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@desolateaffliction
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i have a kylo pps go big him @terror2behold
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hhhholy shit hello im back :))))Â
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[ people are fuckin childish so imma dip for a while; if i owe replies iâll reply soon but only to people who iâm roleplaying with. ]
âI would punch a porg.â
âAt least thatâs one thing we could agree on.âÂ
âThe ONLY thing we can agree on.â
â.. you donât think youâre pretty?â
â...Excuse me.â
âI would punch a porg.â
âAt least thatâs one thing we could agree on.âÂ
âThe ONLY thing we can agree on.â
âI would punch a porg.â
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@desolateaffliction
âCommander, weâve caught the so-called Graverobber Artoras,â a storm trooper announced, shoving the man to his knees before Vela. He had his head down, and his hands shackled behind his back.
âIts taken your men long enough, commander,â came a raspy, modulated voice through his helmet. He looked up at the woman infront of him, his visor was black and remarkably reflective. âSo, then.. whats your plan now?â
The voice of the trooper caused her eye to twitch, more annoyance crawling into her ears. She loathed having to speak to the troopers, but once they mentioned a prisoner she turned on her heels towards then immediately. Vela took one look at the manâs helmet and grimaced at her own reflection bouncing off of his visor. More scum.
âMy plan,â she began, âaligns with The First Order so I believe you know what my plan is.â She brought herself down on one knee and slipped a hand under the chin of the otherâs helmet. âWhat a pathetic being. Canât even show his face in the presence of a woman.â She scoffed and dropped his chin, bringing herself to her feet once more. âBring him to my office.â
âItâs not like I had many options,â Artoras grumbled, the troopers pulling him to his feet and essentially dragging him away. Artoras found himself in restraints, sitting in her office. He turned his head, managing to get a glance at the door. He was mostly unsupervised, save for the two guards standing directly outside the door. He looked around, taking stock of available escape routes and equipment: including the gear that had been taken from him and placed on a nearby surface. He gritted his teeth, frustrated at the limited options. He had a looming sense of dread, wondering what Vela was intending.Â
She directed the prisoner and her troops to her office near the entrance of the ship he was brought aboard. âI donât need anyone present,â she stated as she closed the door behind her and Artoras. âNow now, eyes on me.â She teased as she took a seat in a chair directly in front of him. âNow what exactly are you doing here in the Atterra System?â
âMind if i remove the ugly bucket on your head?â She began to tug away at it before he could even answer.
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for my replies done.
iâm drunk rn so lemme know if you want memes or plots
desolateaffliction:
Snoke was dead.
The words echoed through her mind. Her master, though he had cast her aside in favor of the being who stood before her, he still brought purpose to her life. He had given her a reason to fight, a way to break her chains, a path to power. The First Order was her home and Supreme Leader Snoke has been more of a parental figure to her than even her previous âfamilyâ was.
Her jaw and chest tightened, the words still ringing in her ears. Vela had been so focused on the news of her master dying that she failed to hear the new Supreme Leader promote her from a simple commander to a position she felt was somewhat more worthy for herself. No, that wouldnât have mattered anyway. She slowly raised her head to meet her gaze with Kylo Ren.
That should have been me.
That should have been her standing before Snokeâs throne as the new Supreme Leader. If it werenât for Kylo Ren stepping into the picture all those years ago this could have been Velaâs moment to prove herself to everyone.
âHe is deadâŚ?â she asked softly, almost sorrowful, trying to search the feelings of the newly positioned Supreme Leader and perhaps even her own feelings. The last time Vela had lost a family it had been by her own hand. What she was currently feeling was new and not something she had ever felt from herself before. Whatever the feeling was, she hated it.
The ripple of emotion from her upon hearing Snoke was dead wasnât something he had anticipated, as much as heâd found the Supreme leader USEFUL during his training, heâd never grown to care about him and it seemed odd to him that her experience differed entirely. She seemed somehow SAD he was gone, it was likely that sentimentality and WEAKNESS that had Snoke send her away in the first place.
    ââ Were you not listening? Yes, he is dead, killed by    the Scavenger girl.â
Seeing her reaction proved to him that his lie was the best course of action, no one could know it was HIM that killed his former master, letting them believe Rey was responsible allowed him an uncontested position as the new Supreme Leader. - Well, someone could certainly try to take it from him but they werenât likely to do so, not with everyone else knowing him to be the next in line for that position.
That said, he had some changes to make to the First Order now that he was in control. Ensuring he had all the Force users he could possibly muster was only part of that plan, heâd have them trained not unlike himself and she would be the first. Bringing himself to his feet, he walked toward her, ignoring the turbulent emotions he could feel emanating from her. She needed to learn control, that much was very certain. Stopping in front of her, he met her gaze.
