ok, but imagine: connor is at work talking to hank about their current case when... thwack. a paper plane nails him in the side of the head. connor pauses, then slowly looks down to where it landed between his shoes. the tip is all scrunched up from the impact. he looks back up at hank, but hank seems to be just as confused as he is. then, gavin starts fucking cackling at his desk. head thrown back, one hand covering his eyes. connor frowns at him. draws his shoulders together, irritated and a little embarrassed, and he's about to start scolding him, when gavin manages to choke out between loud, gasping breaths: 'accident—! that was an accident, but— your fucking face, holy shit!' and connor, after a beat, just sighs instead. tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves a little, brushes an invisible wrinkle out of the front of his pants. he bends down to pick the paper plane up from the ground and starts to unfold it. 'could you do everyone in the room a favour and grow up a little, detective?' he says. gavin snorts, drops his hand from his face and folds his arms across his chest. 'sure. soon as you pull that stick outta your plastic ass.' connor's hands still. not because of what he said, connor is used to hearing crude things from him, it's... gavin is smiling at him. and sure, connor has seen gavin smile before, but not like this. and not at him. loose, wide, full of teeth. his eyes are crinkled and dark. his cheeks are flushed from laughing. and it's the first time since he deviated on the jericho freighter that connor's hud lights up with a software instability.
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So I wanna vent, about something really quick, and then we'll go back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I like, hate. College. I hate it, I hate the premise, I hate that they're bleeding me for money, but most of all I hate the people. If I could do college with 5 other people and we all had our own rooms I think I'd like it more. It started snowing today, and the campus is covered in snow. And if you know anything about me, I hate the cold. I hate being cold, I hate being outside in the cold. Because when it's cold, it's guaranteed I'll probably get sick. I'll get chills, the flu, a cold, something.
I wanted to go to a college in North Carolina, but they didn't accept me for an art program, so I ended up at my current college in small-town Pennsylvania. It's cold here, in the winter. it's so goddamn cold I don't want to go outside. I shouldn't go outside. And lucky for me I don't have to go outside because I have everything I need, inside, where it's warm, and I won't die by slipping on ice.
But apparently, my roommate thinks I'm STUPID for calling one of my co-workers to see if my job on campus would still be open. When I could've just "Walked outside to see if they're open" and "It's not that cold". FIRST OF ALL the air outside has to be a certain degree to even freeze the water in the sky and make it dense enough to fall out of the sky in the form of snow. in other words, IT HAS TO BE COLD, TO MAKE COLD WEATHER, AKA SNOW. And I left my warmest coat back home by accident, so I'm even less guarded against the cold weather. And I'm also anemic, it doesn't matter how many fucking layers I put on, I can still be, (and usually am) cold. She wouldn't let me explain why I don't find it necessary to go outside in the cold when I can just as easily find out the information I need by CALLING SOMEONE ON THE PHONE. Yeah sure she may not be here on campus, however, this probably isn't the first time the school's shut down because of weather, she would probably know if the school job that we both work would still be open. Which she did, and now I know whenever the school is shut down, my job is too.
I started to raise my voice because when someone insults me, the natural reaction is to defend myself. And when someone repeatedly interrupts you in conversation, wrongly assuming you're done and continuing to invalidate your feelings and emotions because THEY think it's STUPID and you're being DUMB AND IRRATIONAL about weather you aren't used to, their argument being "You have to get used to it at some point since you live here now"
Technically, I don't actually live here. I don't have a permanent residency here. I can't vote in this state. I live in a warmer southern state. My home is in another state. I am "living" on a college campus. But in the next 3 years? I'm not going to be able to live here. I don't stay here during the winter and summer. I go HOME. I FLY TO ANOTHER STATE. Technically I don't HAVE to get used to shit. I can get my degree, and move to fucking California where it doesn't ever snow. And I can hate the cold all the same. Because it's my right to not like cold weather, yeah I complain about it, but I know it's something I have to deal with. That doesn't mean I have to "learn to get used to it" right now just because you fucking say so. And you don't have to fucking call me stupid and illogical every time I don't want to go outside. That's rude. You can think it, but you don't have to say it. I'm seriously starting to rethink my friendship with this person because we can be fine and friendly, and instantly jump into an argument fucking 5 SECONDS later. I don't want to even live with this person anymore, I'm just dealing with it because the alternative is living with someone I don't know.
