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[devilish-media-productions]

"Uh. Vincent? hypothetically, if there was an incident with magic, certain baked goods in the kitchen and a possible revolution/uprising of recently sentient baked goods-"

Clang!!

"shit- er.... Uh... how would you deal with that?!"

- @peccantumaskrp

The baked goods are uprising?? Hold on, I'll be right there!

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field X

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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Coriolanus was having a hard time adjusting to the life of a peacekeeper, but he was getting there. He sent off that letter for you almost as soon as he arrived, but was yet to receive a response so that seemed like an answer enough. He had to forget you, especially if he wasn't going back to the Capitol anytime soon.

He was homesick, to say the very least. Both of his bunkmates were out, likely working, but he didn't care much to know exactly where. He was just relieved to have a moment to himself to wallow in his self-pity, chest constricting tighter and tighter with every breath.

A door slammed shut down the hall, followed quickly by his own door opening- at which he held his breath. He had to get it together.

"Is this bunk taken?" Someone asks, a voice not belonging to either of his bunkmates, but he recognizes it nonetheless.

He shot up straight, taking in the appearance of the boy in front of him. "Sejanus!" He had never been happier to see his classmate, hopping out of his top bunk to quickly give him a hug.

"This is a surprisingly warm welcome for someone who almost got you killed." Sejanus chuckled, hugging him back.

Coryo laughs slightly, pulling away and grabbing his shoulders. "Oh, no. Quite the opposite. What are you doing here?"

"About the same as you." He shrugs, sliding his things under the bed below Coryo's. "They were going to expel me, but my dad paid them for my grad certificate and let them send me here. They got a new gym on the condition that they let us both graduate."

Coryo should be relieved, but a graduation certificate doesn't matter much if he's stuck here for the next twenty years. "And Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, lifting his head back in confusion. "What about her?"

"Did she graduate too?"

"I... I don't know, I didn't know she was in trouble. We were told she was sick."

Coriolanus's stomach drops. That's a story he'd certainly heard before, and he didn't like at all how that ended. He swallows, nodding a little bit as he looks at the floor. "So you didn't see her at all?"

"No... Not since the last time I saw you." Sejanus states. It had been a few weeks now. "But, her mother came to our door a week or so ago, real early in the morning. Ma shooed me away but I heard them talking, it seemed like she didn't know where Y/N was either. She was looking for her, wondering if any of us had seen her."

Again, this is what Coryo had seen before with what happened to Clemensia. Her parents weren't allowed to see her at all while she was in the hospital. "I think she's dead." He admits.

"What? What makes you say that?" His friend gasps.

"I... I heard her screaming when I left our meeting with Highbottom." Coriolanus explains. "At first it was normal Y/N screaming, you know, but then it got worse and worse until it just... stopped." He hoped Sejanus would change his story, that he would remember seeing you at school or on the streets or at one of your parent's obnoxious parties, having a good time, and being yourself. That maybe he had just forgotten, but the look on Sejanus's face tells him that didn't happen.

It was Sejanus's turn to look down now, giving a solemn nod. "I mean, no." He laughs suddenly, shaking his head. "They wouldn't kill her on campus- if you could hear it, she's not dead. They wouldn't kill her just like that, right?" He says, trying to convince himself of that truth. "Surely she's just sick. Maybe grounded, or something."

"Yeah, yeah. Probably..." Coriolanus concedes, hoping that somehow Sejanus was right.

Simultaneously, you were adjusting beautifully to life in District Twelve. You got in the habit of borrowing Lucy Gray and Barb Azure's clothes, and they let you sleep on the floor between their beds. For the first time in your life, you were free. No one knew you, no one had a single expectation of you besides Tam Amber appreciating your help with the goats and occasionally going to the market with Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory to get food. It was refreshing, to say the very least. Everyday you felt yourself unwinding more and more.

"Do you play any instruments, Y/N?" Maude Ivory asks you, skipping to catch up to you as you hike down a trail out to the lake with the rest of the covey.

"I do, actually." You nod at her, a small smile on your face. "Try three."

"Three!" She claps excitedly. "What do you play? You'll have to perform with us! Do they have different instruments where you're from?"

"Not really." You giggle, putting your hands in the pockets of your bright red skirt. "I play the piano, and the violin, which is just like Clerk Carmine's fiddle, but much more boring, and a harp, if you've ever heard of that."

"You play the fiddle?" The young girl smiles.

"Not like he does." You smile at the boy as he walks ahead of you, not paying any attention.

