#TJ Jarvis

[paxtonrp]

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Name: Toby "TJ" Jarvis

Age: 32

Occupation: Owner of Outlaw Ink

Affiliation: Affiliate for The Cowboy Mafia

Gender & Pronouns: Non-binary (they/them)

Faceclaim: Naomi McPherson

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tw murder, imprisonment, police misconduct, racism, transphobia

TJ was always something of a weird kid. They watched The Exorcist and Nightmare on Elm Street way too young, could recount Halloween shot by shot. They wanted to dress up as Ghostface or Jason Voorhes, checked out books about death at the local library, drew artwork of skulls, graves, animal bones. It was a harmless interest, or so their parents thought.

Toby never liked their name, and from a young age they started going by Toby Jarvis, partly because they liked the sound and partially inspired by one of their favorite horror protagonists, Tommy Jarvis from the Friday the 13th Franchise.

In their senior year of high school, TJ fell in love. They were an odd couple, the artsy kid who was a little too enthusiastic about Edgar Allen Poe, and the captain of the cheerleading squad, but they worked. TJ's girlfriend Hayley was a well-respected straight-A student on track to do great things, and she supported Toby's artistic endeavors, but high school was rarely a place where life long commitments were made, and the two had a messy break up, just as teenagers do.

When Hayley disappeared shortly after the break-up, and her body was found a few days later, it was almost inevitable that Toby get the blame. They were just about every kind of outsider; queer, trans, biracial. Stoned and alone at the time of the death, Toby was left without an alibi, and under local pressure to solve the case, the cops cut corners, twisting the evidence to fit Toby into the role of villain. They twisted Toby's interest in horror, their quirkiness, their drug use, all of it to fit a narrative that suited their agenda. And it worked.

At seventeen years old, Toby was sentenced to life in prison. Some of the other inmates and guards had a soft spot for them because they were mostly well-behaved, respectful, hard-working, so they were treated relatively well, all things considered, but prison was still no place for a teenager. Some of the things they witnessed and personally experienced still keep TJ up at night. They did whatever programs and education they could, the only real rules they broke involving learning to tattoo with ink and tools made from contraband and practicing on the other inmates.

On the outside, their family never stopped fighting for their innocence, and after enough pressure, a media campaign, and advocates fighting for reform, they managed to have evidence re-tested, have the case re-investigated. It was discovered that the police had ignored evidence that pointed to TJ's innocence, failing to turn it over to the defense, and that they had failed to test critical evidence which came back linked to a drifter who'd been jailed for another murder in Texas some years after Hayley's death. Their conviction was overturned, and TJ was able to go home.

Upon their release, Toby sued the state of Arizona for the police misconduct in their case, receiving a hefty settlement. They put the money towards three things; a tattoo shop, the legal fees associated with changing their legal name and documents, and top surgery. Outlaw Ink was born, and Toby was given a chance to start fresh, but Obsidian Holdings have their claws in Paxton, and the new life Toby made for themselves is under ever-growing jeopardy.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐂

Toby has no love for either corporations or law enforcement, so they're more than happy to look the other way and allow their shop to be used to aid in laundering money or moving drugs for the Cowboy Mafia. As the owner of a local small business, they have a vested interest in keeping their premises and the businesses of the other locals out of the hands of Obsidian Holdings. Obsidian has offered to buy up their shop on more than one occasion, but Toby isn't budging. They have a feeling it's going to make them a target eventually, but they've scratched the backs of the Cowboys for long enough, and trust that when the time comes, the Cowboys will do the same for them.

[nottodayjustin]

January 20th 2025 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

[callsign-bubbles]

some sun-coded players for us this day (playoffs edition!)

players in order: brock boeser, mitch marner, wyatt johnston, stuart skinner, matthew tkachuk, seth jarvis, jeremy swayman, mathew barzal, tj oshie, cale makar, juuse saros

photo credits - canucks on x / pinterest / sam hodde / dan mitchell / florida panthers press conference (7/26/2022) / hurricanes on x / nesn / hockey is magic: episode two (featuring mathew barzal) / Postgame | TJ Oshie (3/17/2024) / colorado avalanche on tumblr / nashville predators on x

[bobbie-robron]

Oh, so Robert left you holding the baby did he? Typical.

Dawn puts her foot down with Scott… he start teaching her to drive that afternoon… which also means Robert is left holding the baby literally 😂. When Katie shows up to talk to Dawn at her home, she winds up looking after TJ when Robert has a callout for a tow. After Dawn and Scott finally get home, Katie asks Dawn to help her learn bookkeeping as she is clueless with the King accounting. Robert comes across a maudlin Sadie and offers an ear or whatever she might want as he does care.

12-Apr-2005

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 396

Smithy is up early because he's taken on an early morning shift in the workshop, despite being on remand so not having work responsibilities placed on him. He doesn't want to sit around and be alone with his thoughts or his cellmate, Arthur Fowler Morris Leatherhead (played by Bill Treacher) as that leaves too much time to think about his case, what he's missing and to grieve so he's trying to keep as busy as possible.

With the others now aware of who - or what - he is, Smithy's getting bullied by a greasy haired little prick who thinks he's top dog. When Smithy looks behind himself whilst pouring a hot drink, the muppet, sorry, Chris Hammond who fancies himself the leader of the wing but is anything but, pushes his hand under the hot urn scalding him and causing him to drop his tray. He then steps all over Smithy's cutlery as he leaves. As Smithy finds a rare empty seat when he finally does get his breakfast, the other occupant vacates it whilst staring him down. Smithy's personal officer offers to help him but he reassures him that he's fine and can handle it. He has to leave it but drops him a letter from Gina.

Hammond soon joins Smithy at the table and insinuates that Smithy promised to get him a mobile phone - all lies. He twists it to say that Smithy - as a 'bent copper in for murder' can get him anything so he has until lunchtime to get him one and in return he'll make sure that Smithy is left alone by the others. Smithy refuses and tells him that he's innocent and Hammond just scoffs, licks the apple he stole off another prisoner and drops it straight into Smithy's breakfast, walking off. Having seen this, Morris - who is supposed to be looking out for Smithy - finally comes over and asks him what Hammond wanted. "You want to survive in here, you're going to need some friends." "I've got you...." Smithy drawls. "You reckon?" Morris mutters, walking off. Smithy sighs and opens the letter to find out Louise's funeral has been set for 'next Thursday' which now is tomorrow!

At the station, Gina pushes Jack for an update to be told that MIT are pursuing a link between Larson and Caplan but nothing concrete has been found yet. Jack assures her as soon as it is he'll be onto it like a shot - warning or no warning. Gina runs through the briefing and has to tell uniform that there's been no changes yet and Smithy is still on remand until the trial. "Lets catch some real crims and see if we can show the CPS the difference!" she says as she dismisses them. Tony asks her how Smithy is and she tells him she hasn't spoken to him since visiting as he won't ring and hasn't sent anymore visiting orders yet. She promises him he's as tough as they come and that he'll be alright before dismissing him to go out on patrol with Dan.

One of the other prisoners, Jamie, approaches Smithy and asks him if he could get one of his friends at the station to have a word and visit his wife and child to make sure they're ok as they're being hassled 'by a group of men'. Unfortunately Smithy finds out they're not local - they're based in Harringay which is miles away from Sun Hill and he tells him he doesn't even know anyone over there and can't ring anyone who isn't on his registered list. As Jamie leaves, Morris hurries in to tell Smithy that "it's all set up, but come on!! You've only got 10 minutes before work starts!" Smithy is baffled by what he means but follows him to what ends up being the cell of the wing fence who offers three phones to him, asking which he wants to give Hammond. Smithy refuses, insisting he'd use the payphone if he wanted to make a call and he walks out. Morris isn't happy as he'd had to put in some real work to get the fence to agree to offer Smithy a phone but he assures him he's not going to say anything as he won't get Morris in trouble.

Smithy explains that if he caves to Hammond this time then he'll start asking for more and where would it end? He's going to be tried for murder and his only defence currently is his record with the police. Morris scoffs, telling him Hammond won't stay away and that if he gets into a fight with him he'll still be placed on report and it'll still go onto his record. He tells Smithy he's now on his own.

