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"Fistey woman aren't you?" Kun snapped back towards her. His size almost devouring her and yet he wasn't angry. It was almost like a playful mock towards her as he cocked his head.

"Come now. Such a hot headed mouth on you. Let's talk like people. Not savages." He stated with a hum as he would extend his hand towards a set of chairs before him. Though he does remember her..time during his rule as a sith lord and baring controll over the brotherhood of the sith he had surprisingly remembered her face. Taking a seat himself he smiled at her knowingly.

"It appears you haven't aged a day. You don't feed off the force like I do.. no..stasis?" He asked out of curiosity. His brow raised slightly as he crossed his arms where he sat.

He had some nerve. Daring to speak about savagery after everything he'd done and everything he most likely planned to do. But then again, it would have been just as hypocritical of her to point it out, and Celeste would rather die than bring herself down to his level of hypocrisy.

Muur had his own opinions about Kun's behavior, and his own ideas about how she should react. Murderous ideas that he didn't keep to himself– he never did. But she ignored him and instead stood tall. He might be considerably taller, but he couldn't intimidate her with his height. The Jedi of her time wouldn't have held her in such high regard for such dire missions if she was the type of person that could be intimidated by something as insignificant as height.

Still, Celeste didn't move towards the seat until he'd taken his own. A passerby might have mistaken them to be friendly yet serious acquaintances catching up after a long time, if they remained far away enough. However, from close proximity, the tension was thick in the force.

"Stasis," she confirmed. Then, met his curious question with one of her own. "What reason do you have to have survived this long?"

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This place was fascinating. The being that brought her here– The Entity, as the others called it, used normal people and monsters alike for its little games, creating scenarios of despair and violence that could be quite unpredictable. Four Eyes wasn't sure where she fit in all this– at first, she'd ended up paired with the rest of the 'victims', she even ran into some familiar faces. But she lasted a single trial on their side, before her actions seemingly made this Entity decide that she could be of better use for it elsewhere.

Four Eyes had to admit, awakening after being killed by the Nemesis only to find herself somewhere that was not the survivors' campfire had been disconcerting and a little concerning.

She was alone between trials, not quite a killer and not quite a survivor, unsure of where to find the survivor campfire and having yet to find where the killers congregated– if such a place even existed. A wildcard. Her role varying depending on the setting they were thrown into.

This time around, she'd been behaving with the survivors. She had no interest in fixing their generators, but given that she had yet to see what they were up against, she had no interest in getting them killed, yet. She'd even taken her mask off to smell the air of this seemingly empty neighborhood– that was important. One could tell a lot about a place just from smelling the air. Humanity had survived the stone age because humans were able to recognize illness through scent, an ability they still possessed, a long buried instinct that told them when something was wrong depending on what a place smelled like: decay, gas, smoke; all were scents that triggered the fight or flight response.

Then, she felt someone close. Too close. So much so that when she whipped around to face them, she ended up crashing into them, face to face, nose against nose, glasses against her brow, she could have even sword she felt teeth against hers.

Four Eyes stumbled back, eyes burning with anger as she prepared to spit out a trail of insult to whichever survivor couldn't watch where they were going. But the words died in her throat when she looked at him, recognized him.

"Albert Wesker," she breathed, ignoring the ache and discomfort that lingered on her face, blooming through her nerves, even as she pressed a hand to her lips because– well, that's one way to meet the man who, last she knew, was technically her boss. "It brought you here too?"

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@crossinghairs:

"You're lying." He scoffed slightly. This child was his sister. All clones were the same. Made after the same person for all the same perpous. Kill or be killed. Because good Soldier's always followed orders. But his inhibitor chip made him a monster..a lonely man for no real sense of perpous.

The empire was his perpous..for a long time. He was delusional. He killed innocent people with no real will to his own. But his brothers.? The moment he heard the order. He fell apart. His expression cold and stirn but he sighed under his helmet and knelt down.

"What's the problem? Anythin broken? Ore are you just trying to slow me down, girl?" He asked. Looking her over for any real sign of injury. She looked fine enough as the stormtroopers around him stopped and simply watched. He raised his helmet and hissed.

"To the rendezvous. I'll handle the brat." He hissed. She was a capture. And he made it clear he would be the one to 'take care of her'. But. Inside he felt still compelled to do the right thing. His chip..malfunctioning? Impossible. But it could be possible as he would refrain from being aggressive with the clone girl.

He could almost remember when he was her age..

Omega's arm hurt. Pain pulsed up towards her elbow from her wrist, which was beginning to look swollen. One of the troopers had pushed her and she'd landed on it weird. But she didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to look weak– it was enough that she felt weak, she did NOT need to look the part as well. She was as stubborn as– well, all her brothers.

