#dusksabered

dusk in Whiterun

The Blue Forest + Beautiful Whiterun

i think the british came up with it?? and we just never got rid of it out of spite?? Who Knows.

                              ❝ All the information you need to know is located within your data pad. I will be located in the bay hanger to guide your flight path and assure everything goes smoothly. ❞ And  it  will.  Armitage  didn’t  become  the  General  of  the  First  Order  through  nepotism  alone  ( tho  it  did  help ).  No,  if  play  favorites  was  a  thing,  Pryde  would  have  been  granted  the  position  over  him  given  the  man’s  veteran  service  &&  actual  battle  field  training.  But  Snoke  wasn’t  an  IDIOT.  Despite  their  leader’s  love  of  the  mystical  arts,  Snoke  at  least  knew  where  the  Force  failed,  science  reined.  In  walks  Armitage  Hux,  a  brilliant  technocrat  with  the  ambition  and  capabilities  to  see  his  visions  through.

    At  the  hanger  Hux  dons  a  in  ear  commlink  wired  to  transmit  directly  to  the  test  craft.  In  the  last  two  prototypes  Hux  had  carved  out  a  spot   on  the  dashboard  for  a  hologram  communication  conductor  to  be  placed  but  this  model  is  missing  one  on  the  count  that  he  had  no  interest  in  seeing  Ren’s  face  or  vice  versa.  That  wasn’t  the  only  modification  he  made  to  the  craft.  Given  Ren’s  proportions,  Hux  added  more  leg  room  for  the  pilot. 

amaiya’s heart leaps as her eyes soak in the vine jungles of devaron: the green mist, the rugged path before her. the tug in her stomach is a familiar companion, urging to continue following the path before her. perhaps amaiya should be more WORRIED: she has no idea why she's on this planet or if its even safe. but the voices called her, whispered that her purpose rested here. 

five months ago, the thought of trusting imaginary voices to lead her to some so-called destiny would have been met with confusion and indifference, but her desperation has only grown since her brother’s death. whatever abilities amaiya possessed were growing more difficult to control, progressing into the destruction of an entire street market, and the deaths of several guards in hot pursuit of the new owner of a stolen light freighter. 

the tugging in her gut intensifies as the vines slowly begin to thin, revealing a valley and a decaying building. her throat tightens: something terrible happened here. but amaiya can’t turn back- it’s as if her feet have a mind of their own, pulling her into the battlefield as she registers the fragments of blasters and armor left behind. but there’s something specific saying her name, something that wants her to find it, that has been waiting to be found for a l o n g  t i m e . 

there’s a ringing in her ears as she moves further in, the voices growing louder and louder until they abruptly STOP. the hair on the back of her neck STANDS, grip on the blaster tightening as her senses go on high alert. 

someone’s here, she can feel them. 

Rey had been running late, and yet, she still somehow managed to make it to a seat in the front row of her class, sliding in and powering up her laptop as she pulled out a notebook and pen and furiously began to jot down notes. She hadn’t paid any mind to the professor, until- he turned around and began to speak. Professor Solo, it seemed had one of the deepest voices she had ever heard with a timbre that drove a spark through her leg and to the very core of her being. 

Looking him over, he couldn’t be over the age of thirty. He was far too young to be a professor, perhaps she was crazy. As a junior, she was just getting out of her fundamentals and into the classes necessary for her major; and oh boy, his class was definitely necessary. She spent the whole class staring at him while simultaneously taking notes, her hazel eyes never leaving the tall body that demanded attention at the front of the room.

When class was over, she felt her heart sink at the fact she wouldn’t see him again until Wednesday. As she packed up her belongings, she hardly noticed his presence encroach on her space. She had completely forgotten that she’d arrived late. 

     𝐚𝐭   𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬   𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.   waking in a low lit, black room and unable to move is quite disturbing to her hazy mind.  what she last remembers is fighting stormtroopers, deflecting their blaster shots left and right.  beams of energy flashed every which way, enemy fire often being forced to backtrack and plowing directly through the brain of the trooper firing.  she was fighting so hard to protect her parents, and then nothing.  had she somehow lost?  is this paralyzed nothingness what has awaited her since she abandoned the light?  and then --- oh, she remembers.  she had and hadn’t lost the fight ; she is still breathing, only a little injured, but kiza and hoc are dead.  torn apart by blaster shots and crumpled to the ground atop one another.  the echo of her own agonized scream drifts along in the very back of her head, and her eyes sting with tears as she recalls what brought her here.

     here.  back to kylo’s ship.  in a holding cell, no less.  not just any holding cell, of course.  what can hold traitors of the first order and hostages of the resistance cannot hold a knight of ren.  it has been fortified to withstand any fight a force user such as herself could put up, and digging into her wrists are cuffs that ensure that should she pull the force inward for use she will be promptly shocked back into submission.  they needn’t worry about her getting out of hand so long as they don’t over step.  𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐛𝐞   𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐦   𝐛𝐲   𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐚   𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

     following the hiss of the door opening, a large figure cloaked in black steps in with troopers behind him.  the very ones that have been guarding her, she assumes.  groggy, still fighting through the fog of disorientation and exhaustion ( as well as the fading tranquilizer she’d been shot with ), her eyes roll lazily upward at him.  her head lulls to the side in doing so, and she tries to keep it upright.  there is no happiness in seeing him as there would be on any other day ; as much as she loves kylo, this is the first she has seen him in months.  since she lied to all of them and left to be on naboo again.  staring her betrayal in the face with the weight of her losses stacked on top --- she isn’t particularly in the mood for any of that.