Jan 8, 2017
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"What are you doing, here? This is a poor planet, there’s nothing here for your kind.”
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"What are you doing, here? This is a poor planet, there’s nothing here for your kind.”
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chnaka replied to your post: // Ok so we’ve got: Atlas Vega of the Imperial...
I’d deem them brothers. They have very similar facial structures. and as a sibling myself, I look nothing like my sister.
// This is all I needed to hear, thank.
I think a lot of the lack of resemblance stems from Atlas being a lot more tan and weathered looking than Orion, because if he weren’t-- you’re right, the similar facial structure would be a lot more apparent.
But for me the weathered look makes a lot of sense. Orion, though older, is an officer in the Imperial Navy and has spent most of his life on ships in space. He’s got every reason for a fair complexion. Atlas, on the other hand, is an infiltrator. That means he does a lot of footwork, wading through the murkier parts of the galaxy to seek out and join Rebel cells. He needs to come off as rough around the edges so the fact that he’s an Imperial isn’t obvious.
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oh how CLEVER she thought she was. escaping today’s lesson and trading it in for a lovely day out in the meadows by the rolling hills. a much better idea. but she had to move fast. sliding around the palace, she quickly broke out into a run down the grand marble steps, sun filtering through the pillars while she ran past important figures and children playing.
the capitol was so much more beautiful to look at OUTSIDE. the young princess stopping and taking a moment to look at it all. the open markets and people talking before hurrying along again. she dressed down, moving quick enough so no one could see her face. she was ALMOST there. until guards were spotted. at the cutting end of where the city met the wilderness. dashing behind a building, she pressed her back against the wall, breaths heavy while watching intently while they circled. they were out looking for her already?
chnaka replied to your post: When a group picture of clones come up and I’m...
it means they are all friend shaped <3
by jove you’re right!!
chnaka replied to your post: // Hey all, just a lil’ update on where I’ve been–...
You could go with option b but I’m pretty sure that side of the fandom is quiet af right now. If it helps at all I always find writing random, unrelated drabbles or fanfics for a muse you’re having difficulty with helps a lot. It just gets that sound of that character back into your head
// Gruh my headspace is just very much in fantasy mode right now. I also started a fantasy novel and a fantasy RPG, because I just desperately needed to punish myself. Tolkien could easily crossover with GOT, but I think even GOT has been pretty quiet lately-- and I can’t think of any other major fantasy settings that have a presence in Tumblr RP.
I’ve been writing little oneshots about characters and cities that pop into my head, and although they are fun to write, they’re not very satisfying. :/
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“ Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. ”
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The young girl pursed her lips, looking up at her captain with skepticism. Maybe he could seen those things, from his position as the leader of a notorious pirate gang. No one was going to treat him like a servant, like a lesser being meant to be seen and not heard. He had never been to Neb Trys and see the disparity there, girls with their spirits beaten down and broken, training day and night to please the Masters who saw them as property. Hondo Ohnaka would never, could never, be a slave.
For a nine year old, it was hard to think of anything else.
“How do I do that, Captain?” Hirani ran her hands down one of her lekku, a nervous habit, “I can’t see it the way you do….”
“ You want to ask, so ask. ”
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“Did you sell me?”
The question escaped her before she could stop herself. Even after almost ten years apart, he still had that annoying paternal knack for drawing out things that were bothering her. Every day since she had been taken from Florrum, she had been plagued by questions she knew could never be answered, especially not after the birth of this new Empire. She had never even expected to see Captain Ohnaka again, but…. here he was, standing with her behind the cantina she worked at, brows lifted over the green lenses of his goggles.
“They told me that they gave you spice…. But I never fully believed….” Hirani’s eyes lifted to meet his, and she rubbed her arms anxiously, “I just…. have to hear it from you.”