#lightfigther

The cozy scene is done!

And Tore has the cup 😊

WIP of Nara, Tore, and Archer having tea while Tore strums his guitar idely

One Does Not Simply Flirt With Tore...

Through the time portal they emerged in the back rooms of the bar with their cart of instruments and synths when Tore took in a deep breath and started coughing. “I was goin to make a joke-” he coughed more.

“-but it smells like tears, stale drink, and hanky-panky.” Nara finished with a grimace. “I hope they cleaned the freshers at least.”

They were already wearing most of their outfits so all they had to do was set up and do a sound check, which went smoothly. And once they were done, Nara went to check the fresher and she was surprised at how clean and decorated it was. While she was gone, the kid who ran into Tore, a young adult female Tholothian who was probably just making her way in the world, approached Tore with starry-eyed wonder. “Wow! You did not waste time!”

Tore turned towards her with his friendly smile but quickly looked away once he saw what outfit she was wearing. It was rather revealing and he instantly became uncomfortable. “Yeah! It was no problem!” He rubbed the back of his neck as he took a shy step back once he saw that she was inching closer.

Oh crap.

Here's the thing about Tore. If you ask him, he will say that he is attracted to women, but he would never be in a romantic relationship or have relations with a woman. He has his personal reasons for this decision that a rare few know about. So, in a situation like this, he's uncomfortable when women are dressed in such a fashion.

The girl played with her outfit with one hand as she slowly approached him: a smooth black and red ankle length skirt with leg slits going up to her hips, a corset and fishnets exposing most of her breasts, and an ornamental gothic style head piece going around her head and red draping beads around her fleshy tendrils. “I don't know how I can repay you for helping out on such short notice!” She sounded sincere, but it also sounded like she was hoping for more.

Tore tugged on the collar of his shirt while still looking away. “Weeeell the agreed upon payment is good enough for me!”

The girl pulled out a bottle of liquor from behind her back and presented it to him. “Can I interest you in a drink?”

Nara! Help!

Tore held up both hands and smiled awkwardly. “Look, I appreciate the offer lass, but I'm not interested. I only wanted to help.”

The girl's smile grew a bit more seductive as she stepped closer. “Oh you don't need to worry! It's just a drink!”

“Girly, listen.” The girl jumped back as Nara appeared back on stage with a very controlled neutral expression. “I know you want to show him your appreciation,” Nara walked over to them, “but he's not interested and he politely declined your offer. There will be other men here tonight who could satiate your appetite.”

The girl pouted. “Your brother is just being shy.”

“He's not my brother.” Nara smirked as she rested an arm on Tore's shoulder with her other hand on her hip.

The girl blushed really hard. “O-oh! I did-didn’t mean- I didn't know!”

Tore interrupted the girl as he poked Nara in her ribs. “We're not romantically involved either.”

Now the girl looked confused as she searched their faces. “That. Doesn't make sense.”

Tore and Nara gave each other a knowing look and chuckled. “We're just friends.”

The girl looked between them skeptically. “No one is just friends for friends sake nowadays.”

“Well,” Tore began, still facing Nara, “You're lookin at a couple of oddballs then!”

The girl held the bottle out closer to Tore. “Well, if you two are not involved, then what's the harm?”

Tore began fidgeting. “No thank you lass.”

Nara considered the bottle thoughtfully and asked to look at it, which the girl hesitantly allowed. Nara turned the bottle in her hand as she and Tore looked at it and spoke in a strange tongue together. Then Nara said, “Seeing how you wont listen to my partner or myself, maybe you'll listen to this: He's not interested. You can find someone else to woo.” Then Nara took out a knife from somewhere in her skirt and cut the neck of the bottle cleanly off as if it was soft butter, then handed the top part to the girl as she put her knife away.

