Note from Rio: Mando'a dictionary located at the bottom.
It was a few days before the medics felt comfortable letting Lurk go back to his everyday activities. He picked up his helmet and debated on whether to put it on to hide the scars, or leave it off so everyone could see exactly what Slicer had done. He tucked his helmet under his arm and strode out into the hall, making a mental note of everyone who stared at him out of the corner of their eyes. He quickly reached the barracks, where Stealth and Prime were sitting on the floor playing Sabacc. Stealth looked up, clearly happy to see him. Prime smiled but subtly checked over his shoulder trying to remember where Slicer was.
"Hey, Lurk!" Stealth said, standing up to go give his brother a hug. "How are you feeling?"
"How does it look like I'm feeling?" Lurk grumbled.
"Grumpy. You look alright, though-- uh, I mean..." Stealth fished for words.
Lurk raised an eyebrow, his scars still standing out against his skin.
"Stealth," Prime said, "sit."
"Yessir."
Stealth sat back down on the floor just as the fresher door opened and Slicer came out, combing his still wet hair.
"Prime, you didn't clean the razor out again after you used it--" Slicer stopped, noticing Lurk standing in the doorway. The two just stared at each other for a long time.
"Slicer, Lurk's back from the infirmary," Prime said, trying to fill the silence. Slicer just nodded.
"Hey, Stealth," Prime said, "Why don't you help me clean out the razor?"
"Why do you need help cleaning--"
"Stealth..."
"Yessir."
Prime and Stealth retreated to the fresher then. Prime busied himself with cleaning out the razor while Stealth stood guard at the door to make sure Lurk and Slicer weren't killing each other.
"So," Lurk said, glaring at Slicer, "they just let you go."
"Yeah. Sergeant Kal came to my rescue."
"Remind me to send him a fruit basket."
Lurk pushed past Slicer, purposefully bumping him out of the way with his shoulder.
Slicer spun around. "What's your problem? You were the one threatening Six-Four like he was the enemy! How is that any different than me teaching you some manners?"
"Teaching me some manners? Is that what you call this?" Lurk gestured at his face. "At least Six-Four wasn't my own brother! You're anaruetii,di'kut! Traitor!"
Lurk jumped forward and tackled Slicer. He grabbed his own vibroblade from his knuckleplate. Slicer managed to kick it out of his hand before Prime and Stealth rushed in to interfere. Stealth grabbed Lurk and pinned him against the wall. Prime struggled to hold Slicer back as he tried to rush at Lurk again.
"Will you two stop? Wayii! There's not going to be anything leftover for the Seps!" Prime scolded.
"Oh, I'll make sure there's nothing left of him," Lurk threatened.
Stealth rolled his eyes. "I say we throw them both in a room and see who comes out alive."
"Now, don't you start, too," Prime said, struggling to keep his squad in line. "Lurk, head over to the target range and shoot things. Don't come back until you've hit two hundred bull's eyes. Slicer, go raid the janitors closet and build me three different grenades out of what you find. I don't want to see either of you two near each other until you're done, tayli'bac?"
"Got it, sir," Lurk said, though he didn't sound sincere at all.
Prime let go of Slicer's arm. Slicer started to walk out the door, but turned abruptly back toward Lurk. Prime blocked his path and shuffled him out into the hall. "Slice, if you don't quit trying to pick a fight, I swear I'll recondition your shebs."
Slicer reluctantly obeyed and headed down toward the janitor's closet.
Stealth let go of Lurk and backed up a few steps, expecting him to lash out. Lurk didn't put up a fight though, and headed toward the target range as he was instructed. Prime and Stealth stood guard in the hall to make sure neither one tried to double back.
"Well," Stealth observed, "this is a lot like trying to get two nexu to play nice."
"Nexu might be a little less violent." Prime really wasn't sure how they were going to sort out this mess, but he hoped it could be done without anyone else being scarred.
Mando'a Dictionary:
aruetii - traitor
di'kut - idiot (more or less. Cleaned up to keep it family friendly)
wayii - good greif!
tayli'bac - got it?
shebs - butt
