#masterquigon

For every 📎 I get in my ask box, I’ll post a thread that I want to do.

;;ooc

Most of what he initially remembered was the ledge beneath him and the reptilian mount he was on exploded.  He could remember falling, hitting the water with such force that it knocked the wind out of him, stunned him for a long moment.  The sudden pain and the grief and the absence of others as each Jedi was systematically...what?  He did not know, he just knew the feeling as those who he had come to know were killed.

The anger came after as he hauled himself out of the water.  The first thing he did was attack, the nearest clone who had drawn his blaster on him.  His saber easily pierced the armor, and the clone went down.  He had to find his master, had to find him before-

A blaster bolt hit his arm, sending blinding pain through him for a long moment before he whirled, blue eyes yellow and red.  The clone trooper’s helmet seemed to collapse on itself.  Escape, survive, find Master Jinn...

Obi-Wan was moving fast, his lightsaber making quick work of any of the Clones who came to close.  If not his saber, then he used his other ability.  And by the time he found his master, his eyes were still that yellow and red.  The anger that he had kept so hidden was out in the open.

Leo’guin jaunted through one of Coruscant’s many slums, dressed like a Coruscanti club rat and purposefully making herself look weak and like an easy target. She was out on a training exercise. One in which she was not allowed to use the Force except in order to conceal her Force signature. Well, not actively use it, at least. This was testing out her capability in concealment and her hand-to-hand combat skills, just in case of a time when she didn’t have her lightsaber or her connection to the Force was inhibited.

So when she sensed--not through the Force, of course--the rather large group of human, humanoid, and entirely alien, slum rats gathering around and following her, Leo’guin grinned. Perfect. This would be fun.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

♬ = singing to them .

my muse’s reaction to seeing the blood on themselves due to your muse being shot from behind.

R2 saw the reflection in the ship of the sudden red on its dome. The droid quickly spun around. “JINNY!” The bright red spot on the Jedi’s chest was glaring in the astromech’s vision. R2 moved to look around Qui-Gon to see the offender flee. Only the sudden thud caught the droids attention. R2 quickly rolled over to support the weight of Qui-Gon the best it could. “Stay awake. Stay. Stay. Get up. Get up!” 

Thinking quickly it used its comm link. “Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan come in. PLEASE! Get your padawan ass up to the docking bay now! It’s Master Qui-Gon. Urgent! Shot! Blood! Hurt! HURRY!”