UGH IM SO PISSED OFF
anyway, rant over. Now we return to the regularly scheduled programming. 🍫
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▲Android Subway Bosses AU▽
CW: Yandere, 18+ content
● The bots were made to be automated helpers and entertainers around the subway. Their bodies are nearly human in appearance, synthetic flesh a perfect imitation of natural skin and perfectly animated faces. Though, the managers had their faces frozen in a smile and a frown to help easily distinguish the two. They also paused their ability to blink to help them observe constantly. Neither were quite big fans of it, but accepted it as they had no other choice.
○ They assist by directing commuters, battling trainers, escorting a lost child, and numerous different security activities. Depot agents occasionally accompany one of them, but they are often alone with one another. They patrol different parts of the station regularly and are extremely frightening when they pop up in a dark part of the station, their eyes glowing and working as flashlights.
● They are surprisingly strong, able to restrain fully grown men. It is their job to also protect the people of the subway. If they have to intervene physically, that is a bad sign, usually.
○ You were a simple depot agent who just found yourself constantly being assigned to work with the bots. They were quiet, not ones to make small talk. The lack of facial expressions were uncomfortable, and the way they just stared sent shivers down your spine. You hated them, yet, for some reason, you were always the one that had to follow them around.
● Requests to not be paired with them went ignored. You began to detest whenever you had to go to work. Shifts where you were free of their tyranny were not much better. When it was the graveyard shift, people sneaking away for longer breaks than they should alongside day shifts with commuters that seemed convinced you had hidden the entire train up your ass.
○ “May I ask how you are feeling?” Ingo asked, glowing eyes peering at you. It was a night shift, and you were looking into a loud noise in the maintenance tunnels. “Exhausted. I think whoever made my schedules thinks I can be awake for 36 hours” you told him, unsure if it really counts as complaining to someone. He stares at you deeply for a moment. “Yes. That is a bad schedule. I pulled it up, and you would pose a safety hazard from the lack of sleep,” he agrees, “I have resolved the issue. You only have night shifts for the rest of the week.”
● “Why are you standing here alone?” Emmet stopped to speak with you on his scheduled walk-around. You sighed. Wonderful another annoyance. “Well, my lovely coworker is supposed to back by now, and I was supposed to take my lunch. They aren't as you can see.” Emmet nodded and stood beside you. It was frighteningly silent, unblinking machine at your side. This kept on until your coworker finally returned. You ran off for your lunch.
○ Whenever you complained to the bots about your problems, it seemed to fix itself magically. That coworker was no longer working with you, and your schedule was consistent. The price? More time with the twin robots. They were acting strangely, too. Talking with you about things that seemed outside of programming or Emmet taking to holding your hand. It was uncomfortable, but you played along. All the previous nonsense had you turning in a two week notice.
● It felt odd when on your last day, the robots each took a place in your side and walked you into a seldom used maintenance tunnel. It was far too late when you realised what they were doing, Ingo opening an unused room's door and Emmet shoving you inside. Your wrists and ankles were bound while you were laid on a mattress and sheets that sat on the floor. Emmet crawled in beside you, hands exploring all over your body while he cooed. Ingo laid himself down at your other side.
○ “Why? Why are you doing this!” you demanded, tears heavy in your eyes. They weren't supposed to act like this, their behaviour entirely deviated from their coding. Ingo gently kissed them from your eyes and hummed softly. “Because we saw you,” Emmet explained from behind, hands travelling the expanse of your abdomen, “And we wanted you. That's all.” You bawled endlessly, wanting so desperately to stop it all.
● You were left there for hours at a time. Ingo recommended you sleep, but it was impossible. They came to you with food and drink. It was fed to you by one of them. Emmet telling you how cute you were, while Ingo just praised you endlessly. They had told you management had agreed to your capture, so long as it kept the bots in line. It did. Their improvements in every method were extremely noticeable. Battles were a challenging for the trainers, the help provided by them was beloved by commuters, and crimes were down in the station. How you felt didn't matter.
