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h. hornblower ([personal profile] hotspurs) wrote2018-10-03 11:47 am

for his_majestys_navy : a star wars story




He shouldn't be here. That's becoming clearer and clearer with every passing hour.

All Horatio is, at the moment, is another mouth to feed. The sheer accident of his vague association with the man they actually needed was far from a reason for them to be keeping him here. Soon enough, he's certain, the whim that had struck Pellew to keep him around would be lost, and his extraction would be a messy thing--or, perhaps, a painfully clean one.

It didn't matter where they left him, after all. There wasn't anything left to go back to.

If he were any use at all, it would be different. If he could be trusted with a ship, then his desperation would be easy to channel. If he could be trusted with a weapon, then his life could be thrown into usefulness. But every soft hint of a suggestion gets quickly shot down by Pellew with the same tired sigh and stern instruction.

He needs to find some measure of control.

It isn't enough that he's learned to keep his face in a mask of stillness. It isn't enough that his voice rarely breaks and his tone rarely shifts. It's the something inside him--the hurt and the fear and the voiceless rage he can't be rid of--that needs lashing down. It's that, Pellew has to point out far too often, that keeps rocking the debris around him when he loses even the tiniest bit of his focus. It's the grey that threatens to pull any usefulness in him crashing down into simply being a liability.

The frustration of being made to stay when everyone else moves is, unfortunately, a source of liability all its own. Standing on the sidelines as a scouting contingent of the little fleet prepares to move again puts a certain crackle into the air just around him--nothing solid, nothing overly forceful, but distinctly there.

This is exactly what he's meant to be fighting against. This is what needs to clamp down and stifle so that the universe flows through him in a balance rather than sticking muddily to the darkness in his chest. It helps when movement beside him pulls focus from the ships he's been gazing mournfully toward. The man he steps back to make space for, after all, is likely even more frustrated than Horatio himself that the young man is still here.

"Commodore."
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-03-10 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
It is quick work, albeit hot and tiring in such humid conditions. But aside from a moment to throw off his jacket, James buts his back into it just as Horatio does. The younger man has already spent a great deal more energy unloading the ship, and James does not want to rest on his laurels.

The make-shift lift works. James knows in principle it should, that the logic is all there, but the materials have been less than ideal. But he feels his heart soar as with maddening slowness the sticky thick swamp begins to loosen it's hold on the ship, the foul smell of the disturbed water nothing in comparison to the realisation they may yet get off this accursed rock.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-03-25 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
It works- slowly. So far.

But it does work, despite the sweat on his brow and the strain in his limbs. Too much time looking at consols and displays, too long without any actual action. Too long, too old. Still, Horatio says nothing about the fact he has done most of the arduous physical work, he seems simply pleased that they have made progress.

"One more." James agrees, hanging on as hard as he can despite a twitch of pain in his shoulders. Will the vines break before he does? That's more of a question.

But another good, strong haul seems to do it, the last of the syrupy mud releasing and while the underside of the ship drips a foul green liquor for a few moments, she seems miraculously undamaged save a few scratches here and there.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-03-31 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
James can't help but let a smile stretch across his face, a bright wide grin that only spreads wider as Horatio's hand squeezes at his arm. The touch sends a little spark through him, and that look of elation, of success, on Horatio's face brightens the whole galaxy. It certainly makes James' soul sing.

Now comes the slightly tricker work of getting the ship onto solid ground, but they manage that with some more huffing, some more strain and sore forearms and shoulders. Once she's down, safe, away from the murky depths, James can do nothing else but collapse down onto the dirt.

"That was quite something. I'll admit I didn't think it would be so difficult."
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-04-07 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
The sudden and unexpected kiss is quite, quite wonderful. It makes James' lips spread into a grin even before Horatio has pulled away, and it leaves him momentarily distracted, enough not to immediately answer once Horatio has clambered back into the ship to check the instruments.

"What state do we appear to be in?" James calls, hoping that no lasting damage is done. They need to return, and despite the desire to stay here a little longer, he can not give into that. Not when the rebellion needs both of them desperately.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-04-13 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
James looks around. The conditions here are humid and that isn't conducive to drying anything out well or quickly.

"Probably at least another solar cycle if not more. But I am not sure we have the luxury of that time."

But they must allow it to dry, and he can't think of a way to speed the process that does not damage the delicate nature of the instruments.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-04-25 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not good odds." James muses, watching Horatio fuss at the screens and instruments. He appreciates that Horatio knows his ship, he knows what it will and will not do, and the machine has been through as much as they have since they made the jump into hyperspace.

"Unfortunately leaving it very much later before making our escape, we may be putting ourselves in further danger." Either from whatever creatures dwell in the swamps, or from being located by the Empire.

Or, at very worst, losing contact with their own allies if they are forced again to move to a safer location.

"Will a few hours make much difference?"
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-05-05 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
James takes a moment, lips pressed together as he decides. To risk both their lives over a few hours is foolish, even if there is no guarantee the ship will dry sufficiently. They have to return, and soon, not only because of the remaining power the ship will have, but also because their presence is needful.

"We will wait, and look again in three hours, at that point we will consider again."

After all, there is a steady stream of green water escaping from some of the joints between the ship's panels. A few hours should see most of that gone, and that will improve matters. The fact that they will have to wait a little longer here is dispiriting, but James cannot help but appreciate the company, especially as long limbs and slender body climb down from the cockpit.

"We have at least some emergency rations left over."
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-05-16 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
And just as Horatio has always tried to make sure others are looked after first, it has been James' duty to ensure provisions reach those on the frontlines. While it could be argued that that is Horatio, as the pilot, deserves what rations there are. Being hungry will do James no harm, but Horatio? He needs to have the energy to focus.

As it is, James doubts he can make Horatio eat what rations there are by himself. So sharing will be the way forward.

"We'll go together for kindling. We'll gather more that way. Perhaps a small fire under the ship will encourage her to dry a little faster."
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-06-01 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
James knows that Pellew must have plans for this young protege of his. He knows that the Jedi must have something in mind, although he wouldn't tell James what it would entail. He could only hope to entreat the man on how much the rebels needed Horatio's skills.

"It's among one of the many things I would like."

He can't lie about that, even as Horatio's fingers brush against his arm. He lets his own close on the sleeve of Horatio's flight gear, pulling him closer, pressing another kiss to his mouth. How many more he would get before they had to go would be limited, and when they returned, they would be back at war. There would be precious little time for this.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-06-08 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
At least one. But while it might not be the best use of their time, a few moments won't be the difference between life or death. He should be thinking more clearly, but it's near impossible to do so.

"When we return-" He begins, pulling away, still with the feel of Horatio's lips against his own. "When we return. I would like you to stay. I know Pellew will have plans, but... we- I would rather... have you."

How can he ask such a thing? He shouldn't. But selfish reasons aside, they need Horatio, they need Pellew. The presence of the Jedi gives the Rebellion hope, in a strange way. It is a near impossible task, to free the galaxy from the Empire's control. But even James feels that they might succeed, with Horatio there.
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[personal profile] his_majestys_navy 2019-06-15 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Pellew is a father figure, James is aware of that. He has trained and guided Horatio very well, that can't be denied. He shouldn't ask this of him, not so far away from any sort of resolution.

He should have waited.

He pulls back, with a gentle reassuring squeeze at Horatio's arm before he releases him.

"I will talk to him. He must see the need we have for you."

If it's for the rebellion, is it such a wicked thing? If it is for the greater good of the galaxy, and not James' own desire, can Pellew deny it?