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awesomecopper · 2 months

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After progressing a bit in Icewind Dale I decided to reroll with a new party. I realized the timeline didn't match up for Gorion to be in this adventure. There's also not enough scrolls in this game for multiple arcane casters, and I think I prefer bards in this game. So I'll add him back in when I get around to playing Icewind Dale 2, which should line up better.

My modified party is as follows:

Ulfur and Alianna (top left and middle) are dwarven siblings and leaders of this band of adventurers. They were raised by their uncle in Mithral Hall, where Ulfur trained to become a guard. Displeased by Ulfur's progress, their uncle took to beating his nephew as punishment. Alianna couldn't sit idly by and soon took the advice of Bhaal who had been whispering in her ear. One day their uncle's body was found, brutally beaten and barely identifiable. Though there was no evidence linking Ulfur or Alianna to the crime, the judging stares of their kin eventually pushed the two to strike out on their own. In an attempt to make a name for themselves they decided to create a band of adventurers. Ulfur fights as a dwarven defender and Alianna as a cleric/thief, keeping her god of choice a secret.

Meanwhile, an elven druid named Nyra (top right) was on a mission of her own. In listening to the birds passing through Lurkwood, her druid circle learned of the troubles stirring in Kuldahar. Given Nyra's youth by elven standards, the circle decided this was a perfect test of her abilities to advance within the circle's hierarchy and calm her restless nature. She did not adjust easily to civilization as she began her journey north. When she stopped for rest at an inn, she was nearly thrown out for causing a disturbance when she took offense to a snarky comment by a fellow traveler. Fortunately for her, a bard staying at the inn stepped in to deescalate the situation. Sylvia (bottom left) is a half-elven bard. She recently began travels of her own to see the world and write the stories of her adventures. When she noticed Nyra's situation, she couldn't help but step in. Upon hearing Nyra's quest, Sylvia decided it was a perfect opportunity for adventure and the two continued their journey together. Within a few days they encountered the dwarven siblings looking for recruits.

A band of four, Nyra and Sylvia convinced Ulfur and Alianna that Icewind Dale was the place they should go for work. As Sylvia recounted tales of lost dwarven cities that might be found in the region, the dwarves agreed that the likelihood of treasure made the north a fine choice. Overhearing their destination, an armored human stepped up. Wilfred Argent, as he introduced himself (bottom middle), was a paladin from the Order of the Aster in Waterdeep. Clerics that served Lathander had begun receiving visions of a great evil in the Icewind Dale region, so Wilfred was on his way to investigate. Given the safety of traveling in numbers, the group agreed to travel together.

Upon making it to the region, they soon became lost. Constant snowstorms made travel difficult and none among them were used to navigating in such conditions. Hope was not lost however, as they eventually found a lone figure who had created a small campfire for herself. Eivor (bottom right) is a human barbarian of one of the Reghed tribes in the region. She had been on a hunting party but was separated from the rest of her group in the most recent snowstorm. Eivor agreed to escort the group of adventurers to the nearest town, Easthaven, where the group began their true adventure...

#icewind dale #wow this is longer than I meant it to be #I wasn't expecting to have so much fun coming up with their backstories #but yeah I thought having Alianna and a member of the Argent family would be a fun link to the bg games #I know just enough spoilers that make something in siege of dragonspear have a link here #I have ideas for further character development but I'll see how the story actually plays out

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citizenscreen · 1 year

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1948: Ingrid Bergman presents James Baskett with an Oscar for his portrayal of Uncle Remus in the Disney film SONG OF THE SOUTH directed by Harve Foster and Wilfred Jackson.

#james baskett #ingrid bergman #oscars

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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How you holding up, Reggie?

-I’m alright, Ether should pick up later in the day.

NOT ABOUT THE CRYPTO MARKET, ABOUT YOUR BREAK UP

-Oh I got over that, life goes on.

Normally I’d be like ‘how can you be over it, it was 4 hours ago’, but you know what, I believe you.

Unlike Reginald, Eliza is having some difficulty moving on, as she apparently forgot that Reginald just caught her cheating and attempted to kiss him at the crack of dawn?? Liz wtf.

-New day, new me! -We’re broken up, Eliza. -Well I didn’t agree to that! -You don’t have to agree to it! -Oh really?! Let’s see how this argument holds up in court for you.

