knight ᵒᶠ ʳᵉⁿ

karitza ren ˢᵉⁿᵗ : ❛ What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? ❜ / @inarretable

         Defiance alighted in Krennic's gaze  —  clouding brilliant blue in a shade of rage.     Blood continued to seep from his nose   ,   trickling seemingly perpetual in a metronomic cadence.     Fragile mortality harkened towards its origin;     &   each fibre of morphophysiology shrieked in TORTURED agony for this contradiction to repair itself.     Calloused fingers roughly swiped it away   ,   leaving behind faint sideway lines.         ❛  I had a deal with your master.  ❜         baritone voice growled lowly.         ❛  Help me   ,   or there’s nothing more to discuss.  ❜  

Lucky raises both eyebrows at her words. The implication behind them not lost on him. " Yeah ? Well , not good enough apparently . " He says, then takes a moment to take the stranger in. A threatening figure if he's ever seen one. Her intentions unclear, he puts a hand on the rifle strapped to his back.

❛ Better than the last guy. ❜ One shoulder rises in an idle shrug. The cover of her mask disguises the twitch of an amused smirk. Head cocked slightly, she observes her target, admiring the adeptness of his awareness. A rare skill amongst many. Yet certainly vital for someone in his presumed occupation. Gaze following the movement of his hand, her postures remains lax. No weapon drawn.

how are you holding up after that?

they knew we were coming.

i didn't think we were going to survive that.

can you stand? do you need me to help?

take some deep breaths. it's over.

i need a headcount!

there was nothing we could do to stop them.

i've never seen weapons like that before.

don't you dare close your eyes. stay awake for me.

let me go grab you something to drink.

i'm sorry. they didn't make it.

get me a medic.

we won't survive another battle like that.

we should have been more prepared.

the odds were stacked against us.

sound off! who's not dead?

if you're bleeding, tell me now.

don't bullshit me. you're limping. when did you start limping?

just a few more steps and we can rest.

they knew we were coming.

i'm going back for them. you stay here.

there's nothing else we can do to help them.

our world is lost.

i saw you out there, fighting for your life.

i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off.

given what i just saw out there, i think your training is complete.

you saved my life.

they were never going to get past you.

we all need time to rest after that.

maybe we should set up camp, take turns keeping watch.

we did it! it's over!

next time, we won't be so lucky.

have you seen [name]? did they make it out?

they were stronger than we expected.

we have to prepare for the second wave.

there's no time to run.

get me the healer.

just lay back down, and i'll take care of you.

you're not going to die, not under my watch.

you showed up the second i needed you, like you heard me.

i don't think i can face a battle like that again.

we got lucky, but the next time they attack, they'll be ready for us.

we cut down their numbers, but they're still strong.

there must be something we can do.

i thought you said you weren't injured!

think you're going to have to go on without me.

i wasn't prepared for any of that.

i need more training.

we can't face that kind of firepower alone.

how long until they send reinforcements?

they've got us trapped here. it's only a matter of time until they come back to finish the job.

there has to be some other way to defeat them.

we underestimated their power.

thanks for coming back for me.

Beneath the sheath of weathered ore, blood stains her hands, bone deep, etched into the fabric of her being. Souls of mothers, sons, monsters and men. Devoured by the dark side's rapacious wrath. The knight wonders if this girl can truly understand the gravity of her own presumption. Zhaboka balanced masterfully between gloved hands, she circles the jedi slowly. Crimson eyes study her opponent from behind the onyx vizer of the horned helm. ❛ Perhaps I am not the only one, ❜ she muses, zabraki accent sharpened by the mechanical din of the helmet's vent. The knight lingers, absorbing the tremor within the air as their auras collide.