"I'm sure you're just as well." Lucy Gray interjects, bumping her shoulder with yours as she walks next to you. "Maude Ivory, you should hear her projection. I'm yet to hear her sing, but boy, can she yell."

"I can't sing." You laugh, shaking your head. "Back home you don't sing unless you're training for the opera, and you have to start that around the same time you learn to walk. My parents would rather me learn the piano."

"Then why am I the one yellin' at all our shows? You should step up." Maude Ivory giggles, and you just shake your head, ruffling her hair.

"I definitely couldn't do it nearly as well as you." You insist. "Besides, I have stage fright." You joke, mostly to get her off your back.

She laughs as she fixes her hair, running to catch up with the kids in front of her.

"She just adores you." Lucy Gray smiles. "It's nice to have a new face around."

You smile, watching Maude Ivory collect flowers from the side of the road. "She reminds me of my brother. They're about the same age."

"Right, you lent me his guitar." Lucy Gray says, a particular sadness in her tone tipping you off that she believes you should be upset about leaving him. You miss him, sure, but he's better off now with you gone. Besides, he couldn't be any worse than you. Your parents have always doted over him, and there's no doubt in your mind that now that you are gone, it's multiplied.

"Yes. That's him." You reply, accompanying a moment of silence between the two of you.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sure." You nod, kicking a small stone down the path in front of you. "But he's better off without me there. That brings me enough peace to sleep at night."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You smile at her, grateful for the change of topic.

"What happened to Coriolanus?" For the first time in weeks, you feel a pinch of discontent in your gut at her question.

"I don't know." You lie, shrugging your shoulders. You don't even know why you felt the urge to lie at all, you knew he was here somewhere but you hadn't seen him once. Out of sight, out of mind is what you have been trying to convince yourself. "He's alive, I'm sure. Peacekeeping in one of the districts probably."

"Oh, I was hoping you would know more."

"It would be nice." You agree. "But he's not exactly in my good graces at the moment."

"It feels so out of character for him to betray you like that, doesn't it?" Lucy Gray asks.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It was unusual. That's what I thought, anyway." You sigh, giving a slight shrug. "I haven't told anyone, but we had... I don't know, a moment, a few weeks ago. During the games. Just a couple of days later and he's throwing me under the bus like I meant nothing to him. We've been friends for years- I thought everything was about to change for the better, and then..."

"That's cruel." She says disapprovingly. "I bet he's sorry now that you're gone with the wind. He's regretting it. I promise you that much."

You smile slightly at the thought, allowing yourself to entertain it, if only for a moment. "He better be."

"Is that for me? Oh, c'mon y'all, you know that I gave up drinkin' when I was twelve..." Lucy Gray says, taking a sip out of the clear liquor bottle someone in the audience handed to her. "Oh, It's to clear my pipes, just to clear my pipes." She clarifies, tossing the bottle back into the audience.

Coriolanus watches leaning against the side wall of The Hob. He's happy to see that Lucy Gray is back to doing what she loved, and she made it home alive and well. He's also more than pleased to finally get off the barracks for something other than work. "Now, who's ready for a song, huh?" She smiles, looking down off the stage to her right. "Okay, comin' right up. First, I'd like to introduce to the stage with a big welcome, a grand ole friend of mine, The lovely Sage!" She says, giggling at her rhyme as another girl climbs up on stage, giving Maude Ivory and Lucy Gray a quick hug each.

Coriolanus looks away as the crowd cheers, scanning the crowd for Sejanus who had just excused himself to grab a drink a couple minutes ago. He's wondering where his roommate could have disappeared to when Lucy Gray's friend starts speaking.

"Well hello, everyone, so lovely to meet you all! I have never felt so welcome anywhere." His head snaps back to the stage. He'd know that Capitol accent anywhere, even as you pause to allow any cheers to quiet down. "I mean that." You grin, hands clutched to your chest. "And that feels so good, considering Lucy Gray all but forced me up here." You laugh, draping an arm over her shoulder, letting her take back over. How could this be real? Coryo is tempted to rub his eyes or pinch himself to make sure he's even awake. He was so sure you were dead, but despite the different name and completely different clothes, he was positive it was you. The pang in his chest made that obvious, along with the wave of surrealism that suddenly surrounded him so all he could see was you.

