you keep dreaming and i'm scheming

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Who: Maketh Tua, Rey, Henry Percy, Lance Sweets, Nick Valentine.
What: Some needed conversations.
Where: Guard Post
When: Nov 10
Warnings: tbd



It's a normal day, so far as Maketh knows. She's got a mug of good coffee, reports that only need marginal corrections before they can be filed, and no one has killed anyone yet. The day is young but she's hopeful. And in a relatively good mood.

She looks up with a faint smile.

"Oh, hello. I wasn't expecting you."

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Oh no, not this again.

"You chose them over us!" Rey yells, hands around Maketh's wrists and holding her in place. She can kick and writhe, but Rey has her pinned like a vise. "We fucking trusted you, but you would sooner let us all die just so you can have something to fight! TELL ME I'M WRONG."

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"You are a soldier!" Maketh yells, jerking against Rey's hands uselessly. She kicks instead. "Act like one!"

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Rey holds on, feet rooted to the ground and unmoving despite Maketh's attacks. She'll tire herself out eventually.

"No. You're done. Stop this."

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"Let go!"

This is foolish, childish, Maketh wants to kill her. Why doesn't Rey see sense?

"You--you are supposed to be on my side!"

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"I am on your side. That's why I can't let you be fucking used like this!"

Sometimes, hard decisions have to be made for the sake of the ones you care about. Even if it seems against them.

You always hurt the ones you love.

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"You are not on my side!" Maketh spits, eyes narrowed tight. She twitches against Rey's grip. Can't break it. "Get out of my sight."

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"Dammit! If you'd just listen to us instead of them...!" Her hands squeeze Maketh's wrists. "You'd realize that the one you think is your tool to be used is using you against us! Why can't you fucking see that?"

Rey would fight by Maketh's side. But she will not fight for Hux and his kind, or their Empire's ideology.

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"I know where I stand with Hux!" Maketh spits, furious. She hates being made to feel weak in Rey's grip. Utterly insignificant. "I have always known where I stand with him. His betrayal I have anticipated. Yours was not. Clearly I was being foolish!"

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"STOP LYING TO YOURSELF," Rey screams at Maketh's face, loud and clear. "I can't stand hearing this shit anymore! All this talk about being an officer of the Imperial Court, you can't just say that and then tell me that he's not got you wrapped around his finger! That you haven't turned your back on us -- on the people who love you, and for what? Why? You can't have it both ways, Maketh -- you can't be their officer and lead the Guard. It doesn't fucking work like that!"

Her grip still steady, but she's shaking now. Frustrated, hurt, angered. She wants to shake the sense into Maketh, to rip the ones who've afflicted her with these ideas to pieces.

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Once, she would have cowered before the noise, before someone as strong as Rey and the sheer weight of her rage. That was before she was an officer, a soldier, and Maketh refuses to feel like she is small. Not now, not for anyone.

She leans forward, teeth bared. "I am doing what is necessary! If you cannot see that, then get out of my way."

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This is pointless.

Rey takes a deep breath, but it doesn't do much to put her nerves at ease.

"If that's what you truly think, then I'm shutting you down. Your weapon, Hux -- I'll find them and destroy them. That's a promise." Her jaw clenches. "As for you, you have no more authority here to order me like that. If you are with them, you are not a Guardsman."

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Oh, she'l try. She'll fucking try.

Maketh goes very still. Her eyes are wide and furious, hands shaking. She can't fight back, not like this, but soon. She needs to counter, get back on top. Protect her assets.

"You--traitor. Get your hands off me."

Rey is being foolish. She'll see this soon enough.

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It's over. Rey knows what needs to be done, and Maketh isn't making it any easier. Her silence gives her a moment of clarity. She'll need to have Maketh watched. Her weapon sabotaged. Take away everything she worked for that led her to this.

If she's going to do this, she needs to move fast. Not give Maketh the chance to act and make this worse.

"I loved you," Rey tells her again, her words mist, feeling defeated but not deterred. "I still do. That's why I have to do this."

With that, she slams her head against Maketh's face. The force hard enough to knock her out.