#and enough people DID and it GOT THE FACIST PUT OF OFFICE

[halfricanloveyou]

it’s okay to be angry and hate this shit and you’re right about this but you NEED to vote. local and state laws are always included in the elections. and biden is bad but when you don’t vote people like trump get elected into office and do things like turn the supreme court into a republican majority and take away abortion rights and actively support multiple state level and national level candidates who’s platforms are based on hate, which influences hateful people to vote FOR those candidates.

voting CAN fix this but you all have to register and vote. and show up to every single election every time. you have to research your local and state candidates on TOP of the ones running for president. you have to vote in the primaries.

it’s not like you can go and get mad and storm government buildings to guillotine public officials. if you try you’ll be up against the US military. the only reason the last attack on the capitol was successful is because if they succeeded in killing democratic officials it would benefit the party that holds the most power. and right wing candidates love to spend trillions on the military (and let’s be real, even the democrats do but the republicans do it to a higher degree) so guess who the military is going to protect? guess who the military is going to target as the enemy? do you really think any number of everyday citizens you can try to rally would stand a chance?

biden won’t fix this. your rage and your feelings of helplessness won’t fix it either. voting WILL. you just fall for the propaganda being spread that it’s pointless to vote because persuading far left anti fascists to feel that way keeps them out of the polling lines.

“nothing you do will change the system so why bother voting? it will always be this way, so any candidate that has a platform you support will never win and won’t be able to make change anyways” is also facist propaganda. it’s just targeted towards the opposition instead.

NPR is a great resource to keep informed on political issues. despite what right wing racists claim, it’s fairly unbiased and goes into detail to get the full story without leaving parts out intentionally to turn their stories into propaganda. and please just fucking vote. don’t listen to anyone who tells you it’s pointless and won’t fix anything so you might as well not bother. they’re fucking stupid and they are literally spreading facist propaganda. revolution is great but educating yourself and the people around you is far far more effective than getting angry at people online.

right now it’s almost halfway through 2023, and 2024 is an election year in the US. I have started to see a growing proliferation of posts suggesting that there is no difference between the republican and democratic parties–the exact same kind of posts I saw an awful lot of before the last major election here. I am unfollowing folks who post or reblog these sort of posts, as I consider these posts to be fascist propaganda framed as leftist discourse, designed to suppress anti-fascist votes and voters. 

[saintheartwing]

May the Force Be With You, Pt. 2

"How much is it going to take to get these people off of Nar Shaddaa and as right into Republic territory?" Kendall looked deep into the eyes of the freighter captain as the Krex handled a "moon ball", an orb that, if you concentrated on it with your mind, gave you verrrrry nice feelings indeed. It was almost erotic, really, and was one hundred percent an illegal drug. Well, except on Nar Shaddaa. The Krex captain, like all his kind, was a large, bulky reptilian alien with a big fat horn atop his head like a rhino, large jaws, five-fingered hands and his eyes happened to be a deep orange color with dark, large pupils as he wore a plain set of armor over his frame...and he had ludicrously large polearm strapped to his back.

Kendall was not, by any means, going to let Dr. Morgan or his staff stay on Nar Shaddaa when crime lords were almost certainly going to come by and murder them all. No way, no how. He'd explained the situation to them and they'd all agreed to pool their resources and leave. At the very least, until the heat died down. So they'd stripped the clinic of everything it had, taken all their money out of their accounts and were now eager to get a captain to take them into safer, Republic space. 

"Show me your offer." The Krex captain inquired as Dr. Morgan pulled out a small little datapad with some money from all of them added in. He slid it forward as the Krex captain clucked his tongue.

"Well, not much but...I can get you to...Naboo." 

"Fine. Naboo is fine." Kendall said as he nodded eagerly, the others all nodding as well as Kendall and them accepted the captain's data pad to begin a transfer of money into his account as he led them out of the bar near the space port, and towards his ordinary-looking Corvette-class freighter. Kendall quietly looked into Dr. Morgan's eyes as he gently took his, then each of the other's hands...or Orville's case, a tentacle.

"I just can't go with you. All their focus is on me. I need to try and buy you some time." He insisted to them all. "However little it'll be, I have to try. And now that I know I have some power in the Force, maybe, just MAYBE I can do something to stop them."

"You need help." Dr. Morgan insisted. "Contact the Resistance. They've been speaking with the Republic in secret, they can get you help."

"If things get that bad, I promise I will." Kendall offered. "But I think I know how to handle the Dyad. After all, everyone knows where they live."

