-some flashback action here today, slight Fives x reader lololol (NOTE: he's younger for legal reasons lmaooo)
-i wrote a part two for a bad batch one-shot (should be out in my one-shot book here soon!) and ended up writing a whopping 5,000+ words .-. if only I could do the same on essays
-today's chapter is 7k words. sorry it's long asf
Mando'a TRANSLATIONS:
-osik = sh!t
-buir = father/dad/papa
-cyar'ika = darling, dear, love
-udesii = calm down
-beskar'gam = armour
-shebs = backside
-Jetii = jedi
-shabla chakaar = f-ing theif (chakaar is a strong insult. it doesn't translate to Galactic Basic well.)
-vode = brothers/sisters (vod is the singular form)
Galactic Basic SLANG:
-doshing = expresses anger (kind of like dank ferrick)
-kriffing = also expresses anger. think of it like the f-word I suppose
'𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞...'
-𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞
Storm ran his vibroblade across the small sharpening stone.
Shi-nnnk!
He wasn't stupid. He was only observant. It was the least he could do to preserve the Commander's pride, even if it was wrong. But sometimes, he couldn't help not saying anything. Sitting around and watching something play out never felt right to him, and maybe that was because it shouldn't ever be the right thing in the first place.
Shi-nnnk!
When he was younger, that was what Kal'buir always pulled Storm into the limelight. Kal'buir knew he wasn't one for conversation--the poor lad was shy growing up--so Kal'buir practically made it his job to force Storm out of his shell. It eventually did work, so Storm learned how to voice his thoughts. One of the most important lessons Kal'buir drilled into his brain was pride, both in himself and his own opinions. This time was no different.
Shi-nnnk!
If this were any other rotation, his nerves would have already settled along with that redundant back-and-forth motion of the blade against the stone. He would have already laid down too, relishing in the quiet of a silent mind. Enhanced senses weren't always the best to have. Now, he could hear tens of different sounds at once: the scratch of a crate against the floor, the swishing of closing doors, the chatter from a few rooms over, the gossip rather left unsaid, and muffled cries.
It was all nerve-wracking. Perhaps that was why Storm didn't want to move. He didn't want to be like his brother Icee, running his mouth about this and that without regards to what anyone else felt. Despite the need, and the want, to remain out of everyone's way, guilt tugged at Storm's chest. Being a bystander wasn't okay.
"I can't believe this," he muttered to himself. "Every kriffing time." He pocketed the blade and stone with a sigh. The urgent instinct to protect overwhelmed him as he stepped outside the storage closet. He passed by the other passengers without notice and stopped in front of a lone door. It remained farthest from the cockpit, where Storm could focus on the task at hand.
If it weren't for the muffled sobs behind the door, that is.
No one else could hear it besides him. They were all deaf anyway, Storm blankly decided. Everyone was busy drawing up plans on how to save Han Solo, all of which Storm knew wouldn't go too well. He would help them later.
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