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mawmdalorian · 4 years

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The Knight and the Hunter: chapter 2

They had the Hallikset player serving drinks now. He’d been watching her for about an hour. She moved through the crowds like she’d been doing it her whole life. He didn’t want to be impressed, but… well, it was that kind of night. Something in the air was singing in Boba Fett’s blood, and though it was distracting, it wasn’t the kind of distracting that was going to become a problem. Few things were.

He was something like desperate to get back to Jabba’s palace and bury himself in the pleasures that could be found there, the spice and the sin and the taste of firewater pouring down the throat like sour velvet. Even Boba Fett, after all, took the occasional day, or week, off to unwind. He didn't exactly struggle to focus, but he did concede to himself and himself alone that he was getting a little jumpy.

When the hallikset player appeared again, this time close enough to touch, she came heavy with the cloying scent of fake flowers. Cheap perfume, the kind you grabbed from a market stall on your way home from a long night shift, the kind you didn’t have to throw credits at, the kind you wore to entice men who hadn’t smelled softness in a long, long while. It cut through the smell of grease and the cleaner used on star destroyers. Her skirt—knee length, tattered, having seen better days—snapped around her legs.

“Chut chut,” he said, brushing off the Huttese. It gave his voice a different timbre, sounded different when he spoke it rather than Basic and added a layer to his disguise. She paused, shifted her weight to her right foot. Bad left hip. Old injury? He'd thought it was just an affectation, but maybe it was a real limp. She looked for just a second too long right into his eyes, probably registering the scars and the chip implanted next to his right eyebrow. Fierfek, she reeked of that perfume. Up close, he could see that her dark hair and boots glittered with the mica-rich dust of the planet, and she shimmered in the bright spots of light that created places too bright and too dim in the crowded cantina.

“Hey, what can I get you?” she asked. Sweat was beading on her tanned forehead, the wispy hairs at her hairline sticking to her skin. It was getting pretty warm in the room, though from his position in the dark corners, it was perfectly cool. The hallikset player had been mobile since he’d started the hunt, but she was clearly happy to stand still for a second and enjoy the cool air.

Something was pinging in the back of Boba’s brain. Like a hook, just missing the memory over and over.

“Oto du yocola.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Jee hagwa chess.”

“We just got in some Corellian goldale?”

He nodded, and she did in return, before heading toward the bar again. She collected glasses from raucous tables, and Boba watched as someone reached out to grab a feel as she did so. He raised an eyebrow as she delicately twisted out of the way. He almost grinned.

Fett was naked without his armor, though it was right nearby--in the bag at his feet, actually. He still bristled with weaponry, from the blaster at his hip to the knife in his boot. His armor was known here, though, and this quarry had evaded hunters nearly as good as he was time and time again. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes. She was clever, and if she smelled trouble, she’d bolt like a startled eopie. He'd been trying to learn her routines but she'd been gone almost all week.

When she reappeared, bearing a large tray and an instrument, she dispensed drinks, dropping them at tables. On the way, she slipped her hallikset off her shoulder and set it on stage. They must’ve been ready for her on the bandstand. A new act was setting up. She set his goldale on the table in front of him, and when she got close, something inside Fett bristled. Under the perfume, he could smell her skin, her sweat, and could feel the cool rush of air with her movements. He swallowed. This was one of the reasons he preferred to work in his armor. This was too much contact with the world, too many smells, too many sensations not filtered by his helmet, too many mysteries without a HUD to elucidate.

“There ya go,” she said.

Her tray empty, she handed it off to another server. He watched as she leapt easily onto the stage, her heavy boots practical and sturdy, and sat down on a stool. She quickly tuned her instrument, a seven-stringed hallikset that had clearly been through a war, and when the rest of the band struck up, her music disappeared.

“Quite something, isn’t she?”

Fett turned his head, looked at the man who had invited himself to sit. Some Hutt affiliate. He’d seen him in Jabba’s throne room a time or two, being entertained by Twi’lek dancers and eating rare, expensive delicacies aboard the pleasure barge. He was a snotty karking barve, and Fett made a point not to speak or be spoken to by him.

“You see now why we hired her.”

