#mod jakku

[l-lend]

a/n - This one took its sweet time forming up, but I'm happy with how it turned out. This was after a throw away joke in @photogirl894's Sun & Rain concerning how Kimber and Rina met, so I wanted to take a stab on how they may have met.

Warning(s): depictions of violence, sketchy establishments

Rina's foot continued its bouncing taps as she waited on who else was going to deny her a hit from her mod. Some clone had pocketed it after bringing her into their makeshift brig. A perverse shell game in a sea of identical faces as to who currently held her fix. The durasteel door slid open and the woman tilted her head back. A satisfying pop from her neck sounded before bringing her head forward once more.

“Look I appreciate you being gentlemanly and shit, but you shouldn't keep a lady wait- Huh, well I'll be damned. They get a special one? I'm touched, really.”

The armor clad individual certainly looked the part. The visor offered no tells.

The captor made their approach soon taking the empty seat. The table separating them. The captor's hands slowly going to their helmet.

Rina huffed a laugh as the helmet rested on the table with a muted thunk.

“Well, now I've seen everything.”

The armored woman offered a ghost of a smile, “You're more talkative than with Jesse at least.”

Rina rolled her eyes, “I got a few words for the one who took an elbow to the cod.”

The armored woman sighed, “You were caught nosing around our cruiser.”

“and did you find any tools on me?”

“Could've been a lookout, so what were you doing at the ship bay?”

“Working. I was chasing my mark into the bay. Would've got 'im if your boys didn't pile on me.”

The woman raised a brow, “You're a bounty hunter?”

“Bounties, deliveries, whatever keeps the credits comin'.”

“Maybe we can help each other.”

Rina shrugged, “Don't take offense, but I need more than words.”

The woman produced a small metal box setting it on the center of the table. Rina's gaze fixated.

“Kimber Sallaros.”

Rina gingerly reached out to the contraption bringing it to her lips. Her finger locked on the button firing the device as she inhaled. Her nerves singing as the flavored smoke filled her lungs.

“Rina Caska,” She exhaled with the smoke drifting from her lips, “so what do you need from me?”

Kimber exited the makeshift brig. A clone lieutenant coming to her side.

“She tell you where she hid the parts?”

“No, but she might be able to help us find our thief.”

His hand gently grabbed her wrist, “Kimber, you can't just go offering a meal to every stray you meet.”

“I'm not letting her go out alone, Jesse.”

“and I can't spare any men right now.”

Kimber slipped her arm free of his grasp, “I'll be with her, and we'll be leaving in ten. The sooner we get those parts back, the better.”

She shook her head as soon as she turned down a corridor. Certainly Jakku was different than her home planet, but a person was still a person. Although her trip to the armory allowed her mind to weigh over the decision hoping it would not come back to bite her later.

“Any harm that comes to her will have you shipped off to Coruscant to await trial. Are we clear?”

“I'm reading you, Face. No shady shit. What about shenanigans or tomfoolery?”

Jesse pinched the bridge of his nose. Kimber soon joining the pair towards the main doors. Rina offered the woman a two finger salute.

“Guess you're my sitter for this.”

“Looks like it. Let's get going.”

The women took their leave. Rina not speaking until they neared the border of the ship bay.

“Face still trying to burn a hole in my head?”

Kimber glanced back at the cruiser. The lieutenant nowhere in sight.

“He's gone.”

“Good, you need to ditch your armor for a bit.”

“What?”

Rina chuckled, “No one's gonna give you the time of day when you have 'narc' stamped on your forehead.”

Kimber raised a brow at Rina's bluntness. Her gaze tracing over the plastoid adorning her body.

“I guess it does stand out here.”

The civilian shook her head, “We'll stop by my place and we'll throw some dirt on ya.”

Rina regarded Kimber with a nonchalant side eye, “If it's too much for you, you can plug me with your blaster and run.”

“I'm not going to shoot you.”

Rina took a drag and exhaled a plume of smoke, “Pretty honorable. I'd be sparing with handing that out.”

Rina led her escort through the winding alleyways eventually landing on the threshold of a hut that was a strong gust away from becoming a pile of rubble.

“Ain't much, but it's a place to lay.” Rina excused unlocking the door.

She gestured to her guest and led her inside. Rina made a b line for a stash of clothing folded along a coffee table. Kimber took in the sparse decor. The one room hovel appeared clean, yet it still held the spiderweb cracks of its losing battle with time.

“Heads up.” Rina called as a wad of fabric sailed through the air.

“Put those on. You can keep your pants and braid.”

Catching the clothing, Kimber glanced at the clothing and before looking up to see Rina facing a wall.

“Let me know when you're done, yeah?”

After some time doffing the armor and donning the borrowed shirt and jacket, Kimber adjusted the hem.

“I'm dressed.”

Rina chose to lose her staring contest with the wall, “One last thing.”

The shorter of the two women took a drag from her mod allowing the smoke to coil around her as she pulled open a cabinet door. Her free hand ferreting around until coming away with her prize. The tearing of paper drew Kimber's attention as the woman tore a backing from a square before smoothing the square to adhere to her arm.

“I don't smoke on a job.” Rina explained, tearing open another packet.

The second square was soon slapped near the first. She pulled her sleeve back down to shield the patches from view.

“Alright, let's go to work.”

The pair melded into the crowd as the sun had begun to set. The streets rousing from their slumber. Buildings lighting up with garish neon.

“Next building on your right.” Rina murmured, regarding a two story lit in rosy hues.

The scent of perfumes wrinkled Kimber's nose as Rina approached the counter. An older Twi'lek woman attended the counter.

“Looking for company for the evening?”

Rina clinked some credits on to the counter, “Is Ticia available tonight?”

The older woman eyed up the pair, “for two?”

A few more credits tumbled onto the small stack, “She'll just be watching.”

“I'll get her ready for you.” The attendant smiled, swiping the credits into her hand.

As she disappeared behind a curtain, Rina took in her partner's expression.

“First time at a skin shop?”

“That obvious?”

Rina chuffed a laugh, “Well, brace yourself. Oh, and try not to make eye contact or it'll get weird.”

The elderly Twi'lek woman reappeared gesturing for the pair to follow. Heeding the mercenary's warning, Kimber focused her gaze towards Rina's back. The cacophony of drunken banter and wolf whistles could have passed for the ambiance of 79's, yet the expanses of scantily clad women would probably be more at home in Nar Shaada. The pair was led to an unremarkable looking door among a row of identical doors.

“Enjoy yourselves, ladies.” The elderly woman beckoned them inside shutting the door behind them once Kimber cleared the threshold. A Twi'lek woman sat on the bed. Her sheer garb complimenting her coral complexion.

The mercenary crossed the room folding down into a seat. Signaling her escort to occupy the plush armchair.

“How're you holdin' up?” Rina began, her tone missing its bite.

The Twi'lek ghosted a hand against the side of her face. An angry purple bruise encircled her left eye.

“It 'urts less today.”

She nodded before gesturing to the occupied chair, “Ticia, this is my associate. Kimber, Ticia.”

Ticia brought her gaze to Kimber before her eyes plummeted to the ground.

“Did you find 'im?”

“He gave me the slip when he stirred up the docks, but I'll get him. Has he come back to see you?”

Her free hand clenched a handful of the sheer skirt rubbing the material between her fingers, “Not since I 'ired you, but 'e said work was picking up.”

“You got anything for me? Chop shop he frequents?”

Ticia shook her head, “Nothing about a shop, but 'e works for the rippers.”

Rina's mouth formed a hard line and nodded. A hand wiping across her face to sweep back a few stray locks.

“Think I can work with that.” 

She rose from her seat popping a few credits into her client's lap.

“Get some rest and something to eat. If he shows up, give me a ring, yeah?”

The Twi'lek lifted her gaze offering the mercenary a nod. Rina returned the gesture before offering a beckoning hand to her partner. The pair were silent as they took their leave. Kimber spoke up as soon as structures separated them from the pleasure house.

“Was that from him?”

Rina nodded, keeping her gaze ahead, “Hear he's got a bit of a temper. Unfortunately, that's normal.”

“Couldn't you go to the authorities? Even if you only have a description, I'm sure the-”

The other woman's side eye glance cause the words to fade.

