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though the willingness of this man and his crew to provide her with medical care, ship repairs, and other acts of hospitality should be a comforting sign that she's not under suspicion, jyn can't help but feel otherwise. it instead raises her hackles, forcing her even more on edge than she had been in the first place. it feels like she's willingly walking into some elaborate trap. . .but what other option does she have but to follow ( like a lamb being led to the slaughter ) ? until an opportunity for escape arises, all she can do is remain focused and not let her guard down. even if these people have no intention of doing her harm, she needs to get back to the alliance to see if the plans made it through.

and that won't happen if she's strapped down to a cot and sedated so her injuries can be ' treated. ' even when she's among allies, she'd rather dig her heels in and resist until she loses consciousness. there's a vulnerability to letting someone else tend your wounds –– and that's not something she can afford right now. jyn bites back an icy response ––' well, would you like me to get a fucking mop and clean it up ? ' –– knowing that it won't help anything, and instead changes tactics.

" as i said earlier, i don't need medical, " she interrupts, voice steely. " that isn't my blood. " she stops in the middle of the hallway, no longer willing to follow blindly. the ship rattles around them. " i'd rather someone escort me to my ship so i can assess the damage. "

spock dipped his head as he was given a name , offering for the other to follow him . mister scott pulled back from the transporter desk with a relieved expression on his features . but spock was not through with using the enterprises capabilities just yet . ❝ mister scott will see that your ship is recovered && placed in the cargo bay for any repairs that it needs , you will have full access to any materials you need at mister scotts discretion of course , ❞ he lifted a brow at the chief engineer before a muttering of scottish slews were directed towards him . turning , he made to allow miss ponta to follow him .

he assured . ❝ i am first officer , second in command next to the captain . if anything should happen to the captain , command of the ship would fall to me . ❞ a pause before he glanced over . ❝ the captain is very fine with diplomacy && i would rather be ... ❞ he word sounded disdainful in his mouth but his vulcan nature stopped him from sounding annoyed . ❝ babysitting , than allowing it to be in the hands of an ensign . ❞ he gestured . ❝ though if you would rather -- i can have ensign morris come up to stay with you instead . ❞

as another BOOM ricocheted off the side of the ship , spock stopped at one of the computers && pulled up a communication . ❝ mister sulu ? our shields ? ❞

❝ 72 % && holding sir , ❞

❝ very good , alert medical that i shall be arriving with miss ponta shortly , ❞ spock turned . ❝ you're trailing blood . ❞

#prcspcr #v. alternate. ━ star trek.

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This is how you do it. You think the First Order would rescue four pilots? Hell no. And that’s everything the resistance stands for. We won’t just tell the rest of the galaxy who we are, General. We’ll show'em.

           JOIN THE RESISTANCE,

                                              AND NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND.  

by kel Ⓒ

#i LOVE kel and i LOVE kel's poe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SOFIA BOUTELLA as KORA REBEL MOON – PART TWO: THE SCARGIVER April 19th 2024 | dir. Zack Snyder  

#soooooo jyn ish #mannerisms. ━ stood and puffed out your chest like you never lost a war.

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right after scarif, in the early days of jyn's enlistment with the alliance, she's on a sort of probationary period. while she obviously knows what she's doing on the battlefield, she's an unknown factor and arguably an impulsive, loose cannon. despite the results she and ro.gue one got on scarif, they'd still went against orders and gone rogue ; that's not really something the council can publicly give a medal and a promotion for unless they want others following suit.

despite sefla unofficially giving jyn the rank of sergeant on the way to scarif (hence my url), she starts at the bottom with the rest of the recruits so the alliance can get a baseline on her abilities –– something that she is not happy about. she doesn't hide that she's leagues better than the other recruits and the majority of the instructors, as well, and takes great joy in taking down smug assholes who are higher in rank than her during training spars (even if it means that she has to run extra laps because of it).

