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The gala was frivolous in the Grand Moff’s mind, but of course he was obliged to attend whether he felt particularly inclined to or not. One hand was gingerly on the director’s waist and other firmly on his shoulder. A source expression seemed super glued on his face.

“You know,” He said quietly. “If this room was not full of people, I would throttle you right now.”

[amidalc]

@weaponsdirector ♥’d for a modern starter » still accepting

                          ″   OKAY   THAT’S   IT   I’M   CALLING   IT   A   DAY   FOR   YOU,         you’ve been stuck with those stupid files all day.   “           rosy lips form a pout as she crawls onto his lap.          “   ——   i’ll accept that you have to be   A   MYSTERY   MAN   with your work,         but i can’t accept being   BORED.   “

[neversith]

#// krennic @ all anakins

do u want to DIE OR?

[commanderversio]

@weaponsdirector : ( continued from [x] )

“So come out of uniform,” he suggested, in an easy tone. “People are a lot more open if they’re not worried about spilling something on your tunic.” He knew that wasn’t the implication of the white ISB uniforms– and that is precisely why he was so fond of his. Yet he wouldn’t dream of wearing it to a mixer. A gala? Perhaps, if the guest list merited it. But this– this wasn’t nearly so formal. “You need to loosen up. Seeking glory for the Empire is all very well, but even you have to know that there are different tacts.” He reached out, bumping her elbow with his knuckles. “I had better see you there. I’ll be the one in a suit with two glasses of wine.”

    Despite being sure that she was immune to his display of social acumen, Iden knew when she was beaten; — Orson Krennic had risen through the ranks nearly as fast as Admiral Thrawn, and she was beginning to see why. He was persuasive, not in the strapped-to-a-chair-and-made-to-talk way she and her ISB colleagues were, but another deeper, cerebral way she couldn’t place.

   “Okay, you’ve won me over.” Iden said after a brief pause, following the fiasco that had surrounded her ‘traitorous’ turn, despite being subsequently acquitted and exonerated, her image was in dire need reparation.   Director Krennic was certainly seemed like a  man who could help with that. “I’ll see you there, then.”

     Apparently, the sort of mixers the Empire’s elite attended were more on par with a full-blown function. Fortunately, Krennic was hardly difficult to spot in a crowd, his suit emblazoned in a startlingly bright pink certainly made quite the statement. Iden deliberately made an understated entrance as she approached, plucking an errant glass of Rhuvian Fizz from a lonely server-droid. “Director, you’re lucky I made it, the speeder-lanes this evening have been working harder to kill me than the Rebellion.”

[eriadu-born-and-raised]

“That is mahogany!“

The Hunger Games {Sentence Starters}

Cynthia looks up from where she is sitting with her feet propped up after retrieving her knife from the table and looked at the director before throwing her knife back down on it once more. “Perfect, I’ll take it. Mahogany makes for a subtle and sturdy target, don’t you think Director?”

[in-my-daughters-eyes]

@weaponsdirector replied to your post “*sends roses and taps your phone*”

krennic: (sitting down with a nice glass of vino to spy on galen) ughhhhhhhh boringgggggg

Three nights later

*extended drunken conversation with Lyra over whether or not Krennic constantly wears that cape because he has no booty to speak of or because if he didn’t hide it he’d never get any work done*

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;( @weaponsdirector | continued from here )

Rey had to admit - she had been caught totally offguard by the man in front of her, barely acknowledging him, let alone perceiving him as a threat. So when he kicked her to the floor, her reflexes kicked in immediately and she grabbed at her lightsaber, leveling it in her hand and extending each blade sideways as she growled at the man. 

“I don’t know who the kriff you think you are...” Rey said, standing herself up slowly. She wasn’t about to be intimidated by an old man with a blaster on his hip. With the saber carefully held, she closed the space between them and brought her head closer to his.

“But you back down, right away, and you go running to wherever you came from. You are nothing against a Knight.”

[pastdie]

@weaponsdirector       LIKED FOR KISSES  !

               ❝  that’s the     BEST     you can do  ?  ❞     the sea dweller manages betwixt labored breaths,  plush lips agape     &     mischief brewing in the inky depths of dilated pupils.     ❝  if so,  your interns kiss better than you.     can’t you do better,  sir  ?  ❞     a toothy smirk     OVERTAKES     pale features,  webbed fingers splaying against orson’s chest,  cadence simultaneously tempting     &     challenging.