“One: you're not my boss, and two: they don't have the time.”

Kimber frowned, “but she has the credits to pay someone like you?”

Rina shrugged her shoulders, “You'd be surprised. People fall through the cracks when a war's going on. That's where people like me come in.”

Kimber followed her shorter companion, “So are we hunting him down?”

“Nah, he's gonna come to us.”

The mercenary jerked her head towards a building with a flat top.

“How good can you climb?”

The sharpshooter smirked, “Not my first tall perch.”

Rina chuckled as they stopped at the building's side wall, “Well then, after you.”

She sized up the wall before glancing at Rina. A huff of amusement blew through her nose before the mercenary braced her back against the wall. Her fingers interlocking.

With a dismissive shake of her head, Kimber scaled the wall. Her blasters secured to her as she pulled herself up. Once on the rooftop, she leaned down with an arm outstretched. However, the sound impact on the wall drew her attention. Her arm jerking back as she could finally see the origin of the noise.

A set of ten fingers clung to the edge before the owner of those fingers pulled herself up to join the sharpshooter.

Rina huffed once she was up and over the ledge. Her head shaking to shoo away a few tendrils of hair that were out of place.

“Not bad.”

Rina shrugged, “I'm better in big cities.”

Her hand buried itself into a pocket as she found a patch of roof to sit on. She produced a small object, offering it out. Upon Kimber declining with a raised hand, Rina uncapped the canister taking a swig.

“So,” Kimber spoke up after a brief stretch of silence passed between them, “Have you...always been on Jakku?”

“Nah,” Rina replied, coming up for air, “Just here long enough to get some credits and keep flying.”

She tapped the canister against her leg, “You always with your boys chasing armor?”

“Excuse me?”

“My bad, preferring the company of clones.”

Kimber scrunched up her nose.

“What, you're just with a ship full of guys for the thrill?” Rina jested.

“I just needed a change.” Kimber dismissed.

Rina hummed, “So who was he?”

“Huh?”

“The guy.”

“There's no guy.”

The mercenary's amused gaze met the sharpshooter's.

“There's always a guy.”

Rina's smirk grew as Kimber's lips set into a line.

“Alright, spill. Which one?”

“...he's not on the ship.”

“Ah, so a fling then?”

The air between them thickened as silence spread.

“It's not important...”

The mercenary nodded. Her eyes drifted to her canister, “Well...whoever he was, he was stupid to let you get away.”

Kimber lifted her widened gaze to the other woman, who only huffed an amused laugh.

“When you do what I do, you learn to read people.” Rina stashed the canister as she narrowed her gaze, “There's our guy.”

On the street below, a Weequay exited the tavern. His gaze darted to and from clusters of passersby before setting off. Rina crept towards the edge of the roof.

“How do you know it's him?”

“Believe me, I know. He'll lead us back to where your parts are, or I get to beat it outta him.”

They tailed their mark while still keeping their distance.They weaved their way through town until they neared a metal structure. Gutted speeders splayed out like corpses around what passed as a yard. The sharpshooter followed her companion's lead, circling towards the rear of the building.

Rina held a hand to catch Kimber's attention. She silently patted her hip where the sharpshooter holstered a blaster.

“This goes sideways. Three rounds in the air.” Rina whispered.

“They scatter from that?”

“Nah, but the GAR comes runnin’.”

They inched closer to the door. Their eyes met. The shorter woman giving a nod. Kimber pulled out her blaster before Rina tried the door. When it refused to budge, the mercenary launched herself at the obstacle. The door giving way as her shoulder slammed into the surface. Rina followed through with the momentum with Kimber hot on her heels.

The group of neerdowells froze mid-task. Eyes locked onto the intruders. Among the cluster of scrappers, a familiar visage made a satisfied smirk curl Rina’s lips.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“and who the kriff are you, half-pint?”

Rina took a step forward, “Heard you like throwin’ hands. Thought you’d like a girl who’d rough you up for a change.”

The women took cover behind a speeder as the first blasts rang out. Each attempt at gaining a glimpse of the enemy had the women ducking back to safety.

“We need to think of something.”

The mercenary whipped her head to her companion.

“Great observation. Feel free to pull an idea out of your ass, Boss Lady.”

Kimber resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead focused on a glint. A speeder’s mirror lay propped against a pile of scrap. Her fingers curled tighter around her blaster.

                   *Relax, Sunshine. Breath in, hold, exhale.*

The bolt screamed from her blaster towards the mirror and a second later a scraper’s weapon clattered to the floor.

The resulting blaster fire had patrols on their position shortly after the women claimed their victory. The target’s face marred and maimed from a few rounds with the mercenary. Said mercenary admired her handiwork in the holocam.

“Did she need proof you took him down?”

Rina closed down the device, “Nah, but sometimes it helps seeing him roughed up.”

As their quarry was hauled away, Kimber spoke up.

“You were pretty good. You could make a name for yourself.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” Rina chuckled, “but save your pitch. GAR doesn’t pay enough.”

With a nod, the sharpshooter turned to take her leave to the cruiser.

“Hey.”

Kimber turned, a small object tossed in her direction. She snatched it up, a black comm device resting in her palm.

“In case you’re in trouble or need to find some to get into.”

Rina offered a two finger salute before she began to walk away.

“Keep those boys in line, Boss Lady.”

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[projektimpworld]

[Koikatsu] My Hero Academia ~ Kyoka Jiro

My Hero Academia characters card series for Koikatsu / コイカツ

Name : Kyoka Jiro Alias : Earphone Jack Origin : My Hero Academia Costume : Default Birthday : August 1st, Height : 154cm Character Build : Projekt IMP Build version : 1.0 Mod by : Evaan, lucy7, Tansen Profile : https://myheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Kyoka_Jiro

Kyoka Jiro (耳郎 響香) also known as Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack (ヒアヒーローイヤホン＝ジャック Hia Hīrō Iyahon Jakku?), is a student in Class 1-A at U.A. High School, training to become a Pro Hero.

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[twstgameplay]

uwuwu ooh ye so generous, would you happen to have a tier list for all the card? or atleast the ssrs? i think it would be cool to see it!

🍩: Ara~ What’s this~?

Not at all surprised I found such biased tier lists in the draft. Mod Ojitan, Mod Jakku, let’s get rid of these and show them what should be the tier list! Shishishi~

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🦁: Hmph, this should be the true tier list. None of these punks would survive out there in the wild. If you want to aim for the top, you need to have the cunning of the King of the Beasts.

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🍩: Yeah, but some people need to know the support they can get on their tight budget, you know? So here- a tier list from dear Mod Ragi, the R cards that you should focus on!

First! Being cheap doesn’t mean you only have terrible cards, of course~ You’ll want to invest in the four healers first, PE Floyd, PE Epel, Uniform Rook, and PE Malleus. At Magic 1 Level 5, all four of them will get Medium HP UP, and each one in a different magical element: Fire, Tree, Water, and Null, respectively. Power them up and use them as support in Defense tests as needed!

Second! If you have a powerful SSR and you need to activate it’s DUO, make sure to check out the elements of their DUO buddy R card. In this tier I’ve placed the best R support for the Big Three (Riddle, Azul, and Leona) as well as Trey and Cater (since those two tend to be quite useful in Defense tests). But if you have other SSRs, definitely look into which R cards would be good DUO buddies for them!

Third! As I’ve said a couple times now, R cards are mostly useful as support cards. What better way to support than to provide that delicious extra Medium HP/ATK boost from the Buddy Level. The cards in this tier have been placed here because for at least one SSR card, they are a Medium support. Make sure you check out the buddies of your favorite to use SSR cards!

Fourth! Finally, Cards that have Double Elements. (A few are already in other columns). These are cards that have two of one type of element, making them particularly useful in that specific test. PE Floyd and GM Rook both have 2 Fire, PE Epel and PE Sebek both have 2 Tree, and Uniform Ortho has 2 Water. Use them when you know you need that extra push in their respective tests!

How’s that, Jakku-kun~ A budget tier list! Shishishi~

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🐺: That’s a great list, Ragi-senpai! But... What’s with that S tier?

*sigh* I apologize for my senpais.

