#scargivr

[raehs-a]

" niima outpost is that way, stay off kelvin ridge. keep away from the sinking fields in the north, you'll drown in the sand. " rey pushed their goggles onto her forehead and looked towards @scargivr. she wasn't a tour guide, she wasn't going to the show them around. most could figure it out for themselves. rey was being nice.

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[corr1no]

@scargivr , 𝙺𝙾𝚁𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 : sent  "🗡️" for the sender to point a weapon at the receiver

a single gasp escapes rose - tinted petals , soft & potent against the mordant splendour of her highness's bedchambers . verdant hues narrow , fixing on the clinquant silver , only to travel up to its wielder . chin held defiantly high , poised for direct confrontation , betrayed only by frenzied rabbit's drumming of the pulse point .

❛ not a wise decision ❜ she declares , tone laced with patronising inflection , 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 . gaze remains unwavering , unwilling to part with inherent imperial demeanour even at knifepoint . ❛ how did you manage to bypass the guards ? ❜

[satellitewar-archived]

a starter for @scargivr, with arra

beggars can't be choosers. that's the strongest sentiment arra can conjure up in this last-ditch, fragmented semblance of a scenario — a jedi, separated from her squad of clone troopers, and the stray smuggler who stumbled into her path and ended up in the very same trap she fell in. she doesn't want to work with this rogue figure, this unpredictable unknown she can't control, but what other choice does she have? they're stuck. together. that's the end of it. the stranger is equipped with decimating firepower and the strongest, fiercest glint in their eye, something arra recognizes and tries to respect. "we have to work together." finally arra's voice breaches the cumbersome silence stretching between them, lightsaber off but gripped in her hand. "that's the only way we're getting out of here alive, and as much as i don't trust you..." the truth, at least, as arra studies the smuggler's taut expression, "i think i have to trust you here. in return for your assistance," she goes on, straightening her shoulders, "when we reach the surface, i won't tell a soul you were with me. i return to my ship and my troops, and you... well, you do whatever you'd like." the space around them is cramped, and though the walls aren't moving closer or squeezing them in, it certainly begins to feel that way with every breath. "are we in agreement, smuggler? do we have a deal?"