"Now, my beautiful girl Sage here will be taking over for our friend on the fiddle, we'll give the band a quick break, and we're gonna have a bit of a change of pace while she's lending us her talents." Lucy Gray says, and Coriolanus watches as you take the beat-up violin from the young boy gratefully. He knew you played, but he hadn't heard it for years. You looked so calm, something he wasn't sure he had seen in public since you were young. He can't pull his eyes from your figure as it graces the stage with your presence, lighting up the room even if it was only for him.

A small smile grows on his face as you start to play, several whistles echoing through the room before Lucy Gray even joins in with her singing. He wants to scream, to cheer and clap and yell and tell everyone in this dark, rundown building that this 'Sage' was his. Inarguably and undoubtedly his. Coryo's pride is only curtailed when he recognizes the song; it was the ballad Lucy Gray played in her interview on your brother's guitar.

The sophistication your violin playing brought to the piece almost made it sadder and infinitely more haunting. It's beautiful. Now with your classical touch, the song sets a pit of guilt in his stomach. That somehow, even without you singing, it's now a ballad from you to him.

"Just let me remind you what I am to you..."

He makes eye contact with Lucy Gray as he shifts his gaze away from you. She pauses for only a moment, hands still moving rhythmically over the strings of her guitar. She smiles and nods at him, jaw slightly agape as she glances back at you to see if you noticed him. When it's clear you haven't, she gets back on track with the words within only a moment.

"'Cause I am the one who looks out when you're leaping. I am the one who knows how you were brave..."�� Your lips turn up in a small smile as she sings, eyes still shut while you focus. Even though he's sure you're thinking of him, it doesn't bring him much consolation. Well, at least you were thinking of him. He would take it.

The song ends as quickly as it starts, and despite the slower tone, the audience is still excited. More so as the band returns to the stage and you return the violin to Clerk Carmine before turning back around to give a bow. You wave out to the audience, reveling in the whistles and praise before reaching out for an extended hand, accepting it as its owner helps you down. "That was stunnin', where'd you learn to play like that? I've never heard anything quite like it." The man asks, still holding your hand out in between you.

"Oh, thank you. I've been playing my whole life." You grin as the music picks up again.

"Can you dance like you can play?" He asks, lifting your arm to spin you.

"I can certainly try." You laugh, going along with it as he pulls you into a more open space of the crowd, and to Coriolanus, it seems like you're taunting him. You're dancing like you don't have a care in the world, dressed in a skirt that looked like it was made out of a red bed sheet cut up and stitched back together in half-hazard squares, and what looked like one of your t-shirts cut up into a tank top that exposes most of your stomach and back. Appallingly too, a smile present on your face that he had dreamt of seeing again one day but was certain he never would. The only problem is that you're dancing with someone else. Not that he was much of a dancer, but he could try if he had known that's what you wanted.

He's planning his method of attack. He can't leave without speaking to you, because he doesn't even know if you'll be back here the next time he gets a day off. Though, based on your appearance and newfound carelessness, it's likely.

His urge is just to kiss you, but the only thing holding him back is that it could set you off. If you hadn't heard his apology from miles away, would you still be angry at him? But actions speak louder than words. He knows that physicality works with you, and it was hard to deny that he hadn't dreamt of how soft your lips felt on his for weeks. One time was just simply not enough for Coryo.

Coriolanus scowls as the man you're dancing with spins you again, making you laugh as he drapes an arm around your waist.

Maybe he should get Sejanus, see if he's seen you yet.

Another spin, and a hand sliding lower down your bare back as the man pulls you closer, his fingers landing on the waistband of your skirt. When was the last time that scumbag had so much as washed his hands? Coryo wonders to himself, rage boiling up under his skin.

Kiss her. Definitely kiss her.

But if the song choice was any indicator, you definitely weren't pleased with him. It couldn't be, though, because how would you know he would be in attendance? Coryo finds his feet carrying him through the crowd, pushing past a dozen carelessly drunk people in his effort to get to you before he's even thought it all through.

Your brow furrows as a body forces itself between you and your dancing partner. "Hey! What are you-" You cut yourself off, hypnotized by the cold blue eyes staring down at you.

That's my girl. Even though you're angry, Coriolanus is grateful to be the object of your gaze once more.

"'Scuse me, man, do you mind?" The man says, making an effort to push Coryo away. He turns, and before you can intervene he's swinging his fist right at the other guy's face, finding its target in a fraction of a second.

He stumbles back, grabbing his face as it immediately drips blood from his nose onto the floor. There are gasps in the crowd as it disperses around you.

