InsaneJournal

Who: Rachelle and Zane, then Rachelle and Wichita
Where: The End Zone, Freedomtown
When: Right after the Doom/Krennic meeting
What: Preparing for invasion
Rating: R, because Rachelle is classy.


Zane would never say it out loud but when he first started working at The End Zone he had trouble standing anyone. He was so used to keeping everyone away that he just didn't get along with people. Along the way that changed, Rachelle and the others that worked there become the most important people to them.

Being threatened by Stormtroopers didn't really sit well with him. He was already behind on his Tryptophan. That didn't stop him from setting up to be ready to protect them. Telling himself that he had gone longer without it before. It wasn't exactly accessible back where he was from. He was trying to hide the early signs of it as he poured drinks for the few that were riding it out at The End Zone.



Of course, any chance that things in the bar might have stayed "normal", despite what was going on, were dashed the moment Rachelle came stomping in, dressed like Linda Hamilton from Terminator 2, complete with sunglasses and... sigh... big-ass shotgun. Getting everyone's attention by loudly cocking the gun, she whistled once, so that everyone looked at her.

"Alright, motherfuckers. Listen up. Those Imperial cocksuckers are literally on their way to invade this planet right the fuck now, so here's how it is: if y'all got a family? Someone you need to protect? Fuck outta here right now and go be with them. You ain't got nobody? Or anywhere to feel safe? Stay here, stay the fuck quiet, and lay low. This bitch right here's gonna be up on the roof with Wichita blasting any son of a bitch who comes within thirty feet of this place."

Zane watched as a few people took Chelle's.. warning, he guessed, and left. One of which was the person that was being served right in front of him. There was a handful of people that didn't move from their spots. He set down the bottle he was about to pour and walked up to The End Zone's fearless leader. "Where do you need me?" he was continuing to hide the start of the tremors. With the hope it would stay as tremors and not progress to anything worse.

"Right here." Chelle told him, snapping her gum loudly. "You're gonna stay right here, and stay safe and out of the way. Morgan's magic-ing up some shields for this place, and if anything manages to get through, they'll have two hot bitches with guns to get past before any of you are even in danger."

"I can do more than sit around and serve drinks," he might have looked human but he was a genetically modified superior soldier. Although he didn't do too well at the soldiering as he ran off with his siblings. He survived on the run longer than some of them too.

"Great. And if any of those armored douchebags manage to get past us and get in here?" Chelle told him, giving him a smile. "Then I'm gonna count on you to be the last line of defense between them and these people in here."

Somehow it still felt like he was being put in the kiddie corner. Honestly he should have felt thankful for it as he wasn't feeling his best. That wasn't what he was feeling though. "I'll hope no one gets past the shield," it was more out of worry for the people that decided to stay at The End Zone. "Need anything before you go up there?" He reached for a bottle of some of the top stuff for her. The bottle shook in his hand.

Rachelle almost reached for a bottle of alcohol on instinct... before sighing and stopping. She was gonna have to get used to this, even when shit was stressful. "Nah. Just protect these people. I mean it, Zane... if everything goes to shit, I'm trusting you."

Zane gave a swift nod when she said she trusted him. He would do his best to keep that trust. He started to walk away from his boss when he almost fell into the barstools

".....bro? Y'allright?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Be honest. Because I need to know if there's something going on here."

Well this was going to be hard to talk himself out of. Unless he wanted to say he tripped over his own feet which was unlikely. "Just under the weather," he said with a small shake of the head as he leaned against the bar top. There wasn't many people that knew about his weakness but Rachelle was one of them. "Nothing I can't handle. Plus we have bigger things to worry about."

"You know where everything is. If you need it." Chelle told him, not wanting to say much in case anyone could hear them. "Take care, dude. See you when this is over. Or earlier, if I get bored and come down for a burger or something. Oooo. A burger sounds so fucking good... ok, ok. Focus. ANYWAY."

"Y... yeah I know," Zane knew that Rachelle kept something in stock for him. It wasn't as effective as the pills but it could help. It was easier to get his hands on back home. "I'll make you guys something and bring it up." So she didn't have to worry about it. After all she was trying to focus.

"You're a peach, Zane." Rachelle said with a smirk, putting a hand on his cheek before pinching it cutely. "A. God. Damn. Peach."

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"A'ight, bitch. I'm here... time to make sure these cock-gobblers don't hurt our people or bust our shit up." Ah, a classic Rachelle introduction, as if anyone should be surprised. Walking up to Wichita, she gave the girl a quick, affectionate kiss on the cheek, before taking a seat on the ledge of the roof. "Hopefully, we're up here for nothing. Because nobody needs my hormonal ass shooting at people."

Wichita couldn't help but smirk. Sure, she'd prefer for Rachelle to be out of harm's way right then, but she knew better. She wouldn't even voice her protest in body language. When her boss voices her presence, Wichita gave a nod. She had her gun pointed directly at one of the ships, not that it would reach at that range. "Still, it doesn't hurt."

"Damn right. When this kid gets old enough, it's gonna hear all about how it's mom and aunt stood up to the goddamn Empire with nothing but a couple of shotguns." Rachelle laughed, snapping her gum. "Zane said he'd send up some burgers. God I hope he does. I can't stop thinking about the damn things now."

Wichita chuckled, "how long you think we got before the party starts?"

"Well... considering Doom just went all Michael Corleone on one of Palpatine's big dogs? I'd say hours, tops." Sighing, Rachelle briefly placed a hand on her stomach, as if silently reassuring her baby that things would be alright. "I keep getting all these images in my head of famous last stands, you know? Helm's Deep. The Alamo. Exegol. And yeah... kinda hoping they decide to not even bother with us."

"Trust me, I get it," Wichita nodded with a sigh. "But hey, maybe we'll have a good view from up here."

"Thanks for being here with me." Rachelle said, looking for the words, as she wasn't always great with sweetness. "If by any horrible chance, this is the end of the line for us? I can't think of many people I'd rather go down swinging beside."

"But you know damn well we'd be taking a few with us," Wichita took a deep breath. "With the way things got at home, I've felt like I've been on borrowed time for a while anyway.

"Well... this ain't our time." Rachelle said with a confident little snort. "I didn't go to hell and back to finally get pregnant, just to have it all come crashing down now." She looked over at the redhead, giving a surprisingly kind smile. "Just in case though... you know I love the fuck outta you, right? I never had a sister, but if I did? I like to think she woulda been a lot like you."

"Yeah, yeah," Wichita laughed. "But no, you're right. We're not losing anyone to the fuckin' Empire. At least not this time."

"They try to run up on us? They're gonna find out what two crazy bitches with guns are capable of." Rachelle grinned, pretending to aim the shotgun, before putting on her best Ah-nold voice: "Hasta la vista, baby..."