#parantapa

                She had left after the grand speech of the chancellor, very much fed up with the things he had said.. There was only one person she had been able to leave Coruscant with aside from her advisor.. and her attention remained on him when they got landed back on her home planet of Tamaran.. Glittering cities that stood tall and allowed for sunlight and fauna to still grow around it. She had been cautious... careful and quiet.. She stood tall as she stepped down the ramp a couple steps before deciding to fly off it.

           It’s... Certainly going to be a while-- she knows that. Though she knows it, she also knows it isn’t something one discusses as casually as what they had for breakfast. The owl had made her case, she wanted to be included in her Pare’s and family’s business. Wanted to help as much as she could, wanted to make the severe wrongs done to others right in some way. To give them the freedom, the safety and hope they needed-- that she had once needed. Her wings shift at her back, eyes ever unblinking and watching the shoulders of the other steadily rise and fall. Her expression is a bit solemn, she doesn’t want anyone to know what she’s up to yet, not for fear of how they’d react to just what she was doing but more so how they’d react to the possible consequences of it to herself. 

As loud as she normally is, she’s silent when she moves and even more so as she slips away from the others. She’d be back after a while, but training took time and it was limited right now. Connor would know some details if he spoke to her auntie, but beyond that, the owl said nothing to anyone as she seemingly disappeared from the world itself. Although she’d been training since she was young, this was far more rigorous and more intensive to better prepare her for the occupation she intended to pick up. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months-- her collection of scars grew and her skills far more honed by the end of it. The vivid clarity in which she saw with, her extremely sensitive hearing, it panned out quite well for her pare’s job; or rather, her job. 

Of course, she still checked in but she didn’t... Quite have the heart to contact Sakura or Mahdi. She missed them greatly and her guilt for disappearing without a word played into her inability to check in with them personally. Not to say she wasn’t sneaky with checking up on them and making sure they were okay-- she was definitely being coy about that. Though it seemed her inquiries were often geared towards Mahdi. He’s sulking, of course. Why though? Certainly it shouldn’t be too strange for someone to go on ‘vacation’ for a while. Or at least, that’s the excuse she told everyone to give if anyone asked about her. 

Why isn’t she talking to anyone though? No reception. Though reception hardly mattered when it came to their way of communication since they could traverse universes and keep in contact with each other thru the similar frequencies and well coded programs. By the time she did return, she perhaps looked far more disgruntled by her own emotions than she did before. Frustrated with the heavy weight in her heart, annoyed by how deeply it ached when she wondered how he was doing, confused by the whole of it and often caught wrinkling her nose while she stared out the window in thought about it. It was.. Suffocating. The amount of worry and wondering she felt. What irked her the most was her inability to think of a way to simply walk back into the same room and act as though she hadn’t been gone for months. 

                He’d heard that there was a jedi somewhere nearby.. and he did whatever he could to secure a meeting with them. Somewhere remote, a planet that the Empire had yet to take.. and yet.. The mantis touched down easily.. Greez mumbling something as he left the captain’s seat and heading towards the kitchen in the ship. Cere got up the second it was safe to step outside and take a moment to admire the planet they landed on.. Merrin had moved to spend a little time outside, to enjoy the authentic air while she could.

                But Cal.. He smiled a little at the knight as he stepped out, promising to be safe and continuing on his way. BD-1 clung to his poncho, peering over his shoulder while he made his way to the meeting point.. He was nervous, and it rattled the force around him.. He could only hope that Fulcrum wasn’t an Inquisitor.. It’s not until the new ship touched down that he shifted his weight nervously, the little droid on his shoulder beeping softly at him. “It’s gonna be alright, little buddy.”

          It’s unsettling, how quiet such a loud and brash person can be at times. Her sharp jowls turned into a scowl, gold pupils in thin slits and her wings spread wide and back. It only took two words to put her in this state. Talia’s here. As brief as the wretch’s visits often were, Cora never once ignored them since becoming a part of this family. Every time she heard that woman’s name, she’d track the one she called her ‘little brother’ down and guard him ferociously. This time was no different. A thick bloodlust in the air when she rounded the corner and those large wings spread to shroud Damian from the incoming creature she deemed nothing more than a troublesome pest. How he had suffered would never be okay with her. Perhaps it was the similarities, maybe it was just because he was family and she cared for him, hell; it could have just been because they would both punch someone in the face before letting them get the upper hand-- but they both had their moments of pause. 

