Who's There?

Milla Thame || 22 || Dishwasher aboard the Bright Horizon || Ready for takeoff || Explorer, troublecauser, blissfully unaware of current events

[galacticmilla]

“ your secrets are safe with my indifference. “

- from thaya ( @executivs )

"Okay, well what if my secrets included the absolute best place in the galaxy to get bread?" she offered, because clearly The human was kidding, and so Milla was too. right? nobody said stuff like that and meant it

[xkyberheart]

@galacticmilla said: ❛ you wanna see how hardcore i am? *punches wall*… take me to the hospital . ❜

           jyn had been watching the scene unfold with an amused look on her face. she had not known milla for long but in their brief interactions jyn had found herself immediately liking the curious nature of the other girl. and with time jyn had discovered that milla really had no problem letting trouble find her, as it had just happened. jyn left her place where she was leaning against a column and made her way to milla.

        ❝that looked bad❞ jyn said wincing as if she had been the one hitting the wall, ❝give me your hand, let’s see if we need to seek some proper medical attention❞ jyn was in no way a certified medic, but she had dealt with her fair share of injuries with the partisans, and of course picking up some new things when she decided to stay with the new republic. 

[galacticmilla]

“yeah.” she nodded, looking at her now bleeding knuckles. that had very deeply not been the smartest decision she had ever made. it wasn’t the dumbest, to be sure, but it wasn’t the smartest. “I don’t think anything’s broken?” she asked more than said, moving her fingers around. yeah, it just hurt. ouch. “that’s probably smart.” she wheeled closer to jyn, letting her take her hand when they were close enough. “I’m still hardcore. for the record.”

[galacticmilla]

kryzeofmandalore​:

   Korkie smiled, the nickname was a little…..odd considering how many Mandalorians there were in the galaxy. Still it was sorta enduring? Offering the other his hand, “My name is Korkie, by the way. It’s nie to meet you…..?” Although he chuckled when she mentioned her mother and the comms not working, he imagined that must have been a common problem, partly even before comms went down. “Yeah, they aren’t up to what they used to be, but they work somewhat. You just have to hope the person you’re trying to reach is on a world where they still have comms.” 

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“Mom and me are always on the same planet. just not always... you know. side by side.” she nodded, smiling. “nice to meet you. I’m milla.” had she mentioned that already? maybe. it wasn’t like it was a secret or anything.

[galacticmilla]

📜 ( from zaeda! )

Zaeda: Milla and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Milla, excited: Sentences!!! Zaeda: Don't interrupt me.

[galacticmilla]

for malak ! 📜

milla: hey wanna see pics of my dog Malak: what? Milla: *shows pictures anyway*

[galacticmilla]

📜

Milla: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut... Jaster: You would eat yourself? Milla: I wouldn’t even question it.

[galacticmilla]

(from paz)- “You’ve got to make a statement. You’ve got to look inside yourself and say: 'what am I willing to put up with today?’“

She looked at the human, confused. "you didn't cut me or anything. I saw you coming. you can go in front. that's a choice." she scooted herself back, letting the human take the spot in front of her. it wasn't like one person was going to change the ammount of tip yip at the stand anyway.

[galacticmilla]

📜 - kanan

Milla: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. Kanan: Oh, you’ve been? Milla: Once. In Monopoly.

[galacticmilla]

“Confidence is quiet. You’re not.”

She looked up, offended, because she'd just offered an "I'm confident!" and the Chiss had shot her down quick and easy. it was annoying how kind of right the dismissal was, and she scoffed and stewed quietly, before simply pulling out her map and writing on the back look how quiet I'm being, then. she held it up, instead of passing it over. her mom would kill her if she gave away another map.

[galacticmilla]

zaedas​:

zaeda rolled her eyes, turning to walk away from the girl’s quipped response. she must have been sheltered – such a simple response, true but lacking nuance. not that zaeda was in any place to judge. they were rarely nuanced in their opinions about anything. she hesitated and stopped, turning back around to face milla, unable to help herself. “i hate most planets,” zaeda said, “and most things. nothing personal.” well, that was a lie. with hosnian prime, it was very personal. she looked down at milla’s outstretched hand – how long had it been since she had such a civil exchange with someone? but old habits die hard, so instead of shaking milla’s hand, they nodded. “zaeda.”

