#dvrksiider

How many times had they sparred? Although, spar seemed too nice a word. The two toed the line between sparring and fighting every time they crossed blades, either seldom walking away without a new injury of some sort. Starkiller wasn’t so proud that she wouldn’t admit earning a scar or two from their intense training. Taking a swift step back, she twirled her saber, taking the brief moment to catch her breath as she sized up her opponent.

“You’re getting slow, Nyla.” A pause, a smirk that was as much of a challenge as the raised weapon. “Sure you want to keep this game up?”

“Any leads on the scavenger and her friends?” Ren questioned the other knight, looking down from his throne.

princess consuela banana hammock <3

NO I’M NOT DARTH WHEEZY

corry vc: you are kinda wheezy

eRON NO

I should be at dinner right now... I wonder if anybody’s noticed? Master Skywalker’s modest Jedi Academy was abuzz, with older students leading the younger to the Dining Hall. Instead of walking along with her classmates, nine-year old Amanda laid across the roof of her dorm with her boots dangling below.

She rested an arm against her eyes to shield out the setting sun, and quietly groaned. According to her parents, she’d been brought here to master some “power”... little did they know, it only got worse since she arrived just a few short days ago! Just being around these people was giving her headaches, far more often than she ever had back home.

Going to the Dining Hall now? She’d have the mother of all migraines, again! “If this is what the magical ‘Force’ is supposed to be, take it back!” Amanda miserably called out to the sky, “I don’t want it!” She already knew it wouldn’t be so easy... and her grumbling stomach quickly pulled her back to the roof. Amanda glared, debating on poking her own belly. “... oh, quiet down,” she sighed, curling up into a ball, “I’ll just drop by the Dining Hall after everyone’s done...”

(Picture for her pose, not her faceclaim!)