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FOUR. his first love is a sex worker he meets after his defection. the time heâs allowed for recovery enables a measure of laying about and introspection comes with.Â
vĂĄliâs never connected to people like he should. thereâd been no teen loves, nothing that he regretted and no âone who got awayâ either. while he had definitely fraternized since joining the military it wasnât a place to build lasting relationships. everything immediately snuffled by the danger, the time and place, that idea of the romantic âsense of urgencyâ was reserved for people without his emotional hold ups toward love and commitment.
she, emile, wasnât all human but it didnât matter. vĂĄli wasnât not beholden to the standards of the empire anymore. he didnât care about the concept of untainted humanity. it was always above his pay grade. her skin was soft and smooth with a faint blue tinge. she looked cold to vĂĄli, like she was always breathless. it wasnât the cherry lips and innocence heâd imagined in first love. sheâs a voice against his neck, a smile against the broadside of his neck with her fingers in his too-long hair.
they met at a cantina. on postmortem  ------  she was looking for a john, he just hadnât been bright enough to tell. heâd bought her a drink, got lucky enough that she hadnât immediately dismissed him, and in the conversation that followed found her a brilliant mind, who loved her work. there was no sense she was been TRAPPED in this life style, no one owned her but herself, to a man so newly made free it was a refreshing ideal.
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ONE. he doesnât smile. itâs not his fault, a grumpy adult, a fussy baby. itâs resting bitch face that verges on resting âgoing to murder everyoneâ face, even if heâs the sort that safely transports spiders and rodents back outside. as a child his sister, vĂĄr, tried her best to lighten the mood. she told wonderful jokes, had a way with any sort of storytelling, but he was full of too many questions. why would the princess do that, why would a war lord do that, wheedling her down until vĂĄr gave up her attempts to instill vĂĄli with a lighter nature. didnât work, wouldnât suit him.
TWO. heâs got a black sense humor that plays too well into the unfortunate habit of laughing when heâs nervous. frayed nerves, the reason he most often smiles. the worst situations come often enough, someone else near tears and heâs teetering on the edge of hysterics. it happens in the later years more. when his hands shake and heâs so strung out on adrenaline that everything is moving too fast and too slow at the same time. a tie fighter pilot is married to an intelligence officer, the pilot dies in an exercise. vĂĄli, in his uniform, barely more than a boy and cloaked in black, his helmet tucked under his arm. the man cries when heâs told, and all vĂĄli focuses on is fighting back nervous hysteria, laughter in his chest.
THREE. she brings food when heâs upset. knows just what he likes and get extra portions or even surrenders her own. as a kid it manifests with vĂĄr smuggling out cookies and sweets from their occasional dessert, as an adult, even when sheâs CAG and has more than her baby brother to worry about. thereâs genuine love. theyâre siblings. he doesnât understand her, how she enjoys what he finds dangerous and tedious but when theyâre sat in the hangar with a bag of chips between the two of them itâs almost like being children again. their age gap, large as it is, doesnât matter so much now that sheâs not practically raising him.
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          the standard first order tie fighter is minutely different than that of the empire standard that came before. MOST of it is just adaptation of time, better iterations of the twin ion engines that she draws her name from, minutely better shielding that no one in their right mind would depend on. vĂĄli hears that the originals, the first batch off the production line, were rumored to have faulty ejection seats, though no one in their right mind who ever slander the empire by insisting so.Â
          so heâs willing to indulge dangerous curiosity, a rumor, that had suggested tucked away in a well neglected part of the ship, a derelict ship was just... sitting. the classic tie fighter before him is well worth the trek down. black gloves come off and his hands settle against one of the wings before him.Â
          sheâd purr, heâs sure of it, if she could run. from the damage heâs impressed she survived whatever battle took her out of combat. THATâS the thing that holds true even now, the slightest clip tends to break apart a tie fighter, or send her spinning into space. that this one was recovered. theyâre all basically suicide missions.
          vĂĄliâs got the port side of the frame almost open, enough to get a general view of parts left in disrepair for years when he hears shuffling. fabric against fabric that wouldnât be noticeable if not for the otherwise silence. itâs not worth hiding, and instead he pulls himself to attention, shaking dust out of long hair.
@legacyappetiteâ Â Â Â // Â Â call.
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all right ! because a better-worded post needed to be made than like 99.9% of the ones floating around :  iâm okay with you writing dark topics ( whether itâs murder or torture or gore or something else ), and iâll write them, too. if youâre writing dark topics without glorifying them out of character, iâll appreciate the integrity of your work. that said, i also wonât shame you if youâre uncomfortable with them, and iâll respect you by tagging them, listening to you if you think something needs to be treated with better respect, and understand that you may need to unfollow or block me for doing so. itâs 2017; letâs respect that dark topics can be explored without belittling and condescending those who arenât comfortable with it being in their presence.
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          heâs been punching in numbers for the better part of an hour, biting his nails and trying to hide the nervous tick. over the time heâs had passing contact with the rebellion itâs always been all or nothing, but transiently working when he can allows for his issues.     âyouâll have to deal with the security droids   ------   i canât deactivate them from here, but uhm, the main causeway should be clear once it hits midnight.â      and all of the price of only using a dead manâs credentials, that vĂĄli was still in their system at all made his fingers twitch.      âiâve got transport off world with you, right? the alternative is leaving me for dead. which uh, fair play,â       it was a risk heâd accepted that theyâd cut their losses with him.      âiâd appreciate if you didnât.â
@rebelsacrifice   //   call.
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             his leg bounces, a nervous habit as he leans against the wall. in vĂĄliâs time flying heâd never gotten attached to an astromech, didnât have experience with droids beyond the basics theyâd taught at the academy and that wasnât enough to make him empathize with them. complex repairs were well beyond his abilities so the two malfunctioning mechs that heâd grabbed on the tail end of his last decent job were completely out of luck in his on hands.    ------    but heâd heard good things about her, the droid whisperer, what a hell of a title.     âtheyâre  ---  kriffinâ awful, know that much, but they were like this when i found them. donât have the funds for the repairs right now so an estimate, if you think you can fixâem up, would be great.â
@binarywake    //    call.
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babyâs first starter call!
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                        save me if i become my demons.
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          heâs TRYING not to stand out, one human face in the middle of a myriad of non-humanoids faces, aliens, following behind others like himself. thereâs a sense of unease pervading all of the transactions at street vendors left right and center. credits are flying, the regionâs unstable, and most are focused on SAFE PASSAGE out before things properly get out of hand. vĂĄliâs made his share. he works pick up jobs, the latest had been more than alright, smuggling off a convoy destined for imperial space.Â
          vĂĄliâs not lost, pressing through bodies with the world blurring into indistinct colors as he follows.   ------   itâs THEN that an explosion rocks through the market, ground rumbling, a ship flying low as people begin to scrabble and he can feel the skirmish above them. thereâd been EARTHQUAKES on his home planet, seismic shifts that woke him in the night, disoriented, but the rush of adrenaline makes the world clear and he follows the first human that he can. the one he had, admittedly, been tailing.      âyou hurt? you have to get off-world. this is only the first wave, you know. and on an alien planet? theyâll kriffing raze it.â
unplotted starter // @forcerebel
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Johnny boy
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iâm turning this blog into my star wars oc this is your chance to unfollow tiny blond magical bab. PCE.
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