Alright, let me share my notes on Dorm SSRs. This should make it easier to rank them:

With that in mind, and leaving Birthday Cards aside, I think this should work:

S is for Cards with Double Elements that hit hard!

Dorm Riddle and Dorm Leona are both Attack Type with 2 Strong Hits on Magic 1 and DUO of the same element, you’re in luck if you have them by your side.

Dorm Azul is Balance Type, but he has ATK UP (Medium) with Jade, making him almost as strong as the previous 2, and he’s also a Healer, so he’s great for both Basic and Defense Tests.

Dorm Trey got a category just for him, that’s because he’s the best for Defense Tests, but not as good for Basic ones. His buddies all party up well, so do invest on him if possible.

A is for Heavy Hitters with Different Elements or that have good Buddy Synergy.

Dorm Jack and Camp Ruggie are both Attack Types with ATK UP (Large/1 Turn) on Magic 1, we can hit really hard if both Magic are used on the same turn. Senpai also has good synergy with his DUO Partner (Dorm or Robe Floyd) in terms of elements.

The Leech Twins (Dorm Floyd and Dorm Jade) aren’t Heavy Hitters, but their Elements and Buddies work super well together. You can make many different teams with them for both Basic and Defense Tests.

Dorm Rook is an Attack Type with ATK UP (Medium/3 turns). His DUO is also the same type as his Partner’s (Dorm Epel) and his DUO has Type Advantage over his Magic 1.

GM Ace and SM Jade also have DUO with Type Advantage and they also have good Buddy Synergy (Ace with Dorm or Robe Riddle, Jade with Robe Azul and Dorm Floyd).

SM Vil has Fire Magic Up for Magic 1 and his DUO also has Type Advantage over Magic 1. He’s good for both Basic and Defense Tests and partners up well with Lab Lilia (or Birthday) .

Another special mention for A would be mostly for Defense Tests or as Support, such as Dorm Cater for Dorm Riddle, with same DUO Element and all.

Dorm Epel has a lot of HP and also both debuffs and heals. FG Leona and DW Deuce both have good Buddy Synergy for Defense Tests, Leona with FG, Robe or Dorm Kalim and Deuce with DW Idia and also Dorm Trey.

B is for useful Cards that can be used in different situations. Both Dorm Kalim and Dorm Jamil can be used together for either Fire or Tree tests, that’s to Kalim’s DUO being Null.

Dorm Vil has good Element Synergy with Dorm Leona and his DUO being Null also makes him useful for other Elements if you partner him with any other Leona.

SM Cater is Double Element (Tree) and great for Water Defense, be it with Dorm Trey or with a Jack.

C is for very specific Defense Teams. Dorm Deuce with Lab Ace and Dorm Ruggie with SM Jack. They might work with Dorm Ace and Dorm Jack for All/Null Elements, but better used mostly for Fire Defense.

D is for... *ahem* Poor unfortunate souls that don’t really have an optimal DUO Partner. Dorm Ace doesn’t have any SR or SSR Deuce that’s Double Fire or Fire/Tree. As for Beans Azul, he can partner with Dorm, Robe or Beans Jack, but he’s a Defense Type so you’d want to pair him up with other Defense Cards. While for Attack Teams he has low damage output.

All cards can be used depending on team building, so don’t feel discouraged if your Oshi gets a low rating. This is based on our own experience as well as preference, so just as some of us insists in using the same characters on every team, you can also adapt yours to keep using your Oshi. Send us an ask and we can help with Team Building.

[fuckyeahrebelfinn]

Just noticed how Finn’s and Rey’s outfits in Episode IX mirrors each other.

Both have a light colored vest with the same high collar, and they both have wrist wraps/guards. It seems like Rey’s wraps have been deliberately made shorter - in TFA and TLJ they covered most of her arms but now they don’t even reach her elbows. Finn in the meantime have been given those arm guards.

It’s like they’ve grown closer in the interim between TLJ and IX, and their mode of dress symbolizes that.

~Mod Mara

[cashmoneychiyo]

thank you all for the kind messages (and sorry they’re late)! We really appreciate them ;; the mods here rested well during the holiday season~

[finnreyfridays]

Hey everyone, welcome to this week’s Finnrey Friday! It’s the last Friday of the month, so we’ve got a theme, ofc: Core Worlds/Back to Jakku! As always, the theme is completely optional and any and all Finnrey content is welcome. 

Please @ us in your posts as well as using the #finnreyfridays tag. You can also submit posts directly to the blog!

Any issues or questions, hit us up. Enjoy!

[soaplagoon]

SOAPLAGOON’S STAR WARS SAVE - V1.0

How to Install Save Files for TS4

FEATURES

Lots: 92 Residential; 8 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Haunted Residential; 25 Apartments; 15 Rental (Residential); 9 Rental (Destination); 8 University Housing; 2 University Commons; 5 Parks; 4 National Parks; 2 Beaches; 3 Community Spaces; 5 Libraries; 1 Museum; 1 Arts Center; 3 Retail; 4 Restaurants; 1 Vet Clinic; 3 Spa; 2 Onsen; 7 Gym; 2 Pools; 3 Cafes; 12 Bars; 2 Karaoke Bars; 9 Nightclubs; 2 Lounges; 8 Other; 6 Secret Lots/Worlds; 245 Total

Sims: All EAXIS Originals, 8 Force Ghosts, 1 Dog (Chewbacca), 4 Cantina Musicians, 8 Jawas, 8 Stormtroopers, The Emperor, & More! (~205 Total)

Clubs: 3 Private Clubs; 9 Public Clubs; 12 Total

Holidays: 2 Spring; 3 Summer; 3 Fall; 3 Winter; 11 Total

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REQUIRED CONTENT

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Voidfeather Mirialan Tattoos

Voidfeather Zabrak Tattoos

Star Wars Club Activities

The Bookshelf from This Set (Jedi Archives)

I’ve used most, if not all EPs/GPs/SPs, so please assume it requires all packs including the new Paranormal SP. It DEFINITELY needs Journey to Batuu in order to work as most of the costumes, gameplay elements, etc. are taken from that pack!! It does not require any of the new Kits.

MIGHT BE REQUIRED

Batuu Cookbook Recipes*

*I had problems in my game BEFORE downloading this with making Star Wars restaurants with Batuu food, it wouldn’t work, but I noticed after downloading this mod it started working?? It was probably actually fixed in one of EA’s patches but I couldn’t find any info confirming that. It’s just a nice mod to have.

OPTIONAL CONTENT

Whisper Eyes + Pet Version

Mouth Scale Slider

Base-Game Star Wars Costumes for Batuu

Kylo Ren Outfit No Shine

JTB Twilek Default Replacement

JTB Alien Eye Replacements

Baby Yoda Default Replacement

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Batuu Loading Screens

Sci-Fi Phone Overrides

Lightsaber Duel NPCs

Occult Interactions Unlocked for Batuu

All Social Interactions Unlocked for Batuu NPCs

NPC Control (NPCC)* (Update for Batuu)

*This one really helps with immersion, the mod prevents the game from generating new randomized townies (that are ugly) and instead uses the NPCs included in “Other households”. This helps make sure the NPCs are all Star Wars themed only!

Check out my #s4starwars and #s4scifi tags for more recommended content!

