#naboospage

[call-me-spectre-five]

l  closed starter  l @naboospage 

Part of the healing was re-acquainting themself with the people they used to know. Sabine knew that she couldn’t spend forever on the outskirts of the galaxy, hunting down dead-ended information and criminal bounties alike. Grief had pushed her to seek space, but they knew now that the time for being alone was over. The last few weeks, she’d been gradually talking to more people from their past (Iden, Ahsoka, Kallus). Though some of the conversations were painful, she knew that being vulnerable is what her family would want her to do. Ezra and Tristan would want this for her. 

“Sache, my friend! This is Sabine.”

They spoke with more enthusiasm then they actually felt, hoping their facade wouldn’t be read through the blur of the holo-message. The two had been good friends, once upon a time, when the Rebellion had been in its most desperate need for agents of all kinds (and Sache had proved more capable than most).

“It’s been a while, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. I was hoping we could catch up sometime soon. When you have time, of course.”

They fiddled with the hem of their flight suit a moment before wrapping the message up with a pointed smile and a wink.

“Hope to hear from you soon, Sache. Safe travels.”

[spectreoflasan]

Zeb stood at the edge of the training grounds with his arms crossed. Sache’s training session for the new recruits was just winding down. The three years Zeb skipped had completely transformed the atmosphere at the Rebel base. For Zeb, it was just a week ago that their thinly-stretched ranks had to scramble to cover critical stations in the heat of war. Last time they were here, every face was familiar and battle-weary, and the new recruits often got dispatched as soon as they knew one end of a blaster from the other. Now, these fresh faces had time to laugh and joke while Sache led them through a proper training regimen. By the time she called an end to the last sparring match, Zeb was itching to join in.

“Not bad for a bunch of newbies. When they’re ready for a real challenge, just say the word and point me at ‘em.” They cracked their knuckles theatrically. But as much as Zeb would love a friendly spar, that’s not what he came to her about. “If you’ve got any bucketheads you need cleaned up, though, that’s even better. Know where I could find some?”

@naboospage

[generally-scheming]

“What about our lives, you son of a bitch?”

"What about them?" Hux took a sip of tea and reclined into his sofa. This was not the first time that the access codes to his direct line had leaked to a rebel sympathizer, and it doubtless would not be the last. His lips twisted in a smirk. "Perhaps you should have considered the natural progression of cause and effect before you picked a fight with a regime in possession of a planet-destroying superweapon."

He ended the call. His next sip tasted sweeter.

[mvchinery]

“you’re taking care of them?” (seyn)

seyn smiled slightly, a small twist of their lips. "i'm trying to. what do you think ? "

[ofmavericks]

closed starter for @naboospage​​ prompt: “it seems that this has gotten more complicated.” characters: amilyn holdo &. saché

“ you are kidding, right? ” amilyn said from her place on the ground, back pressed against the training mat, “ i don’t think i even managed to knock you down once ”  they said letting out a laugh, mostly to stop herself from saying ‘i hope to be in such a great shape when i’m your age’. ever since she learned about the elite force that protected naboo royalty, amilyn had become fascinated, specially with learning their fighting technique. when you lacked the natural advantage of size, you had to adapt, and learn to use everything available to you. “ am i even making any progress ? ”

[generally-scheming]

“no, not odd, just lucky.“

Hux pauses and gives the stranger another look. But stranger isn’t the right word, is it? He knows this face; he remembers her from the Academy’s lessons on the failed Republic. Since he’s found himself in this new time, she’s appeared on holovids of the New Republic senate proceedings. Hux should not have been surprised. If he’s been sent back in time, is it really so odd that Senator Amidala has been sent forward? It must be her, the likeness is too close to dismiss. This might be an excellent opportunity to gather some intel on his enemies.

“Lucky indeed,” Hux says. “You look rather familiar. Might I have seen you somewhere before? The news, perhaps?”