#avengeus

" tell me, trilla suduri. were you ever going to let me in on your little secret ? " despite the accusing nature of her words, there's a hint of curiosity underlying jyn's question. as irritating as it may be to not see the full picture ( especially when it has to do with her current operation ), they're not officially allies. suduri has no ties to the alliance and jyn has no ties to her. " were you planning on telling me slowly, piece-by-piece ? or, if i had to guess, " she drums her fingertips against the table in a mockery of contemplation. " you weren't planning on telling me at all. "

cal has learned to train himself to rely on the force before he jumps into asking questions. this was not always the case, especially as a padawan. in those years, cal often asked a handful of questions, and instead of answering them, his master told him to concentrate on the force. it took cal many tries to make this a habit, and even with it being such, he still slips at times and asks questions before looking into the force.

cal doesn't like calling droids clankers, and he only did once because it slipped out. he heard it used a lot during the clone wars and always felt it was rude to call the droids such a name, and that is why he avoided saying it for so long. however, after saying it, he later apologized to BD for his language and swore he would never use it again.

despite how easily cal's skin burns, he loves the sun, and he loves being on warm planets. however, he does forget to take proper care of his skin, which results in him burning. the only good that comes from him being burnt is once the burn fades, new freckles appear either as a cluster of 4-5 or 1 to 2.

                       SHE   HAD   TRIED   TO   BELIEVE   IN   THE   EMPIRE   FOR   HER   whole   life,   but   things   had   started   to   turn   far   too   extreme.   Iden   found   herself   questioning   her   loyalty   a   bit.   That   was   not   something   a   daughter   of   a   high   ranking   official   should   be   doing.   She   would   make   him   the   laughingstock   of   The   Empire.   Yet,   she   could   not   get   those   rumored   words   out   of   her   head.   She   should   have   known   better   coming   from   Han   Solo,   but   something   was   telling   her   to   check   it   out   for   herself.   Maybe...   not   totally   by   herself.

            HER   EYES   SWEPT   OVER   THE   COCKPIT,   AND   THEN   TO   THE   female   inquisitor   that   sat   in   the   co-pilot   seat.   No,   she   wasn’t   alone.   Someone   who   also   had   different   thoughts   than   The   Empire.   Someone   Iden   found   a   small   bond   with.   Some   could   say   even   a   friend.   The   thought   could   almost   make   her   smile,   but   this   was   a   serious   situation.   The   Empire   had   a   chemical   weapon   that   turned   out   to   be   very...   horrifying.

there had been a time when the senator, draped in softest silks, had watched after this former padawan learner, secretly hoping she would spin around and run right back into her embrace. it was still a mystery to padmé why exactly she had felt such a strong connection forming between herself and trilla, but losing it had hurt immensely, proving every emotion painfully real and true. she'd kept waiting and hoping, knowing those two acts could be easily included in the things she'd always been quite talented in. and then, one day, all that they'd ever known and experienced even remotely safe, had gotten torn apart right before their eyes. she had been the one to run and disappear, answering to 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 call more or less reluctantly. trilla on the other hand, if looked through padmé's perspective, had turned into the one who'd been waiting and receiving nothing but the echos from what could have been.

a steadying breath was drawn as her lips finally parted, ❝ i know. i wasn't there when you needed me and i regret it deeply. you deserve no cheap excuses and i won't try offering you any. ❞ where her words were as confident as they could, considering the circumstances, her tone of voice was everything but. it wavered, sadness pouring out between every spoken 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. ❝ trilla — trilla, i pray that one day you'll forgive me. had my health allowed it, i'd been right there waiting for you. ❞ when the remains of goodness had collapsed, she'd welcomed two new lives into the chaos.

depends on the gift and depends on the person giving the gift, but generally im going to say no, not really with a big astrict next to it. the obvious exception are gifts from those closest to her such as her parents, her brother, cousins, her ladies, she is always flattered to be given anything, no matter how big or small the gift. (also any gift from @dekariosa).

it also depends on the gift itself. most nobles or other royalty sending gifts tend to give things they think she will like or might impress, rather than doing their homework. but sometimes there's a rare moment where some does actually gift her something of meaning and value to her, and in those cases, yes she is also flattered.

the people tend to gift her flowers (but sometimes fabrics for dresses or baked goods, etc. etc) should they see her or their be some sort of official royal outing or gathering. and these are also an exception

5 Word Starters

"NCPD's been lookin' for my ass for years, what makes your case against me special?" Green blade in their hand, Vale held it out and pointed towards everyone's favorite Arasaka Agent. It just never ended, huh? You best their best so they send the best's best after you. That's how things go from good to great, bad to worse, entry level agents and bounty hunters to the big bad wolves of Night City! These are the wolves with houses blown down, dressed like sheep to catch the herd off guard.

Unfortunately for Trilla, she had herself against Night City's sacrificial lamb that wouldn't stay down. They could do this all day if need be! Their sneakers squeaked on the wet pavement, the merc having been followed out to the edge of the city as they were trying to accomplish some work for Dakota Smith. She found them good, Badlands-centered work, and it was V's part of the deal to help her with that! Getting tied up in Arasaka business was not in their deals!

"I'm in the middle of a job right now, you're really gonna make me miss my meeting with a Fixer? I hate to leave people waiting!" V tilted their head back, cocky smirk fixated upon Trilla's terrifying self. She was one of the boogeymen of Night City. Too bad that death kinda fucks with your sense of self-preservation.