WORLD PREVIEW + LOT CREDITS

Takodana (Willow Creek)

Batuu Palace by Ticaboo55

The Rebels Hideout by HowToLiiv

little Batuu Outpost by elfchenuna

Star Wars Space Bar by ehaught58

Ol’ Ben Kenobi’s Bar by tinalice

Journey to Batuu House by jelenasim18

Oasis by MathildaBtw

Small Jedi Hut by ThaBlueLlama

Batuu Scoundrels Starter by luckyheather

Abandoned Star Wars Camp by DonKiko1

Qui-Gon Outlook by KhanMaul

Pancakes Reno by simsperation84

Star Wars: AT-AT by K0j1K

♥Challenge Input♥ by SimMurrey

Batuu Bungalow by iatyches

First Order Base by Jayocean

First Order Creek by Katieb0bs

Batuu Place by SarahLaCroix

Resistance Home Base by SuddenDrama

Star Wars Live by ezenker83

Home Sweet Home by tacks4snacks101

Secret World - Sylvan Glade Tree House by JaffaBiscuit64

16 Residential; 1 Park; 1 Nightclub; 1 Bar; Gym; 1 Library; 1 Secret World; 22 Total

Tatooine (Oasis Springs)

Lars Moisture Farm by CtrlAltCraft

Ben Kenobi’s Hut by Ender_mBind

Sandcrawler by Xx_Jw0ody_xX

Star Wars on Tatooine by marion0308

Tusken Raider Camp by Ender_mBind

Mos Eisley Cantina by Sbstnsbstnsbstn

Jabba the Hutt’s Palace by Martiqus28

Dystopian Star Wars World by nikkamore

Millenium Falcon by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Batuu Homestead by Lauriarty

Oasis Bar by Daniel_SimFansDE

TOSCHE STATION by Tibbergotchi

Jedi Meditation Gardens by GoldenGeep

Batuu Shopping Post by Arrkkoss

Batuu Vet Clinic by KAKAtune999

The Resistance Eatery by Byaheem

M/TRN Century Robin by Ender_mBind

Resistance Hideout by TheSvenja777 & MAWINA

Resistance’s Post by Lyssende

Home away from Batuu by capricornfox

Little Batuu Market by GoldenGeep

Secret Lot - Forgotten Grotto by MouraMor

9 Residential; 2 Retail; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Park; 1 National Park; 1 Community Space; 1 Spa; 1 Bar; 1 Nightclub; 1 Lounge; 1 Restaurant; 1 Vet Clinic; 21 Total (+1 Secret Lot)

Dantooine (Newcrest)

XN375 by Palakoslip

Batuu Starter Home by MelinaRoxanne

Tatooine Dwelling by marion0308

Tatooine Farm Home by burningsunset

Tatooine-Batuu Home by CaroApfelmus

StarWars Jungle Nightclub by gryphon75

Sandtrap Hideaway by jay7777531

botooa by lilie07h

Batuu Bunker (No CC) by mar1nka

Batuu’s Yuma Heights by marion0308

Sith Temple by Fran_Miyajima

star wars house 3 by malee_zonia

First Order Earth Base by JakeDavidBTG14

First Order Headquarter by TheSvenja777

Star Wars Pool by muschi12345678

12 Residential; 1 Pool; 1 Nightclub; 1 University Housing; 15 Total

Kamino (Magnolia Promenade)

Kamino city w/furniture by NattieNat

EMPRESS’ QUARTERS STAR WA by Kkhofmann19

Club Xeno by theranger0119

Sith QG by Adraborann

Secret World - Sixam Resistance Outpost by DuncanJK3

2 Residential; 1 Retail; 1 Nightclub; 1 Secret World; 5 Total

Yavin 4 (Windenburg)

Tatooine Solar House by marion0308

Micro Star Wars Starter by Redcider97

Star Wars Temple Ruins by barna636

*Batuu Resistance Family* by luckyheather

Ach-to by Jenniferladybug

The Bluffs by heejinpetals

Star Wars Family Home 2 by Suthura

Batuu by Marine07070

Batuu Inspired Home by Tinker322

G.M.O by Jayocean

Batuu Home by Ardthoniel

Dystopian Mansion by KateEmerald

Slipshod Nabtooine by relishturtle3

Havisham House by LadyAmaylee

Ancient Runes by Lithiarch

A Galactic Suburban by IsabellaCortez

Mimsy’s Batuu Cafe by SarahLaCroix

Wookieleaks Library by Redcider97

Club Mythosaur by SarahLaCroix

A Star Wars Home by marion0308

8 Sim Starter + Pool by PaigeAndMaddie

Ahsoka’s House by pluto-sapphire

Star Wars NightClub by bradybrad7

Family Park by KaiXDemoness

Galactic Hub by BigFatHen18

First Order Training Camp by bakon1

star wars batu pool by ShaikA80

11 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Cafe; 2 Nightclub; 1 Bar; 1 Library; 1 Museum; 1 Gym; 1 Pool; 1 Park; 3 Other (1 Island Bluffs; 1 Von Haunt Estate; 1 Ancient Runes); 27 Total

Coruscant (San Myshuno)

Dexter's Diner-Star Wars by RivendellStar

Jedi Temple by bedazzlecat

Star Wars Jedi Temple by GLaChaille

Future Space City Home by Ritpit01

Purple Lotus - Cyberpunk by Mcintyre1981

Rainbows Edge - Cyberpunk by Mcintyre1981

Darth Vader Café by KAKAtune999

Entraînement au combat by oiseaudelune

Senate Building by VirranJ

21 Apartments; 1 Rental; 1 University Housing; 1 Restaurant; 1 Spa; 1 Karaoke Bar; 1 Bar; 1 Nightclub; 1 Gym; 1 Other (Center Park); 30 Total

All of the apartments (21 Total) are by me

Malachor (Forgotten Hollow)

The Emperor in Exile by Simdoughnut

Batuu House by SCUMBAGCOUGARTL

Star Wars House by SergentFrost02

Tinkers Outpost by yoovie_nyc

The Order Residence by MelinaRoxanne

4 Residential; 1 Haunted House Residential; 5 Total

Naboo (Brindleton Bay)

Theed Royal Palace Naboo by Simoniona

Naboo Lake Park by FluffyYomi

The Jedi's Temple by Blair5555

Naboo Restaurant by azafad

Naboo House by Beldochan

Naboo Library by Beldochan

X-70B Phantom Spaceship by Scheinheilig1603

(Deleted) by CYB0RG11RL31

Star Wars Bar by alligrl57

This is the Way by Tibbergotchi

Micro resistance by 3989

Temple Park by Xila31

Naboo Lake House by Purrgil

Naboo Home by Muffindella

Humble Naboo Home by ironicandiconic

Naboo House by mecachis7

6 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Parks; 1 Library; 1 Restaurant; 1 Spa; 1 Nightclub; 1 Bar; 16 Total

Bespin (Del Sol Valley)

Cloud City by Simoniona

Intergalactic Eatery by Chrelizabeth

Batuu Build by Lauriarty

☆ Batuu - Betula ☆ by mnewi1103

Slipshod Mesquite by simplysim0

Slipshod Mesquite by PaigeVW

Rogue Camp by trekkey

XN874 Batuu by Palakoslip

Star Wars Rebel Bar by LoveSimplySim

Nightclub Jakku by KAKAtune999

Batuu Resistance Home by dadaisy232

4 Residential; 1 Tiny Home Residential; 1 Rental; 1 Lounge; 1 Restaurant; 1 Karaoke Bar; 1 Gym; 1 Nightclub; 11 Total

Jakku (Strangerville)

Secret Lab Reno 2 by Llongyfarchiadau

Batuu Springside by SarahLaCroix

Star Wars BAr by Nymmy-Chan

memories of batuu by MaschaBrok & alexmamy

Scoundrels’ Tavern by Blair5555

StrangeLittleBatuu by Marmaduke1102

At-At by Drgluon

The Razor Crest by N7Quinn

Star Wars Starter by MisstoryPlays

Rey's StarWars Jakku home by CosmicBlaze1

Scoundrel’s Outpost by ghostgirlBuilds

First Order Hideaway by xxsithladyxx

5 Residential; 2 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Library; 1 Bar; 1 Other (Generic); 12 Total

Kashyyyk (Sulani)

Stranded... by MrSimfeld

Bounter Hunters’ Den by bedazzlecat

Starwars first order by mcteeezy

Hondo’s Powerhouse by

Smugglers Den by Katieb0bs

Batuu Market Village by Ardthoniel

A Batuu Vibe Waterin Hole by Jayocean

Star Wars Outpost by manimalcracker

Resistace Hideaway by deutschedorie

Journey to Batuu House by PaigeAndMaddie

Jedi Starter Home by SimSimma143

Batuuan Engineer’s Home by PixieBuilder

The Cove Spiral Gardens by Eyeseezya

Dreaming of Batuu by SimsEclaire

6 Residential; 2 Rental; 2 Beach; 1 Onsen; 1 Bar; 1 Gym; 1 Community Space; 14 Total

Ahch-To (Glimmerbrook)

