#behindthetroopermask

The Liberators had managed to capture a First Order transmission; there would be a scouting mission on the planet of T3-5...but they were training new stormtroopers there at the same time too nearby. Jayran and Tylan had decided to take armed liberators with them, to save stormtroopers from the First Order if they wanted to get out.

Rey grabbed a rag from her utility belt, swiping it across her forehead to clear away the sweat that threatened to drip into her eyes. It was boiling and she was uncomfortably wedged within the air ducts of one of the Rebel bases that was operating in space. It was imperative that this get fixed as soon as possible.

She finished her work quickly and shimmied out of the duct. Her face and clothing was covered in layers of dirt and dust, so she went to clean up before making her way to the dining area.

It wasn’t the best food, but it was better than the portions she had been eating for years. She was quick to help herself to a large platter of food, found a table, and then began quickly eating. Table manners were something she she lacked, but no one around seemed to mind very much.

Send (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) to give my muse a big hug!

Beau let out a happy laugh as Mark ran over and pulled him into a big hug. He hugged him back and lifted, making the man’s toes barely touch the ground. Here they were, finally, as equals. The resistance had willingly taken off Mark’s cuffs, and he was hugging him for the first time, completely free.

“Shit!!” Mitaka zipped up his fly and spun around to the trooper. “F-fine! I’m fine!” he winces at the feeling of the cum on the desk squishing against his back.

“That way? You see papa that way?” He asked the tiny child on his shoulders. They were in the corn field, and even Beau’s tall body wasn’t enough to see past the stalks. Skye had been enamored with the maze-like structure at first glance, but had quickly gotten lost in it and panicked. Now that she was on his shoulders, she stared triumphantly over the ears of corn, no longer trapped.

“I see your twelve!!” she pointed forward, and Beau made a bee-line right through the corn stalks toward Mark, enjoying the elated giggled Skye was letting out for being so high up.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. @lamaantua