#aby.start

          padme watched them with a distant look in her eyes. ever since she woke up, ever since they brought her here—the few times she'd attempted to leave had only met her with deep confusion. there was so much. she'd thought she left the world a better place. padme refused to put all her faith in written word—though she had no doubt there were kernels of truth, it was all too easy to edit history to serve the victor's purpose. but whatever truth there was in the text was... alarming. the republic, turned empire. palpatine, not even the end of the sith lords—the jedi, destroyed. and an—

                                  (   at least it's difficult to smudge white.   )   the thought didn't do much to restore padme's spirits, but it did prompt her to move.

          — the truth was, padme was tired of being lost and confused. the world had gone through a difficult time since she died—was even still trying to claw it's way back from them. she could either sit in here and mope about her personal loss, about what she was greiving for, or she could get off her ass and help. and to do that, she needed a starting point.

          padme quickly capped her nail polish. she hadn't recovered much in the way of fashion, but when "reviving" someone, she couldn't blame them for thinking about something as simple as clothing. what simple cloak she had on would have to do. now that she'd found some wind to put beneath her sails, she was half-afriad that lingering would only let despair sink its dinky little claws into her again. she only took the time to pull her hair up into a tight bun before striding out of her room, hands folded in front of her.

Anakin isn’t. He’s petrified, and nervous, and confused. Still, despite all that...he knows this planet. He takes comfort in that simple fact, but it certainly isn’t enough to relieve him. How is he here? How is he alive? Not being aware of anything after his sacrifice would have suited him just fine, but now he remembers it. He remembers the screams, the roars, the blood - all too well.

So the young man basically stumbles through the city, looking for anyone who could tell him what’s going on, or better yet, put him out of his misery again. In his desperation, he grabs onto the nearest passerby, his eyes reddened with fear and pain. “I’m supposed to be dead,” Anakin practically croaks, losing all sense of former manners right now. “Jacen, Jaina, Ben...H-Han, Leia...are they here? Tell me they’re here...”

After a while of passing out and waking up, Cienna managed to flip herself onto her back. For one of the few times in her life the woman had no idea what to do. She had to find someone, or at least hope that someone would come looking for her. Maybe artoo had found someone, if they hadn’t just ran back to base. Kriff. Wait.. The radio. The radio! Her old radio that she was fixing, maybe there was a chance.

It took a long while before Cienna had the energy to pull herself to it, pulling it to the ground by the cord, sending out a distress signal, but she couldn’t be sure if it sent. Kriff!  For the first time in a while Cienna felt tears stinging her eyes. “Please... Someone..” She groaned, trying to stay calm despite the tears that kept falling.

You win some and you lose some. That’s all the war is. There may be a definitive winner, eventually, but all the long days in between are characterized by nothing more than that. Today it’s rubble on both sides, the Resistance moved elsewhere, and Luke already half-exhausted even thinking of the death toll. Good people lost, again. There are things to celebrate - his friends released from prison, the First Order hurting too, but sometimes that doesn’t feel like enough. 

The entertainment district is just as grimy as Luke expects. It’s a good place to be anonymous, though, to make yourself nothing, and sometimes he just wants to be exactly that. Nothing and no one. It takes time to find somewhere quiet. .Technically his new apartment is relatively quiet, but he can’t spend his time looking at the same walls constantly.

               they were dismissed and jyn’s immediate urge to explore the city to gain more of an understanding of the landscape and streets were pressing heavily in her chest. pace quick and firm, she moved to the elevators which transported the new rebels up to the city from the underworld. ❝ have you any familiarity with this planet? i could use a brief explanation of the districts. ❞

“Sorry, is this one your’s?”

however, today was the day he would follow in his father’s footsteps and become a member of THE RESISTANCE. he wore a long hooded cloak, slipping past the crowd as he was beginning to make his way to the base. it wasn’t until he turned his head instinctively to see if he had disrupted someone’s path ---- to end up doing just that when he bumped into someone by accident ( mostly because he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. kriff, there goes getting there early. )

[ whir of impatience ] hey, can i cut around you ?? i got places to be !! that’s a lie, but THEY don’t know that.