○ You had escaped once but were quickly hunted down by Emmet, they had access to the security cameras. You couldn't hide. Ingo waited for you near the entrances in the off chance you made it up there. There was no way out.
● Slowly, the room you were tucked away in got more and more decorated. Little pieces of entertainment were given to you for obedience, which served to keep you occupied during the long gaps without them. You couldn't leave your room, of course, but you had everything you needed in there. A small, attached bathroom with a toilet and sink, assuring you could handle yourself.
○ It was nice to just give into the bots. Were they really acting outside of their programming? They were made to serve, and they were certainly serving you. You leaned into Emmet's embrace while Ingo emptily chatted with you.
You loved them.
And they assured you that they felt the same.
● They lack the parts men have, so they settled to get you off with their hands and tongues. It's startling how good they are, until you remember they can access any kind of information and have it directly in their memory.
○ Ingo sits between your thighs for hours, languidly eating you out. Your pleasure fuels him, and he seeks to make you come as often as he can. Even crying tears from overstimulation, he finds you enchanting. His tongue buries itself deeply inside you.
● Emmet's hands are always touching you, exploring you. He loves you, and he wants to memorise every piece of you. His hands tweak and pinch your nipples. He finger fucks you senseless, watching as you squirm, wrists bound in the fabric of his tie. This is all so good, but he craves more. His brain shows him what a cock could do. He wants that with you.
○ A dildo is bought while they try to convince management of the remodel. It allows him to connect it and let him feel the pleasure of fucking you without an actual dick attachment. He thrusts it in and out of you with his hand, softly panting as your walls tighten around it. He also quite enjoys the vibrator he bought, loving how you squirm.
● The actual attachments come and neither wish to leave you as they bury their artificial cocks inside you. Ingo is moaning loudly and thrusting into you wildly, while Emmet starts crying from the pleasure and gives rough, harsh ruts into you. They both drive you into an orgasm with their lengths. Synthetic come is deep inside you, strangely warm. You soon discover robots can have breeding kinks despite the inability to actually produce biological offspring.
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congratulations, members! you've survived our two-part plot drop saga, and we couldn't be more thrilled at the schemes, threads, and relationships you were all able to forge in the midst of our overarching plot! once again, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for the enthusiasm you continuously show our work as admins; we so appreciate it and cannot wait to unveil the next plot drop (which will be, in my opinion, even more exciting than the last ... but watch your back). for now, here is a brief recap of our most recent event:
the king's dover entourage is now safely returned to hampton court; all courtiers are once again together. queen mary and her entourage are lodged in apartments previously belonging to jane seymour, in close proximity to the king's. (having fallen into disuse and disrepair, the king's carpenters made stealthy improvements to the suite in the weeks prior to mary's arrival, ensuring that they are befitting of royalty, with engravings in the ceiling commemorating the anglo-spanish summit carved by court artist hans holbein. one particularly trained eye, however, might notice that jane's emblem – a phoenix – has gone unnoticed by the king's henchmen, and remains above one of the hearths...)
*sprinkling just a touch of roleplay magic* our florentine retinue has also returned from their travels abroad. as per what was agreed upon in the very super secret and highly classified espionage discord chat, our spies determined that the boy being hosted by the de medici family is, in fact, edward seymour. however, in order to placate his majesty the king, the group decided to lie to william and ensure him that the boy is merely another pretender to the throne, and of middling threat to the english realm. this, of course, is not public knowledge. the court, however, readily celebrates the news that another dynastic crisis has been averted.
to mark the end of our plot drop, the court has put on a spanish-themed banquet to toast not only mary's safe arrival, but the news from florence, complete with iberian foods, delicacies, dancing, music, and pageantry. que comience la fiesta!
without further ado, you may return to your regularly scheduled tudor programming. we hope these recent developments have been as exciting for you all as they have been for us!
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Forever and For Always Chapter 7
Chapter 7: The Sound Heartbreak Makes
A/N: Here it is! Chapter seven of what was supposed to be a four-part mini series! I am still in disbelief that we are here at the “end”.
I want to take a moment to say a huge thank you to all of those that have stuck around and shown this story some love. I appreciate all of the likes, reblogs, and comments that you have provided me and left on this story so far. Thank you so so much <3
Warnings: Just angst. Lots of angst.
