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âHe is not -- if anyone is an evil bastard itâs Snoke.â

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The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS. Heâd been waiting patiently and he was sure he timed his arrival just right. He didnât always have the best timing, but that was only because his ship had literal mind of her own. Currently, she seemed to be in agreement with his wild plan to change time. It helped enormously.
The Doctor tossed his sonic screwdriver into the air, catching it each time, before looking to see if his date had arrived. No such luck.Â
The TARDIS wheezed. Humor. Not helping.
âIt doesnât count as being stood up,â he huffed.
âAlright, Iâll go find him. No one in or out!â
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Nail polish never lasted long; with all the work Plutt had her do with her hands, on top of metal shop it never lasted a chance. That didnât stop her from painting her nails a pretty, dusky red during lunch. Back pressed against the cold metal of her bottom locker, she let her legs stretch out in the hallway, knowing everyone was either in class, the courtyard, or off campus for lunch and therefore no one to trip.
And no one to bother her, either, as she ate her lunch and painted over chipped polish. Except for whoever was causing the ruckus she could hear further down the hall; she thought maybe it was in one of the classrooms. Well, it had nothing to do with her, so she tore open her last candy bar with her teeth and ate about half of it in a single bite, tapping the volume control on her phone so her earbuds played just a little louder.
Just loud enough.
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The triangular object before her was pulsing with energy, and sheâd felt it since sheâd arrived on this outer rim planet. It had drawn her like the cave on Ach-To. She wasn't ignorant of its power, or the darkness seeping from it. She wasnât afraid of it, however. She was so focused on it she didnât notice the soft hum of her connection with Ben coming into focus. She did notice him slapping her hand away and spun to defend herself, the blaster coming up instantly. For a moment she froze realizing who she was facing as he spoke.Â
The blaster lowered. âItâs a holocron isnât it?â She asked him, confused. She shook her head trying to figure out why he was so worried. âWhy shouldnât I touch it, Ben?â She asked him, fully aware this was probably the first time theyâd spoken since the Supremacy. The first time the force had connected them since Crait.Â
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  The safe house had been compromised, taken over by a ring of death stick dealers intent on keeping the settlement for themselves. Lynn shouldâve sent a scout, she shouldâve prepared for this, but with the First Order on their tail, she wasnât thinking straight. And that mistake might cost her the lives of her crew and her own.Â
  Lynn was forced to her knees outside of the bunker she once called her own. Cuffs bound her wrists behind her back, her crew meeting the same fate at her side. They were lined up for what Lynn could only assume to be an execution, though the crime lord responsible for taking over their safe house paced slowly back and forth before them, as if she were examining product.
  âThe Twiâlek will be worth her weight in credits,â the leader finally concluded, nodding to Ivepbesa who tensed under the lingering gaze. âKill the rest.âÂ
  Lynn couldnât die here. Not like this. The leaderâs gunmen readied their blasters and just as Lynn was about to shoot up, collide her body with the nearest enemy, Ben shouted at her side.Â
  The leader paused, holding out a hand to stop her previous command. A small, dark smile crept onto her lips. She crouched down in front of Ben, level with his fiery gaze.Â
                         âWhat did you call me, boy?âÂ
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Everyone expected the world to end in fire, or ice.
The disease that had run rampant through the worldâs population, leaving creatures fueled entire by their lust for human flesh left everyone to surprised and devastated to properly form an attack although the humans had tried. Dany had been mostly secluded, thanks to her brother gifting her to the crime boss Drogo.
Then Drogo had been killed, and in taking over his business Dany had been thrown into -- everything.
The same labs that had created the disease to wipe out humanity had also been busy with other experiments, and one of the scientists had gifted the three mutations to her. Theyâd been termed dragons, after the mythological creature they bore the strongest resemblance to out of any other creature, and thanks to their gift of creating fire.
They had been small as kittens when she first received them, but they had grown as had she, albeit in different ways. Now the size of large dogs, they followed after her, constant companions as if they truly were dogs. Her hand resting on Drogonâs head, she looked over the intruder with wary interest.
âYouâll be staying with us.â Her tone brooked no argument; she didnât trust this man to be on his own, not with the way the world was sliding to its end outside her walls. âThereâs plenty of room.â
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Ben felt her coming, this strange visitor, and he expected her to keep going. Her question blew through his mind, all the same. It was as if it didnât have much meaning to him.
âItâs quieter at night.â
After a significant pause. A hint.
      oh, she totally gets what heâs implying, but thatâs not going to stop her. not until he tells her in more explicit terms to go away. after all, nobody else is around for her to talk to at this time of night. âyeah, sânice,â she agrees, very much not keeping quiet as she leans against the railing beside him.Â
âthink I saw ya around earlier. Iâm here with the Doctor, âave yâmet him?â
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âI know, I do...Iâm sorry.â He shouldnât have thought that he could just walk back in here and it would be safe. âIâll get out of your hair, I promise.â BB-8 eyed them curiously and Poe just shook his head.