D I R E C T O R

daughterofgalen:

;( offuco )

Krennic frowned when Jyn stood up, tilting his head ever so slightly in surprise. It was in this surprise that he suddenly found himself being grabbed, and then immediately after that, was aware of the sensation of being harshly kissed. It was childish-- it was spontaneous in nature and so went no further than the dry contact common among teenagers, even ambitious children destined for beguiling, but it was still intensely surprising. It was over as quickly as it had happened.  

Jyn sat down and looked at him expectantly. He took a few moments to look at the table, gathering his thoughts, before he began, speaking sternly and looking at her with a frown on his face.

“Jyn. I am old enough to be your father. Whatever you’re trying to do, this stops now. Don’t do that again.” 

daughterofgalen:

;( offuco )

Almost immediately upon hearing her third question, Krennic’s defences went right back up. He tensed slightly and he sat up straighter. He was not overly fond of anyone under his command trying to do anything. “It depends what it is, first. What is it, exactly, that you want to try?” 

Multiple alarm bells were going off, and red flags of every shade of red were waving menacingly in the back of his brain. He scanned the nearby vicinity for more alcohol before he checked his watch-- they still had twenty five minutes to go. 

daughterofgalen:

;( offuco )

“When you turn eighteen.” He murmured, not quite ready for the conversation with Galen yet. He then frowned, and thought on it. “Perhaps sooner. I’ll think about it further.” He licked his lips, looked down, discovered another half-finished drink and he finished that one also before he looked back up. 

“You must have more questions. Please, continue.” 

daughterofgalen:

;( offuco )

Krennic took a deep breath as images and words and voices flashed through his head. A scar deep in his shoulder throbbed with the memories returning to him, and for a few moments, he saw two faces, haggard yet hopeful in defiance; Jyn as a child, barely ten years old, and her father. 

“Your mother was called Lyra, and your father was called Galen. Your last name comes from your father. Lyra died when you first came into my care-- she tried to kill me and my deathtroopers retaliated. Galen lives. He is in a kyber refinery on Eadu. He knows you are with me.” He left it at that. He knew she wanted more, that what he’d left her with was tantalising, but he’d answered her question. 

jcrso:

|_ “Lexrul. Mid Rim, Trax sector.” Krennic replied quickly-- far too quickly, this he knew-- but he wasn’t sure if Jyn was going to change her mind. Krennic wasn’t sure about anything any more, and his helplessness left a near-constant feeling of unease in his gullet. 

His head remained stooped, looking to the ground, staring at his knees as he continued to assess. He was no genius but he and Galen we similar in potential. If he wasn’t in chains and still within the bowels of a star destroyer, he might even say that he was greater in mind-- but he wasn’t. Krennic was trapped in a dampened dungeon of his enemy. Outsmarted, outgunned, out of mind and out of time.

“Thank you for doing this. I don’t...” he paused and the pause stretched out into a long silent gap between words. He had no idea what he wanted to say. Well, he did, he just couldn’t find the words. When he’d lived-- ah, there it was. He’d been waiting to see how long it would take before he’d begin referring to himself in past tense instead of present. He continued to think on how to push his thoughts, his inner turmoil, his daring trespass into unknown territory onto his tongue and out so Jyn would hear it. He felt lost, pathetic in his bareness. 

“I don’t know if I’m intruding on anything but... I’ve been choked, thrown, threatened, and what feels like cursed by the Force. You people have a saying. Could you...?” he trailed off, already feeling as though he’d crossed an unseen boundary. 

daughterofgalen:

;( aspirationchoked )

Krennic stopped walking, freezing in place, his knees almost going weak. She was right; it was her birthday. He slowly began walking again until he got back to his former pace. “When we get to my quarters, your questions will be answered. I don’t have much time, however, so prioritise.” They continued on in silence, Krennic’s cape flaring out like a peacock tail behind him. 

Soon, the familiar ever so slightly off-tone pneumatic hiss of his doors opening welcomed them both into Krennic’s personal quarters. There were no clothes strewn about, but there was an alternate pair of boots by the door and the bed, in the corner as opposed to the centre of the room, was unmade and messy. There were many half-full and empty cups and shot glasses scattered around the room, in piles or in the most random of places. Krennic picked one half-full glass up as he passed it, downed whatever golden drink was within it in one gulp, and then he set it back down elsewhere, turning to Jyn as he sat down on one of the three scarce chairs. He seemed to collapse inwardly away from the official atmosphere.

“Thirty minutes. I will not lie to you. If I don’t want to tell you, I wont answer. Everything I do tell you will be the truth.”

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--punk’s not dead, just a lil’ bit lazy...

--aka, guess who’s back! 

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-- dropping onto my other account for a while again! i’ll have motivation... soon...

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-- forceghost jyn throttling forceghost krennic for eternity. forceghost bodhi and forceghost galen just hanging out and talking about stuff. forceghost cassian inconveniencing forceghost krennic whenever possible. forceghost chirrut occasionally poking krennic in the back and forceghost baze saving chirrut from krennic. before krennic can grab chirrut jyn flies the fuck outta nowhere and starts throttling him again. galen is tired. the circle continues. 

daughterofgalen replied to your post: ASPIRATIONCHOKED —-> OFFUCO

-- it means ‘choked’ in latin and yes, yes krennic is telling everyone to fuck off. he is a very bitter and very tired old man who just wants to live in his death machine and blow people up in peace

ASPIRATIONCHOKED ----> OFFUCO

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-- ok, heading off for tonight. i’ll do all the serious replies that’ve been piling up asap tomorrow.