“I don’t.” she offered, not that Zaeda had asked. more that this was getting awkward, and the words bubbled over her lips before she could really filter them properly. she wasn’t known for having the best filter in good times, and this was just an awkward one. “nice to meet you zaeda. is there anything you do like? I like oranges.” it was a weird thing to pick, but it was the first thing in her mind. and her filter was low.

[galacticmilla]

dcfne​:

❝ totally up to you. it’s all good! i can tell you don’t experience stuff like this very often. most don’t, actually, now that i think of it. this is a weird situation. but! there’s no need to fear, i’ll stay right in this little crate and i’ll keep my mouth shut. once we land, i’ll be out of your hair. ❞ she’d find a way to repay her somehow.

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“Okay. Be safe.” she offered, unsure of what else to say. and with that, she turned and left the room, unsure of herself and what she’d seen, but definitely freaking out just a little bit.

[galacticmilla]

jedisensitive​:

rey was taken aback by the sudden company, and an old instinct of going on the defense almost kicked in – but the voice that greeted her was soft, kind. it was strange to think about how rare that had once been for rey – on jakku, she was lucky to go a day without being hit, scolded, or otherwise spoken down to. now, free of those binds, among people of a like mind who believed in her, saw her as a person rather than a resource… she was slowly growing accustomed to the sound of kindness.

“beautiful,” rey agreed, and almost laughed. “where i grew up, this kind of greenery… even the stories people told didn’t dare go as far as to suggest this kind of place existed.” she shook her head, not allowing herself to feel saddened by the thought. things were hard enough as is without letting thoughts of the past wear her down further. she smiled. “i’m rey.”

Milla looked out across the the beautiful landscape, nodding a little bit. “sand planet or ship?” she asked, flexing her neck. “I’m a ship girl, and... yeah.” Not to the same extent as people from sand planets or the like, of course, but... there had been days when she’d dreamed of fresh air, open spaces, lush greenery.

“nice to meet you, rey. what brings you to big-grassy-hill? the view is totally a fair answer, too.”

[galacticmilla]

zaedas​:

to zaeda, the hanging gardens of hosnian prime was its only redeeming factor. the planet was another coruscant but smaller, and still, she hated it more. whenever they set foot on its surface, it didn’t feel like home, it felt like a prison. like a place she could never escape, no matter how far out of its orbit she traveled. and their feeling was right, apparently, because they were back. again. sure, this time they were smuggling, but what difference did it make? she’d always end up back.

 zaeda heard it had been destroyed once. 

perhaps the trip to the hanging gardens had been an attempt to feel something other than confused contempt about her home planet. perhaps. but the question posed to them by a stranger stirred disgust in the pit of zaeda’s stomach, and they knew even the willows couldn’t help. “hosnian fucking prime.” it was half an answer, half a grumble. “core planet my ass.”

“well, it is a core planet.” Milla answered, not even needing to locate it on a map. Milla knew the names and locations of at least the core worlds, even if she needed to be told which one she was on. she folded it up, carefully, and held out a hand to Zaeda. “I’m milla. do you hate hosnian prime?”

[galacticmilla]

@forceordered​

“so how long are you docked for?” Milla was enjoying a puzzle in the shadow of the thane’s ship, but she saw a smuggling ship coming in to dock beside them and called out when a person emerged. “unless you’re not allowed to say.” she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say. not like she knew.

[galacticmilla]

@call-me-spectre-five​

“hey. weird question. can you pass me that wrench?” it was just out of her reach, and she needed to grab it so she could fix her wheel, which was clearly slightly jammed. this happened sometimes, it was an easy tweak, but to get within grabbing distance of the wrench she needed a working wheel, so she’d been sitting just out of arm’s reach of the wrench for nearly half a standard hour. “please?”

[galacticmilla]

@chaotickylia​

“that’s not real, is it?” Milla was pretty sure it was an impolite way to ask, but she’d been standing behind the woman in line for about ten minutes, waiting in line at a checkout counter. and she’d been eye-level with the light saber on the woman’s waist the entire time, so eventually she had to ask, and it came bubbling out before she could hold it in. “I mean... Is it?”

[galacticmilla]

@spectreoflasan​

“so on a scale of one to ten-” she started, looking at the Lasat beside her at the counter. cantinas were always a little wild, and she always tried to stick near a non-human who looked like they could kill her if they wanted, but probably wouldn’t. “how much do you want to bet those two are pulling blasters on each other before I leave?” she was mostly betting for good nature’s sake, but they did look a bit feisty.