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[illeferrum]

@fleetadmrl asked: "I have missed you."

❝ so have i … ❞

a gloved hand came to rest upon the shorter man's shoulder. the reassuring squeeze was faint , the slow brush of his thumb subtler still. yet … despite the restrained gesture , MAX made certain FIRMUS felt it through the thick fabric of his uniform .

his gaze lingered closely on the ADMIRAL's face , studying every weary detail .

❝ FIRMUS … when was the last time you had a proper night's rest ? ❞ he knew the answer. his jaw tightened at the thought .

the ADMIRAL looked more skeleton than man . hollow cheeks and a pallid complexion sharpened his features , while exhaustion carved itself deep into every line of his face . his slight frame seemed so delicate that a strong gust might have carried him away . small , frail and far too vulnerable for a man tasked with commanding the EMPIRE's navy if one dared to ignore the man's competence .

the holomagazines had always admired PIETT for his accomplishments rather than his appearance . that had never been a secret.

for MAXIMILIAN , however , it was quite the opposite … or a bit of both.

his eyes lingered on the ADMIRAL's lean build , unable and unwilling to look away . to him, FIRMUS PIETT was strikingly handsome .

the fearsome ARMY GENERAL was hopelessly smitten .

❝ you are becoming a cause for concern . i am returning to my quarters and you will be coming with me , SAILOR . debriefing had been postponed. ❞

[warrued]

                    ❝  admiral…  ❞     concern lit dark eyes as the army lieutenant glanced down at her naval far and above superior’s file.   the same reasons which had brought him there today appeared half a dozen times, his haggard appearance certainly echoing every thought flitting through her mind.     ❝  i understand it might be difficult under the circumstances, but while i can give you stimulants and a brief intravenous, if you don’t eat and don’t get at least some more sleep, you’re only going to end up here again.  ❞

                    a small amount of trepidation welled up at being so blunt, and yet as polite as her tone could provide, with an officer she hardly knew at all, except by reputation, here was perhaps the only place in which she reasonably could be.     ❝  the human body can only take so much.  ❞

@fleetadmrl

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                ❛  admiral,  ❜  was  all  the  introduction  arsinoé  believed  to  be  necessary  before  she  extends  a  delicate  hand  for  piett  to  take,  all  but  EXPECTING  for  him  to  offer  her  his  arm.   ❛  i  believe  lord  vader  is  fashionably  late  to  my  scheduled  meeting  with  him,  and  i  believe  i  am  long  overdue  for  a  tour  of  the  star  destroyer.  ❜  should  she  stare  out  the  window  into  the  dark  expanse  of  space  to  help  pass  the  time  for  another  second,  the  queen  would  surely  go  mad.

                     @fleetadmrl  ||  starter  call.

[altrel]

Talk about Cape Boy Orson

     ﹙   ...   ﹚     𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬   𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵   . . .    (   selectively   accepting  )

      ❛   he   put   you   up   to   this,      didn't   he?   ❜         the   minister   remarks,      a   fond   smile   curling   onto   her   face.      she   laughs   goodnaturedly,      shaking   her   head   in   relent.         ❛   he   should   know   by   now   that   if   he   wants   his   ego   stroked,      all   he   has   to   do   is   ask.      but   i   digress.   ❜         rapping   her   fingers   over   her   desk,      she   sits   back,      amused.

      ❛   orson   callan   —   ❜         her   cheeks   plumpen   with   her   growing   smile.      ❛   —   krennic :      my   closest   friend   for   over   twenty   years,      the   occasional   thorn   in   my   side,      and,      to   put   it   mildly,      the   love   of   my   life.      well,      what   is   there   to   say   that   he   hasn't   already   heard?      he's   intelligent,      cunning,      charming,      devastatingly   handsome   for   a   human.      and   his   mind   never   ceases   to   amaze   me.      the   things   he   can   come   up   with,      my   word.      the   death   star,      for   example   —      his   baby.      to   say   he's   simply   talented   would   be   a   criminal   understatement   of   his   skill.      i   mean,      the   ministry,      this   very   building,      he   designed   it.      and   really,      look   at   it.   ❜         she   makes   a   wide   gesture   to   her   aesthetically   appealing   office,      visibly   pleased.      again,      she   reclines,      her   smile   softening.   

      ❛   and   he's   ..   sweet.      surprisingly   sweet.      don't   make   that   face,      i'm   being   candid   here.      he'd   hate   how   long   i've   been   prattling   on   like   this,      exposing   his   soft   underside   and   embarrassing   him,      but   —      he   surprises   me,      at   times.      how   ..   tender   he   can   be.      thoughtful.      considerate.      more   caring   than   he   will   ever   freely   admit.      and   sometimes,      i   think   he's   the   only   person   who   ever   has   even   the   slightest   idea   of   what   i'm   talking   about.      he   makes   me   feel   loved.      needed.      he   —   ❜         she   cuts   herself   short,      saving   the   rest   of   her   thought.      it   was   a   lengthy   one,      and   it   wasn't   as   if   they   had   all   day   here.   

      ❛   i   don't   know   where   i'd   be   without   him.      i   simply   cannot   imagine   a   world   where   we   weren't   together.      he's,      well,      my   other   half,   ❜         al   trel   comes   to   a   slow   stop.      turning   her   chair   just   slightly   to   the   window,      peering   out   it.      there's   a   long,      but   comfortable   pause   before   she   continues.         ❛   satak   willing,      this   business   on   scarif   will   be   over   quickly.      he   deserves   a   vacation   after   all   the   nonsense   he's   been   through   recently.   ❜

[kyberled-a]

COMPARE HEIGHTS WITH THE BOY || ACCEPTING

@fleetadmrl​ asked:

piett is 5’2 😔

Blue: Piett

Purple: Padawan Braig

Red: Adult Braig

Conclusion: pull the opposite of a tarkin and wear bigger heels

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       @fleetadmrl​  asked:  ❝  they’re  dead.  they  can’t  hurt  you.  ❞                ↬  book  of  boba  fett  starters

       the  officer  didn’t  seem  to  fully  understand  just  how  POOR  of  a  reassurance  his  words  were  to  her,  but  reassurances  and  basic  kindness  were  in  rare  supply——a  LUXURY  those  in  imperial  uniforms  very  rarely  spared  her  despite  how  closely  she  worked  alongside  them.

       she  seemed  to  ignore  him  at  first  as  she  neared  her  dead  attackers,  her  dress  licking  at  the  blood  that  decorated  the  pavement.  the  queen  couldn’t  hear  it  but  she  could  feel  the  stickiness  of  the  iron  beneath  her  heels  as  she  walked.  it  was  a  HORRORIFIC  sight,  one  that  wasn’t  meant  those  sensitive  at  heart  like  her,  but  she  looked  at  their  faces  anyway.

       they  weren’t  rebels,  but  protestors,  worse.  but  the  imperials  will  remember  them  as  terrorists.

       ‘  thank  you,  admiral,  ’  she  says,  SOULLESS,  before  turning  to  make  her  way  back  to  the  imperial  shuttle.