As Smithy heads towards his shift, he hears a fight start up behind him. He literally turns to go follow to go and sort it out with the guard - and then stops, realising again that it's not his job to do so and has to turn back. Unfortunately it appears to be a set up to get Smithy alone as Hammond appears with two heavies - even though it's not lunchtime yet - and attacks Smithy as a warning to 'play the game'.

Jamie appears and Smithy immediately flinches thinking it's one of the heavies back. Jamie offers to get him an officer and he refuses, telling him he'd be put back on the vulnerable prisoners wing on segregation. His personal officer appears and Smithy quickly tells him nothing has happened and that he's just going to work.

Whilst working, Smithy spots The Hairy Greaseball threatening Jamie and moves in to stop it. Jamie explains that he's due for parole so he gets to have home visits to sort things out and Hammond has been threatening him to make him bring in sim cards. Smithy nods and tells him that Hammond had pressured him for a mobile but he refused as he wasn't going to let people walk all over him. Jamie sighs and tells Smithy that Hammond appears to have taken the hint because he's told him to get him a mobile too. Jamie can't lose his parole as his kid wasn't born before he entered prison and he starts school in September. He assures Smithy that he knows someone who will get Hammond off his back for him.

Smithy sees Jamie talking to a well built man who regular viewers might recognise as Tim Faraday, an actor who frequently popped up when a huge (usually) baddy was needed on the show. He is Marty Johnson - the real top dog of the wing. And Morris warns him to keep away!

Smithy asks his personal officer, Alec, if he can apply for day release for the next day, apologising it's short notice but he'd only found out that morning from the letter. He explains it's for a funeral and that it's Louise. Alec sighs and it's obvious that Smithy sadly doesn't stand a chance given he's in there for her murder but he promises to get him the form so he can apply. Before he can walk off he notices Smithy's obviously in pain. He knows why and exactly who did it but without Smithy telling him - and he outright refuses because he does not want to go on the vulnerable prisoners wing - he can't do anything about it. Smithy tells him firmly that he faces people who want to hurt him because of his job on the outside daily. He doesn't run from them and he's not going to run from them inside either.

Jamie tells Smithy that Marty Johnson said he didn't want to get involved in his problem with Hammond and so he has to sort it out himself. He's not going to get him what he wanted but tells him 'Hammond has it coming'. Smithy later sees meaningful looks passed between Jamie and Johnson before Johnson walks off into the showers shortly followed by Hammond and then Jamie. Gathering his things, Smithy follows. As he approaches the showers, Johnson is walking in the other way and barges into Smithy. They exchange looks but both carry on in opposite directions. In the shower room Smithy finds Jamie standing in front of Hammond who is clutching his stomach and bleeding from a stab wound. "I didn't do anything!" Jamie tells Smithy before Hammond collapses straight onto him. Smithy charges forward and goes to help, trying to stop the bleeding. Alec, Smithy's personal office appears and presses the alarm, ordering no one to leave the area as both Jamie and Smithy are dragged by back other staff with Jamie protesting his innocence and claiming Smithy must have seen what happened!

Gina's out on the beat with Dan and it's obvious that her mood isn't great and she's worried about Smithy. She has little time for a 'silly blonde timewaster' who appears to be lying to them about who gave her permission to squat in the flat and she later snaps at Dan when he asks how Smithy will cope if the case doesn't collapse and the jury find Smithy guilty. "Do I look like I have a crystal ball?"

Gina is horrified to hear of the stabbing on Smithy's wing when Jack arrives in CID and assigns it to Phil. He's quick to reassure her that Smithy is absolutely fine but refuses to let Zain go with Phil, instead sending Mickey with him. Alec explains to both officers what had happened and that the knife used to do it is not one of the prison ones and must have been smuggled in. He also tells them that Hammond is a known bully who pressurises prisoners to smuggle in contraband for him but they can't prove it.

Jamie refuses to speak to Phil and Mickey, staying silent and just glaring at them. Tony and Honey approach Jamie's cell to search it. Tony locks eyes with Smithy but neither acknowledge the other initially until they are alone with Phil and Mickey and Alec. As they start to interview Smithy at the prison, Mickey is quick to reassure him that they're going to get him out as soon as they can.

Smithy explains to Phil and Mickey that Hammond has been putting pressure on Jamie to smuggle in contraband and that he's not handling it well as he's worried about his parole so he followed him to the shower block to make sure he was ok and stop him doing something stupid and he'd said he was "going to sort Hammond." As he arrived Johnson was leaving - with no blood on him - and he turned the corner to see Jamie stood in front of Hammond who had been stabbed but at the time he didn't have a spot of blood on him until Hammond fell onto him and he didn't see the knife or see it being thrown into a corner. Phil asks him if he thinks he did it and Smithy says it's too cold bloodied for Jamie, he honestly doesn't believe that he's got it in him. Mickey explains to Smithy that Jamie hasn't been entirely honest about the reason he's inside. He was the getaway driver for an armed robbery and he never gave up any of the other participants but his actions caused a PC to die after a crash. Several months later another job was carried out with the same MO by the suspected same group as the first and Marty Johnson was sent down for that one.

At the hospital Hammond is stabilised but still unconscious. Jamie is questioned and remains silent at first. Phil tells him they knows what Hammond was doing to him and ask how if anyone else was there. They show him the knife and he refuses to respond. Mickey tells them they're going to do the forensics and he should explain why they're there if he didn't do it. It doesn't look good for him and the least he's looking at is attempted murder. He looks worried but still stays quiet.

Gina hurries over to Mickey when she sees him leaving the interview room and asks how Smithy was. Mickey says he's clearly not himself and Gina tells him to practically order him to send her a visiting order. He promises to and goes to tell Jack to update him. Jack tells him to bail Jamie back to the prison until they know what's happening with Hammond.

Morris is short on patience with Smithy who is pacing back and forth in their cell. Smithy insists he doesn't think Jamie did it but Morris says it all depends on how far someone pushes someone else before they snap. Smithy asks Morris what he knows about Jamie and Johnson being involved in criminal activities before prison and Morris reminds him that he doesn't want to get involved for his own sake. Alec allows Smithy to talk to Jamie, giving him 5 minutes alone with him. He asks him why he didn't tell him that he'd been in Johnson's gang before prison and Jamie tells him he didn't want him to realise what he'd done (causing the accident that killed the PC in the other car). Smithy sighs and sits opposite him, telling him that he saw Johnson leaving the showers. He begs him to tell him what really happened. Reluctantly Jamie starts to open up, confirming that he and Johnson go way back and he's looked after him ever since because he covered for him on the first job. When Jamie told him he wanted to go straight for the sake of his family when he got out, Johnson cut him loose - which lead to Hammond starting. He got a message to tell him Johnson wanted to see him. He thought he'd get Hammond to back off by putting the frighteners on him, but when he arrived Johnson had already stabbed him.

Smithy urges him to tell that to the police officers but he refuses, saying he can't go against Johnson as he'd kill him. Smithy warns him he's going to face life imprisonment if Hammond dies and Jamie insists it's better for a dad to be doing a life sentence than one that has been murdered. He points out that telling the truth hasn't helped Smithy and he's a copper! He promises him the evidence will be found if he'd just tell the truth. Alec opens the door to get Smithy to return to his cell, only for Smithy and Johnson to lock eyes.

Zain walks in on Jack on the telephone to MIT chewing them out about not updating them on Smithy's case "it's one of my colleagues you've got banged up on false charges!" he growls. Zain beams at Jack, FIU have updated him that they have come across something on another of Larson's associates financial files that looks interesting. Through the case that Gina and Dan brought in earlier, it appears that the dodgy landlord - who is proving elusive - bought all his properties, in cash, all at the same time from Pete Larson. It appears that the agent has been charging the tenants more than is on the official tenancy agreement in several cases.

