#spinebarrels

[renascendant]

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

headcanon questions

To be honest, it was likely the night he thought Luke betrayed him. Though he was definitely a young adult by then, he was still considered to be quite young and not all that grown up by his family or peers in their eyes. His quick reaction to defend himself was certainly the line that was drawn too far. Thereafter he was treated more as an adult by Snoke, in his opinion. That is why when Snoke calls him a boy in TLJ it is a greater insult.

[etoilebleu]

@spinebarrels sent: ❛ Well, that was an interesting first impression. ❜

" well I just think you're MUCH more interesting than listening to my council try and budge me in a direction im not going. " she breathed, adjusting the skirt of her gown after jumping down from an open balcony above the garden.

hands folded in front of her, gathering herself to speak to her guest and gesturing for her to begin to walk with her.

" so you're a jedi ? "

she was here for...something about w anting her planet's support.

"I bet you've been all sorts of places. what's that like for you?"

[renascendant]

@spinebarrels

⸻ ⛧ 𝘓𝘐𝘉𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘉𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 & therefore it is what led him to Ultaar. Access to remnants of the First Order were easily breached as no one had permissions as far reaching as the SUPREME LEADER. ( presumed dead or not ) According to the communications, the colonel long-since stationed there refused to relinquish his fist despite the state of dismay the Order had been left after Exegol. But this has been a common problem for thousands of years. No one knew how to let go. Too many dangerous people always holding fast to ambitions.

To Ben, it wasn't quite about the people of Ultaar, but a final retribution. Maybe he could not give up his existence to the New New Republic, as being dead would be much less helpful than what he could do to atone. The Force gave him another chance & so he would use it. Even if he was often unsure if death was the right way. But it was A way. He doesn't neglect the thoughts that his concept was relatively flawed.

Yet when Ben did not find the colonel on the Star Destroyer hovering above the jungle city, he left ensuring that the ship would implode within the hour so he might focus on the root of the problem. Though his own intuition was better, the tracking fob for Colonel Ierdoyan was now more helpful than when he had searched the destroyer first. ( though removing the destroyer from the playing board had been on his to-do list regardless ) The tyrant of a man, who had recently ordered the destroyer to fire upon the city at random, should be down the hall. Having left a trail of troopers behind with blaster holes through chest plates and helmets, Ben noticed that something felt off. It was not, however, the massive explosion in the sky, as that had been planned and seemed relatively well executed giving the timing.

With high caution, he jams his elbow into the control panel of the conference room door where the colonel SHOULD BE. But someone else was already there. Blaster pointed at the ready, Ben stepped in. Though his features were obscured by his black hood, his surprise and voice would not be unrecognized when he breathes, ❝ ⸻ Rey ? ❞ Because he would recognize her anywhere.

Though the colonel was, indeed, there. The unexpected caused two things. One of which was DOUBT that SHE was even there at all & the second being the task at hand to eliminate Colonel Ierdoyan. His finger pulls the trigger, not because he had intention to shoot Rey but the colonel as to ensure the man would not get away despite the distraction & surprise. ( though he might even miss just this once )

[vizslajetii]

@spinebarrels asked: “it’s mine, and you can’t have it!” ( galactic scavenger rey doing scavenger things )

It had once, Tarre considers, been a ship. A functional ship, one that might have even been capable enough to fly someone -maybe even two people- out of this planet. Unfortunately, that was a thing of the past, and that came from someone who had always liked to have people more capable than him verifying his assessments in regards to what could or could not hope to fly.

He didn't need verification to consider this one a lost case. Not with the holes he could see, and the missing plating, and the way the engine was certainly no longer much of an engine.

It was also not what had brought Tarre here, but finding a functional ship would have been a welcome boon.

He was also mildly aware that in this planet, with the armor he was wearing even if he'd left behind the cape and much of the chainmail, he did not look particularly friendly. Just yet another bandit, or bounty hunter, if one couldn't recognize the beskar.

Beskar like the two small armor pieces he could see behind the scavenger, because the glint was unmistakable and the void in the Force, even more so.

He did consider warning her aside, or threatening her. He did not: he had principles, and he was very, very good at violence, but preferred not to resort to it immediately. Instead, he tilted his head at her.

"Do you know," he asked her, gently, "what that metal is?"