#awakenedtower

[lastfulcrum-a]

      Maybe he shouldn’t have picked a barstool ... - his back ached ; a distant, pulsing ache that he was growing used to, like an comfortable chill that settled in his lower spine. One that wrapped around his bones like a vice grip with no intentions of releasing. He grunts, shifting himself in his seat before he’s looking to the half full, thirty minute old whiskey in front of him -- swirling the liquid in the glass before taking a sip, phone raised to his ear as it rings the melody a handful of times and a woman was picking up on the other end.     He didn’t call her too much -- calling out to Mexico was expensive, for both of them, and text messages usually sufficed. But, finally on his own two feet for the fourth day in a row and due to fly back to New York ( home ... was it home? ) in three days, he felt like he earned a conversation with his mother. After she answered, the bartender stopped by to check his drink and Cassian gently waved him off.    The man, hair he hadn’t had the chance to -- or bothered to -- cute hanging off his shoulders as he took advantage of the conversation; low Spanish hugging his tone like it belonged there, because it did. Much more natural and at home than English ever felt. It was soft, and quick -- as he didn’t need to piece it together slowly with his mother; speaking with a familiarity that warmed something distant inside of him.      After returning to New York, Cassian wasn’t sure where his path would lead him from there. His original plan was to use the benefits harbored from the military to put him through college -- but, his original career path was likely at a loss due to his injury ; or at least put on a very long hold. He also hoped his mother could offer him some clarity.      Soon enough, the phone conversation ended and he was setting it back down on the bar top beside him ; adjusting where the nose of the cane was hanging off the side of the wood before waving the bartender back over.

     “Not from around here?” the man behind the bar asked him.  The corner of Cassian’s lips twitched, an almost there smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as fingers curled around the new glass. “Going back home in a few days -- had a surgery out this way, now the military are sending me back home.”    “Where’s home?” the bartender is asking, taking the old and now empty glass. “Enjoying England -- circumstances aside?”    “New York.” It didn’t sound, or feel, quite right. But it was the truth for now, “Not sure yet -- first night actually getting out.”     “Well, come back and see me before you leave and let me know. Wednesday is our special on our Top Shelf.”  

                                                @awakenedtower  ||  plotted starter

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  “I am well aware that my joints can freeze, however that is not until temperatures reach negative one hundred degrees. So, not having flesh is a benefit right now.” He is very careful not to touch Bodhi, wouldn’t want to get him accidentally frozen to him. “Jyn and Cassian should return soon.”

[lastxpadawan]

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It was an easier mission, a much needed respite for the Ghost and her crew. If things went to plan there’d be no gunning down ties or running from troopers. After the battle above Scarif, after nearly losing his family and his home and still finding their footing in the realms of the large scale rebellion on Yavin, Kanan was glad for the break. 

Transporting a messenger. They’d done it before and if it weren’t for who that messenger was and what they knew it might’ve been a mission just Ezra and Sabine could handle. But instead they were together. The first leg of their journey had been full of Ezra, with occasional help from Zeb, animatedly retelling the battle from their perspective. Not leaving their passenger alone until Hera sent them away to check on their other cargo. Finally creating some quiet. 

“They mean well... Usually.” Kanan smiled. dropping into a seat nearby, doing his best to stay calm even with the sounds of distant clanking and arguing carrying up from the hold. 

He’d heard the same stories as everyone else, although he imagined they were exaggerated through the web of rebel gossip. But that didn’t stop Kanan being curious, although he’d gotten better at knowing when it was okay to ask questions. Mostly. “How’s it feel being back in the field?”

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“The meeting’s over.” 

Amidala’s face crinkles into a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “ You’re a new face. Who are you?”

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       “Bo -” the man grunted as he tried to pry himself to a full state of awake, rolling over onto one side with a light wince as he watched the other man move about the bedroom -- “Bo, the coffee, it’s staring to burn -- I can smell it,” he then mused once he had the male’s attention, a tired smirk on the corner of his lips as he buried half of his face against the pillow.

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“I'd like to give a dual shoutout to @awakenedtower and @hux-capacitor. Not only do both of them write their characters beautifully, but they're both always there for me. I don't deserve these sweet, wonderful people, but am incredibly grateful for them. They always talk and help after bad days, they are respectful of boundaries, they're steadfast, they're sweet. I love them both so much, it's ridiculous <3 Never stop being genuinely kind, wonderful human beings. You're some of the best!“

[rebelsdroid-blog]

Starter for @awakenedtower !

A defector. Much like the droid himself, Bodhi Rook once belonged to the Empire. As K-2SO understands, this makes them similar beings, in that they once pledged allegiance to one entity ( though the idea of “pledging” allegiance is not something the droid has done on his own ) before belonging to a different one entirely. In K-2′s case, he remains loyal to Captain Andor, and through him, the Rebellion. He is useful in this way. He helps people, as he has been told.

“I do believe our actions save more lives then they spend, don’t you think so?” K-2 isn’t sure, himself. He’s seen mass killings of other human beings - of other droids - in the name of self-prescribed “justice”. He has had moral code explained to him, and the droid has never been able to process the gray area associated with it. Sometimes, atrocities such as killing children were unspeakably horrible. Other times, they served as “necessary evils” that needed to be performed for the concept of “the greater good”.

“Killing people is bad. But killing the right people - that’s meant to be good. It’s a very odd system you humans have sorted out for yourselves. It’s a wonder you don’t walk around with constant headaches.”

[ofunbrokenwill-blog]

@awakenedtower continued from x

was there one tiny hint of pride? misplaced pride even? perhaps. galen was a scientist first and often it made him overlook the human price. oh, of course, in this situation, he didn’t overlook it. he knew all about it, was horrified by it, but the death star, named project stardust in his files, if it hadn’t been made for destruction, was still one of the greatest achievement of his long life.

and the only one he hoped that would be so catastrophic. the shame was already enough for this one.

“ nevertheless, it has everything to do with science and nothing to do with magic. ”

anything not to talk about how uncomfortable his creation made him. how this child of krennic and his would become the only thing he’d be known for.

“ our galaxy is composed of many energy sources that can be harvested for good or for wrong. ” he looked at the other man, serious and sad at the same time. “ there is nothing mythical in this fact. only the cold hard reality. ”