#spectresrise

HERA SYNDULLA . 

the name echoes to her , despite the hustle and bustle of noise around her . it’s NEVER quiet in a resistance hanger , yet all sound fades away as omega registers what’s been said . it wasn’t even spoken to  her . a passing pilot must have been having conversation with someone else , but it’s HER the name sticks out to . her head , still covered in her father’s helmet , snaps in the direction of the pilot . and in a moment she’s at the pilot’s side . it’s so fast the poor person JUMPS .

❛ i’m sorry , did you say hera syndulla ? ❜ she’s not sorry . in fact she couldn’t really CARE . not when thoughts are riddled with her childhood friend that she hasn’t given herself the luxury of thinking of in YEARS . they nod to her and gesture nervously in a general direction to which she drags her gaze along with perfect precision . 

AND THERE , IN THE SHINING LIGHT OF TWO MOONS , omega sees her friend . she can’t help breaking out into sprint ( UNFORTUNATELY FORGETTING TO REMOVE HER HELMET , MUCH LESS TURN OFF HER VOICE MODULAR ) towards the twilek . ❛ HERA !  maker -- hera , it’s ME ! ❜ she yells , crazy grin on her unseen face .

@spectresrise​​  gets  the  Dad!Ben

                  IT  HADN’T  BEEN  ANY  ONE  THING  THAT  LED  TO  THIS  ,    on  the  run  from  both  First  Order  and  Resistance  alike      ---      an  enemy  of  the  Resistance  and  traitor  to  the  First  Order  .    but  now  ,    there  was  only one  driving  factor  keeping  him  running  :    the  desperate  need  to  protect  his  children  .    from  Snoke  ,    from  the  war  .    from  his  past  and  the  consequences  of  it  chasing  at  his  heels  .    it  was  harder  moving  with  two  infants  than  he  thought  ,    and  he  knew  it  had  to  be  rough  on  the  twins  ,    but  he  had  to  keep  them  safe  .

                  THE  LAST  SIX  MONTHS  HAVE  BROUGHT  SO  MUCH  CHANGE  ,    so  much  growth  and  self - discovery  .    he  had  been  terrified  at  first  ,    still  was  ,    but  the  twins  were  the  most  important  things  in  his  life  and  he  would  do  anything  to  keep  them  safe  .    even  if  it  meant  taking  a  chance  ,    exposing  himself  for  the  first  time  in  nearly  two  years  of  being  in  the  shadows  .    even  if  it  meant  facing  his  past  and  it’s  consequences  .

                  HE  WOULD  START  WITH  HIS  FATHER  ,    BEN  HAD  TRACKED  him  down  over  several  parsecs  before  he  found  him  .    he  lurked  in  the  shadows  a  good  distance  from  the  ship  ,    Elaine  and  Elio  strapped  to  either  side  of  his  chest  as  usual  ,    the  tiny  babies  sound  asleep  .    he’d  waited  ,    watching  his  father’s  ship  for  any  sign  of  the  smuggler  or  the  authorities  .    when  it  was  clear  that  there  was  no  one  around  ,    not  even  Chewie  or  a  probe  droid  ,    Ben  snuck  onto  the  ship  to  wait  for  his  return  .

                  BEN  SAT  IN  THE  GALLEY  WITH  A  CLEAR  VIEW  OF  ANYONE  who  entered  the  ship  ,    while  being  enough  out  of  sight  to  not  be  noticed  immediately  .    the  twins  briefly  stirred  at  the  transition  ,    but  Ben  had  soothed  them  back  to  their  slumber  .    he  himself  slumped  back  in  his  seat  ,    dark  bruises  under  his  eyes  heavy  and  deep  from  lack  of  sleep  .    nerves  alight  and  reacting  to  every  little  sound  .    waiting  was  agonizing  ,    but  Ben  mustered  whatever  patience  he  had  left  .    he  was  rewarded  sometime  later  when  he  felt  a  familiar  presence  approaching  ,    Ben  breathing  a  sigh  of  relief  as  the  sound  of  someone  entering  the  ship  followed  shortly  after  .

