#forceblinded

“You’re sorely mistaken, sir. I have business here and not as some tourist headed to the Worlport.” Protest spared to the tallest of the Weequay pirates falls on dead ears. Meanwhile, the grip on the Aagauun’s right arm by another only tightens before a tug ushers unwilling steps in a direction away from where her ship (and her security droids) are docked. The foolish mistake made was traversing into the trading port to seek her contact alone, despite it being a path taken many times prior. 

@mindsmade​​​​​ / @forceblinded​ . ❝ I’ve been practicing with it since I was a kid. ❞ / rein n moe ( I’m too lazy to hop over to the right account skdjdj ) 👁👁 . the banner saga 1 . accepting

It was a sense of wonder really. Not unlike how Moe remembered the first time she had seen the inside of a tie fighter. It felt unfair, in a way, that she would never be able to understand how the force worked in a intimate way. The way that she had understood how the cogs turned and how burning fuel actually made the ships propel themselves. Unfair simply because she felt the knowledge enticing, something that felt truly like magic. And how many shapes it could take. And how useful it could truly be beyond the use of a single person. How some artefacts could have the force put into them, right? To harness that energy for other things seemed the coolest shit.  

   “Would you show it to me?” she signs leaning on the side, the cold metal on her elbow resting against her exposed and bruised leg. It was warm inside of the ship. Her hair, freshly washed was wrapped in a microfibre bright purple turban. Likely the most expensive thing she had ever actually bought. Her hand hovers in Rein’s direction. Unsure how to really explain, what she expected. Truthfully, Moe was just curious.

Likely one of the first few times she allowed herself to relax on the ship for the past few hours. Royd and Rein seemed to be going well, talking for what must have been hours while Moe and Gil did some work on the ship. Still, she kept a close eye. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust force users, she didn’t trust anyone especially not around her ship and around... her people. Ew. They had left, Rein having to return to her convent or something. She would have offered to return them but they didn’t need a bodyguard and she also wasn’t being paid to do it. She would have if Royd had asked but with a Jedi beside him, Moe was fairly certain it wasn’t necessary. After having spoken alone for hours, Moe was fairly certain Rein wouldn’t be jumping at his throat at least for now.

Give it time, spend enough time sharing a small space and that shit comes right up. 

It is with a lazy eye that she reads the bright message from her screen.

   [ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ʀᴏʏᴅ 🐱‍🐉] ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇɪɴ’ꜱ ꜱʜɪᴘ.

Shit. 

Moe sits right back up, feeling the sleepiness fuck right off her mind with a snap of a finger. That wasn’t good. She didn’t know if there were locals in this neck of the woods but Royd wouldn’t be sending her that if he was thinking that it was just annoying. 

   [ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ʀᴏʏᴅ 🐱‍🐉] ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. 

Shit. Shit. Sh-

Moe’s hand slams against one of the many alarms along the side of the walls. Recent additions as she got more strays in her ship for longer periods of time. Since she wouldn’t be able to warn them apart from messaging, this would call out when shit hit the fan and there wasn’t time. This was also useful for them anyway. 

   “What-” Gil’s head peeks through the lower hangar, brown eyes swing up to the bright lights and the blaring alarm. It was obnoxious but so was one of them wiping the floor with their blood so... Moe really made sure they’d be able to hear it in their thirteenth sleep ”What is happening?” 

Moe is already turned to grab her canon, throwing the strap over her shoulder and allowing it to swing as she walks loudly towards the door out of the ship. Things couldn’t just be simple could they? Just be easy? Nah, that would be too much. Left hand taps specific parts of her body, over her armour and leather straps: different guns, and knives. Not many left her body even when she got to relax but just like you don’t go out without at least one gun... Well, better be safe than sorry, her canon did a lot of work but who knew what could happen.

Finally she grabs her mask. A bright, neon purple monstrous grin with protruding teeth that covers the lower half of her face completely. 

Brown eyes find Gil’s as he breezes past her, turning on his heels to watch the hands cut through the air “Someone trailed the Jedi’s ship. Gonna get them.“ left hand grabs him gently before he continued down the path that he had been doing. A grip that stopped him from moving all together until she released, “Prepare the ship for take off. We’re gonna need to disappear fast.” 

Or at least she thought that was the case. Why the hell would Royd contact her if he wasn’t concerned that a Jedi’s company wouldn’t be good enough?

To Moe that meant: Rein won’t be able to get off the planet. Not without a lof of firepower and she doubted that even with a fabled Jedi you would be able to do much if the numbers were too high. The screen flickers from her wrist and a message is sent back:

   [ᴛᴏ: ʀᴏʏᴅ 🐱‍🐉] 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

@forceblinded​​ . ❝ i had a dream about you. ❞ / for rein and moe 👀 . richard siken . accepting

Everytime she hears a note now telling her that she had a new message it’s like getting an electric shock administrated directly into the base of her skull, to the bottom of her stomach. 