so while jyn quickly becomes every drill sergeant's worst nightmare, she also gains a reputation as being a good resource for non-human sentients. unlike the alliance, the partisans were comprised of mostly non-humans and she learned how to fight alongside a wide variety of sentients. since most members of the alliance are human, she has experience that many don't. when she unthinkingly helps one of the non-human recruits in her squad (and also blatantly going against the advice of the instructor, which is a double win for her), people start coming to her instead of the people who are supposed to be teaching them.

and jyn's good at teaching, too. she doesn't have great people skills but she knows what she's talking about and knows to teach people how to survive. eventually, it gets to a point where jyn starts getting groups of privates to train, even though she, herself, is still technically a private.

when she eventually leaves her unofficial probation period and starts going on proper missions, she spends less time teaching since she's not on base as frequently. however, if someone asks, she'll make the time to answer their questions. while she is someone who's viewed as scary and unapproachable, she really cares about the green recruits and wants to help them survive. as much as she acts like she doesn't care, she does -- and it really hurts when she finds out someone she trained doesn't make it.

#meta #like she has so many rough edges but she can be soft #need her to adopt like a dozen fresh green trainees #who she'll curse at and death glare at but they know she's joking so they don't take it personally #and joke back and slowly.........found family:)

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     “small problem with the troops,” sefla said.     jyn waited.     “they like you, ma’am, but if you want to give a speech they’ll have trouble respecting you. you’re not military. you’re not even alliance.”      “not really my problem, is it?” jyn said, more nonplussed than irritated.      “hardly the right attitude, ma’am,” sefla arched his brow. “morale is everyone’s problem. so if captain andor won’t do it, it falls to me as an alliance specforce lieutenant to brevet you to the rank of sergeant. congratulations.”     selfa never smiled, but chirrut was laughing silently.     “you’re a cretin,” jyn said.     “yes, sergeant,” sefla replied, and walked back toward a cluster of pathfinders.

–– novelization, pg. 302

#you know i posted this back in 2022 and DIDNT reblog it when i changed my url #but im writing something up rn and needed this specific quote #so im blessing the dash with this again #since it's the reason for my url lKEJHSLK

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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “And Yet”

[Text ID: “It is depressing to know a war is coming. / Worse to know the war will always be in you.”]

#post original trilogy vibes #musings. ━ this is a rebellion isn’t it ? i rebel.

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when jyn had first arrived here, chasing rumors of galen's involvement in the cult of the absolute, she'd tried to break into moonrise towers by herself without a firm plan –– and failed miserably. she'd retreated to the last light inn to lick her wounds, acting under the pretense of a new recruit to the harpers sent from baldur's gate ( and doing her best to avoid jaheira at whatever cost –– no matter how good her forged papers, that woman could sniff out a lie from a mile away ). for days, she'd haunted the area around the inn, doing patrols and little else ; all the while, moonrise towers stood tall in the distance and taunted her, it's secrets so close yet so far away. it's why she'd campaigned so hard to come along with leitha's group when they'd first stumbled across the last light inn, despite not believing in their ' mission ' or goals. as soon as they get inside those walls, she plans on slipping away and doing her own reconnaissance –– she just needs help getting in the gods damned door.

" what is –– " jyn frowns, confused by the question. " the bloody tower ? or the key to all this ? " she waves her hand, gesturing vaguely to their surroundings. she scoffs, eyes narrowing. " fuck if i know. " other than the sinking suspicion that galen has something to do with all of this, she's just in the dark –– literally –– as everyone else on what the cause behind the shadow lands may be. not being a true soul, however, has limited her ability to search for answers. " but whatever it is, i have a feeling it'll be in there. " she glances up, firm gaze meeting leitha's for the first time since she'd started speaking. their lack of action irritates her –– they've got everything necessary to infiltrate the tower and yet they've done nothing to push the plan forward. " –– and i think you know that just as well as i do. "

