@skywalkeir​ said: "You still want to kill me?" For Feota HDJFKFKF WRECK HIM

The Empress studies him, eyes cold as icicles and twice as sharp as her gaze pierces him. Weapons are drawn by her equotis standing behind him, but with a simple flick of her hand they are returning to first position.

Perhaps having a force user around wouldn’t be so bad. Oh yes, he could make an excellent addition to her taglatio --- if only he were guaranteed to comply. And it was not a guarantee, even in the slightest.

“I’m . . . undecided, Luke Skywalker.” Monotonous voice snakes its way out through her lips and echoes throughout the throne room. “You may need to give me a bit more of a convincing argument  --- I’d still love to see the blood of a Jedi on my hands.”

@skywalkeir​ said: "Judge me by my size, do you?" Luke is smol and fightey what can I say (for Vyrse)

They can only snort in response --- a reaction to trying to hold back their laugh. “Luke. We’re the same height.” Vyrse’s eyebrows raise in somewhat amusement, shifting their helmet from resting on one hip to the other. “Maybe you’re not used to seeing me down here with everyone --- that’s on me. I try to spend as much of my time as I can flying this thing.” They smile up at the x-wing they’d just hopped down out of --- straight into a misunderstanding with Skywalker, it seemed, but maybe it wasn’t meant as seriously as they’d interpreted it.

And, well, they were never so good at detecting social cues, anyway.

@cruenulum​ said: “  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” ( for riyo! )

Quite the morbid thought, is it not? For how could dying for someone make you their family --- why, you couldn’t live to fill that position. Even so, Riyo understands the sentiment in her innocent way that she still understands things, and gives him a small nod.

“I suppose there could be truth to such words. Though, I find it much more valiant to live for someone you’d consider family. Dying is so easy to do --- it’s living that requires much more sacrifice and courage.”

@divinymph​ said: ‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’ / feota

Feota always did admire Serena’s optimism. But at a time like this, the sentiment was futile. Fixing things was not an option anymore. The Empress was too far gone, nothing she did could ever make her people forgive her. Not anymore.

The realization came to her far too late ; that she was doing the opposite of what she set out to do so long ago, when she first rose to power. The Voterrans didn’t love her . . . they feared her.

The only way to fix anything . . . was to sacrifice herself.

“Serena.” Her voice is soft, like it once was when they were children growing up together on Solelle. “This . . . is the only way I can fix anything. And I . . .” she sighs. “I need you to be the one to do it.”

@alorir​ said: “ that’s what happens when you’re being hunted by a stranger in a mask. ” for tiv

A stand off sorts, both sabers drawn. Why this mando seemed to have been following her, she was uncertain --- all she knew, was she had to lose him. Somehow, it was easier said than done.

Tivsi never lets her guard down for a second, keeping her sabers in position to defend herself if things were to go south. For now, it seemed the conversation might go calmly --- but one can never be too sure.

“Well, stranger in a mask, can I ask who sent you after me?”

@divinymph​ said: ‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’ / tivsi

Tivsi knew what was said of her.     ---     How could she not? The looks she would receive at times, and the limits that were continuously being placed on her were telltale signs.

‘She’s unstable.’ they’d say. ‘She’s corrupted.’

But, she’s simply confused. She’s hurt. She’s ignored. How else could she react?

“I take it you’ve heard my master talking with yours then.” Tivsi delivers, deadpan. It’s much simpler to appear as though she feels nothing, than it is to react in the brash manner she normally would. It would only worsen the reputation she’s built for herself, and for her master. “I’m glad you’ve come to realize that I’m not as monstrous as they’ve made me out to be. But . . .” she pauses for a beat, looking to her fellow padawan now with eyes full of something between anger and sorrow. “I’ve decided I’ll give them what they always expected of me. I don’t have much of a say in what the council already has decided of me, clearly.” Blink and you’ll miss it !!! --- For the normally brown hues of her irises flicker to a menacing red color for just a moment. “They don’t trust me anymore. I think I’ll give them a reason not to.”

@shesdaylight​ said: “  i’m  fine.  i  can  walk  on  my  own.  ” / tivsi !

A groan of exasperation.

Tivsi didn’t like how reckless her new . . . friends . . . seemed to be. They reminded her of Porgs, running aimlessly about. It’s as though they were finally liberated . . . though, she would be in the same boat, wouldn’t she? Recently liberating herself from the shackles of the Jedi Order . . . perhaps she understands their excitement at their newfound freedom, but she has not allowed herself time for excitement.