Indeed...they did. The Dyad lived in the center of Nar Shaddaa's capital city. You couldn't possibly miss it, it was the largest, most show-offy, biggest tower in the entire capital, as if it was a spike stabbing up into the head of God himself. Other skyscrapers wished they were as fancy and as enormous as the tower the Dyads called home, the 'Dynasty'. A marvel of engineering, the front entrance had guards patrolling at every minute of the day, every hour, loaded up with heavy weaponry. There were security checks at the front doors, more guards on the inside, loaded on every floor with high-powered pulsating plasma rifles. And there was of course the...Pit.

The Pit was outside, at the back entrance. It also had many guards, though not as much as the front entrance, but that was because they didn't need it. The entrance to the back lowered down into, well, a kind of large pit, and there were doorways on either side, save for a single way in and out for "normal" arrivals. Those doorways that were always sealed held wild, dangerous animals that were incredibly hungry at that, and they yearned to devour anyone that came around. 

It was whispered that people whom the Dyad really fucking despised got fed to the creatures in said "Pit". Not that anyone was totally sure, because anyone who went inside wasn't talking. And anyone who tried to go inside never talked about it again. 

Still...the back entrance seemed a better way to get in. Not a single building was close enough for someone to rapport from there to the Dynasty Tower. You couldn't just slide down a rope into a window, the windows were a type of transparent dura-steel. And you couldn't go in on the roof, the very tippy top of the tower had missile launchers. 

Learning about this had been quite the sight. No one would forget it. A ship had actually tried to attack the Dynasty from above, but the minute it got close enough, well, missiles launched from the roof had ripped through it like tissue paper and it exploded in a blazing inferno as people ran for their lives to escape the falling debris. Darth Raize and Darth Furiosa then had a press release put out explaining that if "Any other motherfuckers try anything as stupid as that, we'll barbeque your families with lightning". So nobody tried to get near the roof again. 

No, no, the back entrance would be how Kendall would get in, he decided for himself as he watched his friends leave him, the Corvette cruiser ascending high, high into the starry skies above before he turned away, and began making his way back to the clinic. It was such a sad, empty place now. He quietly rested his hand on his old uniform as he laid it down on the table in the lounge, letting the past wash over him.

Years and years of helping people here in the clinic, getting steadily better, faster, more accurate at the more complicated procedures. He'd felt more fulfilled and happy than anyone probably had the right to be, knowing he was making a difference in people's lives and nobody would ever judge him. Here in a place like Nar Shaddaa, it didn't matter what he looked like or whom he was attracted to, all people had wanted was someone to heal them, and if you did that, you could make a friend for life in some cases. 

It was a good...good feeling...it had been a good life. 

And now it was gone. Maybe...maybe he shouldn't have helped that Sith. Kendall chewed on his lip as he headed into the office of Dr. Morgan, folding his arms over his chest. He stared long and hard at the big, fancy poster on the wall, one of the few things that they'd all left in the now empty relic that was the clinic. "I swear to use treatment to help the sick according to my ability and judgment, and never with a view to injury and wrongdoing. I will keep pure in my life and my art. I will help the sick, I will abstain from harm, especially from abusing the bodies of man or woman, slave or free. I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure." 

He'd taken that a similar vow too, as a nurse. The "Pledge". "I shall abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and shall not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug.

I shall do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. I shall be loyal to my work and devoted towards the welfare of those committed to my care." 

He was a nurse. And when people were hurt and they came to him for help, then...he had to help, didn’t he?

Truth be told though, Kendall had, at first, rather disliked this pledge. It reminded him of an oath to God, and he was very much a non-believer. He'd been so ever since he was young, and his father had been unable to give him a good reason why he had no mother. His dad kept saying that Kendall had been a gift from God. "Just be content. When God gives you a gift, no need to ask why it was sent. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes." His father had insisted. 

Unfortunately, every day he kept getting REMINDERS he had no mother. And people were beginning to say that Kendall's father Morgan Archimedes Cadence Kendall had done some sick, disgusting thing to have a child. First they'd said he'd experimented on himself, and that Kendall was a test tube baby, and somehow "inferior" as a result. Then they'd said no, it was probably worse! He'd sold his soul to the Devil for a child! And where was his birth certificate anyway?!

They'd been kept at bay when his dad was around because his father wasn't just the type who took no guff. He was a crack shot, and even better with a sword, something he'd taught Kendall about when he was younger. His father could separate the head of a bear or a wild cat or a dog from its shoulders with astounding swiftness, as if all others around him were moving in water, but Kendall hadn't been quite as good as him.

