#dualsabered

"oh, not again..."

luke extinguishes his saber in frustration and pushes the cuff his his right robe-sleeve back. his knuckles are literally skinned, exposing metal joints. wires snake when he flexes his fingers. the cybernetics are still working fine, but the synthflesh has burned right through.

Ahsoka:

Do I know your muse(s):  yes (not caught up on CW though) | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

Din:

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

He’d lived a good, long life. Far longer than he’d expected, considering the defects within his genes. It was only a matter of time, though, before the metaphorical noose around his neck tightened for good. 99 kept that in mind more often than not these days, what with how things were going around here. Clone troopers hadn’t exactly been treated kindly under the Republic, but under Imperial Rule, things had gotten infinitely worse. The Empire had no interest in tending to their aging troopers, preferring to use them as canon fodder on the front lines or euthanizing them en masse when they could no longer march day in and day out.

No, 99 had no love for the Empire. His love was exclusively for his brothers now, and it was for his brothers that he’d set up his secure encrypted channel and offered his ears and eyes to those who resisted Imperial rule. Nobody expected old 99 to be the mole, after all. Old 99, who they thought was blind and deaf and too dumb to do anything but sweep the floors, who had always been little more than a harmless mascot.

‘Help me,’ he’d sent out into the unknown, ‘Help me avenge my brothers, and I’ll tell you everything you need to know about Kamino.’

And then, he did.  He became a Fulcrum Agent for the shadowy Rebellion. Every secret, every scrap of classified information, every overheard conversation was funneled along that secret encrypted channel, with hopes that someone out there was putting it all to good use. It came as a surprise when the warning that he’d been compromised and that someone would be coming to extract him shortly. He’d almost not taken the offer. He’d been born on Kamino. He’d lived his entire life on Kamino. He’d thought he’d die here on Kamino as well. There was likely a traitor’s death waiting for him, perhaps a firing squad or perhaps a syringe, and it was a good a death as any given his circumstances… but 99 realized he owed it to his brothers to keep living, and keep fighting. His body might be failing, but his mind was as sharp as ever, and even old wolves had perfectly good fangs.

“Yeah, but not with an entire base of Stormtroopers on our tail!”

Kaeden was a doctor. Doctors belonged in medical bays, not running for their lives through an Imperial base after stealing classified intel and making said base of Stormtroopers very, very mad. Make no mistake, she was glad to help out the Alliance any way she could, but today’s field trip made their exploits on Raada look like a breezy promenade in the park in comparison. It meant that she could spend more time with Ahsoka Tano, though, so maybe it wasn’t so horrible.

She ducked behind a bulkhead as a barrage of blaster shots came their way. Fortunately for Kaeden, she was much better prepared for adventure than she had been on Raada, and had her own blaster now to shoot back.