#stalkvr

@stalkvr​   asked    \\    “You probably shouldn’t drink the tap water.”

            Gen froze, lips teasing the rim of the mug in her hands.  The thought had occurred to her, probably shouldn’t drink the tap water, but she hadn’t taken serious consideration until now.  Hold on ---- Wasn’t she alone?  She’d cased the entire place before feeling comfortable.  Either she’s getting rusty or someone is better.  

am i included in this depression or

                ❝  i know the stakes, now. i know the game.  ❞    [ aiming low / flor ]

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍                          𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁                                          𝙸'𝙼 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄

           ❝ you’re keeping busy wasting time ---- aren’t you? ❞    [ infinite high / panama wedding ]

                    motivated by curiosity, boredom, perhaps even malice, light fingers tripped through her files, experiment logs, even over the physical equipment itself, wrecking small amounts of havoc wherever they touched.   only hers.   lieutenant kuroon had no suspects; she knew exactly who to seize as the culprit.

                    but she could not, not actually.   for it was one of the knights of ren, one with a penchant for interfering in the lives of those he took a far too thorough interest in.   recording devices, inconveniences, taunting words and actions all were the norm for having caught his attention.

                    like the rest, there was little recourse for the scientist, but unlike most, she refused to rise to his pathetic plays to garner her anger or even fear.   when he stationed himself within her lab, she would answer politely whatever inquiries she could, and flat out ignored anything else.   silently, she cleaned up whatever he turned on end, stared blankly at his mockery, gave the ren nothing.

                    however, that attitude most certainly led to his escalation, but she would not back down.   he required a lesson.

                     it’d been simple to collect a few fibers from his robes, analyzing the dye and other chemical content within each type.   far harder proved obtaining a paint sample from the white of his mask, but that too passed without comment.   mirax merely took advantage of his antics, a quartz embedded tool far too easy to ever so slightly scratch across his mask as she ‘startled’ when it appeared suddenly centimeters from her face.  again.

                    compounding a dye - more a bleach - which would instantly react with only his uniform upon contact, spreading across its surface for maximum effectiveness, was a short project.   only slightly longer was setting the trap within the shelved above her computer console, programming the device to spray only once both physical and visual confirmation of his interference could be made.

     ‘ I'd say this is a new low. ’ / mira    »    @stalkvr​

                    the results stood before her in all their sodden bright chartreuse glory, as pathetic and comical a sight as a knight of ren had ever been.   but she refused to laugh, to even show the slightest bit of glee over how truly effective it had been.   folding her hands at the base of her spine, she gave him a sharp shake of her head.      ❝  again, sir, i don’t take kindly to my work being interfered with.  ❞     stepping closer, she schooled her features to only reflect the disappointment she wished to convey.     ❝  you can record me, interact with me in any way you see fit, but i will not tolerate you threatening my life’s work as some childish way to get my attention.  ❞     for that was all that it was, another reflection of the lack of character most of his kind held.

                    stepping up to one of the many analysis equipment in the lab, she placed a protective palm atop it.     ❝  you might have leeway with kylo ren; i do not with my superiors.  ❞     that had terrified her from the first, the pure sense of utter helplessness to protect either herself or all the edge of normalcy she struggled so long to obtain.   he could ruin it all so easily, or worse.

                   ❝  if you do not desist, i will escalate this,  ❞   a quick throw of her hand indicated his thoroughly ruined robes and mask, the black of the former and the white of the latter hopelessly dyed a near florescent yellow-green.     this was something she could most certainly get away with, especially as she could claim a different meaning for her words.     ❝  i’m not threatening you with physical harm, but i have no qualms over not warning you over more minor things and thus, ruining your things if you continue to do so to mine.  ❞

           amongst such unpredictable ground, so scattered with craigs and falls, it was easy to lose oneself.     a turn, a clamber over a wind-shorn wall, and the sounds of those left behind became nothing more than the faintest of echoes.     invisible to any but those searching, solace could be found there, a seat surmounting a jut in the cleft of the rock.

           far enough into the wilds of stone surrounding the base, the young jedi sat in her eons worn chair, curled into the unyielding cushions.     the datapad resting upon her thigh spun data from another scouting expedition across the screen, hardly idle fingers noting the cracks amongst the forces stationed at the target.    however unlikely that her mother would choose an air offensive over that of an attack from the ground, jaina could only hope she would find some way into the plan.

           at least air support, at least that.

           her bones ached, yearning to be set free.     to savor the yank of g-forces as she threw her craft into a spin.    to leave her heart below in the valley as she soared into the clouds, returning her body to where it truly belonged, if only in evading those who beset her.     to be a shield to everything she held dear.

           to end this.

           heedless concentration shattered beneath the weight of an unexpected voice, brows squeezing the skin between them as her eyes darted to the speaker.     silence met him, the young woman dumbfounded at the question, not by his mere presence, but by the sudden realization her perch lasted several hours longer than she intended.

          ❝  this morning...  ❞           why he’d decided to check on her, how he’d even found her, she couldn’t say.    and only her minuscule notion of prudence held her from asking.           ❝  why?     are you now interested in everyone’s eating habits?  ❞

❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten ?  ❜     —     @stalkvr​