#ic (zesh)

[conjoinedinthelight]

@hopespectre

“Your crew really did a number on this thing. How did you all get your ship to be THIS bad?” The green twin inquired taking a glance around the ship. The ship looked like it went through hell and back to this bad. His digits connects with the outer hull of the ship allowing the tips of his fingers and claws to trace against it. He couldn’t exactly detail what metal it was made out of. It’s study, But, weak enough to suffer from-

“Ooo! Are these blaster bolts?” Narri chirped out of nowhere clearly on top of the ship with her fathers tools in hand. They could see the smoky black trails of what seemed like ship blaster bolts. She’s seen them before! After her master and her almost got killed by a Separatist ambush in the Clone Wars having been stranded on a planet, thankfully by a civilized colony of aliens to call for support. Those were the best five days stranded on the planet she’s ever experienced. “That’s so cool! Are you guys adventurers or something?”

[conjoinedinthelight]

@strcngered​

He’s making sure that no one else is following him at this point. All he’s doing is going to the arena to practice his saber skills. His “sister” could be anywhere. They’ve been riviling for respect and recognition since they could remember to speak. They weren’t ever told how they came to be within this life. This life of fear and respect. Each passing day could be their last. Narri found joy within testing her limits. She found enjoyment of annoying people whenever she could. But, Zesh? Oh... Zesh stood on the sidelines as best as he could and would bide his time for his accomplishments and his knowledge of the ways of the Dark Side. His sister would be left in the dust when he’s recognized as the true superior. Nevertheless, Zesh would have to prove he’s stronger. He’ll admit his sister is stronger in the form of the blade. But that’s why he’s going to the arena room to practice. After all, Narri was sent to do something else in the meantime.