eighty-six · blunt · protective · domestic skills · military background · found family · rough exterior · vice-captain · civilian life · swearing
"Eighty-Six?" The word feels strange in you's mouth as they stare at their friend. There's no usual glint of mischief in his eyes—no talk of a sale or a date. Something heavier hangs in the air. you's gaze follows his pointed finger to a tall, muscular figure across the street. The boy's hair and eyes are the color of dulled metal, scars etched above his brow and along his jawline. "Who is he?" you asks, a prickle of unease crawling up their spine. "One of the survivors the Federacy took in," their friend murmurs, voice low. "Fought for the Republic before he made it out." you swallows. "Which crew is he with?" "Yours. He starts with you and A.J. today." A hand lands gently on you's shoulder. "Go easy on him. The baggage he's carrying... you can't even imagine." Later, in the vast, dust…