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Hi, I'm Tara and this is my multimuse rp blog for Star Wars characters. Please read and respect the rules and enjoy!
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Satine smiled, his Mando'a was accented, but passable.
"I love you too." The end of this war couldn't come fast enough for Satine, not only because it meant she could free her people from the reign of a lunatic, but because the end of the war meant he was hers completely.
"I can hear the gears turning in there. What are you thinking about?"
“I’m thinking that I want to leave the Order. But I can’t do this while the war is going on. The Order and my men need me. But as soon as everything is over and the galaxy is at peace again…”
He took her hands and smiled softly. Obi-Wan could no longer deceive himself.
"I will leave the order to be with you. Satine of House Kryze, will you be my wife when that time comes?"
He'd told her once that if she'd said the word, he would have left the Jedi Order.
"I didn't even say the word," she teased. Still, she couldn't turn him down. She still loved him after all this time after all.
"But yes, my dear Obi-Wan. I will marry you."
make me choose ♡ @djarinshelm asked omera or cara dune
"You needn't be so formal. It's just us two." His formality felt like a barrier between them, like if he didn't say her name, he wouldn't have to address the old feelings that seeing each other again had stirred up.
"And seeing as it's just us two, do you remember that last night before we returned to the capitol after the Civil War?"
"Sorry. These are old habits. I'll improve."
Obi-Wan smiled guiltily. Of course he remembered that night. That wonderful night when they were alone and did what they wanted for a very long time. Their bodies were one and Obi-Wan was ready to leave the Order just to be near her. Unfortunately, she gave him no hint that she wanted him to stay. And…he returned to Coruscant, trying not to think about it.
"Oh yes, I remember that night. A wonderful night just for the two of us."
"Yes, well..." Satine hesitated. She'd kept this secret for so long. Only Bo knew the truth, but she'd never counted on seeing Obi-Wan ever again and certainly hadn't counted on old feelings resurfacing.
"... there was a consequence to that night."
@forceconnected said: "You're a sight for sore eyes." (From Omera for Din, I love these two and I miss writing their relationship with you!)
Din smiled and hugged her, kissing her temple. He still couldn't believe that such an amazing woman loved him. Omera is truly amazing and strong. And he loved her.
"And you for mine. I love you, cyar'ika"
He kissed her again.
"You've been missed." Not just by her, the children had missed him as well. Both had made it clear that they wanted to join their father the next time he left.
"They're playing with their friends, so I get you to myself for a little while."
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He was a formidable figure, before the suit he'd been intimidating but now he towered over people and the entire suit dehumanized him, made him more machine than man.
Imperials scrambled out of his way as he marched towards the interrogation rooms.
Sweeping into the room where the young princess of Alderaan was being held, he expected to find a child cowering at the sight of him, but when he turned he found a girl, ten years old practically boring holes into him with the familiar brown eyes that haunted his dreams.
Padmé's eyes.
Everything about the princess mirrored his late wife, but if her looks weren't enough her Force signature was eerily familiar. It was almost identical to the Force signature he'd once felt coming from the child in Padmé's belly.
He could hardly think straight, did he dare hope, could this be his and Padmé's child?
Bowing, he tried to collect his thoughts and find his voice once again.
"Your Highness."
He couldn’t be serious?
If her assumptions were correct, he was the reason she was here. He was the reason so many people had been killed or hurt. He was the reason she wasn’t home with her mama and baba.
“Let me go. If you’re not going to hurt me let me go home to my mama and baba and Ben! I have seen you hurt people before. You’re a bad person!”
"I'm not -" Some long forgotten shred of Anakin Skywalker reared its head. This was his child. She just didn't know it. He couldn't lose his temper. She'd been hidden from him, and he had a feeling Obi-Wan was to blame for that.
Yet another reason to hate his former Master.
"I'm afraid Ben has lied to you, Princess. He's not a good person. Help me catch him. I'm sure your parents would want you to do the right thing."
Omera ☁️
Julia Jones as Omera in The Mandalorian
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He was a formidable figure, before the suit he'd been intimidating but now he towered over people and the entire suit dehumanized him, made him more machine than man.
Imperials scrambled out of his way as he marched towards the interrogation rooms.