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . . . they are weak, they are plagued by nightmares forced upon their mind from the night hag, they are hidden away from the lunar lady's guidance. from when dreams and visions were gift from the moon, instead they spend their time worried, fearful, and anxious of what the night will bring - thus leitha is fraught with doubt for every second of their day, because nightfall always finds them here. there is no escaping what is all encompassing, and the more days they spend here, the more time flickers unknowingly by, the worst their conditions gets. the moon elf cannot say the same for the other that sits before them, simply because they do not know - they do not know anything about them, for the little instances of personality peaks through here and there, as that is all. it bothers them, surely it must be because the need for companions is strong and resolute within them, though more so the parrying of questions and kept secrets can not help but irk them entirely through - a shameful secret that is kept to themselves.

the mage nods when the other speaks, another response that surely means nothing. perhaps if they speak more about themselves, it'll leave enough room for liana to feel more comfortable to follow in suit, or slip up. the more they take a hammer to the tall thick walls that surrounds her the more leitha is certain that something will come of it - they both wear their masks with a heavy burden on their shoulders, and yet leitha stays silent about what lingers in their thoughts. " i agree. the only time i have felt somewhat normal is at the last light inn - since then, it's been a massive blur. " their eyes follow the imaginary line that is formed from her weapon to the tower, head tilting further in their curiosity. " and what is that ? "

#moonsworn #v. alternate. ━ baldur’s gate 3.

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Felicity Jones as Jyn Erso in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

#HELL YEAH! #visage. ━ this is a torch song. touch me and you’ll burn.

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Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays

#definitely have reblogged this before but i can't find it so here it is again<3 #musings. ━ this is a rebellion isn’t it ? i rebel.

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anyone who's managed to survived into adulthood in the wasteland is mainly due to two reasons : a willingness to do just about anything to stay alive and just sheer, dumb fucking luck. jyn's had her healthy share of both over the years ; it's what makes such her a good mercenary-for-hire . . . that, and the fact that she hasn't died yet, leaving her with little true competition. she's been in this area a while, taken the time to build up her reputation and make a name for herself. it's why she doesn't bother getting up when she sees a potential client making her way over to her table -- the rumors do their work for her.

taking a sip of her drink, she leans back and waits for the usual spiel. but her opening greeting –– ' good day ? ' are you fucking serious ? –– is surprising enough that jyn raises a bemused eyebrow. her initial assessment grows stronger by the seconds -- either this woman is more than she appears or she's really fucking lucky to have survived for so long. " services ? " jyn questions, drawing out the word. " i'm good in a fight –– that's what you're ' employing, ' if you've got the caps. "

           GOOD HELP WAS HARD TO FIND. Presently, it seems like a wild understatement. Leonie's search has taken her to every grime-infested crime-ridden hellhole looking for clues, leads, and (optimistically) assistance, to no avail. It seemed that if she wanted help, she'd have to pay for it. She's been directed to a specific bar in search of a specific mercenary, after being told that was her best bet. Erso. It feels like pulling teeth, asking around to get an answer as to which of the bar's denizens bore that name, but eventually she has her pointed out.

"Good day," she begins once she's approached the woman carefully, the words sounding false even to her. No day was ever good up here, and that was likely the only thing she and everyone else up here could agree on. "I would like to employ your... services, if you're offering them."

#atcmbmb #v. alternate. ━ fallout 4. #it's more than okay!! #absolutely no worries #always take as long as you need!

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🩷    O,  LOVE  INCARNATE  -  BLEEDING  HEART,  DEAD  GIRL  WALKING !      /      eliza  cecilia  kardel,    fandomless  original  character    FEATURED  in  verses  such  as  …  sons  of  anarchy,  mayans,  supernatural,  marvel  +  more!      private,  very  low  activity,  no  stress.    leave  drama  @  the  door.      loved  by  sophie.

#my WIFE! #love the pink vibes ....