Jack and Zain interview the agent who admits he's only met the landlord once, he doesn't have his mobile details and he doesn't deal with him other than to send him the cash - he is completely hands off with the properties. He won't clarify either way if the landlord is aware of the extra charges or if the landlord is receiving them or if he is pocketing them. Jack just smiles and puts it to the agent that the landlord doesn't even exist...not under the given name at least. He suspects that it is Pete Larson operating fraudulently and puts it to the agent that it's identity theft, money laundering at huge eye-watering amounts and mortgage fraud though - for the time being - doesn't mention Larson by name. The agent insists he knows nothing about Drummond other than managing his properties.

Mickey catches up with Zain and Jack and explains that Drummond does exist and is really known as Joel Gates and he just so happens to be the owner of the loan company that gave Caplan his £25K loan! And he's clearly a business associate of Larson's at the absolute outside... and just so happens to have given an unsecured 25K 'loan' to a low credit score high risk, up to his eyeballs in debt Caplan who just so happened to be the only witness to the murder of Pete Larson's wife and put Smithy, who was having an affair with Pete Larson's wife, in the frame! Not at all dodgy.

Jack tells Mickey to find Phil - he wants to talk it through from start to finish before they approach MIT. They talk through the above and how to prove their links. Jack suggests that they rattle Gate's in the hope that he might make a contact with Larson and/or Caplan to warn them to keep quiet. He tells them to play it only on the Fraud angle officially as that means they don't have to tell MIT anything about it.

Jack leads an 'informal' chat with Gates to tell him that it has become apparent that the agent is likely defrauding him of at least several hundred pounds each month. He tells him sweetly that they're looking into the financial aspects and asks him to make his accounts open to the police to go through for a comparison and makes a joke about there being nothing to worry about unless things are not being declared to the Inland Revenue. He casually slips in that he'd need to inform MIT of his trading name too so that everything is above board and nothing is hidden from the off so that 'the Major Investigation Team' don't get suspicious and start digging further. Gates says he'll have to return to the office to get him the information for his accountant and that he'll update MIT from there too. Jack hands over his mobile number and Jack and Zain watch Mickey and Phil follow him discreetly back to his office. If this doesn't play out as expected, Jack worries they won't be able to get Smithy out of prison.

As an aside (and because I can finally mention him again cos he's baaaack and so is Gina❤❤❤ !) props to Dan for diverting his eyes immediately and literally turning other way after startling a squatter coming out of a bathroom into dropping her towel ❤ I can think of several that would not have been so quick or that would have had to have Gina tell them to!

[theo-mccarthy]

It was at these moments she both loved and loathed the fact TJ had known her since her younger years. Was one of the people who knew almost everything about her, bar a couple of things and even then they weren't such 'important' things. She couldn't help the laugh that fell from her lips, hiding her face in her hands as TJ tried to help her through it. Wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or blushing at the words that came from them. "I'm the biggest wuss right?" Theo posed, but honestly didn't want the answer.

Theo stretched her back out when TJ had finished, nodding her head and standing up. "I definitely need a cigarette," she almost groaned as she followed them outside, picking up her own pack of cigarettes and her lighter from her own jacket. She took one out, putting it in her mouth to light it. "We need to get together soon for a hang out. I haven't spent one on one time with you in forever," she almost whined.

TJ grinned to themselves as they worked, because Theo was wincing and looking in the other direction in the hopes of hiding her face. "Hang in there. Few more minutes." This was the kind of tattoo TJ could do in a couple of hours. All black. Small. Not super detailed. The branches were the most finicky part. "You're so tough. The toughest, babygirl," TJ teased, laughing softly.

"I'm fine. Been pretty booked up over Christmas and New Years. I've been trying to keep an ear out in case anyone has any good gossip." By gossip, they meant anything relating to Obsidian and Grayson's death, but the police were seemingly doing a good job obscuring the details from the public. "There. Let it sit for five minutes, then I'll take pictures and wrap it properly." TJ cleaned off the excess ink and wiped down the skin with anti-septic before putting a temporary dressing on it. "Smoke outside while we wait for some of the redness to go away?" They suggested, standing up to grab their jacket.

[zepuckinghockey]

NHL Wedding Season 2024

We're back again for another summer of NHL weddings! If you'd like to see last year's, check out this post.

If you see something wrong or someone missing, let me know! I'll continue to update this list until September when the weddings fizzle out. I appreciate the replies, reblogs, and asks with corrections and additions ❤️

6/7/24: Adam Larsson: (private wedding, no idea)

6/19/24: Jake Evans: Brendan Gallagher, Joel Edmundson, Tyler Toffoli, Nick Suzuki, Joel Armia

6/22/24: Max Jones: Trevor Zegras, Jacob Bryson

6/26/24: Adam Fox: (looked to be just family)

Josh Anderson: Nick Suzuki, Max Domi, Nick Foligno, Seth Jones, Cam Atkinson, Scott Hartnell

6/29/24: Ryan Pulock: Matt Martin, Noah Dobson, Casey Cizikas, Oliver Wahlstrom, Adam Pelech, JG Pageau, Josh Bailey, Mat Barzal, Anthony Beauvillier, Cal Clutterbuck, Bo Horvat, Simon Holmstrom, Pierre Engvall, Mikey Reilly

Jake Oettinger: Mason Marchment, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Wyatt Johnston

7/3/24: Mason Marchment: Jake Oettinger, Tyler Seguin, Ty Dellandrea, Brandon Montour, Mike Carcone, Owen Tippett, Sam Reinhart

7/6/24: Nic Hague: Cody Glass, Owen Tippett, Zach Whitecloud, Alec Martinez, Shea Theodore, William Karlsson, Keegan Kolesar, Nic Roy

Brendan Gallagher: Cole Caufield, Nick Suzuki, Carey Price, Jeff Petry, Chris Wideman, Tanner Pearson, Nate Thompson, Philip Danault, Christian Dvorak, Jake Evans, Sam Montembeault

7/7/24: Adam Fox 2.0: Ryan Reaves, Kevin Rooney, Will Cuylle, Vincent Trocheck, Jacob Trouba, Barclay Goodrow, Alexis Lafreniere, Blake Wheeler, Jimmy Vesey, Jonathan Quick, Ryan Lindgren, Braden Schneider, Sammy Blais, Ryan Donato, John Marino

7/10/24: Elias Lindstrom: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/11/24: Jared McCann: Jordan Eberle, Yanni Gourde, Vince Dunn, Jamie Oleksiak, Jaden Schwartz, Matty Beniers, Will Borgen, Kailer Yamamoto, Justin Schultz, Andre Burakovsky, Ryan Donato, Darnell Nurse, Brandon Tanev

7/13/24: Jack Campbell: Tyler Toffoli, Jake Muzzin, Kyle Clifford, Evander Kane

Alex Carrier: Frederick Gaudreau, Mathieu Joseph, Jimmy Oligny

Pierre Engvall: Simon Holmstrom, Owen Wahlstrom

Andrew Mangiapane: Johnny Gaudreau, Rasmus Andersson, Mikael Backlund, Noah Hanifin, Erik Gudbranson, Mack Weegar, Troy Stecher, Jonathan Huberdeau

Kyle Connor: Zach Werenski, Evgeny Svechnikov, Connor Hellebuyck, Tony Calderone

Eetu Luostarinen: Niko Mikkola, Lundell Anton, Aleksander Barkov

Tyler Madden: Alec Turcotte, Akil Thomas

Zack MacEwen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/18/24: William Carrier: Mathieu Joseph

7/19/24: Kaapo Kahkonen: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/20/24: Jamie Benn: Tyler Seguin, Joe Pavelski, Jordie Benn, Jason Robertson, Roope Hintz, Joel Kiviranta, Miro Heiskanen, Esa Lundell, Ben Bishop, Luke Glendenning, Ty Dellandrea, John Klingberg

Alex Killorn: Yanni Gourde, Pat Maroon, Brandon Hagel, Nikita Kucherov, Victor Hedman, Zach Bogosian, Anthony Cirelli, Luke Schenn, Ryan McDonagh, Tyler Johnson, Blaine Gabbert, Cam Brate, Andrei Vasilevskiy

Thomas Chabot: Josh Norris, Brady Tkachuk, Tim Stutzle, Mathieu Joseph

Sebastian Aho: Teuvo Teräväinen, Jesperi Kotkaniemi, Seth Jarvis, Antti Raanta, Nino Niederreiter, Jesper Fast, Jani Hakanpaa

