#extrooperr

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trigger warning: ---character: tiger lilyfandom: once upon a time ( oc )

         ❝ I have no intention of insinuating myself into whatever it is you might have to do— even if it means that I can see my tribe again. I won’t have it, Pan. ❞ The first part of her statement was all, without a doubt, true. Coming to the part about her tribe, though, was not nearly as honest. Tiger Lily would give anything to see and be with her family again, even if it was just for a day or an hour. But she wasn’t going to come off as some helpless, desperate girl to Peter Pan. No, she’d swallow her blood before she would swallow her pride.

         ❝ If killing my father is part of the business you have to do in the Enchanted Forest, then go ahead. Try. My father will not go down without a fight, and death would not be the most vile and spiteful thing you could do to a man like him. ❞ She kept a steady gaze, her chin slightly tilted upwards, and her facial expression hard to determine. If by chance Pan would see through the invisible barrier she’s put up— well, she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. She placed everything above her emotions at the moment; she had to look emotionless and restrain herself from any sudden outbursts she might have if he’s infuriated her enough— Tiger Lily would act like an adult.

         ❝ The mere fact that I am not obliging to come with you to my land of birth and heritage makes it true enough that I do not want to have my eyes settle on my fellow Piccaninny tribe members. ❞

                              Lies, lies, and more lies.

      "No, no, no, no.

                                 Come on!”

He has to work fast in order to fix the problem before things really start to go wrong. Dean’s already down in the grates of his ship, his hands moving quickly, switching out tools nearly every second. Good thing he knows what he’s doing otherwise he’d be in big trouble.

After a minute or two, he’s able to keep the trouble at bay, but he needs some new parts if the problem’s to be fixed. So he wipes his hands on his pants, hopping out of the small area in the grates and exiting his ship. Close behind him, his little black and white droid follows him around, telling him something along the lines of,  “Maybe if you were a better pilot, you wouldn’t spend so much on parts,” in little beeps and whirrs.

Dean scoffs, glancing around, looking for a place in his line of sight where he can buy some parts for his ship. Finding the right ones might be tricky, but he’ll make do with whatever he can get.

      “You see anything?”

The question is directed at his BB unit, but he gets a simple, “No,” as an answer.

     The First Order had been defeated, for now, and it was time to celebrate. The base was alive and well with celebrations and smiles. Those hurt had been healed. Everything seemed...well. Anareth had jumped right into the swing of things, too. After leaving her former home and joining the force for good, she already felt better about herself and as if the wrongs she made could be righted. While everyone was celebrating with drinks and song, she was tending to those who needed help, already set on her path of doing good.

     She carried a tray of food to one of the rooms in the medcenter, placing her hand upon the controls to open the door before stepping in. Normally Anareth was sitting behind a control panel and fumbling with wires but for now there was much more important things to be done. And she figured she could handle it. The patient she was helping tend to had been injured at the blade of Kylo Ren, taking it to the back. Carefully Ana placed the tray of food upon a table and turned to the man.