THE SPARK

GODSPEED -------

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larmadacy‌:

❝   …i’m   sorry   to   ask   for   advice.   i   am.   only…   well,   i   never   really   did   this   at   home,   and   i   don’t   trust   anyone   else’s   opinion   as   much   as   yours.  ❞   rarely   did   larma   falter   in   front   of   amilyn,   her   closest   confidante,   and   yet…

❝   it’s  just..  well.  you  see,  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒  𝐀  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋…  ❞   embarrassment  cut  her  off;  fortunate,  then,  that  a  simple  look  said  it  ALL.

"𝐀...𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋." Well, that didn’t say much. Quite a few girls called the rebellion home. And it didn’t get to the heart of her problem; though as a distinct flush crept up her cheeks, Amilyn was struck with a rare moment of understanding. “I see!” She clapped her hands together. “There’s not one string, but two! You seek a connection.” Love was a thing that excited her, under most circumstances ------- curious, that her smile didn’t come as wide as she might have liked.

“Tell me about this girl, then.”

[lightsparked]

larmadacy‌:

❝  i  mean  we  don’t  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  to  rush.  if  you  can  spare  the  time.  that’s…  rather  sound  advice.  ❞  and,  having  inherited  her  family’s  ‘𝙰𝙲𝚃  𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃’  instincts,  not  advice  larma  was  particularly  familiar  with,  either.

❝  it  should  only  take  a  few  moments,  even  so. ❞  

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰." And even if she didn’t, she would have done her best to make the time. This was one of the precious few Amilyn could call a friend in every sense of the word, after all. 

“What’s on your mind?”

[larmadacy]

❝    ——   can   i   ask   you   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆?    ❞   she   tries   to   hide   the   curiosity   resting   in   tired   eyes,   almost   nervous   in   her   company.   ❝    i’ll   be   quick   !!  ❞ 

open !

[lightsparked]

"𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 --- are you sure you want to rush?” Though she was curious in equal parts, Amilyn couldn’t help but look on with something like concern. 

“You know, strings often get 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 knotted the faster you try to untangle them.” 

[lightsparked]

--- and if it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it // @larmadacy

[larmadacy]

VICE ADMIRAL AMILYN HOLDO and COMMANDER LARMA D’ACY, circa 34 ABY. / @lightsparked

[larmadacy]

@lightsparked​:  “You’re from Warlentta, aren’t you?” Amilyn said, glancing to her new bunk mate with a knowing smile. It was the accent, a basic spoken with neat, clipped consonants, not unlike Coruscant’s. “When is your birthday? I haven’t had the chance to study Warlentta’s signs, but you’d be surprised the similarities from planet to planet.”

𝑺𝑯𝑬     𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻     𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻     𝑻𝑶     𝑩𝑬     𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬.     it     was     childish     of     her,     she     thought,     and     certainly     not     the     sentiments     of     a     rebel,     but     larma     had     been     terrified     by     the     idea     of     isolation     since     her     arrival     at     the     base,     scared     that     any     pause     for     thought     would     leave     her     exposed     to     the     RUIN     which     she     suspected     accompanied     grief.     larma     needed     the     rebellion     far     more     than     the     rebellion     needed     her.     but     there     was     a     belief     in     her     mind,     an     idea     held     since     childhood     of     what     the     alliance     was,     that     was     not     in     any     way     being     matched     by     the     strange-haired     girl     sat     across     from     her.     KRIFF.     if     the     stars     had     ANY     power     at     all,     larma     thought     it     a     very     cruel     trick     of     them     to     give     her     this     girl     as     a     bunk     mate     at     a     time     like     this.     

