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The sound of the water crashing against the waves. The birds singing in the trees. The woodland animals chirping away at each other. Nature's morning melody. Bo couldn't think of a more peaceful sound to hear, as she washes the leaves at the edge of the river bank. She was in charge of inventory today do, she was getting everything ready, making sure they were clean before taking them back to the kitchen.

"Morning Auggie." She greets the little alien who was at the make shift stove mixing the new batch. They had somone coming for a pick up today so, everyone was on their feet and moving early this morning.

[therapardalis]

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Doesn’t wanna be a bother. He’s just tinkering and all.

She’s welcome to come see him if she wants.

He’s never a bother.

Just got the impression he wanted some space for a while.

[lovelylostminds]

@ofrebelroots closed starter

Being the newbie isn’t fun, it brings attention- lots of attention. People start to wonder, what’s her name? What’s her story? Every newbie is mysterious, like a brand new toy. So when Charlotte got promoted to lead mechanic, she was automatically transferred to the main base of the resistance- D’qar. Charlotte’s is proud of the promotion, she’s good at what she does, its the reason why she was promoted and transferred and most importantly she was assigned to the Black Squadron Leader, Poe Dameron; the resistance’s poster boy, amazing pilot, a perfect example of great resistance member.

It’s been two weeks since she have arrived and since then she have fallen into a comfortable routine, she learned everyone’s names from her team and other Squadrons but she is yet to meet her assigned Pilot- his Squadron were still on a mission until her holopad began to beep of the incoming X-wings “Okay!” Charlotte called out to the mechanics on the hanger “We have incoming pilots, Black Squadron are back! Please go to your assigned pilots! Make sure you place take note of any damage in the holopad!” Charlotte then lifted her hand to her ear piece “Black Squadron, this the head mechanic-“ she talked into the ear piece “You are clean to land.” With the final confirmation, Charlotte head towards her assigned spot.

She’s nervous. She have heard lots of things about Poe Dameron and most of all- she have heard how the women practically swooned over the man. Finally she saw his x-wing land and she ran towards it, grabbing the ladder and placing it against the cockpit for the Pilot. “Commander Dameron.” She spoke up once she watched the cockpit open “I’m your new mechanic, head mechanic Charlotte Evergreen. Pleasure to meet you.” She offered him a smile before she watched a BB-Unit come down from its slot in the X-Wing- “Anything wrong with your X-Wing?” She asked while she took a step back once she saw Poe climbing down.

[tyrell-margaerytyrell-archive]

Friends of Finn || Rey & Poe

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Crait had definitely tested Rey’s abilities. The irony that after all that, saving the resistance had come down to lifting rocks, was not lost on Rey.

Nor was Luke’s sacrifice.

Yet she couldn’t help feeling a great amount of surging hope bubbling in her chest. They’d gotten the remainder of the Resistance onto the freighter known as the Millennium Falcon. She’d reunited with Finn.

And there was BB-8, excitedly beeping at her about their adventures so far, and how much trouble they’d gotten Finn out of. They and Finn had made a new friend, named Rose, and they thought she and Rey would get along swimmingly.

Oh!

BB started beeping a completely different sequence, but still positively excited. Rey glanced up over her shoulder and smiled shyly at the man who’d approached her. She’d seen him when she first moved the rocks, but there hadn’t been time for anything since.

“Hi.” Was all she could think to say for the moment, a bit exhausted, and having never learned that much about social courtesies in the first place. Besides, he was probably a full member of the resistance. A much bigger deal then her. “I’m Rey.”

[badxmotivator]

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“Just ...doodling.” 

It was her day off and deciding to spend it outside on a lovely day like this doing a little leisurely reading and some sketching was a perfect way to spend it. It was a bit more than just doodles... But she wasn’t entirely sure the handsome pilot would exactly enjoy the idea of being sketched so deep in thought. She had a bound book, terribly old fashioned, of course, instead of using a datapad. But that was for work, this was for herself. Poe’s dark brow furrowed on her paper, his jaw set while concentrating. It made for a rather telling moment in time. Even while relaxing in the gorgeous weather and beautiful surroundings a high ranking officer and one of the most prominent leaders of the Resistance Poe Dameron couldn’t ever really relax. 

“What about you, sir?”

She wasn’t an officer, had clearance only enough to gather laundry, which was mostly a job left to droids. But laundry relaxed her. And her actual job was assisting in repairing clothing, flight suits especially, and catering clothes to match certain fashions or environments of certain planets.

[dumbnbroody]

Unorthodox Recruitment; Closed

In her line of work, there is no avoiding Tatooine. Despite the fact that AN-8314 would rather sell her right kidney than step foot on this sandy cesspool again, it’s the breeding ground of at least 30% of her income. Mos Eisley is convenient, she can park her ship and make the trade yards away then treat herself to a drink after. If it wasn’t so damn hot, she’d actually visit more often.

