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@empirestrike
... but look at what i have risen above. #empirestrike, private & independent multimuse space station featuring characters from the star wars franchise. piloted by havi, twenty-five, they/them. this is a sideblog to fospherus [main blog].
↺ please read my general rules here, and refer to the list below for an updated muse roster.
fear is the path to the dark side. for rey <3
silently, rey swallowed. peaked her eyes up at the scowling twin suns darting across the skies & turned her face, hiding the sweat from her brow and the guilt from her throat. the shadow beside her was a comforting presence, better than the crushing dark that threatened her deep inside her dreams through his face, but it was a darkness that was practiced, inherent, obedient to raven's will — so thoroughly that rey envied her, and felt suspiciously that it showed. if fear was the path to the dark side, then surely she was already long forsaken: she was utterly terrified, half choked with frozen worry.
‘‘ of course i know that, ’’ she said stiffly, at least at first, before her voice softened. rey sat clustered by the grass-topped boulders, strategically out of view of anyone else; of course, that hadn't stopped raven's clever eye, who had found the girl saddled with the weight of her thoughts, hiding. ‘‘ i just don't know how to stop — this path. how to destroy it and save everyone i care about and love. ’’ finally she looked up, her dark eyes blown wide and searching. they looked to her as if she were chosen, their hero & their answer. she had run out of ways to tell them that she might not be. would raven see through her too? ‘‘ if there even is a way. would you know? ’’
[ ▫ ] meme prompt, accepting.
writing obi-wan : i disregard any and all canon ships or romantic implications for him in my interpretation.
while he has had inklings of romantic thoughts for people, obi-wan did not pursue or voice anything close to it ever. this is especially true with regard to satine. though they did spend a year together during the mandalorian civil war, and he did think he could fall in love with her, this was never the focus of their survival. this puts more emphasis on the contrast between him and anakin's affair with padmé and why obi-wan saw, from an external perspective, where it was going horribly wrong for anakin.
TRISTAN WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE WILLFULLY UNAWARE NOT TO KNOW OF ASAJJ VENTRESS. it has been some time, of course, since he has held any affiliation to the jedi order - since anybody has, for that matter - but his memory is not so short as that. perhaps they had never met, but from a remarkably young age, tris had learned to keep his ear effectively to the ground and she has long cut a formidable figure in the line of force users. he knows better than to think he is nearly as infamous, and for that, he finds himself grateful. perhaps it is to his advantage if she knows less about him, although frankly, he has no way to know to what details she is or isn't privy. after all, general or not, he'd been young and rather unremarkable as a military leader at the time of the war. group projects had never played to his strengths.
" would have considered a short joke a bit beneath you, " he answers on a feigned sigh of disappointment, lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug. his eyes, dark and keen, flicker over the speeder beneath her before returning to her face, somehow surprisingly serene, given the circumstances. he's not so out of practice that he can't avoid a little attempted murder by speeder if he must, he thinks. " but I'd rather not. did you think I sought you out for no reason? maybe I'm reckless, but it's rarely without cause. hurling insults at each other seems like an egregious waste of time when we could talk business instead. "
‘‘ when they're ever so amusing? nonsense. ’’ her voice carries a swift lull, unhurried and languidly pitying. hound to the bone, the jedi litter the space with their incessant regulations, taut as their robes. all keen eyed, another one with a proposition & egregious confidence. she takes no pleasure from his existence, even less from the air he breathes; her face is inexpressive, neutral with unamused slaughter. names were never beyond her reach, and he was but one more blood-sucking tick that she would not mind eradicating. ‘‘ and you're already wasting my time with your gibbering business talk, child, i might as well amuse myself. ’’
bored, she considers running him over, and she might have, if she cared that little for her speeder. devoid of her earlier amusement, her voice grows snide. ‘‘ shove that cause where it hurts, and run back to your little temple. ’’
writing rey : i don't follow the palpatine family association and i think she truly is just nobody, and that's precisely the point.
palpatine underestimates her because she is not even a smidge like his desired image of power, anakin. many don't see her as the thing that can defeat him even though some hope she, as the last jedi, can. because for so long everyone has come to see power as only what the empire has dictated it should look like. rey's internal crisis reflects this too when she confides in finn: the self-doubt, thinking her heart can't handle it, worrying it won't be enough.
but it's overcoming that and realising that the empire wants to make the entire galaxy feel too defeated to try anything. coincidentally, matching this with the dotf plot for finn blends so perfectly well together because they both tackle the spiritual and the practical side of overcoming empire.
