#ofspies

[heatwavcs-blog]

@ofspies

torture. complete and utter torture was what it was. watching the only person she truly ever loved lay peacefully, drifting off to his death no doubt, made her want to scream and break something. the fact that there was also nothing she could do but hope they make it to iego on time was testing her mental stability and yet, orion sat there by his bedside, fingers calmly brushing through his matted brown hair. she wondered if he was suffering just as much as she. or perhaps the force had granted him good dreams before it did the deed and tore him away from the galaxy once more --and this time, on it’s own terms. 

she watched gael with soft and tired eyes. his breathing and the ships mechanics were the only things she could hear. her shaking hands moved to stroke the side of his face as her thoughts continued to consume her. orion was so tired, she was sure he was too. but they were so close to the cure but they had held on to each other for this long, surely their efforts shouldn’t go to waste, right? but if it meant that he had to hurt, it wasn’t worth it. 

“it’s okay...” orion quietly admitted, a small smile on her face. she hoped he could hear her or then again, maybe not. she wasn’t sure. “you don’t have to fight. not anymore,” she said with a shake of her head. “i’m sorry i wanted you too, even though you were already okay with going.” she let out a disheartened laugh, scooting herself closer to him. “but really, if you want to let go, who am i to prevent you from doing that? hell, i want you to let go. i want you to move on. i want you to finally have some peace. i.. i want the best for you, gael.”

“so please, i know it hurts. but it can stop right now if you want it to. just know that it’s okay. i’ll be okay. jyn and cassian are here and... the resistance got out of naboo. i can start piloting and doing missions again and even though you won’t be around, i’ll keep you around. we were made for each other, did you know that? but good things can never stay long, not in this galaxy anyway. but you’ll always be my best friend, gael. it’s just how it’s been since the beginning and just because you’re gonna be gone again isn’t gonna change a single damn thing.”

hot tears dripped from her eyes as her heart felt like it was going to be ripped out of her chest at any given moment. but she needed to say it and he needed to know. “we’re gonna be fine, i promise. now stop fighting, because you’ve been doing that for far too long. just let go. please... i love you.”

[warstraincd-blog]

When Noah woke up, all they could remember was the heat surrounding them. They felt a sheen of sweat on their skin-- but a shiver ran through their body. Noah needed to see their Master. Noah needed someone to ground them. But they were in a cold and metallic ship, far from where they had lived previously. 

“M--Mm--” Noah stumbled with their words, arms wrapping around themself as a form of defense. There were symbols on the ship. Where were they? 

There. That symbol Noah recognized. A First Order ship. Oh, kriff. That panic just ricocheted. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Noah started to breathe too quickly, their breaths coming out as hyperventilating gasps. 

Slow. Slower. Noah scrunched their eyes tight to bring themself back to this moment. You’re okay. Just calm down. You need a plan. 

Luckily for Noah, they were fairly good at communications. They may have immersed themself totally into jedi training,but they had some other interests as well. Comm work was one of the things that piqued their interest. Sneaking to find a vacant area to radio out, Noah had to stop and think of a code name. They couldn’t just put their actual name out there. But what did they even say? They came back to life and were now here? 

Noah had to take some time, constantly looking behind them to watch for anyone coming. Their hands shook as they worked to mask a signal out to any resistance ships nearby. 

“Hello? Hello, is anyone out there? This is J, I’m in---in the resistance and have been stranded on a First Order ship, is there anyone there?” Noah tried to sound professional, but the timbre and shakiness of their voice betrayed their youth, inexperience, and anxiety. @ofspies

[heatwavcs-blog]

@ofspies​

“hey,” she greeted, leaning on the entrance to the cockpit. orion needed to stretch her legs after sitting down next to gael for so long and tending to jyn as much as she could. “jyn’s getting a little restless,” she stated, dropping down into the cockpit and standing next to the co-pilot seat, resting a hand on it. “and gael is... well, he’s breathing,” orion sighed. she just wanted to get to this damn cure before their significant others ceased to exist and the both of them were forced to wallow together in a bitter misery for their rest of their lives. “how are you holding up?”

[heatwavcs-blog]

“ you’re not actually considering this. ” from cassian

“…i mean, i already considered it. a very long time ago… and i’ll be the first to admit that you were right cassian,” orion sighed in defeat despite her small smile. he did indeed say that gael had eyes for her since the beginning “sorry! but it was sort of inevitable.” she wasn’t sorry. not really. “but c’mon!” orion exclaimed, her voice going up a few octaves higher than usual. “it’ll be fun! plus, jyn was the one who suggested it to me so..” she was trying to convince cassian that a hangout/sort of double date would be a good idea. “don’t you want to have a drink and be with your favorite people?”

[frcmnowhere]

@ofspies​

"i never meant to hurt anyone,” she said, looking down at her fingers as she absentmindedly played with them. “i just thought it was the right thing to do at the time.”

[warstraincd-blog]

“ you can resist it. you have to. ” for noah

Noah let out a shuddering sigh. They had only recently come back from the dead. And even in life, they had not been trained to become a spy. They were trained to eventually become a jedi. But of course, all was for naught. They perished. And now they worked as a mole. “I know,” they whispered, keeping their voice soft so others would not hear the comm. “I know, I’m trying. I’ve never… this isn’t my expertise.” And Noah knew that if they failed… the Order would do whatever they could to make them talk. Which is why Noah did not want to know about bases, names, or anything.