#intrvso

               SHE   GAVE   him   an   uncertain   look.   A   slender   brow   arched,   bottom   lip   pulled   between   teeth.   No,   she   didn’t   believe   him.   He   was   not   okay.   That   much   was   clear   to   her.   Omega   knew   it   must   have   been   hard   to   find   sleep   around   here.   Perhaps,   she   didn’t   know   to   the   full   extent,   but   she   figured   it   was   because   he   was   the   leader.   A   leader   always   had   the   heaviest   shoulders.   With   this,   she   wished   she   could   take   some   of   that   weight   off   for   him.   

               A   CHILD   some   would   call   her,   and   they   wouldn’t   be   wrong,   but   she   was   far   more   matured…   in   certain   ways.

              OMEGA   MOVED   closer   to   him.   Her   hands   upon   the   chair   he   was   sitting   in,   uncertainty   turned   into   a   small   pout.   Head   dipped   to   the   side,   and   soon   enough   browns   rolled,   “   You   can   be   such   a   bad   liar,   Hunter.   Sometimes,   ”   she   shrugged   her   small   shoulders,   “   You’re   tired.   I   know   bad   dreams   can   be   scary.   I   had   them   a   few   times.   ”

                 He   felt   it.   The   chill   ran   down   his   spine   as   if   a   breath   lciked   right   at   the   base   of   his   neck.   Muscles   straightened,   lightsaber   still   parted,   but   he   was   quick   to   draw   for   his   blaster.   Always   was   ever   since   he   picked   one   up,   and   forgot   who   he   was.   Mind   back   to   who   he   was   and   what   he   was,   but   still   picked   up   the   blaster   before   his   lightsaber.

            A   quick   draw,   turning   quickly,   and   blaster   pointed   at   the   dark   figure   that   was   behind   him.   He   couldn’t   see   them,   but   he   knew   for   sure   that   they   were   there.   He   could   feel   them.   He   knew   exactly   where   they   stood,   when   they   would   move.   Kanan   will   not   go   down   without   a   fight.

         “   You   can   hide   in   the   shadows   all   you   want.   I   know   you’re   there.   ”

            Kanan   shifted,   “   I   know   when   you   move   too.   ”

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     Kenobi.

     Kenobi.

     The name burned in his mind, right through his skull. A Jedi he hated for many years. A saber he wielded burned through his middle...and he was left in the darkness to suffer with the pure rage that was placed within him. Alone, confused...broken. Nothing.

    There was a solider, a clone was grateful enough to speak of their closeness. A tool he could use, get information, or even draw him out given the right pain. He was desperate, hunger, a wanting that he must satisfy. Maul knew nothing more than this hunger. It was a painful turn of the stomach, and there was no use in trying to ignore it.

    So, here he stood, walking up to the said solider. The man on his knees, bound, and looked up at Maul with disgust. Good. So easily broken they could be. Such weak brown eyes that swam with that anger...a weak anger compared to the one his golden gaze held.

    “ A solider, but not a clone...what are you doing fighting in such a war which it seems you do not belong? ” cold and low his voice carried as he crouched to be leveled with him, “ I wonder what keeps you. Something? Someone? ”

           “   Listen,   pretty   boy,   that  better   be   a   blaster   in   your   pocket.  Otherwise,   you   can   see   yourself  out.   If   it   is,   then  what   do   you   want?   ”

     The Master Jedi followed the path of the destroyed droids, worry, curiosity filled his conscious. The Wolfe Pack was behind him, blasters at the ready, surrounding their General. Covered eyes spotted a cave up ahead, up on a small platform. There was something crimson in color. Whatever did this...was wounded. This made Plo worried. He furrowed the crease of his brows.

    He then continued his path, settling at the edge, and looked up the best he can. His troopers used their grappling hooks, and Plo used the Force. He jumped high, landing quietly on the ledge.He could feel someone inside.

     “ Men, stay out here. I do not wish to startle whoever is inside... ” with the order given, he entered the cave, using his senses to move about. A small grunt heard, causing him to take a look to his side.

She’s seen this face around a few times as of late, which was fine for her and all as the bartender and prestigious owner of Seventh Heaven. She had a few regulars she knew enough by the day of the week and name--came with the territory of often securing them a ride home when she was closing up or observing them play at a few of the games around the bar. 

What currently piqued her curiosity was that the man was drawing. Tifa admittedly hasn’t seen him try to play darts or pool like some of her other usual's or those that drift in. He’d just wave for a drink, find himself a spot and sketch. He wasn’t the shifty sort either, he looked too clean to be an alcoholic admittedly and he didn’t give her trouble. Her regulars knew that while Tifa had a sweet face, she was more then capable of kicking someone out of the bar or pulling them out by the ear if they became a handful. She’s worked too hard to let anyone even think about damaging her bar.

        His frustration is understandable. She hums softly as he settles back down, offering him a small sympathetic smile as he does so. Katyae, too, has been left behind during this particular battle -- although not due to any injury. She and a small squadron of fighter pilots were being kept on standby as a means of EMERGENCY BACKUP should things not go according to plan. Quietly, she hopes that they will not be needed at all. 

It’s you, because no one else makes sense--Perry Poetry. || Tevinter!Kaguya x King!Alistair