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knowing that one of the reasons that makes jyn + r1 team special is that they are just "ordinary" rebels doing what's right ( immovable object ) vs. me wanting to give jyn powers and abilities in every au bc it's fun ( unstoppable object )

#i LIKE that she's just some rando human but i also quite enjoy letting her wreck havoc #with various super powers #but if i give her too many she'll be too powerful............ #destroy the world etc etc

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when jyn had first seen cassian andor, she'd hated him. fresh out of wobani and hauled unceremoniously through the hallways of yavin iv like she'd still been a prisoner, she hadn't felt charitable to any of the rebels, let alone the stone-faced man who interrogated her about galen. it'd taken all of her energy to keep her rage off of her face, to channel her expression into a careful neutrality. but the stuncuffs around her wrists hadn't been the only thing that'd stopped her from jumping over the table and strangling him ; the alliance had broken her out of prison, after all –– they'd saved her from a veritable death sentence. with the way cassian had spoken about her life like he'd studied her, she holds no doubt that he'd had a role in that plan, even if she's never asked him directly. a part of her had felt –– still feels –– indebted to him. more than five years in wobani is a death sentence and she'd been sentenced to twenty. after only a few months, she'd stopping caring what happened to her. and then the stars-damned rebels had burst in out of nowhere and given her . . . hope.

so she hadn't killed him, no matter how much she'd raged at the fact that he was dragging her back into the memories she'd locked up in the cave in her mind. instead, she'd stolen his blaster and told him, not meaning it, that ' trust goes both ways. ' ( she hadn't meant it then. if she were to say it now, she wouldn't mean it either. . .but it would be different. despite all his secrets and lies, he had come back for her. the smartest move is to not trust the spy . . . but –– )

it's moments like these that leave her with more questions than answers. as she watches him speak so vehemently, so passionately, not for the first time, she wonders what kind of man he truly is, who he hides deep underneath that facade he wears. without having to slice into his records ( though she's tried –– and they're karking protected with layers and layers of security she hasn't managed to break yet ), she thinks she's seen glimpses of his true self through the cracks. not many –– she hasn't known him long –– but a few, barely noticeable. . .slips, only because she'd been looking. maybe this is one of them -- or maybe he's just as selfish as she is, hanging on to the people and things she cares about with a white-knuckled grip. while she knows deep down that he and the rest of the rogue one crew will eventually leave her behind, she holds desperately to the bond they have now, even if it won't last. it'll make it all the more painful in the end but that knowledge doesn't lessen the feeling.

but even though she doesn't know exactly what he's done in his past ( either for the rebellion or out of his own desires ), she finds that she doesn't really care. haven't they all done things they regret for the cause ? accidentally killed innocents as collateral damage or leveled whole towns with blasts just meant for imperial targets ? her record isn't clean ; she doesn't need to see his files to know that his isn't, either. maybe one day, they'll pay for the sins they've committed –– but to get to that point, they need to survive the war first.

ever since scarif, she's felt as if she's been operating on stolen time. the two of them shouldn't have survived the blast on the beach. and even though they've never spoken about it, looking at him now, she wonders if he feels the same.

" fine, then, " jyn responds, voice even. she ignores the way her chest tightens, how her heart feels like it's going to burst through her ribs. instead, she raises her chin and meets his stare with one of her own, refusing to back down even as she encroaches more and more on his personal space. " that means the same for you, got it ? we survived scarif together, we're going to survive this fucking war together. i'll make sure of it. " she punctuates her point by poking him in the chest. her gaze is all fire, all conviction. he'd offered her a home and she's not going to let that slip out of her fingers that easily. " you hear that, cassian ? you're not dying on my watch. this sort of thing -- it goes both ways. "

For  a  while  then,  back  when  he  first  met  her,  he  saw  Jyn  as  little  more  than  a  brute.  Impulsive,  hot  headed,  prone  to  destructive  outbursts  without  any  kind  of  finesse  or  plan,  a  liability.  His  very  own  pocket  size  Saw  Guerrera.  He  was  certain  she’d  kill  them  all.  But  he  only  had  to  look  behind  at  his  lifework  to  see  his  own  brand  of  brutality  was  of  a  much  more  dangerous  breed,  cold,  sharp  and  precise.  He  looked  at  the  world  and  saw  a  battle  map,  strings  to  be  pulled  and  connected,  people  were  assets,  deaths  were  an  acceptable  margin  of  error.  On  Jedha,  he  never  once  glanced  at  the  crying  little  girl  in  the  plaza,  or  if  he  did  his  mind  discarded  her  and  brushed  past  her,  inconsequential.  She  wasn’t  part  of  the  mission  so  she  didn’t  matter.  He  didn’t  run  through  a  battlefield  to  pick  her  up  and  take  her  to  safety.  No  matter  that  she  was  ashes  only  hours  after.  

