#alliance:start

[htormak-blog]

“So this is RAYDONIA.” His words are pensive, almost forced. He never expected to actually miss D’Qar — home is where your boots rest, he recalls hearing more than once. He shifts his weight onto his uninjured leg and offers something of a shrug. “Better’n being stuck in the blasted medbay, regardless.”

[fynock-blog]

Fynock was a pilot.

And a good pilot, at that. At least, he thought he was before now.

After all, whatt kind of quality pilot jets off into space on a course for D’Qar and winds up landing among a clearing of trees in the forest of — Fynock glanced back to the map displayed on the gridded screen of his refurbished V-wing—

Raydonia?

And what kind of quality pilot doesn’t even know what planet he lands on?

Fynock sighed, grumbled an intelligible slew of garbled curses. He had been positive, absolutely positive, that he had set a course for D’Qar. If he took the time to rifle through the scraps of paper he considered to be his written “logbook” — if he clicked through his nav systems to find his previously recorded coordinates — he would find that he had, in fact, sped through space with D’Qar in his sights. Yet, here he was. And while he couldn’t quite explain why, Fynock had a strong feeling this was exactly where he needed to be. Even if the Resistance — so he was told from friends of friends and their sources’ sources — was located on D’Qar.

Even if he had no clue where he was.

The mid-afternoon air was thicker here than it was on Lothal, and quieter, too. Fynock strained his ears, but couldn’t even detect the faint chirpings of crickbeets.

Are crickbeets even native to this place?

He didn’t know. Not that it mattered much, because, from behind him, Fynock heard a heavy snapping sound, like boots splintering a small twig. His blaster was in his hand, his body whipping around to pinpoint the noise and draw its source into focus, but all he saw was trees. Damn trees everywhere.

“Alright, you got two choices,” he called out, voice and aim steady despite the wild drumming of his anxious heart. “Come out and meet me, or stay hidden and meet my blaster.”

Why couldn’t he have just landed on D’Qar?

[stcrxgazer]

t i r e d. that was all he could feel. his injuries weren’t bad, somehow he managed to escape the chaos with superficial injuries that time would heal. a luxury he knew others didn’t have. he was just tired. thinking about the stormtrooper medic who spared his life because he recognized him made him tired and thinking about being labeled a spy if anyone knew about the encounter only made things worse. but sadly there was still no way to just stop thinking. 

taking advantage of the fact that the medbay was finally slowing down, he excused himself abruptly, making an excuse about needing to find a missing patient before running off. since when did he do this kind of childish thing?? without giving it a second thought, he let his feet drag him forward. 

somehow, he found himself standing outside the base. at least it was a place where he could breathe– spinning around when he heard the breaking of twigs from behind him, he tensed up momentarily before he recognized the figure.  ❝ oh– ❞ pushing his own worries aside, he offered a faint smile, ❝ did you need anything? ❞

[mem0rei-blog]

The cosmic, humorous, pathetic nuances of her existence were not lost on her; she thought of them everyday. How silly it must be for the other rebels to be paired with someone who could lose the ability to breathe, walk, function as an independent being at any singular moment. It was a wonder she was allowed to enlist in this sorry state- perhaps she was just good at hiding it. 

In any circumstance, now was one of those times where she would laugh, if she could remember to. Her superior had instructed her very succinctly to report back to her quarters after a lengthy day of training...

      if only she could remember where that was, or how her legs worked, or-

There were a myriad of things she could call herself right now, just out of spite of this condition. Reiko instead chooses to do nothing, sitting with her legs sticking straight out at an empty corridor.