He'd certainly tried when his dad had finally died and people had worked up the...courage...to lynch him. He'd fought off quite a few of them, hands, arms, chunks of chest had gone flying but eventually, he'd been overpowered and...and he’d almost died. And the marks of the rope remained around his neck. 

Their final straw had been when they’d found out he’d been seeing that nice, sweet kid. He’d only been a year younger than Kendall, but they were both looking forward to the next year of college. 

“It’s crypto-facist mania, it’s silicone deliria.” Kendall had insisted to Lincoln Ichabod Nicholas Karson. Logosians always had nice, long names and ol “Link” was no exception as the long-haired kid with whitish/blond hair had chuckled as they sat down to eat lunch. 

“Yeah. You’re right. But I like the cafeteria.” He had remarked. “And you know...I know you like me, and I like you, we’ve been kinda...why don’t we just do it?” “You mean...like, right here?” Kendall looked around. Other students and some teachers were now staring at them as the vibrant green eyes of Link gazed back at him. A deep sense of forbidden joy was rising in him as Kendall took Link’s hand. “You know what, you’re right. I don’t want to hide this stuff anymore, this is stupid. There’s nothing wrong with us being in love. Let alone a kiss.”

And with that, they’d kissed. They’d ignored the angry yelling and the boos, and had been lost in a beautiful, sweet moment that had lasted for what seemed like hours before they broke the kiss off, and Kendall had smiled deep into their eyes. 

“Don’t ever change.” Link had insisted. 

The next week...Kendall’d had a noose around his neck. And he had to leave the planet. It was simply too dangerous. He’d promised to keep in touch with Link, and they’d kept up a relationship for a good two years more, writing to each  other, holo-visits, once or twice every few months meeting in secret on a planet close to Logos in disguise, and he’d been happy, but…

But...then one day, he remembered holding Link’s hand, and his hair was falling down over his eyes, and it looked like he was crying. He was saying something but…

But...

Ugh. Remembering the past was dangerous. It led you down a slippery slope, more often than not. Kendall shook his head as he exited the clinic for what was probably the last time, hands in his pockets, one hand thinking about the lightsaber that laid inside. If he had access to the Force, perhaps...he should try out several powers. What if meeting that Sith, finding the saber, had awakened something more in him than just a surprising affinity for lightsaber combat? 

Unfortunately, his attempts to try and get the Force to work for him the way he'd heard of it in stories didn't work so well. About a block away from the Dynasty tower, Kendall gave it a shot at a small construction site infested with some irriating womp rats. The nasty little buggers hissed at him and he tried to reach out with the Force, to feel their minds, to make them leave. After all, a "Jedi Mind Trick" meant your mind could gain power over others. Surely he could make some stupid rats leave.

But no, it was a miserable, miserable failure. The rats just hissed at him, others glancing at each other. Kendall tried again and again, trying to focus on a pinpoint spot, to try and hear that faint humming he'd heard from the lightsaber, that almost musical sound, the moment he'd truly felt connected to the Force, but...nothing. He simply wasn't connecting. He tried, instead, to focus on just levitating a small rock or two nearby, biting his lip, staring at the rocks, unblinking.

Nothing. Not a single rock so much as shifted even a millimeter in place. He tried again, holding his hand out, sweat beads breaking out on his forehead. "Moooove...move, c'mon, MOVE!"

If the womp rats were sentient, they would have been laughing hysterically, because the stupid rocks would not move. 

So he got out the lightsaber and he lifted it up, taking in long, deep breaths before he turned it on, swinging it about. Now, NOW he could hear it, that lovely sound, it all felt so natural, so normal. He tossed a few rocks up, and then began to cut! He twirled the blade about in crisscrosses, he spun it in swift circles, it was as if the entire world around him had slowed to a halt and only he moved. His fluidity was astounding, and when he'd finally finished, he deactivated the lightsaber, looking at the rocks.

Sure enough, they were in neat, astounding, tiny little cubes no bigger than sugar cubes. 

"Clearly, the Force does not want me happy." Kendall sighed. "It does not want me happy, but it will give me this. Fine...fine. I'll...I'll take it." He mumbled. "Okay, Force, look, I will take any guidance, ANY gift you have for me. Really. Go ahead. Hit me with some wisdom. I will never, EVER ask any kind of metaphysical anything for help, but I'm making an exception for you. Anything for me?"