Liz, not that I don’t love watching you be a complete lunatic, but we have more urgent matters to deal with aka-

-THE FUCKING GLITCHED BUTLER IS GONNA CRASH THE LOT AGAIN. Bro what is my problem, I’m as addicted to hiring butlers as Reginald is to the ‘give financial advice on the internet’ action.

Like I straight up had to trap him with Eliza inside a fence so she could fire him but then I immediately hired a new one! But it’s ok, I really feel Glitched Butler #7 is gonna be the one that goes the distance.

It’s Sophito’s Find Potential Dates By The Pavement Day! Ah, it seems like yesterday Cyn was in college and I was doing this with her💗 Are we ever gonna stop being degenerates💗 We begin with Jane Stacks..

..then Jimmy Phoenix passes by..

..then Roxie Sharpe! Ok everyone, it’s first-come-first-served, so form an orderly line, please.

Our Jane date goes pretty well, despite a devastating lack of chemistry.

-Oh Sophito, being on this magical kitchen-swimwear date with you is almost making me forget about Castor! -Castor? My uncle Castor? -HE’S NOT YOUR UNCLE, THAT SLUT BRITTANY BABY TRAPPED HIM

Ya ok, that’s enough out of you, Jane Stacks, move it along.

It’s Jimmy time! Man I love Jimbo’s face, Sophito would you consider getting knocked up by him so we can get his genes? You don’t have to marry him!

-Why should I be the one who gets knocked up??

I just told you, former-genius, so you don’t have to marry him and we can just leave him in college.

-Ya I’d much rather marry him, knock him up, and proceed to ruin his life. That’s the Union way!

God whatever, forget about it. You’re the worst.

-Oh Sophito, you’re so hot! -I know, but there’s someone even hotter here! -Me? :D -No, Roxie Sharpe, so let’s get this date over with so I can move on to her.

The. WORST.

Roxie had actually left by the time the Jimmy date ended and Sugar wanted to throw a party, so I was like ok, let’s invite all our dormie ‘friends’ and Sophito can go on a date with one of them. Unfortunately the dormies created a lusting-over-Sophito traffic jam and trapped Stacy there for like 1 hour while she was trying to get to class.

-Can I PLEASE just pass through? -Oh Sophito, please take me on a magical kitchen date! -No, take me, take me!

CLAIRE

-What? It’s totally harmless! Sugar and I aren’t even exclusive yet!

Does Sugar know that?

-I’m sure he does, subconsciously!

Boy do I want to find Sugar someone more dependable aka someone like Stacy, but he’s OBSESSED with Claire-

-literally all he does all day is a) follow Claire around, b) woohoo with Claire, c) throw engagement wants about Claire, d) do the cha-cha with Claire. You really can’t fight those 3 bolts!!

Other than Claire’s Sophito heartfarting, this is going shockingly great for a Sugar party???

June finally banged Erik..

Sophito keeps driving his remote control car into Wilfred and Eliza..

..(I’m not kidding)..

..Even Reginald is having fun! I just wish it wasn’t with Half-Alien Professor aka HIS FATHER’S FORMER LOVER (who doesn’t have her alien eyes anymore because I deleted a bunch of eyesets) BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO.

-Oh Half-Alien Professor, I feel so strangely connected to you.. What’s her name again?

It’s Trista and I hate that I remember it-

-BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I HATE WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS. REGINALD WHAT THE FUCK

-My recent experience with Eliza proved to me that I need an emotionally mature woman.

WE CAN FIND YOU ONE WHO DIDN’T USE TO BANG YOUR DAD

OK SERIOUSLY STOP

SERIOUSLY STOP.

I’M NEVER THROWING A SUGAR PARTY AGAIN

#gen 3 #ts2

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sunnysssol · 4 months

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Wilfred Knightley, who has never been affectionate by word of mouth or by action, writing letters with such affection to Susannah. "For my dearest Duckie" and "My beloved North Star" start his letters so often. Suzie kept all of his letters, it being a well-appreciated comfort when they didn't speak to each other during the Revolution. But they'd also kept all of those letters to this day, and whenever Wilfred sees the gold-silver lines of their family crest imprinted upon the many, many box albums stored inside Suzie's office, he can't help but feel a little self-conscious, and more than a little touched. He knows that he and his dear Duckie haven't always had a perfect relationship, and is all the more appreciative for her efforts to hold onto and pay attention to his kindness instead.