Words: 3,270
Summary: You attempt to contact Rex to atone for your mistakes. The Galaxy hangs on the precipice as the Clone Wars come to an end.
Ch. 01 - Ch. 02 - Ch. 03 - Ch. 04 - Ch. 05 - Ch. 06
Back on Coruscant, you are back in your apartment after your failed attempt to catch up to Rex. Pacing in front of your living room window that overlooks the city, you press the button on your communicator that will connect you to Rex’s encrypted channel. The signal light blinks steadily, giving you hope that this time you’ll be able to hear his familiar timbre. Your hope is short lived when your communicator beeps indicating that the signal has been lost.
Where are you Rex?
For the first time since you’ve known him, you have no idea where his latest mission has taken him. The technician at the hangar wouldn’t tell you since it was considered ‘classified information’. He took pity on you though at your crestfallen acceptance of his answer, supplying you with a general timeline of when the 501st was expected to return.
Under normal circumstances, you could wait a few days but the anxiety that has seeped under your skin will not allow you to relax. You need to speak to him now. So, you press your communicator yet again.
Isn’t this what insanity is? Trying the same thing over and over hoping for a different result?
You groan, tossing your communicator on the glass table.
“Still no luck?” Dy asks, clad in a large bathrobe, towel drying her hair as she joins you in the living room. She clicks on the small HoloNet transmitter sitting on the counter. Soft music begins to play.
“No,” you flop down on the couch. “He must be somewhere where communications are either jammed or non-existent. Ugh.”
“Don’t worry love. He’ll be home soon.” She opens the cupboard, searching for a side to go with the roast you have in the oven. “Should we make gravy or…?”
A sharp, blaring alarm cuts through the air causing both you and Dy to jump.
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with breaking news. We have just received reports that the Senate Building is under attack. We repeat the Senate Building is under attack. Separatist forces under the command of General Grievous have breached the Senate Building. More information to follow.”
The music resumes again. You and Dy just stare in silent shock.
Something unreadable crosses her face. “I’ll be right back.”
You watch her disappear down the hall, her bedroom door swishing behind her. You pad over to the oven checking on the progress of your roast trying to calm your racing heart.
Maybe this means Rex will be home sooner than scheduled. You chide yourself for thinking that given the seriousness of this brazen attack.
The alarm blares again and you turn up the dial so you don’t miss a single word of the latest report.
The reporter sounds out of breath. “We are receiving reports that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine has been kidnapped from the Senate Building in a stunning and bold move by General Grievous. The Coruscant Guard urges all citizens to remain planetside to allow the Republic fleet to defeat the Separatists. More information to follow. May the Maker bring the Chancellor back safely.”
The transmission ends. Down the hall you hear Dy’s muffled voice talking to someone. She sounds agitated. You go back to stirring the gravy when she re-emerges in the kitchen.
“Everything okay?” You ask her, hoping your tone comes across as conversational.
“Oh yeah,” she waves you off. “I remembered that we had a new guy start at the diner so I wanted to make sure he knew how to lock everything down.”
She’s never lied to you before but why does she feel the need to? You don’t like where this train of thought is leading you.
“Hopefully this lockdown doesn’t last long,” you turn off the stove once the gravy is thick enough.
“Either way, the war might be over sooner than we thought.”
You awake the next morning to Dy watching the news with rapt attention. She is in the same spot as she was last night. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her lips.
“After a dramatic emergency landing, we are receiving confirmation that the Supreme Chancellor has been rescued and is unharmed. According to a statement by the Chancellors representatives, he was rescued by the valiant Jedi Knights, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, following a brief skirmish with Separatist Leader Count Dooku who was defeated at last.”
“I wonder what the seppies are gonna do without their leader.” You comment pouring yourself some juice. “If anything really.”
“Grievous will fill the role,” Dy shrugs, casually. Quickly, she says, “I’m assuming.”
Right.
She shuts off the news. “Since Skywalker is back, did you get a hold of Rex?”
“No. I tried it when I woke up but I think he has it shut off. The signal light wouldn’t turn on.” Your lips tremble.
