#imperapristini

[symbiotesoldier]

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Disney acquiring Fox is not a good thing.

Disney acquiring Fox is not a good thing. 

Disney acquiring Fox is not a good thing.

Disney acquiring Fox is not a good thing.

Fuck getting X-men into the MCU. This is NOT the way to go about it. The House of Mouse doesn’t need even more of a stranglehold monopoly on the industry than it already does.

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@imperapristini liked for a small starter

“Commander Versio.” He acknowledged with a salute, or well, an attempt at one. For all of his time in the Resistance he had yet to perfect it and he could only hope it wouldn't be the lasting impression that would stick with the older woman.  But on to business. “Anything I can help with?”

[heavenlyrebel]

@imperapristini

“It’s a far cry from the Corvus but she’s discrete, I trust you can fly her?” This ship was a light freighter, a Corellian model no longer in production, and entirely unremarkable. Ideal for slipping into a Midrim planet. Leaving Iden to inspect the controls Leia slipped into the co-pilots seat, seeming as if she belonged there. Her usual orderly clothing was replaced with a distressed uniform, just another layer to add to their disguise. 

“The base is poorly guarded but it is indeed guarded. The outpost was a Rebellion stronghold until we were run out, but thankfully we don’t need to retake it. I simply need you to get me inside.” Speaking more for her own sake Leia ran over the plan in her head before offering the imposing woman at her side a friendly smile. “Will she fly?”

[reydiiance]

❝ i’ve heard you’ve been a part of this fight for a long time. ❞  blatant curiosity colored her tone, feet shuffling as she stepped closer to the veteran.  sure, she had heard plenty of stories in GENERAL, but the interest stemmed from individual’s experiences.  nothing was more authentic, more REAL, than the story uttered from the lips of those who lived it.  rey itched for knowledge, anything to satisfy her vivid imagination; war stories did just that.  

@imperapristini ❤ ‘d for a starter.

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Zay had wanted to help others and protect those who needed it. It was what her parents did with their lives and it was passed down to her, both encoded in her DNA and absorbed as part of her mannerisms by seeing her parents practice it. She had wanted peace, but it was not something that came for free. It came at the cost of blood and life and a guilty conscience. Telling herself it was either her or them didn’t make it easier, not with the knowledge of Project Resurrection floating around in her head.

When the last shot had long since rang out Zay slowly lowered her rifle, the battle done and the coast clear. Rubbing her cheek with the back of a soot-dirted hand, she stood up from her makeshift sniper nest and saw what she knew was the outline of her mom coming closer. Deciding to save her some time, Zay met her halfway, the smile she had offered in greeting dissolving into a frown as her mom rubbed at her cheek. ❝ Mom, ❞ Zay groaned, waving Iden’s hand away too late—her face had been cleaned. ❝ You’re so embarrassing! ❞

Not that there was anyone alive to embarrass her in front of. Sobering at the thought, Zay shouldered her sniper rifle by its strap and nodded, even though she didn’t quite agree. ❝ I get it. I just...wish there was another way. ❞ But soft hearts didn’t belong on the battlefield, so Zay tried to steel herself. ❝ What’s the next objective? ❞

[inferno-two]

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“Oh? Where did you HEAR that from?” she asked, leaning against the bar while swiveling her drink around in its glass. She finally looked up at him, rolling her eyes at him with a hint of playfulness glinting in her gaze. “You should know I would NEVER do such trivial thing.” She answered him, taking a sip out from her drink before setting it down on the counter.

There was no doubt to it that everyone must have HEARD already. She would have to explain this to her father later once the words has finally reached him, but it wasn’t she who started it. She ENDED it before it could even begin. “But I did threw the FIRST hit.” She couldn’t help it but to let pride seep into her tone.

“They say a good officer is both the first on and the last off of the battlefield,” Gideon motioned to the droid behind the bar as he spoke. “Two glasses, Vyselk. Iden, I think you took expediting that process a little too seriously.”

The bartender was quick to make sure Gideon had what he needed, the glass warm in his hand. Vyselk was best served just a little more than room temperature, helping compliment the spiced bite of the liquor. “The staff mentioned it was over after you landed one on him. Can’t gloat too much if he was already wasted, don’t you think?”

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HOW UNFORTUNATE.

It WASN’T as if she was being rude to him on purpose after he rescued her not once and not even twice, but this was the THIRD time today. She wouldn’t exactly be in the best condition or even alive if he wasn’t there. However, in her defense, Iden didn’t have the best reaction when he caught her in his arms and it was purely out of instinct when she quickly scrambled out from his hold in a hurry–distrust flashing in her eyes, followed by guilt. She knew she should be CONSIDERATE after he rescued her from dangerous situations more than once today, but–

“NOT in that tone.”

eyebrows furrow beneath the helmet, but the time for frustration and discussion is for later; as soon as her form escaped his grasp, he can't help but to release a sigh of irritation. it wasn't over just her denying him any sort of gratitude for her life, but what she stands for: the EMPIRE. it's difficult on the mind to be in the presence of her, but that wasn't up to any of their choice. fingers pressing up against his visor, he finds trouble in knowing that the enemy of his enemy is HER.

     “ you're really jumping on my last nerve, TROOPER. " 

his gaze jumps away from the agent, knowing all too well that focus is required. no more can the either of them be falling into danger, for their chances of survival is being knocked at every second. he knows this, and hopes plenty that she does too.

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[starssystems]

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◊  “Can I help you with something...?” There’s a hint of the distrust in his voice; a distrust that he’s doing his best to hide. He knows where she came from, knows her story. He knows she’s supported them for years, but there’s still a part of him that knows her as an ex-Imperial. Kip sighs softly, biting the inside of his cheek, a mental note to himself to be polite.