“Hmm,” Fett answered. The man had no idea who he was, he just saw that Fett couldn’t keep his eyes off the woman.

“She’s a work of art. You’ll never believe it but we found her aboard a cargo transport a few years ago. She’d been bouncing around the galaxy for years.”

“What’d you offer her that made her settle?” Fett asked, partly out of genuine curiosity and partly because if he was going to have to listen to this barve talk, he’d rather steer the conversation.

“A better job than the one she had.”

“So, she traded cargo hauler for cantina girl?”

Cargo hauler… again, that nagging feeling came back.

“Oh, this isn’t her main job. It’s what we do to keep her busy between assignments.”

“So what is it that you have her doing?”

“She’s quite adept at fetching odds and ends from old Jedi temples.”

Fett raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

What a barve. What a stupid barve. It was a wonder he hadn’t gotten the schutta killed yet, though it also explained all the competing bounties on her. One from the Empire, a pile of them from the syndicates, even Jabba had expressed interest. He hadn’t paid attention to the specifics until Jabba had offered him the job on behalf of a “friend,” or whatever it was that Jabba had that passed for a friend. No one had said anything about a Jedi. And she was serving drinks here? That had to sting.

“Is she a… one of those uh… what are they called,” he said, pausing to sip his drink. It was awful, no wonder she’d pawned it off on him. “You know, jeedai.”

“A jedi? I have no idea. She’s had some kind of training in that sorcery though. I’m sure you know as well as I that concepts like jedi and the like aren’t worth much out here. The Empire likes to think they have us all in hand, and that we just turn over our force-sensitives like ordered, pbut even the grandest of admirals bow to Hutt sovereignty. She’s as safe as safe can be in the Outer Rim.”

A moment of silence passed, Fett drank again. He wanted so desperately to stop, but he couldn’t risk the chance that being persnickety about drinks would draw attention to him, make his face too memorable. Not that it was--he was, after all, one of millions of men with the same one.

The faintest impression of the hallikset made its way through the loud cantina. He could hardly hear her over the sound of chatter, drinking, fighting, shouting, and the other players. But he stayed aware of it.

He needed to go get his armor on, but this barve was the type to get irritable if he didn’t dismiss you, and clearly he wasn’t ready.

“So, where are you coming in from, pilot?”

“I’m no pilot.”

“With those flinty eyes? No way. You’ve seen some things. What are you then?”

“Just a freight mover,” Fett insisted. “That’s all. Agricultural products from Nakadia.”

“YOU? Your boss has you wasted. Please tell me you’re at least a first mate?”

Fett wanted to roll his eyes. He sipped the saccharine drink, which left a sour taste on his tongue, and said, “No, sir. I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. I’m not looking for that kind of responsibility. Just wanting to send enough home to the wife and kids so they can have a good life.”

“Well, if you’re ever looking for anything else, anything more, you let me know. Don’t touch the hallikset player, though. She’s… spoken for.”

Fett knew by the distant eyes the barve flashed at her that the statement was not only not true, but was an outright lie. The woman had probably turned him down a hundred times before. Maybe more.

He watched her look around as she played. She had her eyebrows furrowed. She was looking for trouble. He had to get this over with quickly. They locked eyes for just a second.

The woman had dark eyes, like he did, but rather than the hard cast his had, hers were friendly. She looked nice. She looked… playful, especially when she smiled like she was just then.

Hers narrowed, but he averted his. He wasn’t sure where he’d seen them before. It didn’t matter. She’d be locked in the holding cells by the night’s end, and then she’d be on her way to the client.

The first song ended as the barve stood up, knocked on the table.

“You take care of yourself, friend. And… don’t worry about that drink.”

He walked away. Fett was smart enough to know that the knock was a signal and he should get out and get changed while the getting was good. The hallikset player was tapped on the shoulder. Everyone in here was too drunk to care if the quartet was missing their strings, and the place was busy, so she was pulled away again to wait tables. The barve walked up to her, stood a little too close, but didn’t touch her as he spoke quietly to her. She nodded, shooting a glance at Fett.

Fierfek.

He sighed. Okay. Time to go.

He picked up the holdsall as the woman walked up to him. “Hey, ready for another?” she said with a smile. It was only then that he paid any attention to her earrings. They were semi-circular and gold, with three long chains ending in points hanging from the open side.