“No. You can’t.” Tivsi delivers it deadpan, then snakes an arm around Rapunzel’s waist, in an effort to assist her. “Those grounders got you good, you’re lucky I was around. Clarke can fix this, I know, but putting that much pressure on it by walking isn’t going to make it easy.”

@faithgunned​ said: “ i  want  you  to  know  that  you  can  count  on  me  to  protect  you . ” ( for riyo! )

A comforting thought, a calming thought. After hearing about the attempt on Senator Amidala’s life, Riyo began to fear for her own. Speaking up against the Separatists as often as she did, blackmailing the Trade Federation, and many more acts of courage she’d performed these days could have easily made her a target as well. Though uncertain about the exact details on why her friend was targeted at her conference on Alderaan, it was enough to raise her anxiety levels.

“Thank you, Rex.” she smiles. For the first time since arriving in Alderaan herself, she smiles. “It’s just . . . been difficult. Tensions are rising, and I worry I’ve made enemies with some of my actions.”

@starbrd​ said: “ sit  down .  shut  up . ” (Ezra 👉🏽👈🏽)

Caught red handed! Ezra didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to fix up that portrait Sabine had made of him and Zeb. Or at least wanted to try to, he’d hardly got started when he was caught, spray paint in hand.

What was his plan anyway? He could probably only make it worse.

“Oh come on, Sabine --- you’re totally overreacting.” A confident grin as he turns to face Sabine, perhaps too confident. “You could think of it as a . . . a . . . collaboration piece! Yeah!”

@debelltio​ said: ‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’ // FEOTA

“Pardon?”

A better story? Why, Feota could laugh at the claim --- for what better story could be told than one of the woman who conquered a planet and cheated death? She could hardly think of one . . .

“You are mistaken, Krennic, and I’ve hardly an idea where you got such a notion from.” Despite the lighter tone she used in addressing the man, she was quite cross with him.

“Tell me, then. What is it about my story that isn’t desirable?”

@divinymph​ asked for it

“Ah! Haido, princess!” Excitement swells in the gungan Representative of Naboo, causing him to jump forward to pull Serena into a hug. A gesture that could be deemed as unprofessional by many of his senatorial colleagues --- but, Jar Jar’s standards were much lower. Her safe arrival on Naboo was highly anticipated, especially after threats of a separatist invasion on Solelle. Naboo had extended a helping hand to those on Solelle, offering safety to whoever felt needed it until the threat passed. “Meesa so excited to see yousa here. Meesa muy muy happy knowin yousa okay.”

@shesdaylight​ said: "i wonder if little bunnies know that i just want them to feel safe around me. i really just want to be their friend; one day, i hope that i can sit beside them without scaring them by accident." / for anyone she just wants to be everyone's friend

Vyrse furrowed their brows together as they looked over at the girl sat beside them. They can’t recall when she’d even gotten there, truthfully --- too worried about how they’d ever make it back home with a busted hyperdrive and barely enough fuel. It seemed she was one of those lost kids, from that camp they’d made an effort to steer clear of --- they weren’t in the mood to fight a bunch of children, and they all seemed like the fight-y type.

Might not hurt to find some friends in them, though.

“Well . . . I’m not a bunny, so I think your chances of scaring me off are pretty low.” A light chuckle followed as they brushed some of their hair out of their face. “I’m Vyrse.”

@jediincapax​ said: “  flowers  grow  back  even  after  the  harshest  of  winters.  you  will  too.  ” // Chuchi

Though built for the cold, a shiver ran down the spine of the Senator. The Chairman was dead, and she spoke on her own behalf for the first time, to make peace with the Talz. Two incredible things happened on this day, but now that the moment had ended, Riyo felt . . . guilty, somehow.

It was clear that her worry, the fear that comes with losing the one you looked up to for so long, was evident on her face. Why else would the Jedi have spoken up in such a way?

“Thank you, Master Kenobi.” She manages to whisper. “I appreciate it, truly.” But . . . would she be able to grow without his guidance? Or is she better off, as she’d always suspected she might be without Chi Cho barking at her? Of course, the idea always seemed like a desirable reality . . . but now that it IS reality . . .

Could she live with it?