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Plague slumped back against the medical bed , a sad little noise escaping him .

“ . . I just feel bad dumping it all on you . Doesn’t feel right . “

The clone frowns .

“ But . . Thank you . “

He sniffled .

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

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He reached up , hiding his face in his hand . He didn’t like crying in front of others , but he really couldn’t help it this time .

“ .. He was stubborn . Reckless . Snarky . “

Plague let out a quiet sob .

“ . . Shiny . “

He shook his head . “ I’m sorry , Kistra . I shouldn’t trouble you with my emotions .. “

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

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” He was just a shiny . Just got appointed to medic .. Poor thing .

It was easy to tell he was extremely upset .

“ I . . I watched him die . They killed him , right in front of us ! . . “

Plague clenched his jaw .

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

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“ . . Hi , General Tallisk . “

He greeted her with his usual lopsided ‘ grin , ‘ which was more of a scowl , but he couldn’t help it . It was just how he smiled , apparently .

Plague sat up . “ I haven’t seen you in ages . “

“ . . Was that always on your face ? . . “

He shook his head . “ Anyway . . I didn’t sustain any major injuries , so you don’t need to worry . I think I’ve gone crazy , though . “ He chuckled to himself .

Despite his humorous approach to it , he was very obviously exhausted . Physically and mentally . He had given up hope long before rescue , which hadn’t been too great to deal with .

“ What’s new ? Did I miss anything ? “

His tired grin fell with a sigh .

“ . . We lost our squad medic . “

“ . . Again . “

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

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Is everyone alive or what ?

It’s been awful quiet since I got back . I’m startin ‘ to get worried ! I can’t sneak off and look around since I’m stuck in the medbay ..

[ ooc : image by @/devourror . BTW !!! i will likely no longer be active in the holonet transmissions community because communities are broken for me ]

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Ok , what have I missed ??

I’ve been gone for Force knows how long , and I haven’t heard anything from anyone . Fill me in , please !!

PS . I need someone to come get me , the medbay is awful I don’t even need to be here I just need a really big meal and someone to scream at . I’m in the medbay wink wink

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Why I disappeared for , like , forever !!!

We got kidnapped . Only now has the Republic rescued us .

Can I file a complaint ? Surely they could’ve come sooner .. I lost a whole ton of weight . I look [ and feel ] malnourished ..

So , yeah . I’m sorry if you thought I died ?

[ OOC : I disappeared because I broke my phone . Umm yeah b ut I’m back now !!!!!!! Maybe ]

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If being gay is a disease, then brother, I have the plague

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²³⁾ keeping their favourite foods at your place

Kistra's quarters were well known amongst her legion (and the others she'd taken under her wing) as a space full of blankets, laughter, and best of all snacks.

The Jedi endeavored to keep a good stock of various crunchables, and plenty of instant noodles packets. But there were a few, special things she kept for specific visitors, something they liked the best. Like the small box full of various cookie and chip bags that had Plague's name written on the top in her loopy handwriting.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague would visit her very often . He found it to be more comforting than the barracks . Sure , his brothers and sisters were there , but there was something much more homey — not that he knew what a real home was like— about it .

He also loved the abundance of snacks . Plague had a sweet tooth like no other , and she always had something for him . His favorite snack she had was some kind of nut cookie . They tasted almost exactly like uj cake ! Just thinking about it made his mouth water .

Plague didn’t know how or where she got all of those snacks but he was eternally grateful .

Plus , she let him nap on her floor . Who else would ? Nobody he knew .

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Plague didn’t doubt that she was capable of it , but he didn’t want her to handle it . It was his shitty idea , he should be the one handling it .

He couldn’t lie , he appreciated her taking the hit , but it wasn’t her hit to take . He had screwed up and he had to be a responsible Commander by taking accountability for it .

“ Kistra .. “ Plague whispered . It felt weird to call her by her first name , especially on duty , but he hoped it’d get her attention .

