#v002

      “Hands off, hotshot.” The ex-employee shoves away the rough grasp of the security detail on his right, voice gravelly and strained. That’s what happens when they stick a fat tube down your throat for an hour or so. How long was he in there? Never can tell.  “I walked to post medical. What makes you think I’m gonna go weak kneed now, eh? Or are ya just hoping?” He gives the guy a knowing glance, a smile forming around torn lips and unintentionally bared teeth. 

“You wanna give these people a show, don’t ya? Huh? You wanna parade me around for all these assholes to see... watch em’ shit their pants... well— I’d lend you a hand, buddy, I really would, but I’ve gotta keep sharp. Lot’s of work to do, patients to see, you understand.” 

Shooting a look at the guy to his left being manhandled by the other security officer, Rick notes the fresh stain running down the patient’s pant leg. Fuck, how many times has this guy pissed himself? The bastard was thrown in the engine at just about the same time he was. “Besides... I’m sure leaky over here is gonna shit himself any minute if you’re into that sort of thing.” 

      Before he can be smacked on the head by a nightstick, Richard is out of rage, rushing forwards into the cafeteria, head high.  He’s really worked up an apatite but whadda ya know, he missed lunch. They really get a kick out of scheduling his little therapy sessions around this time, don’t they? Nice method. Starve him until he can’t take anymore... yet he’s still here, isn’t he? The punches keep coming, and so does he. You can take the executive out of Murkoff, but you can’t take the Murkoff out of the executive. Or whatever. 

At least he can sit down, take a load off...

There’s hardly anybody in the joint. The pack must have taken off not too long ago because there’s still clean up going on. No one interesting to—Hey, isn’t that...? Sure is. It’s that sob from the hallway again. Perfect. 

Without missing a beat, his knees ram into a table, his gaze still on his little buddy over there. Huh. Okay, he’s a little shaky. Nothing he can’t handle. Soon, he sways his way over to her table, practically shoving some meathead out of his seat and popping down right next to her. 

** ~ Finding someone who was willing to stick themselves out like this.. to help a lone droid.        The head of his would tilt up, getting a good look up at the jedi that had given him this       statement.

      Thus, came a bow of respect, head falling down far down his globed body, before         prompty gliding back to the top.

      “  Bwooo-waah!  “

[Thank you.]

      Another pause, head shifting from side to side, looking around somewhat frantically.

     “  Wraaa-bwooo-bweeep!  “

[I get a little scared.]

“Hey, any time! No one should be scared and alone.” An easy smile lit Jaina’s features, more reminiscent of her mother for once than the typical smirk she usually adopted from her father. After all, it was the Skywalker in her that gave her a soft spot for droids, surely. 

Luke... Uncle Luke... grumpy old hermit that he had become, had somehow decided the best thing to do was leave a highly Force-sensitive young girl without anyone to teach her. Sure, Ben had been.... well, a disappointment maybe. A mess, mostly. Jaina was still reasonably sure they were going to have to kill the boy someday and it brought her no joy to think of it. There was maybe a strange bit of comfort she found in thinking that it might be for someone else to strike the blow, the first of a new generation of Jedi with new rules and new ways of living, as it always should have been But they'd have to train her first.

Her mother, the venerated General Leia Organa, Princess and Senator, had told her precious little when she'd asked her to come home. The girl was strong, untrained, had only recently discovered her abilities, and had already tousled with Ben a time or two. It was a decently impressive resume. That and a name were all she had to work with when she arrived at the Resistance ship they were calling home these days and settled her X-Wing into a docking bay, leaving her droid with a loving pat to settle in. For her part she was going to reach out to her mother's new recruit, seeking the signature of another Forced user. Her mother's trace came first, familiar and calm, another further off but weaker, a boy with a broad smile and dark eyes, and then finally what must be the girl, burning almost as bright as her own Force signature, though erratic and dancing on the edge.

Jedi: Fallen Order starters (accepting)

“Improvisation is where I excel,” Jaina confirmed with a crooked grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.” She was more than used to flying by her suit straps at the best of times. That’s was part of the reason she ended up on missions that took her to places like this. One could count on Jaina to break ranks and do what she thought was right on the fly at any given time. She offered the man a grin. “Just be careful, huh?”

Physical Contact Starters - accepting

protector / protectee starters - accepting

* wordless prompts - accepting

He had the power. That had never been a question in her mind however. Ben and his Knights had always been powerful, though most of them were untrained, at least in the classical sense. The Force wove through each of them but they’d hardly weilded it, not in the way the Jedi did. As far as she knew, most of them were gone now. Ben’s few loyal retainers, those who hadn’t tried to kill him when his mind changed, had either fled in the aftermath or sought asylum. For her part she had spoken in their favor and been granted the rule of law over the situation. She would train them or they would be subject to new Resistance jurisdiction. She had chosen the former.

Nevermind that Cal was several years older than her. Nevermind that he had a presence in the Force that bled power like a beacon. Nevermind that they’d have been enemies months before. Now? Well… she wasn’t entirely sure the man would call her a friend but she’d done her best to be one.

A small hand, delicate in a way that belied the power and strength of it’s owner, came to rest on his shoulder. She didn’t use words to talk to him, not now when they were up to their ears in the Living Force and she needed him to find his footing, to channel it not with raw strength but with finesse. ‘Easy… You feel it? The whole wall is going to come down on both of us. Get a grip on it. Same as that axe of yours, same as the saber. It’s a tool just the same, wield it.’  Her hand ghosted from his shoulder down his arm, too small fingers closing in a steady grip at his wrist and guiding his hand forward. ‘Take it, you’re more than strong enough.’

Warm brown eyes stayed trained on his face, watching, reading, waiting. He was ready, in terms of training, but he had to feel ready in himself. She would wait until he reached for it and then she would help him hold on to that power when he grasped it, show him how to direct it. He just had to decide he wanted it.

angst sentences. - accepting