#sithmade

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇  𝐇𝐈𝐌,  Trilla  traced  a  slow  path  back  and  forth,  eyes  gleaming.  "Do  you  have  any  idea  what  they  called  you?"  They.  Not  we.  The  Second  Sister  no  longer,  she  was  here  solely  for  her  own  benefit,  and  what  he  might  grant  her.  "The  Inquisitors,  I  mean."  

"𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆.  Shadow  of  a  Sith.  Shadow  of  a  man.  Shadow  of  your  former  self,  I  suppose."  She  paused  then.  allowing  those  words  to  hang  in  the  air,  stirring  whatever  reaction  they  might  provoke.  "Rather  dramatic,  wouldn't  you  say?"

He is not from here. That much is obvious. He’s not wearing nearly enough clothing to keep him warm amongst the planet’s wintry winds. His ship is but a ruin, a collection of scattered parts as it hit a rather nasty chunk of ice and burst. He had been thrown from the ship and knocked unconscious, she deducts as she notices a lack of footprints. With the help of her dutiful protocol droid she drags him inside. His cybernetic legs make him far too heavy to carry, and make it even more likely that he’ll catch frost bite. Applying a cream around the seam of his legs in an attempt to prevent frostbite she piles on blankets before raising the room’s temperature. Once he’s out of immediate danger she sits and wakes for him to wake.

                                                @sithmade​      :     “ try harder ”

      “    i can promise you that everything that can be done,  has been done.    ”  qi’ra pauses,  sitting back in her desks chair.         “    its up to the rest of the syndicates now.    ”       making deals wasn’t easy.   she was sure he knew this,  but this deal seemed to be rocky from the start.   it was as if the syndicates were on thin lines with each other,  threatening to fall apart if one takes a single step out of line.  

@sithmade :|| Jet lost the meme!

                Watching people suffer.. it made the redhead’s heart ache. He can’t see amusement in the pain they endure. He knows what it’s like to  live in fear. He doesn’t want others to ever have to feel that fear.. He doesn’t want them feeling the way he felt for so long. The fear of being found, the fear of being terminated just as his master had been.. it was a time he had lost his way, a darkness that made the path forward hazy and made him stumble.. It took others pointing him back to get him where he needed to be. He wouldn’t do that again.

                  Deep blues are hidden behind lids, firey brows knit as he tried to focus himself. He can’t let his compassion cloud the situation at hand. He needed to get elsewhere. He doesn’t know where exactly, but he needs to go. People can hold.. so much pain, and make it into anger. It didn’t need to be so. They didn’t need to, If they let go of the past, they could move forward.. He watched his master die because the men that fought alongside them turned on them.

                 He hadn’t understood at first and he isn’t sure he ever would.. but there was more to life than pain and suffering. There’s more to it than living in fear for their lives all the time. He can’t imagine letting himself go back to that. He would fight with every breath he had to keep it to where he wasn’t afraid as much anymore. To hear these words from the other, brows shifted, there’s a small look .. he’s not even sure what. 

@sithmade​ :|| MEME ||: Accepting!

                  There was a pause, the blue pools of the jedi on the ground a moment before turning to the other.. He’d been to Dathomir.. He’d felt what it was like there and knew that it was... Not like other places he had been. Power seeped from the dark crevices of the planet, but it was not power he cared to be a part of.. It felt wrong and that same feeling ebbed so strongly off this man before him. Firey brows knit and he looked up, a small frown on his face as he did. “No.. you’re wrong.” The words are quiet, and his expression hardened some..

                He knew it different. “There’s always a choice. As long as you breathe, you have a choice. A choice to give in or to fight.” It was obvious what the jedi had chosen, and it wasn’t going to be anything similar to what the other would pick. He at some point wondered.. How long could he fight? But he was going to do what he could to stay on the path his master set him on. I promised I would stay on the Jedi path. It wasn’t from Master Tapal that he learned what he said, though. He had Cere to thank for that lesson..

give boba nicknames and see how he reacts.

@sithmade​​ said: "Scratching post."

It's been a long time since their last meeting. The Republic fell, the Empire took its place. And the empire destroyed too much of what Ahsoka once held dear. There was almost no one left who would remember her and did not consider her a traitor. Rex and his brothers chose a peaceful life in a neutral system, disappearing from her life. Ahsoka was left alone with her demons. She tried to live and survive, but every time the past wanted her dead. She was tired of running away. She knew Maul could not be trusted. But she had no way out.