In  his  mind’s  eye,  he  sees  Brasso  that  last  time,  before  he  left.  How  he  stood  on  the  ramp  of  that  patched  up  shuttle,  shoulders  set  in  resolve,  still  hunched  like  bracing  up  for  the  great  impact  of  heartbreak  and  disappointment.  He  told  him  something  like  if  the  emperor  were  standing  behind  him  then  and  there,  Cassian  would  shut  through  him  to  kill  him  without  a  second  thought.  It  had  pissed  him  off,  not  only  because  it  was  such  an  absurd  notion,  created  only  to  try  to  hurt  him.  But  at  the  same  time  he  couldn’t  conceive  why  Brasso  couldn’t  see  it  was  the  only  solution  for  his  stupid  riddle.  That  was  the  problem,  and  he  couldn’t  see  it  until  Jenoport,  even  then,  it  took  looking  through  the  scope  of  his  rifle  at  Galen  Erso,  to  finally  understand.  

He  could  have  laughed  at  the  thought  that  the  only  one  brutal  enough  to  wrangle  his  own  conscience  from  the  depths  of  his  mind  where  it  had  been  immured  was  Jyn  Erso,  of  all  people.  Brasso  couldn’t  do  it,  Bix  couldn’t  do  it,  Kay  didn’t  even  know  to  try,  he  was  as  duty  driven  as  he  was,  Melshi  was  too  loyal  to  even  question  him.  But  Jyn  had  taken  a  sledgehammer  to  the  ice  wall  around  his  brain  and  fuck  the  consequences.  And  it  had  saved  them  all.  

That  was  the  reason  he  couldn’t  leave  her  behind.  He  couldn’t  go  back  to  the  same  mistakes,  the  same  cold  manipulations.  Whatever  it  was  they  were  doing,  it  was  working.  She  couldn't  go  on  her  own  because  she  would  certainly  mock  it  all  up  with  all  the  grace  of  a  bantha,  and  he  was  too  dangerous  to  be  allowed  on  his  own  again.  His  way  didn’t  work  any  more.  Couldn’t  be  allowed  to  work  any  more.  What  was  the  point  of  winning  a  war  if  there  was  only  ashes  at  the  end?  He  had  spent  all  his  friends  in  this  war,  and  they  still  were  nowhere  near  close  winning.

But  for  all  of  it,  he  can’t  find  the  words  to  admit  any  of  it.  It’s  all  too  new  for  his  jaded  spirit,  he’s  too  raw  from  too  many  years  of  fighting,  of  being  both  the  monster  and  the  sacrificial  lamb  of  his  own  story.  

He  frowns  then,  as  she  finally  speaks,  the  first  emotion  to  crack  through  his  unreadable  face.  Is  it  a  bitter  kind  of  amusement,  like  he’s  hearing  his  own  secret  dark  joke  spit  back  to  him.  

“To  hell  with  that,”  he  makes  his  tone  lighter  than  he  feels.  “If  I  don’t  get  to  kill  myself  on  some  stupid  heroic  mission,  neither  do  you.”  He  fixes  Jyn  with  a  meaningful  look,  eyes  sparkling  with  sharp  humor.  He  knows  it,  that  feeling  wrongness  after  waking  up  in  the  med  bay.  Of  hearing  medical  droids  whirring  around  instead  of  the  roar  of  the  burning  shores  of  Scarif.  The  feeling  he  was  not  meant  to  survive,  that  heroic  death  would  have  been  so  much  easier  than  this  unending  toiling  through  war.  And  he  has  gone  through  too  damn  much  to  allow  it  to  take  over,  to  guide  his  actions,  to  guide  Jyn’s.  “Like  I  said,”  he’s  almost  haughty  as  he  stares  her  down.  “I’d  do  it  again.  Problem?”