"Hey, settle down, settle down now." You hear Lucy Gray call out amidst the music playing in the background while you grab the back of Coryo's shirt, pulling him back before he continues to beat up your dancing partner.

"Coriolanus, what are you doing here?" You shout over the music. He shakes out his fist, turning back to you now and grabbing your face, pulling you closer to kiss you instead of dignifying you with a response. His actions would certainly speak louder.

You want to be angry, but that falters as you feel his lips on yours again, his hands planted firmly on either side of your waist as he holds onto you so tight you weren't sure breathing was an option- even if you could. You followed him here, of course you wanted to see him, but how could he betray you so easily and expect forgiveness in a kiss?

It takes you longer than it probably should to build up the courage to place your hands on his chest, shoving him back. "What is wrong with you?" You spit, looking him up and down in the blue uniform signified of a peacekeeper off duty.

"What's wrong with me?" He asks, looking around and gauging how many people were even taking notice. "What do you mean, Y/N/N, I wanted to-" Clearly you hadn't heard his silent apology, or it just wasn't enough.

"Hey!" You hiss, jumping at him and attempting to cover his mouth at the use of your nickname, and he quickly swats away your hand. "Let's go. Outside, now." You shove him back by his chest, pointing towards the exit.

You look up at Lucy Gray on stage, still singing as she watches you nervously. You give her a nod and a small reassuring smile before linking arms with Coryo and guiding him toward the door. Just like old times.

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[amukmuk]

Got any snippets or lines you've written and really liked that you want to share but probably won't ever make it to a fic?

Okay, so I've had this draft sitting in my wip folder for quite some time, but I don't think I'll ever post it/finish it. I had just finished This is How You Lose the Time War and it is a love story told entirely through letters. I really thought that was applicable to Rex and Ahsoka and you all already know how much I love writing letters. Anyway, I didn't really like how it unfolds, and I feel like their voices are ooc. I'm going to post it under the cut if you feel so inclined, but I haven't really proofed it or anything:

The air is dry and cold. Wind whips between them, between the chasm that Order 66 has caused. Ahsoka traded the y-wing for this run-down freighter-- it’s not the best thing in the galaxy, but she has flown worse.

“Rex,” she turns to him and he does the same, his tattered brown cloak billowing in the wind. “We--we can’t stick together. It’s too dangerous.”

“Commander--”

She holds up her hand. “I’m wanted by the Empire. You saw the same holonews cycle that I did. Inquisitors are going to be dispatched to hunt me down.”

“So we’ll fight them together!”

She steps forward and takes his hands into hers. “No,” she whispers. “No, we can’t.”

Rex is struck into silence and she can feel the weight of his gaze upon her.

“I… I can’t lose you.”

It seems like an oxymoron, to say that she can’t lose him while simultaneously pushing him away.

“So let me stay and fight by your side.”

She can’t look at him. She can feel the pain in his voice. Tears well in her eyes but she blinks them back and rests a commlink in his hand. “It has my encrypted frequency. Write to me,” she whispers and steps away and up to her ship.

She doesn’t look back. She can’t. If she sees him standing there, she will turn back and put his life in greater danger.

She draws up the gangplank and leaves behind the only family she has left.

When she gets into space, she cries.

~

Her datapad chirps and Ahsoka swats for it. It falls off her nightstand with a clang and she finally resolves to sit up and retrieve it. She should probably get up, anyway. It’s just, she still hardly ever sleeps.

She opens the notification and the wind is knocked out of her. She doesn’t know the sender-code, but she knows the encryption. It is standard-GAR encryption and it takes her less than ten seconds to decrypt.

I’m sorry it took me so long to write to you. I won’t waste either of our time explaining how much it hurt to be left behind, but just know that I forgive you. You were probably right, anway. Inquisitors have been sniffing around this town that I’m in and I’m trying to find the Jedi before they do. I know you would want me to keep my head down and stay safe, but I can’t. I can’t just let one of your kin die… You’ve saved enough of mine during the war to warrant a little safety risk.

I don’t know if you’ll answer this, or if you even want to hear from me, but I hope you’re doing alright.

-R

~

Blue,

Words cannot describe how elated I am to have received your message. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t think I can apologize enough for all the pain I have caused. I killed an entire venator’s worth of your family and abandoned you on an icy moon. I don’t deserve you forgiveness or kindness but am grateful for it anyway.

Blue, I must advise you to tread with caution regarding your quest for one of the ancient warrior-monks. They may think you still have the sickness. I wish you would stay out of trouble, but I think we both know you have a penchant for it.

