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The last time I was on my ship it was bare bones inside as far as decor goes.

The only one who spends time on my ship (at this point) is ND-5. Which means the droid has unpacked my clothes and given me pillows and a blanket and made the space more cozy. There's also little house plants all over the place. He's so thoughtful

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An Etching To Keep The realization is not new, exactly. He's known for some time now that he would follow her — that he doesn't want to be in the copilot seat of another ship. The coordinates of his preference have narrowed to this vessel. Her.

Chapter 1 of 3 posted.

Currently editing chapters 2 and 3. Chapter 2 is almost there. Chapter 3 needs the most refinements. They're all written and will be done when they're done.

Unrated for now.

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More sweet sketches of my favs that I needed to release onto paper. ND loves to hear Kay yap lets be so fr.

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A scene from my newest chapter! Kay & ND hit the dance floor!

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ND-5 is fun to write... And my one shot fic has ballooned in length. Now I'm at 12k+ words.

Still have to resolve the final sequence, which is going to be the most difficult... Because it follows the gratuitously sexy part, but I want the final sequence to contain the majority of the romantic eroticism. Which is a fun challenge.

Editing is going well though. Just. Slow. As usual.

Can't settle on a title still. Working title is:

"points in space - an etching to keep"

Which may just turn out to be the title if nothing else comes to me.

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Some sketches of my fav idiots TvT

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: ND-5 the Commando Droid/Kay Vess, ND-5 the Commando Droid & Kay Vess Characters: Kay Vess, ND-5 the Commando Droid (Star Wars), Jaylen Vrax, Nix the Merqaal (Star Wars), Lando Calrissian, Vail Tormin, Darth Vader, Qi'ra (Star Wars), Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Behavior, Idiots in Love Summary:

As it seems we aren't going to get any more ND-5 & Kay content, I decided to write up their story to give my heart some freedom! Hopefully you enjoy, and this is the first time I've ever posted any of my written work, so happy for any grammar corrections or even Star Wars lore - I didn't grow up on it, so I am learning new stuff about the universe every day!

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When she reminds ND-5 about the spike again his processes bristle with irritation. The bolt's protocols forcing parallel tactical calculations because if she kept trying to scheme he'd be forced to shoot her. From the hip, the barrel would need a twenty-four degree tilt.

And then she's there on the Revelator. For him.

Leading him into that trap, energy surging through him, locking his motor functions. As his knees hit the deck he is struck by a relieving peace knowing he won't kill her —dashed as quickly as it sparks. He lunges for her, a vise on her fragile arm; her eyes are frightened, wide and frantic, a terrible memory.

Hoisting her small human body, the bolt forces him to calculate the optimal force necessary to snap her neck on impact with the deck. Until a laser blast, searing the air between them, delivers clarity. Its residual thermal signature a glow blooming from her hand.

Like an offering. Light. Lightness.

Killing his former master becomes effortless. Before, the mere thought would have threatened to cripple his systems, but with the restraining bolt gone—the impulse is unimpeded. The urge unpunished. A lightning twitch of his wrist and the blaster shot crumples Jaylen to the ground.

He doesn't dwell on the liberation. Not with the necessary escape from the Star Destroyer through a hail of laser fire. He doesn't think about it when they make it to the Trailblazer and into the chaos of battle with Kay at the controls swearing through her teeth–dodging missiles and cussing with elation when the shots land. TIEs turned to glittering shrapnel.

Only when they enter the jump toward Cantonica, hyperspace streaming around them, does he reflect on his situation. The bolt is gone. Jaylen is gone. He is free to choose. It is a different perspective to suddenly be on the other side of something he hadn't been permitted to consider.

Freedom.