Day 28: Taking Some Time To Rest

Day 28: Taking some time to rest

Max enjoying a good book

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

OC-tober Day 24: Kisser being cared for by someone he loves

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

Banger after banger for prompts, this is also under a cut for length

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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Vode didn’t get sick. Any faulty units which were regularly susceptible to things like colds or fevers were decommissioned. 

RT-1010 had managed to only get a cold once, before he was old enough to know he couldn’t. Fortunately, none of his batchmates had caught it. He didn’t allow it to become a pattern, after an older Vod warned him.

Now, though his head felt stuffed full of fluff, he suppressed the urge to cough and spoke clearly when spoken to–cutting the feed to his comm when he couldn’t resist clearing his throat. He was lucky, really. He only had flash training and chores today. Flash training was easy–barely involved talking at all, though the test would be a nightmare for future him–and he was on…well, Melt would remind him what chore shift he had. Hopefully something mindless. 

He didn’t nod off during flash training, so he was doing great.

When they were dismissed, Melt grabbed his arm to steer him presumably to his chores.

He barely figured out they were headed to medical by the time they got there. 

One of the Vode medics in training greeted them. He didn’t introduce himself. Or maybe he did and RT-1010 hadn’t noticed.

“He’s not sick,” Melt told the medic cadet firmly, “He just needs to cool off, so I figured you could practice on him.”

The medic squinted at her, then turned to the Medic Trainer who was absorbed in their PADD. “Can I practice doing a non-invasive physical on him?”

“His chore shift isn’t for another half hour,” Melt added.

“Sure,” the Trainer said without looking up. “Go nuts.”

Kisser held his breath to suppress a coughing fit. It made him a bit dizzy.

The medic cadet led them to one of the further exam spaces, closing the door behind them.

“Helmet and chestplate off,” they said.

Kisser cleared his throat softly before engaging his external comm, “I should keep the helmet on.”

The medic rolled their eyes, turning to Melt. “I need the helmet off.”

“Door’s closed, tenten,” Melt said soothingly, “Just a couple minutes.”

RT-1010 hesitated, but pulled his helmet off.

He must’ve looked like hell, because the medic swore before even doing a basic temperature check.

Melt reached out to hold his hand. RT-1010 tried not to squeeze too tightly, despite it feeling like a lifeline.

“What shift is he on?” the medic asked grimly.

“Cleaning the sonics,” Melt said. “I can find someone to swap with him.”

“Something sitting–not flash training. Worst case, put him on laundry. It’ll be too hot by half, but convince them to let him do mending. He needs to be supervised regardless.”

“Best case?” Melt pressed, squeezing RT-1010’s hand reassuringly.

The medic grimaced. “Depends on who’s supervising, but backup on comms or security. Something where if he nods off, it won’t be a problem.”

“I can do that,” Melt assured them both. “Anything else?”

“Hang on,” the medic said. RT-1010 put on his helmet as the medic moved toward the door.

Melt rubbed soothing circles along the back of his hand. RT-1010 lost focus at that point, time seeming to blur.

The medic came back, with pills and instructions. Melt listened carefully, then got RT-1010 to take one. 

Later, Kisser couldn’t say what chore shift Melt had gotten him. All he remembered was Melt keeping him safe.

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Day 25

Day 24: Being cared for by someone they love

Cathrine is the closest person to a mother that Max has in their life

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

OC-tober Day 26: Kisser writing a letter

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

I mercilessly cheat at prompts lol

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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General Windu needs to improve his fine motor control. Kisser understands this. A coma will really fuck up your dexterity like that. Well, Healer Che insists it was a Force-induced Healing Trance, but Kisser trusts Krukenberg when he says no matter how much Force nonsense was happening, General Windu was in a coma.

Still, if General Windu is the one who needs to improve his control, why the hell is Kisser the one learning calligraphy?

“Less shaky,” General Windu says approvingly, as he watches Kisser’s most recent attempt. “Your confidence is improving.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to lie,” Kisser shoots back, trying again.

Windu snorts. “Unlike other religious orders, Jedi are not bound to truthfulness.” He pauses as Kisser swaps to a new character, just to try something different. “I think at times, that helped us survive. At others, it allowed others to cast suspicion on us.”

“And now?” Kisser asks, forgetting for a moment who he’s speaking to. 

“Now, it is neutral,” Windu decides, “We may wield the truth as we see fit, at least aware of the consequences in a way we may have been…encouraged to ignore them before.”

“Bright light makes fog harder to see through,” Kisser mutters as he fumbles stroke 5 again. He doesn’t notice Windu’s bemused expression.

Jedi Master Mace Windu will think about that statement for many years to come.

Kisser forgets it almost as soon as he says it.

~+~

Day 27

Day 26: Writing a letter

Max formally telling their friend they burnt their brownies

Prompt list by @icannotreadcursive

OC-tober Day 23: Kisser enjoying a nice drink

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

~+~

Kisser sits nervously at a small table in his General’s quarters. It isn’t the first time he’s been here, not even the first time he’s sat at this table, but he can’t quite feel that it’s normal. Yet, he hopes. For all his nerves, he wants to be here.

General Kenobi sets a tea tray at the table, pouring them each a cup before he sits. It’s a pale green, with a gently floral scent.

“This is a popular blend from Naboo,” he says, a little bit of the teacher slipping into his voice. It’s good to hear. “It’s lighter than the Iridonian Jasmine we had last time, I thought it might better suit your palate.”

“I mean,” Kisser grins, lifting the warm cup gently, “hard to see how less flavor is better, but I trust you.”

“And I trust you to give your honest opinion,” General Kenobi says, with a smile of his own.

The tea is hot but not scalding, so Kisser takes a careful sip. It’s…well, it’s hot water a flower had thought about once but not actually spoken to. In the most pleasant way possible, but still.

The General is chuckling before Kisser even says anything.

“It’s better than the last one,” Kisser says diplomatically. That only seems to make it funnier, as General Kenobi descends into outright giggles. Desperately, he adds, “it’s the caf, all my tastebuds are gone, you know! I’m sure this is a really nice tea!”

“No, no,” the General waves him off, “It’s quite all right. You are far from the only person to dislike the hot leaf water.”

“I don’t dislike it!” Kisser says, taking a large flavorless sip to prove his point.

For some reason, this makes the General laugh even harder.

“Thank you for your staunch support of my vices, Kisser,” he says, unable to quite manage the somber tone he’s playing at. 

Over the rest of their conversation, Kisser loyally helps finish the pot.

~+~

Day 24