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----------Dathomir was expected to be relatively simple for an undertaking. history proved sure, particularly in consideration of the allegiance it once pledged specifically to the Empire. however, it had been discovered that there was radio silence from the unit that had been tasked for nearly a month. a menial complication that seemed to have slipped between the cracks, unnoticed until later. it was a rather delayed reaction, but one that could hardly have been helped due to the Order’s dealings; the exchange of leadership for example. communication could not be established, suspecting that the endeavor had long been lost since the ships had touched ground and moved onward for establishment. it was advised that the Supreme Leader himself be present, as to appeal to the Dathomiri. they were remnant followers of Sith, after all.
and it is where Kylo Ren now found himself, off-put by a sort of side-quest. in doubt of the necessity the database had said otherwise, making curiosity prick his mind to decipher the meanings behind the musings left behind by Snoke in reference to the planet. inspecting the now-broken vessels left behind, it wasn’t the lack of bodies that confounded him, but the atmosphere of the world itself. a subtle reminder of how it felt to stand on Mustafar. the dark energy of the Force was unmistakable in its prevalence and it elevated him the further they made way into the forests.
he hadn’t come alone. six others, clad in black and masks similar to their master, followed close behind. the supreme leader was not all that fond of an entourage, elite stormtroopers always assigned as guard, yet he’s denied them each time. it was not a lack of distrust in military, but a faith in the Knights of Ren. they were equal to more than a squadron and traveled far more efficiently. therefore, they arrived at the nearest village with little trouble, requesting immediate audience with whom they’ve deemed leader, king, or as the Dathomiri preferred, chief.
“In return for our attempts to reestablish your affiliation, your people murder my men. I suppose I expected too much from your primitive faction.” he does not hesitate to make his words BITE. displeasure is evident in speaking to the village preeminent. as blunt as it may be to immediately assume this group to be the cause, it was rightful to question the closest in proximity of the issue in question. unmasked, he is the only one amidst his company, Ren’s gaze can be followed. “Whether you’ve called for my attention or not, make the most of this opportunity and please your Supreme Leader.”
there is a gray shawl from humble origins draped over her upper body: alert head, relaxed shoulders, determined arms; it is more than enough to conceal the tender face of the infant nested against her mother-like breasts, playing with the coarse veil shaped like tent around him as if an obligation of the age: like a bored adult trapped in a boy’s body, waiting for the time to grow out of it. serious, seeming born aware of responsibility and peril like his parents. in this cargo hold, slyly shifting between unoccupied makeshift alleys and the cover granted by the loaded shipments, bastila rarely needs to remind him that they must embody holostatues, leave out even the flickers of interference, until their final destination far into the stars. this is a mother willing to leave all things behind to protect her conscious child. this is a sentinel mother aching in her agitated core for the interrupted normalcy of his programmed childhood. this is a protective mother of the highest rank pressing her son to her body as cinder eyes measure, calculate and scan all movements of the third stowaway in the illegal cargo hold, installed across from them and within view through the irregular shapes of the loaded area; aware, keenly so, of the potential threat, and kept on perpetual guard by the unruly, chaotic emanations traveling through the force to her. this is a buildup of tedious hyperspace time and the sustained, ruthless glower that the fugitive casts with needlepoint precision, one that speaks clearer than its color: force user, i am watching you.
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“ never tell me the odds! ”
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Another Stormtrooper down, ten more would dash forward and return fire, making his chances of moving out of the cover to go to the next virtually impossible. Blast bolts were flying past his head. Some were too close for comfort, but peeking out Eron managed to put another small squadron down. Kriff, he was going to be stuck here.
He had half a mind to check on his Zabrak companion, who looked like she was rather enjoying the destruction. Of course. Why he even expected otherwise, he had no idea. She said something, he was sure - her mouth was moving, yet he couldn’t quite catch the words in all the noise. Never tell her what? “Wait, where are you-” Before he knew it she was already making her way through the battlefield.

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“you know a great deal about the goings-on under the surface of the city.” clasping her hands behind her, ikora stands tall before the other. “what can you tell me of the recent attack on banshee-44?”
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[Text: Not Vader] Wanna go put some fruit in some mail boxes again? I’m bored
wrong number texts | @hermedea
[text: Unknown] Uh…[text: Unknown] Sounds like a great idea, except this isn’t who you think it is.