⁴⁰⁾ taking blame so they don’t have to

Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...

Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!

She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:

"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst he’d kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .

Plague , you di’kut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasn’t visible he was nervous .

Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldn’t imagine being in his legion ..

As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? It’s my fault .

“ General Tallisk .. “ He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . “ What the kriff are you talking about ? “

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⁴²⁾ valuing their creations

Kistra was the kind of person to keep each and every gift, card, or trinket people gave her, she had little rows of various small gifts lined up on the shelves in her quarters, they were important to her, from the pained pebble on her nightstand, to the smooth piece of beskar on her shelf. They were reminders of the people who'd given them to her.

So, it was in character that her fridge was plastered with drawings that younglings and Padawans had gifted her. But her favorite, right in the center stuck to the mettle with a sparkly magnet, was a drawing Plague had done on the back of a meeting agenda, front and center to all the other various doodles. It made her smile every time she walked by.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague liked to collect as well . He often collected holoflats , rather than physical things , because it was easier to manage . He took them on his helmet , so he could easily access them whenever .

If there was something he wanted to save , which was usually some kind of oddity like an animal skeleton or a special looking stone , he would take a holoflat of it . He mostly had holoflats of his vode being chaotic , birds he liked , interesting landscapes , or whatever else he found interesting .

But he had one holoflat in particular he liked the most . It was of Kistra , and it held a lot of fond memories . He’d even drawn it .

Plague liked to draw . He didn’t really consider himself great at it , but he found it calming when he had the time . He couldn’t really keep his drawings , so he usually gave them to Kistra .

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²⁰⁾ helping them shave

Kistra knew from experience how frustrating it was being in a cast, it was the worst. She'd been there... more than once, she couldn't even brush her own hair! Having to rely on other people to help her do even the most basic tasks was hard... really hard.

So naturally, watching Plague attempt to shave, with his left hand, made her cringe, both because he'd already managed to cut himself once, and because she sympathized wildly with the difficulty of functioning with your non-dominent hand. So, she perched on the counter, holding his face still with one hand, while she carefully guided the razor along his stubbly jaw, careful not to accidentally nick the sensitive skin there.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague hated when his facial hair grew back . He didn’t like the texture of it , and it made him look funny , in his opinion .

Not being able to shave it himself made him want to scream , so Kistra assisting him made him feel a bit better .

He tilted his chin up so she could get to the stubble easier .

Plague wanted to insist he could do it himself , but that would be a lie , and he didn’t lie . His right hand was unusable and it frustrated him . Help was wanted .

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³⁶⁾ reading to them

Kistra loved to read, in fact she usually had a book stashed somewhere in the pockets of her robes, whether to wait out a particularly boring transport, or to keep her company on cold deployment nights. Her quarters had no shortage of books, on the shelves, on the table beside her bed, a few stacked on the floor, adding to the comfortable chaos of her personal haven.

She was sitting against the pillows on her bed, Plague's cheek resting on her lap, his eyes were close, but he was stiff. She knew better than to ask him what was wrong, he'd brush it off like he always did, she hoped he'd learn to open up, but she wouldn't push him, he needed rest, not interrogation, so she flipped the page, starting a chapter about Mandalorian customs, and ran her fingers through his hair, beginning the chapter aloud. Her master always read to her when she couldn't make her mind slow down and rest, so, she could give Plague something to focus on other than his own tumultuous thoughts.

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague lit up a little as she started reading to him . The topic interested him , and he wanted to listen .

He was stressed .

Stressed was an understatement . But he’d rather amputate his own two legs than talk about it . That was usually how it was .

But even just being around her was enough to calm him down a bit . He appreciated the fact that she let him mope in her quarters . He appreciated it more than he appreciated new gear .

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²³⁾ keeping their favourite foods at your place

Kistra's quarters were well known amongst her legion (and the others she'd taken under her wing) as a space full of blankets, laughter, and best of all snacks.