7/22/24: Michael Bunting: Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, John Tavares, Jake Muzzin, Morgan Reilly, Fred Anderson, Wayne Simmons, Alex Kerfoot, TJ Brodie, Kyle Clifford

7/26/24: Jake Lucchini: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

7/27/24: Connor McDavid: Leon Draisaitl, Darnell Nurse, Zach Hyman, Evander Kane, Cody Ceci, Evan Bouchard, Vinny Desharnais, Brett KUlak, Connor Brown, Ryan Mcleod, Derek Ryan, Stuart Skinner, Philip Broberg, Warren Foegele, Devin Shore, Kyle Turris, Luke Gazdic, Zack Kassian, Patrick Maroon, Sam Gagner

Carter Verhaeghe: Matthew Tkachuk, Aaron Ekblad, Evan Rodrigues, Stolarz, Ryan Lomberg, Nick Cousins

8/3/24: Travis Sanheim: Travis Konecny, Scott Laughton, Shayne Gostisbehere, Joel Farabee, Morgan Frost, Tyson Foerster, James Van Riemsdyk

Connor Ingram: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Cody Glass: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

8/4/24: David Pastrnak: Taylor Hall, Tukka Rask, Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, Zdeno Chara, Charlie Coyle, Hampus Lindholm, Jeremy Swayman, Linus Ullmark, Torey Krug, David Krecji

8/9/24: Alex Tuch: Shea Theodore, Zemgus Girgensons, Tage Thompson

8/10/24: Tyler Johnson: Yanni Gourde, Ondrej Palat, Mathieu Joseph, Ryan McDonagh, Alex Killorn, Pat Maroon, Reese Johnson, Adam Gaudette

8/17/24: Cale Makar: Gabe Landeskog, Nathan MacKinnon, Erik Johnson, Bo Byram, Darren Helm, Andrew Cogliano, Josh Manson, Kurtis Macdermid

Zachary Sanford: (haven't seen any NHL guests)

Mike Amadio: Zach Whitecloud, Ben Hutton, Brett Howden, Nic Hague, Nic Roy

Andrew Copp: JT Compher, Tyson Jost

Ryan Johansen: Colton Sissons, Luke Kunin, Roman Josi, Matt Duchene, Dante Fabbro, Cam Atkinson, Ross Colton, Miles Wood

8/23/24:

Roope Hintz: Tyler Seguin, Esa Lundell, Patrik Laine,

[tim-pierce]

Starter for @toby-jarvis

When: Present (January)

Where: Outlaw Ink

Tim's mind was full of dark storms. As the clouds rolled and the lightning struck, Tim found himself thinking more and more about the horizon line. Sometimes, the thought of going off the grid, giving up on all the fights that would never truly be won, called to him. He never really wanted any of it -- the brand, the Cowboys, the Roundup; it was just that all of those things made it more likely that he'd win some of the battles just a little more. Yet, as he combed through local police reports from the end of December and paid attention to the news, Tim could see the beginning of a familiar story with a tired ending.

His feet took him from the Roundup to Outlaw Ink. The bell tolled overhead, announcing his arrival, and pulling Tim away from his mind. At the sight of TJ Jarvis, Tim lifted his hand in a brief wave. "When's your next appointment?" He asked. "I had to get out of my office for a bit, but I only have a lunch hour, so I couldn't venture too far."

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 15

Master List | Previous Part | Next Part

A/N: As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me! You are TRULY THE BEST TJ!!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic description of injury, language

Word Count: 6.2k words

The night breeze gently whispered in through the curtains in Senna’s office, seemingly peaceful despite the quiet chaos erupting inside. 

Senna had changed into clothes meant for travel and was currently working on backing up all of the data they’d gathered, transferring files from her holocomputer onto her datapad while simultaneously breaking down any and all hardware that she could. It had shattered her heart to disassemble the comm node she’d spent so much time on for the conference, but they were operating under the assumption that their dwelling would be searched, and the comm node would only serve as a clue as to what they’d been doing on Lothal. 

Exhaustion was starting to weigh her down, but the memory of Fisk’s triumphant smirk haunted her, driving her forward. 

He can’t win. I can’t let him. 

She was also still fuming at Rex. He’d been certain that waiting for leadership to send a pick-up was the correct move, seemingly fearful that if they ran, it’d confirm Fisk’s suspicions and give him a reason to pursue them. But every second that ticked by seemed to wind Senna more tightly. Between every breath, she could feel herself bracing for a detonator to go off outside or for a squad of stormtroopers to kick in the door. It felt as though she was in a trash compactor, and the walls were steadily closing in around them. 

In order to settle her mind, she started inventorying her go-bag yet again. The first week they were on Lothal, Rex had walked her through what to pack in it, just in case they ever needed to make a hasty escape. Back then, they’d still somewhat been at odds. He’d been annoyed, thinking she wasn’t taking it seriously enough. In reality, she had thought he was being a bit paranoid this early on in their posting, but more than anything, she was teasing him for sport. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she tucked her favorite spanner wrench into the side of the bag. 

“You’re packing too many tools. A go-bag should only be essentials.” 

“A good wrench is essential, Captain. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find one that feels right in your hand? Plus this one has an extra joint that allows me to manipulate it in tight spaces and–”

“Fine. You can keep the spanner wrench. But then you can’t take your welder.” 

“I’m taking the welder. And you’re more than welcome to try and stop me. But in my experience, they can also be used as weapons. So, you know, at your own risk.” 

She could still hear Rex’s frustrated sigh echoing in that moment, and something in her chest clenched. 

Things were so different then.

Her fingers absently traced the patch over her blaster wound on her abdomen again. She wasn’t certain if it was because Fisk had pressed into it or just the knowledge that it was what had given them away, but it had been throbbing steadily ever since they’d returned home, reminding her it was there. It made concentrating on anything for too long difficult. 

Satisfied that she was as prepared as she could be, her eyes roamed over the room one more time. It looked closer to the way it had been prior to Empire Day, with parts and random hardware covering nearly every inch of the floor aside from a narrow trail she’d left clear to and from the door. Despite the night being unseasonably cool, she could feel sweat trickling down her back in between her shoulder blades, leaving an uncomfortably damp spot on the back of her shirt. She could hear Rex shuffling around downstairs, occasionally banging something closed or swearing under his breath. 

He’s just as nervous as I am. Even if he’s trying to pretend he’s not.

Flexing her fingers, Senna glanced over at the holocomputer’s display. It still had a few more minutes before the back-up was complete. She searched her mental checklist for anything else she could possibly do while she waited, anything to distract her from her fraying nerves. She’d been so busy worrying about everything else, she hadn’t had much time to even dwell on the fact that each second that ticked away was depleting the amount of time she had left with Rex. Senna violently shook her head. 

You can worry about that after you both get out of here alive and without being captured. 

She sighed forcefully, trying to dispel the sudden tightness in her chest.

There’ll be time to grieve what you lost later. 

Burying her face in her hands, Senna unleashed a shuddering breath. 

Nothing to do but wait. 

It had been a long time since she’d attempted to meditate, but as she continued to struggle to calm her mind, she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. 

It’s what Master Ti would recommend, even though she knew I hated it. 

That thought made the corner of her lips quirk slightly. She’d complained about meditation so much as a padawan, but her master had been patient. 

“I can hear you thinking, Senna.” 

She popped an eye open to sneak a glance at her master. The Togruta’s eyes were still closed, but her mouth was turned upwards in a knowing smile. Even sitting on the floor next to her padawan, Shaak Ti had an inexplicable grace about her, an elegance even in her simple Jedi robes that intimidated Senna and left her in awe. 

“What are you designing this time?” Shaak Ti asked.

“Not designing. Optimizing,” Senna mumbled.

Her master chuckled. “Do you think it will not still be there when we’re done?”

“No, but I’ll maybe have a solution then, so I can fix it right away.” 

Shaak Ti’s sharp, bright eyes had opened then, gazing at her padawan. “Meditation is meant to be when you commune with the Force, Senna. It’s when you connect to the living things around you.” 

