浅抠一些Battle Scars里的Merrical糖[Chapter1-2]

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Chapter1

 

“Did you live?” Merrin’s voice crackled to life over Cal’s comms. Her accent and often wry way of speaking made the question come off glib, like she didn’t really care about the answer one way or another.

“Did you hear something, Beedee?” Cal asked his droid rhetorically, knowing Merrin well enough to know that the sound of his voice over comms would be enough of an answer to satisfy Merrin’s sarcastic but still genuine query. “Sounded almost like…someone who was worried about us?” he added in a sing-songy voice.

“Must have been your imagination,” Merrin responded contemplatively. There was a beat of silence as though she were deep in thought. “Yes, next time we’re hard up for credits we’ll just drop you in a cantina. You’ll survive.”

“你们还活着吗？”Merrin的声音在Cal的通讯里沙沙作响。浓重的口音和戏谑的腔调显得她的问题很是随意，好像她根本不在乎有所回应。

“听到了吗，BD？”Cal故作夸张地问他的机器人，他了解Merrin，只要他的声音在通讯里响起，足以回应Merrin略带讽刺但仍然真诚的询问。“听起来很像——某人在关心我们？”他抑扬顿挫地补充道。

“你想太多了，”Merrin若有所思地回答。通讯上一阵沉默，好似她在认真思考。“好，下次我们缺信用点了就把你扔在一个小餐馆，你能养活自个的。”

 

A Brood member they’d run into earlier that month—the one whose boots Cal was currently wearing—had divulged both the location of this base and the way that it functioned. It had been so kind of him to open up like that. And all it had taken was Merrin being particularly convincing with her equally scary and impressive space-witch magick for a moment or two.

He and Merrin made a damn good team.

月初他们碰上的那个骇群帮成员——Cal正穿着他的靴子——他暴露了这个基地的位置以及其运作方式，十分体贴，毫无保留。这都是因为Merrin特地用了她那可怕而出色的太空女巫魔法拷问了一下。

他和Merrin真是最佳拍档。

 

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Cal teased as the hydraulics wheezed, lowering the ship’s ramp.

“This was the plan all along.” Merrin stepped off the Mantis first, her deep voice in its unique accent turning the was into vuz. Cal stared with just a little bit of envy as Merrin descended the ramp; somehow she managed to look daunting and intimidating everywhere she went, whether she intended to or not. A Dathomirian, Merrin had skin so pale it was like chalk; it reflected the light from the shield above, the gray markings on her face sprawled out like a spider. She kept her long, equally white hair tucked back into a severe bun—except the one piece around her face that always seemed to escape, no matter how hard she tried to keep it in place. Cal had seen her touch it a million times. And even years after leaving Dathomir, she still wore the black and red her people loved so much (though far less in the traditional Nightsister style—she’d really been finding what clothing worked for her in the field and out of it), but Cal could swear he saw a tint of green in it all—the color of her Nightsister magick.

Which Cal definitely understood and wasn’t at all unnerved by.

“Joke, Merrin,” clarified Cere as she followed the younger woman off the Mantis.“He was making a joke.”

…

“It wasn’t funny,” Merrin responded. Cal was pretty sure that was her own idea of a joke.

At least, he hoped so.

“瞧瞧是谁终于肯现身了？”Cal调侃道。液压起落架发出嗡嗡的声响，舷梯被缓缓放下。

“明明就是计划好的。”Merrin第一个走出了螳螂号，她声线低沉，因为独特的口音把was发成了vuz。Merrin悠悠地从舷梯上下来，Cal盯着她，带着些许羡慕——她总是能以令人生畏和威吓的形象，出现在她所到之处，无论她是不是有意的。作为达索米尔人，Merrin的肤色同白垩一样惨白，映着光芒，灰色的印记像一只蜘蛛伸展在她的脸上。她总是把同样白色的长发在脑后绑成一丝不苟的髻——除了垂在面颊旁的一缕，无论她如何努力地固定，那缕头发总能幸免。她捋头发的动作Cal已经看了无数次。尽管离开达索米尔多年，她依然穿着黑红相间的衣服，那是她的种族所钟爱的颜色（虽然远不像暗夜姐妹的传统服饰，她也找到了适合她的衣服），不过Cal相信他在其中看到了一抹绿色——属于暗夜姐妹魔法的颜色。

他不懂魔法，但这也并不完全让他畏惧。

“这只是个玩笑，Merrin，”随着年轻女人走出螳螂号的Cere解释道，“他只是在开玩笑。”

......

“这并不好笑，”Merrin答道。Cal很确定她在以自己的方式开玩笑。

至少他希望如此。

 

Chapter2

 

And of course Cal, the Jedi, a fellow survivor who made an alliance with a Nightsister. Together they were the light and the dark. Cal was the star that illuminated Merrin’s shadow. His earnest face, pale for a human, dusted with darker spots. Scars crossing his nose and eyebrow that spoke of a hard life. Hair like burnished copper, always pushed up and back out of his green eyes in a way that seemed to defy gravity. His smiles came quick and easy, like his connection to the Force.

Must be nice.

Over the last few years, Merrin saw something different in Cal almost every time she looked at him. Sometimes he was the hardened warrior leader of their crew, bent on vengeance. Othertimes, though he tried his best to hide it, Cal was the scared and lonely Jedi on the run. He was dedicated, but equally dedicated to his cause and to his crew. He was so sweet.

It was kind of annoying.

（Merrin的pov）当然，还有Cal，那个绝地武士，也是幸存者，和一个暗夜姐妹结成了联盟。他们是明与暗。Cal就像一颗明星，照亮了Merrin心里的阴霾。他真诚的脸，是属于人类的白肤色，星布着点点雀斑。横过鼻梁和眉宇的伤疤道出了他过去的艰难。他的头发，颜色就像擦亮的铜器，总是被推到脑后，不挡住他那翠绿的眼眸，仿佛不受重力所控。他的笑总是来得迅速而随意，就像他与原力的联结那样。

那感觉一定很好。

过去的几年里，Merrin 几乎每次都能从他身上看到一些变化。有时，他是领导整个团队的强硬战士，决心复仇；其他时候，他只是一个在流亡中害怕而孤独的绝地。他一心一意，对于他的事业和队友，他同样乐于奉献。他太好了。

这有点让她烦恼。

 

Cal breathed heavily into his comms. Merrin imagined him running sideways across a vertical surface, leaping for the next one, making it. “Wish you could teach me how to do that,” he said in a tone Merrin recognized as only half joking.

“All your fire would come from your hair,” Merrin answered as she waited for Cere to shut down one of the vents. “You would disappear from the top down, just consumed by—”

通讯里，Cal气喘吁吁，Merrin可以想到他倾斜着身体跃过垂直的墙面，再跳过另一个。“要是你能教我那招（传送）就好了，”他半开玩笑地说道。

“那你的火焰会从你的头发燃起，”Merrin应道，等着Cere关掉其中一个通风口。“你会从脑袋开始消失，然后被吞噬——”