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          "All sorts of grave robbers indeed,” Dorian repeated with a skeptical quirk of his brow. “They’ve got a certain look to them, too. A little scruffy, darkly dressed, and they talk much too quickly. Though, usually, they work in greater numbers.” He didn’t draw his staff, not yet; not until danger presented itself proper. For now, the mage took several steps forward and crossed his arms over his chest, peering in full accusation.

“You can’t just expect to get a flight that was scheduled two hours ago to the terminal on time. It’s a twelve hour flight.” Rey shook her head. This pilot was crazy, and their passenger’s were in no mood to sit through a flight that long without getting some form of reimbursments for sitting on the tarmac for so long.

Poe Dameron was the pilot she was routinely scheduled to fly with. As a flight attendant, she was annoyed by his bizarre flying skills. He had been trained in the air force and when he went off duty he started working for commerical airlines. It made him treat every flight like a military mission. Often times, she thought he did it on purpose just to annoy her.

          @coronadelsol​: ❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜

         A scoff left him at the notion but Ben shrugged slightly. “A pretty way to put it. Too bad it’s all bullshit. You can’t really believe that, can you? Texts are going to paint the Resistance and the First Order as being just as bad as the other. In a few decades, our names will be next to meaningless - boiled down to whatever collection of verb the writer is feeling up to that day.”

As bitter as he sounded, Ben didn’t say it unkindly. Bluntly, to the point, and a bit rude, but he didn’t believe that he was wrong. He knew how he’d be depicted in history texts and various spoken legends from then on - Kylo Ren, the power hungry Supreme Leader of the First Order and Former Apprentice to Leader Snoke, son of Leia Organa and Han Solo, and Murderer of The Hosnian System. 

While the hunger for power surged upward, he was getting better at controlling it. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t certain that he still deserved said power, but curbing that was his problem. Glancing up at Poe, he paused and waved a hand in a vague gesture. “Do you disagree? Word of mouth is often unreliable so forgive me if my faith in those storytellers is faulty.” 

If they stuck to the facts of the situation, then he couldn’t say that it’d be much different. He still stood by while the Hosnian System was destroyed and he’d done little to rid the galaxy of the rumors that Rey had killed Snoke. Ben shrugged and grabbed one of the wrenches off the work room floor only to toss it in the nearest tool box. 

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       𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

       𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝙽’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙸’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸’𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗. 𝙵𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎!

       𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝙽-𝟸𝟺𝟹𝟽 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝙽 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

       𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝙽-𝟸𝟺𝟹𝟽 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜.

@coronadelsol​ said:  "I don't want to know."

“You don’t? No... No, you don’t,” he said, his voice trailed into a sigh of sorts. The pilot had encountered only a fraction of the horrors that the dark-sider had seen as far as Kylo was concerned. The resistance, rebels, whatever one wanted to call them, they were naive and idealistic. Maybe things were better that way.

Kylo’s posture stiffened. The sound of creasing leather undercut his heavy breaths as he balled his hands into fists. Rage went through his body like blood through veins; it was muscle memory at this point. Kylo never relaxed. His body, his weapon, was readied for constant violence.

“You don’t want to know what I know. It would shatter everything you think you know -- about the Resistance, about me... and about yourself.”

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