                             ❝      I     DON’T     THINK     THE     STARS     CAN     TELL     US     ANYTHING.     why     would     we     be     here     trying     to     fight,     if     there’s     some     strange     force     that     knows     whether     or     not     we     win?     ❞     

❝     ──      sorry.     we’re     just…     not     really     brought     up     with     all     that.     ❞     she     had     tried     and     failed     to     briefly     return     the     stranger’s     little     smile     (     though     she     had     at     least     nodded     in     response     to     her     observation     )     before     it     occurred     to     her     that     her     response     had     been     even     a     little     harsh.     fantastic     job,     larma     d’acy.     with     a     gentle     sigh,     she     allowed     a     beat     to     pass     before     shuffling     slightly     along     the     floor,     coming     to     a     stop     and     crossing     her     legs     just     a     slight     distance     away     from     her     bunk     mate.      ❝     …it’s     the     first     day     of     month     seven,     7963.     by     the     galactic     standard     calendar.     AND     I’M     LARMA.     most     people     tend     to     ask     that     first.     ❞

[lightsparked]

“𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋...𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀, we believe nothing in the universe exists in isolation. Not even the stars.” No action came without great care, great consideration, for there was no telling how the consequences might ripple outwards. “The energies around us are in constant flux, but there are certain things that are unchanging, patterns that we can read if we choose to study them.” As reliable as the seasons, their constellations rose year after year, radiating an influence, a cosmic wind, a 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄. Amilyn peered away, quickly running an assessment of her nameday. “That would make you an Oix if you were born on Coruscant. People born under that sign tend to be hardworking and loyal --- though depending on if the system’s fourth body is in retrograde, may have problems communicating.” Her eyes, which until then carried that faraway look of theirs, at last met Larma’s. It was too soon to tell if that analysis carried an ounce of truth ( and if it was wrong, she would chalk it up to the wrong sky ) ; either way, her gaze remained bright at the prospect of finding out. “I don’t think I ever learned much from a name in comparison.”

“...Still, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Larma. I’m Amilyn.” Pausing to fold her own gangly legs beneath her, she settled further into her bunk. “Welcome to the Rebellion. I haven’t been here long myself, but everything I’ve seen is more than I expected.” More than she dared hoped for. Glimpsing the beginning of a small fleet under the leadership of Senator Organa not so many years ago, she had wondered how they could face the might of an Empire, but after Yavin, they stood a chance. She clapped her hands together, smiling. “Isn’t it exciting?”

[larmadacy]

[blythesthetics]

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I’m a Rebel Just For Kicks — Dunez

[anathenma]

those nights - bastille

[lightsparked]

savedsorrow‌:

𝑨     𝑺𝑼𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵     𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻     𝑯𝑼𝑴     𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫     𝑻𝑯𝑬     𝑨𝑰𝑹,     and     at     the     sound     larma     stepped     back,     a     triumphant     grin     resting     in     her     lips     -     overkill,     maybe,     but     technology     never     had     been     her     area     of     expertise     (     small     victories,     eh     ).     perhaps     the     familiarity     was     shameful     -     a     sad     reminder     of     how     little     had     changed     in     the     years     that     had     passed     since     they     were     here     last     -     but     if     there     was     comfort     to     be     found     at     a     time     like     this,     larma     was     certain     that     leia     had     found     them     what     was     possible.     ❝     WHO     INDEED?     ❞     her     voice     became     a     little     lower     in     response,     eyes     resting     just     a     few     moments     longer     on     the     module     (     to     ensure     that     her     success     was     not     short     lived     )     before     the     name     quickly     had     her     turning     her     head.

OF     COURSE.

the     voice     should     have     been     enough,     or     perhaps     the     faint     hint     of     pastel     in     the     corner     of     distracted     eyes,     but     it     had     taken     larma     this     long     -     too     long     -     to     draw     an     old     connection     between     the     woman     at     her     side     and     a     treasured     companion     of     her     teenage     years.     she     might     have     been     embarrassed,     had     she     not     been     filled     with     momentary,     inexplicable     R E L I E F.     war     was     on     the     horizon,     and     they     all     knew     it     by     now,     but     it     was     at     least     bearable     if     it     brought     with     it     reunions     with     dear     friends

❝        amilyn     !     um…     we     were     bunkmates,     back     on     reamma.     larma     d’acy.     criff,     am     i     glad     to     see     you     !!❞

"𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀?" For a moment it was all she could do to stare, mind racing to overlay the image of the woman before her upon the memories of an old friend. She was older ( they both were ) , but with a focused gaze the Vice Admiral saw it now, how her smile was a familiar one that touched her eyes and crinkled her nose. Instantly her demeanor shifted from that of casual affability to genuine warmth, and Amilyn pulled her forward into an embrace. “Stars, I hardly recognized you! It’s been so long!” Too long, she was ashamed to admit. 