It was fucking uncomfortable, but Moe loved the feeling. 

Born out of mostly expectation and if the writer of it wasn’t a specific jedi it was a very quick shift from that warm flood of butterflies in her stomach to a cold swing of water within her lungs. It wasn’t a great way of living, and Moe was going to be the first one to admit that falling in love came easy to someone like her, even if it was with the most unlikely of people. And a Jedi certainly had never been in her thoughts or dreams. Definitely not like it had happened and Moe was used to people being annoyed at her though really most of her relationships didn’t really last for more than a couple of days at most. 

The nature of the business right? And most weren’t really interested in anything beyond just a touch and go type of relationship. Plus, dating a bounty hunter usually meant that they could drop like flies and never come back and who would fucking want that for themselves? Not that Moe was looking for anything like love and undying but one thing that no one could say was that she wasn’t dedicated when she was in it! 

Did she wish she could have something more akin to what she imagined a ‘normal’ relationship would look like? Yeah, sure. But she also was realistic enough to know that shit was less than likely. Didn’t mean that she didn’t keep trying despite what statistics told her.

   ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇ? 

And so she found herself more and more drawn to her systems, to double and triple check that she hadn’t received anything. It was surprising really, that Rein would have kept the contact. Moe had fully expected that she was glad to just go back to her life, now with her brother in it, and leave her behind with nothing but a memory of this one interesting pirate that she had met once.

   ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴀsᴋ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. 

   ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ. ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇxᴛ.

And here she was again: just writing too much and that was chronic. Rein had only said I had a dream about you, that literally could mean anything. It could mean that she dreamt that Moe had been eaten by a sand worm and that would fit just as easily what she said. Moe feels her palms become clammy, a breath stuck between her throat and nose. When it is exhaled, loud and exasperated, her fingers return to her old, stained and half broken keyboard.

   ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ.

   ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏɴᴠᴏ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇғʀᴀɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ

Fuck. That sounds wrong. The Jedi from the temple weren’t gonna like that she was having such semi constant communication with her. And while Moe was super glad to give them the middle finger and a empty basket with a card that would read ‘please be presented with the many fucks I have to give’, she knew that Rein wasn’t. But this sounded like it was something weird or sexual and that is definitely not where she wanted to take this conversation. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut?!

   ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴅɪʀᴛʏ. 

   ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

@mindsmade​ . @forceblinded​​ : ‘ I can see you want so clearly to kiss her. ’ / from royd to moe LMAOOO from this is our science ( accepting )

These late night conversations were likely going to kill her.

So what she was having a hard time sleeping? It wasn’t like her usual m.o was to sleep fully through a night anyway. No, the fucking worst was that she couldn’t quite focus on her work either. And if she wasn’t to fucking work then what was she going to do? Just stare into fucking space?! Royd had started to join her, probably because he too was having some serious issues sleeping. Could she blame him? Was his sister who he thought about? Moe hadn’t truly thought the full plan through when they first caught up with her: what would happen once they met? 

They were four in this ship now, this ship that wasn’t meant to have a lot more people than two, maybe three especially with her droids going around. Moe sighs through her nose, looking into the passing stars, fiddling with a screw and nut. The silence flies completely over her head, as does anything that he has said before that one sentence.

I can see you want so clearly to kiss her.

Her eyebrows shot up and she turns immediately to Royd. If she could have question marks printed on her eyes, her eyebrows, all over her fucking face she would certainly have. Her eyes immediately go beyond him to the corridor of the ship. And then back to him, both arms raised up

   “She is blind, not deaf!” she signs turning to him, furiously looking between the corridor and him. She could talk about these things because her signing was fucking silent and there was no way that nothing would go through these walls. Though even that she wondered if it was true. Just because Rein was blind it didn’t mean that she couldn’t... she didn’t know! Read the air around her hands? Her mind? Who knew how Jedi worked ”Do we have to talk about this while she’s on the ship?!”

Moe sighs heavily, looking once again to the window. This was fucking disgraceful, she knew but she wasn’t used to having crushes on people that were inside of her ship for more than a couple of hours. She loved easily, gained crushes easily, she always knew this. They came and went freely and that was fine. That’s what she was expecting of this too! That’s why she had just... mentioned it to Gil and not to Royd because wouldn’t that be also fucking strange? Oh yeah, I find your sister, the one that you haven’t seen since you were kids, super attractive, cheers! Both hands fall on the side of her face. 

That still didn’t mean she had the right to be a dickhead “Sorry!” she signs with her head still leaning downwards “Sorry... I know... I know!“