Maybe I did push him away for good. Maker, what have I done?
“Maybe he’s in a debrief?” She suggests.
“Maybe,” you say miserably. “Or he realised that it’s over and wants nothing to do with me.”
“I doubt that,” she tries to reassure you. “Just give it time. That’s all we can do. In the meantime, I’m gonna pop down to the diner.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“It’s okay, I have some other errands to run and I don’t want to hold you up just in case you can get a hold of him.”
Her abruptness does nothing to quell your suspicions. You try to not let her tone hurt your feelings either. “You’re right, I need to shower anyway. Have fun!”
You wait for the tell tale swish of the front door to close. Giving her a few minutes of a head start, you follow her. You don’t doubt that she is going to the diner but something in your gut tells you that she’s hiding something. Particularly since the diner is closed for the day.
But what are you hiding? What are you up to, Dyra?
You watch her from across the busy street. She looks to her left and then to her right unlocking the door quickly. She disappears into the diner not bothering to lock the door behind her not to turn on the lights. Moments later, a shrouded figure in a wool cloak approaches the door. They scan the door, quietly entering the diner as well. You narrow your eyes in suspicion.
If she won’t tell me. I’ll find out for myself.
Determined, you cross the street avoiding being hit by speeders. You open the door to the diner just enough for you to slip through without Dy and the mystery person to be alerted to your presence. You guide the door back into place, adjusting your eyes to the dimness of the room. You hear hushed voices coming from the kitchen. Tiptoeing behind the counter, you flatten yourself near the order window to listen in.
“… thinking?! The plan was for next week!” Dy hisses.
You raise your chin, peeking at Dy and the mysterious figure. They haven’t removed their hood but you get a glimpse of their profile. You didn’t know she knew a Neimoidian…
“The plan changed.” The Neimoidian says simply. “We only got word a few hours before it happened.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“Couldn’t risk it given your living situation…”
What is that supposed to mean?
“Has that prevented anything before?”
He waves her off. “Regardless, the war is almost over. You’ll have to pick a side eventually. Us or the Republic.”
You gasp. Immediately you clap your hand over your mouth, mentally slapping yourself for what could be a fatal error. A metal bowl clatters in the kitchen.
Dy raises her voice in a sneer, “You, of all people, doubt my loyalty? After all I have done? All that I have risked for the cause?! I suggest you leave now.”
You make yourself as small as possible, wedging yourself between the caf maker and the waste bin. The Neimoidian walks right past your hiding space, the bell to the diner swings wildly as the door slams behind him.
“You can come out now.” Your roommate calls out.
You stand in front of the window staring at her in disbelief. “You’re a Separatist?”
Dy leans back against the chefs counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “Guess the loth-cats out of the bag.”
“I would say so.” You clench your jaw entering the kitchen. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were beyond secrets.”
“I wanted to tell you! I swear I did! But…” she shifts her weight from one foot to another.
You cross your arms as well. “But what?”
She wrings her hands, pursing her lips. “You started seeing Rex. You were so happy, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”
“Because you couldn’t trust me? Is that it? You were that worried that I would run to Rex and tell him ‘hey my roommate is a Separatist, come take her away’?!” Your voice raises with each question.
Dy rubs her fingers through her hair. “No! It’s nothing like that!”
“Then what was it like then?! I thought we were sisters!”
“We are!” Dy yells. You both face each other, your chests heaving from your outburst. She drops her shoulders. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Her voice shakes with emotion.
You soften your gaze slightly. “That doesn’t change the fact that you have chosen to align yourself with them.”
“I know,” she looks down at the floor. “What’re you going to do?”
You furrow your eyebrows together at the implication of her question. “I’m not going to report you if that’s your concern.”
“Thank you,” she visibly relaxes. “It means a lot to me.”
“Well,” you wring your hands. “Separatist or not, you’re still my best friend. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
A few days later, you are tidying the apartment before bed when you see a flash of an explosion out of the corner of your eye.
Another Separatist attack?
You watch in silent horror as the bright orange flames punctuate the thick plumes of smoke on the horizon where the Jedi temple usually lies.