Though she drew away soon enough, she allowed her hands to linger on the crisp sleeves of Larma’s uniform. Ever the impeccable soldier. “Let me guess. Leia got a hold of you, too...?”  What little their fledgling resistance had amassed was thanks to the General, and personnel, she imagined, were no different; who could forget the contributions of Princess Leia Organa, so vital to eliminating the Empire all those years ago? Who could refuse her?

“It really is good to see you again.” Conflict may have loomed on the horizon, but here was a flash of light through the clouds, 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘. How strange that it should take this to bring them together again. Eager to fill in the years, Amilyn asked, “So have you been on Warlentta, then?”

[secondsister-a]

Who was your master, Padawan? Someone I killed, perhaps? What Jedi gave their life, so that you might live? 

[lightsparked]

Hello, Sylvie said you're her friend so I feel obligated to mention that I think your take on Amilyn is spot on. Carry on with your superb work and have a nice day.

THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU??????

[myrcella]

[cosmos-kitty]

Starry Doodle #9 - First one of the year, trying out a new watercolour set 💜✨

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Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker Sentences // ACCEPTING     ↳ @starsresisted​ said: “It’s going to be great.”

"𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄," she said, pausing to flash her bunk-mate a grateful smile. Joining the Rebellion had presented a myriad of new challenges, but with them, equal opportunities to learn: marksmanship, piloting, survival skills beyond what pathfinding had taught her, and even a bit of droid repair. It was how she came to possess a broken down astromech, positioned on the floor between herself and Larma.  Everything seemed to be in order; she checked and double checked the schematics ( even though her parts weren’t exact matches, and some of the wiring might have been more or less improvised ). Still ------- she had a good feeling about this. “Here goes nothing.” Without further ado, Amilyn initiated the start-up process and sat back to watch the droid come to life. 

One by one the lights flickered into existence. R2-S4 sat back, giving them a cheery whistle. It’s dome turned left, right, then paused suddenly, as if stuck. Frowning now, she waited for it to run its own diagnostics, trusting that it could overcome the problem itself. Yet just as she was about to lean forward, the droid released a high pitched screech, dome whirling as it rocked back and forth. Amilyn started, leaping forward to cut the power before it could injure itself or them. In the ensuing silence she exchanged a glance with Larma, enthusiasm and smile undaunted. 

“...It seems I still have much to learn.”

[iinmortales-archive]

          ‘ admiral. ‘ despite exegol, or perhaps because of it, she still didn’t feel part of the resistance. there was little left to do now, just taking care of the last remnants of the first order. but leia was gone. master skywalker was gone. ben– ‘ admiral, please give me something to do. ‘ jedi general. that was the title she was given. the only one of her kind in the resistance, in what would become the new republic. alone. apart from from the others. ‘ an assignment, a task. please. ‘ 

@lightsparked​

[lightsparked]

THERE SCARCELY CAME A MOMENT TO BREATHE since the fall of the Emperor and all that he dredged up with him from the past. The Final Order would never leave Exegol, they’d seen to that much; yet the First Order’s fleet remained, scattered among stars without any real semblance of leadership. Easy pickings ------- or they might be, if they had leadership of their own to speak of. While the Core Worlds grappled to construct a New Republic from the ashes, they were the ones tasked with sweeping away the lingering shadows, shining light into every corner of the galaxy. All that could wait, though, for the one they had to thank for their success.

“...One of our ships is leaving for Ryloth tomorrow. I can put you on it, but it’s just a relief mission.” Her eyes flickered upwards, leaving the words unsaid. No action. Amilyn paused then, recalling the days after their first rebellion. Luke had left them in search of Jedi temples, texts, artifacts, anything that might help in rebuilding the order. Not that she expected Rey to follow his footsteps exactly, but it seemed she didn’t yet have direction. And so the Admiral gently prompted, “Why don’t you tell me what you want to do? Maybe I can find something better suited to your goals.”

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How do we feel about this one lads