#hws assistantverse #sol's writing #wilfred #suzie #i love them so much they make me so soft... if suzie is everybody's emergency contact then uncle wilfred is /her/ emergency contact

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sparkiekong · 11 months

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Wilbur! Even though he's not around on Sparkie's Place as often anymore, he's always going to be my son that I play for fun. He's moved onto his own tumblr... lovelaffers.tumblr.com

It's been a while since we talked about him, so I'll toss some facts about him.

He's got triplet older brothers (William, Wilson, Wiley). He's got one sister (Willow) whom is a part of @helenofsimblr's super soldier program with Bob. His mother (Wilhelmina) ended up marrying George Cahill and had an additional son. His father (Wilfred) found a younger woman Marilyn, who provided him with an additional son. Overly fertile family... and really like the Wil type names.

He gets his name from a popular spicy series game that started in 1987 and is still running in various incarnations today. Leisure Suit Larry Laffer is his great uncle on his father's side. Wilbur inherited his fashion sense from him.

He's modeled after a chimpanzee and Larry Laffer. I know weird combo, but it's one of the many reasons he's lasted longer than any other gameplay character.

Wilbur has to date, 37 children in my various save files... at least 12 of them belong to alternate universe Judith Robinson.

I've attempted a 100 baby challenge with him twice and failed miserably... so I only play that save as gameplay and life is much easier for Wilbur.

Thanks! @sheepiling

#tag games #ask #kong rambles #lovelaffers

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drarreckyninja · 1 year

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Scooby Gang Ages

*Birthdays: Shaggy (25 Feb); Velma (May); Daphne (13 May); Fred (summer)

Mystery Map: 6y Velma; 7y Daphne; 8y Shaggy, Fred [puppy Scooby]

A Pup Named Scooby-Doo: 8y Velma; 9y Daphne; 10y Shaggy, Fred [unaging Scooby] - first mention of Shaggy's 14-22mo sister Maggie "Sugey"; Velma's Aunt Thelma (Marine institute dolphin trainer)

Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo; Richie Rich Scooby-Doo Show; Scrappy and Yabba-Dabba-Doo; Scooby and Scrappy-Doo Puppy Hour; Boo Brothers; Ghoul School; Reluctant Werewolf: 13-14y Velma; 14-15y Daphne; 15-16y Shaggy, Fred [3-4y Scooby, 5-6y Scrappy] - first mention of Shaggy's cousin Betty Lou (Southern)

New Scooby and Scrappy-Doo Show; New Scooby-Doo Mysteries; 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo; Arabian Nights: 14y Velma; 15y Daphne; 16y Shaggy, Fred [4y Scooby, 6y Scrappy] - first mention of Shaggy's future BIL Wilfred

The Scooby-Doo Show/Dynomutt; Laff-A-Lympics: 15y Velma; 16y Daphne; 17y Shaggy, Fred [5y Scooby] - first mention of Daphne's cattle rancher Uncle Matt (Texas)

Mystery Incorporated: 15-16y Velma; 16-17y Daphne; 17-18y Shaggy, Fred [5-6y Scooby] - first mention of Daphne's 20-21y sisters: Dahlia (astronaut), Daisy (medical doctor), Delilah (Marine), Dawn (model), Dorothy (racecar driver)

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?; Scoobynatural; Legend of the Phantosaur; Camp Scare; Shaggy's Showdown; Gourmet Ghost: 16y Velma; 17y Daphne; 18y Shaggy, Fred [6y Scooby has stopped aging] - first mention of Daphne's movie director Uncle John Maxwell; Fred's professional chef Uncle Bobby Flay

Be Cool, Scooby-Doo: 17y Velma; 18y Daphne; 19y Shaggy, Fred - first mention of Grammy Rogers (Shady Sunshine Retirement); Fred's cousin Scott McDoon (Captain of S.S. Casey)

Zombie Island; Witch's Ghost; Alien Invaders; Cyber Chase: 19y Velma; 20y Daphne; 21y Shaggy, Fred