The Shipping Views by Sif_Savage

Batuu Home by Ardthoniel

Batuu house by Niizuma59

memories of batuu by alexmamy

A Star wars Cantina by Rihpley

Secret World - The Magic Realm HQ by SimerlyPoe

3 Residential; 1 Rental; 1 Bar; 1 Secret World; 6 Total

D’Qar (Britechester)

Batuu Bar & Grill by Laireen35

The Cantina by Straggy

Batuu Inspired Home by BaggyBoyd

Jedi Spellcaster Starter by Liferson

Star Wars Batuu House by bethmoseley1

Jedi Temple Academy by RivendellStar

Female Jedi Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Home Base by theschuyler16

Male Jedi Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

First Order Base Home by marion0308

Sith Temple by QueenNefertiti93

Female Sith Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Male Sith Dorms by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

6 University Housing; 3 Residential; 2 University Commons; 1 Library; 1 Bar; 13 Total

Corellia (Evergreen Harbor)

star wars housing by marion0308

Batuu Space Station House by solomhf

*Batuu Art Center* by luckyheather

Star Wars micro-maison by Dragolo741

Underground Cantina by iamamayaxx

(Deleted) by Daniel_SimFansDE

Star Wars First Order by Bonnibelle_Blue

Batuu house by Niizuma59

Star Wars Batuu Home by Arianrhodddx

Ryloth Nook by vixylix83

Resistance Lair by jesswynne

4 Residential; 4 Apartments; 2 Tiny Home Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Arts Center; 1 Gym; 1 Bar; 15 Total

All of the apartments (4 Total) are by me

Hoth (Mt. Komorebi)

First Order Starter Home by SimSimma143

*First Order Family Home* by luckyheather

First Order Onsen by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet) & squirrel996

Echo Hoth Base by Jai544

Coruscant Trades by HIppY_PaNda710

Batuu Sith Altar by nourezzi22

Batuu First Order Starter by Katieb0bs

The First Order Shack by Kyloki_Wolf

Cozy Batuu Home by likethegeneral

Batuu Pod House by jennerlee

Batuu Place by SarahLaCroix

242 Wakabamori (StarWars) by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

243 Wakabamori (StarWars) by me (soaplagoon/sapphomet)

Not Batuu, It Is Tatooine by Chriskager

Secret Lot - Mt. Komorebi Peak by Memories410

7 Residential; 2 Rental; 1 Onsen; 1 Community Space; 1 Gym; 1 Bar; 1 National Park; 1 Secret Lot; 15 Total

Endor (Granite Falls)

Endor Rebel Camp by azafad

Forest Moon of Endor by Lauriarty

Get-away to Endor by jay7777531

Endor Hideaway by simsjah_

Endor Living by yoursimsyodiina

Ewok Village Rentals by Polargirl69

Secret Lot - Hermit’s House by Gryphi

5 Rental; 1 National Park; 6 Total (+1 Secret Lot)

Dagobah (Selvadorada)

Yoda's swamp park by Megafashionista

Dagobah Yoda House by Joellyfish

Dagobah (Star Wars) by CtrlAltCraft

Star Wars Jungle Cafe by gryphon75

Star Wars bar by Kerenza4

Batuu Lair Final V. by luckyheather

Star Wars Jungle House by TheSimStream

4 Rental; 1 National Park; 1 Bar; 1 Cafe; 7 Total

Batuu

Resistance Encampment by Amalathea

Black Spire Outpost by agentcartxr

First Order District by ValRocks123

3 Other (1 Resistance Encampment; 1 Black Spire Outpost; 1 First Order Cargo); 3 Total

Most of these map previews use these fan art maps, they’re optional of course (and sadly there isn’t one for Batuu yet!).

HOUSEHOLDS

^I’ve also done Guidry but he is hidden from the households menu

175 EAXIS + 30 Originals, All are available for download on my Sims 4 Gallery (my username is sapphomet!)

CLUBS

^3 Private Clubs designed so the 4 Cantina Band Members will show up and play music at Nightclubs, Bars, and Lounges!

HOLIDAYS

Set for 14-Day Months

Spring:

Summer:

Fall/Autumn:

Winter:

RADIO - RECOMMENDED CUSTOM MUSIC

How to Install Custom Music

You have to convert the following links to .MP3 to be able to put in your Custom Music folder, if you can’t do that yourself or if you’re having struggles please feel free to ask me, I don’t mind sending the files for you!

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DINNER JAZZ - Cantina Music from A New Hope

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsvfptdFXf4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FVADOLRf54

My Mos Eisley Cantina lot in Tatooine (Oasis Springs) uses only Dinner Jazz speakers, so this will make it only play the cantina music there (if you only enable the custom music)!

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ELECTRONICA - Dex’s Diner from Attack of the Clones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE_aMN0aWA4

Same as above, my Dexter’s Diner lot in Coruscant (San Myshuno) only uses Electronica music, so this will help with immersion there too^

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DJ R3X - Extended Playlist from Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge

DJ R3X already comes with a few of the songs listed here, but I find it annoying that it only plays a couple of the songs from Disney’s decently sized playlist for Oga’s Cantina. I would recommend downloading all of the songs from this playlist and disabling the ones that come with the game so you have the full versions of all the songs:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiNVoBckLqLkZiHccDJk_lYiUrlESFO9z

If that’s too much work, I would at least recommend downloading custom music for the Mos Eisley Cantina Remix:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AydLFrcYNR8

DISCLAIMER

I am a pretty big Star Wars fan, but I’ve only seen the main movies, the Mandalorian, and half of The Clone Wars. I don’t really play any Star Wars video games aside from LEGO Star Wars and the 2005 version of Battlefront II, and I have no experience with Legends or the Extended Universe. I tried to do as much basic research as possible for making this save file, but it is possible that there are some canon inconsistencies with how I made the characters here. Please keep that in mind!

If you have any suggestions on what would be cool to add to this save, please let me know! You’re of course able to edit and use this save as you want, all I ask is that you do not reupload it or claim it as your own. You are free to give people the direct link to my download pages for it though!

Please keep in mind that there are other creators currently working on Star Wars Saves. I do not own the concept of a Star Wars Save, and I am excited for these other save files to come out!! I give permission to all other creators to use my original sims and edits in their saves too. 

[hanleiacelebration]

Author Reveals 🎇

Hello, dear readers and writers-

The authors for the 2020 HanLeia Holiday Fic Exchange have finally been revealed!

Please, visit the collection on AO3 to see who was behind all the fantastic fics we received. Remember that we expect all recipients to thank their author, so if you haven't yet, get on that. And for everyone: Feel free to catch up on some of the late fics and pinch hits, on leaving comments and kudos! Our authors deserve it!

Authors may now also post their fics to tumblr.

Tagging all participants- @amilynh @corellianangel @equusgirl @graciecatfamilyband @hanorganaas @lajulie24 @maggzblair @theforceiswithus2 @jakku-princess @childofthebarricadewrites @princessenator @theorganasolo @otterandterrier @yoyomarules @contrivedcoincidences6 @friskynotebook @ellielstories

We do sincerely apologize for how long this took. We are working on future solutions to keep this exchange more appropriately time-bound, including potentially having a date by which we automatically assign pinch hitters if someone has not completed their fic.

With great affection,

The mods (@equusgirl , @hanorganaas , @graciecatfamilyband )

[nurseofren]

Keeping Your Promise - Chapter 21 (NSFW)

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Read chapter twenty (NSFW)

Title: A Physical Reminder

Words: 7800

Summary: It's decided: today is the worst day to have ever existed, and it just won't end.

Warnings: Dubcon, Ruined orgasm, Torture, Body Mod, Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

ST Rambles: I've had this chapter in the back of my head for literal months and to release it after so long, to have it real and written, feels kind of surreal. For about a month or so I've been referring to this chapter as The Horrible Thing on my tumblr. It intimidated me to write something like this.

[MASTERLIST]

Stark was the contrast from this trip on the Command Shuttle from the earlier one; there was a silent alarm coursing between all that remained boarded, those who were instructed to stay put and keep the ship running so a swift escape could be made if circumstances changed. Four stormtroopers and a stand-in pilot remained with you, two men standing guard inside, two stationed at the ramp out of sight, the pilot pressing a code of buttons you didn’t have the knowledge to care about.

