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💃 – dancing with them

The gala was frivolous in the Grand Moff’s mind, but of course he was obliged to attend whether he felt particularly inclined to or not. One hand was gingerly on the director’s waist and other firmly on his shoulder. A source expression seemed super glued on his face.

“So come out of uniform,” he suggested, in an easy tone. “People are a lot more open if they’re not worried about spilling something on your tunic.” He knew that wasn’t the implication of the white ISB uniforms– and that is precisely why he was so fond of his. Yet he wouldn’t dream of wearing it to a mixer. A gala? Perhaps, if the guest list merited it. But this– this wasn’t nearly so formal. “You need to loosen up. Seeking glory for the Empire is all very well, but even you have to know that there are different tacts.” He reached out, bumping her elbow with his knuckles. “I had better see you there. I’ll be the one in a suit with two glasses of wine.”

    Despite being sure that she was immune to his display of social acumen, Iden knew when she was beaten; — Orson Krennic had risen through the ranks nearly as fast as Admiral Thrawn, and she was beginning to see why. He was persuasive, not in the strapped-to-a-chair-and-made-to-talk way she and her ISB colleagues were, but another deeper, cerebral way she couldn’t place.

   “Okay, you’ve won me over.” Iden said after a brief pause, following the fiasco that had surrounded her ‘traitorous’ turn, despite being subsequently acquitted and exonerated, her image was in dire need reparation.   Director Krennic was certainly seemed like a  man who could help with that. “I’ll see you there, then.”

The Hunger Games {Sentence Starters}

krennic: (sitting down with a nice glass of vino to spy on galen) ughhhhhhhh boringgggggg

Three nights later

Rey had to admit - she had been caught totally offguard by the man in front of her, barely acknowledging him, let alone perceiving him as a threat. So when he kicked her to the floor, her reflexes kicked in immediately and she grabbed at her lightsaber, leveling it in her hand and extending each blade sideways as she growled at the man. 

“I don’t know who the kriff you think you are...” Rey said, standing herself up slowly. She wasn’t about to be intimidated by an old man with a blaster on his hip. With the saber carefully held, she closed the space between them and brought her head closer to his.