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“Oh, pardon me, is there anything I can do for you?” 

Luke felt his eyes droop as his head rested in the palm of his hand as he slowly sipped on the drink he had before him. He had sat in this place for what felt like days, though he supposed it was a few hours at most. He had been told that someone would meet him here with information about the ancient Jedi texts. But he was getting quite tired, and truly wished his contact would arrive soon. 

He felt someone approach him before he heard the stool scratch against the floor. He perked up slightly, looking at the person, before speaking up.

“I suppose traffic must have been bad?”

“Then perish.”

“And still, I survive.”

“Pick a god and pray.”

“Despite everything, its still you.”

“Confidence is quiet. You’re not.”

“Then become the dirt I walk on.“

“I am a monument to all your sins.“

“Hell is empty, all the devils are here.“

“You said I killed you. Haunt me, then!”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?“

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.“

“Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.“

“If you want me to die, you can just say so.“

“Your secrets are safe with my indifference.“

“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”

“You will survive. It will hurt, but you will live.”

“I will face God and walk backwards into hell.“

“I have been through hell and come out singing.”

“I haven’t been a kid since I was eight years old.”

“You are strong, child. But I am beyond strength.“

“I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions.“

“What an exhausting thing it is to be called a hero.“

“You cannot condemn those who build your throne.“

“To become God is the loneliest achievement of all.“

“Pay a man enough, and he’ll walk barefoot into Hell.“

“No cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it.“

“You kneel before my throne, unaware it was built on lies.“

“If God wanted you to live, he would not have created me.“

“Love is like ghosts; Few have seen it, but everybody talks.”

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.”

“No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.“

“I hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for.“

“My ancestors are smiling on me… Can yours say the same?“

“God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished.“

“There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t act childish at times.“

“You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature.“

“Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you’ve won.“

“I will seize destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing.“

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight just like I always have.“

“The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave.“

“I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.“

“Do you think God lives in heaven because he, too, fears what he has created?“

“Someday you will have to answer for your actions, and god may not be so merciful.”

“So you think you’re the only one struggling, when in fact, everyone goes through it.“

“You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people.”

“Dude, sucking at something is the first step towards being sort of good at something.”

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.“

“What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”

“I am not responsible for actions of the imaginary version of me you have inside your head.“

“I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.“

“They dropped the world on your shoulders and called you Atlas. How long can you hold the weight?”

“If we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”

“You see, there’s no need to wonder where your god is, ‘cause he’s right here! And he’s fresh out of mercy.“

“The bar was so low it was practically an tripping hazard in hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil.”

“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer.“

“The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice.“

“What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now?”

“You’ve got to make a statement. You’ve got to look inside yourself and say: 'what am I willing to put up with today?’“

“I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.“

“Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.“

“Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.“

rey had taken the trip to takodana because it was one of the very few planets that still had some sort of communication ability, however limited. there were a few others, of course – but she would be stupid to risk a trip to coruscant, considering it was still under imperial control. she may have been a nobody in this timeline, but it was a foolish risk, and she worked very hard not to take those. and takodana was… special.

of course, once there, once her holonet device showed signs of working… she realized she didn’t know who to reach out to. everything felt so different, now – the world was familiar enough in its way, but the way she felt within it… it was wrong. she barely felt like she belonged in her own skin, let alone in this galaxy. what if all her friends were different, too?

Milla almost never stepped off the ship because she was allowed to. she almost always got into trouble when she got free reign over whatever planet they docked at, and as such her parents stopped letting her off-board. except that made it worse, because she always wanted to see. so really, she just snuck out a lot. and such was the case when the bright horizon docked on…

wait, where was she?

she hadn’t asked before slipping away, and now she found herself wandering around looking for clues. giving up, because she’d never been much for geography, she stared down at her map, asking for help from a passerby. “which planet is this?” wait, what if they weren’t on a planet? she should’ve just asked before she ran off.

WHO : // … open

anakin looked at the building just across from where he stood feeling disgust and dread bubbling through him. gardulla had lived there and likely had continued to cause havoc for those under her while staying there. hatred bubbled beneath his calm exterior before a snarl crossed his lips and continued to walk along the streets. he’d only come to the damn planet in an attempt to grab some dampeners and maybe a compressor if he could find an undamaged one. finally finding the local bazaar anakin ducked behind the curtain to enter. time to bargain. “how much?” he gestured towards the clump of wires and parts on a nearby table, a compressor sticking out from where it lay hidden inside the clump. as if someone had ripped it from a ships dashboard. 

so perhaps it wasn’t the brightest way to get around, but it was better than dealing with juggling credits around to pay for passage. smuggling herself onto a ship was easy, theoretically. get in a crate, shut up, hold it, and wait until the trip was over, then wait ‘till it got quiet, then sneak out. she was far too familiar with it by now. 

so that’s exactly what she was doing. curled up in a little ball in a crate full of random junk on a ship she didn’t know, idly waiting for the ship to get on its way. after all – the girl just woke up!! she had no clue where she was or what she was doing, so she resorted to what she knew. was that so wrong?!

but as the lid of the crate was lifted off, she realized she would have to do a lot of talking to get herself out of this one. a smile spread on her face.

pick an accent, pick a kriffing accent!! ryloth- no- festian- NO- she landed on something vaguely corellian. ❝ you must be looking for this – ❞ she said, holding up whatever random part she grabbed first. 