And she was still counting Crosshair on that list.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at her own reflection on his helmet's visor. It'd been so long since the last time she has seen him. Gone, that's how Hunter and the others referred to him. Crosshair was gone.

But Omega had refused to believe it back then, and she refused to believe it now. Even as he called her 'girl', and then 'brat', as if they weren't family. Even as he spoke to her with a coldness that no longer felt familiar. He had never been the most openly affectionate of her brothers but, before now, this level of coldness had been reserved for the regs. Never aimed at her.

Omega briefly gazed towards the troopers as they followed the order. Then, big brown eyes stared up at Crosshair with such sadness. She wrapped her arm around the swelling on her wrist.

"I miss you," she said. It felt strange, missing someone who was standing right in front of her. You don't have to do this, that part went unsaid, for now.

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@ofthestcrs

The world around him feels like it’s being spun rapidly on its axis. His eyes loll for a moment before refocusing on her. He can feel the warmth of blood dripping from his forehead. His lungs feel like they’re on fire, but he smiles no matter how weak it appears.

“It’s okay.” He manages to say. “It’s okay to let go. It’s what Uncle Luke would have wanted.”

He was back. Ben was back. For the first time in years, he was back to her and just when things seemed to finally be taking a turn for the better, after all the hardships, the force wanted to take him away AGAIN.

"No..." she breathed out. "No! Shut up. I don't care what Master Skywalker would have wanted. He's an hypocrite if that's what he would have wanted."

The story of how Luke Skywalker brought his father, Darth Vader, back to the light through sheer willpower and love for his father had been what inspired Voe to be as determined as she was. It was also why she hadn't believed Ben back when everything had gone south, when he'd said his own uncle attempted to kill him. She still respected Master Skywalker and owed him so much but, right now, he and anyone who believed she had to let go could go jump into a sarlacc pit. She wouldn't listen to any of that nonsense from anyone, and that included Ben.

So she forced herself to ignore the ache in her muscles, pulling his arm until his body was around her shoulders while wrapping her own arm around his legs, hauling him up into a fireman carry.

"If you die-" her voice fails her, cracking into a sob that she forces herself to swallow back, intent on delivering a proper threat. "If you leave me again, I WILL follow you to the living force and I will beat your ass for the rest of eternity, Solo."

She spoke through gritted teeth, both to hold back the avalanche of emotions and because he was heavy. But she was determined to get him out of there.

"Keep talking," she practically begged. "Tell me anything- remember that time we stole Master Luke's ship? Your mother was so angry when we got back home... did she lecture you afterwards?"

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Four Eyes didn't like it when they got new operatives in the team. Delta Team worked so well the way it did because they all knew each other, they all worked and behaved in similar ways when it came to the mission– of course, each of them had their own je ne sais quoi that differentiated them from the rest, that something that made them unique. But their end goal was the same: get the job done, get out of there, have as many team members survive as possible. One couldn't know if a new guy had those priorities until it was too late.

And this new operative in particular was quite ungrateful- and short sighted, too.

"It's fine, for now," she said, wrapping a bandage perhaps a little too roughly around his injury to keep the bleeding under control, showing a complete lack of bedside manners– but hey, she was a virologist, not a doctor, and Bertha was busy helping Vector. "If you're looking to get infected, I can easily help you with that. There is no need to try and lure the zombies to us by bleeding everywhere when I have samples of the T-Virus as a gas and a serum. You can choose."

Her eyes showed no emotion, her tone lacked any sarcasm– in fact, it lacked any emotion other than slight annoyance. Her whole stance just showed a complete disregard for human life. Yet, it wasn't a threat– at least, not in the sense of trying to scare someone. Four Eyes was actually offering to infect him, and she would have done it without hesitation if he had said yes. She'd infected people who hadn't consented to it, before, and hadn't shown a pinch of hesitation or remorse for it. Four Eyes hadn't even done it in the name of Umbrella, just because she wanted to. It'd given her quite the reputation among the U.S.S and even within the U.B.C.S. That was yet another reason why she preferred Delta Team, they didn't let some stories of mal praxis that would be better defined as human rights violations interfere with the trust they put in her doing her job– or at least they didn't show it. Either way was fine with her.

"Four," Lupo's warning tone reached her ears and made her look his way. "No experiments. We don't have time to deal with that right now."

Four Eyes gave a low sound, slightly disappointed and annoyed, in acknowledgement. "Later, then," she said, didn't even bother to mutter as she put away their supplies.