umbraya erze.

𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴    ⅋    𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯 ,      𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦    𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦    𝘵𝘩𝘦    𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬      [ ... ]      𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚    𝙞𝙨    𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮    𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙

[pathoflogic]

nu-canon inquisitors are all well & good as jedi hunters but i’m thinking about legends inquisitors acting as intelligence operatives & political agents, slowly taking positions of power away from non-force sensitives 

[pathoflogic]

i think the stupidest thing in trilla’s tag, besides all the caltrilla shippers, is that 1k+ note meta someone wrote on how trilla was never a warrior (outside the limited confines of a friendly jedi duel despite the fact that every time you fight trilla in-game, both parties attack with the intent to kill & she overpowers + outsmarts cal three separate times) because they judged her blaster bolt deflection to be sloppy in a single gif of her advancing on a feeling starship while being shot at by her former master after she already nonchalantly dodged a few bolts by slightly moving out of the way & then she propels herself onto the ship to pilot it using the force without even caring about blaster fire

[maraelia]

green eyes are shadowed beneath a harsh brow,  her slight & unassuming figure nestled in the furthest corner of the cantina as she catches sight of a seeming straggler.   ❝  i don’t like being followed.  ❞

@pathoflogic

[pathoflogic]

the shadow of the inquisitorius is cast even here,  dark threads that tangle themselves though mere whispers on the outer rim .  clean credits changing hands with lowlifes all for a finger on the emperor’s hand & the fourth sister is careful not to allow her cape to accumulate too much dust .  there are two dozen pairs of eyes on her the second she sets foot inside & only one whose attention she reciprocates,  peering past the red slits of her helmet & letting grime stain the soles of her boots as she steps forward .  “  then you shouldn’t have left a trail .  would say you’re getting careless,  but we have the advantage .  ”

[shesnake]

Lucy Liu in Elementary season 6 episode 21 “Whatever Remains, However Improbable” (2018) dir. Christine Moore

[scrapjedi-deactivated20220525]

     having trilla aboard the mantis is a strange experience,  to say the least.  cal had sensed the shift in mood the moment the former inquisitor had joined their vessel:  from unease in cere and greez to genuine curiosity in merrin,  it was clear that everyone,  himself included,  shared feelings of uncertainty towards their new passenger.

      today,  however,  he finally decides to start small talk between himself and trilla.  although he can’t blame the others for it,  having a lively discussion all into silence every time she enters the room is far more awkward than he’s comfortable with.

      ❛   ―  mind if i sit here  ?  ❜   he nervously asks her,  making his way over to the seat besides greez’s terrarium once his shipmates wander off into cockpit.  part of him wonders if she can sense his uneasiness through the force,  but he quickly pushes the thought out of his mind.  ❛  seems like you could use the company.  ❜

@pathoflogic

[pathoflogic]

she can feel their doubt,  sense it,  reach out & touch it as it hangs in the air like barbed wire from the ceiling,  scratching at her skin .  small wounds she covers with her arms & others hidden beneath bandages,  singed flesh where a lightsaber scorched through armour that stings when touched & disallows her much sleep .

trilla is a shadow of an inquisitor’s former glory & would this small ship allow her a private moment perhaps she would weep,  even feel sorry for herself,  but weakness hurts in a way these wounds can not & her body recoils instinctively as cal pierces through her bubble,  a small space in the corner of the bunk bed she has made her own,  legs close to her chest & hands on her shoulders,  carefully positioned so skin does not touch skin .

her first response is a scowl,  lips twisted & rancour that manifests as a murmur,  head turning from shadows on the wall & her eyes looking at her uninvited guest .  “  go on  ―  i’m in no position to stop you,  you’ve made sure of that .  ”

[pathoflogic]

made kerillian in baldur’s gate

[pathoflogic]

i joke a lot about trillademption, mostly cause i’ve enjoyed star wars long enough to have suffered (greatly) through reylo/bendemption and such, but in actuality while there’s a clear path for trilla to walk in a direction opposite the empire (paved by cere and ripped from her sight at darth vader’s hand), i doubt it would lead her in any direction even vaguely resembling your standard, almost trivialised “ redemption arc ” (force ghost han solo isn’t gonna be there for trilla to tell her to be good now, PepeHands). the disillusionment with the jedi order which the inquisitorious preyed upon to turn trilla wouldn’t wash away, only bolstered by the guilt that envelops her (being allowed to feel remorse once the inquisitor programming [COMING SOON] subsides), any comfort found in cere’s company as a semblance of a forgotten past would wash away in anger at her betrayal. 

she would choose to actively negate any effort to bring her back to the light purely out of spite, because it would be just that, her choice to plant herself in this haze where she is of no use to anyone but herself, defiantly alive but without purpose or reason. finally allowed freedoms she never really had and not knowing what to do with it.

