#honorhunt

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CONTINUED FOR BETA EDITOR ›› ( @honorhunt )

                    sober russet gaze tracked his progress along the stuccoed wall, remaining sat still against the bed until he reached the opposite side.   only then did she shift onto a hip, an arm resting atop the blankets.   he reminded her of the myriad of feral tookas she had met in her journeys in how he spat and hissed before retreating into a low growl.   but, unlike those, ones who could be carefully caught and tenderly coaxed into domesticity once more, the young senator knew far too well she instead had a nexu kitten in her life.

                    his bites did smart, but unlike all the others before, a half hearted smile remained her only response.   for the moment, she no longer struggled to convince him to cooperate at least in the smallest measure.   responding to each lash of his tongue in hopes to find some weak point to persuade had been her only recourse.   hardly would she have attempted to drag him into the steamer kicking and screaming…

                    that would have been nothing short of a disaster.

                    led by her chin, a soft nod leaned in the direction of the main door out of the room, a threshold he had refused to cross since they’d arrived a few hours before.    ❝  directly across the hall.  ❞     simply exiting the room had become a milestone, shiraya help her.     ❝  when you’re done, come find me in the kitchen.  ❞      it was about as far from an order as a jest, but in hopes of soothing any still ruffled feathers, padmé tacked on an encouraging smile.

                    and remained frozen to her spot until the door closed behind him.

                    curls spread across the coverlet as her face fell against it, chin tucked into her arm.   somehow, she’d taken upon herself another front in this war she struggled so relentlessly to fight, and she understood it from the moment she knew she would not leave the prison without boba beside her.  still knowing all that, she could feel the drag of more weights laying across her shoulders.   at least these were chosen only by her.

                    a full minute passed before she gathered the strength to stand, having snatched no more sleep than the boy.   their one distinguisher there remained only her dark circles were well covered by a skilled hand.  for a moment, as she slid through the doorway into the oh so familiar hall, with its holos and flora which looked all the galaxy like they had always been there, the sight of her own childhood room tempted her.  but alas, not yet.

                    she had promises to keep.  foremost, updating her parents…

                    ❝  he’s so angry, mom.   i knew he would be, but i worry for him.  ❞     after a sigh of relief had spread through the kitchen at the news that boba finally had been somewhat reasoned with, her father escaped outside with the girls, leaving a mother and her two daughters alone… and padmé to finally breathe her fears leaning against the counter as if she were merely a child again.

                    a dark brow so like her own raised as the family’s matriach failed to bite back a chuckle.     ❝  oh?   i couldn’t tell.  ❞     a fresh and steaming loaf of five blossom bread settled onto the tiles.

                    padmé gave into the long desperate urge to bury her head in her hands, elbows propped on the counter’s edge.     ❝  mom…  ❞      the groan held no anger, but she was in no fit state for jokes, even from her mother.

                    a soft hand settled upon her bare back, stroking along the long white lines remaining from the nexu’s claws, her sister’s soothing voice settling the jump in her heart.     ❝  just keep on being patient with him.   he’ll eventually realize you’re being honest.  ❞    then too did humor bleed into sola’s warm voice, more welcome now that it followed some advice.     ❝  probably won’t tell you though.  ❞     

                    a soft groan escaped her lips as padmé shook her head still cradled by her palms, curls falling in a veil about her forearms.     ❝  as long as he knows, i don’t need him to tell me, but i mostly worry about when we return to coruscant.  ❞     the mere words pressed dread cold and heavy into her belly.   and how horrible was it that the crux of her concerns were not the harm he could muster?     ❝  it will be so easy for him to slip out, disappear into the city even with someone watching him.   i know he can take care of himself, but if he goes after master windu, someone again…  ❞     most importantly, she would lose him, fail this duty she had taken onto herself, but both of the women beside knew as much from her frantic call the night before.   there were other, even more practical issues pertaining only to her.     ❝  i put a lot of credits into his bond, mom.   if i only had the trouble it’d cause to deal with, that’s one thing, but that amount of credits?  ❞    a small bit of weight slid off her shoulders at the admission.   at least, they knew.   they understood.

                    her sister’s vexed sigh spoke as loudly as her mother’s horrified breath of a whisper.     ❝  oh, padmé, you didn’t.  ❞     

                    once more, her head felt too heavy to lift, her only defense a weak but stubborn,    ❝  if either of you had been there, you wouldn’t have been able to leave him either.  “     and she knew in her heart they wouldn’t have been, financially ruinous or not.

[spinebarrels]

consider it a warning. solo might hang low somebody.

just a head's up...or down, i should say.

.........so this is what i was missing. wonderful.

[paramounticebound]

@honorhunt liked for a sneaky sith!verse starter

This doesn't have to end in bloodshed, he’s heard before from lesser men than the both of them, It doesn’t need to end with one of us rendered a blaster-bolt-ridden or saber-slashed pile of sentient meat. But it does have to end. It always does because the both of them are relentless in their own pursuits of honor, in that way the living things claw and scream and bleed to survive at all cost. 