“No. Dobra koona.”

“Oh, so soon? The boss just said you drink free tonight. Seems like he’s taken a shine to you.” She smiled, raised her eyebrows enticingly. “C’mon, man. It’s a good night for it.”

He snarled in Basic. “I said no.”

The hallikset player raised her hands. “Whoa, sorry, sir. Didn’t mean to be a bother. You have a good night.”

She walked off. She either had no idea who he was, or was good at hiding it. Then again, why would she know who he was? How would anyone?

He walked out, found a dark corner next to a stack of transport crates, he began to reassemble and put on his armor. It was going to be a long hunt, a lot of waiting. Eventually, she was going to have to come out. He set his carbine to stun, knelt into the shadows, and got comfortable.

Time passed. Slowly, patrons began to leave the cantina. The staff, too, slowly began to leave. He pulled up the information from the Slave I on his HUD. Her name was Tash Lia. She’d been pinging for a while, which is why he took the bounty, a slightly lower one than he’d normally consider.

Tash Lia. This was going to drive him crazy. He wracked his brain. Boba Fett had no debts, so he didn’t owe her money. His romantic affairs—if they could be called that—were generally brief, nameless things, with few exceptions, and he’d remember if she was an exception. He’d remember that long hair, wrapped around his hand as he—

Fierfek.

He was a professional. Professional disinterest was crucial. He’d hunted pretty women before, he’d do it again, and he needed to get himself together.

The sensor in his helmet blinked, indicating something was nearby. It wasn’t any of the patrons. Something in the shadows. Fett felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. It looked bigger than a tooka, but as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

The employee door opened, and Lia walked out. “Alright, barve,” she said aloud, a blaster in her hand. She wore a rugged brown leather jacket and had twisted her braid into a bun. “I know you’re out here!”

Alright. Fair enough.

He stepped out of the shadows, and she raised her eyebrows. “Oh. You weren’t the barve I expected.”

“I’ve gotten that before.”

She glanced around a little. “Where’s the cute guy? I thought he was the—never mind.”

“Is that why you tried to get him drunk?”

“Well, the boss really did promise him free drinks.”

Fett raised his blaster, and tried not to think about her remark about his appearance. “You going to come quietly?”

She was silent for a minute, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t communicating. Her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes narrowed above her broad cheekbones. “I don’t think so. After all, whoever sent you has to get their money’s worth. I didn’t think I even had a bounty on me high enough for you to bother with.”

He didn’t have a response to that.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

She raised her own blaster, turning off the safety. “I don’t know who sent you, but I’m pretty sure they want me alive, or you would have already shot me. And I’m not going easy.”

“Alive doesn’t mean walking.”

She fired. The blaster bolt bounced off his armor, and he aimed for her leg, but it missed. That was… great. He sighed. Karking force users. Full-tilt, she went sprinting away from him, but that bad hip was going to stop her eventually. He followed.

She was clever, dipping down alleys. It was going to be easier to follow her from the air. His jet pack activated with a button, and he used the HUD in the helmet to put a trace on her that tracked her heat signature even when she dipped behind things.

Tash Lia ran into a large warehouse, probably hoping to nail him in close quarters, which was a mistake. Not many quarters where she could put up a fight he couldn’t win.

Dropping to the ground, he kept low as he scanned the room for her or her blaster. Faint traces of warmth from her footsteps glowed in the thermal imaging HUD of his helmet. He listened. She’d get nervous, staying in one spot too long. She would want to move and keep doing so, no matter how secure her location. He had a feeling she had the good sense not to engage him directly.

Footsteps pounded up a set of stairs just out of his sight. He pursued.

He charged up the stairs after her. A blow hit him, knocking him back. By the time he realized she’d thrown a box at him, he was watching her dart away. Getting righted, he stood, followed—only to find an open window. Sighing, he activated the jet pack again, easing himself to the ground outside. Fett looked around. She was close, he could tell that much.

Tookas tumbled out of an alley, and he followed.

And that was when that second blip on the radar came back, and he realized he was in deep bantha poodoo.

