Fanfic Requests 2024 are GO! And the first one is a Survivor fic - "Hold on", for @dancing-entwife!
This does not look good. Stormtroopers pour out of doorways, closing in from all sides, cutting off Cal’s only viable escape unless he sprouts wings and takes to the sky. Who puts a bunker on a cliff edge? The Empire, apparently. This was supposed to be a quick, easy mission for Saw – taking out a tiny, barely patrolled weapons depot supplying the entire sector…
Which means they chose to carry out their mission during a surprise inspection, meaning every single stormtrooper is on duty, quadrupling the number of people currently shooting at Cal. The twins are pinned down outside, Gabs is doing her best to lock the base down to stop anyone else turning up, and Bravo…
“Hold on, Cal!” his voice comes over comms. “I’m working on it! Hold ‘em off a little longer.”
“Holding,” Cal says, deflecting a grenade back into the crowd, grimly satisfied when it blows and flings a batch of troopers into the air. BD whoops.
They’re not out of this yet. Cal’s not entirely sure where Bravo is. The base does have planetary fighters, so there’s a chance he’s looking to steal one. Whatever Bravo’s doing, Cal really needs it to be explosive. Like a very big rocket launcher. Or a stun grenade. Or –
A blaster bolt wings him, catching his jacket. Cal swears. He likes this jacket, a lot, and now it’s ruined. That’s what he gets for losing focus.
“BD, stay down!” Cal redirects blaster fire back to the troopers, taking them down. He’s pinned down in the central courtyard, hopelessly outnumbered. And what was he taught to do in moments like this?
Surrender to the Force.
Cal sinks into its flow, lets it guide his movements. No thought, no hesitation, no fear, only lethal movement.
The Force gives him the barest of warnings (get down) and Cal drops. A fighter goes overhead, dropping an immense payload. The Force pops, and Cal returns to his aching, weary body.
The troopers, however, are down, and the fighter hovers over. The cockpit opens, Bravo waves. “Get up here!” he bellows.
BD whoops. Cal calculates the jump, gathers the Force, and leaps, grabbing the cockpit and swinging himself into the rear seat. Bravo seals them in, and they fly off.
“I got him,” Bravo tells the others. “Get out and regroup and the Mantis.”
While cheers go out, BD offers a stim and the cockpit slowly fills with the stench of burnt sweat and flesh. Cal takes the stim. The jacket is a lost cause. He’ll have to find something else.
“Thanks, Bravo,” Cal says, reaching around to pat him on the shoulder.
“Anytime,” he says. “Although maybe next time let’s not crash a party this big.”
Cal smirks. “And where’s the fun in that?”
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never seen a character more sexless and glue-paste in consistency than Syril Karn. That man is who Kellogg's wanted everyone to be. The watered down skim milk. The slightly damp odorless air. If he was a spice he'd be flour. If he was a musical note it'd be anything flat. Can't even assign him a texture because he's so textureless. Grey if it wanted to be more understated. He has an air of carbon monoxide about him. If he was shirtless he probably wouldn't even have nipples.
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I'm back on my bullshit writing this fic lmao
This is sort of a mini au of @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown 's hels to pay au. The only difference is that there is more instinctEV because I am a Normal Person about him. There are some bonus head canons I put at the end of this fic! :D enjoy and aqua I'm so sorry I hope this isn't wildly out of character for whatever you had in mind ^^;
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