#scatteredgalaxywide

[kyberled-a]

when you decide to be something, you can be it. (you caught tani's attention, don't question it young braig)

THE DEPARTED | STARTERS

“I imagine that this will take more than a decision, but… I appreciate the vote of confidence. I’ll do my best to earn it.” 

[kyberled-a]

“Oh no, your words hurt me so much. How will I live?” (from Fives)

Snarky starters

“Why, in the shadow of my glory, of course. Along with everyone else.”

He can barely get it out before he’s laughing again. It’s nice, he thinks, being able to relax like this in between battles. It almost made everything else seem not so bad.

[kyberled-a]

"What happened to you?" (from Fives)

* hurt prompts

Braig looked down to his tattered tunic, then back up to Fives.

“I told General Grievous he’d look much more flattering with a nice rose-gold finish.” He offered a strained grin, wiped his hand over the corner of his mouth.

“I suppose he didn’t appreciate that, much.” 

…

“Would you mind giving me a hand to the medbay? This actually really hurts.”

[nieithryn]

@scatteredgalaxywide wanted a Rogue

             Armor was armor...but in all honesty, the weight and abilities of the Mandalorian beskar’gam was far, far superior to the old Sith robes and the Ascendency’s sturdy, blaster-resistant cloth.  Of all of it, the helmet was the hardest to get used to, but the clan had been patient with him...these days, reaching out with the Force through the helmet, interpreting what it told him through the sensors...was almost second-nature.

             Still, when he rarely went off-world, it was strange to see another Mandalorian, and he stepped lightly, in an attempt to avoid her.  There was pain in the Force around her, and too easily did it remind him of things he had put behind.  He was here for the clan...he could hope she didn’t grow angry, at least.