Sev looked around the whole ship before finally finding Fixer. He was sat by himself on a quiet table typing into a datapad.

"That the report?" Sev casually asked.

"Yep."

He attempted to nonchalantly look over Fixer's shoulder before Fixer quickly placed the datapad on the table face down.

"It's not for us, Oh-Seven. It's for them."

"We may be from different clone pods, but we're on the same squad. Republic Commando's together. RC-1207 and RC-1240." Sev proclaimed proudly

"RC-1140" Fixer corrected.

"…I just want to help. The colonel was a hero to the Republic."

"Is hero the right word? I believe your preferred title was 'asshole'. But if you want to help, I just need to know where you were when the shot was fired."

"Just put, 'There was nothing we could have done to prevent it'." Sev requested.

"Of course."

Fixer proceeded to type a section in his report before-

"No. No. No. Not 'very little we could have done' Nothing. Nothing we could have done. No thing. Nothing".

Fixer proceeded to retype a section in his report before-

"Fixer! What the hell is wrong with you? Not 'almost nothing'. Not 'practically nothing'. Nothing!"

"Well-"

"What could we have done? Tell me!" Sev demanded to know.

"Fine. The moment you saw the helmet was off, you could have wrestled the Colonel to the ground." When Sev heard this, he became very quiet. He got close to Fixer's face before slowly and quietly asking "…You wanted me to wrestle a decorated Naboo and Geonosis veteran to the ground?"

"It would have saved a life."

"It wouldn't have saved mine though! Because Bugtra would have killed me! Sev shouted in disbelief. Fixer was unphased as always to Sev's temper. He stared silently at the sniper who calmed himself down after getting the outburst out of his system. Sev refocused his efforts on his original objective.

"Just put 'nothing'. That is all I ask. 'Nothing that we could have done'"

Fixer proceeded to re-retype a section in his datapad "There is nothing that we could have done"

"Thank you". Sev began to move away satisfied with what he had heard.

"…short of wrestling-"

"Oh, give me that damn datapad!"

Sev rushed back before Fixer evaded the commando and ran off to his personal locker with the precious report in hand.

/

Author notes:

Sorry for the delay once again. I don't really have an excuse, just a really bad procrastination habit. Regardless I hope you enjoy this light chapter!