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the binds on her wrists are tested, hit with her wrist to see the STRENGTH of them. oh yeah, they were top of the line but nesota knew she could find a way to get out of this situation. somehow. “ so, you here to interrogate me? or maybe just to brag about your power. ”
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“...” Praetor’s head was already sinking down to her desk, and she groaned loudly instead of answering Thannison’s questions. She pressed both hands against her face in frustration, trying to get her sluggish brain to function again. “I was, uhm... fixing, something. This,” she muttered finally, gesturing with one hand to the assortment of wires and panels in front of her. Though in her current state, she was probably making less than zero progress...
“Pills won’t... help me,” Praetor’s sentence was broken with a yawn, but her eyes finally found some focus. “I’ve been... sleeping badly, the past few... three, days maybe? It’s not insomnia really, it’s...” she hesitated for a long second, before sighing. “...it’s nightmares.”
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✧ Well... that wasn’t a good sight for them to see. “Go...” he whispered under his breath to the woman sharing the stage with him, rehearsals well underway. But the uniform of the First Order was a distinct one - this man was there to stop them, or something close to that. It was forbidden to perform Stisos. Illegal. But Jix would be damned if he let their not-so-little production be shut down. The weapon on his belt was a blunt one; a prop, but he was unafraid to use it to the best of its ability, if he must. “How can I help you today, officer?” he greeted as he descended from the stage, hands curled tightly behind his back, his polite smile a front for his wariness. The sooner the officer was gone, the better, despite the fact that Jix had a good amount of height on him, and figured that he could win in a fight, if it came down to that.
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Rose gives the taller man a panicked look, her hands curling into fists at the sight of the First Order member. “ Uh .. Hello .. I was just about to go on my way .. “ the maintenance worker backs up into a wall, trying to get out of the room to run off.
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How he despised this place. This weaponized planet covered in snow and ice in middle of nowhere only added to his contempt. His train of thought was cut short, a halt in his steps when he felt the presence of someone trailing behind him as they passed by one of the many hallways on the base.
Eron sighed, finally turning to look at the person. “Whatever you have to say, make it quick,” he instructed reluctantly, arms folding over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly.
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★ Dopheld didn’t like to admit how short-staffed they were, but after everything, the First Order’s numbers were significantly less than they had been before Jakku, before Starkiller, before Leader Snoke’s ship was split in half by the Resistance scum jumping to lightspeed. It was, quite frankly, a mess. The only reassuring thing about the scenario was that the Resistance was far worse off than the First Order was. With all luck, this war would come to a close soon.
★ That being said, it was necessary to get all available officers back to work. How Dopheld ended up with this task, he wasn’t sure, but he took it upon himself to get it done, and get it done well. “Petty Officer Thanisson,” his voice was clipped and measured, dark eyes on the man who very well could’ve been a boy, based solely on appearance, “are you well enough to return to your duties? General Hux insists that all available hands be doing as much as possible.” Throwing in General Hux’s name couldn’t hurt his cause, after all.
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HE’D TRIED pacing, the drumming of fingers against tabletops. even humming hadn’t soothed his RESTLESSNESS. there was only so many times he could check in with Finn && Rose’s mission before he would irk them. they would call when they made progress. so the pilot was left to his own mind for company. even his loyal droid companion was off being USEFUL right now. Poe was stuck here, left in the dark from his new admiral’s orders. he’d been so busy trying to make himself busy, that Thanisson had gone under his radar until now. ❛ can I HELP you ?? ❜ comes a challenging && defensive tone. the LAST THING he needed right now was that kid’s snark.
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{♛} “She studied his dossier, Petty Officer Graser Thanisson...“ Her droid hovering over her shoulder waiting for her orders. “Age 25....human male..... Scarring on the flexor, antebrachium and Lumbago reigns...” Her eyes flickered to the officer before her in the chair. “cicatrix marks on the on his lumbago....” The doctor set the holopad to the side. The list seemed to continue and she didn’t need to tell the man what he already knew about his body. “Iv’e asked you here today... about your burns and your scars... we can do reconstruction surgery if you desire it.“