I hope to hear from you soon. I miss you.

-Snips

P.S. You need to work on your encryption. I cracked your code in under thirty seconds.

~

Little’un,

You’re lucky I got this message open at all. I never really learned advanced encryption and I about had to ask my neighbor kid for help. You were right about the monk thinking I was still sick. I barely made it out of there, and I don’t think they believe me.

At least I can say I tried.

Regarding your grief, move on. We did what we had to in order to survive. Lives were lost, but I’m almost glad they’re gone. I wouldn’t want them living in this galaxy. As much as we all hated the war, at least we always had each other. A ship full of family was home.

Anyway, I hope you’re someplace warm. It’s winter right now and I’m discovering what that feels like without temperature control.

-Wrecks

P.S. Let me know if this encryption is any better.

~

Blondie,

You have a neighbor?! Tell me about him. Tell me more about where you’re at, without detail of course. This is a secure line, but if my life has taught me anything it is that security is a myth.

I’m moving around a lot. I feel like every time I settle down, I make a mistake, I get too close, I get too involved. Like you, I have a hard time turning a blind eye. I suppose we make a great pair.

Right now I am sitting on a beach. I started laughing when I sat in the sand because I forgot how much I missed the warmth between my toes. And then I remembered how much He hated sand. I laughed. And then I cried.

I hate being alone.

If it snows, be certain to build a snowman. Maybe ask your neighbor to help you. It is a rite of passage.

-Lonely

P.S. You’re getting better! I still got it in under thirty seconds. Try using a hybrid of Zeta and Delta code. That can be fun to work with.

~

Socks,

I’m going to disregard your greeting and say that I deserved it for calling you littl’un in my previous correspondence. It’s probably high time I shelve that nickname. I imagine you’re almost taller than me now, anyway.

Don’t change who you are to fit inside the confines created by this new regime. You are who you are. You always fight for what is right and that is why I love you. If you have to move once a week for a while, I think that makes it worth it. What do you say?

That beach sounds nice. I hope you managed to take a picture of a sunset. I miss traveling so much. I’m saving up for a ship right now, I almost have enough to buy a small freighter. Living here is enough to make me stir crazy.

It did snow. I did ask the boy to help me. It quickly dissolved into a snowball fight. I’m afraid his mom might… like me. She invited me in for cocoa (that shit is rich, I was not expecting it) and we talked for a while. She seems nice enough.

I really need to buy that damn freighter.

If it is any consolation. You still have me. You will never be alone.

-Icicle

P.S. This one was easier to crack. You aren’t taking it easy on me, are you? I don’t think I could forgive you for that.

~

Hopefully-warmer,

Socks! I almost forgot about that! You had put your socks over my lekku to keep them warm. The ships were always so cold. You have always looked out for me and because of that, attached you will find a digital money order. It shouldn’t be able to be traced back to me, but you should be able to cash it and put a down payment on that freighter.

You shouldn’t be scared to talk to civvies anymore. You are a civvie! Flirt with women! Go to a movie! Eat at a restaurant! The whole galaxy is at your fingertips and you should live your life anyway you want to!

Speaking of restaurants, remember that time we went out together? That was an interesting time. I’m sorry you accidentally ordered a raw nerf-burger because of me. Make sure you tell them with a little pink the next time you go out. I just prefer my meat walked by the griddles and served.

Knowing that I have you is never just a consolation, it is what keeps me going.

Your friend,

Stripes

~

Carnivorous,

I don’t know how I can ever thank you for this. Once I have the money I promise I will pay you back, with interest. You’re my friend, I’ll always have your back. I don’t need a digital money order to know that you will always have mine. But I’m grateful anyway.

Because of you, I am now the proud owner of a ship. Whoever would have thought that a man like me would get to own property one day? Well, kind of. The ship is technically owned by some guy named Riker Torrent. I’m obviously terrible at picking out new names for myself. I like the one I have. It means something.

Don’t forget that you’re a civilian too. Maybe we should go see a movie. What is even playing? Probably all propaganda now anyway. I’ve been avoiding most towns. Everything seems to be patrolled and we both know I have one of those faces.

But I did go to the planet where I met the deserter. He is long gone, but I got to see an actual sunset. The sky was bright orange. The air was warm. It is so weird, feeling temperatures without all my gear.

It reminded me of that one time, on the desert planet? Everything was orange and we were both beat and we just sat there and watched the sun set.

Those are the times that I miss the most.

