#corporateandcold

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[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.

[ MSG:cin'ciri ] I am not testing you. [ MSG:cin'ciri ] I am asking you to get off the roof.

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☼ ► ↕

Send me ☼ for a morning text

[ msg;cin'ciri ] you can sleep in, delivery was delayed for tomorrow

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

[ msg;cin'ciri ] I haven't seen her since Nar Shaddaa

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

[ msg;cin'ciri ] That's twice my calls were cut to voice. You owe me an update as of 0400.

[ msg;cin'ciri ] I can't begin to understand the intricacies of Umbaran politics, but if you don't contact me in the next hour, I'm coming to you.

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that they are avid hobbyists

Vin: Proof that Vin is Umbaran to the core: she gets super excited on poison/harmful consumables delivery day

Vin: The fact that there is a poison/harmful consumables delivery day should say something about her and Yain.

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Water and Ice | @corporateandcold

Given enough time and resources, Yain knew she could simply ride out her current situation and leave. She was, of course, more hooked on the access to information than maybe she should have been. Knowing enough, collating information that could easily lead to several wars across Huttspace.

That kind of power should've gone straight to her head, but the dim and dangerous awareness that she'd done nothing to earn the position--aside from her first night on Nar Shaddaa, but she'd done well to put those memories far behind her--kept her humble, and right on the edge of hyper aware bordering on paranoid.

Didn't help the snow followed her wherever she went.

The office was as clean as she'd been told to expect--and the warnings she'd received she kept close to heart. Don't eat anything, don't drink anything, don't take off your armor.

So she didn't.

But she did have to stop and admire the way the woman's desk overlooked an impressive portion of the district--a breathtaking view that only power, influence, or a combination of both could afford; and acted as a clear enough warning to watch her step and her words. Then the rather angular chair behind it turned, and even had she had a fool's word to say, it was lost in her throat at the embodiment of frost and snow whose chilled eyes seemed to read her secrets even from within the safety of her buy'ce.

But, thanks to her recent position, she bounced back easily enough and shelved her anxiety in the little hole that she kept locked away behind her heart.

"Yain, under employ of Cujo ya Hatta. 'm here to assist in the pickup, ease shipment, and smooth ruffled feathers on delivery." She mentally gave herself a pat--she almost sounded like she knew what the haran she was doing.

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Frigid air swept across the balcony, but it was hardly a concern for the white-clad Ordo as he lifted a fist and rapped on the transparisteel window with his knuckles.

"Knock, knock!"

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"What happened?"

“Some of your ‘friends’ decided to come and get me in retribution for saving my own brothers. Seeing as you decided to defend me, they also captured you. Long story short, my arm is broken and your nose is bleeding. Good day.”

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♨

♨… to finding out that yours is in charge of the drinks

Pauses in the doorway, nose already twitching twice before she sighs.

"Less work f' me." Her arms cross as she leans her hip against the frame. "This i'nt gonna be like that one time, is it?"

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ღ ☂ ♆

Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon.

Love contains two different ideas for Rex. The first is his connection with his brothers as a whole. He never says it as such but he does love his brothers. The strength they give each other is the only thing he attributes to him still being alive and singing their praises. For those alive and no longer with him, Rex will love every single brother he comes into contact with.

Then there’s the intimate relationships that come with love. Those are something that Rex treads lightly with. This version of Rex has a relationship with Cody but there are no intimate moments other than a few headbutts in private as of yet and perhaps for quite some time. Intimacy is something Rex is afraid of because he’s afraid that everything could be ripped from him in the blink of an eye. Perhaps after the war, he always muses.

Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

Any sort of luxuries Rex can get in regards to food, he’ll take.  Mess hall slop and portable rations only go so far to satisfy a person. Even though Skywalker says otherwise, Rex considers the times when he’s allowed to accompany him to banquets an honor as he gets to sample cuisines from around the galaxy. 

Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon.

Rex has two tattoos.

He originally had a grand idea to have a mark on his body representing each clone under his command that had passed. He soon realized that this would be far from feasible.  Instead, after Umbara, he decides to get “ 501st” on his back just above his scar from the exit wound from the sniper round.

On his back, just below his neck and below the visible area, he has Jaig eyes, a nod to the decoration on his helmet. This becomes especially important after the Declaration of a New Order is issued and the army is close to being white-washed with little customization given.