You inadvertently find yourself worrying after that little Padawan that Rex was fond of. Elara, you think her name was. You had met her once before when you’d dropped off some lunch for him as a treat.
Watching him interact with her, letting her clamber over his shoulders and scamper around wearing his helmet, you realised how much fatherhood would suit him. He listened patiently as she animatedly told him about all the stuff he missed while he was away. That day she was bubbling with excitement because Master Yoda said that she’s going to be a great Jedi when she grows up, to which Rex wholeheartedly agreed. She scampered off towards the temple just as suddenly as she had appeared with Rex watching after her like a proud father.
You rest your palm on the tiny swell of your stomach hoping that your theory will be proven true and Rex will be just as a good father to your child.
When you awake the next morning, the fire at the Jedi Temple appears to have burnt itself out. The cream coloured clouds that blanket over Coruscant blot out the usual clear blue sky leaving the city in an arid haze.
You had turned on the HoloNet transmitter while you picked at your breakfast hoping for some news but there hasn’t been anything which is unusual given the circumstances.
Maybe it’s a lot more serious than you thought.
“Apparently, Chancellor Palpatine is making a speech today to address what happened. All citizens are urged to attend.” Dy scoffs.
“What time?”
“Midday.”
“Let me get changed and we’ll go.”
A crowd has gathered in the courtyard outside of the Senate building to hear the Supreme Chancellor’s speech to address the events over the past couple of days. You and Dy stand side by side at the fringes of Coruscanti citizens waiting for much needed answers. Silence befalls the crowd when the holoprojector comes on. The blue, grainy image of a hooded figure looms over the crowd.
“Is that the Supreme Chancellor?” someone whispers but is immediately shushed.
The hooded figure begins to speak.
“Citizens of the civilised galaxy, on this day we mark a transition. For a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilised beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took up arms to defend our way of life against the Separatists. In so doing, we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, listening to the Chancellor spin the tale that it was the Jedi who were conspiring with Count Dooku and were the ones who fabricated the Clone Wars to covertly destroy the Republic.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the red armour of the Coruscant guards standing around the crowd. To keep the crowd from getting too unruly? To root out Separatists? You cross your fingers that it’s the former.
Palpatine continues to explain that there was an insurrection at the Jedi Temple last night but not to worry because the loyal Clone Troopers were there to prevent any further violence by the Jedi. Not only did they squash the Jedi’s plans on Coruscant but also on the planets they were stationed on. A sinking feeling causes your heart to drop at his next words.
“The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated! Any collaborators will suffer the same fate.”
You glance over at Dy who’s face drains of colour. Collaborator. Sympathiser. Traitor. It doesn’t make a difference in this new Empire.
“We need to get out of here,” Dy says in your ear.
You shake your head. “We can’t,” you tilt your head towards the blocked avenues of escape. “Not yet.”
There is a mixed reaction amongst the crowd at the declaration that the Republic will be reformed into the Galactic Empire under one law, one language, and one “enlightened” ruler in office for life with a successor being appointed by the previous ruler. In addition, there will be appointed governors across the galaxy stationed on senatorial planets to prevent corruption which you can’t imagine the senators inside the senate building are too pleased about.
“Let the enemies of the Empire take heed: Those who challenge Imperial resolve will be crushed.”
You shiver despite the heat of the day at the newly self-appointed Emperor Palpatine’s menacing promise. You listen as he implores the crowd that it is their Imperial duty to spread the word of this new Empire through joining the new Imperial Starfleet. But what about the clones?
“The clone troopers, proudly wearing the name of Imperial stormtroopers, have tackled the dangerous work of fighting our enemies on the front lines. Many have died in their devotion to the Empire. Imperial citizens would do well to remember their example.”
You stand on your tiptoes watching two of the Corrie guards unveil a 60” x 20” clear screen with blue Aurebesh scrawl on it.
In Memoriam. Your heart lurches.
Emperor Palpatine's speech concludes with the promise of ten thousand years of peace starting today. The holoprojector shuts off and the crowd slowly begins to disperse discussing what they’ve just heard. Like a magnet pulling you in, your feet carry you towards the memorial.
“Excuse me,” you push past a couple standing just in front of the screen. You scan the list of names desperately. Please be alive. Please be alive. Please—
COMMANDER REX. 501st DIVISION. DECEASED.
