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LENA
Lena almost jumped up at the sudden noise. She’d been so engrossed in her inspection she had forgotten to be on the lookout the help she’d been told was on the way. She ducked her head low to avoid hitting it as she emerged from under the ship to address him.
“Yeah, I did. I’m assuming you’re the one they sent out to help me?” Normally she’d have a repair droid to provide assistance, but the base was short staffed thanks to the influx of work that needed attention and her normal droid had short circuited. With that added to her long list of repairs she’d reluctantly put in a request for some help.
“So, what I need you to do is help me get this”,she patted the top the replacement canopy for the cockpit that’d been placed nearby, ”Up on top of that X-Wing and keep it in place while I attach it to the hull. You up for that?”
“That’s me.” Parker had always been rather relaxed- charming and humorous even in his life as a soldier. But after just a few weeks here with normal, unique, living people, he’s learned a few things. How to smile just so, lop-sided and easy. How to properly shake a hand, how to joke, how to laugh. It’s actually quite complicated- but it comes easy to him, and he has no trouble learning. It gives him a sense of new freedom.
“I’m-” PN-1134, his brain supplied. “Parker.” Just Parker. Like the podracer. Just Parker. He offers her a hand, the other awkwardly shoved in his pocket as he listens to her instructions. He has some mechanical experience, but none of it on x-wings, so this should be exciting.
“Yeah, sounds easy enough.” He offers her another grin. “Is it heavy?” He waits for her to position him however she pleases, and thinks to himself that her hair is quite beautiful. Like fire- like the desert sand- like a red flower.
OBI WAN
Five years of solitary exile, of carving some harsh semblance of life amongst the desolate wastes of Tatooine, and this is the man who finds him?
Obi-Wan observes the fallen stranger silently, the hood of his cloak pulled up against the chill slowly sapping the day’s heat from the sand dunes. Tatooine may be unbearably hot during the day, twin suns cruel on the heads of ill-prepared travellers, but at night, temperatures often drop below freezing. If the Tusken Raiders don’t kill this man, then the planet’s ruthless climate most certainly will.
Who is he? A thoughtful hand curls at Obi-Wan’s chin, a gesture from his past he hasn’t quite managed to rid himself of just yet. The stranger’s Force Signatures fluctuates, a purity that bucks wildly against the undeniable darkness that taints it. Obi-Wan hesitates, erring on the side of caution. Find him, and the Empire will find Luke. It is not the Jedi way to kill so mercilessly, but if it means the safety of the boy he has sworn he will protect…
Reaching through the Force, Obi-Wan jolts the man awake as surely as an open-palmed slap to the face.
“Is it a death wish, or pure ignorance alone that brings you here?”
He wakes like his commander kicked him in the face- all at once, gasping, and then coughing as the sand in his throat itched his lungs. He half expects his commander to bark orders at him, scream for him to wake up and get off to morning exercise like always. Or perhaps to report down to hall seven, room four-o-five, for re-education. Again.
Instead he looks up upon a cloaked figure, his face shadowed but clearly bearded, his hand tucked beneath the blonde hairs. His head falls back down against the sand, coughing dryly again. If he were to vomit, he’s sure only dust would come up. But it’s hard to say if this is the worst PN-1134 has ever been in. He’s nearly drowned once- complete opposite of this- but still pretty damn bad.
A deep, smooth voice calls down at him. Irritated, hostile. Answer, his instincts scream, or you will be punished for insubordination.
“I don’t know.” And that’s not a good answer. “I couldn’t...” Couldn’t what, PN-1134? Where’s the kick, the slap, the shock? Shouldn’t he-
PN-1134 passes out from heat stroke, and the world goes dark.
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Ravid woke first, sensitive to something touching his shoulder. His shoulder—usually covered by his jacket to hide his scars—Ravid’s eyes snapped open. He felt panic flood through his stomach like butterflies and it quickly turned to nausea. His freedom had all been a dream, he was back there back under Yoru’s constant control, bound to he will of lecherous and abusive clients. He moved slowly, trying hard not to wake his companion in the hopes of avoiding a beating. Attempting to get free, the sleeping form next to him shifted, turning to face him.
The face he saw reminded him that he was free. More free than he’d been in years, a type of freedom that terrified him. But he wasn’t alone and something about that comforted him despite the insecurity he felt about the current events. “What am I doing?” he asked himself, trying to move out from under Parker’s arm. He didn’t want to leave the warmth, it made him feel safe and he didn’t understand how badly he craved that feeling.
Parker was a notoriously light sleeper. You had to be, when the mission depended on not getting caught, and you’d been running for days with no rest. He can almost imagine the line of the blaster at his cheek- the cold metal his only companion in the dark of a secluded corner. But there’s no armor on his body, no stone under his head, and the gun is replaced by something warm and much larger, softer. He’d cocooned himself around Ravid in the night, both arms crossed over his body to hold him tight and close.
The peace was broken as the form moved. It tugged against his hold and Parker- never one to impose on another’s wishes- sighs out softly and slowly retracts himself. He doesn’t want Ravid to go. He wanted to stay and hold him all morning, enjoy the blood-warm skin just against his chin and under his palms. But if the younger man wants to leave, he very well can. Parker moves and rolls over onto his back, eyes not open, but his breathing obviously disturbed from the slow pattern it had before.
QUI GON
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He thinks, quiet.
“I want to help people.” Because he had killed far too many.
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“Uh- the worst?” Parker is hesitant, and very taken aback. The worst? This guy must be insane. “No thanks- I’m not really that keen to put my life on the line.” Plasma glove? The hell does that mean?
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Sadness expressions of the Zodiac Signs
Aries : Rage, impulsivity and failure to get worked up about the things they normally do, oppositional but with less verve and energy
Taurus : Isolation, binge eating and lethargy, a sense of ‘me against the world’, less patience, easier to enrage
Gemini : Silence, nerves, over thinking, easily distractible and seems ‘elsewhere’; they are fairly intolerable to sadness they tend to detach/dissociate from feelings after a short while
Cancer : Teariness, neediness, isolation, binge eating, crying after insignificant events, stomach aches, a feeling of separation from everyone around them
Leo : Obvious displays of stress, they become like a wound up string and as if they are on the brink of a nervous break down. Short tempered and needy (only around close friends/family) and become martyred
Virgo: Isolation, heightened compulsions (cleaning, washing hands more etc;), unresponsive in conversations, at time blunt and more oppositional Libra : General feeling of instability/moodiness, reduced urge to socialize/be with friends, hopelessness, a feeling of being disliked/rejected by everyone, you can sense them ‘trying’ to be happy and keep composed
Scorpio : Isolation, opposition, hostility and violent mood swings. Intense melancholy with at times delusions and paranoia. Thoughts even scary to them, a sense of ‘me against the world’.
Sagittarius : Lethargy, escapism (substance use etc;), uncharacteristically more serious and tense, less tolerance, feelings of worry when thinking into the future
Capricorn : Demotivation, lethargy, hopelessness, over thinking, they seem tense and ‘overly alert’, hyper vigilant, force themselves to ‘go through the motions’, nothing impresses them
Aquarius : Uneasy, harder to ‘reach’; as if they are far away. Silence, isolation, detachment, even though they try to appear happy. Distracted
Pisces : Teariness, anxiety, isolation, when they feel sadness they tend to feel ‘all at once’, nerves, obsessive/ruminating thinking, remembering everything bad that ever happened to them, crying over insignificant events
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