The girl felt her stomach knott up from fright and indignation as she stared at the severed piece in her hands. How dare this woman do this! That bottle wasn't cheap! But the cut was perfectly smooth. And why is she speaking on his behalf? All she wanted to do was talk and maybe get tipsy to where she could have him alone. What was wrong with that? All the girls talked about it! And why not with a band member? She could get in a few shows for free! She looked back up at the woman in front of her, comebacks and insults ready to go, until they locked eyes and her resolve melted. Nara’s eyes were somehow glowing gold under her hat, her face and posture warning the younger girl from speaking of the subject again. How was that happening?!

“Word of advice, girly, seeing how you're still young and seemingly inexperienced: when someone says no, take it, and leave.” Nara handed the bottle back to the girl and the latter quickly scurried away, though not before calling out, “I only date tall guys anyway!”

“Heard that one before!” Tore yelled back. “I'm only 5’6”!”

“I think some woman called you a short king once.” Nara said as she adjusted her skirt. “Hopefully she'll learn not to be pushy and respond well to rejection. Are you sure you want to do this show?” She turned back to her friend with concern in her eyes.

Tore shuddered as he rested his head on his partner's shoulder. “I already said I would and I'm committed at this point.” He glanced up at her. “What about you?”

Nara pulled Tore into a hug. “I have your back.”

He returned the firm embrace. “And I have yours.”

Nara snickered. "Looks like you were flirted with first!"

Tore groaned. "Dang it! The bingo card war begins!"

I know people want a clone rebellion show showcasing the clones and how they start the uprising and free their brothers from the Empire and how they chose to live a normal life or fight in the rebellion. I want that too don't get me wrong.

BUT

I think the creators are holding out on it for a reason.

That would be the most gut-renching, soul sucking, heartbreaking, trauma inducing show in the existence of Star wars lore imaginable! For by the time we get to a New Hope, or heck, Return of the Jedi, we only know of two clones still alive, Rex and Wolfe, and that's a big assumption too, assuming that Wolfe lives into the last movie and that also goes for the Bad Batch and Omega.

In the clone rebellion show, we would watch our clones fight for each other, free each other, and have hope of a better future, but somehow and somewhere along the line, we would watch them face a near oblitrrating extinction, forcing the very FEW survivors to go into hiding. We would find new favorites and watch them die, we would find some old favorites and watch them die, we would watch them get gunned down and wiped out execution style for desertion. And we have seen only a few of these happen on a very small scale in the shows before.

Can you imagine watching that on a much larger scale? We would essentially be watching the death of the Jedi all over again but with clones. The very clones that half the fandom roots for and draws art of and write stories for.

They would all die.

And yet here I am, watching familiar and unfamiliar faces wander through the church building, going into the Christmas Eve services.

I don't know who these people are and where they come from, but seeing them show up makes me smile. Despite the fact that I'm hiding in a room.

Hot water boiling, cups being filled with coco mix, tables lined with plates and napkins for people to place cookies. There is laughter and smiles, uncertainty and nervousness, shyness, and inner turmoil.

The songs are being sung. Old hymns with guitar and light drum. The voices rise in the sanctuary and the chorus makes me shiver with excitement, though I'm wanting to recharge, something about singing with friends and strangers reenergize me.

Everyone is looking for Peace.

Shalom.

He shall be called Prince of Peace

He'll bring peace to the division of people, nations, tribes, and tongues.

He'll bring peace to your soul

He has brought peace to my soul, even though there are many things that have disturbed it since, and it's been a battle to keep hold of it and to remember what He has done for me despite my shortcomings and my absolute stubbornness. But that is the thing. Remembering what He, Jesus, has done for me, and what He is leading me to. Peace in Him.

Oof. That's a hard one.

🤔

I want to say "A new Hope" from the original trilogy and then me and my siblings watched the rest of the movie's

✨comics are also writing if you would like to join in!😁

Thank you for the.... ask? Encouragement?? I don't know what to call this???

Anyway

I guess three things I'm probably proud of is

"Introducing Tore!" In my bad batch fic (he's a bit tired in this story)

I then have this thing which became a running joke in my story involving Tech and Nara