Lia stood in the alley, stock-still. A figure in gleaming black armor, with a rather distinctive helmet design, stood at the other end. There was a long, quiet moment. The round guard of a lightsaber hilt gleamed in double moonlight.

“Mr. Fett,” said the ghoulish figure. “Fancy running into you here.”

Tash Lia’s hand slowly crept to the small of her back.

“Third Brother,” Fett answered. Always polite. No matter how much the man made even Fett’s icy blood run a little chilled.

Third Brother was a tall, scrawny barve with a particularly mean streak. Fett had only run into him once before, but had also run into the results of his work. It had been… messy. Fett’s durasteel stomach had rolled a little.

The Inquisitor flicked the button on his saber, and the fiery blade filled the alley with light as it grew.

“Natasi Salcilia,” said the ghoulish barve, “Such poor luck you have, to be hunted by two killers tonight.”

“The bad luck is all yours, buddy,” said Lia.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to see the green blade of her saber appear, but he was, and now there were two too many lightsabers involved in this hunt for his liking.

“Inquisitor, I have already accepted a bounty on Tash Lia—,” he began, wondering how he was going to talk his way out of this one when it really wasn’t his style to talk in the first place.

“Don’t bother, Fett,” said Lia. “Vader’s attack dogs don’t care about anything but blood.”

Lia made the first move. It wasn’t the position he would have taken, but then again, he didn’t have a laser sword. She was much bolder with the saber than she was with a blaster. Then again, it was a weapon that lent itself to boldness.

The clash of sabers was loud and jarring. The bright lights filled the dark alley, and it was going to start drawing attention on the abandoned street very soon. He was meant to deliver the quarry alive. However, the client had not mentioned that there might be Inquisitors involved. Nothing about Jedi. That's what he earned, though, for not asking questions.

The two sabers touched lightly, testing. The sound was still jarring. The inquisitor pulled up the visor of his helmet. He had a fantastically ugly face “Well, well. You haven’t forgotten your training, youngling.”

“Pretty sure you’re younger than me,” she said. She had a loose, comfortable grip with her saber. Her movements were practiced, precise.

“As you like, Lady Salcilia.”

Fett had to make a decision. If they would put the sabers away, it would be easier.

The Jedi took a step back—retreat? No. He could tell she was up to something. The Inquisitor grinned like a predator. “What is this? Fear, Lady Salcilia?”

He was mocking her. Fett raised his blaster. Tash risked a glance at him. Raised her eyebrow. He swore that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. What was she trying to tell him to—oh.

“Well, Fett, hope you’ve got the engine warmed up,” she said. “Seeing as how there’s no shot that both of us are getting out of this alive.”

The Inquisitor lunged.

Again, it was a light show, a constant hum-and-buzz routine. This time was different though. Lia’s practiced movements became brutal, serious attacks, beating the Inquisitor down. No longer on the offensive, the Inquisitor was bewildered for a second, which gave Lia the upper hand for just long enough to tire him out. Watching the whole thing was like being in a nightmare.

Fett kept his rifle trained, and when the Jedi ducked, he fired on the Inquisitor. There was a breathless second where Fett was pretty sure he was kriffed, where the Inquisitor realized what had happened. Inquisitors were pretty immune to pain. However, they weren’t immune to politics.

He looked up at Fett. “You traitor! Lord Vader will hear about this!”

Tash Lia was behind him in a second, and the beam of her saber appeared out of his chest, before tearing through his body like a hot knife through butter. Fett was pretty immune to extreme violence, but that was a little sickening. The Inquisitor turned, his own saber nearing Tash’s leg. Momentum was on his side, but Lia twisted away, only getting the edge of her skirt singed. The Inquisitor fell.

She looked up at him. Silence stretched on between them.

“We can’t leave him here,” she gasped, clearly out of breath. Fett didn't move until the Jedi flicked the switch on her saber, turning it off. She tucked it away and looked up at him. It took him a second to realize she was waiting on an answer.

“We could put him out the airlock.”

She nodded as she slipped her bag over her shoulder. “Any asteroid fields on the way to where we’re going?”

“Not going to put up a fight anymore?”

