#sw!jackson

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@ofthestcrs​ asked  “  i trust you.  ” Amser to Jackson 

protective prompts 

“And that’s all I ask of ya, Amser.” He gave her a smile before wrapping a protective arm around her waist. “Hold on tight.” 

Blaster in his free hand, Jackson shot at the crane above and quickly grabbed onto the metal cable to take them across the chasm between the scaffolding they were on and the edge of the ship dock. He hadn’t expected to be spotted by unfriendly mercenaries in that planet, much less ones that were supposed to be serving time at a prison facility. 

Perhaps he needed to update himself on such matters. The informant could’ve sworn he’d just done that last week though.

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@ofthestcrs​​ - Amser // art appreciation

Rarely is there any time to appreciate the works in which peace allowed artists to express themselves without fearing for their lives. It is equally as rare for Jackson to leave his face completely bare in a public area. Spaces as such, where artists can share their creations with the masses, were few and far in between, and it was one of the few places where the informant can find some semblance of normalcy in the midst of war. 

Had there the dangers of the Galactic Empire stayed down, would he still have followed the military involvement of his family, or would he had pursued his dream to simply create and teach?

Perhaps in another lifetime. 

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@stillwciting​ // cont. 

“Force forbid.. Ya gotta remember ta lock the door next time, Rey.” Jackson sighed with a playful roll of his eyes, quick to close the door in case anyone passed by her room. He took a seat on her bed, leaned back with his elbows keeping him up and raised a brow at her. “Were ya expectin’ someone else or...?”

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@stillwciting​ // cont. 

Jackson let out a quiet chuckle before he slipped on a pair of odd-looking gloves. “But of course, sun ray. I’m not someone who comes unprepared.” The comms device strapped to his shoulder softly beeped and he reached up to listen, his other hand feeling around for a panel. “Cap’n Frost, here. Sit-rep?” 

“Fifteen minutes max before the next guard. Make it quick.” 

The informant gave an affirmative reply before he continued to put his focus on searching for the cell’s panel. It took a couple of minutes before he eventually found it and pried it off to look into it. “Be on the look out for anyone for me, yea? We’ll get ya out of here asap.”

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@stillwciting​ // continued 

“But it was mostly ya doin’ it.” The informant chuckled as he pressed his lips to her cheek.

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@manichaeisms​ // continued 

“Been in a situation like this before. It didn’t... end well.” Being alive after it didn’t necessarily mean that whoever was at the end of his blaster got the short end of the stick. There were others, innocent bystanders, that ended up injured and worse which didn’t sit well with him. “Not bein’ a pessimist here. Just cautious.” Force or not, dealing with information and people was his field of expertise. His hands hovered near his blasters, enough to look natural but close to where he could take a shot at any moment.

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@stillwciting​ // continued 

“Hm... A surprise, huh? If the lady says so.” Jackson chuckled through the communicator as he stopped in front of the fruit section, picking one up to examine it the way his mother taught him.

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@stillwciting // continued 

The informant chuckled and smiled through the kiss, his hand rested on the curve of her waist. Grease wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever been smeared on his face, but he’d take that over anything else any day. 

“Now why in the world would I ever do that, sun-ray?” He hummed in appreciation as Rey kissed him again, letting the back of his fingers lightly brush against her cheek.