#spectrefive

the squad: bursts out laughing in my ear

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Death Watch, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Galactic Empire, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Mandalorian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Mandalore, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Mandalore and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Nite Owls and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

            « oh hell yes. i know just the place » to the airlock !

now that wren and I are shippin sun/sabine (sunbine, if you will) I started thinkin about how to translate sun into the sw universe, so! here he is.

eyes widen at the sudden tug on her wrist; she’d been so engrossed in her work that she hadn’t even noticed sabine’s approach, or their quick ensnarement of her thin wrist. hera lets her arm be pulled forward, extended to its full reach, almost arguing in her body language. i have work to do, her eyes say. i can’t just go off and NAP, her posture says. but then she thinks about the last time she slept, and the scant few hours she’d allowed herself before returning to rotation, and she thinks about the lack of room for argument sabine is giving her, and she sighs, and allows herself to be dragged up from her spot. ❛ alright, ❜ she groans, bounding slightly to match pace with sabine, but making no effort to tug her hand away once she catches up to them, ❛ just a little nap. then i have to get back to this, ❜ hera insists, though . . . she yawns, as she says it, and it doesn’t exactly sound convincing. 

some gay ass space social media for @spectrefive !

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