[tesb]

You bleed like all the others.

[sithstolen-a-deactivated2021042]

    “    i don’t even recognize your face.    ”

                  @pathoflogic​     /       starter call.     /       black out days,   phantogram.

[pathoflogic]

a  stray  thought  does  occur  in  a  short ,  reactionary  pause .  the  air  is  dense  &  uncertain ,  damp  with  the  thousand  words  exchanged  between  the  crew  of  this  imperial  cruiser .  there  should  be  more  said  beyond  a  simple  observation .  some  lost ,  hidden  meaning  in  this  acquaintance ,  a  recollection  of  someone  she  is  no  longer .  would  an  inquisitor’s  purpose  be  allowed  to  stray ,  regress  to  an  earlier  state ,  she  imagines  her  reaction  to  be  something  other  than  hollow  amusement ,    “    unsurprising .    ”    lips  twist  in  an  uneven  grin ,  the  knowledge  of  absence  souring  what  would  otherwise  be  a  quick  dismissal .  the  past  is  of  little  use .    “    you  shouldn’t  have  kept  much  of  anything .    ”    it  is  a  mere  tool  of  their  hunt ,  a  hurt  that  must  only  weaken  prey .

“    i  haven’t .    ”    a  lie ,  in  characteristic  treachery .    “    why  should  we ?    ”

[pathoflogic]

* ◦    ❝    «     aldereign​ .

❝    so  you  don’t   want   to  know  what  i’m   doing   here?  ❞    leia  retorts.  it’s   childish  for  her  to  be  so  bold,  but  she  cannot  help  her  anger.  she  cannot  help  the  nudge  to  push  further.   she  takes  a  defiant  step  forward,  never  one   to   cower.  when  she  was  young,  the  princess  imagined  what  it  would  be  like  to  work  alongside   her  father.  for  peace.   for  the  future.   now,  all  she  remembers  is   a  destroyed  home   and   a   burning  hatred  for  the   empire.  her  passionate  hatred   gives  her  the   strength   face  opposite   such  an  adversary.   all  leia  has  a  blaster,  and  she’s  increasingly   aware  of  how   poor  this   situation  has  turned  for  her.   but  she  won’t  admit  that,  instead  tightening  her   grip   and  clenching  her  teeth.  her  friends  will  retrieve  what  they  need  and  then  they’ll  escape.  that’s  all  that  matters.  ❝   your  tactics  won’t  work  on  me.  i’m  not  afraid  of  any  of  you.  ❞

“    ———  aren’t  you ?    ”    head  tilts .  a  surprise  manufactured ,  to  strike  fear  in  the  heart  of  someone  who  witnessed  their  world  dying  in  but  a  flash  was  a  feat  that ,  perhaps ,  was  beyond  their  present  circumstance .  given  time ,  proper  tools ,  more  certainty  to  their  acquaintance ,  the  second  sister  is  sure  she  would  have  terror .  so  desperately  craved  from  the  subjects  of  her  manipulation .  she  can  only  play  to  confidence ,  thread  along  mutual  underestimation  &  reach  out ,    “    how  fascinating .    ”    grasping  tightly  around  the  only  aspect  shared ,  the  single  feeling  they  both  understand  more  than  anything  in  this  world ,  hatred .  twisted  in  a  million  different  permutations ,  anger  as  fuel  to  burn  everything  else  inside  you .  her  free  hand  moves  upward  &  through  the  force ,  pulls  leia’s  blaster  away .    “    but  rather  foolish ,  in  the  end .    ”

[pathoflogic]

need to consider/plot out some things before i fully commit to the ship but i imagine trilla & nightsister merrin follows this aesthetic

[pathoflogic]

it’s so stupid to suggest cal would ever facilitate trilla’s pull away from the dark side when cere was her jedi master, the person with whom she shares a connection dating back to her time as a padawan & the only one who was truly able to get through to her, even if it was in her final moments

[collinnmckinley]

Eris Morn in Destiny 2- Beyond Light Reveal Trailer.

