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rapiertwo replied to your post: rapiertwo replied to your post: ...
karé being 100% spitting mad and overly active all the time to avoid thinking about anything else ( like the last time they were on base )
poe just resolutely Not Thinking About It --- giving people the tour of the base, hunkering down to talk strategy with who's left alive, trying to make contact with other resistance allies --- except to request that they Not stay in their former quarters
propheticfire replied to your post “Since I mentioned it...”
I LOVE HIM TELL HIM THAT I LOVE HIM.
rapiertwo replied to your post “Since I mentioned it...”
WHAT AN A+ BABE
Pakla: [blows a kiss] The fans keep me alive and grounded.
poe: we're the spark that will light the fire that'll burn the first order down.
karé & iolo: (prepare grenade launchers and flamethrowers)
muran: wait i thought we were just speaking metaphorically
“ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ”
“Sounds like someone’s been talking to Ordo,” Etain says as she looks down at the blackmarket mods scattered across the tool bench. She picks up a piece, examines it, and shows it to Kare for approval. “Though as someone who still has a Clone Wars Trandoshan LJ-50 in storage on Nar Shaddaa, maybe it would be too hypocritical of me to argue the point.”
Not that Kare likely has ever seen one of the massive Trandoshan concussion rifles, or has much idea of how it must have looked for a Jedi to carry one back then. To say nothing of the modified Cip-Quad Mereel had bought her after, its already considerable microrepulsor harness modified to suit her stature.
Still, back to the point at hand.
“There is still something to be said for finesse and caution though.” Reaching out, she takes Kare’s hand, rubbing the young pilot’s fingertips deliberately across the tiniest, most subtle of fissures. A hairline crack shot through the center of the module. “Ad’ika, where did your suppliers scrounge these up from again?”
rapiertwo replied to your post “When you try to figure out how the ranking in SW and, subsequently,...”
so that's got to be the highest rank in the corps section of the resistance, but then leia was a general, and ackbar was an admiral right ? and holdo was vice admiral, so....
YEAH i don’t get the use of both General and Admiral, unless they were actually responsible for different things, kinda like the RL navy/air force/army thing, but then why would they use the one that is the SW equivalent for army on Poe of all people??? Who (if we say that their aircrafts are “ships” and thus the Navy ranking applies to all ship-based leaders, thus explaining the Admiral ranks) should have gone from Captain to Commander and not the other way around...
Like, I’m so confused, do they only have one ranking system, do they have two....how does it work.....me @ SW, what does your world building look like???
@rapiertwo replied to your post “i hate the art in the sw comic, i hated it in the vader comic, when...”
the faces are so detailed when the backgrounds are almost non-shaded one-tone colors it's just ?? nonsensical ?? who looked at this and thought : ah yes i want this colouring style and art for the official star wars comics
i mean i guess good for the colorist in figuring out how to draw more realistic faces, but it reeeeally does not mesh with the rest of the gradients thrown in to color everything other than faces
(though huh, apparently it’s been a different colorist the last two issues, they’re just colored...exactly the same way? equally bad as the last guy, though)
repeat after me: barney barton loves simone powell so much
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“Ah, don’t worry, Genet’s too dull to bite at strangers.” The strill lay curled up in the middle of the path through the room, nesting in a shaped pile of flimsi. Even fully grown by some years now, Genet was still so small, no bigger than a human toddler.
Still big enough to block the way. Ordo prodded the pile of wrinkly gray fur with his foot. “Ara’novo goyust’ika. Ke’shaadla.” Genet stretched and let out one, high sleepy whine—but remained stubbornly planted.
“Poor idiot’s too friendly. Just step over.” Genet’s tail thumped the side of Ordo’s desk. “Mind the tail.”