Sounds of battle tore into the ship, the harsh knowledge that destruction was ripping through whatever planet you were on making your chest tighter with each unknown boom or crash. The surroundings were new, though, too much foliage and scenery visible through the crimson transparisteel to be mistaken as Jakku. Taking into consideration the wooziness you’d experienced per seeing this morning’s escapades, saliva vacating your mouth at the memory of the man painted in orange fatality, you figured it would be a smarter decision to stay strapped in. This kept you from seeing the demolition ringing around you, but through the fury pigment of the windshield you saw the raw reality of crashing structures and fleeing crowds. With every scream, not knowing if they were those of the enemy – though that word meant little, if anything, at this point, your greatest foe being your very own Supreme Leader – or not, you shuddered into yourself, eyes kept strictly on your shoes while you attempted to tune it all out.

As war raged on you found yourself, once again, with too much time. Too much solitude. There was barely an effort made to keep yourself from thinking of Kylo, conflicted further with each digital reminder that time was passing too quickly. The nap you’d been woken from twenty minutes ago felt like a waste of the valuable resource. Though you knew he would have left no matter if you’d rested or not, you still felt guilty in taking a moment of peace; today was your last day with him and Snoke’s grip frayed your nerves further with each second, turmoil pooling into frigid pits while you tried to make every moment count.

While Kylo was away you found yourself watching your radar, the tip of your right index finger caressing the delicate face, tracing gently over his whereabouts. In the face of losing him you’d taken a new liking to the tech, feeling an interconnectedness even when you couldn’t see him. In some way it was a reminder that you still had around fifteen hours before you’d lose him, a tangible symbol of your dwindling hope, each patterned flash between the hours and seconds working to dim your outlook.

Far away a cascade of blaster firings sounded, tongue locking between your teeth as you strayed from imagining the lives involved. Even surrounded by catastrophe one thought was coarse in its existence as you analyzed every interaction you’d shared with Kylo this morning; after he’d told you to get dressed and ready to go, you expected, however naïvely, that he’d wait for you to gather yourself. A part of you withered when you heard the elevator leave not a second after you’d crawled out from his covers. You knew he was unaware of how crippling time was right now, but the mindless act sunk into your bones, a sucker punch to your already fracturing heart.

“So you actually saw the escape?” One of the stormtroopers spoke, regarding the one opposite him. They had been speaking for a while but only now did their conversation interest you.

“Yeah.” the second white-armored guard shifted in his stance. Though you could only see his boots you knew that this gave him pride. “One second I was just manning my station and then this TIE goes off the rails, pulling on its docking chain like I’d never seen.

“And it’s been confirmed that Ren’s prisoner was the one who stole it?”

“Ha, yeah, but the real story is how he even got the chance.”

Another crash came, neither of them bothered by the flood of screams that followed it. “Wait, I think I heard something about this before we left for Takodana. It was a pilot right? The traitor?”

“No, man. It was one of us. A soldier. A brother. Sick isn’t it?”

“But if the traitor was one of our own… how’d they escape if neither knew how to pilot a TIE?”

“Well obviously one of them did or we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?” The one being questioned was growing tired of it.

There was a short pause between the two, neither knowing whether to bother to continue the discussion. An influx of commotion came into hearing distance; grunts, explosions, and weaponry all creating a disjunct melody of mayhem while you remained the only passenger amongst the four to notice the rising urgency growing closer with each second.

“Yeah, well,” the first said, “at least we’re not in the mess, right? Better to man the ship than to be the one defending it?”

The second soldier was no longer enjoying the other’s company, tone becoming increasingly curt. “The Captain assigned me to Ren’s detail six weeks ago. Out of nowhere. To say I’d rather get shot at out there than ever have to babysit this ship again would be an understatement.”

“Hey! It’s not that-,”

The first soldier’s recoil was barred when familiar footfalls came into earshot, heavy boots falling against the thick metal of the on-ramp stealing his words and replacing them with an interrupting chaos. For the first time since watching him leave the ship you looked up from the floor, fully anticipating his fists to be in some entanglement of rage or stress. But they weren’t. Actually, his fists were nowhere to be found, his hands too busy holding the limp body of a tatter-wearing stranger. He stood at the threshold and regarded the pilot, your only focus keeping steady at the way his gloved fingers bit into her knee, an unfounded pang of hurt skipping into your pulse as you remembered he’d held you just the same only hours prior.

“Set course for Starkiller. Instruct complete retraction to all active units. We’re done here.” Kylo was all business; cold, corporate words to match his tone before he turned toward you.

This was something you’d never planned on; seeing him with another woman, no matter how rugged and grimy she appeared, brought conflicting emotions. On one hand your first inclination was to hate her, to assume she was the enemy and that she deserved what was coming to her, to see her in the worst light as a part of you still held a hopeless claim on her captor. The other part of your brain, arguably the more logical and caring portion, felt that same bit of ill-placed fear as you had for Dameron. The news that the prisoner had escaped had brought you a peace you shouldn’t have felt, one that would be noted as treasonous just as your fear for him had been earlier. Now, that fear refreshed itself as you caught view of the girl’s lifeless face, training taking over as you took two seconds to find her chest moving at a steady pace. She was breathing. She was alive in his arms, lips parted as unconsciousness draped over her.

The engines roared beneath your feet, pitching upwards as the final crowd of passengers flooded in behind your Commander, all of them racing to strap into the chairs lining the walls, the ramp ascending and sealing the ship before it latched with a click. Kylo made no such move, his stance staying put and steady as the ship rocketed into the bright sky, the Force keeping him upright during the propulsion. He stood analyzing you as you were him, his stare evident and concentrated through the helmet, the cowl adding another layer of mystique to his already intimidating appearance. Your attention had barely left the girl, an obvious effort to not feel the jealousy you knew he would sense burning beneath your skin while he observed you.

For some reason her presence irked you, dug claws into your restraint as you fought to control your emotions. It’s not like it would matter if she was anyone important to him anyway; in a few hours you wouldn’t be, so what purpose was there in hating her? What point was there to feeling anything for him anymore if it would all be worth less than nothing by the end of the day? There was none. No point or purpose to allow this stranger any influence over you. Although the longer you stared at her, examined her through the eyes of a person and not a nurse, you lost more and more resolve towards letting her presence get to you.

A madness rose just behind your eyes, not yet seeping into your demeanor but residing just enough to keep you from caring too much about her. It was not like you to wish harm on someone, and you weren’t entirely, but, in comparing your regard towards her to that which you had for Dameron, you found yourself simmering in a state of envy. Kylo had once called you a nobody, no matter how rooted in anger it had been, but for him to treat this person, this nobody, with the gentleness he’d only shared with you this morning? You wanted to scream, wanted to rip into him every ounce of petty rage the sight was causing you.

“Officer,” Kylo said, head tilting just enough to clue you in to the warning the notion was.

The Command Shuttle left the blue atmosphere and was once more swallowed by the black of space, stars zooming past as you finally looked into his visor. Under his stare you felt your shoulders relax, let yourself breathe as you caught onto the fact that you’d been displacing your anger on the innocent girl. What you felt while looking at her was jealousy, you couldn’t dismiss that fact, but while peering into his visor, feeling his eyes so intently on yours while he kept your gaze, you realized you only felt it because of the truth that awaited you in the pressing future.

You would never be held by him in such a way after today. Never again would you feel his arms around you. This envy was rooted in the fact that you had been her, but you would soon never have the chance. And in meeting him through the mask you dissolved the feeling. What a waste of the remaining time you had with him to care about someone so foreign and superficial to your life. He was here now, even if just to set eyes on, and you were determined to keep him from observing your spiraling any further before you had to drown him in it. Neither of you deserved to feel time’s bludgeoning presence, but you settled on bearing its weight yourself, sparing him until the final moment.

“Master,” you said back, head falling against the durasteel while you allowed one full sweep over his impossible frame, careful that no hidden heads were looking your way before permitting the faintest quirk of your lips. The gesture was for him, hoping he’d be thrown off the trail of your uproar of emotions even in the slightest way.