“Everything is there, I thought you trusted me Fazza. Aren’t we closer than that?” Her eyes narrow behind her comically large goggles playfully at the grumbling merchant as he sifts through the bag of goodies she tossed on his table. She’s sweating under the numerous pieces of fabric she has wound around her face—not to conceal her identity, she couldn’t care less about hiding. The thought of being barefaced after all those years as a bucket head makes her feel shifty. Shifty enough that she’d risk a heatstroke in Tatooine of all places. The merchant pauses for a few moments before tossing a pouch at her, earning him a dramatic bow of gratitude before she turns on a dime and walks leisurely out of the shade of the tent.

Peering inside the pouch, her body language gets a whole lot less stiff, relief flooding over her. I’ll have enough for the next two weeks at this rate. Excitedly, she stuffs her credits away in her coat, slipping her gloved hands into her pockets as she practically skips along. Too preoccupied in her temporary wealth, AN-8314, or Sparky as her clients call her doesn’t notice that she’s being tailed. Plus, all the fabrics she’s wrapped up in takes her peripheral vision away entirely. A womp rat skitters in front of her path, making her stumble a bit before gathering herself and carefully stepping over the ugly creature. Months ago she’d consider kicking the damn thing, but ever since she turned a new leaf, she can hardly hurt a fly. The heavily modded blaster on her hip may beg to differ but it’s honestly just for show. That is until the First Order is involved, but that’s a whole other story.

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“Everyone? Really hard to believe you couldn't make one call.”

Poe had a bit of trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he couldn’t answer at least one call. To him, there were plenty of ways to tell someone what was going on without risk. Part of him just wanted to walk out of the room and call it a day. There wasn’t much he could do. He risked a fight if he picked the wrong words, but his emotions were getting clouding his judgment. The words he wanted to say were bubbling on his tongue and bit the inside of his cheek to stop them.

Scoffing at his words, he shook his head. Poe had been up waiting to hear from the other just to know that he was alright. Seeing Blue in this state wasn't helping him keeping his temper in check.

“Yeah, that’s what matters, I guess. Not that you have people worried about you. Nah, they’re fine. Thank everything you have your money, girls, and this business.

Save your apology.”

There wasn't anything for him to say. He could scream until his throat was raw but both of them were stubborn. Blue more than Poe. It wasn't his place to even say anything about what Blue did. Still, he would worry until he knew that the other was alright. Anything can happen and Poe dreaded getting a call that the worst had happened.

“ Really, you’re going to fucking start that with me? I am doing what I can to survive..! This is all I have! 

 Oh I failed to mention, your life would’ve been in jeopardy if I didn’t find a way to control this shit! These men are not forgiving and tend to want to go after relatives to the men that cross them. 

 You--- why am I even explaining myself at this point. What’s the point?”

  At this point he was a ticking time bomb, he felt as if his brother was judging him a little harshly. It wasn’t fair in his eyes, he felt he was doing his best to protect everyone, yet it was never good enough. In his eyes he never viewed himself as selfish.

 Blue began to pace, before he stopped at his desk. Balled fist lightly tapping against the table top. Letting out a huff, he glared off across the room. Parting his teeth as he then spoke. Groaning as his head reeled. Reaching for the nearest bottle, he took a swig. Clearing his throat, he then squinted looking at his brother. His expression contorted, from confusion then to a scowl.

“ Why do you even care to begin with? You’re never home and never were, once you turned eighteen you left. It’s always just been my fight alone and still is. You don’t think I don’t remember. 

  And these girls.....these girls are like MY FAMILY. 

    They are sometimes all I have and, and they never leave me..”    

[therapardalis]

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This wasn’t exactly a small town - not a city by any means, but much more than a few houses and a general store - but for all the size of it, Maz’s was still the only decent place in town. Plenty of places offered a straight-up bar, or on the other end of the scale an actual club, but for relaxed ambience and entertainment Maz’s had them beat.

Or at least it would have done, if not for ... well. She couldn’t blame him, could she? Thera had just turned away from the bar, her drink in hand and planning to head off down the back to shoot some pool, when she spotted a very familiar face. And the woman he was with.

Ah.

Logically, reasonably, like a grown adult, she had no call for the dull, sinking feeling that formed in the pit of her stomach. She had turned him down, she reminded herself sharply, and he was free to do whatever he wished. But she couldn’t deny there was a bit of a bite at having apparently been replaced so soon, and so easily.

But, well ... that was life for you. And, she supposed, her due comeuppance. Exhaling a sigh through her nose and studiously not looking his way, she continued on hers toward the back room.