IMPERIAL DEFECTOR

so it has come to my attention that it was pointless to have so many blogs for so many characters. some are awake, some aren’t. some are selective, some aren’t... yadda yadda yadda.

i decided to archive most of my blogs. you will find them on @diversifiedpersonas​

          it took a moment for the ALDERAANIAN to understand the question inquired a response from him and the steel of his eyes took in the sight of its author and he huffed. what kind of question was that? he thought to himself.

          ❛  as grey as durasteel.  ❜

date with tycho celchu. date fee: $1000000 customer comments: "tycho celchu didn't even show up!!! (person in late 40s)" 

“ it’s when people like yourself don’t see the point in working that men like me need to work harder. ” it wasn’t exactly a reproach. a cheeky scolding, more like, with a cold sort of humor. the man in front of him was a good pilot, he knew from the files, from the environment, the officers. but imperials here, kallus reckoned, weren’t as… serious as on lothal or most of the destroyers he’d been to. he was always among the more serious, too. perhaps that was why agent fit him more than officer. “ and what… exactly were you celebrating? ”

          ❛ —--i fly TIE-FIGHTERS, shield-less starfighter ships that most pilots don’t back from a fight due to that lacking. ❜ the reply was not meant to be rude but it was a fact... with the REBELLION slowly growing, even through scarce weaponry and resources, they still had X-WINGs equipped with a hyperdrive and shield. something the EMPIRE chose not to fund, instead using their pilots like fodder. 

          he swallowed those words, words that could get him killed in an instant but even in his level of intoxication, he had enough willpower to keep the comment to himself.

          ❛ —--i’m merely CELEBRATING my survival, sir. ❜

KALLUS & TYCHO >>> XX.

“ because… ” what exactly?

he’s an imperial high ranking officer? popular and hated amongs the elite for being too good at his job? he’s not any of that anymore. and maybe he should’ve gotten used to it by now. he’s been fighting against the empire for years now.

“ i don’t drink on the job. ”

          ❛ —--do you HONESTLY see anyone working right now? ❜ TYCHO asked, settling the empty glass on the table and looked around. the ALDERAANIAN had been known to be an exemplary fighter pilot, standing above all in tactics and skills. he wasn’t usually this bold but his drunken state had gotten the best of his judgement.  ❛ —--except yourself... sir?  ❜