The New Scooby-Doo Movies; Abracadabra-Doo; Batman the Brave; Music of the Vampire; Big Top; Stage Fright; WrestleMania; Moon Monster Madness; WWE: 19-20y Velma; 20-21y Daphne; 21-22y Shaggy, Fred - first mention of Velma's 15y sister Madelyn

What's New Scooby-Doo?; Loch Ness Monster; Aloha; Where's My Mummy; Pirates Ahoy; Chill Out; Goblin King; Samurai Sword; Legend of the Vampire; Mecha Mutt Menace; Spooky Games; Ghastly Goals; Spooky Scarecrow; Haunted Holidays; Mask of the Blue Falcon; Frankencreepy; KISS; SCOOB!: 20-21y Velma; 21-22y Daphne; 22-23y Shaggy, Fred - first mention of Daphne's model cousin Dannika (France) and identical cousin Shannon (Scotland); Fred's weight-lifting Uncle Karl (Wisconsin); Velma's 18y cousin Marcy (small town)

Shaggy and Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!; Happy Halloween; The Sword and the Scoob; Scooby-Doo and Krypto Too!: 22y Velma; 23y Daphne; 24y Shaggy, Fred - first mention of Shaggy's billionaire scientist Uncle Albert Shaggleford

Beach Beastie; Guess Who; Straight Outta Nowhere; Trick Or Treat; Scooby-Doo (2002) [only the beginning]: 22-23y Velma; 23-24y Daphne; 24-25y Shaggy, Fred

Scooby-Doo (2002): 25y Velma; 26y Daphne; 27y Shaggy, Fred

Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed: 26y Velma; 27y Daphne; 28y Shaggy, Fred

Alt. Timelines post-Mystery Incorporated

(1) Scooby-Doo Goes Hollywood; Looney Tunes Back in Action (cameo): 18y Velma, Daphne, 21y Shaggy, Fred [8y Scooby]

(2) Velma: 15y Velma, 16y Daphne, 17y Shaggy, Fred [Scooby does not exist; Velma's baby half-sister Amanda]

(3) Scooby Apocalypse: 39y Velma, 40y Daphne, 41y Shaggy, Fred [cyborg prototype Scooby; Velma's older quadruplet brothers "The Four" - including Rufus, Cheeves, and Quentin; Velma's sister has become a friend; Shaggy's baby sister Maggie and BIL Wilfred; Daphne's sister Thalia]

#scooby doo #timeline

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elderlytourney · 1 year

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OLD MAN TOURNEY - RESULTS

It's been a grueling few weeks for everyone here at the Old Man Tourney Headquarters and Retirement Center, but now, we've officially reached the end.

Without further ado, the winner of the old man tourney is...

UNCLE IROH! (Avatar series)

In second place, we have Joe McCool from Derry Girls, and after a relatively close battle, Stan Pines from Gravity Falls has been named third.

The rest of the placements are as follows:

4. Gandalf (Lord of the Rings)

5. Statler (Muppets)

5.5. Waldorf (Muppets)

6. Alfred Pennyworth (DC Comics)

7. Merle Highchurch (The Adventure Zone)

8. Wilfred Mott (Dr. Who)

9. Hop Pop (Amphibia)

10. Cap'n Cuttlefish (Splatoon)

11. Ice King (Adventure Time)

12. Yoda (Star Wars)

13. Cranky Kong (DKC)

14. Toadsworth (Super Mario)

15. Abe Simpson (The Simpsons)

16. Grandpa Gohan (Dragon Ball)

17. Rab (Dragon Quest 11)

18. Solomon Muto (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

19. Old Man Jenkins (Scooby-Doo)

20. Tanaka (Black Butler)

21. Uncle Ben (Marvel)

22. Hudson (Gargoyles)

23. Max Tennyson (Ben 10)

24. Chiron (Percy Jackson)

25. Hide-the-Pain Harold (Stock Photos)

26. Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

27. Dragoon the Great (Merlin)

28. Janitor (Kindergarten)

29. Grandpa Joe (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

30. Saladin (Winx)

Thank you all for voting and contributing to this wild tournament. It's been a joy!

As for what comes next, well...something is coming next.

...How many realized we're not called "OldManTourney" anymore?

Stay tuned...

#old man tourney #character polls #results

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the-chaotic-christian · 5 months

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More tge memes

Smalls: If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remains the same.

