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@affinitytwenty 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :: ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞

                𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻  𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂  𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴  𝙸𝙽  𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂:  classified intelligence detailing a string of underground research facilities scattered across the outer-rim’s most obscure, backwater planets.  at vader’s command, elite commando squads stormed the compounds, dismantling a mass network of complex traps and security measures left behind for those unwelcome.  captain rex led the ground assault, apprehending the remaining personnel, confiscating lab equipment, and seizing invaluable research logs, every record a potential key to understanding the purpose of their presence and the true nature of the research.

then came the discovery.      imprisoned deep within the hidden laboratories, the remains of force-sensitive beings—malnourished, restrained, their very existences erased from the galaxy.  it should have come as no surprise, yet the revelation had disquieted even the most battle-hardened of the 501st.

❝there were more,❞ captain rex debriefed upon his return to coruscant days later, his voice quiet, plaintive.  ❝mostly bodies.❞   men and women of varying age, species, class—all subjected to darth sidious’s cruel experimentation.  not even the little ones had made it out.

the recovered data painted a grim picture, the sheer scale of the casualties staggering.  identification would take time; every day uncovered new atrocities, spanning multiple locations, stretching back decades, with even some brutalities discovered in cryogenic storage, preserved for further research, as though death alone had not been enough.

by the time rex finished presenting the state of the ongoing investigation, rage had eclipsed vader’s expression.  the reality was indisputable: countless innocent lives had perished without purpose, without reason.  and then, rex introduced the only known survivor of sidious’s violence.

young, force-sensitive, and emaciated beyond comprehension, the child was a tragedy at best and an abomination at worst.

disgusted by the all too familiar cruelty, vader had ordered the youngling to the medical bay, where he received immediate medical treatment, sustenance, and indefinite shelter.   now, a standard month later, the same boy stood before him—seemingly of his own volition—having sidestepped multiple layers of security in an audacious attempt to seek an audience with the emperor.

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS. add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! | accepting

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. Taking the train was something she didn't expect either; perhaps it was a closer location, and there wasn't a need to take any of the ships for this particular job. What was throwing her for a loop was the fact that 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑏 wanted Rosalie's assistance on the technical side of things. Surely, there were other personnel who could help, but she did remember documenting all of her abilities. Maybe it was the 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 that she possessed that caught his attention, despite it being an ability she never really liked using. 

Standing up in the train car while others sat, Rosalie did her best to make herself small, but her legs were getting tired from standing. Every so often, she'd bend and shake her leg a little to get some movement going, but it wasn't until Caleb suggested that she sit down that she looked over her shoulder and took note of the seats. There wasn't any left, and Rosalie was not about to make The Colonel give her his seat. First-come, first-served. Fair is fair. 

❝ That's okay, I'll stand. ❞ Rosalie replied simply before looking ahead again to stare at the window. However, that response wasn't the right one. 

Making a small yelp as she felt her body being lifted, she was suddenly placed on Caleb's lap, and she blushed deeply. The lights in the train flicker a few times before finally stabilizing once more. What the hell just happened? 

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. ) | accepting

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍. She was still adjusting, making sure herself and her daughter were settled was no easy feat, but it was something that was needed when she decided to start a new⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠life. Rosalie enjoyed her time in Georgia, but she felt like she couldn't go back to Washington, not after everything she had experienced while being there. It was best to be somewhere else, even if that location was a city in the sky. 

With her experience in Cybersecurity, her internship at 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒, Rosalie was able to apply for a job working for the 𝐹𝐴𝑅𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐹𝐿𝐸𝐸𝑇, which also meant working for 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐴𝑅𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐹𝐿𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐸𝐿; she was grateful they had a help desk where she'd work with some personnel who were part of the fleet, so she was able to see how they did things compared to the civilian side of the cyberworld. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 would simply be The I.T. Girl. 

Once 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 was dropped off at the daycare on the installation, Rosalie looked at her watch to see that the coffee shop she scouted yesterday was about to open. Making her way there, Rosalie walked the streets and took in all the sights before it started to rain.

❝ Oh. Wow. It's crowded. ❞ Looking down at her phone to see when the rain would stop, she started making steps in line until she ran into someone's back. ❝ Oof. ❞ 

Whoever they were, they certainly had some muscle on them; their backs were hard as fuck. Reaching up to rub her nose, she saw exactly who she ran into. Looking up, Rosalie began to feel her face become hot. Her eyes were wide to see that it was 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐸𝐵, 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐴𝑅𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐹𝐿𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐸𝐿. 

❝ I-I…❞ Find your words, Rosalie. He's a man. He puts on his pants the same way you do. ❝ G-Good morning, Colonel Xia. ❞ Rosalie remembered the basic etiquette when it came to the Farspace Fleet and the personnel that served it. Officers were addressed by Sir, Ma'am, or, in some cases, their rank and then their last name. 

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙  ❝ 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑼𝑺?! ❞ Miya blinked a couple of times staring up at the man who was in her doorway. Her hand gripped to door knob with a tight grip before sticking her head out. She peeked left and right to make sure no one was in the hallway. Once it was confirmed, Miya took a hold of Sylus's wrist to carefully pull him inside her apartment before closing the door behind her. ❝ What on earth are you doing here? Let alone in broad daylight? ❞ Miya asked as she stood close to the door, her back pressed against the surface as she crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight to one side of her hip. 

It was maybe a couple of months ago when Miya was taken to the 𝐍𝟏𝟗𝟎 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄 as bait and encountered the 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐒. At first, she was scared of him, but over the months and interactions they had together (from text messages to video chats) ― she could say that she grew fond of him. Fond enough, that she wanted to keep their dynamic a secret from the 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 since he was a 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳. Normally, Miya Halsey would never go against orders and she remained loyal to her comrades. But there was something about Sylus that made her want to live on the edge and 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍. 

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙  ❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁? ❞ Her voice called out among the crowd as she stopped in her track the city streets of Skyhaven. It was almost as if she saw a ghost when seeing him again for the first time after so many years. From what she could remember, 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑶 was herself, Caleb and Zayne. The cardiac surgeon and herself had managed to stay friends throughout the years, and ever since the death of her mother and sister, Zayne had been nothing but supportive after the house explosion. However, seeing Caleb ― that was a different story in itself. He appeared to be a lot taller now, his eyes still seemed gentle, but the way his body filled out ―Maybe it was best to not stare at him like he was food after not seeing after so long.