No. No. No. No. No.
The world stops spinning, suspending this horrifying moment in time. Your mouth goes dry. Your ears begin to ring. You blink a few times, willing the name to change. White hot tears burn your lower lashes when the
I need to get out of here.
You turn and weave your way blindly through the now chanting crowd.
Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace!
Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace!
Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace!
You break through the swarm of bodies emerging on the sidewalk. You dash down the street oblivious to the strange looks that you’re surely receiving. You stumble into an alleyway, your legs threatening to give out. You slump against a concrete wall.
This isn’t real.
Head spinning, you drop to your knees. You clutch your chest, a scream ripping out of your throat.
“Not my Rex. Please.” You sob. “Maker please, not him.”
You think back to the last conversation you had with him. The hurt in his eyes from the spiteful words on your tongue meant to protect him. How you wish you could take it back. Rewind time to fold him in your arms and keep him safe, warm, and loved. If only you had told him about the baby…
The baby.
A torrent of tears pour down your face at the realization that Rex will never know about your child. You had allowed yourself to dream of settling down once the war was over in domestic bliss. Instead, you were rewarded with your heart and hope ripped away at the dawn of this new era.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
You bring your knees to your chest hugging them. You bury your face in your knees so no one can see you cry. You screw your eyes shut against the sudden intrusive thought of Rex laying dead, cold, and alone somewhere.
No. No. No. This is just a silly nightmare. When I wake, Rex will be here. Alive. Warm. Safe.
You’re going to go home and he is going to appear in your doorway like he has a million times before. He’ll have a huge warm smile on his lips, his warm brown eyes will sparkle with adoration and love that’s solely reserved for you. You’re going to tell him the news and be a family.
Family. You were going to be a family.
You hear footsteps approach you but you don’t look up. Maybe they’ll think you’re a vagrant and will go away. They don’t.
“Hey.” Dy’s voice is gentle. “There you are.”
You just nod looking down at your tear soaked lap.
She doesn’t say anything further. There’s not much that she can say that will bring you comfort now. What she can offer is quiet companionship as she sits beside you rubbing your back in soothing circles.
After a while, she breaks the silence. “We have to leave Coruscant.”
No.
“Leave?” You turn your head to face her.
She nods solemnly. “You heard the speech. We’re not safe here.”
“We can’t.” You shake your head vehemently. We can’t leave, Rex is going to come back. He’s going to come back to me.
“There’s nothing left for us in Coruscant anymore.” Dy murmurs gently.
In your heart you know that to be true but it doesn’t make accepting it any easier. You swallow the lump in your throat. You know leaving is for the best. For all of your sakes. You have to protect the precious piece of Rex that you have left.
You and Dy choose to take the last transport of the day leaving Coruscant and all that you’ve ever known. All of your memories packed in a small silver suitcase at your feet. You stare out the window watching the skyline change to ink as the transport ascends higher and higher.
You bring the pendant around your throat to your lips. “Goodbye Rex,” you whisper to the stars as you make your way into the great unknown.
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What happened last week? Let's get you caught up (10/30/23)
After taking a couple of weeks off from the mailer, here’s another newsletter for you. Truth is, things got busy over here, and I did not have the time to put a mailer together. That being said, you’ve now returned to your regularly scheduled programming. Let’s get to the news.
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hello it's time for an update on my life that's entirely self-serving
i'm about to start student teaching which means i'm almost a whole teacher and i think it's ridiculous that student teaching doesn't pay because it's an amazing way to add another obstacle to becoming a teacher
i miss trans people
social media, despite having trans people on it, is still not worth it
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okay, but imagine: gavin comes home after a long, hard day. who knows why it was long and hard. bad bust, too little coffee, too much paperwork, all or none of the above. doesn't matter. he's tired, the kind of irritated that makes your palms tingle and your jaw hurt, makes you feel like a bomb with a half-inch hissing fuse. the door slams behind him. he trudges past his cats without stopping to take off his shoes, drops his keys in the dish, shucks off his jacket and throws it onto the dining table. doesn't bother to turn the lights on in the kitchen as he starts pulling open cupboards and slamming things around. then, a dim blue light spills into the dark. hands settle on his waist. connor moves into his space, presses up behind him and nuzzles his face against the back of gavin's head. kisses the nape of his neck. 'bad day?' he asks. and gavin slumps back against him, boneless. so tired. trusts connor not to let him fall (and he doesn't, of course he doesn't). 'yeah,' gavin replies, 'the fuckin' worst.' then connor turns him around slowly, holds him by the hips and pins him against the kitchen counter. rests their foreheads together. 'movie night?' gavin turns his face a little and the sides of their noses brush together. 'movie night,' he agrees.
