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aboard the oblivion, pt 3
Dec. 16th, 2018 06:48 pmrating: t
word count: 2600
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, entirely oc-centric)
summary: flare is not okay
originally posted 3/21/16
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flare doesn’t like this moon. there’s something strange about it in the force, something that glows warmly, something– there’s something she has to find.
no
that’s not her job anymore, she doesn’t have to find anything if she doesn’t want to. doesn’t have to track down this disturbance to the (likely very powerful) force-sensitive to hand over to her masters. she doesn’t have masters any more.
so she stays in her cabin and takes sweet'n'sour apart for the. how many times is it now? it doesn’t matter. she’s making him better. she might have pulled him out of an imperial refuse pile and he might still be rusty and battered and patched together but he has quickly become the only one she can trust. when sweet'n'sour talks to the other droids on the ship, flare knows they’re telling the truth. they always lie to her. people are easier. people she can just reach into their heads and see.
except. yes. she has to be more careful about that. that’s the reason they have to be on this moon, because they need more people. because flare wasn’t careful and they– are all so weak, so fragile, most of them have no shields to speak of, she doesn’t have to press so hard. yes.
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word count: 2600
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, entirely oc-centric)
summary: flare is not okay
originally posted 3/21/16
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flare doesn’t like this moon. there’s something strange about it in the force, something that glows warmly, something– there’s something she has to find.
no
that’s not her job anymore, she doesn’t have to find anything if she doesn’t want to. doesn’t have to track down this disturbance to the (likely very powerful) force-sensitive to hand over to her masters. she doesn’t have masters any more.
so she stays in her cabin and takes sweet'n'sour apart for the. how many times is it now? it doesn’t matter. she’s making him better. she might have pulled him out of an imperial refuse pile and he might still be rusty and battered and patched together but he has quickly become the only one she can trust. when sweet'n'sour talks to the other droids on the ship, flare knows they’re telling the truth. they always lie to her. people are easier. people she can just reach into their heads and see.
except. yes. she has to be more careful about that. that’s the reason they have to be on this moon, because they need more people. because flare wasn’t careful and they– are all so weak, so fragile, most of them have no shields to speak of, she doesn’t have to press so hard. yes.
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aboard the oblivion, pt 2
Dec. 16th, 2018 06:33 pmrating: t
word count: 2500
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, all oc-centric)
originally posted 3/21/16
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brass’s cantina is the place to go on this moon if you’re looking for work with few questions attached, according to the locals. kiorae and kaeon have been hanging out at brass’s afternoons and some evenings for a week, with nothing yet to show for it. it’s not like kiorae’s not used to sleeping in alleyways (running away from home at fourteen is a great way to become a very quick study at that, in this galaxy), but it’s been better since she met kaeon, usually. they’ve just had a streak of bad luck lately, which was how they ended up stranded here without even the price of a room in their pockets in the first place.
there’s an imperial warship docked here right now, too; broke atmo just yesterday, and that’s making kaeon even jumpier, which makes him a pain to live with. kiorae’s never seen him quite like this, though: twitchy and glancing around constantly like he expects to be jumped in their dark corner of the cantina.
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word count: 2500
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, all oc-centric)
originally posted 3/21/16
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brass’s cantina is the place to go on this moon if you’re looking for work with few questions attached, according to the locals. kiorae and kaeon have been hanging out at brass’s afternoons and some evenings for a week, with nothing yet to show for it. it’s not like kiorae’s not used to sleeping in alleyways (running away from home at fourteen is a great way to become a very quick study at that, in this galaxy), but it’s been better since she met kaeon, usually. they’ve just had a streak of bad luck lately, which was how they ended up stranded here without even the price of a room in their pockets in the first place.
there’s an imperial warship docked here right now, too; broke atmo just yesterday, and that’s making kaeon even jumpier, which makes him a pain to live with. kiorae’s never seen him quite like this, though: twitchy and glancing around constantly like he expects to be jumped in their dark corner of the cantina.
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aboard the oblivion, pt 1
Dec. 14th, 2018 01:17 pmrating: t
word count: 1600
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, all oc-centric)
summary: life for the crew of the imperial raider-class warship oblivion is about to get very interesting.
originally posted 3/20/16
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the inquisitor marches back onto the ship from the base at ord mantell, not quite acknowledging vyrr’s salute. they stand at the top of the still-open boarding ramp, circling around in slow, tight motions, as though surrounded in combat, perhaps, and then finally reach up and drag their helmet slowly off.
vyrr almost chokes on her surprise. in the two months since the raider corvette oblivion had been assigned to serve the inquisitor, vyrr has never seen them sans any part of their gleaming, chitinous black armor with its emblazoned white imperial cogs. she’d sort of thought that perhaps inquisitors were sort of like the gen dai, that the armor was somehow necessary as part of their form or something. it’s not like vyrr has ever met any other inquisitors– if, indeed, there are any others. that information has always been a bit fuzzy, probably purposefully.
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word count: 1600
fandom: star wars (post rotj, rebels-inspired, all oc-centric)
summary: life for the crew of the imperial raider-class warship oblivion is about to get very interesting.
originally posted 3/20/16
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the inquisitor marches back onto the ship from the base at ord mantell, not quite acknowledging vyrr’s salute. they stand at the top of the still-open boarding ramp, circling around in slow, tight motions, as though surrounded in combat, perhaps, and then finally reach up and drag their helmet slowly off.
vyrr almost chokes on her surprise. in the two months since the raider corvette oblivion had been assigned to serve the inquisitor, vyrr has never seen them sans any part of their gleaming, chitinous black armor with its emblazoned white imperial cogs. she’d sort of thought that perhaps inquisitors were sort of like the gen dai, that the armor was somehow necessary as part of their form or something. it’s not like vyrr has ever met any other inquisitors– if, indeed, there are any others. that information has always been a bit fuzzy, probably purposefully.
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