Senna rubbed her face in frustration. “But to me, a ship is a living thing. So is all tech, droids especially. Things that come to life in the palm of my hand. All it takes is power. The electrical kind,” she clarified. 

Her master’s smile didn’t falter as she studied her padawan. “That may be, but the way you commune with those living things is very different from how we connect with the Force. Isn’t it?” 

The young padawan considered it for a moment before nodding slowly. “I guess that’s true.” 

“And would you also agree it’s important to connect with both forms of life if you wish to be a Jedi?”

Senna shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not as good at the other connections. With people.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You’re quite skilled at tapping into a living being’s mental state. Your gift first manifested as an extreme empathy, is that not so?”

“It is,” the young girl conceded. “But people are hard. Even if I can feel how they feel, I still don’t always understand them. I don’t always do the right things or respond the right way.” She picked at a fingernail. “Machines and tech make more sense.” 

Master Ti nodded. “You do excel with tech. There is no question of that. But while all of us excel at different things, does that mean that we should back away from the things that challenge us?” 

Senna huffed a sigh. “I guess not.” 

The Togruta Jedi master smiled. “And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” 

The padawan met her master’s gaze and returned her smile. 

Shaak Ti’s eyes crinkled as her smile deepened. 

“Now, let’s try again.” 

Back on Lothal, Senna hugged her arms around herself as she basked in the memory. She missed her master. Most former padawans were still able to access their masters throughout their life, seeking additional guidance or advice when it was needed. But that was a privilege Senna and every other Jedi had been robbed of with Order 66. She would never walk with her master in the temple gardens again, would never share a cup of tea with her. 

But what better way to honor her than to use what she was able to teach me? 

Senna reached for the carved wooden box on her desk, exhaling slowly as her fingers traced the patterns on the outside. 

It’s time. 

Before she could overthink it, she undid the latch, flipping the lid open. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lightsaber. The memories of Kashyyyk felt as though they were looming, but she squeezed her eyes shut, banishing them to the back of her mind. 

No more. Not tonight. 

Her hand was trembling as she reached for the familiar hilt, and she clenched her fist to steady herself, exhaling sharply through her nose. 

Not tonight.

Her fingers wrapped around the lightsaber, and she lifted it out of the box. The weight felt right in her palm, as if she’d been born to hold this weapon. In a sense, she supposed that was true. Her finger found the switch, and she clicked it on. The blade fizzled to life, casting the entire room in a sheen of light blue. The hum was so familiar and comforting, it almost made Senna cry. She released a breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding as she rotated her wrist, slowly moving the blade in a slow curve. Already, she could feel the warmth of the Force reaching out towards her tentatively, tendrils hoping to embrace her if she’d only allow them to. Closing her eyes, she reached back. 

It still didn’t come easily. The static feeling was still present, and she furrowed her brows in concentration, reaching harder. 

Something’s still holding you back.

Senna powered down the blade, huffing in frustration. She blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes, staring down at the hilt in her hand. In the back of her mind, she could almost hear her master’s warm chuckle once more. She laughed softly to herself. 

Maybe it’s time to give some meditation a try. If nothing else, to amuse my master, wherever she is now. 

Clearing a space on the floor, she sat cross-legged and placed her lightsaber on the floor in front of her, closing her eyes and trying to calm her racing mind. Gradually, she slowed her breathing and reached out once more, searching for the last remnants of the wall she’d placed between herself and the Force to see if she could disassemble it. It had been arduous to put in place a year ago, but necessary. Now, she tried not to grow impatient and frustrated as she reached out blindly. 

It’s not a screw to be loosened or a panel to be removed. It’s not that simple. It wasn’t supposed to be. 

The Force surrounded her, but it felt as though every time she reached towards it, it danced just out of reach. 

What do you fear? 

The question popped into her mind unbidden, in her own voice. Her eyes snapped open. 

“Is it fear?” she asked herself softly.

Nothing in the room stirred. 

What is there to fear? 

It wasn’t hard to come up with a fairly extensive list with minimal thought. 

Not being able to connect anymore. Not in the way I did before. It opens me up to danger. It endangers Rex. 

There it is. 

Senna huffed, rubbing her hands over her face.  

But once we leave Lothal, you won’t have Rex. You’ll just have yourself. 

And that will have to be enough. 

She was tired of running from her past, tired of mourning a life she’d lost. 

It’s time. 

Closing her eyes again, Senna reached out once more. 

Let go.

She felt the life around her, the plants, Rex continuing to move about downstairs…

Wait.

And at least two dozen beings outside of the dwelling, heartbeats accelerating with every passing second. 

 No. 

She gasped and her eyes snapped open. Steadying her breathing, she reached out through the Force again. 

Kriff. 

Senna scrambled from her sitting position, creeping to the window and peeling back a sliver of curtain. Both of the Lothal moons were high in the sky, illuminating the street below. She scanned the courtyard and saw nothing out of place, but when her eyes landed beyond the outer wall of the compound, she caught the unmistakable glint of stormtrooper helmets, crouching just behind the wall, pulses hammering under plastoid. 

It’s only been a few hours. We should have had more time. 

She ducked back against the wall, carefully closing the window and allowing the curtain to fall back into place. Anger and frustration surged through her as she ground the heels of her palms into her eyes. 

Think. 

A soft chime caught her attention, and she saw that the back-up had finished on the computer. 

You’ve got to move. 

She disconnected her datapad with shaking hands before scrambling to snatch her commlink off of the desk. 

“Rex, you there?” she whispered frantically. 

“What is it?” Even through the commlink, his voice was tight. She couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or stress or something else, but right now, she didn’t have time to examine it.

Senna held the commlink to her lips as she tried to shove the datapad into her go-bag with one hand. 

“Keep your voice down. Imps are outside. We’ve got to go now.”

She could practically feel the shift in his voice, the captain re-emerging to command the situation. 

“How many?”

The datapad slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. She swore under her breath before finally managing to shove it into the main pocket of the bag, zipping it closed. 

“Roughly a dozen waiting just outside the perimeter wall. I’m not sure what they’re waiting on, but they’re going to be coming any second. Fisk must have more pull than we thought. I’m done backing up and breaking down except for the computer, but we’ve got to go.”

“You got your blaster up there with you?” he asked. 

She grabbed the weapon off of the floor where she’d kicked it earlier, slipping it into a holster on her hip before she swiped her lightsaber up and clipped it to her belt. 

Only as a last resort.

“I’m armed. Just need to grab my jacket and I’m good.” 

“Alright. Don’t forget to take the detonator when you go.”

They had rigged the house to blow in case they needed a diversion, and it had the added bonus of destroying the holocomputer Senna hadn’t had time to disassemble. It was intended to be another last resort, only drawing that much attention if there were no other options, but tonight, it felt as if any alternatives were quickly disappearing, and they’d need any advantage to get out unscathed. Senna strode over to the holocomputer, punching in a full-system wipe command. She knew she wouldn’t have time to wait and see if it completed.

Her comm crackled to life in her hand again as she carefully removed the detonator from its hiding place in her desk drawer and slipped it into her pocket. “I don’t know if they’ve got us surrounded all the way, but they’ve definitely got at least two squadrons. I see another group coming around the back corner of the house.” Rex’s voice was still steady, a comforting even tone.

“That’ll be the other dozen,” she muttered, her heart beginning to thud in her chest. “Great.” 

Slipping her jacket on, she pulled her bag over her shoulders and picked her way out of the room, glancing back one more time at the place that had been her workshop for the last several months. A pang of sadness settled into her chest, and she tapped the doorframe in farewell. 

Thanks for everything. 

Rex’s voice on the comm interrupted her sentiments. “Is the speeder bike working?” 

“Yeah, it should be good. Have they noticed it yet?” she whispered back into her comm.

“Doesn’t look like it. They’re bypassing the shed and heading straight for the back door.”

She thought for a moment. “They may not know it’s ours since it's detached. If you come up here, we should be able to climb out my bedroom window, and maybe sneak across the roof and drop down by the shed. The roof slants towards the street, so if we stay low enough, we might be able to get over there without being seen.”

He didn’t argue with her this time. “Alright, be right there.”

