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Hardison’s algorithms are proven correct with a margin of error of just a few hours. The base those rebels were headed to wouldn’t be a long-term solution, even if the First Order weren’t hot on their tails. There weren’t enough supplies to last more than a few days, and it was far too cold anyway. No, according the Hardison’s calculations they would end up here, the second closest planet with an old rebellion outpost (the first would be too obvious, one of them would’ve argued, and they won’t have enough fuel for the third). 

He makes a chair out of the stacks and stacks of galactic credits he’d conned from the First Order, sits in it just behind the door of the main fortress. The money under his ass is barely a fraction of how much he’s stolen, and he has a few more tricks up his sleeve waiting to be revealed. He doesn’t ask himself why he’s doing this instead of making off with all the money himself. He’s capricious, that’s his excuse -- he likes showing off and surprising people, that’s what he’s getting out of this, nothing else.

When the doors start to open, he leans back on his makeshift seat and grins. The first people through aren’t any he recognizes, but the round droid who helped him steal a ship is there and soon enough so is Finn, all of them skidding to a halt to stare at him. He wishes he would’ve practiced something cool to say. All he’s got is, “Fancy seeing you here.”

[kesdameron]

ziinariya replied to your post:

WHEN FINN VISITS ALL OF THEM DECIDE THEY WANNA BE CALLED KES

or other K names like Kad

LOL i was thinking all of their last names would be Dameron but also Ked, Kad, Ken, Kil, Kit, Koa, Kia, Kas .....

[rendiing-archived]

@ziinariya | lyric sc.  hum hallelujah // fall out boy

    “You’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew.”

[jediheart]

    ❛ you’ll have to catch me up on everything i missed. ❜ // @ziinariya

[gotcompany]

ziinariya replied to your post: .

p r e a c h!!!!!!!

m.on mo.thma: ok everyone welcome to our all-staff about the super secret plan to blow up the de.ath st.ar, special welcome to the civilian we’re gonna entrust with the Most Important Job 

leia: alright everyone here’s our super secret plan to blow up star.killer b.ase, special welcome to the ex-stormtrooper civilian who’s providing us crucial intel about how to do this 

rian: ok so the resistance blindly follows orders and poe’s out of line for wanting otherwise, thats the logical progression here, im a genius,

[thrownsoula]

i just started laughing at work bc i thought “only real @ziinariya fans will remember salad hell”

[starlightsulu]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

tagged: @ziinariya​ tagging: @goldslip​ ; @hypohand​ ; @spacehated​ ; @xanodite​ ; @guttersniper​ ; @bcnquet​ ; @scottiish ; @breakingorders

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS: when you finally catch that break --- the one you woke up for ; the one you’ve been waiting for ; the one that feels just right. when you feel the heat against your skin , the spray of water , and there’s nothing there but you and the sea. it’s thrill , it’s exhilaration, it’s accomplishment with the chase. when you follow where your feet take you , in those moments where you want that silence , where it’s you , just you and your thoughts and they’re a little heavy . but you feel lighter with every step ( the wind feels cool , flows into your lungs and pulls the bad and expels it from you ). it’s calm , peace and a comfort in quiet ; you’re grounded . 

GREETINGS: for those he doesn’t know , a small distance kept , a hand that lifts and a ‘ hi ’ -- he smiles though , friendly , a little curious ( eyes soft , but they watch , he can’t help but watch ). for those he does , a little more softness with all usual edges , feet pointed forward --- body that seems to gravitate towards you . for those a little closer , a little more intimate, there’s a little less space --- more touch , with hands , with lips and the nudge of his chest forward against the body . words are a little more quiet , a small murmur ‘ hey ’. 

COLORS: command gold ( decisions made and paths followed --- he’s his own man with his own choices ). blues , aquamarines and whites ( the ocean the salt of the sea and all it promises - all he promised ); greens and earth brown ( peace , grounding , a calm , a place that feels like home --- warmth in familiarity despite the colours cool ), and red ( promise and a paper crane ).  

SCENTS: early mornings , when the air’s been too cool and the dew sticks to the blades of grass , green teas ; gently fragrance and a softness with that little bit of something bitter . the greenery , it’s heaviness with the humid air , the sweet of sap , florals and fresh earth . 

CLOTHING: black undershirt , gold uniform with silver bands ( less than he wants , but patience is a virtue and he’s got plenty to learn still ) , long pants , they’re standard too ( different from the whites that hug his legs when he competes and trains in something once called advanced combat ) , clean boots . button up shirts , high collars ; all of it well tailored, form fitting . 

OBJECTS: a sword kept ( a reminder of the path untraveled ) --- unused for a while , and another much older ( a reminder of who he is ) handed down from generations --- bloodline of a warrior , a man who helped shape history . gloves , trowels and bottles for a hobby that’s ... a little more than that . a bag of gear --- all white , a little faded , a little frayed and a few sabers for a sport , and a mastery , an omamori ( one last reminder , of promises kept and promises broken ). 

VICES / BAD HABITS: a need to be on the move , a need to do something ( fingers and hands may move quick , may move slow , speed not too important , rather , a business to help a mind focus ) , a dash of recklessness and a desire for a heart that races ( he’ll put himself in danger , he’ll sacrifice himself --- and that there touches on a guilt unspoken ), bottled emotions , a calm sometimes forced with deep and heavy breaths, eyes closed and silent mantras . 

BODY LANGUAGE: a soldier’s posture ( straight , little room to relax the shoulders -- easy to shift at the sign of danger , where instinct flares and muscles remember fighter’s stance ), a smile though soft has something there that’s sly , warmth in eyes that promise safety --- hands that offer it . feet facing forward, and sometimes, he’ll lean, just that little bit forward, just that little bit closer. 

AESTHETICS: where the forest meets the sea and the sea touches the sky , cliffs and the roar and crash of waves , the calm of the forest and the magic they hold , wind in hair , the flap of sails and the spray of water . warmth with the sun’s kiss against skin .  the mountains and their messengers . cherry blossoms ; five centimeters per second . the whirr of machines , their roar . the cool breeze , the night sky and the brilliance of the stars . bicycles . succulents with given names . fields and dirt paths and the off-beaten track . imagination and wonder in paper swords and funny hats. 

SONGS: saturn - sleeping at last , hey brother - avicii , i will follow you into the dark - death cab, wild world - mr big , hold back the river - james bay , riptide - vance joy , tear in my heart - twenty one pilots , forests - dualogue , everglow - coldplay , victorious - panic! at the disco , all these things that i’ve done - the killers