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killikhive · 7 months
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[DANTOOINE,  OUTSIDE JEDI ENCLAVE. 3956 BBY.] Mission was sitting on the low wall in the outer courtyard, looking out at the outback, fiddling with some droid pieces in her hands. At some point, Aurex had climbed up beside her, but hadn’t spoken. Eventually, though, he broke the silence. “Mission?” “Yeah, what’s up?” She remained focused on the parts she was holding, though what she aimed to do with them was unclear.  “Weird question, but-- do you trust me?” Mission scrunched her face at this, looked at Aurex sidelong.  “Well, you helped save Big Z, and he trusts you, so I guess I do too. Course, I guess he could take you if he needed to, but a life debt’s a real big deal! He wouldn’t swear that to just anyone.”  He looked down at his hands, callused from fighting. Some old, some new. A little from the intensive lightsaber training, but mostly from the vibroblade he’d fought with for years, on all his scouting missions. He knew that was why the lightsaber felt so natural in his hands, it really wasn’t that different, and his hands were used to holding a blade. Yet…something hummed strangely in his mind at that thought. But in attempting to chase it he just felt it slip away, like a fleeting dream or a fleeing prey animal. It left him with a sense of unease, heart rate picking up, as if he really had been chasing the-- feeling? memory? on foot. Yet here he was, uncomfortable stonework still beneath him, and Mission giving him a strange look. Why was he asking the 14 year old if she trusted him? Was it really getting to him that much? “Bastila keeps looking at you weird, though,” she added helpfully. “Ugh, I know,” he muttered, tilting his head back. “It’s like she doesn’t want me to be here, even though this whole thing was her idea. I don’t get it.”
just a little kotor snippet i wrote from some replaying because i can
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