Senna made her way down the hall on tiptoe, patting her pockets and belt one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. 

Blaster. Lightsaber. Datapad. 

A few seconds later, Rex materialized at her bedroom door, handing her his pack to hold while he pulled his cloak on. She searched his eyes and found the same urgency she felt reflected back at her, but there was also an assuredness that brought her comfort. Rex knew what he was doing, and he was going to execute everything as precisely as he could. It reassured her slightly. 

No wonder he got a command so fast.

Quickly and quietly, they snuck through her bedroom, trying their best to not even allow a floorboard to creak. Their breathing sounded incredibly loud, only drowned out by the sound of Senna’s blood pounding in her ears. Rex crouched by the window, peeking out carefully, and she quietly followed suit, bracing one hand on his back as she peered over his shoulder. He stiffened, but didn’t say anything. 

From their vantage point, they could see the second squad of stormtroopers sneaking into the back yard, blasters trained on the rear entrance of the dwelling. 

“No Fisk,” she whispered into Rex’s ear. 

“Did you see him out front?” 

“No.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not here. Keep your head on a swivel.” 

Senna nodded, swallowing hard. Rex turned, and she flushed with embarrassment at the realization that he must have heard her nervous gulp, but he reached back, gripping her knee and giving it a squeeze. 

“We’re going to be fine,” he whispered. “Just keep your trigger finger tight and stay close.” He met her eyes and gave her a tight smile. Senna grabbed his hand, squeezing it back. 

“Will do.” 

He paused. “Also, you were right. I’m sorry.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a stifled snicker. “I’ll be sure to gloat at a more appropriate time.”

He huffed. 

Senna patted his shoulder gently. “Even I didn’t think they’d get here this fast, Rex. We’d be in the same spot either way.” 

She wasn’t sure if her words comforted him at all, but he gave her a stiff nod. 

Carefully, Rex eased the window open that led onto the roof. The cool night air tickled Senna’s cheeks, and she shivered involuntarily. Neither squadron had entered the dwelling yet, and briefly, Senna wondered what they were waiting for. 

It doesn’t matter. Just get moving.

Rex pulled himself onto the roof, crouching low and reaching a hand back to Senna to help her out. The tiles were uneven and slippery, and it took another painstaking moment for Senna’s boot to find purchase. She reached back to close the window, but Rex gripped her arm, shaking his head. 

Leave it, he mouthed. 

She nodded, and the two of them flattened themselves against the roof. The tiles dug into Senna’s knees, hips, and elbows with a biting cold, but she ignored it, following Rex’s lead as he slowly began crawling forward towards the outer wall. Every clink of the tile or shuffle of their clothes sent adrenaline dumping into Senna’s system, making her even more certain they were about to be discovered. 

About halfway across the roof, they heard the blast of a detonator as the doors of their dwelling were breached. A few seconds later, the sound of shouting filled the house.

Rex pushed himself to his feet, reaching down to pull Senna up as well. “Better hurry,” he whispered. They ducked low, picking their way across the treacherous tiles as quickly as they could.

Suddenly, blaster fire erupted from the window behind them. A bolt whizzed close enough by Senna’s face that she could feel the heat from it. 

“There they are! Blast them!”

Rex swung around, pushing Senna behind him as he raised his blaster. She fumbled for the gun at her hip just as Rex’s foot slipped, and Senna heard him grunt as he lost his balance. She gripped his waist, trying to steady him, and his fingers locked around her forearm. He had just barely regained his footing when a stormtrooper ducked through the window and took aim at him. Time slowed down as Senna watched two bolts erupt from the muzzle of the E-11, one striking Rex in his right knee, and the other grazing his thigh. He shouted a curse and shuddered against her, his returning fire wildly peppering the wall of the house near the window as he fell, slipping out of her grasp. His forehead made contact with the hard tiles with a sickening crack. A scream caught in Senna’s throat as Rex slid towards the edge of the roof.

No.

Her heart felt like it stopped beating as she flung her hand out instinctively. 

Please no. 

The warmth rushed through her veins, just as it had when she’d confronted Fisk, just as it had for her entire life until a year ago. Time slowed as Rex clawed at the tiles, trying to find purchase. His eyes met hers as his waist slid over the edge.

“HANG ON!” 

Her blood sang, and she gasped, but she had him, she could feel it, could feel him. 

Another blaster bolt flew by her head, and she ducked enough for it to miss, leaving the smell of singed hair in its wake. She focused on keeping hold of Rex as she reholstered her blaster, instead pulling her lightsaber from her belt. Her thumb grazed the power button, and the saber hummed to life in her hand. 

“SHE’S THE JEDI!” 

Yes I fucking am. 

Senna wrenched her arm with all of her might, pulling Rex back up and onto the roof as much as she could. Her senses tingled, and she raised her lightsaber in time to block a blaster bolt aimed at her chest. She snarled at the stormtroopers as she threw the hand holding her lightsaber forward, pushing two of the troopers that had made it out the window off of the roof. Her arms shook as she kept her hold on Rex, pulling him closer in between deflecting blaster fire. Her fighting form was sloppy, and she knew it, but survival trumped technique in the moment. Senna’s saber hummed as she cut a wide arc, sending at least one bolt back through the window. She jerked Rex towards her again, and this time, she felt him land at her feet. 

Another blaster bolt erupted from near her ankles, and Senna allowed herself a quick glance down. Even in his current state, Rex had his blaster raised and was returning fire, blinking blood from the cut on his forehead out of his eyes. 

“Can you stand?” she shouted over the din.

“Maybe.” His teeth were clenched, and she could see a vein throbbing at his temple. She’d never seen Rex hurt before, and it made anger thrum through her. She banished the urge to embrace that rage, that hatred, instead reaching down towards him.“Grab my belt and haul yourself up! We’ve got to go!” she yelled. 

Rex clasped her hand, squeezing it lightly even now. He cursed loudly as he dragged himself to a standing position, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to support himself. Senna slid her free hand around his waist, slipping her fingers under his belt to hold him up.

“BACK UP.”

She began pushing him towards the edge of the roof, continuing to deflect blaster fire while Rex managed to pick off at least two assailants with his DL-44. The stormtroopers were pouring out into the yard now, having realized their targets were already outside. 

“How many did he fucking bring?” Senna muttered under her breath, sweat trickling from her brow as her muscles and joints screamed in protest under Rex’s weight and the strain of keeping her balance on the roof. 

“Dunno, but I can take out a few more,” Rex gritted out. Quickly, he reholstered his weapon and reached into a pouch at his side, grabbing a thermal detonator and flinging it down into the yard. The blast sent the half dozen stormtroopers that had gathered flying, their screams cutting through the night as smoke filled the air. 

Senna was gasping for breath as she held Rex up, trying to tread carefully on foot placement as they backed towards the edge of the roof. The smoke had obscured them from view from the troopers in the yard, but that didn’t stop them from firing wildly at where they thought their two fugitives might be. 

Just a little further. 

As they reached the edge of the roof, the narrow gap between the wall and the shed stretched out below them. Senna glanced down, trying not to think about how far the fall was. Rex’s eyes met hers. 

“Sorry about this,” she gasped.

Without giving herself another moment to think about it, she tipped backwards and pulled Rex off of the roof with her. She heard him inhale sharply, and briefly, she felt wild laughter bubbling up in her at his surprise. 

He’s going to kill me later. If there is a later.

Deactivating her lightsaber in the air, Senna tried as hard as she could to push away from the ground with the Force to cushion their landing. They still wound up in a heap, but at least not any more injured from what she could tell. Rex was groaning and swearing.

“Why don’t you ever just ask me to karking jump?” 

Clipping her saber back onto her belt, Senna ignored his muttering and grabbed him under his arms, roughly dragging him towards the entrance to the shed. The stormtroopers were already running into the alley, shouting at them to stop. 

Just keep surviving one more minute, Senna thought to herself. If you do that enough times, you might live to see another day. 

Once she and Rex were both inside the shed, Senna slammed the door shut behind them, locking it and busting the control panel with her fist to keep it sealed for a few moments. She helped Rex onto the speeder bike, settling herself in front of him to drive. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she reached down, resting her hand against his forearm. They paused for a moment, the only sounds the two of them catching their breath in the deafening silence of the shed. 

