#vangloriais

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

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                Oh no. NOT STORMO. That guy was absolutely not someone that you wanted to do business with because he screwed everyone and their mothers out of deals. He would take more of the percentage than was originally agreed or would just TURN ON YOU in general. She knew this firsthand and afterwards she made sure that if he was in her vicinity, she would make sure everyone knew what a SCUMBAG. 

               Anna huffed before making her way across the lowly lit cantina and placed her hands on Stormo’s shoulders, gripping just a little bit tightly.  ❝Oh, Stormo. I told you that if you and I were in the same room together again that there would be some hell today. So why don’t you just make yourself scarce and try screwing someone else over elsewhere? Ya know, like on ANOTHER PLANET, yeah?❞  She patted his shoulder harshly before looking to the other smuggler with pursed lips.  ❝My friend here was gonna screw you out of a deal. Consider yourself saved of future misery. Out ya go.❞  

               Stormo cursed underneath his breath before scooting out of the booth and pushing through people to get out of the joint. Anna leaned up against the booth and smiled down in a more friendly manner.  ❝He’s a horrible person. So what were you doing business about?❞  Hey, she was a smuggler. If there was some sort of service she could offer she’d scoop up that work.

[smugglerson]

               “DAD?”     YOUR FINGERS TWITCH, INSTINCTIVE, wanting to reach out to your father, to seek that comfort that you so desperately crave. but you don’t know how to be comforted anymore, do you? that little voice has whispered promises of power and glory but at the price of love and happiness. but do they really love you, little ben? if they love you, then surely they would never leave you and never send you away.     “do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

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[resistancepirate-a]

     she recognized him in an INSTANT, because who didn’t know who han solo was? but this makes the woman more nervous than excited. smugglers were people that her family had many dealings with, but not all of them ended good. nesota was unsure if han solo had any ties to the varn’s but she wanted to avoid talking about that as much as possible. just in case.   “ a living legend, ”   her voice finally speaks, offering a smile,   “ never thought i’d meet you. ”

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[alderastars]

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            “ --------------- Let’s just say none of the fronts on that battlefield are on too good of TERMS with me.” It’s a dodge of a question one simply didn’t exactly know how to answer. Still, there’s a bright smirk in her lips, the curve of an older, nearly forgotten innocence. “Why, what’s got you so CURIOUS?”

[didntturn]

( @vangloriais )

                “IT WASN’T THAT BAD,”  he assures his friend, slipping into the copilot seat with a sigh & a bit of a slump. He’s exhausted. The ordeal on Myrkr had taken a toll on him, & even though he’s regained his connection to the Force, it will be a day or two before he feels as though he’s back to normal. But still, it really wasn’t that bad. He can catch glances of vague concern being shot his way from time to time, mostly from Han, some from Lando, & he’d rather they quit worrying. His short-lived imprisonment in Karrde’s base & three days in the forest with Mara Jade are over & done with. 

     “Truthfully, I’m a little sore,”  he smiles thinly, rolling his shoulders & leaning back into the seat,  “but there are some Jedi techniques I can run through to deal with that. How long until we’re at Sluis Van?”

[xaedificare]

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           “ i’m not saying that i have a plan, i’m saying that we              need a plan. trust me, i absolutely don’t have a plan. “

[hapesheirarchive]

“you can’t stop me.” f e a r. anger. HATE. SUFFERING. the four core emotions of those who belong to the dark forces. the eternal bondage and enslavement was merely nothing compared to the tenacious, seductive power received after faithfully dedicating oneself to its authority. unfortunately, you were just a LITTLE GIRL when you discovered its abilities. taken away from the place you once called home — a home that was known to be your family all those years ago —  to be raised under by the hands of  man who was your FATHER at one point, but now nothing more than just a MASTER; a master who teaches the evil ways of the force. how to be cunning and cruel  — how to STRIKE down those who disobey — show no mercy to those who fight against your cause. it was a game that you thrived and took pleasure in playing ( and like your master before you: you will stop anyone who gets in your way. ) “try and you will FAIL.” ( @vangloriais  / sc. )

[smugglerson-a]

               TODAY, AS IT TURNS OUT, JUST ISN’T HIS DAY. and in this very moment, running out of fuel and having his hyperdrive blown out are the least of his worries. it feels as though he has been gone so long that he’d forgotten what his father’s presence felt like; a sturdy thing, solid and ever-present, a foundation he had once relied on for years. it feels a little like coming home with a dash of bittersweetness that could only have come from adulthood and their separation. it’s almost too much to ask that their reunion -- after over a decade -- be something entirely joyful.     “...hi dad.”

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