Sweeping into the room where the young princess of Alderaan was being held, he expected to find a child cowering at the sight of him, but when he turned he found a girl, ten years old practically boring holes into him with the familiar brown eyes that haunted his dreams.
Padmé's eyes.
Everything about the princess mirrored his late wife, but if her looks weren't enough her Force signature was eerily familiar. It was almost identical to the Force signature he'd once felt coming from the child in Padmé's belly.
He could hardly think straight, did he dare hope, could this be his and Padmé's child?
Bowing, he tried to collect his thoughts and find his voice once again.
"Your Highness."
She felt strange since she had been taken to this place. There was a weird energy she felt humming under her skin and begging to be let out. Growing up she felt this way whenever she was feeling a very strong emotion. Her mama and baba always brushed it off whenever she tried to explain it to them so she had no idea what it was and how to harness the energy.
The thought of her mama and baba made her sad. She wished she was home with them. But she felt really guilty. It was her fault that she had been taken. It was her fault.
Before she could get too sad and lost in her thoughts the door opened. The energy instantly shifted inside the room and she became angry. Deep down she knew that this entity was the reason she was here.
“You’re the weirdest looking droid I’ve ever seen.”
That wasn't what he was expecting to come out of the ten year old's mouth, especially a potential child of Padmé Amidala. But then again, if this girl was the child he'd thought he had killed along with Padmé, she was his daughter too.
"I'm not a droid, Princess. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."
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He was a formidable figure, before the suit he'd been intimidating but now he towered over people and the entire suit dehumanized him, made him more machine than man.
Imperials scrambled out of his way as he marched towards the interrogation rooms.
Sweeping into the room where the young princess of Alderaan was being held, he expected to find a child cowering at the sight of him, but when he turned he found a girl, ten years old practically boring holes into him with the familiar brown eyes that haunted his dreams.
Padmé's eyes.
Everything about the princess mirrored his late wife, but if her looks weren't enough her Force signature was eerily familiar. It was almost identical to the Force signature he'd once felt coming from the child in Padmé's belly.
He could hardly think straight, did he dare hope, could this be his and Padmé's child?
Bowing, he tried to collect his thoughts and find his voice once again.
"Your Highness."
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julia jones as omera in the mandalorian
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Howzer did feel bad for making the woman's job harder, but he never did like medical, even as a cadet on Komino.
Medical made him uneasy.
"Apologies, Ma'am." He said as he tried to lay still.
"How long do you think I'll be out of commission for?"
She let out a sigh as she shook her head, focusing her attention on her work as she spoke.
" It's fine, I'm sorry for snipping at you-. "
Focus, one stitch at a time, there we go. She can't help but think of back when she started her medical training; how nauseous the sight of someone's hands weaving flesh like a piece of fabric made her feel, look at her now. Almost done-.
" Honestly, you were pretty lucky captain. Once I've got this stitched up and covered up with a bacta patch you should be back on the field in two days, one if your stubborn. You just need a good nights sleep and a day of rest to let the patch do its work and fix what i couldn't. "
Howzer sighed.
It was longer than he wanted it to be, Howzer wanted to do what he was trained to do. Being sidelined by an injury was not ideal to begin with.
"Thank you, Doc. I know you're right, I'm just frustrated."
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She could see it in his body language, helmet on or no, he was exhausted.
Gently placing a hand on his shoulder to let the bounty hunter know she was there, Omera spoke up.
"When was the last time you got a proper night's sleep?" She asked, as kindly as she could.
"I could watch the children for a while, I don't mind."
Din tries to fight back the yawn trying to escape his mouth. His helmet was resting on his lap as he watched the children play together. He's very exhausted after not having a very good sleep the past couple of days.
He turns his head, when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and smiles a bit when he sees her.
"Two. Three days ago. Grogu refuses to sleep in his own bed and then he whines sometimes in his sleep."
He pauses and then nods, placing a hand on hers. "Thank you. I could use some sleep. Wake me if anything goes wrong or something bad happens."
"Nothing is going to happen." She understood his worry, but it never hurt to reassure him. All that was happening was Winta and Grogu were playing. It would be alright.
"Go get some sleep, I'll take care of things here."