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THE ROAD I WALK IS PAVED IN GOLD, TO GLORIFY MY PLATINUM SOUL. SOUL. SOUL. ind. hondo ohnaka written by raja

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     Like this for a small starter from an old bag of bones?      You know you wanna.

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Inhaling deeply, “Only if your information is reliable, Hondo..” Ahsoka couldn’t believe she was even agreeing to this.

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     “Ahhhhhhhhsoka, come, come, come! Since when have I given      you reason to think me unreliable? Truly, I’m hurt! What a       horrible accusation.”

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“Well—- I’ve never been one for words—-   but I am always up for a lil’ droid busting.   So how ‘bout we skip the wishing and get   straight to how we can rig this place to blow   sky high. There has to be enough fuel n’   booze to make it rain droids.” 

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     The pirate comes to question how this one got into the       stronghold to begin with-- perhaps a lay of one of his      crewmates, or a business partner he’s all but forgotten      about. Regardless of who she was, what was for certain      was that her bravado has earned a brownie point in his      books.

     “Tempting! But, my dear, it would simply be too expensive      so just, eugh, you know-- blow my refinery. Still-- perhaps      if we can maybe make this, ‘raining droids’ idea a bit more      fun-sized, I’d be willing to give an ear to listen.”

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     guess who’s back-- back again

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                      ALL MY FRIENDS WERE GLORIOUS

                         TONIGHT WE ARE VICTORIOUS

                         ind. & semi-selective almighty tallest of IZ                                     as written by steph and raja

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     Hello I am not dead I just had a REALLY strenuous past week or      so-- going to periodically be whittling threads/replies down over the      weekend so I’ll see you guys then!

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Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

[hiranishala]

“Yes,” her voice was soft, timid. It sounded like a bad lie, but once again, it was true. She licked her dry lips, eyes darting about the pirate’s den, before slipping back down to watch her boots tread across the floor. She keeps her pace quick, double-timing to keep up with the longer legs of her only semblance of safety in this wasp’s nest.

“My master wanted me to be talented,” Hirani murmured, “So he had me classically trained. The slaves from Neb Trys are the best in the galaxy. After all.”

She made herself more uncomfortable than the pirate did, if she was totally honest. How easily she slipped back into her old role, something she was (by all accounts) born to be, obedient and meek and ready to serve. It sent a shiver of revulsion through her. Where would she be if she hadn’t been a Jedi?

“I would…. Assume that maybe…. My luck was actually turning around,” she ventured, making sure he knew she was subservient but not stupid, “Not having to go back to him. He hasn’t seen much of me since I was very little, and I’ve…. Grown a lot since then. But…. You’re pirates. I can’t expect my fate to be much better here, can I?”

At least he seemed interested enough in her to keep his men off, at least until he decided what to do. She could fight a few people off at once, her Jedi training had made her more than proficient at fighting multiple opponents, but even with her skills, there was no way for her to take all of them. She had to be strategic.

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     “Now, now, there’s no need for assumptions as a guest in my      stronghold, hmm? I may be a pirate, but I’m hardly a cruel man,      if anything, reasonable.” He retorts, looking to the lithe form of      the twi’lek to give a long, hard look. There’s something off about      her, mannerisms often dart in and out, coy with words one moment,      feigning a meek, shy tone the other. He knows this tactic, he often      employs it himself, and so it’s then he opts to allow the Lethan safety      in his presence. He isn’t so fool hardy to jump another without taking      into consideration the risks, he’s more than learned his lessons with      an assortment of others before, namely, sith lords.

     “We have a dance-off in the dining hall sometimes. Though, hah! I       doubt they are anywhere near as skilled as you my dear....--” He       stops now, palm smacking on his forehead as he turns on his heel      to face her, chuckling all the while.

     “Look at me, ushering you in and I don’t even have a name. Shame       on me, yes? Please, my dear, your name?”

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〔 ❋ 〕— ❝ Whatever you’re looking for, it will be given to you                       through diplomatic and law-enforced methods.                       Don’t think I don’t know what PIRATES are capable of doing. ❞

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     The pirate gasps, a hand poised atop his chest in a dramatic      display that’s supposed to be shock, but, well, is hardly genuine.

     “Whaaat? Oh, to assume I am here to just, pillage and raid your      small--not-to-impressive--vessel like some, some animal? Miss      Duchess, I dare say you’ve hurt this old man’s feelings. I come      here to do a simple trade, and you in turn insult me? I thought       the people of Mandalore were supposed to be about peace, and      eugh, fair trial, or something. Regardless! I’m offended.”

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STEAL.

      From Dooku.

               Already her hands are on her lightsabers again, itching                to  activate  the  blades  and  remove his head from his                shoulders.   The AUDACITY of the man,   asking her to                betray her own Master.   She wants the  holocron,   yes–                but she isn’t about to throw herself into a sarlacc  pit  to                get it.

                         “You’ve got a lot of NERVE, Ohnaka.”  She knows that he’s                           baiting her,   and she’s not about to let him get away with it                           so easily.  She catches up with him in a heartbeat,  placing                           herself squarely between him and the door. FORCING him                           to look her in the eye.

