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@skywlkrr  :       ‘      and   don’t   say   you’re   fine.      ’

for   once  ,    he’d   had   no   intention   of   it.      he’s   pinned  ,    something   sharp   through   his   leg   and   his   shoulder  ,    and   if   he   focuses   through   the   darkness  ,    the   crumbling   brick   is   only   a   foot   or   so   from   his   face.      he   doesn’t   fancy   himself   claustrophobic  ,    but   the   situation   is   far   from   ideal. 

fire  emblem  :  three  houses  ( not accepting )    /    @skywlkrr​​​​ :  " don’t be afraid of crying . "

oh  ,  how  quickly  the  young  atlas  had  fallen  from  grace  .  the  SOB  that  now  claws  its  way  up  her  throat  ,  threatening  to  burst  from  her  chest  ,  serves  as  a  bitter  reminder  of  her  LOSS  .  the  battle  of  ryloth  had  left  her  gutted  ,  a  hollowed  survivor  of  yet  another  firefight  between  the  separatists  and  the  REPUBLIC  .  her  youth  had  revealed  itself  on  the  battlefield  ––––  the  naivety  of  a  child  turned  SOLDIER  ,  a  girl  who  had  yet  to  understand  the  true  hazards  of  war  .  in  just  one  fell  sweep  ,  the  entirety  of  BLUE  SQUADRON  had  been  reduced  to  a  party  of  two  ––––  all  thanks  to  the  padawan’s  stubbornness  ,  her  inability  to  follow  a  direct  order  .

SILENCE  envelops  ahsoka  as  she  mourns  her  loss  .  she  fails  to  meet  her  master’s  gaze  even  as  his  words  cut  through  her  solitude  ,  still  fighting  the  way  her  throat  constricts  with  sadness  .  anakin’s  voice  seems  to  stir  something  within  the  young  jedi  ,  and  she  feels  the  burning  warmth  of  a  tear  rolling  down  the  side  of  her  face  .  ahsoka  wipes  it  away  with  the  back  of  her  hand  ,  shaking  her  head  .

“  thank  you  ,  master  ,  but  i’ll  be  alright  .  “

so  we’re  taking  the  long  way  home  —

↪     serena  &  ananke  

            he was nothing. not alive, not dead. he felt no warmth, no weight. only a prolonged cold he wasn't even aware of. a luminous absence, a scattering of particles traversing a continuous blue, unhindered by the tides of thought and feeling. but then that changed in a way indescribable. a sudden sense of being just appeared around the event horizon his essence occupied. he had no eyes, no ears, but still he could see impregnable darkness with thousands of lights brushed across the black like dust.

            those speckled motes crawled by as his new awareness pushed forward. onward his sightless gaze traveled, faster and faster till those millions of specks turned into stretched lines that surged ahead. faster and faster as a ringing budded and blossomed at his core. the white noise crescendoed from within when it revealed its true nature: a howl.

            it consumed him. the rhythmic beat of four dense steps echoing in the dark. running, running, faster, faster. the streaks of light curved into one another, joining at a brilliant point. like the birth of a sun, it was blinding white-gold. he slammed into it, his nothing burned away into something new.

            he blinked.

            hazel eyes adjusted to the sunlight and found there was a blue sky beneath all that brilliance. he was on his back, his limbs numb but present. all of him flat and senseless against the dusty cradle of rockbed. dirt crunched in his ear as his muscles twitched back to life. memories spun like webs, he recognized them all but couldn't recall what any of them meant.

            a shadow eclipsed the sun, shielding him from the unforgiving rays. he tilted his head back to squint at it, gathering the details in one go. the face he found was almost completely white, encapsulated by blue details and black detailing. black, t-shaped eyes that funneled down into a v-shaped mouth.

            a stormtrooper?

            no, there was a ridge on the top of the helmet. a memory from the depths of his youth cowed its way to the surface. the holo of a man rotated before him, poised for a fight, armor pristine with the same flared sail on the apex of his helm. a droid's feminine vocabulator in the background.

            ❝ ...the entire army was cloned from the genetic material of a single donor... ❞

            a clone.

            ❝ you alright, sir? ❞ the helmet asked, ❝ help is on the way. just stay still for me, we'll have you out of here in a jiff. ❞

            the clone reached out, his armored hand firmly encircling the young man's shoulder. ❝ i need you to stay calm and─ AH! ❞ startled, the confused revenant tossed the trooper several feet away with a stuttering ripple in the force. weak, meager, the man knew it was a paltry display of his capabilities, but it is more than enough to bounce the clone across the rock.

            wherever the force flowed, the life around it imparted an essence. in some places, the force was bright and impudent. in others, dark and ravenous. sometimes it hummed free of the morality sentience thrust upon it. but no matter what, it felt the same to him whenever the man called upon its obedience. a cold burn that brought with it pain and succor. it ripped his veins apart, fueled his anger, stirred his furry. always, it recognized him and him it.

            except, it didn't. the breath of the galaxy hesitated. its nebulous presence trembled between his fingers, hesitant. it shifted uneasily around him, trying to form to his shape and failing to fit him as it should. it was confused, or as confused as unthinking lifeblood could be.

            there was a hollowness in his gut that leeched all the feeling from his extremities as more signatures populated his vision. the man drew himself to his feet and reached for the spot he believed his weapon should be. he found only air. nearby the clone groaned, clutching his head.

            unarmed, unsteady, the revenant gritted his teeth, eager for a final fight.

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃, and with the simple click of a button they were on their way, slicing through the blue stream of hyperspace, one Dark Lord of the Sith at her side. Aphra did her best not to stare, but that was easier said than done; it was as if the void of space oozed through the cracks of the Ark Angel’s hull, coalescing into a cloud in her co-pilot’s seat — a walking, talking, BREATHING black hole. She should stay silent. But hardly any fun in that.