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@fireandthunder
“What more could you want to know?!” Jupiter hissed, at the end of his tether with Kylo Ren. “I showed you what you wanted. I don’t have anything else.” There it was, a single tear rolling down his cheek leaving an unfamiliar trail of dampness. Whether it was from anger, frustration, or total hopelessness, he wasn’t sure.
Jupiter nodded, turning his face away as his whole body sagged, his energy gone. He wouldn’t let the man see his weakness even if he had already shown it in giving up those he trusted. “Go.” He muttered with a crack to his voice. He could feel pricks behind his eyes. No. He wouldn’t cry. He hadn’t in years and today would not be that day. “Please. Just go.”
“Well that’s the future for you, I guess. For now you can help me repair my ship.” Jupiter replied in a clipped tone, offering a tool kit. “It got a bit damaged in the last fight. Wish I could say it wasn’t my fault, but it was. Pretty much flew straight into one of their fleet.”
Fight till the last gasp.
Henry IV, Part 1, William Shakespeare (via macrolit)
“Yeah, well-” He coughed, hiding a small smirk, “You’re the wonderkid who’s going to give us a fighting chance against the First Order. Or, at least that’s what everyone’s saying.” Jupiter shrugged, hands shoved in his pockets, “You might be, might not. Either way it’ll be entertaining.”
“Well that sucks.” He said straightforwardly. Jupiter was never one to spare feelings, simple getting to the crux of matters, something that had gained him both respect and being reviled by people through the Resistance, “Jupiter MacBarr, by the way. I’d say it’s a pleasure but I’m not too sure yet.”
It was too much. The pain was too much, and coupled with what Ren had said about it depending upon how much the Resistance wanted him back... He was just one pilot of many, not anyone important. He was as good as dead. With a short, sharp, cry he released the information. Where the others were, what the next plan had been when he had been captured... He was so ashamed, but he’d give anything to be free of this pain.
Panting, he glared at Kylo Ren through bloodshot eyes. “There. Happy now?”
@jakkutie from here [x]
“How do you do it?” He asked, arms folded as he looked at the already infamous force user, “I’ve heard a bit about your story. How’ve you not gone insane after all that?” Jupiter snorted with a shake of his head, “Don’t think I could do it.”
perpetuallyadrift// ‘ don’t tempt me. ’
“Or you’ll do what?” Jupiter looked at the First Order officer with thinly veiled disgust, “Talk me to death? I don’t think you have much of a chance in a fight… sir.” The term of respect coming from the pilot’s lips was anything but that, instead mocking the seemingly fragile man.
@perpetuallyadrift
* pick-a-fight meme
‘ could you shut up for five minutes? ’
‘ i have a better idea. why don’t you walk home? ’
‘ so what? ’
‘ i don’t give a shit. ’
‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’
‘ are you serious! ’
‘ how could you let this happen! ’
‘ kiss. my. ass. ’
‘ oh, did i do that? silly me. ’
‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’
‘ admit it. i was right. ’
‘ get out. ’
‘ you’re wrong and you know it. ’
‘ yeah? make me. ’
‘ better let an expert handle this one. ’
‘ i hope you get sunburn! ’
‘ i hope you get frostbite! ’
‘ have fun getting home. ’
‘ hope you’re happy, asshole. ’
‘ get your hands out of my face. ’
‘ sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you over the bullshit. ’
‘ un-fucking-believable. ’
‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’
‘ hey, fuck you! ’
‘ jesus, it was a joke. get over yourself. ’
‘ i hope you step on a lego. ’
‘ you’re leaving. right now. ’
‘ eat my shorts. ’
‘ this blows! ’
‘ don’t tempt me. ’
“Then what?” He questioned snarkily even as the pain began to build up again, “You kill me? Return me as a traitor? Neither of them seem like particularly great options to me, Bucket Head.” Not the nicest of names but the man deserved it. After all he was practically torturing it out of him.
Jupiter had to give him something, anything to stop the pain that was building to almost unbearable levels. The information Ren was trying to retrieve was too vague, a simple “Where are they?”. Just vague enough that the pilot could give something else. He released memory after memory, each giving relief from the pain by a miniscule amount.
A building burnt to the ground, only ash and twisted metal remaining as the smoke rose. Flashes of white. Burnt bone. A certainty that nothing remained of them. Of his family. A sudden flash to a ship flying through the stars, to a memorial where there was not enough left to bury. They were gone. Corellia may be where they rested but that was all.
With a gasp, Jupiter’s eyes flashed open as the pain relieved enough to function and through gritted teeth he spoke. “You-” He panted, “You. Should. Have. Been. More. Specific.”
✗never sentence starters
❝ i never lose, darling. ❞ ❝ never say that again, you hear me? ❞ ❝ you never know what’s going through my mind. ❞ ❝ i’ll never stop reminding you of what you did. ❞ ❝ you know very well it’ll never last. ❞ ❝ you never laugh. ❞ ❝ i never said that, what even the fuck are you talking about? ❞ ❝ it’s now or never. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d never give up. ❞ ❝ i never use it, so here, you can have it. ❞ ❝ i never thought this day would come. ❞ ❝ i’d never hurt you. ❞ ❝ god, i’ll never make it. ❞ ❝ i’m never sober. ❞ ❝ i never deceived you. ❞ ❝ shit, i’ve never thought about that before. ❞ ❝ never mind, you don’t even care. ❞ ❝ i wish we had never met. ❞ ❝ i never stopped loving you. ❞ ❝ you can never imagine what i went through. ❞ ❝ but i never said i was happy. ❞ ❝ perhaps you never got that letter… ❞
Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
Jupiter had managed this long in the captivity of the First Order, ignoring those who came before to interrogate him through various means. He’d been beating himself up mentally over the crash that had led him to come into their clutches but at least he held some pride that they hadn’t gotten anything out of him yet.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.” Jupiter replied through a grimace, his eyes scrunching closed as he bit his lip to keep from crying out at the pressure in his skull, “Or you could just let me go- ah-” He paused to try and collect his thoughts against the pain, “That’s always an option.”