   ââ I want to train you, it seems to me Snoke disregarded    your potential, I wonât make that same mistake.â
He hoped she would see the benefits of this new regime, that she wouldnât waste her time mourning a man who could not appreciate her and would rather see the possibility for improvement, for bettering herself.
   ââ Or I could send you back to whatever menial task he    had you doing. It is your choice.â
The Scavenger.
It took Vela every ounce of self control that she possessed to keep her from losing her mind in that moment. Her jaw tensed even more, if that was possible, and her hands balled into fists. She couldnât believe what she was hearing as she locked eyes with Kylo Ren.
âThat FILTH... Iâll kill her.â She pulled the hilt of her saber from its sheath. âWhere is she. Iâll return her head on a silver plaââ The words that followed surprised her. He wanted to train her? She almost laughed. She wanted to cackle in his face at his proposal. As if Kylo Ren had the authority to train herâ But he did. He was the rightful heir to Snokeâs throne and to come to terms with that fact was going to be much harder than Vela anticipated.
âNo.â She wouldnât be belittled anymore as a commander. She knew if she seized this opportunity to be trained by Kylo Ren she would be able to take his place eventually. As for now, all she could do was play into this. All she could do was play into this scheme she had been thrown into from birth. The only way to survive in this galaxy. âNo, I... I will accept your training. I will take the opportunity that former Supreme Leader Snoke failed to have me complete.â She put her saber back where she pulled it from and regained her exposure.
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âI understand,â she managed through a tightened jaw. Being talked down to was not something she took well, but after being demoted to a commander for the past 10 years it was something she had gotten used to for the most part. âI will not let The First Order down again, sir.âÂ
There was a brief pause within her, a slight hesitation to answer the question. She wanted to lie the moment she arrived aboard the Generalâs ship, but she knew that if she didnât report to him herself, someone below her would. And to have her reputation tarnished within The First Order more so than it already has, was not on her to-do list for the day. She locked eyes with General Hux.Â
âThey first attacked with a small bomber squadron. Our TIE fighters were able to take one down and the rest retreated. Before my troopers were able to recuperate and repair any of the damaged fighters, they sent a larger bomber squadron. Our TIE fighters were mostly compromised and they were able to make their supply drop. It was a tactical error on my part and it will not happen again. The only way to salvage what equipment we had left was to pull our operation.â The words dripped from her mouth as if admitting defeat was like leaking bile from within her. âWhen the dust has settled within the Atterra system may I seek permission to regather my troops. We will strike down the Resistance scum.â
He could tell she was irritated. He could tell she was tense, his observant nature having kicked in long ago. Narrowing, his eyes scanned her as she spoke. She was stoic, just as he had expected. No budging, all rigidity, and he was glad for it. Despite her tension she showed no signs of breaking, not to him.
The General stared down at her, gaze solid and icy. It was probably a good thing he too wasnât Force sensitive, lest that be added to his arsenal of intimidation and scorn.
âThis may be your first loss while leading this system but it is a significant one, and one that could have been avoided without your tactical error,â he said, âBut I will permit you to strike back. If you fail, the Atterra system will be transferred to someone else. Do you understand?â
She couldnât believe this man, no this rat was talking to her the way he was. She deserved better. She deserved to be spoken to with respect. She had half a mind to force choke this slimy rat with every ounce of energy she had. She should do it.
No.
Putting her position at risk even more than it already was was not an option.
âI,â she paused, âI understand.â Her jaw was tense and her gaze wandered else where, faking submission to the red haired general that stood before her; her higher up. What a sickening thing to think about. âI will not fail The First Order again. I will help the Supreme Leader crush the Resistence Scum out of existence; if itâs the last thing I ever do.â
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âCommander, weâve caught the so-called Graverobber Artoras,â a storm trooper announced, shoving the man to his knees before Vela. He had his head down, and his hands shackled behind his back.
âIts taken your men long enough, commander,â came a raspy, modulated voice through his helmet. He looked up at the woman infront of him, his visor was black and remarkably reflective. âSo, then.. whats your plan now?â
The voice of the trooper caused her eye to twitch, more annoyance crawling into her ears. She loathed having to speak to the troopers, but once they mentioned a prisoner she turned on her heels towards then immediately. Vela took one look at the manâs helmet and grimaced at her own reflection bouncing off of his visor. More scum.
âMy plan,â she began, âaligns with The First Order so I believe you know what my plan is.â She brought herself down on one knee and slipped a hand under the chin of the otherâs helmet. âWhat a pathetic being. Canât even show his face in the presence of a woman.â She scoffed and dropped his chin, bringing herself to her feet once more. âBring him to my office.â
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