Alpha-17, holding Maze’s face in his hands: My perfect precious baby brother. My beautiful younger sibling. My delightful gem of a kinsman. My—
Maze: Let go of me and never call me those things again, for the love of god.
Zey: I hate to interrupt, but I believe Ordo’s skull has been fractured.
Zey: You put him through five walls and a decorative mosaic (which I am not sure why we even fucking had).
Maze: He hit me once, and not even as hard as you did.
Zey: He could very well die.
Alpha: Good. Who’s my precious, perfect, beautiful, intelligent, adorable little baby brother? Who’s better than those nasty Nulls?
Maze: You’re doing this to mock me, stop it. Also, I don’t like Ordo at all, but I don’t want him dead.
Zey: Fuck it, I’m taking him to the medbay. Anyone want to help me lug him or…
Maze: I DO NOT NEED TO BE WRAPPED IN COTTON AND LOCKED IN A SAFE
Alpha: Yes you do. You’re helpless.
Maze: I AM A COMPETENT ADULT WHO WENT THROUGH THE SAME FUCKING TRAINING AS YOU
Alpha: Sure, but you’re still helpless. Like a baby shaak.
Maze: I AM NOT EVEN IN THE EIGHTIES YOU ASSHOLE
Maze: FORDO IS YOUNGER THAN ME
Zey: Ordo, you’re extremely lucky to be unconscious.
Maze: I AM NOT A CADET AND I DO NOT NEED TO HAVE MY HAND HELD
Maze: WHY IS EVERYONE CONVINCED I CAN’T TAKE CARE OF MYSELF
Maze: I AM A GODDAMN ARC TROOPER LIKE HALF THE PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM
Alpha: Yes, but Ordo punched you.
Maze: This is going to be your talking point for the next year, isn’t it.
(Or, what would happen if Maze commed his brothers during Triple Zero.)