[obiwankenobies]

Good morning Trilla stans and Trilla stans only 😘

[pathoflogic]

* ◦    ❝    «     aldereign​ .

SHE   IGNORES   THE   FEAR   IN  HER   CHEST   no   matter  that  she  is  the  last,   they  will   still  prevail.  leia  is   vaguely   aware  of  an  escape   plan,  but  in   moments  like  this,  anger  bubbles   over   logic.   the   smug   nature  of  the  other   sets   something   off,   a   resentment   and   warning.   (   how   many   times  has  the   princess    ended  up   in  this  predicament?   too   many  to  count.   )     leia   knows  the  importance  of  getting   their   cargo  even   if  they   have   to   wait.    ❝   you  can  tell   the  emperor  yourself  that  i’d  rather  be  burned  in  the  cosmos  than  tell  you  what  we’re  doing   here.   ❞    

stubborn  &  sarcastic ,  that  fine  line  of  anger  that  subsides  just  beneath  her  worn  exterior ,  all  just  details  as  playthings  for  an  inquisitor .  fitting  the  profile  which  survived  as  imperial  record  from  a  certain  IT-O  interrogator  unit .  knowing  your  enemy  is  how  the  war  is  won  &  much  like  the  rebellion  pillages  the  empire’s  secrets ,  so  too  does  the  second  sister  peer  into  the  hearts  of  every  dissident .  they  are  all  precarious  creatures ,  more  confident  now  with  a  single  victory  to  their  name  &  still  trembling  beneath  the  empire’s  might .    “    whether  you  tell  me  or  not  is  of  no  consequence  to  me .    ”    guess  work  could  fill  in  that  gap  in  knowledge  rather  easily ,  all  rebel  scum  scurry  towards  the  same  goal ,  it  needn’t  explanation .  the  second  sister  readies  her  blade ,  drowning  her  edges  in  vibrant  red .  an  intimidation  tactic ,  if  nothing  else .  would  she  speak  honestly ,  curiosity  does  fail  her  even  now  &  she  would  like  to  know  the  answer ,  hear  it  spoken  from  the  princess’  mouth .

“    although  it  might  earn  you  a  head  start .    ”

[pathoflogic]

i’m a star war fan & love star war but whenever the rat announces new star war this clip starts playing in my head repeatedly as i come to terms with the current state of the entertainment industry

[pathoflogic]

* ◦    ❝    «     @glorywaited​ .     sc .

“    glaikit  mayflies !    ”    the  familiar  scorn  which  cuts  though  the  air  is  something  only  ever  reserved  for  humans .  so  foolish ,  so  stubborn .  ready  &  willing  to  gamble  with  their  short  lives  against  odds  they  know  are  stacked  against  them .    “    always  putting  yourself  in  the  path  o’  danger  &  for  what ?    ”    were  kerillian  not  a  hero  fending  off  the  hordes  of  clan  fester ,  a  reputation  to  maintain  among  the  few  that  survive  to  see  her  triumphs ,  she’d  have  half  a  mind  to  leave  the  woman  to  her  fate .  it  was  a  dangerous  proposition ,  caring  for  what  little  remains  in  the  wake  of  the  vermintide .  though  in  her  exile  kerillian  swore  off  attachment ,  lest  it  be  ripped  from  her  grasp  like  athel  loren ,  she  finds  herself  wanting .

a  saviour ,  if  nothing  else ,  is  a  better  thing  to  be  than  a  coward .

sarcastic  anger ,  the  incessant  complaining  that  she  cannot  subside ,  it  was  an  admission  of  confidence  in  their  now  assured  survival .    “    y’still  need  a  good  elven  archer  to  kill  the  big  scary  ratmen  for  you !    ”    &  to  drag  you  into  the  shadows ,  outside  the  view  of  invading  skaven ,  for  just  momentary  respite .    “    were  you  thinkin’  you  could  negotiate  with  them ?    ”