Kylen, with his mouth full: Kill two.

Evan: Smalls, I am respecting your privacy by knocking.

Evan: But I am also asserting my authority as your older brother by coming in whether you want me to or not.

Picket: What was it like being raised by Uncle Wilfred.

Smalls: I asked for some water once while he was mad at me. Then he brought me a glass of ice and said ‘wait’.

Smalls: Do you remember the time I drank my first coffee?

Asher: Yes, you laughed at the littlest thing until 2 A.M. Then you cried for an hour straight. We thought you’d gone insane.

Smalls, on his fifth cup of coffee in one hour: Good times.

Smalls: When have I ever done anything rash?

Heather: I have a list. It’s color-coded, cross-referenced, and alphabetical.

#tge #the green ember #heather longtreader #smalden joveson #incorrect quotes #kylen #wilfred longtreader

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spell-cleaver · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 2: NOWHERE TO RUN Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Read it on AO3 or on FFN instead!

Eriadu had been the last place Leia wanted to go for a mission, but they hadn’t had much choice. One of their most powerful benefactors—a distant relative of the brutish Tarkin family, in fact—had been antsy since the Battle of Yavin and the death of his head of house. The Alliance had thought that sending Leia, the symbol of all the wrong Tarkin and his Death Star had done, would convince the sleemo that continuing to fund them would be the only way he could possibly clean himself of the stain of association.

Luke, when he and Han had dropped her in the spaceport, hadn’t had such a negative opinion of it. He’d been almost sympathetic to the man for having to grapple with his wicked relative. Leia and Han had exchanged a look when he made that comment, but while Han scoffed, Leia had to admit that it was Luke’s comment which had convinced her to actually go through with it. Blast that farm boy and his inexperienced heart.

The spaceport in Eriadu City was too connected to the rest of the galaxy; she and her escort had been dumped in Phelar, a smaller city. Wilfred Tarkin, their secret benefactor, was the vice-principal of the Imperial Junior Academy on Eriadu, just outside Phelar. She’d seen it out the window of the train they’d taken to get here: a dark silhouette of permacrete spires on the horizon, a wasteland in the middle of a verdant jungle. The heavy sweat on the back of her neck, mostly from Eriadu’s oppressive humidity, went cold at the sight of it.

She wondered how many children were being brainwashed into hating her in the mere seconds she watched it. It was years since she’d been a member of the Junior Senate and had visited an academy herself, but she remembered the experience. The Empire stripped them of their identities beyond numbers and gave them a faceless helmet to march onto the streets with, and they justified it with your sacrifice is necessary for the safety of the Empire.

One of the soldiers in her escort, Grey, nudged her. “This is our stop, miss.” He couldn’t call her Your Highness here, but she could tell he wanted to.

She nodded. “Let’s go.”

It was a short walk from the bus stop to the towering building that held Tarkin’s private penthouse. She was wearing enough makeup to disguise herself that it caked on her upper lip, but she still hesitated to look the receptionist in the eye.

The woman seemed the epitome of discretion, though, and clearly knew what was going on: she said, “Sir Tarkin has been expecting you, miss,” and waved them right up.

He met her on the top floor. Leia stepped out of the sleek turbolift into an equally as sleek—to the extent it looked uncomfortable—hallway. Tarkin was a reedy man without the bulk his elder relative had had, but the same skeletal features and proud mouth. Two stormtroopers flanked him, which Leia tensed at, but she sensed no immediate aggression from them. They seemed young and small, as well—shorter than Luke had been in the armour—so she could only assume they were some favoured students, here as extra protection.

His eyes widened when he saw her. “Are you…?”

“Princess Leia of Alderaan,” she confirmed, stepping forwards to extend her hand. He looked at it for a moment, as if expecting it to be rough with Rebel callouses, but her skin was as clean and soft as when she’d been in politics.

The way she saw it, she was still in politics.

He took her hand and shook it limply. She tried not to grimace. They needed his money, not his skills in charisma.

“Sir Tarkin,” she said. “I understand you have been reluctant to continue funding us since your uncle destroyed my planet.”