The Jedi endeavored to keep a good stock of various crunchables, and plenty of instant noodles packets. But there were a few, special things she kept for specific visitors, something they liked the best. Like the small box full of various cookie and chip bags that had Plague's name written on the top in her loopy handwriting.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague would visit her very often . He found it to be more comforting than the barracks . Sure , his brothers and sisters were there , but there was something much more homey — not that he knew what a real home was like— about it .

He also loved the abundance of snacks . Plague had a sweet tooth like no other , and she always had something for him . His favorite snack she had was some kind of nut cookie . They tasted almost exactly like uj cake ! Just thinking about it made his mouth water .

Plague didn’t know how or where she got all of those snacks but he was eternally grateful .

Plus , she let him nap on her floor . Who else would ? Nobody he knew .

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⁴⁰⁾ taking blame so they don’t have to

Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...

Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!

She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:

"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst he’d kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .

Plague , you di’kut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasn’t visible he was nervous .

Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldn’t imagine being in his legion ..

As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? It’s my fault .

“ General Tallisk .. “ He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . “ What the kriff are you talking about ? “

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⁴²⁾ valuing their creations

Kistra was the kind of person to keep each and every gift, card, or trinket people gave her, she had little rows of various small gifts lined up on the shelves in her quarters, they were important to her, from the pained pebble on her nightstand, to the smooth piece of beskar on her shelf. They were reminders of the people who'd given them to her.

So, it was in character that her fridge was plastered with drawings that younglings and Padawans had gifted her. But her favorite, right in the center stuck to the mettle with a sparkly magnet, was a drawing Plague had done on the back of a meeting agenda, front and center to all the other various doodles. It made her smile every time she walked by.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague liked to collect as well . He often collected holoflats , rather than physical things , because it was easier to manage . He took them on his helmet , so he could easily access them whenever .

If there was something he wanted to save , which was usually some kind of oddity like an animal skeleton or a special looking stone , he would take a holoflat of it . He mostly had holoflats of his vode being chaotic , birds he liked , interesting landscapes , or whatever else he found interesting .

But he had one holoflat in particular he liked the most . It was of Kistra , and it held a lot of fond memories . He’d even drawn it .

Plague liked to draw . He didn’t really consider himself great at it , but he found it calming when he had the time . He couldn’t really keep his drawings , so he usually gave them to Kistra .

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46) pushing them behind you -

Kistra's palm made contact with Plague's ribcage, pushing him behind her shorter frame, lightsaber drawn, eyes locked on the threat in front of them, keeping him shielded behind her poised figure, the action almost second nature, like she didn't really think about it, just acted and moved on.

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

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(OOC: Hello bestie!! Been awhile since I sent you a prompt so here I ammm!!! I love this list too much! Will definitely draw from it again!! How are you beloved? 🥰)

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Plague was a little weirded out by her actions . Why was she protecting him ? He was used to it being vice versa .

He was also confused . Plague could definitely handle this himself . He wanted to be offended , but he didn’t want to be rude . She’d probably sense his unease .

Jedi are so confusing . What is she doing ?! Does she want to get shot ?

Plus , he was much taller than her . He almost wanted to laugh . Their attacker could still probably get a clean shot at his head , Plague assumed .

He didn’t think she was di’kutla , but she definitely hadn’t thought about that .

Either which way , he thought that he should appreciate the attempt .. Or whatever it was . He wasn’t quite sure . But he’d be grateful , even if he was extremely unsure of her original intentions .

“ I can handle this , General Tallisk . Don’t take a blaster bolt just cause of me . ”

It almost scared him how little armor the Jedi wore . Sure , some of them had some sort of it under their robes , but it was nothing compared to his own . Plague adored his armor . How could you live your whole life without any ? To call the Jedi di’kuts was a far stretch , and wasn’t true , but the fact they rarely wore armor was definitely di’kutla .

Whatever . Plague had better things to focus on . Like not getting shot .