That was when Kendall felt an odd tingle rising up his spine and he turned to look down the block in the direction of the Dynasty tower, up at the very top. His eyes gazed up, blinking. Wait a minute, for a second, he thought he'd seen...something "off". It was as if the air around the tower had shifted and morphed. How strange. It seemed the Force WAS trying to tell him something, something big was happening inside that tower, something that disturbed it, and perhaps he was the closest help available. 

"Well..." Kendall held the saber hidden in his large blue jacket sleeve, thinking of the little...items...he'd put in his belt pouch, and in the pack he'd taken, the same pack that Darth Raize had left behind. He'd filled it up with medical supplies and the weaponry left over that the clinic had to defend itself, mostly things like specialty grenades, and he'd have to make careful use of them as he made his way down the street and towards the tower's back entrance.

Guards of every type were patrolling the "Pit", talking to themselves, chatting it up excitedly. Evidently, Darth Raize had just returned in a fury with her beloved after a dinner had gone VERY bad, and they were talking about raining holy hell on someone, though they had no idea who. But they would soon enough because now Kendall walked right up to one of the guards, who stupidly stared at him, totally astounded that some rando would just walk right up to them.

"Hi, I'm going inside." Kendall said, waving one hand in the air, the other in his pocket as the guard stared at him.

"...are you trying to do a Jedi mind trick or something?" he asked as the other guards began to snigger, raising their weaponry.

"Nah. But it was worth a shot." Kendall confessed right before they realized his hand wasn't in his pocket, but in his pants, and something slid down from out the bottom as Kendall ducked, covering his face.

SHA-THWOOOSH! A flashbang grenade! The guards howled, cringing as Kendall raced forward, pile-driving the nearest ones as those near the back who hadn't been quite as blinded by the light whipped their rifles out. The loud BUDDA-BUDDA-POW of rifle fire rang through the air as Kendall twisted and turned as if dancing on the wind, the lightsaber a-slashing and slicing, deflecting the blows before he deactivated it quickly and slammed both his fists into pressure points on their knees.

The guards to either side of him howled and dropped down, Kendall ducking to avoid more shots as he launched another grenade through the air, a stun grenade that struck one guard right in the chest, sending him cascading back as a loud, powerful explosion ripped through the air, the nearby guards caught in the large stun field as Kendall barreled at them and he leapt up, up, landing on his hands, spinning around and kicking with his legs. 

Kendall was not a good shot. But when it came to close-quarters combat, this was something he was proud of. He had rather long and well-toned legs too, something that people attracted to him couldn't help but notice. He'd been pretty proud of being on the track team at school, and he'd kept up keeping them in shape even after all these years. THWAK-THWAK-THWAK-THWAK! His feet slammed into their skulls, knocking them unconcious as the other guards at the front entrance now had recovered from the flashbang and were firing at Kendall in a near-blind fury!

Well, "almost" recovered. Their aim was piss poor, they were still seeing spots before their eyes, and Kendall ducked and weaved to avoid their rifle fire, giving them each good, solid boots to the head, a nice, coconut-sounding noise an-echoing through the air as his feet found their mark, and he dusted himself off, glancing around.

Well! That had been a bit of a challenge but...so far so good! Every guard was now out cold, and there just remained that pit. He couldn't leap far enough over the thing to just reach the door, no, he'd have to go down inside the pit, cross it and get to the back door. So Kendall decided to just bolt for the door...

As a large, enormous shutter closed over it, and the first door to the pit opened, a small announcement system built into the shutter speaking as he heard Raize's voice. "You do know we have cameras out here, right? We saw you attempting to break in. I would find your fighting skills impressive if not for the fact that someone with true force skill would have done far, far better. You left them alive. We shan't show you the same mercy."

"I know, it's why I'm a better person than you are." Kendall reasoned aloud. "You two are amoral, you threatened to go after my friends, and now you're gonna pay."

"I'm sorry, do you think this is any kind of real conversation? You actually think we're going to come down to watch you die or something? We're on the top floor, butt naked, and eating popcorn off each other's naked bodies as we watch you fail miserably and get fed to our favorite krayt dragon." Raize remarked nonchalantly. 

"You didn't have to tell him we were NAKED." A voice that Kendall was sure was Furiosa whispered back. She had a strange accent he couldn't place. Odd. 

"I don't care if you're naked, I'm into men." Kendall said as he heard a loud, growling hiss, and something big, fanged and reptilian began to emerge from one of the pit's doors. 