He put away his blaster and opened the pocket on his belt where he kept the binders. Lia held out her hands. “I’m not an idiot. You had multiple opportunities to shoot, so whoever hired you wants me alive. They definitely want me dead,” she said, shooting a glance at the Inquisitor. “And I need offworld, like, now, before they figure out this barve is missing. I’ll fight later.”

He picked up the gored Inquisitor and threw him over his shoulder. Lia followed him.

"So how'd you get out of the Sarlacc?"

#boba fett #boba fett x oc #i cannot make this stupid app work #boba fett fanfiction

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stiillness · 4 years

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A wild Miko has appeared! @wreck-n-rocker

@wreck-n-rocker

The human girl.

More specifically, the autobot’s little helper: Miko Nakadia. Supposedly, a photo is worth a 1,000 words, and in Soundwave’s case, it was the key to gigabytes of information.

One simple photo of those three humans and the decepticon easily found who they were. Their lives. Their grades. Their family. Their phone numbers. Everything. With humanity slowly going more and more digital with their information- it made Soundwave’s job easy.

No amount of human-made security would be enough to keep the spy from figuring out who these children were.

According to the data, Miko shouldn’t be more than a mere pest that the autobots were so fond of. Yet, considering certain events, she proved to be much more dangerous if given the right means. She had the will but she often lacked the proper tools and capabilities given her species to do much to a Cybertronian.

Nonetheless, humans were simply distractions. Giving them grief was merely troublesome, a waste of time. Yet, this was one of the humans who took part of the operations the Autobots ran.

Perhaps a useful source of information.

With that decided, a cable descended upon Miko with intent to immobilize her.

#wreck n rocker #🔹 ; ic #// soundwave recalling hard shell: who the fuck gave her missiles

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ao3feed-rebelcaptain2 · 6 years

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The Nakadia Job

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2q8cL1K

by skitzofreak

Words: 3112, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Bodhi Rook, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, K-2SO (Star Wars), Various Background OCs

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Spy Stuff, vaguely established relationship, inspired by an episode of Leverage, Background Relationships, alternate universe - everybody lives/nobody dies, Mission Fic, Rated for swearing, rating will change later

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2q8cL1K

#ao3feed #rebelcaptain #rebel captain #jyn x cassian #cassian x jyn #rebelcaptain fanfic #jynxcassian

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melyzard · 1 month

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Hello! I wanted to ask if you still write for the rogue one fandom? I recently watched Andor, which prompted me to rewatch Rogue One (and I stopped halfway for my sanity), which THEN prompted me to find fics, and I noticed some of the best ones were yours. No pressure ofc!! Your fics are amazing and brighten up my day.

Hi, and hey, thank you so much for the lovely compliment!

As a matter of fact....I actually haven't written anything for a few years, because I was put in the hospital a couple years ago and, well, had to do some extensive physical therapy before I could move anything again. And after that, honestly? I couldn't find the energy to write.

HOWEVER, I am answering this with a bit of a giddy laugh because I got this message about an hour after I had opened an old R1 WIP of mine and thought "I am 95% done with this, maybe I should just finish it?"

And now, you know what, anon? I think I will.

Thanks.

#rogue one #writing #the nakadia job #I was almost done #maybe I'll just....write it

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melyzard · 1 month

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(different anon going off of prev) I really hope you find the motivation to finish your wip, your r1 fics are the reason I joined fandom/tumblr in the first place all the way back in 2017 and your work (esp the stardust in your spine series) are still my absolute favorite fics I've ever read you write rebelcaptain so perfectly <3333

Thanks! I actually already have the next chapter written, just need to proofread, and the final chapter is halfway done. I had to map this one out ages ago, since I made the heist/spy mission so complex. And now I'm....uh....four years out from my last posted chapter. So, yeah, I need to be careful not to turn the whole ending into an incoherent mess because I forgot what I was doing with some of this.

But it will be done, and who knows, maybe I'll start writing again in general. It would be nice to have that drive again.

#thank you for the kind words #writing #rogue one #the nakadia job

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melyzard · 2 years

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Hi! I just submitted upon your rogue one fics and oh my god you are brilliant! Your work is so intricate!

One small question, is The Nakadia Job abandoned or will you go back to it one day?

