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[the-baddest-of-batches]

Had an idea...Thrawn's done with Kian's crap but let's be honest...he also let's Kian get away with it.

[thestoryofmiso]

Who are your best friends in the WrA community? Write a paragraph about them describing as best you can what they mean to you.

Reee! That’s easy,Zevaron certainly is one of my best friends! We’ve known each other through several server transfers; my main character, who I’ve long retired, had been a very important part of his char progression - and, him, mine. When I first met him eight or nine years ago, we were both still in high school. We’ve both since branched off and watched each other grow into adults. He is, by far, one of my oldest, most trusted friends, as well as RP partner! Back in the days when we both still RPed with @embersign (before she ditched for FF!) - Hence why we went forward in making his char and my new main, Miso, blood-related. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a Tumblr, otherwise I would tag him. Sigrid is one of my favorite RP partners, and one of my closest friends. We met a year and a half ago - two years? It’s hard to tell, anymore. Time does fly when you’re having fun. She’s an amazing, hard-working person in real life, and she’s always there for you if you need a genuine, protective friend. I’m very happy with all the RP we do, even if we don’t always get a chance to explore our beloved stories, we have just as much fun chatting in Skype about headcanons, or gabbing on about random, impertinent RP like slice of life, and quirky things for our characters to do. @sigridnaraanVindliah/Viranande is another one of my best friends and favorite RP partners. Beyond her character being married to my prior main for upwards of 4 years, she’s been just as in love with the story as I am - despite me not being able to put as much time into my other characters as I’d like to. We’ve been through a lot of ground-shattering RP together; the kind of fire and brimstone that really does forge the most seasoned of characters. We have a lot of nostalgia we lapse upon, and she was one of the people who I originally met when I came to WrA with my Argent Dawn frands (like Zev). She’s super busy in real life being a super mum, but she always tries to find time to sit down and RP, or just chat about stuff in general. @vindliah

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter Eleven - The Dar'Aliit (Sneak Peek)

20 BBY Coruscant, Lower Level

Zenden’s Droid Den, Scrapyard and Spares. Catchy name, if not a little lengthy. Zenden himself is a hulking spacer, half human and I think possibly half Zabarack. No horns, but his shaven head is a reddish tan. He’s muscled thick, dressed in a modest flight suit and waits for us outside the humble shop.

Us meaning me. The rest of my escort as General Nidor so tactfully referred to them, is lost somewhere in traffic. I haven’t bought myself much time, but it’s enough to prove I don’t need dead weight.

I enter the shop alone. We were given clear instructions to blend in, but I can tell by the pointed look Zenden himself is giving me, nothing about my face is blending in. I’m a clone plain and simple. Not many people have seen us without helmets, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know what lies underneath. Carbon copies, one after another.

The plainclothes doesn’t hide anything about my identity.

“Here about a droid?” Zenden lumbers forward. “Got your request.”

“Yes,” I cross my arms over my chest. “Is it here?”

“Well I’ve got a lot of that model, but your request said something with…grey markings?”

I nod.

Zenden side eyes me as he walks toward the crate I assume holds the captive droid. Why do we rely on those things anyway? It’s an R3 model according to intel. I know the information it holds is important, but droids are easy to lose, and easy to destroy. The Republic would be better off without them trundling all over the place getting into trouble like this.

“Say, what’s a republic clone want with an R3 droid with such specific markings? He special or something?”

“Need a replacement,” I say bluntly. “Wanted something that looked familiar.”

Zenden laughs. “That so?” He mulls it over, his hands lingering at his sides. Finally he squats down and opens up the crate. I half expected to see a bomb, maybe an IG-88 coiled up inside, or worse a BX.

It’s just a grey painted droid. R3, exactly like the model. In fact it is the droid I’m looking for.

Zenden turns and there’s the faintest click of a safety coming off. I look up into the business end of a holdout blaster.

“I know when I’m looking at something suspicious,” Zenden says, his brow furrowed dangerously over his keen eyes. “And you’re mighty suspicious, clone.”

I stare cooly at the blaster. “I came to buy a droid. What’s wrong with that?”

“A man wanting a replacement droid doesn’t care what it looks like, you can paint ‘em any color. Something tells me this droid is worth more than scrap. So why him?”

I can feel the eyes on the back of my neck. The commlink in my ear pings. They’ve caught up.

“Good in there, Kian?”

I look up at Zenden. “Fine,” I say. I hope my tone warns them off. Zendin lifts a brow, though, expecting me to continue.

He’s not the only one armed. The commlink pings again.

“We’re parked just outside. We have the place surrounded and we can move in at any time.”

I put my hand to the back of my hip and hope they can see it. I do not need help.

Forgot to post this yesterday, so sorry for the late update! Next preview coming 5/8!

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NOTE: Since thesse came out day of the chapter being posted they're much shorter, but full versions of both chapters will be coming soon!

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Daily affirmations boost morale!

Affirming your hatred of your teammates is also important.

[reckoningwarriors-blog]

I’m sorry ((Not sorry))

[reckoningwarriors-blog]

Starward bound.

It had been one hell of a day. You might have been doing your job regularly, but it felt empty without Lilypaw to help him. Winterfang couldn’t believe it had been a few days already since Lilypaw’s disappearance and he couldn’t help that she had passed from this world by either dogs, traps, humans, or worse, wolves.

Your worrying had kept up throughout the day, that is until the suns setting behind the trees and past the mountains. The territory was now dark the only shining light was the moon that shone its light onto the territory, illuminating it with such beautiful and safe light. 

Winterfang yawned out loud as he stepped over to his den, and slipped inside. The den was filled to the brim with nice fresh grass that he always changed weekly. He curled himself around it and drifted into sleep, trying his best to keep his worries away as he slept.

[scrambledcatz]

Carry on my wayward sons

You were staring at the spot where the leader of the swampclan cats had disappeared into, your muscles tense and your guard up high.

Cat after captured cat passed you, some were thinner than others and some had wounds. Falconstep had congratulated you on the act you had put up, you had acted as the spokescat of your clan to intimidate the rival clan. When all the missing clanmates had passed by you and the sound their steps where growing faint, you turned around to follow them. The clan was safe, for now.

As you caught up to your clan you could see the injured ones walking or leaning onto any from the rescue-group. You passed Thistleruff, gently rubbing against her before continuing up to your apprentice. You were so proud of him for making it this far and you gave him a lick on his ear. Further ahead you saw Smokie nearly carrying Winterfang and you rushed ahead.

“Winterfang!”

He had many wounds and seemed very tired. You stood in front of them, halting them.

“Smokie, let me handle him, you’re hurt.”

And with that, Smokie passed the white cat onto you, his weight made you stumble at first, but you managed to keep going forward.

“What did they do to you both in there?!”

[owl-pellet]

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