#idoittoprotectyou

[warpractics]

▉▉▉ ` @idoittoprotectyou

❛      i  realize  now  that  not  all  direct  orders  are  meant  to  be  abided  by  without  thinking  for  yourself  on  the  matter ;  even  if  you  ultimately  want  the  same  thing ,  there  are   RIGHT   and   WRONG   ways  of  going  about  it .      ❜

[soeven]

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Bodhi kept his gaze plastered to the ground. When it came to Imperial high-ranks anything could be classed as provocative. He resisted the urge to pull at his jacket again, knowing nothing could hide the bad condition he’d kept it in.

The shipment? Bodhi felt a chill run down his spine. The impending punishment hung in the air like static before lightning strikes. The poor pilot tried desperately to understand what he had done wrong and what carefully selected words could save him now. He could not keep this man waiting though, each second could make a difference, he had to say something now. “My apologies, sir, we were ambushed, uh...” he swallowed, thinking about his choice of words, “When we were leaving Jedha they attacked. Some of the cargo might have been damaged.”

Cold sweat was trickling down his neck and he nervously licked his lips. He’d told the truth, most of it at least, but that didn’t mean he would get away with this. If they decided the blame was his there was really nothing he could say.

[generoyal]

@idoittoprotectyou​ wanted a starter !

                “I know that you provided the plans and that you were the reason that deathstar had a fault but...how do we know that we can TRUST you. Are you capable of standing up to the Empire without becoming one of them again?”

[iamthecargopilot-archive]

Meet the Pilot

Bodhi quickly pulled him out of the way as another bolt came harrowingly close. "Come on, I know a shortcut, this way!" @idoittoprotectyou

[forcewith]

( @idoittoprotectyou​ | starter call )

    ❛ GALEN ERSO. you have caused my friends quite some distress... and it is no doubt the machine you created is the one that destroyed my home. but i do not hold grudges. none of this was your fault. i can sense that. ❜  

[jcrso-blog]

     there is not even a MOMENT’S hesitation from the woman as her eyes rest upon him; feet carry her quickly across the floor until both arms can wrap around him. he was real. she clings for a few moments with not a word escaping her because- to be frank- she wasn’t sure what to say there was so much. eventually though she does pull back, soft eyes looking upon the man she had not seen in so long.         ❝      you’re...you’re okay.       ❞     

@idoittoprotectyou

[callmeramzi-blog]

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On instinct or routine Galen smooths the front of the uniform that he’s grown to despise wearing as he gathers himself after the abrupt and less than smooth landing that was normally expected. He’s not sure what to say but simply looks at her curiously. “I would hope it’s not a common occurrence.”

|★|-

The rogue didn’t pay much attention to what uniform he had on, but rather was glad someone came to her aid. Her damaged purple X-wing was malfunction, one of its thrust engines wasn’t repaired the last time and burnt out on her. Tail spinning her deep into the ground, to wherever she was at.

“ Heh, no good sir. It’s not... But thank you for coming over. ”

[captain-cass-andor]

@idoittoprotectyou

Perhaps it had been foolish to come alone. But then, perhaps some things were better done alone, and it was in this line of thinking that Cassian decided to operate, inhaling a deep breath and feeling it swell his ribcage as he made his way down the first corridor, the collar of the Imperial uniform stiff against his carotid. 

Kaytoo’s heavy, measured tread beat a rhythm of calm into his mind, and as such he was nearly blindsided when they encountered an individual from the engineering division so far out from the core of the operation. He blinked a little blearily, and looked closer. The nameplate beneath the semi-transparent coveralls spelled out the name in Aurebesh.

Erso.

He wouldn’t be looking much further for other engineers to covertly examine. The man himself was before him, staring at him with an inscrutable gaze.

“Galen Erso.” Cassian’s voice was as steady as he could have hoped. “I have orders for you to come with me.”