Thanks for the compliment, friend! The truth is that I have actually written almost the entirety of The Nakadia Job....I just kind of don't like it. But I can't think of a better way to go. I mean, I like how I worked the plot, I just don't feel like I've managed to make it clear, coherent, funny, and interesting. It feels rushed and confusing. So I sort of drifted off from it, did other stuff, and then I got pretty sick in 2021 and that put everything on hold. However, given that I'm almost recovered now and have been watching just a boatload of Leverage, maybe I will. It's been awhile since I've tried my hand at heist stories.

Thanks for the encouragement, too.

#asks #rogue one #nakadia job #thank you

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melyzard · 6 years

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Update to The Nakadia Job, in which the plot thickens, hands are kissed, bombs are exploded, and Bodhi is just about done with this whole politics thing.

Chirrut was busy plucking invisible lint from Julan Vosh’s jacket when Bodhi made his way backstage. To the left of the former Guardian and the would-be political leader, Jyn was standing in a rigid military stance that was drastically at odds with her flowery sundress. Just over the former guerrilla soldier’s shoulder, the rebel spy she loved leaned against the wall with a datapad loosely in one hand, his face turned towards the screen but his eyes flicking from door to window to Jyn to the stage just beyond them all. Both of them glanced up at Bodhi as he walked up, nodded briefly, then went back to their wary vigils.

Sometimes, Bodhi thought, he really could not believe the path his life had somehow wandered down.

#rogue one #my writing #the nakadia job #jyn erso #cassian andor #bodhi rook #k2so #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #jyn x cassian #rebelcaptain #mission fic #leverage fusion #been awhile since I updated this one #oops #and look #more crappy image/moodboards!#I'm trying

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melyzard · 6 years

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The Nakadia Job cut scene

@lostinmirkwood (I think you are the same lost_in_mirkwood from AO3?) commented on my story The Nakadia Job that Chirrut was having the time of his life in Chapter 3. And I thought, yeah, probably.

"Do I get a cape?" Chirrut asks Cassian, his teeth gleaming in the light of the shuttle, his staff tapping thoughtfully on the floor. "I think Jao Dahn is the sort of man who would wear a cape. A nice, mid-length A-cut, red interior cape. Weighted, of course."

"No capes," Baze growls immediately, holding up a warning finger as if his partner can see it. Chirrut's grin widens, and Bodhi wonders vaguely if he actually can. Maybe Baze is waving a finger through the Force. (Is that how it works? He's never asked.)

"Capes are out of fashion on Nakadia," Cassian replies, glancing up from the datapad balanced on his knee. "You would draw attention."

"Why weighted?" Bodhi asks curiously, sitting on the floor next to Jyn as she digs through their trunk of various suit jackets, miscellaneous trousers of every cut and cloth, and the odd robe. "Is it going to be, um, like a weapon?" He frowns and leans closer to Jyn. "Can you make a weapon from a cape?"

Jyn shoves a handful of multi-color ties into his hands. "Pick a blue one," she says shortly, and then, "In general, or me specifically?" Bodhi holds up a blue and green patterned tie for her inspection, and she grimaces and plucks it from his fingers, tossing it back in the box.

"An unweighted cape swishes too much," Chirrut informs the shuttle. "Proper weights in the hem ensure the correct level of," he pauses, tilts his head, "flair."

"Sharpen the edges of the weights," Jyn adds, "it ensures a clean cut, too."

Over Bodhi's head, Cassian and Baze exchange a look. "No capes," Baze says again, firmly.

Chirrut opens his mouth, but Cassian is quicker. "Long coats are relatively fashionable."

"Old men wear long coats, Captain," Chirrut says lightly, a mocking pout in his voice.

Bodhi holds up a pale-blue tie to his throat and looks at Jyn. She considers for a moment, then shakes her head. Bodhi sighs and tosses the pale blue back in the box. "Cassian wears long coats," he says without thinking, and then winces as the captain raises an eyebrow and Jyn huffs a soft laugh. Cassian shifts his glower from Bodhi to her, but there is no real edge to it.

"The Mon Cala blue one," the captain says at last, and then goes back to his datapad with a determined expression.

Bodhi fishes out the deep blue tie and hands the rest back to Jyn, who dumps them unceremoniously into the crate.

