for all the times I can’t think of a things to say
for when I talk too much about things you clearly don’t care about
for when I don’t put in the effort we both know I could
for when I make it worse
for responding too quickly
for singing too loudly
for laughing too obnoxiously
for letting myself get so fat
for being too clingy
for not understanding
for trying to understand
for bothering you when you’re busy
for over reacting
for being bad at everything
for messing everything up
for not being able to hold a conversation
Molly: Following a
kidnapping as a young teen, she wanted to protect herself the way
someone once protected her. What started with a simple self-defence
course turned into a life-long affinity for violence and a successful
run as an MMA fighter. Went off the grid and turned mercenary after
her father’s death at the hands of a disgruntled employee left her destitute and unable to pay for college.
Trevor: Never forgot that
time when the computer guy made him part of the team. Developed
hacking and technology skills to rival his idol, along with a healthy
problem with authority to match. It’s still the age of the geek,
Widmark: After his
step-father went to prison, life was a series of increasing challenges, but he never forgot his ability to make people believe in
him. When the only job in show business he could get was as a singing
waiter, he started to use his powers of persuasion and ability to reinvent himself for more
self-serving purposes. And so, a con-artist was born.
Josie: Turns out
landscaping is kind of boring when all you want to do is kick ass.
Returning to a life of crime and becoming one of the world’s greatest
thieves was much more her style.
Olivia: When fingered to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit, CIA Agent Olivia Sterling leaves behind her career in espionage and cryptography - at least, as far as the agency is concerned - and disappears. She uses her contacts to assemble a motley crew of hustlers, felons, and thugs to track down and take out the corrupt organisation that set her up. But what started as revenge, a one-time gig, becomes so much more…
Amy: Art appraisal expert. Also Olivia’s ex. They met while consulting with Interpol as a favor to Director Sterling. Years and a somewhat-amicable break up later, Amy gets pulled into the crew’s schemes which, after years of friendship with a certain legendary thief, is practically old hat. She shows up every now and then to help out with jobs and to flirt with Josie, which drives Olivia mad. (Whether she is more jealous of Amy or Josie is anyone’s guess).
Hihi! You mentioned on AO3 you have no prompts for Ulaz and Shiro right now, so...if you're still taking prompts, would you mind writing one about Ulaz and Shiro - maybe at the Blade headquarters? Thanks!
Ohhhh I do not mind. I do not mind at all.
Technically they aren’t at the Blade headquarters here, but. Um. I’m not sorry.
Kolivan is not pleased when Ulaz calls him from halfway across the galaxy.
“There were no other options,” Ulaz repeats, for the third time. Kolivan stares back at him from the communication screen, silent and impassive. His mask is down, but it’s no improvement: Kolivan’s face is nearly as stoic and unreadable as if he had the mask up.
Nearly. Ulaz isn’t fooled. The tick in the corner of Kolivan’s eye and the small flare of his nostrils give him away.
“Be that as it may,” Kolivan says. His tone speaks volumes, too: brusque, blunt, syllables sharper and harsher than usual. ‘Not pleased’ is an understatement. “I cannot permit you to come blindly back to headquarters after such a foolish sacrifice.”
“My actions were not foolish,” Ulaz insists, defensive and heated. The comm unit in the stolen Galra ship is small, made smaller by the tracking devices Ulaz ripped out and dismantled with his bare hands. The ship was intended for short journeys; it was never meant to make the long trek Ulaz faces now. “Against your timing, perhaps, but not foolish. Thace is still on board. He will remain as informant for as long as physically and feasibly possible.”
“The choice was not yours to make.”
“And yet I have made it.”
“At what cost?” Kolivan asks. The comm image blurs for a tick before it steadies, stable. “Your plan has failed. This was your alternative?”
Ulaz casts a glance over his shoulder. Shiro’s asleep, propped up against the far wall - ‘far’ is a generous statement. This ship is too small. Shiro’s tucked his back into a corner, his arm cradled to his chest. He’s sleeping off the drug and what Ulaz is fairly certain is a concussion.
“No,” Ulaz admits, quietly, “This was not part of my plan.”