Saber, red-like-blistering-suns, twists in his hand, deflecting another bolt, growling beneath the mask that cages his maw, a ravenous thing. He’s wounded, too-- Khan revels in the way his own blood soaks into his clothing, the stench of singed flesh creeping into the air vents of his mask. A growl in his throat permeates, an invitation to continue to circle Fett like rabid akk-dog, drooling and blood-stupid.  

     “A waste of your talents,” he practically spits the words, voice modulator hardly enunciating the disdain that throbs in the syllables. There’s a breath in the battle, and he allows himself to think with a part of his brain that doesn’t only know the hymns of violence. “Whatever you are being paid, I will triple it.”

No sympathy nor love for the galactic war that rages between the Empire and the Rebellion. His own bounty arrives with the blame of knowing too much-- Khan ought to have been quieter in his own pursuits, yet the Force lets him scream and scream and scream. Under the darkness that threads his bones, his sinews, is the sole desire to protect his and his alone. “We are both wasting our time with this.”

[congcria]

@honorhunt​​ : { W R E C K E R }

                   Attention had been on the bustling streets, the people wandering about. Even with one eye being somewhat difficult to see out of, he did his best to make sure no one was following him while he walked. If only to defend his brothers; he could handle most problems himself with his rather intimidating size and strength, he knew that he could pretty much manage to keep a handle on things. He knew the team was just trying to get rations--food... anything for them to just have to eat while they were flying through the galaxy on the run. The attention was soon snapped to the side when he heard a young one’s voice call to him. Shoulders squared a little bit, head on a SWIVEL before he looked at the one that shouted for his attention. “You lost or somethin’, kid?”

[darkestshadeofgrey]

@honorhunt​

Elias senses the other approach, the novelty of simply being able to having not yet worn off even now. Silence is maintained as he works, long enough for him to realize that his work is being observed. With a small smile, he speaks without turning to look.

“You can come closer if you want a better view. Didn’t think you’d find my ‘laser sword’ so worthy of study.”

[wolfvirago-m]

@honorhunt​ - s.c.

The Mandalorians that had taught her to fight had whispered of this one. A rumor, of a great warrior who had given his soul in exchange for a child. That child had lost everything in the course of a night, and here, now, that child had risen from ash and blood in his father’s clothes. 

(”Stay away from that man, ad’ika. He is hungry for blood. His rage burns even beskar down.”)

Her skin tingles under flight suit fabric and old scavenged armor painted forest green, fingers tensing around her blade. Of course, with her awful luck, she would encounter the one who wore the skin of Mandalorians, yet did not abide by their Creed. 

She is a wolf, roaming the wastes, searching for her next prey... Yet part of her wonders if he is just the same.

“I was here first.” Childish, the wolf child proclaims her stake in the bounty, searching the woods with precision that not many humans had. Her bounty is a large, colossal creature, wracking up the bodies of many who searched the land for their fortune. 

“You won’t last long out here alone.” Robin turns slightly, voice cracking in the modulator, almost a growl. “I suggest turning back.”

[divineslcyer]

Plotted Starter — @honorhunt​

There, half sunk into the sand dune was a ship that looked as if it had seen better days. Visitors were few and far in a planet further away from the inner rim. The sound of the crash was what had first alerted Mishil, echoing close to her remote temple. She frowned as she approached, mask cinched on to see through the sand breeze. Her Sand seal whined as she approached and climbed up over one of the wings with nimble grace.

She’d seen ships, mostly in the capital when she’s needed certain supplies. This one had scars, different from the shiftier ships and boat-ships of her people. Adjusting her cowl, she eyed the sky and rumbling sands. They weren’t too far; however, the earlier sandstorm would rise again if she didn’t hurry. She could sense a presence within and moved over to the helm—ah, there they were.

A quiet ‘tsk’ left the young teens mouth. The… man? He wore armor but looked shorter then her in size. She squinted through her mask, she could feel pain and glanced at the sky again warily before looking down. Was he conscious? She thought she saw his helmet move… Raising her mask, golden eyes focused on the individual, her lips mouthing out. “I can’t help you if you don’t open your ship.” She pointed to the sky, then towards her temple, it’s silhouette still visible. “Shelter. There’s a bad storm coming. You're in danger here.” She hoped he could understand, she lowered her mask back once more. A part of her hoped she wouldn’t have to break in… but she couldn’t leave him to survive a sandstorm like this. He’d die, surely.

And somewhere… she sensed this one needed help. Perhaps, it was the will of the gods was at work.

[solhjerte-archive]

@honorhunt​​ liked for a one liner

❝ just cause i am a princess does NOT mean i am not tough enough to handle this ❞