#jediliad

[luxcruor]

∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . post calquisitor for ruby :)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .  * / @jediliad.

same empire same blaring alarms.  the sound was constant droning against her already throbbing skull just like that day so many years ago.   with a stabbing pain in her temples ruby staggers out from her holding cell as events from moments ago replay in her mind. it was dark  like the area between stars.. she couldn’t make out any light  the helmet they’d forced over her eyes restricting use of her eyes,  in more ways than sight.  ( no doubt the empire tortured that intel out of him too. )    the burning of their taser-prods aching into her ribs prying out screams of agony had jarred someone in the room enough to free her…   stepping out into the long hallway she hears feet running across the ceiling from the floor above. ( stormtroopers..)  the steam of vents begin to add a haze to the surroundings.  ruby spots someone on the ground at the end of the hall.  they were clad in all black… it was an inquisitor… no that was..   her feet move before her mind can catch up and she’s running,  legs sore and heavy.    knees buckle as she crashes into a slide the last few feet to him.    

 “ Cal!   C-Cal ??  no no no.. —”       he was on his side,  she rolls him onto his back  hands nervously hovering over his limp body.       

“  i’m Not leaving you here again.. we gotta go. “        

ruby whispers, panic rising in her chest as she fears the worst.   she just wanted to see him… see him breathe!  ( please be breathing.  )  after a quick glance she finds the buttons on the mask that unlocked the mechanisms keeping it to his head.   the helmet unlocks with a quiet hiss and she tosses it aside, like she’d pried a parasite of the darkside.   ruby caresses his cheek with a shaky breath seeing his brow furrow.  he was alive.       the hammering sound of footsteps snap her out of the panic. 

  “ Shoot! “  she grits her teeth looping her arms under Cal’s attempting to pull him.    

“  C’mon Cal… we gotta go… get — up now please… Hnngh! “     

[retainohr]

there is rage within him ,  quietly sadistic.  the familiar gleam of beskar ,  reminding him of a past he’d much rather bury beneath the debris of what little remains of the legends of mandalore.  a creed long since abandoned ,  yet it might always find its way.  (   this is the way.   their voices are a howling in the back of his mind.  )  the zealots he’s come to loath ,  one of them stand before him now.  (  one who used to mean so much more to him ,  but since that that fateful day  ...  he’s only known hatred.  )   ❛      come to settle the score ,  is that it ,  din ?      ❜   he mocks the creed with the use of the other’s name.  ❛     rest assured ,  it will be my greatest pleasure to rip that damned armor from your body.       ❜   /  @jediliad​  for din  !

[hellproverbs]

gently lays his head in his lap. 😴

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐲 ,  𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝.  promised sanctuary in a temple of jedi ,  those who shall hold tightly to their chests ideologies of peace.  being of the force ,  neither competent enough to wield a saber of light nor blessed with the strength to fight ,  he just simply exists.  (  and ,  oh what shall we call thee?  )  distinct variant of force sensitive ,  a guardian of the force.  he ,  is simply one of the last ,  said the council.  for such ,  he is kept under close watch.  though , perhaps not close enough.  as he’s found all too often alongside the CHOSEN ONE ,  the prophecy child ,  far too attached for their own wellbeing.  a head in his lap is enough to suffice as proof of their attachment.  of which is forbidden among the jedi ,  or so v is told.  hand shifts ,  running lithe fingers through hairs that have recently grown atop the jedi’s head.  he hums  :      ❛    sweet joy befall thee.      ❜  

[dreambrace]

𝙅𝙀𝘿𝙄   :  a long lost legacy left behind in the remains of a temple forgotten in the midst of war. armies that once protect them ,  tore them asunder.  only few remnants of an order sought to be extinct still exist , two of which stand side-by-side now.  and he hums ,  disapproving of the weight of the extinguished saber in the palm of his hand.    ❝    when’re we gonna be able to do something about ... all this ,  cal?     ❞    lips contort ,  twist into a grimace that did not suit him well.   ❝    it’s like we’re sitting ducks , you know?   it’s killing me , man !  ❞  -  @jediliad​ 

[sinspast]

❛    𝐂𝐀𝐋 .  ❜   soften voice reserved only for a select few ,  name whispered from under his breath.  a cant of his head ,  brows raise gently before his tone shifts  :   ❛    you’re not focusing.  again.     ❜   /   @jediliad​  !