#singthestarsdown

[jedipadawan4589]

Continued from here: @singthestarsdown

“is my generosity overwhelming you?” guanisi looked intently at amanda’s face, trying to determine which kind of emotion had caused her to turn down his offer. was it guilt over not being able to return the favor, fear that he was trying to use her for something, or was it genuine disinterest? he hadn’t thought inviting her to drink with him at the hotel bar would bother her when he had already paid for her room, but it was possible she had become wary of his intentions.

“i could avoid you altogether if you like, but i might implode from boredom if i did that. my concert isn’t until tomorrow and i have no friends on this planet. none that i’d want to share a drink with, that is.”

“M, maybe I am a overwhelmed, a little,” Praetor admitted, with a tiny and shy smile gracing her features. “I don’t know how I’ll repay you for the room alone.” She was a little more wary of mentioning the fact that she’d never so much as seen an alcoholic drink before... Just as well, she was expressly forbidden to taste it back then, lest she risk of her losing control. Not that the First Order would allow drinks in the first place, but that ban went both ways.

An amused snicker escaped her at Guanisi’s next comment, and she shook her head. “I was, rarely ever by myself for a long time, or bored. Imploding from it sounds rather painful, I’d hate to hear of my benefactor disappearing...” She tried putting a light energy into her joke, hoping it wouldn’t fall too flatly. As much as she’d expected being alone now, she didn’t exactly like turning down company... There were just so many worrying variables in her thoughts.

“I just might be... new to drinking. Among other things.”

[mechdreamt]

★  //;    @singthestarsdown    gets   skitch   just   bc.

A   NEW   SHIP   had   landed   in   the   hangar,   Skitch   was   assigned   first   look   over.   the   young   mechanic  slid   goggles   from   his   face—   BUNCHING   KNOTS   of   hair   upright.   he   was   unkempt   at   best   but   he   needn’t   be   anything   more   in   his   line   of   work.   there   was   a   dirt   line   crossing   both   his   cheeks   &&   the   bridge   of   his   nose,   complete   with   a   WIDE   GRIN    as   he   went   to   greet   the   owner   of   the   ship.  

his   trusty   pit   droid,   CHA-05,   SPRUNG   to   life   with   the   light   tap    Skitch   applied   to   his   lens   as   he   passed   on   his   way   to   the   pilot.   his   droid   went   to   work   running   analyst  checks—   chittering   &&   bonking   away.   to   an   outsider,   It   may   come   across   as   QUITE   BIZARRE   with   the   droid   mindlessly   bonking   parts   of   the   ship   with   its   metallic   hands,   but   there   was   a   method   in   the   madness.   or   at   least,   that’s   what   Skitch   told   people.  

approaching   the   front   of   the   ship,   Skitch   greeted   its   owner.   ❛    —   hey,   how’s   she   doing  ??    ❜    he   jabs   a   thumb   to   the  ship.   STRAIGHT   TO   THE   POINT.   the   mechanic   was   certainly   a   contrast   in   appearance   to   the   other   male   but   that   didn’t   stop  Skitch   from   extending   a   hand   for   him   to   shake—   complete   with   oily   marks   &&   course   skin.  

[vuulpecula]

      "Some of the others are saying you sing,” Fox often found that conversation with the civilians could ease their distress after situations such as this. “You don’t have to sing or anything, I just thought that was a neat gift. We haven’t heard a good singer for a while.” Her hands were gentle as they took his, turning it over and over while she sought out more cuts to be cleansed. Every pilot in the squadron was trained as a medic as a precaution. There was no telling where this war would take them, they had to be ready. “What’s your name, pal?” 

@singthestarsdown ❤’d for a STARTER.

[hopegained-a]

@singthestarsdown from here

“C’mon! They’re right there and you’re not kriffing doing anything?” Frustration was clear in his voice. How could this man be so composed in the face of danger? THE FIRST ORDER was not a faction anybody could ignore and simply outrun.

“You think they give a damn about who you are before they blow us BOTH to pieces?” Guanisi might have his own fair share of stubborn Resistance soldiers he had to deal with, but Eron had no time to sit idly by and watch the shuttle fly past. Blue eyes glanced back and forth between the pilot and the hallway leading out of the cockpit. If the man wasn’t going to attack, then he would.

This type of freighter was too high-class to not have even the most basic weapons system equipped. He thought to ask about the rest of the ship’s capabilities before he could take the matters into his own hands. “How good is your shielding?”