STAR WARS: THE PHANTOM MENACE (EPISODE I) SENTENCE MEMES
greed can be a powerful ally.
be brave, and don’t look back. don’t look back.
your thoughts dwell on your mother.
mind your feelings.
what does that have to do with anything?
fear is the path to the dark side.
fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.
i sense much fear in you.
there is something else behind this.
either choice presents great danger to us all.
no money, no parts, no deal.
wouldn’t have lasted so long anyway if i wasn’t so good at building things.
outlanders, they think we know nothing.
you can’t have him. it wasn’t a fair bet.
why do i sense we’ve picked up another pathetic lifeform?
unfortunately, the federation has possession of our planet.
this is the clue we need to unravel the mystery of the sith.
may the force be with you.
i don’t want to be a problem.
your focus determines your reality.
stay close to me, and you’ll be safe.
they continually speak to us, telling us the will of the force.
when you learn to quiet your mind, you will hear them speak to you.
i will take back what’s ours.
there are too few of us, and we don’t have an army.
i foresee you will become a great jedi knight.
if we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever. i ask you to help us.
a few hundred police and guards have formed an underground resistance movement.
this is a battle i do not think we can win.
she is more foolish than i thought.
this will work to our advantage.
wipe them out. all of them.
he is the chosen one.
Lucy Maclean and Maximus in Season 1 of FALLOUT
kallus to crosshair : i believe you truly mean what you say. for now.
‘‘ how gracious. ’’ with dull bafflement, his weary and leering eyes lull to his brothers; hunter is fast to react, his played palm a quiet instruction: don't. then his eyes go searchingly to wrecker as if he might offer leniency, but no dice. crosshair is forced to look back at the rebel informant then, with all the strength-3 blackholes within the vicinity of this galaxy in his glare. he holds his sniper close in his good arm, but it's apparent it's seen better days of consistent use. he is old, tired, and as unfriendly to strangers as the day the kaminoans cooked him up. ‘‘ take the fuel or leave it. ’’
once his bite would have been sharper, but kallus is spared this much by the sole affiliation he now possesses; not that of the empire, but the rebel cells that have grown louder with each passing year the empire reigns tyrannically. he wonders if the informant has had word from omega, before scraping the thought of speaking to a stranger about his younger sister. cocking the gun against the ground, a makeshift stick, he flicks away the end of a chewed up hay straw. ‘‘ any funny business on our turf, and you won't get to speak your reviewed opinion. ’’
ventress : someday you're going to be wrong, and i just hope i'm there to see it.
‘‘ i'll save you the wait, little boy. ’’ initially, her sullen impatience and bemusement had shone through first; the route blocked off and sealed, a confrontation no less, was both highly unwanted and inconvenient. she had not bothered to reach for her lightsaber, arms crossed against the taut leather of her gear-set. the speeder beneath her revved like a prowling cat, which was fitting for her reputation. ‘‘ here i was, thinking you'd got some edge. but now i see, looks really are deceiving. ’’
ventress reclines forward, arms now bundled over the antlers of her bike. the visor of her helmet had long peeled away fully revealing her infamous and cold face, but consequently, her dull frown as it fell onto the other, blocking her path. she imagined running him over, food for the street hounds always begging for scraps. ‘‘ may the spires keep you. permanently. get out of my way. ’’
from @fospherus / @empirestrike: supportive: obi-wan to ahsoka!
smoke drifts against the dirt-clogged ridges and hills of the landscape beyond, a cumulutive backwash of debris, char, and burning plants and grass. the togruta teenager stands behind the fumes, her blue eyes gaping wide as she takes in the view of the planet they were meant to save. abruptly, she chokes against the billow, hastily turns her head, and coughs into her arm to smother the sound, and the cough turns to pain, to grief, to distress. it suddenly feels like too much to take in, too much to process in such a short amount of time — how is ahsoka meant to swallow down the brutality of the battle they just missed? how can she rationalize their delay in arrival against the destruction before her? if they'd only reached the planet sooner. maybe they could have stopped the droid army from rumbling through this valley. perhaps their presence would have dissuaded such an attack from going through. if only the blockade was easier to destroy. if only she'd sensed the change in the force. if only, if only...
maybe obi-wan sees how she stares. he's been standing beside her for a few good minutes now, arms crossed across his armor-plated chest. maybe he finds familiarity in her pain, her distress at the sight before them. the valley still fills with embers and smog, homes reduced to ash in the wake of the droid army's arrival; has he seen this sight before? obi-wan was a padawan once, too — he knows what this vulnerability feels like, the apparent uselessness of a single jedi against the evils of the galaxy. does he sympathize with her? does he pity her for their failure to reach this place in time?
