all hail

      ❝ Then please enlighten me on your take of the word.            While you’re at it, you can explain to me why any            encounter we have on a personal note should be            anything but fleeting. ❞

          ❛ YOU have caused me ENOUGH                 trouble! I am done playing games! ❜

one blade lights up, the other follows afterwards. she twirls the twin blades at her sides, deadly in her motion, and then stills in her stance.

☆–He stumbles backwards, brow crinkling as the fear in his eyes is replaced       with confusion. “I- I what? No - I… I… I should go back to my station, I’m       going to get in trouble. You… I don’t know what just happened, or why it       happened, but, no offense, my Lady Ambassador, I’m not sure you have       the authority to promote me, and I’m p-perfectly happy where I am.”

☆–He looks down at her, his blue eyes still widened. His heart is beating       rapidly in his chest, and Tomas truthfully wishes he was in front of the       General - at least General Hux didn’t threaten to murder him. “O-of       course not. I swear. I’m telling the truth. Please don’t kill me.”

          ❛ I thought not. ❜

she releases him, sweeping her robes in front of her to hide her weapons once more.

☆–He takes a quick step back as she reveals the ‘sabers at her hips. Looking       down to meet her eyes. “Look - ma’am, I… my Lady, I don’t know. I’m…       I’m a thief from Jakku. I’m a mechanic, and a technician, and…” he shook       his head. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t know why you can’t read me. I’m       nothing special. I swear… please.”

she giggles to herself and places her hands on his cheeks, leaning up on her tiptoes to match his height. if not for the sinister tension in the air, one might think she was preparing to kiss him.

        “idiotic charm. tsk, i thought we’d gotten past petty jabs,” he tuts, rolls his elbows back to flex his shoulder blades, pop his spine, before allowing his arms to fall limp at his sides. form, generally lax while remaining at attention, seems to sag into something akin to laziness. andacis is hardly a lazy man, anyone who matters knows that.

        “besides, can’t i just spend quality time with my dearest friend, my lovely colleague: kitty?” the nickname is meant to be snide. it is accompanied by a curl of his lip, a slight wrinkle of his nose.

she hums, a strained smile upon her face in response to the nickname. of all her titles, official or not, she despised that one far more than any others.

☆–It seemed to him like she was attempting a mind trick on him. Of course,       though, he had to play along. “I will leave my station and accompany you,”       he muttered, falling into step at her side, his polished boots hitting the floor       quietly as he walked next to her, blue eyes staring straight ahead.

         ❛ Now that we’re alone... ❜

she muses, humming to herself, and pushes her robes back just enough to reveal the twin blades strapped to her hips.

☆–His brow crinkled at her words, confusion clear on his face. “I - but I have        to watch the cameras… what if a prisoner escaped while I was walking        with you? It’s my job, and I’m required to do it, and do it well…” he        pointed out, running a hand through his hair. “You can ask me anything        you’d like, but… it’s unwise for me to leave my station.”

she smirks as she steps past him, waving a delicate hand over his face.

          ❛ You will leave your station                 and accompany me. ❜

☆–“You trained under Luke Skywalker? I’d be honored to… never mind, my        Lady - I didn’t mean that, it’s just… I’ve heard so many stories about him.”        Tomas rubbed at the back of his neck, frowning as she called him boy. He        opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it, knowing it was better        to sulk to himself than to confront her. “I… don’t understand why you’re        threatening me, my Lady Ambassador, but, uh, I - I’ll do my best.”

☆–“Luke Skywalker?” Anakin Tomas repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I thought        he was just a myth.” They were more similar than he’d thought - trained in        the Force, from Tatooine… taken from home at age nine, but, of course,        Tomas was none of those things. “But, my Lady Ambassador, I must say        we’re quite different. You’re a Force-user, and I’m not… and I was on my        home planet until I was recruited a few years ago.”

☆–Anakin was a slave. Tomas, on the other hand, was born free, and remained       as such. “Crime, mostly. I did serve a few men when I was indebted to them       but that didn’t last long. Crime, yes. Stealing, mostly. Anything I could do to       stay alive. Hence the scar,” he replies, gesturing to the scar they’d spoken       of before.

☆–He was shocked by how much she could read of Anakin - he’d done his       best to hide it, so how was it so easy for her? “Well, my Lady Ambassador,       I enjoy my job… it’s… safe. I grew up on Jakku - it’s not a very friendly home       planet. Hence the scar, hence the friends… I…” Padmé. “I was too weak to       save her. Jakku is… well, everyone dies on Jakku, most sooner than in the       rest of the galaxy. And as soon as I had the chance to leave, I accepted it.       The First Order is my home, now. I’m lucky to have them, especially General       Hux - he doesn’t know who I am, at least I think not, but I owe him my life.       The man who gave me this scar wants the rest of my life, as well. I can now       breathe easy, now I can sleep at night. I’m happy here, my Lady.”

she winks.

☆–“Lady Ambassador, yes,” Tomas nods, making a mental note to himself        in order to remember it. He crinkles his brow at her next set of words, the        giggle beforehand already throwing him off. “Pardon me, my Lady? I…        can’t say I understand what you’re talking about.”

        “don’t complain. you could’ve said no. but you didn’t. also, it’s better that i’m not left to my own devices when i’m bored.”

☆–“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Ren. Knight Ren? My Lady? I’m not sure how        to address you, my apologies.” His brow then crinkled, a slight pink tint        appearing on his cheeks. “I - were - did you mean I was the interesting        thing on the main deck? I… it’s only been a month or so, so not long…”

          ❛ Please, call me Lady Ambassador.                 Most on this ship know me by that moniker. ❜

she giggles, looking the man up and down.