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#OFSQUADRONS     —          an independent  STAR WARS  multimuse for  WEDGE ANTILLES , TYCHO CELCHU , JAGGED FEL ,  +  LUKE SKYWALKER .     mutuals only,  LEGENDS + CANON  compliant, headcanon heavy.     trained by KITTY ( she/her, 21+ ) .

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i have rich.ard mad.den right now, and he does resemble some art as well as has the same eye color AND actually has the same hair streak (minus scar, though it gets dyed a lot) as jag but on the opposite side.

@ofsquadrons send:  any man that would shoot another man in the back doesn’t deserve to be known or remembered .  (from jag)

“no, everyone should be remembered.” he responds without looking up from his work, the other man floats in his awareness but he doesn’t feel as though he poses a direct threat, so he doesn’t try and force himself to meet his eyes.  he wouldn’t do it well tonight, too many battles and ghosts and terrible things in his mind tonight. “being remembered doesn’t always mean it’s positive, the bad things too.”

poe has killed more people then he can count at this point, most of them he never even saw their faces, but he remembers the final shot that sent them spinning out of the air every single time. “i think that you need to remember what drove someone to that place, to those actions, that way you see it coming in the future.”

he looks at jag after that, letting the darkness in his eyes punctuate his point. “besides, when someone tries to shoot me in the back they tend to be quite memorable. “

                       listless in the cradle of zero-gravity, very little to be accomplished of any sort until dameron finished his repairs to the station’s systems, jagged found himself even further aggravated than he would typically find himself by general inanity.     ❝  that isn’t what i’m referring to.  ❞     short, sharp, to the point, the tie pilot merely crossed his arms as he rested, suspended, a healthy distance the other.   that he would have to explain himself in these circumstances… certainly he could choose to not, but where was the productivity in that?   if there was any to be mined from this encounter.

                      ❝  there’s a difference between remembering mistakes and remembering who someone was, giving them honor where they had none.  ❞     it was much the equivalent to the battles he partook in from within his fighter: he hardly ever saw the face of his enemy, never knew their name.   yet, he would freely speak praise of those who fought well, while he choose to point out the failings of those without honor without any other comment.     ❝  you’re speaking of the former, of analyzing those aspects of a being.   i’m referring to the whole, to doing anything that might make someone thing they’re someone to emulate or to speak of them when there isn’t a need.  ❞

→ @ofsquadrons​ said:“ maybe you’re not ready to talk just now. but i want you to know that, whenever you are, my door is always open to you. understand? “ ( wedge )

   There was a certain feeling of embarrasment at being caught at — what exactly was it? His failure to contain his emotions? His inability to remain calm and collected as a Jedi knight his age should? Maybe it was frustration at the fact he had been caught dealing with emotions he had been so sure he had put under control years ago. He was supposed to be better than this, he was supposed to be in CONTROL. “ Thats nice but I’m fine, uncle Wedge. ” But he knew he could smile and nod all he wanted now, if the old pilot had caught wind of the mess inside his head without even needing the force to sense any of it then it was clearly getting to a point where hiding it was currenlty impossible. He’d have to work on that. “ Did dad say anything? Or my sister? I don’t know where this is coming from, I’m fine, I swear. ” Liar. He wanted to be fine, HAD to be. The world needed him to be fine, to be able to concentrate on doing the right thing before focusing on himself.

→ @ofsquadrons​ said: “ everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. just tell me where you are, okay? and i’ll come and get you right this second. “ ( luke )

   He had told Ben to go back without him, fed him some lies about needing to do further research and take care of paperwork regarding what had happened with Nelani — it wasn’t entirely a lie. He did have to take care of what had happened in the caves but his work had consisted more of COVERING his tracks than genuinely dealing with the aftermath of losing a jedi on his watch. The more he had dealt with erasing any trace of Lumiya and what had really happened to Nelani the worse he felt about it. It was on his way home, finally getting away from Lorrd, when his conscience and the weight of what he had done fully dawned upon him all at once. Yes, he had murdered Nelani, a woman who had TRUSTED him out of fear of the future, out of love to his uncle Luke who he hoped to spare by preventing a future in which they had to be enemies. But he knew his uncle would tell him this wasn’t a price worth paying, it wasn’t the right thing to do even if it felt like the force was guiding him to accept it. Was he being deceived? Was Lumiya creating these situations to lure him into trusting her? He had seen the future, several futures, all leading to certain doom as long as Nelani lived. Did that justify him striking her down? A woman, a girl, whose worst crime was existing at the wrong moment at the wrong place?