Your friend,

Property with property

~

Mr. Torrent,

I’m pleased to hear of your recent acquisition and promotion to Captain, but if I ever see you refer to yourself as property ever again I will fly all the way across the galaxy to kick your ass.

Anyway, tell me about your ship. Have you gotten any pillows and blankets? I hated that you never had any.

Every day it gets harder and harder to remember that I’m a normal civilian. I’m always looking over my shoulder, trying to keep myself as hidden as possible. Turns out my efforts weren’t as great as I thought they were. A hunter found me the other day. I managed to disarm them and get away. I now have two blood red crystals, I just have to get a bunch of other parts. Try not to worry about me. I’m alive and mostly unharmed.

I think a movie sounds like a lovely idea. I don’t think it would be safe for us to meet up, but I’ll think on how we can do this. I’m pretty sure I might be able to find an old holo somewhere.

I remember the day you are talking about. I almost wish I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face again and the safety of you by my side.

Yours,

A.

~

A,

I will have you know that I was already a captain. I just happen to be a captain of my own ship now.

If we’re being honest, I wouldn’t mind if you flew across the galaxy to try and kick my ass. I feel like I’m getting rusty. I need a purpose. I’ve thought about trying to hunt down more of your people. If anyone can save the galaxy, it is you guys. I don’t know where to begin and I don’t think they would trust me anyway.

But I think I might try and hunt down more of mine. My freighter has a small medbay, but I’ve made do with worse. I just need a medical droid and a little bit of luck.

I bought a pillow and a blanket. I don’t use either of them. It doesn’t feel right. Too soft.

Hmm… Tell you about my freighter. Well, it’s dark green, but I’m thinking of painting it. It is just big enough for me and maybe a small crew. There are four different bunk rooms, all with a size I’m well acquainted. The kitchen is pretty small, but I don’t do much cooking so that isn’t really an issue. Though, you should be impressed. I made pasta the other night. Actually boiled the water and everything.

I’m glad you’re still alive. Injuries heal, but you’re irreplaceable. At least the close call gave you something in return. Here’s to hoping you find everything else you need.

I wish a lot of things, too. We shouldn’t waste time wishing for things we can’t have though. You stay alive in a battle by being present and marching forward.

Please stay alive,

R.

~

Oh Captain, my Captain,

I have so much to tell you. I think I found my purpose. I ran into an old friend during a festival of lights. He told me of a secret group. A group that I could only talk about on a truly secure line. He asked me to go somewhere and help the needy and I intend to do so. A good friend of mine trained me well in how to wield a blaster. I know that wherever I go, I will carry him with me.

If I cannot have you with me, at least I can have your knowledge.

If I hear anything about your brothers. I will send you in their direction. I wish I knew the whereabouts of Kote. It would be nice to know that he survived even if my grandmaster did not.

Your freighter sounds homey. I wish I could see it. I can almost imagine you there. Comfy without your armor, scowling at a datapad. Have you grown out your hair? If you haven’t I think you should consider it. Remember the time where you lost a bet with the boys and had to go a month without a haircut? Your hair is so curly and soft! It’s a shame you didn’t keep it longer during the war.

I know. It’s hard not to look to the past or to the future. So, speaking of the future, what are you doing 1800 Corrie Time this Saturday? I found an old copy of Rays of Sun around Us. It’s a romance movie, sorry, but the only other one I found was supposed to be a satirical comedy about the war.

In my humble opinion, nothing could be funnier than the time the ship flooded and Hardcase, Fives, Echo, and Jesse surfed down the corridors.

Yours,

Irreplaceable.

P.S. I have to stay alive. Who else would irritate you with these letters?

~

Irreplaceable,

I wish I could give you one of mine. Remember, a good blaster is heavy, but not too heavy. The power pack should clip in and not jiggle at all. And most importantly, it shouldn’t heat up in your hand. The barrel will be hot of course, but the grip and power pack should never overheat. A cheap blaster could blow up in your hand. Spend the extra creds and get something nice.

Aside from seeing you, my greatest wish is to find Kote. I miss him so much. Once I get this stupid med droid working I’ll be in business. I never thought I’d miss the general’s incessant tinkering, but here I am.

I’ve grown out my hair a little. I don’t like it hanging over my ears or eyes. I feel like it muffles my senses. I did grow a beard, though. Not sure I like it. I’ll probably shave it off.

You may have thought it was funny, but I was the one that got stuck writing an incident report when Hardcase got his head stuck in the air vent.

I’ll be there,

Your Captain