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“Luke! Give that back!” Jyn calls out, teeth grinding and eyes narrowing. “I swear when I get my hands on you, I’m going to murder you.” Of course, she won’t murder him, but he was going to be in for it if he didn’t give back what he’d just grabbed. 

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     It was just supposed to be a training session, stick-fighting to practice their techniques without causing each other or their surrounding environment any damage, last time they’d nearly sliced a wall in half-- but something dark lingered in Luke’s emotions and it set their entire duel on edge. “Luke...” There is a low warning in Jyn’s tone, her stick held above her to block his own from coming down on her. His own cracks her stick in half and Jyn senses something disturbing rising in his emotions. Yes, practice was serious, but the furious way he was attacking was uncalled for.

     Jyn kicks out knocking him back and spinning herself so she’s standing with half a stick in each hand. She holds them defensively as he comes in for another attack. The clash lasts long enough for him to surprise her and for her to be knocked into a wall hard, a small gash formed on the side of her head. “Luke, stop. NOW.” She states, hand reaching out and using the force to send him backward when she sees him coming toward her again. She can sense the darkness in his emotions, the feeling of being overwhelmed by them and blinded to actions and so she hopes her voice and action is enough to bring him out of it.

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@sonofajedi continued from ask - Rey lowered the lightsaber a disappointed look on her face. "Oh alright" She replied, "I learnt how to manipulate the weak minded on the ship.. and move things with the force.. well the lightsaber" Rey admitted "Though I think that might have been because I was under pressure"

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     “Hey, flyboy.” Jyn calls from where she’s placed herself, clothes pale and ordinary. She’s leaning against the side of a building observing and yet seeming to blend into the atmosphere flawlessly. “Yes, you.” She confirms. Jyn’s never met the kid before but she’s seen him with his aunt and uncle and observed his interest in the ships that had landed in the area. 

     “Word of advice, if you don’t want to get spaced I’d suggest steering clear of the area today.” It had been obvious to her that what had seemed a simple scuffle on the other side of the market was quickly escalating into something more, even if most people seemed unaware of it as yet. However, she doesn’t stick around to find out, instead pushing off the wall and turning on her heel to walk in the opposite direction without another word.

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TRUTH | Closed

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      He’s not the sandy-haired child she remembers.           She’s not the sixteen-year-old fireball who looked                          out for him on Tatooine either. 

They aren’t the same people they once were and it’s         almost chilling to realize that maybe they never really   were those people to begin with. Not really. Their destinies had        already been set, the force weaving them into the fabric of a                    chaotic saga before they even realized it. 

          She had set the course, getting the plans for the Death Star.                 He had fired the shot and completed her father’s mission. 

                                 They had both known Obi-Wan.

    He was Luke Skywalker,            and she isn’t Liana                  no, she was Jyn Erso 

                          and they were both rebels now.

     There hadn’t been time to speak to him before the mission, hadn’t been time to process the death of someone they both held so close to their hearts. Jyn Erso had still been in recovery-- and had nearly murdered a medical droid in her stubbornness to want to be part of the fight herself, injury be damned. Yet now an eternity was held in suspension as she stood feet away from Luke, leaning on the side of a ship to support her injured leg. She doesn’t launch into explanations, just offers two words that speak more volumes than a collection of archives. “Thank you.” And maybe that’s all she needs to say in that moment because they share an understanding that only they know.

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     Micro-waves skid across the surface, tiny specs of water clashing with the glass’ edge as soft vibrations subtly rattle the medical quarter’s Jyn’s located within. She still lacked a proper acclimation to the base-- for there had not been the time-- however, if she had to guess, she suspected her location to be under the hanger, or at least near it. Dark hues observe as one particular wave managed to spill over the side before the opening of the door draws her attention elsewhere. Part of her expect it to be Cassian or Bodhi, or even a medical droid, but Luke Skywalker? 

     “Twice in as many days. Careful Skywalker, I might start to think you fancy me.” Her tone is soft and joking, almost as if she’s greeting an old friend and not the boy she met briefly before the assault on the Death Star. Except, perhaps in some strange and round-about way they were something different. Luke Skywalker had completed the mission her father had begun and the mission she had helped bring forth. They held an unspoken understanding between them that almost made Jyn feel as if she’d known him for years for she knew his suffering, knew his determination, knew his purpose for they were much the same as her own. Strange it was, and yet, present all the same. “Thank you, Luke, for finishing what my father started.” Jyn finally offers.

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             He was tired and dizzy and he knew from experience that this was only the beginning. He wished he could say he was prepared, that his body wasn’t already aching, that his jaw didn’t throb from where they’d smacked him with the butt of a blaster. All in all, he guessed it could be worse (and it would be before they killed him). There were no strings his father could pull that would get him out of this one.

             Azes was seated on the floor of the nondescript, general purpose, Imperial cell when the door hissed open. He tensed immediately, certain he was being taken out for another round of torture questioning. Instead, they shoved someone inside, and the door snapped closed without a word. Azes tried to listen for their footsteps, tried to feel them with what little understanding of the Force he had. He had worked on guard duty for six months back when he was a stormtooper, but so far that had done nothing to help him here. When he thought it was all quiet, Azes forced his stiff body toward the prone male.

                           “Hey,” Azes murmured, unconsciously nudging with the Force. “Hey...are you alright?”

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✤ —a memory that involves romance/love

       ‘twas an old memory, but one talia never wanted to lose. 

one of her father – of him telling a story, spinning a tale unlike any other. it was of a place beyond the wall, beyond where she would ever step foot … it was of a place where near anything was possible. 

the gleam in her father’s eyes  — oh how convincing it had been to a child. he’d made her PROMISE not to tell anyone… that it would be   their   secret. ‘twas their special song for his songbird, he had claimed. one only for h e r. 

 at the time, she had thought it to be a truth. she had thought her father had trusted her with some SPECIAL secret — the name of the place beyond the wall was lost to her, but she would never forget the way her father spoke of it. if she did not know better, she would think it to be real. 

she missed her father dearly & when she missed him too much… she would think of their secret. their     story. when he had told her of it, she had felt something near indescribable….she had felt LOVED.