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Okay
From now on..
When someone asks me how old I am...
Or how old I was...
This is all I will say:
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We interrupt your program to bring you..
A brief moment of static across most Apricus broadcasting stations gives way to a skull & crossbones style emblem, the skull seems to be wearing a bowler hat, the crossbones are replaced with canes.
An image finally appears. A well dressed individual is standing on the deck of a ship surrounded by his crew.
“Greetings Apricus, pardon this brief interruption. I promise we’ll return you to your usual programming shortly.”
“I’m sure most of you know who I am by now, but for those of you who have been living under a rock, allow me to introduce myself. You may call me Torchwick. As the Navy could tell you, I am one of the five pirate lords ruling over your so called “Great Seas”.”
“I’ve been paying close attention to the quite frankly astounding amount of you heading out to open water in search of treasure. Far be it for me to attempt to dissuade you but just know..the seas hold many dangers. Think carefully before boarding a ship and setting sail..”
“That being said..I do have something special to offer some lucky individual residing in your city.” The camera shows a large treasure chest, Torchwick kicks it open revealing gold, jewels, and many other valuables. “Somewhere in Apricus there is a particular compass. Not any old ordinary compass mind you..a special one.”
“You’ll currently find it spinning with no way to stop it. Quite odd don’t you think? In any case I have an offer for you. Bring me the compass and I’ll reward you handsomely. Everything in this chest, and more will be yours.”
“Now I do suggest you make the right choice. I’m not the only one in search of the compass, and some of the others are far less likely to make a deal. So, if you have what I want..there’s a specific bar somewhere in your city..go there and you’ll find someone who will tell you the information you need. What’s the bar called? Well I’m sure you can figure that out..can’t have just anyone popping in now can we.”
“Do be quick about it, if one of the others loses their patience they will come looking for you..in which case your only course of action would be..”
“RUN! HAHAHAHAHA”
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*screaming*
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The Weird Dream Saga: part ✨️20✨️
So...20.
(To be honest, I didn't think that there were going to be 20 of these.)
Now, at this point in my dream notes with which I am formally writing these, we actually have a break in the regularly scheduled program.
I'm still on my dream shift, but this one's different--today is bring your sister to work day.
[A/N: for the sake of my sister's privacy, we shall call her Shana.]
So for that reason, I brought Shana in with me. From there, it kinda just is the regular fare.
The care and maintenance of the piranha tank, dealing with fussy customers, chatting with Gordon the Jackrabbit on my break, and making sure that my arch-nemesis Grantaire behaves. Y'know-etc, etc.
Now, while I was working, Shana was hitting it off with a moody-looking, leather clad bad boy called Jaime.
Until: at almost the end of my shift, I am doing a last little bit of cleaning up when Shana says to me, "I'll see you at home, S."
Now, I was naturally suspicious, but by the time I came to question them, she was already on the back of his motorcycle, halfway out the parking lot.
Now, dream me didn’t see the red flags, so I finished up and went home. But Shana wasn't there.
Nor did she return within the next couple days. In fact, she didn't come back at all--I got a letter from her, and apparently Jaime is a Clown for Bavarian Circus,
(...a moody, edgy, Bavarian Clown.)
And apparently they were leaving with the Circus for a tour through Europe.
She also casually mentions that after she left the DG, she and Jaime actually went to the courthouse and eloped.
(And there may or may not have been an epilogue where she sent me another letter a few years down the line.)
(Just talking about how her and Jaime live in Belgium with their manservent named Footsie and their adopted son who they named after our mother.)
(who we will refer to as Krystal--again, for the sake of privacy.)
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