#chromecaptain

[elithien]

Is there a waiting list of any kind for your tarot deck? I'm so sad that I missed it!

Not really a waiting list but my Patreon is where I announce all my updates (including the leftover stocks for Solaris tarot) before I release it to the public! Don’t know if that helps <3

[tornbetweenthestorm]

Continued from here @chromecaptain​

He had felt her. It was coming down all around them, everything they’d known and fought for. Everything was burning, cracking and falling apart. He gripped her, dragging her weight with him toward the escape pod. There was no way he was leaving her here. Her fingers curled into him and solidified his resolve. The pod was so close.

Another crack and he felt himself sliding backward with her. The ship was falling apart. The tilt of the floor inclined dramatically, sweeping him and her from any stability on the ground. His back hit the pod hard with her in his arms. He reached for the console to open the door and rolled into it with her. Another rough hit. Running off of pure adrenaline he managed to reach up to the now vertical console and shut the pod. With a rough pull of the release latch they shot off away from the fiery death that was their home.

The pod stabilized after leaving the ship and got them upright. He caught her arms and allowed her to rest where she was. She didn’t look good. He removed her helmet and saw the blood on her lips, in her lungs, not good. The troopers chest ached. His hand cupped her face and he brought his forehead to hers. “Stay with me. Stay with me please…Just hold on.”

Letting go of her he fumbled for a standard medkit in the pod. Probably not nearly what he needed but it was better than nothing. Next he worked on getting her armor off piece by piece. FN-2437 assessed the damage once she was cleared of her armor and got to work in the ways he knew how. He propped her up to help her breathe. She needed a meddriod but they were far away from that at the moment. Making sure she was braced he set her arm. It was broken in several places, he did the best he could with what he had. When he was satisfied with her arm he moved to her leg, making sure she could still breathe through it. When he was certain he had everything straightened at least he collapsed beside her.

He soaked a cloth from the medkit with water and began to clean her face, still covered in blood.

[first-order-general]

Starter for @chromecaptain (finally omg)

He’d made it. It hadn’t been easy, and for a long time he hadn’t even been certain that he’d survive (there were a few weeks where he felt like he wouldn’t, as a matter of fact) but despite it all, he had gotten away. He felt older now, although it surely hadn’t been more than six months, the beard he’d finally started to grow coming in thick and red.

The beard was meant to wait until he was emperor, but-- that was never to be, now, was it? 

It hadn’t taken long for him to realise that he’d outlived his usefulness. It became apparent rather quickly after Ren’s succession to the throne that his survival had a clear expiration date, that the Sith had no need of Generals. Or-- perhaps of him specifically. And, coward that he was, he did what he did best. He ran. 

The first few months back on Arkanis had been agony. Coming off of the cocktail of drugs that had been pumped into the First Order meals had nearly killed him, especially doing it alone like this. There were days when he didn’t leave the quiet house on the coast, where he hadn’t even made it to bed before the shaking overtook him. But time marched on, and the knowledge that going back would only kill him faster kept him. 

He was smaller here, without his crisp uniform, or a title in front of his name. Unremarkable, something that might have been torture for him only a few months before. But now, it meant safety. It meant he could have a quiet drink in a bar without turning heads. It was a lonely life, but it was life, and for now-- it was better than the alternative. 

He sipped his drink, paying no mind to anyone around him, just as easily as they ignored him. He felt secure by now, maybe too secure. 

[darthdescent]

@chromecaptain​

“Doing my JOB. And I should be asking you the same question. What is your intention with him? He and all the other Stormtroopers are on a strict daily schedule, and he has failed to report at several checkpoints. I suspect he’s been with you, but I can’t even pretend to understand what for.”

“AS IF I have to report my business to YOU,  c a p t a i n. Besides--” He takes a step closer to her, a subtle reminder of his AUTHORITY. “--that is a serious accusation. Where exactly is your PROOF ??”

[hopetrooper]

chromecaptain

  thissisatitle: There were rumors in the First...

ok but…wow. dang. do want

*whispers* I have some Finn Palpatine AUs...

[callfrcmthelight]

* (  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

        @chromecaptain said: ❛ Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. ❜

“Some might say it is not willing at all but the inability to decipher when something is logic or the reaction reasonable. And for some... isn’t it reasonable? To fear that which they are incapable of obtaining control over?” It does not matter either way. He smiles over the drink that they share in shadowed portion of a less than reputable cantina. It is the type where anonymous individuals go to find those whom offer anonymous services for the right price. It is the type of place they will not garner attention. “There is one consistent thing whatever you believe the nature of fear to be and that is that everyone has something no matter how small.”

[reyjustrey]

@chromecaptain​ - From (X)

That snarl saved Rey’s life.

So focused was she on her mission - on appealing to what might’ve been the better nature of this most formidable soldier; on seeking her aid against the rising Final Order and the Sith troopers Rey had already heard tell of on her travels - that nothing bar a flash of light on Chromium and the guttural noise reached her before the spear was an inch from her neck. Lurching back, her Lightsaber called into her hand and ignited, Rey fell into a defensive posture at the Captain’s two o’clock and readied for further assaults.

‘And I don’t want it either!’ she cried; her weapon’s thrum and her opponent’s rage filling the air between them. ‘There’s been a shift in the First Order! You must have  seen it! I know from your own how well you care for your men!’

[unstablesaber]

@chromecaptain​ from [x]

❝-- Your skill tends to make you stand out even among other bounty hunters.❞

The First Order had a fairly strict policy regarding lifestyles like that of the bounty hunters, many of them would be under their employ to weed out any members of the resistance that could be exchanging information both in and out of the First Order ranks, those that refused to work with them would be unceremoniously terminated. That was how her reputation had reached him in the first place.

❝-- Much has changed since you left but we could still benefit from your skills, captain.❞