    He was closing in on Coruscant now but unable to land when his fear overtook him — in almost childish motion he had reached out to his uncle only for a SECOND before forcing his shields up again and his emotions back into the corner of his mind where he could lock them up and ignore them but it had been enough for Luke to sense something was horribly wrong and contact him through his comm. Luke knew he was close now, there would have been no way to ignore him without raising more suspicions and the moment he had seen his uncle’s face appear in the holographic projection of his comm, his worried expression … it had all come crumbling down. The calm facade he had worked on for YEARS — gone in an instant. “ I can’t … I can’t come home after what I’ve done. Akanah warned me I shouldn’t have left, I wasn’t ready — now my ignorance has caused a Jedi’s death. ” It was as if all the things he had fought to keep at bay over the last decade suddenly came spilling out without any chance of holding anything in. “ You wouldn’t understand it, you weren’t there when — ” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t admit to how Nelani had died, how he had trusted the words of a sith over that of his fellow Jedi. His uncle wouldn’t see what he had seen.

                     for months, there had been a worry burrowing itself deep into his consciousness, unavoidable and even more disturbing.   the worry was for his remaining nephew, the hints of change within the man hardly bestowing him with much confidence that the shifts of the other’s being were entirely beneficial.   certainly, after thirty cycles in life, anyone would be due to morph however slightly as they gained maturity, but none of this called to him as something so benign.   watching jacen with a careful eye, often from afar, he began to doubt his choices, doubt his trust, yet nothing screamed into the force with enough volume to shove him into action.   though certainty slowly crept onwards, he wanted to believe it was somehow a misjudgment, wanted to release this fear into the force to be utterly forgotten.

                    if it had for a moment left the forefront of his mind, the brush of pure, barely contained terror ripped it forward once more.

                    luke’s fingers gripped the chair before him, not out of any weakness brought on by some mental violence, but rather how the edge of certainty now shook him to his core.   something was wrong.   perhaps it wasn’t the pall of darkness unknowingly lowering over the man, but rather something much more present and acknowledged.   without a second thought, the jedi master keyed in his nephew’s comm code, nearly wishing he could order the other to pick up through the force as his forehead creased with each heartbeat.   as it was, it felt as if minutes passed in the handful of seconds which passed before the man answered.    before he could even take a full breath, the stoic mask he was first presented with disintegrated before his very eyes, only increasing the steadily more apparent thrum of panic within his veins.   his offer tumbled out without much thought, the tight hold he held his remaining calm within remaining intact.

    ❛  we  took  a  wrong  turn .  ❜ (wedge!)   ╲   @hopegained​

    ❛  it  wasn’t  right ,  the  way  it  all  went  down .  ❜ (luke)   ╲   @hopegained​

                       a weariness settled over his features, creasing further the lines that time and sorrow inscribed.     ❝  no.   no, it wasn’t.  ❞     how many were his mistakes?   immeasurable, at the very least in the harm they inflicted upon those he cared for the most.   everything crumbled about them and to some degree, at least a portion of the galaxy spanning destruction remained his fault.     ❝  i don’t expect forgiveness, eron, but i still want to apologize to you.  ❞      more than ever before, he could understand the weight which dragged at leia’s shoulders, facing the consequences of his decisions.   she had sent her son to him believing that he could care for his needs better than she ever could, and in his leaving the sight of the galaxy, he’d done the much the same to her in return after failing ben.   he baulked at the idea that she had any portion of guilt in what occurred that night, but he had most certainly failed both boys with his decisions, one after the other.

    ‘ tell me you have a back-up plan. ‘ (jag)   ╲   @hopegained​

                        green gaze stabbed in the direction of the looming opponent, though for the moment they found themselves unlikely allies.   blaster clutched tightly in his operable hand, he refocused on the lurking wildlife, some sort of canine species that most certainly did not appear friendly.     ❝  why should i have to be the one with a backup plan?  ❞      words growled low and soft, the tie pilot didn’t wish to draw any additional attention from the circling pack, but speaking was, sadly, necessary.     ❝  are all you this uncreative?  ❞     that might be a low blow, but frankly, he couldn’t bring himself to care, especially in the face of potential incompetence.