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[rogueintheclouds]

Screaming Into The Void

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Rhys stood with her helmet propped on her hip, an easy at-rest posture that looked cocky but was really just a result of weight-distribution -- and after all these years, was as natural to the veteran snubfighter pilot as the grip of her X-Wing’s yoke against her gloved palms. She gave the not-so-veteran pilot sitting in the simulator in front of her a crooked grin and said, “Hey don’t sweat it, Solo. Screaming into the void -- natural or simulated -- is a time honored and widely accepted technique for dealing with ‘all of this’ that the entirety of Starfighter Command will back you up on. If the Jedi Council has a bone to pick with you for utilizing it, they’ll have to come through the rest of us to do it.”

Her grin widened as she added, “And given that the guy who heads that Council used to be in Starfighter Command, they’d probably be better off keeping said bones to themselves.”

Rhysati chuckled, but then her smile softened into an expression of sympathy and she asked gently, “Anything you want to talk about, now that you’re done overloading the audio-dampeners of the simulators?”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Aunting

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Taryn Zel walked through the door without salutation, tugging her tangled red curls free of their golden pins and shaking her head to loosen them. “Stang, I’m tired. Are all Force Sensitive kids that much work?” she asked, plopping an elegant-but-functional vibrosword on the counter. Its pearly blade was dulled somewhat by a faint reddish-brown smear that looked suspiciously like dried blood. “I don’t remember her being that hard to look after when she was little,” Taryn continued, bending down to root through the stasis-cooler for a beverage. She cracked the seal and straightened, finally turning to face Jaina.

“Makes me real glad Zekk and I aren’t having kids,” Taryn laughed then raised an eyebrow. “Sure you and Mister Duraspine aren’t going to rethink things?” she asked teasingly.

[lastsoloheir]

Nightmare Bonds

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Allana nodded understanding, perhaps acting too serious for her age once again – that was the sort of thing people often said about her anyway, even if she wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. Could she help it that she felt serious, sometimes? Sometimes the galaxy was serious; what was she supposed to do about that? She could joke like Grandpa Han, perhaps, joke until everything felt a little less awful and dire and scary, but she didn’t think she was very good at jokes.

“I have nightmares sometimes too,” she told Jaina instead of trying for a joke. “It’s not something you should feel ashamed about.” Her mother had told Allana that a long time ago, and she believed it even more now.

She walked into the kitchen and climbed up onto a stool, swiveling until she had spun back around to face her secret aunt. “I like tea,” she said -- not a request or a demand, but a statement of fact that invited an offer without expressing something that could be construed as an obligation or weakness. Allana knew she didn’t need to act like that anymore -- especially not around her family -- but old habits were hard to break, especially when she was sleepy, and she fell back into Hapan courtly ways without thinking.

“I like the red ones best,” she added helpfully, finally cracking a small smile.

[stcrsbcrn]

@kadbejetiise said:

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.” | Sparring/Training Sentence Starters

“That’s how you know you did it right.”

A proud smile tugs at her lips, arms stretching over her head even as that pleasant ache of having exercised her limbs for so long ran through them. If Mara was going to have an apprentice she was going to make sure that come hell or high water that Jaina be prepared for whatever the galaxy could throw at her. Even if her niece was already incredibly gifted in terms of using the force and a lightsaber, the redhead still found it only right that they train together. One could never be too ready. Better to be prepared than caught off guard, anyway. 

Plus it gave them something to do together and Mara rather enjoyed the girl’s company, especially when they weren't in the middle of a life or death situation.

“But it was worth it, right?”

[mandomirtagev]

Tall Tails and Tattling

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"I do not,” Mirta protested, indignant and amused in almost equal measure. “I’m not ba’buir -- and honestly, I don’t think he records nearly as much as you think he does, either. Not with his HUD, anyway.” Mirta rolled her eyes; her own buy'ce currently being propped oh-so-casually on the edge of the bar meant that Jaina could see the expression as easily as any of the other chakaare slumped around the room, but Mirta had no reason to hide her face here. As she’d reminded Jaina, she wasn’t Boba Fett -- her helmet was removable. She didn’t feel the need to consume all her drinks through a straw.

“His gedin'la memory is another matter,” she continued after a long quaff of said drink and a disgruntled crinkling of her nose. “But he’s not actually recording things. Mostly. I think.” The caveat came from the fact that she really didn’t know her ba’buir all that well sometimes; not even Bevan did. They could all mostly predict which way Boba Fett would jump -- he was, in many ways, an extremely reliable person, at least as far as certain things went -- but every now and then, he still surprised them all. But Mirta really didn’t think he bothered making regular holorecordings. Certainly not of daily life.

“I expect your parents have way more holorecordings of the mess of you lot than anybody does of me,” she went on. The bitterness that usually infested her voice whenever the topic of Jaina’s twin entered conversation was missing at the moment; this wasn’t their usual sort of discussion involving Jacen Solo. “Whether they wanted them or not,” Mirta added with a snort; no one was a fan of sludge-news, not even bounty hunters like her. “And until you can produce one documenting this so-called X-Wing escapade, I refuse to believe a word of it. And I am recording your lie right now,” she finished, patting her bucket affectionately.

[rbeljedi]

STARTER || @kadbejetiise

“Just because he’s bigger than you now, he’s still your little brother.  That might not mean a lot now, but it will some day.  

“No matter how mad you are at Jacen, he’s still your brother.” 

[corelliaforged]

“Don’t take the vibroblade out!” (Kadbejetiise)

“For the love of--” A hand clutched near the spot where the blade was buried in his thigh. If the ‘medic’ were anyone but his daughter, Han wouldn’t have put quite as much effort into restraining the venom in his tone. “It doesn’t feel great IN THERE, sweetheart.”

[tastybouquet-a]

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  “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

  Zekk knew prodding Jaina Solo when it came to her physical condition was like poking a Knytix nest sometimes -- she was always fine, she would say. But there was more blood on her jumpsuit than he had seen in a long time on anyone. It was the start of a war, so he expected this sight to sadly become a normality on and for so many others in the near future, but he pushed that thought aside and scanned their surroundings for any of the Vong before ducking down and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

  “And don’t say you’re fine.”