              “Just  because  I’m  a Sith doesn’t make stealing from               one any less  DEADLY.”   And maybe there’s a hint of               unspoken  desperation  in  her  words:   no,   not  that.               Anything but that.  Desperation isn’t her style–  in fact,               it’s an emotion that she actively works to AVOID– but               in the span of a few seconds he’s managed to put her               in an incredibly awkward position.

                         She can’t leave here without that holocron. Nor                          can she steal from her Master without getting fried.

“I’ll compensate you for the price of the ship– pay it off MYSELF. I’ll work if I have to. You can always use more muscle and a Sith is a valuable weapon in your arsenal.”  Every  word  feels  like  a thorn on her tongue, and it very nearly strangles her to offer her- -self up as compensation– but she hasn’t got much in the way of alternatives.

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     “I thought you ‘sith’ were all about climbing up your little ‘evil’      job ladder. I guess you aren’t as impressively scary as I thought,      all laser sword, no bite. Still...”

     Eyes are on her now, boring a ravenous, hungry gleam in dusty      gray optics. He is aware of the risk he’s taking on by allowing a       war criminal, infamous both by republic, and neutral aligned       systems alike, and he notes it could very well blow up in his face      in a moments notice. Of course, the Weequay is not a man who      plays it safe, and while the risk is great, the chance for a rather      enchanting reward payout, is even greater. It’s her ties to the       Separatist army that means access to planets with spice mining      companies, all which can be obtained through ‘encouraging’ force      without him lifting a finger. She wouldn’t have to use his name, and      nor her to her-- all anonymous gain from both parties.

     “I tell you what, you give me first half of spice increment, and I will      give you the tome we took along with the Holocron. Then, in a few      weeks time, get me the other portion, and I will bid farewell to the      Holocron. Now, of course...I am a man of my word, I’m only hoping      that since you can’t muster the backbone to take from your own,       that taking from others shouldn’t be an issue, if it is?” He brushes      his braids off his shoulder, smiling down at the woman, rocking on       his heels.

     “Well, I’d be less than impressed. Oh! And, please, for the sake of      good business, don’t think about bringing any of your friends to       Florrum, Mm? It would be a shame if your little witchy box was to      be destroyed-- or worse, perhaps traded for amnesty to the hands      of the Republic? Yes, most shameful indeed.”

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   “…”

He walks the other way.

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     “Oh, I see, apparently this system doesn’t know of ‘manner’s      and etiquette when greeting a guest. Honestly-- no decency!”

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“You know I’m not really supposed to do that, Hondo. I’m supposed to report you for this.” But he knew that, that’s why he was trying to talk his way out of it. She shook her head at him. “I can’t.”

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     “Oh, but what if perhaps I could change your mind by telling you      about a little confederacy skirmish in the making? I can let you know      all the little dirty details, of course, such information should      be rewarded yes? I think it is only fair.”

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     He can hear it in her voice, in the way that she strokes her own      lekku, and the sultry gaze she has him trapped in while looking      at him, waiting on his move with baited breath. He doesn’t say      anything when she degrades herself, only eases in soft ample      touches, massaging her hips, hands sliding over the tops of toned,      athletic legs, until thumbs trace an invisible trail up to the apex       of her inner thighs. The pirate hums, fingertips dancing along the      band of her pants, tugging them just a bit before he finally pinches      the zipper, working to get all the way down, to be rewarded with      a sight that would undoubtly quench the hunger that begins to grow      in more than just his gut.

     He’s eager, and willing-- Jade is after all, one of the most endearing      women he’s ever come to know, and he wonders in and out as the      days go by, just how she tastes--

     “BRAAAAAAWWWWWWWWK!”

     “--What the--” Hondo asks, though with little room to respond as in      and instant, the pet bird-monkey is slamming into the back of his      skull, hard enough that pain registers, and more or less? kills his       interest all together. He grunts, yells as he struggles to get the small      pet off his head before tossing him onto the bed, only to watch Pilf       scramble in the direction of the window, and with his men all now       crowding around, jeering for the captain below. He picks up the words      ‘successful’, ‘raid’, and ‘fortune’ all at the same time, and in and instant,      he’s easily ready to switch gears, even if at the expense of the Twi’lek.

     “...Well than! It looks like you’re going to have to wait a little longer my      dear.” He chuckles, giving a selfish, cruel pat to the top of her knees       before shifting off, and into a stand, fixing his clothes proper.

     “We tried.”

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ᴬᴬHAAAᴴᴬHAᴴᴬHAᴴᴬᴬ!

     this is not my beautiful crew     this is not my beautiful pilf–

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     Going to try and finish my drafts before I go to the gym so      stayed tuned and whatnot

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❝Don’t you let me lie here and die here.❞

the civil wars sentence prompts | accepting

     “Come now, enough with the dramatics, it doesn’t suit you.     Let me assure you that you’ll be taken care of safe and sound.     My men might not be doctors on oh-so-wonderful Coruscant,     but there’s a reason we’re still around. Now, just let them take     you into the compound, and we’ll discuss the outstanding debt     you now owe Hondo Ohnaka for saving your life– a rather      profitable one at that.”

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