#tragedywoven

[temperedfaith]

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⸻ ⛧ 𝘐𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘖𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘍𝘖𝘙 Nythra to receive an alert through their most ancient of technologies. The Ancestors had installed a safety feature to keep their people from impurity, accidental discovery, & other unwanted happenstances. Any ancestral artifact in the greater galaxy held an automatic frequency signal that could traverse any distance to be received on Nythra so that the issue could be addressed by those who were equipped to do so. Casimir, already en route from another task, was assigned to see to the location of where the signal had transmitted from.

The beacon seemed to move around. From Jedha to hyperspace & eventually settling on Ord Mantell. Casimir had waited at the Nythran outpost, expecting the coordinates to be used for one of the plausible entryways into Nythran space. Instead, he follows the beacon & makes his way to Ord Mantell, keeping communications with the other scouts should he need back up. Since the first signal had been found on Jedha, he was relatively concerned that it was a Jedi that found such information. Yet, why would a Jedi venture here rather than Coruscant or even stay on Jedha?

Casimir lands his Khlalit in a discreet docking bay not too far from the signal. Pulls on his tight cloak, tucks away his knives, & sheaths his sword at his side. He would find the ship that held the beacon inside and took notice that the pilot & crew were already gone. While the ship was empty, he would find a way inside ( whether it's through the hull of the ship or finding a way to unlock it ) to steal the datachip & check whether it was saved to the ship which... was easier said than done. He cannot use another navigation system with the Aurebesh all blurring together. Damn, well, maybe he could convince the pilot to delete it off the system or he could kill the pilot & blow up the ship.

For now, he would try to get as far as he can in the ship's systems without being able to read the options or hardly any data. Maybe he shouldn't have taken this opportunity on his own.

[naboocrowned]

I didn't survive this long by trusting people. But I'm trying to trust you. ( from tragedywoven :) )

↬ ASSASSINS AND CROWNS

and the queen could not survive in this world if she had not placed her trust in those around her. what tragically different lives these two women lead.

❝ i don't care to make more enemies than i already have, ❞ the queen assures. naboo sat right at the border of the outer rim, which left them quite vulnerable to provocations meant for the chancellor himself, it being his home world. as a result, the seat of the crown was the target of many, and perhaps those that were innocent were sometimes caught in their crossfires.

❝ i would love nothing more than to have my men release you, but first i need to know what you were excavating for in my swamps, ❞ arsinoé tilts her head and eyes the mud that still clung to the woman's fingernails and boots through the holographic barrier separating the two.

[nulluse]

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send “bleeding” for a starter where your muse is bleeding

“Come on,” he snarls, grabbing her arm. He’s pulling her with too much force, yanking at the joint, and he doesn’t care. Blaster fire bounces off his helmet; chipping the grey paint. “You really pissed them off, eh?”

The same movement that has him pulling her up onto the roof, also had him leaning down with his blaster, firing back. Awkward, terrible firing that no reasonable person should be able to actually get hits on. Jaing does, because he’s no reasonable person.

He halfway flings her onto the roof behind him. "What injuries?" Not a question of if. Just a question of which, where, and how badly.

[nulluse]

“do you ever hear yourself” ( cackled at this one hehe from zu again ◡̈ )

“All the time, sweetheart. Benefit of being a clone, I hear my own voice all the time.” A smirk, a lechorous licking of his lips. “Why? You miss hearing me?”

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