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[tidalhaired]

@arc-77

The man who arrived with Círdan was most peculiar. It was clear that he didn't belong in Middle-earth, even before Elrond received any further information on him. Despite Elrond being curious, the most important matter was to look at the visitor's wounds. Fordo, was his name, and Elrond examined the lacerations on his right shoulder and arm.

"I assume you got cut by stone and coral while you swam." In the ocean. While escaping from his sinking ship made of metal and swimming towards the surface, with his lungs able to store all the air the distance required. It sounded so extraordinary, and Elrond itched to see this ship for himself.

He carefully spread an ointment he mixed out of athelas and various other ingredients over the wounds, healed the skin and then bandaged both his arm and shoulder. "Luckily the cuts weren't deep, and your body appears to be very sturdy." Almost rivalling the sturdiness of the Eldar. Not even all the saltwater in the wounds had peturbed him. "How are you feeling?"

[majordallows]

Major Jaina Dallows discusses with Commodore Fordo (@arc-77) issues originating within the Finance Ministry due to the unwitting actions of financier Brienne Guyot. (@prvtocol)

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"...our Sienar slush fund... It's leaking. One of our unwitting financiers is pulling on threads they shouldn't... The Ubiqtorate would be exposed and that's a risk we can't afford, especially with how Isard has been breathing down our necks of late... I believe I can convince them we are very uninteresting."

[spokewar]

"Ironic? We don't take vows of silence." Far from the first time during their flight, Obi-Wan had to will himself to keep from turning in his seat. Fortunately, there was a particularly interesting smudge (possibly blood) on the front window which was able to hold his attention.

Captain Fordo was not dangerous within the Force, but he was prickly and his physically looming presence did little to help. It had Obi-Wan feeling like he ought to be doing something more than piloting a ship barely wide enough that he could touch either side of it with the palms of his hands.

"When was the last time you worked with a Jedi?" @arc-77

[guidefaithed]

@arc-77

The room they were in was covered in large mirrors and provided comfortable mats on the ground. It was used for all kinds of training and T'Pring had booked it for her and Fordo's endeavor regarding the nerve pinch. She had never thaught it to someone, especially a non-Vulcan. But she recalled exactly how she had been thaught and planned to replicate the process. She gestured at the dummy currently laying on one of the mats. "Since you have expressed apprehension at practising on me, you can practise on this dummy instead. It was made precisely for this purpose. The head will glow red if the pinch was performed successfully. However, before we can start on the dummy, you should see where the correct spots are. Preferably on your own body." T'Pring raised an elegant hand and gestured towards him. "You may undress now."

[derickbatista31]

Captain Fordo

[gloomfaithed]

@arc-77 asked: "I could take you right here."

Her rule number one for any fun was a completely safe environment. The paranoia trained into her didn't allow her to let her guard down where someone could - literally - catch her with her pants down.

Fordo also struck her as someone who was very cautious and disliked being unprepared. The logical conclusion was that it was safe, even if unconventional. Old Sith ruins weren't exactly the most romantic or cozy place to engage with your lover, but they were alone here. Talon felt nobody else in the Force but them.

"There's not even a bedroll," she teased, but approached him and placed her palms on his armored chest as she looked up at his visor. "We'd have to do it against the wall." The hard floor didn't sound too appealing and the advantage of the wall was that she would get to experience his enticing strength when he held her up. "Now that I would like."

[iconac]

what is the difference between an anchor and a leadened weight dragging you down? simple perspective, perhaps. a carefully managed state of buoyancy involving air compartments and weight distribution, even. the revanchist feels as if they are drowning, and what winds itself around them is not a lifeline, but the very thing making them sink. [ they are afraid. ]

it enrages them. he enrages them, ever the perfect soldier, problem-solving as he was designed to. unflappable and self-assured, distilling eons of mysticism into something quantifiable. palatable. for what is not the first time, revan is fiercely jealous of him, and all those who move with the force while deaf to it. they should forgive him for it, this state of being out of his or their control. but revan has never known for forgiveness.

" deny it if you will, but there is a connection between us. " @arc-77 says, plainly, and his easy calm sits like a pressure against their skull.

" and you think that means something? " they do not raise their voice. they do not have to; incredulous rage all but bleeds out of them in a stock-still expression, rigid features losing just the slightest touch of color. the datapad in their hand cracks, aurebesh characters split and scattered by the emerging web of damage. " you think that makes you anything more than a liability, now? " [ m. ]

[detentron]

Captain Fordo, one of my favorite (and non-canon) clones from Clone Wars (2003)