"If I am to be convincing in my role as an intergalactic high-stakes campaigner," Chirrut says, "I must display at least some decent dress sense, Captain."

"There is a ream of heavy red material available on the holonet market," K2SO chimes in from the cockpit. "It can be purchased and picked up within the half hour."

"Enough to sew into one of the Captain's long coats?" Baze asks, ignoring the irritated look that passes over Cassian's face.

"Easily," Kay replies.

"All shall be as the Force wills it," Chirrut said, which Bodhi figures means he approves.

"Well then," Jyn kicks the crate back under the bench and casually hoists herself from the floor to sit beside Cassian. Bodhi fusses with his new tie and wonders if they think no one notices the way he automatically reaches out to brush his fingertips against her hand, or how she leans against his shoulder as she settles. "That's Chirrut sorted. Now we just need a jacket that fits Baze and fatigues for me."

"More fatigues?" Cassian murmurs, though the faint lines around his eyes say he's teasing her.

Jyn smirks at him and unclips her own datapad. "I might need boots, too," she flicks an eyebrow at him. "You can help find some that match. You're better at that sort of shit than me."

"My pleasure," Cassian's mouth softens into a small smile.

"For the record, you are both terrible at flirting," Bodhi tells them both.

Behind him, Chirrut taps his cane again and says meditatively, "I appreciate the loan of the coat, Captain, and the addition of the red interior. But let us not forget," he adds gravely, "the weights."

"Right," Cassian sighs. "For the flair."

"For the flair," Chirrut agrees. "After all, my friends, a man is only as good as his entrance."

#rogue one #my writing #leverage fusion #the nakadia job #just being silly #the flair is very important you see #clothes make the man #or at least #clothes make the grifter #also Jyn and Cassian just have no chill in my headcanon #Bodhi just wishes he knew how to tie a necktie #and Baze does not like capes #he knows a lady #who has told him some horror stories #Kay is surfing space!craigslist #huttslist?#not a safe place #but damn if you can't get anything there

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melyzard · 4 years

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I love Baze's discontent with the disharmonious combo of bitter assam tea and (spicy?) pink ginger in The Nakadia Job. I like that he's a tea connoisseur of sorts. The info on culinary herbs & spices seems lacking in a GFFA. Like, does Cassian season with space paprika & sage when cooking? What about Jyn's first successful batch of space rosemary & lavender shortbread biscuits? (I've watched too many food & baking shows lately & got thoughts about mozzarella & carbonara & pad thai in a GFFA.)

I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see this come in to my inbox, anon! I do love writing Baze as a tea aficionado because 1) it’s funny and 2) he just seems the type, you know? And I’m right there with you wondering about the spice situation in SW. Especially given that apparently “spice” is a nickname for a drug, so I now wonder...is there another word that they use for not-drug-spices? Or does everyone have to clarify every usage with “I love spicy food, but not like *that* kind of spice!” But I would recommend this: when considering space flavors, don’t limit yourself to Earth herbs! Consider that one of the most successful spices on our planet is actually a rock (salt), so perhaps out there in the vast universe of Star Wars, they might routinely use other things. Like, I don’t know, sulphur. Or maybe cooking with nitrogen is a thing? I can see Jyn being pretty talented (or at least interested) in that arena.

It’s a big ol’ world for intergalactic chefs, I bet.

#rogue one #star wars #worldbuilding #also thank you for the compliment #I'm glad you liked The Nakadia Job #thanks for asking!#Anonymous #thanks for asking

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melyzard · 6 years

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Im still sick, but just quickly chiming in to say that if u did ever write a sequel to "you give me something" i may Actually Die, so u know 😂😂😂 x

Duly noted. I have updated my Assassination List. Your entry now lists “decent sequel” under the Actual Death column.

(Thank you)

#rogue one #my writing #ask box #yes I'm considering it #I just had a wellspring of ideas from that post #however I have to finish the valentine thing #and a love song #and some more rebel y/n #at least a little more #prob should finish the Nakadia job too?#hoo boy #moonprincess92nz

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melyzard · 3 years

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Tried that game where you list the first sentence of your 20 most popular stories to see if there are patterns. No one tagged me, I just wanted to see if there was anything noticeable in my writing...and I honestly have no idea.