“Got your blaster out?” Senna asked.

“Yup,” he grunted into her ear.

Stormtroopers pounded on the door they’d just come through, shouting commands that all blended together into an indecipherable cacophony.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get through this,” Senna whispered, trying to hide the tremor in her hands.

“Another tall order,” Rex said through clenched teeth.

“That’s unfortunately becoming a trend with us,” she muttered.

“This one’s the tallest.” 

She hummed in agreement, unsure of how else to respond. She could hear the sadness in Rex’s voice, and her chest clenched as she realized he was implying there was a chance these were their last moments together. They could already hear the stormtroopers lining up in front of the main door outside, ready to capture or kill them.

How silly all of this is, Senna thought. All of that pushback and wanting to keep him safe, and now here we are. About to die together. And I never��

“You’re surrounded! Come out with your hands in the air!” A smug voice rang out through the door, muffled but still painfully recognizable. Senna’s lip curled reflexively. 

Fisk.

The anger in her shifted to helpless disappointment.

He’s going to win. 

Her mind raced, but no better alternative to their current predicament presented itself. Senna felt her breath catch in her throat, and she fought the urge to scream in frustration.

This might be it. 

She turned around and looked at Rex. There was a pinch between his brows, and his eyes were sad. Even with the blood and dirt smeared across his face, his eyes still burned fiercely as they found hers in the dark. Her heart fluttered.

You never told him. 

But to tell him now that she loved him, to tell him all of the things she’d been withholding felt like a concession, like she’d accepted that they were going to be captured or killed. And that wasn’t something Senna was ready to do. Instead, she grabbed Rex by the back of the head and urgently pressed her lips to his. She felt him stiffen at first with surprise before relaxing into the kiss, reaching his fingers up to touch the side of her face with the same gentleness she’d come to know as inherently him. The same gentleness she’d fallen in love with. Her eyes burned as she stifled the sob welling up within her. 

She wanted to stay there forever, pretending it was just the two of them, but time was short. The odds were stacked against them in almost every way, but she was too stubborn to give up yet. 

“And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” her master’s voice echoed in her mind.

She pulled herself away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Rex’s for another heartbeat. 

“Just in case,” she whispered. 

“Sure,” he agreed, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “But we’re going to talk about this later.”

She allowed herself a small smile before turning back around. 

“So, I assume you’ve got at least one bad idea,” he said quietly. “You always have one of those.”

“One bad idea is better than no ideas,” Senna countered. Reaching down, she started the bike. “Got any smoke grenades?” 

“Don’t I always?” he joked, grimacing as he reached into his supply pouch again and pulled two explosives back out.

“Alright, as soon as the door opens, toss them under. Maybe that’ll obscure us enough to get through the welcome committee waiting for us.”

“You want a distraction?” he asked. “Why not use the detonator?”

She’d almost completely forgotten about the small remote in her pocket, but adding it to her idea seemingly upgraded it to at least ‘half-baked plan’ status in her mind. 

“You’re absolutely right,” she laughed, pulling the detonator from her pocket. “Alright, big explosion, smoke bombs under the door, drive like a mynock out of hell, and shoot back when they shoot. Any questions?”

Rex chuckled quietly, and the rumble against her warmed her from the inside out. “None from me.”

She took one last deep breath. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

She armed the detonator and pressed the button. The entire shed shuddered and a bright flash briefly illuminated the inside of it as their entire dwelling exploded, completely destroying the place they’d called home for the last few months. Hearing shouts of confusion outside, Senna reached out with the Force to press the button that opened the shed’s main door. The door began sliding up with a groan, and Rex quickly tossed the grenades underneath as soon as the gap was large enough. 

Here we go.

The world around them erupted in blaster fire and smoke as the door slid up. Senna gunned the engine, and as soon as the door was high enough for them to duck under, they rocketed forward. A blaster bolt grazed her left shoulder as they shot out into the chaos, but she ignored it, grabbing her lightsaber and reigniting it again to deflect and blindly cut through as much as she could. There were shouts and screams as Rex’s blaster rang in her ear, the grip around her waist tightening as he whipped the weapon back and forth to cover a wide area with fire. 

Senna felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst through her chest as they tore through the squadron of stormtroopers, running into one head-on with the bike. She heard the sickening thud and grunt as his body hit the front panel and dropped to the ground, leaving a scuff of white plastoid and blood on the bike’s paneling. 

Just survive another minute.

It felt like an eternity, but it was a fraction of a second before they burst out of the smoke, the blaster fire continuing to chase them as they sped away. She didn’t even have time to look over her shoulder at the smoldering wreckage that had once been their dwelling.

“Atta girl,” Rex shouted in her ear. 

Her heart soared. 

Senna tucked her lightsaber back onto her belt as she heard the whine of speeder bikes fire up behind them. Rex turned and shot backwards into the fray. 

“Are we being chased?” she shouted.

“Yup, got three bikes in pursuit,” he confirmed. 

Kriff.

“Alright, let’s see if we can make it out of town and lose them in the grasslands.” 

Senna wove in and out of the city’s streets, the bolts from their pursuers peppering the buildings and the ground around them. She felt the heat of one that got especially close to her shoulder as it winged by and slammed into a wall ahead of them. 

Kriffing transport-grade weaponry. Those pack a punch.

Suddenly, she turned left and saw the edge of the township, the streets and buildings giving way to unpaved grassland. The yellowing grass stood high enough in some places to where they would be able to be hidden from view.

If we can just make it that far. We’re so close.

She heard an explosion behind them and saw the buildings around them briefly illuminate as Rex whooped loudly. 

“Still got all three?” she yelled.

“No, I managed to hit one,” he replied with a tone that could only be described as cheerful. It made Senna smile. “Now we’re just down to the last–“

Rex gasped suddenly, and his body shuddered against her before she felt him go limp. His weapon flew from his hand and clattered against the pavement as they sped onwards.

“REX!” Senna screamed, feeling his grip around her waist loosen. She frantically grabbed his arm to hold him to her while she steered.

“REX PLEASE ANSWER ME!” 

Her pleas were met with silence. 

No. No. No. No. 

She inhaled sharply. 

Think. He needs you to think right now.

Rex had been their rear defense, but now the Imperials were free to shoot at them unhindered. He’d undoubtedly take another blast if she didn’t stop them, or they’d hit the bike, and everything would go to hell from there.

No. 

Senna swung the bike around so that it was facing their assailants, slamming on the brakes. As gently as she could, she eased Rex forward so that he was slumped over the handlebars, and then she leapt from the bike, igniting her lightsaber in the air. 

The first stormtrooper had no time to react as she came down on his speeder, cleanly slicing it and him in two. The second one was further back and had time to respond, firing at her as she charged forward. She deflected blast after blast with ease, her eyes burning and her saber humming in her hand. She felt the anger and hatred seep into her veins, the cold trickle in her blood that she’d felt on Empire Day, and in that moment, did not fight it. 

I’ve come this far. They’re not taking one more person from me. 

“COME ON!” she screamed at the approaching trooper. “COME AND GET ME!” 

She was running straight at the approaching bike now, her hair flying wildly behind her. If the trooper was concerned about a Jedi running full-speed at him, he didn’t show it, hunkering down further behind his handlebars. 

Senna seethed.

Fuck you.

Just as the bike was about to hit her, Senna dropped to her knees, sliding along the pavement. The cobblestones tore at her knees through the fabric of her leggings, leaving her with torn skin and bloodied bruises that she hardly registered. She held her lightsaber skyward, neatly slicing the bike in half along its length. The halves flew over her, searing her cheek as she turned her head and pressed herself against the ground. The bike’s pieces clattered loudly against the street, and the mangled body of the stormtrooper rolled away from her. For just one second, she allowed herself to sink against the pavement, trying to catch her breath before a voice in the back of her mind started screaming. 

RUN! 

Quickly, Senna stood, ignoring the stinging and warmth of her bloodied knees as she listened for more bikes. She could hear them in the distance, but she and Rex would be long gone by the time their pursuers reached this spot.