Damian seemed to have his regarding his ‘mother.’ Her hand outstretches behind her beneath the shortest of her feathers, fingertips winding around the other to pull him closer to her back. It didn’t matter if he could rip anyone to shreds if he wanted, nor did it matter how strong he was at all-- she would stand between the two in every instance if she could. The more she neared, the more Cora bared her teeth and shrouded the other in her wings. “Keep fuckin’ movin’,” she spoke with acid in her every word, less a threat and more of a guarantee as she eyed the mischievous creature with scrutiny. 

It isn’t until she finally passes that the owl seems to relax an iota, her wings lowering slightly but not completely as she knows better than to lower her guard too quickly. Marred digits eventually relinquish their hold on Damian and she growls beneath her breath, a flurry of insults that barely leave her tongue in her pare’s native tongue as she turns about and hooks her arm around his shoulders. What irked Cora most was that there’s no way Talia didn’t know where Damian was even in the manor, even in the cave-- she was too skilled not to know. So there was no doubt in her mind that she would purposefully taunt him by continuing on the same path that would pass him. 

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            It’s almost too perfect, how they have been since the order.. She had hidden on her world, though the clones had refrained from coming here. The Republic didn’t like to travel to Berk to begin with.. why would their replacement bother trying? As much trouble as she had gone through getting back, as much as she felt her entire world falling apart.. some parts of it held together and weathered the storm.. Tradition and life here was one such thing to help her find some form of stability.. Somewhere that she could be at peace and come to terms with what happened. Not one, but two of her masters.. both people she looked up to and yet.. Both were gone.

          They had spent.. time together since her return to Berk. The land as peaceful and at the same time wild as the people here. She had picked up the skilles she needed to live here.. the wielding was a little different, but nothing that she couldn’t transfer after getting comfortable with the weaponry. The more time spent together.. the more time she spent thinking that something would happen. One day this peaceful home may have to be fled. One day the Empire will come here knowing there was something to look for among the wilderness and flying beings. Dragons had been part of her fascination when she got to start learning of her homeworld.

          In coming home.. she had not expected to get.. friendlier with the Chief’s son.. They had spoken a few times before the order.. enough that she would have considered him a friend at first. Though as the years in hiding had gone on.. she became more and more fond of the time they spent together. Though there were times she would borrow something of his.. anything possible. Today was a simple shirt of his, her hair tied up as she sketched out one of the dragons that was napping across the river. Blue eyes turn from the sketch to him, a soft bump of their shoulders being given as she turned her attention back to the sketch.

          “If I were still an active padawan, this could get me in trouble, you know.” Her words are not meant to be hostile.. they ring with some form of sadness. She had lost a lot over the clone wars.. and she feared more in the future.But for now.. she would enjoy the company she was given. Even if it was only for a little while.

              It was supposed to be a relief mission that had quickly turned into a battlefield. The troopers moved swiftly knowing there was danger in the area for any civilians. A call was given to the troops, the commander running to another angle to fill in a gap when he saw the man in the middle of the battlefield. Possibly a civilian, it didn’t matter. Guns were swapped out, pistols being unholstered with ease as commander moved to provide cover.

              An order over comms given, the troopers moved to provide cover fire to the commander while he pulled the man behind cover. A moment of a roll, the trooper moved out to aim at something flammable. Create an explosion, redirect their attention. A moment of shifting and his attention moved to the one standing by him, and while he wasn’t entirely familiar with the senators.. he did recognize a few of the representatives. “--Representative Fitzherbert?”

              There was a moment of pause, the helmet of the trooper shifting to glance over and aim at yet another canister left unattended and cause more chaos on the enemy’s lines. “What are you doing here, sir?” Confusion filtered through the helmet’s modulators, shifting to figure out a trail back to friendly lines. Arm with comms came up, the trooper shifting so that he could take a knee. “Make a hole--I’m bringing a representative back to our lines.”

@parantapa​ :|| MEME ||: Morrigan

                Quiet.. things were.. quiet.. He’d not often talked about what he had been through growing up.. The things he’d done previously. He’d lied, he’d manipulated, he’d caused pain.. all because of one choice. He wished to do better than previous of himself had. He would always be himself and yet different. The world would never let Loki rest. Not as the version of himself he wished to be. To not be the one causing problems and only giving small pranks and causing painless mischief.

                Sometimes.. he wanted to just pick up anything that was his and leave.. to never return because of the way his life had been. Drop bonds with his father and brother.. and then disappear. He’d stopped looking at her after a while and merely watched the ground in disdain.. Those quiet moments spent reflecting on whether or not he could continue on with how things were in Asgard. Any one moment could come up.. and the person he currently was could be torn apart..