she hadn’t gotten far. thinking it was best to look as little like a temple castoff as possible, she’d traded her boots, armor, and anything viable left for a mechanic’s suit and tools. thoughts lingered in her head that sounded eerily like hondo, remarking that anything could become profitable if she tried hard enough. 

all in all, her civilian larder wasn’t horrendous. she had ration packs to last her a while if she was stingy and a slapped-together plan that if done right would yield more credits. all that was left was some way to get around. she had her eye on a derelict speeder that would surely be sold to her at a bargain price. then she heard her name in that distinct, intense cadence only her former master was capable of.

💬          ‘  i  have  not  come  to  fight,  only  to  talk.  ’     /      @spectresrise​‘s anakin

it was a mechanical, brutal process, pulling her focus from the speeder to him. slow and painful. as a unit they’d rarely let go of anything, and when they did it was covered in fingerprints and marks left by dragging teeth. for once, she wished this time would be different.

“of course you’re making sense,”  she tries, eyebrows raising as she walks beside the senator.   she can learn a lot from the senator - she already has, whether or not she knows it - and even if she’s talking a completely different language rapunzel will listen intently.    whole heartedly.    the princess pauses for a moment, shoulders lightly slouching for a brief moment - before she remembers who she is,  how to stand proper,  but she doesn’t take her gaze from padmé.   “perhaps a little fast paced,  but you’re not completely speaking in circles,” she adds after a passing beat.   “and being fast paced isn’t a bad thing,  either.   sometimes there’s just so many things going on inside your head,  that it becomes hard to keep track of.  it doesn’t help when there’s so much going on.”   that’s an understatement, to say the least.

“  we  don’t  have  much  time.  ”  words  spoken  over  his  shoulder,  gaze  watchful  of  their  surroundings  rather  than  the  person  at  his  side.  “  you  sure  about  this  ?  ”

@spectresrise​ kanan sent: ( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 )  one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

             she can’t move.  she can’t fucking move and she can feel it this time.  minds slowly going quiet,  dissipating into the cosmos.  lives violently being pulled,  tugged away and flung into the universe.  lost to whatever lies beyond.  and if she was next it would be merciful.  that would be a welcome alternative to the blades cutting into her skin.  beady eyes boring into her with the intention to take her apart,  piece by piece,  to be sold,  to be studied.  nothing but a spirit trapped in a vessel doomed to break.  again.  and again.  and again.  

consciousness returns with jolting muscles and gasping breath.  there is no relief in waking.  because the nightmares are real.  they’re memories she can never forget,  a life she cannot escape  (  she’s tried  ).  she stares up into the dark and tries to ignore the way her heart races so wildly it feels as if it’s climbing her throat.  magnolia swallows and pushes herself away from her bunk.  it makes her feel trapped.  she still has the echoes in her mind of being confined to an operating table. 

💬                    ‘  you  should  leave  this  place.  you  are  not  safe  here.  ’ - padmé lives au                     /                 @spectresrise​

                         ❝ absolutely not. ❞ 

a distant explosion didn’t quite manage rock the platform on which they knelt, but ahsoka’s heartbeat took the startled rhythm and ran with it. disaster was striking across the upper city of coruscant even days after the emperor upended the entire galactic republic in a single stroke. 

it was utter and complete idiocy to send herself hurtling straight back into the mouth of danger, writhing with all the threat of a nest of serpents - save for that deep insistence that someone needed her. when ahsoka’s pilfered light freighter had limped back into the system, every skylane had been in disarray. she’d known then that no matter who was waiting for her, it was do or die. especially when the former senator of naboo seemed pale as death itself.

if she’d believed in luck anymore, that would have been what led her to padmé. but the two of them knew far too much to say such things.