing with these, be careful. Don’t do anything too dangerous,” Kebla replied.

“Oh, I’m just fixing my stove; no worries. I’ve done this before countless times.” Lis smiled, handing over the credit chit. “Thanks for the directions.”

“You’ve done it countless times, huh?” Carth whispered once they were back on the skyway.

“I can’t remember doing it, but I know how to do it; I can’t count it, so it’s countless.” Lis shrugged, not looking back at Carth. “Let’s go to Fronk’s before I engineer the stove; I’d rather have something to actually test it on other than my hair.”

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