“Cousin,” he corrected. “Second-cousin, uh—” She stepped towards a door; he panicked, before realising she had no intention of snooping, just in him actually inviting her in. “—thrice-removed. I apologise for my poor manners, Your Highness. Please, come in. Sit down.”

He opened a pair of great double doors onto a living room, half of which was comprised by a balcony. The tropical storms that were endemic in summer meant that there were currently a set of transparisteel doors separating the living room from the outside veranda, but Leia paused to glance at the view, nonetheless. A storm was indeed rolling in: lightning flashed, and the beginning pitter-patter of rain began to strike the doors.

“Not your escort,” he said hurriedly, when Grey and his team tried to follow them. “Your escort, and mine, must stay outside.” She narrowed her eyes at him; he smiled sheepishly. “Confidential information. Details, bank records, precise deals; I can’t risk any of this reaching beyond your ears and mine, I’m sure you understand—”

“I understand,” she cut him off. “I am not pleased by it, but I understand. Captain,” she turned to Grey, “wait just outside the door. I will call on you if required.”

“Likewise, Veers,” Tarkin added. “All of you wait outside.” They exited through a different door—one that presumably went to an antechamber of some kind.

“Veers?” Leia asked, eyebrows climbing.

“General Veers’s son, yes. Very talented boy. Has a good sense for right and wrong.”

“I’m hoping you do as well, Sir Tarkin. Otherwise, my trip here has been a waste, as has our entire association.”

“No, don’t give me that.” He finally sat down on the sofa opposite her. He hadn’t even offered her any drinks for her to be suspicious of; his hosting skills were deplorable, and his political skills even more so. “No, I reserve the right to judge whatever the hell happened on DS-1.”

“DS-1? You would use the official, clinical term for it? It is natural that the Empire does not want to call its own device a Death Star, but I would have hoped you’d know better.”

“What happened?” he snapped. “My cousin—”

“Second-cousin-thrice-removed.”

“—died there. Because of you and your lot. Are you friends with the pilot?”

“I am. He’s a good man.”

“A good man who killed my cousin.”

“Was your cousin a good man?”

He hesitated, sensing her trap, but not having the acumen to dodge around it. He blundered into it, instead. “I never personally experienced any issues in his company.”

“A good man who killed my parents, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, every other relative I could possibly have, and several other billion people when he destroyed my planet?”

“That rumour is unsubstantiated.”

She stood and made to leave. “If you choose to make such a baseless, transparent argument, we have nothing to discuss here.” She shouldn’t have let herself hope. Not when it came to Imperials. Luke was naïve, but she should know better. “You clearly funded the Alliance for a reason. I am increasingly sure it was to satisfy your own conscience, until it suddenly became too dangerous for you to stand.”

He stared at her.

“Am I right?”

“Is this how you speak to all your benefactors, Princess Leia? If so, I—” He cringed at her glare but kept talking. “—I am unsurprised that you find yourselves so desperate for funds.”

She stopped, halfway to the door.

He was right. She couldn’t afford to alienate him. They had won a small victory, but the war loomed before them, and the future was dark. They needed to take the blood money of grubby-handed scions like him who still bore fragile loyalty to the families who had raised them so wrong.

But if she turned around now, he would know he had her. She refused to let him dominate the discussion.

“We cannot deal with people we cannot trust,” she said. “Your loyalties are obviously split, between your family and your conscience. It is a division that all of us who have been raised in the Empire have to grapple with.” She turned back to him. “The Alliance is made of people who were strong enough to commit, despite these two sides. I am sorry, but I cannot tolerate a man who cannot make that choice and uses flimsy excuses about the morality of killing a murderer to cover that up.”

She’d calculated correctly, she thought. He was on the back foot again. Too weak to make the decision, and he knew it, but too smart to delude himself that if he did nothing, he wouldn’t be complicit in Imperial atrocities.

“I am a sympathiser,” he insisted. “We all are—all the boys I have with me here today, as well, because I know I can trust them. I can trust their sympathies and their moral code.”

“Like the son of General Veers?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“He’s a good kid.”

“But can he—any of you—commit?” she pressed. “To either side. Can you make that choice?”

Her words did… something… to him. He straightened up, his posture as military-perfect as his second-cousin-thrice-removed’s had been. His face folded into something dark.

“Yes, Princess Leia,” he said. “I can. Boys!”