1. you give me something: Someone was watching her.

2. your words are mine to keep: (*does this count as a first line? It’s a digital epistolary work that starts with a log-in...)

Encryption Key: *********

Key Accepted

Decoding…

INBOX: 46 New

3. A Love Song: “Damn it, Draven, he always brings the girl in with him. What's he up to, leaving her out here this time?"

4. REBEL Y/N?: (*again, another digital epistolary work, so this is kinda the first line?) Andor [0913]: Is this training or punishment?

5. I might know my heart (*sequel to ‘you give me something’): Someone was watching him.

6. love is a verb: On Fest, stories do not begin with ‘once upon a time,’ and they certainly don’t end with ‘happily ever after.’

7. truth and trust: When Cassian is five years old, his uncle calls all his siblings and cousins in to the main house for a special Festival of Light treat, and tells stories about the fantastic people of the galaxy that he met on his merchant travels (before the big war with the droids and the Jedi took his leg and his eye and made his smile so nervous).

8. The Nakadia Job: The heavy smack of flesh on flesh echoes through the posh office of Ambassador Tichinde Bonu, followed by the tinkling of broken glasses and the thud of a body hitting the richly carpeted floor.

9. Time Sensitive: “Brace yourself,” Cassian told Jyn as she settled into the co-pilot seat next to him, the lights of the cockpit glinting on her heavily-gelled hair. “We’re about to hit the gravity field.”

10. between your bones and your soul: Cassian, Jyn knows, is a liar.

11. Cold Comfort: It’s probably going to be a shit day.

12. A Light To You In Dark Places: Something was wrong with Bodhi and Cassian, and Jyn didn’t know what.

13. A Thousand Times Between Our Eyes: “Objective achieved!” Alban crows in Cassian’s earpiece, his grin obvious in his voice.

14. She Ain’t Mrs. Robinson: There were a lot of reasons a low-tier soldier might get called up to the Alliance Command center, Lenny knew.

15. lions in her heart, fire in her soul: It takes Jyn exactly three days after officially joining the Alliance to get in her first brawl, and honestly, she’s not sure why anyone is surprised.

16. lift your open hand: For once, Jyn is up before Cassian; she pops awake about an hour before day shift is scheduled to start, gets in a quick breakfast, a light workout, and a five-minute sonic shower before Cassian even starts to pulls himself out of the bunk.

17. the heart is hard to translate: “What,” Jyn demanded suddenly into the comfortable silence of the U-wing, “does ‘lave’ mean?”

18. These Days of Joy and Pain: “Camera, second column on your left, three meters high,” Cassian said quietly into his cocktail, one arm folded casually over the balcony railing of the casino’s upper level.

19. the fundamental things apply: Jyn was a better liar than most people seemed willing to credit her, kept alive by years of both running deception ops for Saw and then surviving among the smugglers, grifters, and conmen of the galaxy’s seediest underworlds.

20. the waiting’s been so long (so long): Cassian is exhausted, and it’s partially Jyn Erso’s fault.

No seriously, I don’t see a pattern. Maybe I’m just too close to the subject matter? Well anyway, this was fun.

#writing #man I need to start doing this again #patterns?

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melyzard · 4 years

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Another short chapter for The Nakadia Job is now posted. I had bits and pieces of this one sitting around and decided now was a good time to polish this up, and then get on with the Finale.

“You remembered!” Tatham picked up the tea cup and set the edge against her lip. Her lipstick was still a vivid pink that looked a little too shiny for comfort, like she had applied a film of oil over the paint. “That’s so sweet.”

“She’s trying too hard,” Cassian said helpfully over the comm. “She is desperate to get what you know. She’s not even bothering to read your body language at all.”

“Amateurs, right?” Jyn added, but Bodhi could tell the teasing was aimed more at Cassian than the receptionist.

“If you stay too long, she will likely invite you to spend more time with her. Probably in an intimate setting,” Kay warned. “Talk quickly.”

Bodhi resisted the urge to swat at his ear, as if his team’s voices were small insects buzzing around the hidden earpiece. “Right. I, uh, I hope I got the order right.”

“Hard to forget,” Baze grunted. “Disharmonious flavors.”