#mostdaringpilot

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                                                                SHE  IS  TRYING  HER  BEST  to  not  let  the  anxiety  show  ---  but  she  is  a  XENOLINGUIST,  not  a  soldier  &  the  dress  she  had  been  wearing  does  not  help  at  all.  it  was  meant  to  be  easy.  discuss  diplomatic  relations,  tie  in  loose  ends   &&   nyota  had  been  the  best  candidate  because  she  speaks  the  language  and  is  least  likely  to  engage  in  a  fistfight.       she  supposes  they  did  not  take  into  account  the  possibility  of  being  on  the  receiving  end  of  said  fistfight.    still,  she  dodges  the  projectile  thrown  her  way,  reaches  down  to  the  skirt  of  her  dress  and  cuts  it  apart  with  the  dagger  she  had  hidden  against  her  thigh,  before  turning  towards  the  figure  to  her  right.           “  this  is  a  TERRIBLE  idea.  ”        /        @mostdaringpilot

[promiisekepta-blog]

round  like  a  tiny  sunshine           even  though  it  doesn’t  physically                            resemble  anything  cuddly, jane  can  tell  instantly  that  the  droid  would                                be  wonderful  at  snuggling. affectionate, maybe  like  a  pet. she  holds  her                        hand  out  towards  it, beckoning  it  towards  her  with  an  eager  heart. 

@mostdaringpilot // s.c.          

[kingsleigh]

Can I just say, as someone who is a photoshop novice, your tutorial on how to make PSD's is the absolute bomb?? It's not something I ever thought I would be able to do, and you just made it so easy and wow? Thank you so much for posting it, you're an absolute saint! <3

FAM !!  this is so dang sweet omg !  I literally live for these kind of messages, so i hope you know you just made my night.  Literally, people are the darn nicest things, and I’m just so so happy and blessed to know that my tutorials are helpful!  You are such a gem, darling! <3

*smooches tbh

[connixkaydelko]

@mostdaringpilot said: @connixkaydelko You have no idea how much that thought gives me life! She'll have a grumbly pilot on her hands.

Poe comes back from a longer mission and spots her sitting with a poster of himself hanging behind her at her desk. 

“You took too long. You’ve been replaced.” because obviously she missed him popping up behind her in the control room, not that she would tell him. So she found a solution and stole a poster. But also clearly she needs to be supervised so she made her own: Poster Boy Dameron. No one on the bridge was complaining.

his cockpit having a poster pinned on his seat one day. probably with some kind of stenciled on speech bubble or something to the effect of an Uncle Sam/Smokey the Bear inspirational type comment. ( Uncle Sam wants YOU/Only you can stop forest fires.)

Giving BB-8 a data bit with the HoloNet incident that just gives him a giant projected version of the poster

Over comms:

when the propaganda posters start appearing: “So apparently we now have a gift shop. Everyone can have their own Dammnneron.”

“So, when you get back, can you sign my headset? I want to auction it off to raise money for the Resistance. I’ve heard it’ll save us from bankruptcy. Even Kylo Ren is set to bid.”

“How do you want me to address you now? Codename: Resistance or Poster Boy?”

“How are those skies and stars doing?”

“Do you know how many bribes I’ve gotten today to be your controller? You’re lucky I’m loyal and won’t subject you to that. I could have made a fortune.”

Basically any chance to lighten a mood she will take to remind him of his favorite thing in existence; his propaganda poster.

She probably has a stack of copies in her bunk. For future exploits and pranks..

[hopetouched]

@mostdaringpilot

                    "I didn't think I'd run into you here on the ground." Each word that left the mechanized voice was supercilious. His hand brushed over the saber hanging on his belt for a fraction of a second before he decided to leave it. He would entertain the pilot for now. "I didn't think the Resistance would be so bold as to send a party after me and me alone. A vested interest in..."

     The man paused, obsidian visage hidden under the steel plating upon on his face. He could feel the shakiness in the other, but nothing else outside wildlife in the area around them. Reaching out further, still nothing. A vast feat on the planet of Yavin, no less.

                    "..Do they think so highly of you that you could take me by yourself?"

[rainofthesith-blog]

► @mostdaringpilot ♥ed

Zannah moved closer to him, having already tossed several others to the side with a quick tilt of her head to the side as she approached HIM. Her emotions shining through the cracks in her carefully crafted mask  she quickly pressed her opened palm forward with the intend of pinning him to the wall of the cargo bay. 

                  ❝I have little time for games. Where is the one who attacked my SHIP? WHERE have the Jedi gone?!❞

[awakenedtower-blog]

@mostdaringpilot

“Sit. I promise everyone has been tended to.” Resting a hand on the young pilots back Bodhi smiled at him. It seemed as if there was no need for real introductions, not yet. For now, they weren’t a rebellion, they were simply on the run. Rank had no business among the weary. 

Still, Bodhi knew this man. He had his fathers bearing, and his mother's brilliance, and most of all Leia’s attention. Only the most brilliant stars earned it, and Bodhi was starting to see why. “A leader is no good if they’re exhausted. Sit. I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Their rescue had come too late for many, but as he looked around the cargo hold that functioned as a dining hall Bodhi knew coming was the right choice. Even Leia had let herself rest, a well earned one he knew. They’d rally in the morning. 

[amidalaheir]

@mostdaringpilot wanted a thing and I fell asleep like a silly oops

Padmé shifted on the couch to face him, dark eyes taking in his exhausted face when she turned his cheek to get a better look. It was the middle of the night, she’d heard his eventual scream from his nightmare, neither of them could get back to sleep. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in months, which was probably true since his capture at the hands of Kylo Ren and the other battles that followed happened so close together all that time ago. 

“Now I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Think back on things that make you happy, things that make you feel at peace,” she murmured, gaze falling on BB-8 and BB-9 when they rolled over to see if Poe was okay and she shot them a smile. He’ll be fine. The hand that hovered before him was not there to harm him, but to heal. She’d seen how the Force had been used to make the pilot crumble, it was time to build those walls back up again. “Tell me, what do you see, Poe?”