no words are exchanged. no dialogue is needed. ahsoka's pain and heavy stare clouds the space between. suddenly, like an older sibling or an uncle might, like a teacher would, the older jedi faces ahsoka and places a venerable, chaste kiss to the top of her montrals. it's nurturing. it's foreign. it's harmless and kind and the most demonstrable display of connection ahsoka has ever experienced in her life, and she's speechless as obi-wan, grim-faced and sympathetic, dips his head in her direction and walks away. he understands, ahsoka accepts as he heads towards the gunship nearby. he knows what this feels like... because this is not some padawan-only emotion. guilt. grief. no, this feeling, this burden of responsibility given to the jedi to protect and preserve life... this never goes away.
it's the least he can offer her when the world turns upside down, thrown up in chutes of dust and debris. exploding like a vitriol of fire-works, mingled with the blood of their fallen across the battle-field. his gaze sways from one fallen trooper to the next, grief the size of a blotted out planet building up in the space of his throat. before it destabilises obi-wan ( ... a thousand fractured currents splintering into the ether ), one swift gust of a trained sigh releases his fury into the forest. a farewell as much as a ritual pardoning, for the service given and the creed honoured, the finest soldiers he had called friends. they have moved on, and so will he.
where the clone troopers knew the paradigm they had walked into, there was a separate tragedy and anguish in seeing ahsoka amongst them. obi-wan knew the council's need to act on the pragmatism of war, but the days of the past, the finer days of a tranquil simplicity, were those where padawans like herself grew under the cool, quaint shade of the jedi temple. honour bound, attuned not to war but to themselves and those around them; trees as they unfurled, insects as they crept from their cocoons. yet the clone wars had long eradicated the practice of peace. now their young stand face to face in war-making, her saber no stranger to the fight.
when he kisses her head, it is both comfort and apology. had the jedi been great enough in numbers, it would not have come to this, releasing their youngest and most vulnerable into the most gruelling training grounds and ultimately, battle zones. anakin's training shines through her; it has served her well, but where he has taught her reflexives to survive, obi-wan wonders how much she retains of mercy. for that alone, this gesture felt necessary, the affection traded between the families anakin has long envied.
‘‘ ahsoka, ’’ he says, and they do not cease there in time; quickly, his hands find her arm, and the vacuum of soundlessness in the shock of battle is leeched out by the roar of shouting and gunfire. obi-wan brings her back. ‘‘ you are beyond your years and stronger than anyone could have imagined. but my dear girl— ’’ an explosion rocks the clearing, throwing up a storm of cries from droids and troopers alike. obi-wan flinches defensively as the ground shakes and shrapnel flies, but he holds her there steady, blocking out the scene of savagery. ‘‘ this battle is not for you. return to the starship, rendezvous to the south point of the encampment. myself and anakin will find you there— go! ’’
imagine my surprise when i found out you were still alive. ( kaede @ ventress )
‘‘ what an insult darling, ’’ hand to her heart, ventress perfects her smile to a bottomless crescent; one life or nine left, the count couldn't even begin to dream her demise before she had gotten her say in it. ‘‘ it's as if you've no hope in me. ’’ according to the logistics of every bargain and hit that had been put out in the last four years, ventress had died four times, the last being at the hands of her former master. yet here she stood, undeniably alive and breathing, a daughter once more to the deathless witches.
nonetheless ... her bemusement with the fumbling separatists hadn't dwindled. the subtle hiss of her helmet reveals icy blue eyes, landlocked by the purple stripes beneath her eyes. they stand apart, booked by their speeders under the familiar, lecherous gaze of coruscant's underworld, where mercenaries and ring-lords and thieves all mingle with a clenched fist. ‘‘ besides, as you should know, it's not wise to believe everything you hear. ’’ masked beneath the metallic covering was her conniving little smile, but acknowledgement was apparent in the loose sway of her shrug, her huff of a laugh, and dip of her head. ‘‘ you could have called. come to find me all the way in hell? ’’
hello! plan today is to get some writing out on this blog today. only asking for patience, first time trying out a bunch of different voices so likely to be wonky and experimental 🤍
just found out about sw: visions so i will be watching that.
HAVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
hi beautiful, you've reached havi
PROMPTS FROM THE STAR WARS - THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK SCRIPT * assorted lines from the 1980 SCRIPT written by lawrence kasdan and leigh brackett (so it might not be accurate to the actual film), adjust as necessary
i've finished my circle and i haven't picked up any life readings.
i'm heading back to the base.
i'll see you shortly.
what's the matter? you smell something?
it's going to be difficult to spot approaching ships.
you're leaving?
you're an extraordinary fighter. i hate to lose you.
well, don't get all mushy on me.
you said you were going to stay. what happened?
don't give me that look.
you're so terrified of your own emotions.
you want me to stay because of the way you feel about me.
i respect you. you're a bold fighter, maybe not the brightest...
you're imagining things.
i say you came running after me because you were afraid i was leaving you without even a kiss.
believe me, you could use a good kiss.
i've had it with your noble mission.
we'll meet again. maybe you'll have grown up a little by then.
i'll see you in hell.
you must survive, [name].
come on, buddy, you aren't dead yet. give me a sign here. don't do this, [name], it's not your time.
we haven't got much time.
nice of you guys to drop by.
we have a visitor.
whatever it is, it isn't friendly.
i'm afraid there's not much left.
now don't panic. we don't know that.
i think we've found them.
how do you know it's them?
does it still hurt?
what would you think if i went away for a while?
what do you mean, you took care of that?
that's two you owe me, junior.
i don't know what he's talking about.
you must have gone completely out of your feeble mind.
we must hold them off until all our ships are safely away.
don't worry. you haven't seen the last of us.
let's get out of here before we become permanent residents.
it's no good! i can't see!
i don't know if there's anyone left alive in there.
someday you're going to be wrong, and i just hope i'm there to see it.
you don't have to do this to impress me.
if you said you thought coming here was a bad idea, i'm beginning to agree with you.
being held by you isn't enough to get me excited.
i must admit there are times i don't understand human behavior.
i'm looking for someone.
hey, that's my dinner!
my hands are dirty.
why are you trembling?
i happen to like nice men.
we've discussed this before.
i will not fail you. i'm not afraid.
that is why you fail.
it's not my fault! i can't understand it!
i'm still not sure what you've accomplished.
not bad, hot shot. not bad.
i feel cold.
i always said you were a gentleman.
sorry, am i interrupting anything?
would you care to join me for a little refreshment?
once you've made this decision, i cannot interfere.
i was worried about you.
i've done what i can for you.
show yourself, or do you fear me?
you'll find i'm full of surprises.
i'll die first.
you are beaten. it is useless to resist.
star wars: kotor ∕ sentence starters ( part ii. ) more dialogue taken from the 2003 rpg, star wars: knights of the old republic. lightly edited for clarity. feel free to shift pronouns.
just do me a favor and wait till i’m out of here before you start blowing the place up.
neither one of us is getting off this planet unless we work together.
you got another plan? or are you just objecting because you didn’t think of it?
and why would I indulge your idle curiosity?
to think us creatures beyond the need of simple passions is a delusion.
you’re the one who wanted to know more about me. well, this is it. this is what I am.
all my secrets are purely of the mundane variety, unfortunately.
but in the end, you’ve lost something as well.
if we survive all this… maybe we could talk about it then.
i’m asking you to trust me. for just a little while longer.
i wonder how long you would have stayed blind to the truth?
is it vengeance you seek at this reunion?
go ahead and be paranoid.
imagine my surprise when i found out you were still alive.
you do know we’re on the same side, right?
i’m beginning to wonder if you’re capable of trusting anybody.
not all of us have the luxury of choice.
you make me think i have some purpose beyond revenge.
nice speech. i bet you tell yourself that every night so you can sleep.
i would rather not place my life in your hands.
i am prepared to do what it takes.
sounds like you’re better off without him.
how can you even ask if I will follow you?
you always did like to do things the hard way.
blah, blah, blah. don’t you ever get tired of being so preachy?
we’ve survived worse, and will again.
can’t you just admit that you were rescued?
i wanted to hold you responsible for all the things you’ve done.
whatever he said, he was only trying to hurt you.
deny it if you will, but there is a connection between us.
i thought i could destroy all my enemies with a single glorious victory!
i believe you truly mean what you say. for now.
you talk too much and do little.
the darkness that must surely be there, it isn’t who you are.
don’t try to move too quickly, you might not be fully recovered yet.
one more ‘darling,’ and you’ll be sorry, understand?
no one is without hope of redemption.
none of us is perfect, but I realize ___ is a little less perfect than most.
watching you suffer tore me apart.
i assume you had some part in this; you learned your lessons well from me.
the only thing you taught me was betrayal and death.
so he sacrificed you to save his own hide?
i always knew there were some who would think i acted out of fear.
you always could inspire loyalty.
My Name 1.02 2021, dir. Kim Jin Min