When the docking bay came into view, the floor growing closer as the ship settled into its landing, you found it difficult not to think about how different you’d felt when leaving here this morning. After receiving the alert for the departure you’d hurriedly gotten dressed while dreading coming into contact with Kylo again, settling on the fact that it would be easier to lose your trial than to live a life with him. Another twinge of regret wrapped your lungs in jagged constraints when thinking about the time you’d wasted, though you couldn’t have known then. There was so much misery twisted into you, anger you thought belonged to your Commander, rage you’d learned had nothing to do with him.

As the engines settled and the ramp descended once more, you watched distantly as blurry white figures moved about and away from the ship. In their vacating you knew that time was wearing on, felt it wrap tighter around your heart while you listened to the unmistakable footsteps of your Master wander off into the distance. Clasping your palm around your watch you kept yourself from checking, knowing it would only frighten you in its ever-passing reality. Time had become an overwhelming factor in your knowing Kylo; it was now a catalyst to both your introduction and your severance. However devastating, you still didn’t wish to take any of it back.

After undoing your safety harness and standing from your seat you went to exit the ship, your phone buzzing at your hip just as you stood centered under the threshold. It was Mason. Another reason for the current glut of guilt accumulating in your stomach. With an anchored lip, teeth threatening to draw blood, you accepted the call and all that it entailed, half-thankful for another opportunity to delay Snoke’s task.

“Mason, look, earlier… I wasn’t. I hadn’t. I just got back from—” slowing down and taking a breath, you searched for the right phrasing that would reveal just enough to quell his impending interrogation “—I’m sorry for my outburst earlier. I haven’t been having the best day. Work stuff, you know.”

“I do know, young officer.”

Frozen in place, blood turning to ice, your eyes fell from focus and you stumbled left towards the support of the hatch’s frame. The slithered, malicious tone was engrained into your soul, its sound now too familiar and fatal to be mistaken. Snoke sounded far away, voice too echoed for him to be holding whatever contact device he was using. Panic planted new thorns in your stomach at the realization that Snoke was calling from Mason’s phone.

“If he’s already dead you have nothing to bargain.”

A low roll of what sounded like tainted amusement rattled through the electronic frequency. “Don’t worry, here he is now.” A muffled shriek sent your hand away from your ear, agony ripping through Mason, his face vivid in memory of the first time you’d heard him like this.

“I haven’t gone against you!” Spit sprayed as you spoke through gnashed teeth, Mason’s cries turning into distant groans. “Let him go or the offer-,”

“The offer isn’t yours to bargain, stupid girl.”

“The stupid girl found a loophole in your plan, didn’t she?”

Another stream of cries filtered through the phone, hand clasping around the hard edges of the threshold. “For some reason I believed you held this physician to a higher esteem,” Mason pleaded your name in a thrashing tumble of suffering, “my mistake.”

Mason only grew louder as Snoke paused to let you hear him, to let you listen to your own doing. You knew what Snoke wanted and how to make him stop, your eyes closing in defeat while you swallowed what remained of your resolve.

“Tell me what you want, just stop hurting him.” Life left your voice, failure and shame prickling into your eyes.

“The only thing that’s changed is the timetable I offered. Your little stunt has worked against you.”

“When? How much time do I have?” A stray tear fled salty over your tongue, teeth trapping your quivering lip.

“You have exactly sixty minutes to keep your end of the deal. Consequently, that’s the same time your friend will cease to exist should you fail.” There was a cruel amount of pleasure and matter-of-factness coiled into the mention of your failure.

“I don’t know where he is, and I doubt he wants to be interrupted with whatever he’s doing.” The stranger’s face passed momentarily through your mind, imagining she had the same fate as the prisoner.

“For your friend’s sake, as you’ve offered no notion that you care for your own life, I suggest you find him.”

“You’re sick, you know that right? Doing this? Hurting him this way?” Your watch read a quarter till nine, steps leading you mindlessly down the ramp and into the bustling Elite center.

“Maybe. Though, I’m not the one hurting him, am I?”

Hauntingly low laughter overlapped with your frustrated growl, feet stomping in no particular direction as you scanned the room. “Fifty-nine minutes now, officer. I’ll be expecting your call, though I am sure I will know when you have completed your task.”

The call ended before you had the chance to scream at him, though it would’ve attracted more attention than you wanted right now. Shoving your phone back into your front pocket, the seams nearly busting at the force, you threaded both your hands into your hair, clutching at your scalp as you walked in circles in an aimless attempt to find Kylo, not remembering which direction he’d gone when he’d left the ship.

The only place it made sense for him to be would be in an interrogation room, but you didn’t know where those were on Starkiller. Anxiety rippled in hot waves down your spine, pulse quickening as you looked down to find you’d spent two minutes pacing about in indiscriminate paths.

Realization hit you. “Okay, I deserve to die for being this fucking stupid!” Holding your left wrist up you watched the radar grow and shrink in distance, making a few confusing laps until you found the direction which indicated you were heading in his direction. The watch had only been a hinderance until today, and you were finally using the advantage it offered.

Racing past the faceless soldiers, looking side to side as they observed you with confusion, you kept focus on the red radar, feet moving faster the closer you moved towards him, not paying attention to where your legs were leading you. A few stormtroopers tried to chastise you, yelling for your attention as you ran past them. But you could hardly hear them over your fumbling thoughts, trying to piece together a believable performance to try and convince Kylo you wanted to quit.

Every phrase that came to mind met you with a crippling sense of fraudulence. Your time with him this morning, the purposeful portion you’d taken to be with him before it was too late, was now backfiring. How could he believe something that would so blatantly sound like a lie? There could be no conviction when there was no truth to prove in the first place. Why had you done this? Even if he did believe you, you’d cause more pain than you intended just by allowing him to come so close to your heart, to see in your eyes and hear in your praises how much he meant to you.

He knew the real truth, felt it as your tears streaked down his back, though now you felt exceedingly grateful you hadn’t verbalized the depth of it. In all of this you had to remind yourself that you weren’t the villain, that you were protecting your friend and saving your career, but it was impossible to see it that way when guilt tugged at each stride. With each pace you questioned your speed, conflict obvious in understanding you were on a timer while also acknowledging you were running headfirst into heartbreak, catalyzing the inevitable with each new hallway you turned down.

This would be the worst thing you’d ever do, no matter if you died today or next week or in a hundred years. To hurt another person – chest tight when remembering you’d so often questioned Kylo’s humanity in the beginning – so entirely was in complete opposition with who you had become; your position was to heal him and provide a sense of safety to aid in that process. Now, as you started down a heavily populated hall with display screens mounted above each doorway, you found yourself running to do the exact opposite, racing to harm him and steal the security he’d entrusted you to offer.

Two stormtroopers stood guard at one of the doors to your right, blasters at the ready while their voices became clearer with each distance-stealing stride.

“Dude, I’m just saying it’s not that bad being assigned to Ren’s detail. Actually, I’m glad the other guy got booted, he seemed… off to me. Like he didn’t-,”

“Okay! I get it! I don’t want to hear about-,”

The two men stopped talking when your hands met your knees while you fought to catch your breath, sloppily checking your watch and finding you had fifty minutes before the clock ran out. Swallowing, gulping for air, you pleaded with them in harsh, simplified requests.

“Mas- Commander. Ren. Where. Now. Tell me.”

Coming up from your knees and wiping your forehead you saw them look at each other, considering you in the current state of chaos in which you resided. Staring between them and your watch, you grew impatient.

“Seriously. I need to speak with him. Now!” Desperation cracked your voice, heart torn between saving Mason or sparing Kylo, each holding an equal portion of it.

The first one, the talkative one, began to speak, his automated voice fading just as quickly as it had come before both of their heads turned to their lefts. They quickly stood to a higher degree of attention, the action bringing you a heady sense of déjà vu from graduation. Solace and suffering struck you as your pounding head stopped to listen for the approaching footsteps, contradiction dizzying you before you turned to face him.

He was still masked but the cowl was resting in a collection over his shoulders, hands relaxed at his sides as he stepped closer. You didn’t know what to say. Nothing came to mind as you stared pleadingly into his visor, wishing that somehow he could hear your thoughts instead of just feel your nerves.

“I need to-,”

“Speak with me. I heard.” His words were clipped, the stress of the day sinking into his tone.

