casually beat my previous pb for this target by 37 points, simply by not being shit. and i even missed once (by being shit). so. let that be a lesson 🤡🏹
GREAT NEWS. i didn’t abruptly get shit at archery, my clownish ways simply caught up with me 😔 i took off my clown nose (remembered to HAVE AN ANCHOR POINT. LITERALLY ANY AT ALL) and now i am gooder again 😌
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chapter twelve: Target Practice (Now) | in which alpha medic crackle is catching up with the plot, definitely not having any trauma, and being bullied by fordo
crackle is my creaky-kneed burly baby and i love him. there is an au where he goes to geonosis, sees a jedi cadet on the battlefield, and immediately deserts—carrying that padawan under his arm like an american football, and being pursued by their master.
he turns up two years later with a smoothie and the chancellor’s lightsaber
eleven ways to lose a war | two chapter friday! more questions about tea (then) and EYES ONLY (3) - we finally meet some jedi, and rex continues to have simply the most amazingest time ✨
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4/5. Acceptance.
3/5. Reassurance.
2/5. Comfort.
1/5. Forgiveness.
Okay so this one is definitely canon divergent :'D Remember, I sketched all of these before s2 finale. Oh how naive we were back then.. Crosshair's recovery is the focus of this particular series, but we'll see what s3 brings and what future inspiration for Tech related hugs lies ahead.. I’m still firmly in the Tech Lives camp, canon or not.
Technically this one isn't a hug but having Tech ground Crosshair with his calm presence, just sharing the same space without any pressure felt like the most natural show of affection between those two to me.
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one of the neat things about writing is like, sometimes you write a fucked up little guy, and share him! and readers go, "wow, this little guy sure is fucked up :):) [in a completely different way than you thought you were writing]"
and upon examination they are objectively Correct
and then you have to stare at the wall for a little bit
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Leia stops at the middle of the room.
Fox stops as well, and they look at each other for a brief moment, before Leia unclips her lightsaber from her belt.
"Here", she says, and extends the saber to Fox. "Do you want me to go over basics, even though it looked liked you already knew what you were doing."
Fox raises an eyebrow at her.
"I think it's pretty instinctual for anyone who has any level of combat training, to know how to hold on to a weapon and wave it around", he says. "Though perhaps, that counts as me having the basics down."
"Definitely does", Leia says, and then thrusts the lightsaber closer to him. "Take it. I'm not going to lie, I'm not an expert either, since my source for most things regarding the Jedi has been either my brother and the stories my parents told me, but it's better than nothing."
"Considering your situation, I agree", Fox says. He finally reaches out, and takes the lightsaber carefully in his hand. He knows how to hold it the right way, just as Leia had seen before, and she suspects it's because he has seen more than one Jedi use them, despite the Guard not having a Jedi General assigned to them.
They do have her now, Leia's mind posits to her before she can think better of it. She is not a Jedi, nor is she aggined to the Guard officially, but she is a General, she has the Force, and the Guard is hers, now.
Close enough.
Leia nods at him.
"Ignite it", she says. Fox takes a slightly sturdier stance, before doing so.
The blade hums as it ignites, the sound feeling like a summer rain that precedes a thunderstorm. A weapon of protection, but a weapon still.
Leia listens to it for a moment, and smiles.
"It likes you", she tells him.
Fox looks at her, and then at the saber.
"Does it?" He asks. "Can you tell?"
"Yes. It feels at home in your hands, just as it does in mine", Leia explains. "The lightsaber itself is not sentient, as we think of what a sentient is, but as a sort of a conductor of the Force, the crystal in it forms a sort of bond to the wielder."
Fox tilts his head as he gives the saber a closer look.
"It's enough that it likes me?" He asks. "So that it doesn't care that it's me who is wielding it, and not you?"
Leia hesitates, before she answers.
"Mother and father would sometimes say that I remind them of you", she says. "Perhaps they were more correct than I thought."
Fox looks at her, then. There's a searching look in his eyes, though it's not unkind. Leia thinks he knows already, in a sense. Perhaps he has by now started to realise that there is something more in what he feels every time he thinks about her papa or mama.
Leia thinks she might have to tell him, if he asks. Answer yes if he asks if in the another life, that has already gone by for her but not yet arrived for them, he loved them.
Then, his eyes soften, and he hums.
"Clearly, they knew whose daughter you were", he says, a confirmation to everything. He smiles. It's just a quick flash, but a true one nevertheless.
Leia smiles back. She then straightens her back, and Fox does the same. It's time for business, now.
This time, she promises. For herself, for him, for everyone else. This time, they will win, right here.
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