WHO : // … anyone mechanically inclined

anakin yelped and quickly withdrew his hand from the wired filled cavity in front of him as the electricity had buzzed through his flesh hand in a painful jolt. apparently the scrap ships power wasn’t done draining. lovely. kicking the base of the hull with a dull hollow sound he beckoned his wrench over to him through the force so that he wouldn’t need assistance. the comms might be down but that didn’t mean he couldn’t attempt some type of older type of communicator with modern parts. he wondered how others on nearby planets were faring with such a massive blackout, something even the empire hadn’t accomplished. whoever these attackers were they were making their way through the galaxy in such a calculating way he knew palpatine would’ve been their greatest fan or enemy depending on the day. 

Adni felt it had been about a hundred years since she had stepped foot off base. Of course that was just an exaggeration, but she was more than enthusiastic to complete the menial task recently assigned to her if it granted them the illusion of freedom for the time being. They had convinced their master she would be more effective without the constant watch of stormtroopers but she knew she was being tracked in one way or the other. The First Order wouldn’t risk her running off from them again.

She decided to take a short break from her errand, finding a datapad, some sort of local publication, and deciding to look through the information it held. Maybe it would be relative to her task, but even if not, it would surely entertain her. There was no rush, especially with no interplanetary communication for the time being, they had been instructed to wait on this planet until a battery of x-wings would escort her ‘home’. She could finish her chore on her own time.

Looking up from the datapad, she saw a figure nearby she hadn’t originally noticed. 

—“Oh, I’m sorry, was this yours?” 

so much death , not just of the order - it made sense , the change , this galaxy - just one hundred and fifty years after avar remembered it - had suffered & seen so much.

avar hadn't meant to cut herself off from it , merely shield her mind from the dark that threatened the borders , first before starlight & refusing to leave now , growing ever persistent as the song grew ghostlier. but , she had - and thus the change in melody takes her longer to notice than most , a tune bent out of rhythm & rhyme.

but she had noticed , once the comms had burst to life - or , the local ones , still full of static , notifying the news and asking the jedi for assistance ; communications galaxy - wide had been overtaken & grids were collapsing , panic reigning.

avar kriss had not wanted to sing the song again so soon , but it lured her close , crooning in low tones for her help , a humming she could not beeswax - block from their ears.

so , the hero of hetzal did what she did best - sung the song & begun to spin the web , connecting as many force - sensitives as they could. or , she would - all efforts must start with a single string.

“ this is jedi master avar kriss. we need help - where are you , jedi ? "

The sudden loss of onboard systems for a moment and then not able to reach, well anything, was more than unnerving.  She shouldn’t have been thinking about Naboo, she thought to herself as she dropped out of subspace.  Luckily there were planetoid body’s and after some scary atmosphere hoping Sabe realized she was at Coruscant, and at least that was familiar.  Plus things looked a mess as she got closer to the surface, and managed to find a hangar for th ship.  She wanted out and looked around, wondering where to start first to figure out what the hell was happening.

so much death , not just of the order - it made sense , the change , this galaxy - just one hundred and fifty years after avar remembered it - had suffered & seen so much.

avar hadn't meant to cut herself off from it , merely shield her mind from the dark that threatened the borders , first before starlight & refusing to leave now , growing ever persistent as the song grew ghostlier. but , she had - and thus the change in melody takes her longer to notice than most , a tune bent out of rhythm & rhyme.

but she had noticed , once the comms had burst to life - or , the local ones , still full of static , notifying the news and asking the jedi for assistance ; communications galaxy - wide had been overtaken & grids were collapsing , panic reigning.

avar kriss had not wanted to sing the song again so soon , but it lured her close , crooning in low tones for her help , a humming she could not beeswax - block from their ears.

so , the hero of hetzal did what she did best - sung the song & begun to spin the web , connecting as many force - sensitives as they could. or , she would - all efforts must start with a single string.

“ this is jedi master avar kriss. we need help - where are you , jedi ? "

It  was  a  simple  briefing  to  The  Council,  letting  them  know  that  he  had  found  little  to  nothing  in  his  investigation.  His  conversation  with  the  senator  of  Naboo  had  been  informative  but  no  help  to  them.  “  I  will  be-  “  in  the  middle  of  his  sentence,  the  hologram  cut  out  suddenly.  He  turned  to  look  at  the  person  next  to  him,  eyebrows  raised,  “  Master  Nu  ?  Jocasta  ?  “  he  attempted  the  communication  again,  but  something  seemed  to  be  jamming  them?  He  frowned  and  tried  again.  It  was  no  use.  “  Someone  is  jamming  our  signals.  We  need  to  find  out  why.  “  

Hux’s comm slid out of his hand, a half-written message to Alton still on the screen.   (He had a strict limit of one per broadcast. He hadn’t wanted to suggest that he cared.)   The words Signal Lost hovered over his holoprojector. Hux didn’t know how long he waited in vain for it to return, or why. He watched the whole thing. Had been unable to tear his eyes away. As if bearing witness might in some impossible way make Alton Kastle’s blistering, fiery death any less excruciating. It did not.

When it became clear that the signal was not coming back, Hux swallowed his nausea. Everything fell away but white-hot rage. He stormed toward the bridge, dimly aware that people were asking him for orders, and that he was shouting.  “I don’t care! I need the Grand Admiral immediately! The New Republic— get me the Chancellor, no, Senator Amidala— Organa— I don’t care who you get or how, this farce ends NOW. The First Order would never have allowed—”  Hux stuttered, unable to put what he had just watched into words. Someone took his pause as a chance to get his attention, and Hux snapped.  “What?!”