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a loud shriek escaped her as she sat up, chills covered her body despite there being a layer of sweat coating her skin. the typically stoic woman was now shaking in fear over what had just happened. another nightmare. kaiden’s screams seemed louder this time and that child’s face was clearer than the first time she had this nightmare. it was usually the same one. she couldn’t even remember the last time she slept well.

normally, she would run to kylo for comfort but not tonight. she needed to get out of headquarters. carefully, she dressed herself in her loosest robes, lacing up her boots with difficulty as her heart tried to calm down. the woman was slipping her lightsaber onto her belt when she caught glimpse of the silver comlink on her side table. a smile naturally made its way onto her lips as she thought about the curly headed pilot. it had been a few days after the gala and she definitely had kept thinking about him.

seylsa had gone back and forth on whether or not to call him or even when so she had devoted extra time to training to avoid calling him. however, she wondered if his humor was a needed comfort at this moment and she had been itching to see him again. her hand reached out and soon the device was in her hand, ready for use. she felt nervous and couldn’t help worrying about what was going to happen.

“ well, well, well, look what i’ve found. “ the woman’s lips curled into a smile as her eyes scanned over the male in front of her, her heels giving her a slight edge in height. talking was a talent of seylsa’s, one that the first order tended to use to its advantage wisely. sneaking around was left to other members of her organization while she charmed and flirted information and trust out of politicians and enemies.

waltzing up to the male, her gown grazing the ground gently as she moved. her motives must have been clear. poe dameron: pilot, stubborn and crafty. her informants had been good at keeping her alert of who was on what side and they had shared plenty on him. “ fancy seeing you here. you clean up nice for a pilot. “ the women was more interested in the knowledge he held than the actual man but a little small talk to warm things up didn’t bother her.

in and out. her chest moved slowly as she breathed, her vision moving in slow motion as adrenaline pumped through her veins. seylsa was alone in the resistance’s base to finish up her mission. she had already planted plenty of bombs around the creations she could find throughout the base but with all the commotion created by her fellow first order members, she has been able to sneak around more.

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luke crouches down on the lieutenant’s lawn, his boots squeaking, his elbows leaning on his knees, reaching out friendly towards the small child with big, dark eyes and even darker hair. “hello there, little guy,” he greets the tiny child, who instantly hands him a small toy plane and mumbles a bunch of nonsensical sounds meant to be words, which luke can guess by the insistent tone and furrowed eyebrows means that luke is now absorbed into this kid’s squadron and is expected to fly with purpose and dedication. which of course, luke will.

“he’s always like that,” shara chuckles from her garden, noticing how forceful poe is being with her guest. “getting people to play with him, even if they’re complete strangers.”

     To say Hux was restless is an understatement; his pacing had increased and, as much as he didn’t want to, was told to stretch his legs elsewhere. That meant hitting the streets of Coruscant and walking among the undisciplined masses while carrying a blaster pistol that he couldn’t use. With standing orders being NOT to shoot anyone, it made the idea five times worse no matter how beneficial Captain Phasma claimed it was to his health. Fresh air... Ha!

      So here he was, seated at a rather ritzy looking cafe, sipping a cup of caff and reading a holo-pad that displayed the local news. His uniform drew wary stares but no interactions and he prayed it stayed that way. There were still troopers out on patrols, some off duty officers he recognized, but not enough to fight off the ever present feeling that something was creeping his way.

“Mmmmmmm no I don’t think so.” Cienna slurred, leaning against the pilot, looking down at her empty cup “I know I’m not because the cup is empty and if I had enough to drink I wouldn’t want any more.”