Ace

This is the base we used! (I think it’s at least partially by @/mellon_soup but I’m not certain)

Alema crossed her arms and smirked. “Did your boyfriend just…?”

“Not my boyfriend,” Valree snapped back instantly, not even looking up.

“And yep,” she added a beat later, jerking her chin toward the Mandalorian, Jetto as if daring him to deny it. Jetto stiffened in the background, clearly pretending he hadn’t heard a thing.

Alema raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Sure.” Her pink lekku swaying in the wind.

Valree rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in her skull. “Don’t start, Alema.” But the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her more than she liked.

Jetto, stiff, and pretending he wasn’t listening—paused mid-movement like someone had hit his off-switch.

“Oh, I’m starting,” Alema laughed. “You go soft for him.”

Valree scoffed, loud, offended, and very much not convincing. “The day I go soft for anyone, especially a bucket-head like him, you can toss me into a Sarlacc.”

Jetto tilted his head slightly, like he definitely heard that.

Alema smirked wider. “Sure, Val. Keep telling yourself that.”

Valree crossed her arms. “I mean it.”

But her eyes kept flicking back to him, and Alema noticed every single time.

The End…?

Alema owned by @aceinspaceart

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Seneca looked out toward the distance and couldn’t help the small smile that formed when she saw her wife gathering herbs. Beside her, Lio followed her gaze, then nudged Seneca sharply in the ribs.

Seneca elbowed her right back. “Hey now.”

Lio laughed. “You’ve got it bad, Mori.”

Seneca groaned and ran a hand over her face. “Don’t get mushy on me, Lio.”

“But you are mushy,” Lio teased. “Look at you—starry-eyed over there.”

Seneca tried to glare, but the smile kept tugging at her mouth anyway.

“…Fine,” she muttered. “Maybe a little.”

The end…?

Li’ora is owned by @wenalena

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Kalani had to do a full double take at the giant Dowutin looming above her. Gruno was massive even by Dowutin standards, all muscle and shadow, yet somehow still managing to radiate calm.

“You said you needed a blood sample?” he asked, his deep voice echoing like distant thunder. Despite the volume, there was an unmistakable gentleness behind it.

Kalani nodded, clutching her datapad a little tighter. “Y-yeah. For the medical registry. Your file doesn’t have updated readings and—well—your species has unique markers the medbay needs on record.”

She took a breath and forced herself to stand tall… or at least as tall as someone could when faced with a thirteen-foot wall of Dowutin.

Gruno tilted his head, lowering himself so he wasn’t towering quite so aggressively. “A reasonable request,” he rumbled. “Where do you need it taken from?”

Kalani swallowed, but the nervous flutter in her chest eased a little. He might’ve been a giant, but he was gentle. And that helped more than she expected.

The end…?

Kalani is owned by @little-caerula-jedi

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What was supposed to be a simple, routine meet-up ended in smoke and blaster fire.

Astera had only wanted intel. She had exactly one person in the bounty hunter guild she trusted completely, a fellow Mandalorian. She knew this Mandalorian in particular never removed his helmet; it was his creed, his religion, and she respected that.

Astera smiled. “Fett.”

Jetto nodded back in greeting. “I understand you needed information?”

Astera smirked. “Need intel on a certain Imperial.”

Jetto reached to his belt and pulled out a chip. “This is from my last mission with Rackeeters. Everything you might need is on here.”

Before Astera could take the chip, a blaster bolt tore into her arm—then another hit her leg. She hissed and collapsed to the ground.

Jetto moved instantly, drawing his blaster as he slipped the chip back in his belt pouch, and firing toward the attacker. More shots erupted, and the shaken patrons returned fire. Chaos exploded around them as Jetto grabbed Astera and hauled her into a narrow alley.

Blaster fire crackled through the street.

Astera winced as Jetto removed the necessary armor pieces to reach her wounds. “Kriff—stay still,” he muttered, pulling a small med kit from his belt.

Astera stared up at him through the T-visor. “What the hell just—?”

“Someone wants the data,” Jetto said. “They knew we were meeting here. How far is your ship?”

Astera sucked in a breath, steadying herself. “North end of the docks, Hangar Bay Three.”

Jetto nodded once. “Good.” He helped her to her feet. “No vital organs were hit,” he said, bracing her weight, “but you’ll feel that tomorrow.”

Astera rolled her eyes as she leaned on him. “I’m fine, Fett.”

He corrected. “And you’re not fine.”

Another volley of blaster fire rang out behind them. Jetto snapped his head up, scanning the shadows. This was only the beginning, what should’ve been a simple exchange had become a very complicated affair.

The End…?

Astera owned by ccxy_creative

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