𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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It had been a quick funeral before the Batch decided it was best to return to Morut Base on Yamet moon. Crosshair and Rylann were off running errands in the town of Lo'retta, though most venues were closed on the weekend. And Wrecker was napping like he had been for the past six hours. Hunter was stuck with Tech, watching his brother type up security documents. They had to still install perimeter security to keep out unwanted visitors, and it was complicated. Not to mention, it was intrusive.
"You're a better talker than I am," Tech muttered, shoving the datapad into Hunter's hands. "Go to each of the surrounding neighbors and get them to sign it. I need to stay here and modify the Marauder."
Hunter watched as Tech busied himself in his devices. Everyone had their ways of coping with grief. Wrecker napped and ate, Crosshair secluded himself and got sharp and cranky, Tech buried himself further into work, and Hunter? Well, he didn't have a way of coping. He just continued on. The team needed their leader, so he'd fill that role.
He quickly made his way through his rounds with the neighbors. There was a cat lady, but she was nice and signed the document, glad to have "strapping young men to help out around here" as she said. There was also a large family of ten who were glad for the safety precautions.
And Hunter wanted to forget the previous neighbor he visited. The old man's ramshackle cabin almost fell on top of him, he nearly tripped on the spare parts and random toilet in the yard, and he got cussed out. Lo'retta residents took their cussing seriously. At least he got a signature allowing them to put security in their base surrounding them.
He only had one more neighbor to go. It was the complete opposite of the previous yard. Rows of various flowers that Hunter had no idea the names for lined the cobbled pathway. The scents intermingled together like a punch to the face. A pleasant punch to the face at least.
Reaching the door, Hunter stepped on the loth cat-shaped welcome mat, praying he wasn't going to be faced with another crazy cat lady. He'd had his share of crazy geriatrics. He knocked on the door and he could sense movement behind it.
There was something familiar about the frequencies, but he didn't have time to think about it before the door was opened, revealing the flower lady from the flower shop. Hunter's eyes widened as he tripped backwards, foot catching on the rug.
"Uh, how can I help you?" she asked, raising a brow as a brown curl fell across her forehead.
Hunter's face burned from embarrassment. "I, um, need to... your signature. Perimeter." He let out a breath. "It's for security."
Her lips pursed, holding back a laugh as she nodded slowly. "The saloon's that way," she said, a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'm not—" Hunter sputtered, clearing his throat as he counted in his head to calm his nerves. "I'm your neighbor and I need to discuss property lines."