It happened before she could blink. The door burst open again, and the Imperial stormtrooper cadets filed out, their helmets down like they were about to use them as battering rams. One seized her from behind; before she could cry out to alert her own escort, he jabbed a hand over her mouth. She bit it, but the armour was hard.

“The new Governor of Eriadu will forgive all of our suspicious behaviour when we deliver you to him,” Tarkin informed her. “Do not condescend to me, Princess Leia. I know this choice of which you speak, and I know that I have made the right one.”

“You haven’t,” she got out. Even when she was restrained, he flinched at the harshness in her tone. “You’re far too weak to have.”

“Evidently not. Stun—”

She kicked the trooper holding her in the groin and twisted out of his grip. Before they could fire, she ducked out from between them, made to run—

But there was only the balcony behind her, with the storm blowing in.

“Freeze, Princess—”

She fumbled for the latch and stumbled back, until her back hit the railings, hoping for a fire escape, something to jump to, anything she could use. None revealed themselves.

She was too high up. She had cornered herself, and now there was nowhere to run.

The troopers raised her blasters at her. She willed herself to still. Rain lashed their pristine white armour, dripping in rivulets down their blank, plasteel faces, fierce winds knocking over the neat furniture. Tarkin was glaring at the storm for the indignity of it.

“Someone made your choice for you, didn’t they?” she accused him. “They spotted a number trail, found out about your moment of compassion, your desire to use your pocket money to fund people who’ll do more for the galaxy than you ever will. And they gave you an ultimatum, before you disgraced them, once that you did not have the strength to refuse. You made your decision before I ever landed on this planet.”

“My mother reminded me of what Rebel propaganda had made me forget,” he spat. “The Empire is noble.”

“I don’t think it’s Rebel propaganda that’s been the real danger, to you. We’re not the ones who pretend that my planet is still intact.”

“You are the one pretending you still have a modicum of authority. I don’t even have to call you Princess—you’re a princess of nothing.”

She refused to let herself flinch. Thunder rumbled hungrily in the distance. “And yet you do,” she said. “Everyone in the Empire still does. The moment you’re faced with authority, you follow it with blind obedience.” She looked over the stormtroopers. All kids, who were apparently on an ISB watchlist for suspected sympathies, chosen by Tarkin for this task because their presence would make him feel better about his own inadequacies. They had obeyed him. He was their vice-principal. “That’s what you have all be taught.”

The troopers were utterly faceless. The regulations on height meant they were even the same stature, none shorter or taller than the others. She knew one of them was Veers, but she could never have guessed which.

That made her, suddenly, angry. She had always been angry—her anger at the Empire was something she had stoked since she was a teenager, slow-burning, only to flare with violence and hatred after Alderaan had died. But this was specific. This was an intense blend of both disdain and pity for these people, good people, who nonetheless did no thinking for themselves, because it was easier to follow orders.

The storm shone around her, dark and cold and bright and strong. Something deep inside her rumbled in unison with the thunder.

“Stun her!” Tarkin ordered.

“No,” she replied. “I order you to put your weapons down.”

Lightning flashed. It illuminated the smooth, instant motions as they did.

Tarkin gaped at them, and then he was a trembling excuse for a man when she faced him again, hands clenched at her side, her clothes clinging clammily to her like a second skin she needed to shed.

“You will continue to fund us,” she ordered. “You will use every last bright spark in that cowardly and clever brain of yours to make sure you do not get caught this time. But you will double your donations. I will leave this planet unharmed, and the Alliance will be the stronger for it.”

He bowed his head mindlessly. “Yes, Your Highness.”

She stepped back inside. For a moment, she thought to close the doors, but her stomach tugged, and a stray wind slammed them shut behind her.

“We’re done here.” She said to the stormtroopers, “Follow me.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” they chorused as one.

She opened the door and stepped out. Grey scrambled to attention. “Your Highness—”

He paused, taking in her soaked clothes, the troopers flanking her.

“They will be escorting us back to the spaceport to ensure we are left unharmed,” she said.

They did, indeed, escort Leia and the others back to the spaceport. They accompanied them on the Falcon all the way back to the Rebel base, where they shed their stormtrooper armour but not their stormtrooper tendencies and became the most reliable soldiers the Alliance had.

They never disobeyed an order.

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