#k4ssa #v. star wars. ━ original trilogy. #oh jyn is FEELING things

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RebelCaptain   -  First time meeting Jyn. Cassian’s POV. 

“And yet Cassian was troubled nonetheless. He was escorting a girl not much older than a teenager to see the father she had believed she’d lost. A girl who—genetics notwithstanding—had clearly inherited Saw Gerrera’s burning rage and icy competence. The need in her eyes frightened Cassian. Had the others seen it? Had he imagined it?”

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#BARK BARK BARK BARK #JYN AND RAGE AND FIRE!!!!! #A GIRL WHO -- GENETICS NOTWITHSTANDING -- HAD CLEARLY INHERITED SAW GERERRA'S BURNING RAGE AND ICY COMPETENCE #ALEXANDER FREED I LOVE YOU #visage. ━ this is a torch song. touch me and you’ll burn.

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"Captain Cassian Andor's Intelligence Datapad" Dawn of Rebellion: The Visual Guide (2023)

#this makes me laugh bc i too rotate jyns 3d head in my mind constantly #cassian interrogating her and just having this on his datapad is sooo funny #no notes just head #visage. ━ this is a torch song. touch me and you’ll burn.

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i am a huge fall.out fan so believe me when i say this : the show fuckin' rocks

#CRAWL OUT TO THE FALLOUT TOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEE #IM ONLY ON EPISODE SIX THO NO SPOILERS #i am HAVING FUN!!!!! #obviously it's not perfect but im having a blast #and also watching and blasting through my replies my muse is through the roof #give me fall.out things give me video game threads #I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!

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after saw had dumped her on tamsye prime, jyn has never cared to get to know anyone around her. a lesson she'd learned early on –– one that'd only felt all the more painful after saw –– is that everyone will abandon her. what's the point of getting to know someone when they're just going to leave ? it's a lonely road, sure, but it's safer ; and over time, it's one she'd gotten quite used to. but now, sitting in the cockpit with bodhi and sharing a drink after a successful mission, she doesn't feel that urge to shut down any attempts of casual conversation. while she hasn't known him long, he's proven dependable. maybe one day, that'll change. ( it likely will –– it's a fact of life for her ). instead of dwelling on that, however, she just takes another drink.

" s'all still too strict in the fucking alliance, too, " jyn mutters with a conspiratorial grin. " i mean, it's better than the empire, i bet. but in the partisans, we got shit done without all that –– " she waves a hand, dismissive, " bureaucratic bullshit. " there's plenty of better things she could be doing with her time than writing long, drawn-out mission reports that included every single detail of her day. she turns her head to the side, looking at him out of the corner of her gaze. " –– what'll it take for me to convince you to do all that post-mission debriefing for me ? "

bodhi's memory is more hole than recollection, or splinters of things jammed together wrong and out of order, so it takes him a moment to put the thoughts together. "we - - - got away with more than they wanted us to, i think." bodhi says, the words a little stilted and halting as he leans back against the cushion of the chair and holds out his hand for the bottle once she's had her swig. "cargo pilots, i mean. i dunno what it was like for the fighters and such, i never really spoke with them after flunking out of the program. it was long hauls on our own with little oversight. as long as i ... got where i was - needed by the right time, didn't much matter how i got there." there's something there, a hand ghosting over his arm, mamma says to be home before it starts getting dark, landing late and getting a reprimand. bodhi blinks and smiles a little.

"the timetables were quite strict though, yeah." if he focuses hard enough he can remember - - - a face, someone he'd seen often and then suddenly never again. they'd missed their check in by days, another pilot. bodhi's sure he knew their name, but it's gone now. he reaches up and gives himself something to do with still slightly trembling hands by untying and retying his hair a touch tighter.

#fals3nd #v. star wars. ━ original trilogy. #absolutely no worries!! #take as long as you need always!