"But you're a LOGOSIAN..." Furiosa said aloud, sounding very confused. "...ugh, I will never understand their type, honestly."

"I know, it's rare to see a Logosian atheist, let alone a gay one. But not QUITE as rare...as our loooovely albino krayt dragon." Darth Raize remarked with a chuckle as Kendall stared ahead in shock. My, oh, my, if it wasn't about to try and eat his insides, he might have found it a VERY nice specimen of animal indeed. It was a long, reptilian creature with a horned head, razor sharp fangs, clawed paws, a mixture of alligator and dragon all rolled in one, with scales like gleaming white pearls all across its body, and pinkish eyes that were vibrant and pulsating. 

Kendall cringed, holding the lightsaber up. He took up a fighting position, taking in a long, deep breath as the creature raced at him, and he dove to the side, slashing at it. KRRZZTT! The thing's scales were astoundingly strong, it was resistant against the blade.

"Oh did I neglect to mention that albino krayt dragons happen to be nigh-immune to lightsabers?" Darth Raize inquired with a distinctly smug sound in her voice as Kendall ducked to avoid the thing's swiping, thick tail. "We were able to tame it with pure, raw Jedi mind power. Go ahead. Wow us." 

Kendall was now sweating a little nervously as he fought the creature, ducking to avoid its swiping claws and snapping jaws, the thing's breath was hot and heavy and it reeked of decaying meat. He cringed deeply, the thing lifting its whole body up, slamming its paws down on him at once as he held the saber up.

"ERRGGGHHH!" he panted heavily, feeling his knees buckling beneath the weight! He couldn't cut into the thing's scaly skin at all, really! It was barely feeling this. It was like being hit with a hot stick for the dumb thing. It might have hurt a little but it was mostly just being irritated this stupid, red-haired little morsel wouldn't DIE. 

"Oh my stars and garters, you can't actually use the Force to make it leave, can you?" Darth Furiosa realized aloud. "Oh WOW, you're like...one of the most pathetic Force Users I've ever seen. Any moron who's really, really good with swords can be skilled enough to use a lightsaber, to not even have the basics of Force powers...can you even lift things with the Force? Wow, this is hilarious!" 

"You two sound like supervillains!" Kendall angrily yelled back. "You DO know that, right? You've got the evil lair, you feed people to big, dangerous pets, you wear all dark robes, you kill anyone who gets in your way, and you're in charge of a big criminal empire, I'm amazed ANYONE works for you when you're so obviously evil!"

Darth Furiosa let loose a very loud, foreign string of words that were definitely expletives as Raize surpressed a snort, and then managed to say "And I'm amazed you're still standing. I give you two more minutes." 

This thing was so heavy! Kendall couldn't push it off...his knees couldn't handle much more of this. He had to do something. Fast. REAL fast. Cringing, he shook his belt around, the pouches popping open as he shook his left side. PLOP, another grenade flopped out, Kendall now being pushed down-down-down to his knees! He cringed hard, gasping, his arms felt like they were on fire as he tried to hold the lightsaber up. He only had room for ONE shot. 

He quickly took one hand off the lightsaber and activated the last flashbang as he closed his eyes. 

FWOOOSH! The krayt dragon was blinded, it feeled back, Furiosa and Raize yelling angrily as Kendall, meanwhile, took off like a bat out of hell, running as fast as he could, barreling down the street at top speed, his arms hanging limply, his legs feeling like jelly, yet even then he continued to run as he finally flopped down into an alleyway a few blocks down the way, resting against the wall, and reaching as best he could into his pack, to down a small medical potion.

The balm was soothing. He could feel his injuries beginning to heal, but without a doubt, he knew he'd been humbled. He had been put to the test and he had failed. He had failed MISERABLY. He simply couldn't get past that krayt dragon. And he simply could not, in any way, take on two much more skilled Sith who by now had realized he could only swing a lightsaber around.

They knew he would come back. He didn't really have the element of surprise anymore, and he couldn't overpower the Dyad. 

What was he supposed to do? 

...what COULD he do? 

Well, there was one thing. One place he could go to. 

He had to talk to the Resistance. He had to talk to the Republic. 

He had to find a Jedi. He had to...had to…

“Damn, I can’t keep my eyes open…” He moaned, flopping onto his side, the stress and the damage from the battle finally overwhelming him. 

And there he was. Link. Standing at the spaceport, his hands in Kendall’s. He was trying to say something, but Kendall couldn’t understand at first. But he could hear his own words.

