#eightseven

❝SHOOT  ME !❞  a  request ?  an  order !  General  Hux  stood  there  upon  the  ship  he  was  so  sure  he  built .  The  ship  he  put  all  his  heart  &  soul  into  his  work ,  his  passion ,  his  visions .  Tapped  his  arm ,  back  straightened  as  he  looked  into  the  eyes  of  the  man ,  the  STORMTROOPER  that  defected  from  the  First  Order ,  FN-2187 ,  TRAITOR !  but  was  he  better  than  him ?  ❝shoot  my  arm , quickly❞    

                ❝hey, finn!❞ she’s walking towards him, she knew there had been something on his mind. she could feel it & she needed to know what he wanted to tell her. well, not need. more or less curiosity. she stills, a foot or so from him, flashing the once trooper a small smile. things had been calm & it was NICE. sure, the fight was still going on, but not as brutal as it had been and for a moment she felt peace--- like they could win it all.

❝ 𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝙳 ! 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 ? You look like someone kicked your tooka or somethin’. Troopers gettin’ ya freedom fighters down ? ❞

I JUST THINK SHES NEAT

BEN  tosses  soaking  hair  from  his  eyes,     untamed  &  long  from  lack  of  the  proper  grooming,     wrinkling  toes  wiggling  against  one  another  in  sludgey  boots.     a  staff  carved  of  thick  wood  plunges  into  the  mud,     steps  s q u e l c h i n g  under  each  approaching  move.     he  gives  FINN  a  meaty  clap  on  the  back,     cheekbones  lifting  to  a  smile.  

          ❝      ━━  the  cold  will  make  you  lethargic;     slow  down  MOVEMENT.     some  battles  last  for  hours  .  .  .  you  wade  through  it,     even  at  a  crawling  pace.    still!     you’ve  done  a  decent  job  here  today.     𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓?          ❞