Senna ran back to her speeder bike. She wanted to check Rex fully, but there was no time. She pushed his body forward so that she would be able to steer, albeit clumsily, and hopped on behind him, caging him in with her arms to hold him in place. Gunning the engine, she reached out with the Force, searching for Rex in it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt him, still there.

But fading fast. 

“Please hang on, Rex,” she whispered as she turned the bike towards the grass and sped off into the night.

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[crow-talks-hockey]

my favorite players from my teams + honorary mentions from not-my-teams :>

Colorado Avalanche (these are top 5 in order btw): Cale Makar, Gabriel Landeskog, Nathan MacKinnon, Mikko Rantanen, Erik Johnson/Pavel Francouz [bonus ones that are very close include Artturi Lehkonen and JT Compher, but then again I simply love all of them nearly equally]

Pittsburgh Penguins: Sidney Crosby, Kris Letang, Evengi Malkin, Tristan Jarry, Kasperi Kapanen [bonus includes Jason Zucker, Jake Guentzel, PO Joseph, Bryan Rust and you get the point I love my teams too much and I'm now realizing how difficult it is to rank them]

Carolina Hurricanes: Andrei Svechnikov, Sebastian Aho, Martin Necas, PYOTR KOCHETOV HE'S A CANE TO ME OK, Seth Jarvis, Brady Skjei/Frederick Anderson [I cannot even begin the list ok, just assume I love all of my boys <3]

Seattle Kraken: Andre Burakovsky, Matty Beniers, Morgan Geekie, Jared McCann, Vince Dunn [etc, etc, etc-]

not-my-teams honorable mentions:

Tampa Bay Lightning- Andrei Vasilevskiy, Steven Stamkos, Victor Hedman, Nikita Kucherov, Brayden Point (basically, I like Tampa except when we play them)

Minnesota Wild- MARC-ANDRE FLUERY WHO'S STILL A PEN IN MY EYES, Kirill Karpizov (this is another team I overall like just not rn cos of standings)

Toronto Maple Leafs- Mitchell Marner (aka Mitch bc who the hell calls him Mitchell honestly), Auston Matthews, William Nylander, John Tavares

Calgary Flames- NAZEM KADRIIII I MISS YOUUUUUU

Washington Capitals- DARCY KUEMPER I ALSO MISS YOU TOO, Alexander Ovechkin and Tom Wilson ish????, TJ Oshie, Sonny Milano

New Jersey Devils- Jack Hughes, Nico Hischier, etc since I also like quite a few of the guys over there even though I don't particularly like NJ

New York Rangers- Igor Shesterkin, Artemi Panarin, Mika Zibanejad

Vancouver Canucks- Quinn Hughes, Elias Pettersson

Edmonton Oilers- Connor McDavid (often debatable tbh idk where he stands for me), Leon Draisitl, Ryan Nugent-Hopkins

Buffalo Sabres- Tyson Jost, Rasmus Dahlin, Tage Thompson

New York Islanders- Matthew Barzal, Ilya Sorokin

Florida Panthers- Matthew Tkachuk

Ottowa Senators- Brady Tkachuk, Tim Stützle

others include Trevor Zegras, Dylan Larkin, Drew Doughty, Arber Xhekaj, David Pastrnak, Kevin Hayes, Carter Hart, Jason Robsertson, Jordan Kyrou (aka one of the only reasons I don't hate the Blues as much as Vegas), Erik Karlsson, and a few others but the point is that I have at least one players from literally every team except Vegas that I like :)

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OC - TJ Jarvis (Naomi McPherson FC); Cowboy Mafia Affiliate

OC - Ophelia Bae (Kwon Eunbi FC); Neutral

The Dally - Robyn Harrison (Kylie Bunbury FC); Hand for the Cowboy Mafia

The Houlihan - Jesse Dorian “JD” Culpepper (Aaron Taylor Johnson FC); Hand for the Cowboy Mafia

[bobbie-robron]

You turned down a crummy job that you didn’t want anyway, alright? Don’t worry. You’ll find something better.

A run in with Dawn has Chloe thinking about her fake pregnancy next steps. Dawn vents about her new job being not worth the pittance she’d be paid to Robert and Scott but both instead encourage her to gain experience while she looks for something else. A defeated Dawn (regarding her cashflow would barely balance with her part-time income) winds up necking wine with Katie. In the end, Dawn turned down the job.

22-Mar-2005

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 358

The Larsons have returned from their holiday and Louise calls Smithy to let him know she's home. He rushes to see her at a deserted park. Meanwhile Pete is spotted meeting a potential replacement for Vince Garrison who was murdered just before they left on holiday. Unfortunately for the replacement, Pete doesn't take him up on the offer and uniform are requested to do a 'casual stop' to arrest him. During the interview he breaks down and admits that Pete was involved in the murder of Garrison in exchange for Sam and Zain having a word with the judge. Sam agrees and passes it on to MIT and NCS to be involved.

Smithy is tasked as part of the search group to find the gun that shot Vince Garrison at the Larson's house. He's unsure if he should be involved and Zain tells him if he wants to miss out on the chance of finally nailing Pete Larson it's up to him.

"I'm sure Sgt Smith can look after you whilst I'm gone..." he says to Louise. Hmm. Does he have his suspicions already? Or could it just be from when Louise and Smithy pretended that Louise had heard noises inside the house and called the police when really he'd come home early whilst they were in bed together?

Louise tells Smithy she can't let herself think that this could be their chance. Not until something is found. She wishes he hadn't involved himself on the search as Pete already has seen him.

Whilst they're searching, Suzie rings Smithy to tell him that Louise is Pete's alibi for the time that Vince was shot. Louise insists she's backing him up - even though she was actually with Smithy at the time. Smithy tells her it's everything they've been hoping for but Louise insists if she speaks out against him she's just as dead as Garrison. She does tell him however that Pete did have a gun the day Garrison died but she doesn't know where he's put it and he didn't take it with them when they went away - it must be in the house.

At the station, Louise calmly backs up Pete's story as she has many times before. Zain watches angrily as she's shown out, only to find out that the witness has folded after a long chat with his brief... who just so happened to have had a long chat with Larson's brief just before that.

Zain rings Smithy to tell him that they have no case now given the alibi and the withdrawl of the statement so to call off the search. Smithy refuses, he wants to find that gun. He tells Zain about it. Zain arrives to help him look and to get the search team gone before Sun Hill officers arrive. They find nothing and Zain gets a call that they're releasing Pete. He's going to drive to the a road they'd have to pass to return to the house and says he'll let Smithy know so he has enough time to leave.

Unfortunately Smithy delays and the Larson's arrive before he can get out. He can't get out the backdoors either - he's trapped!

As an aside, Dan is accepted onto the Territorial Support Group course. Smithy told him in the morning that it had a waiting list and a long one at that. Rochelle tells him congratulations that afternoon because he's been accepted onto the course and knows before he does. When he asks her how she knows, she tells him that Ian (the Borough Commander and her husband/Dan's former Superintendent) told her... and yet he still doesn't put it together and realise the obvious. Poor lad.

2nd aside - amused this episode, 2 months before Christmas at that time, has a very pointed reminder about what can happen if you illegally download stuff from the internet. It's all very 2005 in its discussion too.

3rd - I hate so much that Gina is not here for this, ditto the Gabriel stuff. It's not right, she'd be right in there because her precious boy was in the thick of things. I wish they'd worked their schedules out better so she could be back.

[readingaccountability]

update on titles read!

the invisible life of addie larue - v.e. schwab

the lights of prague - nicole jarvis

the conductors - nicole glover

bath haus - pj vernon

stone butch blues - leslie feinberg

the alchemist - paulo coelho

the silent patient - alex michaelides

autonomous - annalee newitz

the maidens - alex michaelides

the dark forest - cixin liu

a death in door county - annelise ryan

counting by 7s - holly goldberg sloan

the dutch house - ann patchett

the undertakers - nicole glover

saint mazie - jami attenberg

the house in the cerulean sea - tj klune

currently reading:

the bandit queens - parini shroff

a chorus of stones - susan griffin

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