“But you asked me to be this way. You told me to never change. And I did that for you. Because I love you. Can’t we try harder? I’ll be better at this. I’ll visit you more often.” Now...now he COULD hear what Link said.

“That me was a me from a million years ago. I’m not the same person. I can’t ask you to do that because I just can’t be the person you want. And you can’t be the person I want. Both of us are clinging to this...idea...of who we think the other should be, what we should be, but it’s a dream, a dream we need to wake up from. Because we’re not the same people anymore.” “But I love you.” “...and...I love you. You were my first everything, and that’s always...that’s always staying but...but I just can’t. I can’t anymore. I just...I just don’t, Kendall. I can’t help it. I just...don’t love you the way you want me to. The way I used to.”

Kendall awoke with a start, feeling a womp rat nibbling on his hand. He angrily snarled at it, the thing screeching, racing off as he buried his face in his hands, groaning...before he pulled the hands away, realizing his cheeks were wet. 

“...maybe God is real. Cuz it feels sometimes like he really...fucking...hates me.” Kendall mumbled. 

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… “When someone desires information, they ALWAYS come to me.” 

The woman’s face was hidden in shadow as she folded her arms over her chest, looking the droid over. “Don’t go wasting my time with games, 8t88. The Republic wants answers. So explain.” She insisted. The bar was faintly smoky, soft music played in the background from the band as people quietly chatted it up in corners and at tables. Unbeknownst to the black, steely droid who’s clawed hands drummed on the table, she’d set a tiny little tracker droid on him. It had scuttled out of her pocket and onto his leg. If he felt it, he didn’t seem to give it away. “We’ve been tracking a very unusual energy reading from Nar Shaddaa, readings that were sent to us by a very brave inside man that was concerned about the experiments being done by this “Dyad”.” 

“Oh yes, I know about them. It’s a matter of temporal mechanics. They’re examining how the Force influences time and space itself.” 8t88 remarked. His skull wasn’t normal for his body, it was more like a lowly diplomatic droid, with a singular blue eye and an odd speaker-mouth of sorts, a bulbous skull-esque protrusion at the back of his head as he looked the woman over. Very odd, it appeared as though she had a high class disguise on he couldn’t get his sensors to see through. 

He COULD, however, see his bounty hunter guards had appeared at last and they were close behind her, and had drawn their guns. He would have grinned if he could have, nonchalantly spreading his arms a bit. “Needless to say, I actually met your inside man. He’s now inside of a krayt dragon, the dyad didn’t much care for him revealing that to your Republic.” 

The woman looked disgusted. She was about to say something when she felt a blaster sticking into her skull. “Ooh, that looks uncomfortable. I’ll be taking your blaster now, so nobody gets hurt.” 8t88 mocked her as he held out a hand and the woman deposited hers into his. “Now then...my clients, the Dyad, happened to pay me much more than your Republic did. She’d like to know if you have any OTHER inside men in their operations. We want their names. Tell me what they are and these men need not indulge in their...darker sides.” “The dark side? I’ve been there. Do your worst.” The woman said as 8t88 rose up. 

“Well, I suppose that concludes our business.” He coldly said in his mechanical voice as he sauntered out the door and a Gran gunman sat down in the recently-vacated seat, his brother pushing the blaster barrel into the woman’s head more firmly.

“I remember your SCENT. It’s you. Do you remember me, you little bun-haired bitch? It took me three...months. THREE MONTHS for that blaster burn to heal.” “No, no, can’t say I do remember.” A voice rang out before a loud TSSEW rang through the air, and the first Gran’s gun went flying. The Gran across from the woman gasped as the woman held a hand up and THWIP! His gun sailed out of his hand and into hers. “But the streets are filled with trash. Hard to tell one piece from another.” 

From out of the darkness he stepped as the woman clicked a button on her belt, and her disguise faded. Two brown-haired humans, one with hazel eyes, another with brown. One with slightly messy hair, the other with hair done up in a bun atop her head as they smiled at one another. Han Solo adjusted the vest he wore as Leia Amidala Skywalker dusted off the white, sleeveless shirt she had on, smirking a bit at the Gran. 

“Now then...my husband and I will be taking our leave. We really should have lunch sometime, though. Do take care.” She said as she and Han made their way out of the bar, the two Gran brothers looking dejectedly at each other. 

“Nobody told me she was a damn JEDI…” The Gran who’d sat across from her grunted.