“Okay, well I have to-,”

“You’ll have to wait, I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

The door between the soldiers hissed open before Kylo stepped to enter into the room, your heart heightening to an unimaginable pace as indecision and time stabbed into your lungs. A flash of time, a flicker of Mason’s face, an echo of his screams – all these things amplified in your mind in a split second. This was it. It was now or never. No more waiting, no more delays. Despite every effort, you had to accept the truth: Mason would die if you failed Snoke, but Kylo would live regardless.

“I quit.” Quick, short, and loud was the statement, tight fists balling at your hips while your eyes shut in defense.

The hall lulled in its buzz, voices hesitating as you felt the eyes of countless strangers fall on every part of you. To match their vacant voices was the sudden disappearance of any footsteps. In your purposeful blindness, you knew the words had stopped Kylo in his path.

Swallowing, taking a slow, superficial breath, you looked at him. His body was half turned toward you now, fingers flexing apart and then winding together. With every word you began to drive the knife deeper into his soul. The blade was double edged, though. “I ha… I have to quit. I’m quitting.”

The onlookers went back to their business after five silent seconds, their own worlds still spinning no matter if yours was soon to be thrown off its axis. Kylo turned so his whole body faced you now, slow, harrowing steps carrying him closer. The helmet at his shoulders was an eternal hinderance. Even when his face was visible you struggled to get a sense of what he was feeling. But you could only assume, could only anticipate, there was a new foundation of confusion or doubt moving the tiny muscles of his face.

“Officer, we will discuss your employment later. For now I advise you to return to your residence.”

“There is no later. I ha…” No matter how many times you attempted to say the three words, the second would always falter before completion. “I’m done. I’m quitting.” Your eyes hit the floor, reflection mocking you in your pitiful attempt towards conviction. “I quit.”

Kylo’s vocoder crackled out a huff of exasperation. His head turned to address the two men standing guard at the door, a hiss sounding as it latched shut again. “Remain here until I return. Update me if the Scavenger’s status changes.” His visor returned to you, staring for a moment too long before he walked past you with the silent expectation that you were to follow.

Passing down two more hallways, taking one left turn and a right, you grew in terror with every stride, noting the diminishing timeframe at your wrist every ten seconds. There were far less people in the first hall, and none in the second. A door came into view, its frame fortified and industrial, the display screen above it turned off – or dead, as the surroundings appeared to be that of a decommissioned sector. With a harsher than normal sound, it slid to the left to allow entry, Kylo stopping just before he entered to allow you past him. He was analyzing you, undoubtably, and you coveted his ability to keep his intentions hidden so well.

Soft, cautious steps filled the quiet of the dank room, the overhead light flickering when it came to life, a fluorescent buzz adding to the symphony of silence. In the center was the same apparatus that Dameron had been positioned on, this one much less agile looking, its fixtures outdated and dust-covered. Neglect was evident in the way the entrance shrieked shut at your back. With elbows bent and fingers locking together just below your ribs, you kept your face from him, keeping a watch on the time. You needed to do this, but how?

Kylo was a predator when he needed to be; watching he prey from a distance, keeping his steps light and thoughtful, getting just close enough so you weren’t entirely sure how near he was behind you. Though, currently, you felt more like the hunter; alone with him you waited to strike on an unsuspecting victim, not entirely planned or strategical, but nevertheless predacious.

He wasn’t talking. And you couldn’t bring yourself to say the horrible things Snoke had instructed. You were at a standstill, not knowing how to move next, not wanting to move at all. But you had to, you knew this; the absence of a path that offered peace for either party was the foundation for your hesitance. When you left here, the only person to benefit would be Mason; a third party you so desperately regretted roping into this.

His draught of words charged your nerves; he didn’t know what he was waiting to hear, he couldn’t know – that was the fact that made this all so terrible. The pain you were feeling was the same you were meant to poison him with; it was purposeful and calculated and cruel, just like its perpetrator. But you were the messenger, and to be killed would be preferred to the latter of delivering words you knew bore the explicit and extensive intention to harm their recipient.

“I quit.” No other words would form. None that wouldn’t sting anyway, so you just kept repeating the two, hoping you’d finally accept them or find some inkling of truth in their outward expression.

“I heard you the first three times. I just don’t know why you’d say it at all.”

He was asking for the falsehoods you were avoiding speaking, simultaneously stalling them and trying to gather the will to say them. This would hurt him no matter what. Time would only run out and harm both of the people you loved if you didn’t do this. Sparing one for the other felt hopeless. It was.

“I hate you.” Three flat syllables fell in pattern, their existence stoic and empty.

A static cloud of incredulous amusement left him. “No you don’t.”

Turning in sloth, you leveled your features, bluffed stoicism crowding your eyes in hopes it’d form your own mask. Unblinkingly you stared into his visor, trying not to bite at your cheek, hands coming down to relax at your sides. “Why wouldn’t I? I have every reason and right to.”

Leather squeaked out of sight; it appeared your façade was working. “Maybe you should. You don’t, though. You don’t even want to.”

“You can’t tell me what I feel. I hate you.” Each repetition was an attempt toward belief.

“Fine,” Kylo said, challenge evident in his tone while he took a step forward, your ankles catching on the bottom of the angled table. “The least you could do is try and prove it, as it is nowhere to be found in either your words or your presence.”

“I don’t have to prove anything.” There was an arsenal you could draw from, weaponized sentences that would floor him, that you knew could convince him. All of it had been true, or remains true, but you didn’t want to use any of it. He didn’t deserve this at all. It was excruciatingly unfair.

“You aren’t ignorant to the fact I can feel everything you do. Why are you lying to me?” He was growing increasingly frustrated.

“What would I gain from lying to you, Kylo?” Only the life of your closest friend, but that’s all. “Have you considered I’m just now telling you the full truth?”

“I don’t consider absurdity,” your name gritted through the vocoder.

“What is so absurd about me hating you?” Shifting barely, you grappled for the wrist restraints for support, steadying yourself, looking up to him through two masks, only one hidden. “You’ve only ever hurt me. The only nice thing you’ve ever done for me is have that termination notice signed and ready to go.” Each word was a dagger to your own heart, no matter if he was convinced yet.

A pointed indication that your coaxing was working, however ashamedly, was obvious in his statuesque stature. Kylo was crowding you, your chin grazing his chest with each brusque breath he took. This was torture; this was true agony, wrathful and writhing as it thrashed against your soul.

Everything in you was adamant in its desire for him to keep his face hidden; the last thing you wanted was to see his expression right now, to watch all you’d built with him tear down in seconds.

“I signed that as a requisite to your assignment. Should it have been necessary it would’ve been available for your immediate termination.”

“My immediate termination,” you recoiled, taking in stride his answers to avoid hurting him. Angering him was an easier route. “Ever since the beginning you’ve doubted me, I swear.”

“It’s never been necessary!” He was beginning to believe you. In your chest you felt your heart splinter.

He took another step forward, bumping you back onto the table, feet catching on the ledge as two metal restraints came over your ankles, eyes wide and flat while you drowned in the immensity of his presence.

“What? Are you gonna hurt me again? Strap me in and torture me because I don’t want to be here anymore? That will only make me hate you more, Kylo.” You swallowed, locking your tongue to the roof of your mouth to keep your chin from betraying your true feelings.

“You don’t hate me!”

“Yes I do!”

In a storm of black, his arms flung upward and tore the helmet from his head, throwing it so it crashed with a riot of fury against the wall, a dent no doubt left in its wake. Two gloved hands came warm and quick over your cheeks, pulling you into his face and drawing you to his lips. There was need obvious in his attack, his fingers quite literally locking you to him. He caught you off guard, your mouth moaning with his same fervor in the first half second of connection. But you couldn’t do this, allowing it would only cause him more pain.

“Kylo, no,” your hands twisted bruises into his wrists while you tried to pull him away, trying and failing to ignore the etherealness his touch inspired. “We can’t- I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not?” His body pressed into yours, the angle of the table allowing you to feel his weight, relish in his size. He wasn’t listening to your direction, completely lost to his own agenda to convince you of what you already knew.

“Because I don’t want to.” He felt so good, home and comfort blatant in the effort it took to pull away.

“Really?” One of his hands clutched into your hair while the other raced to lift your skirt, dipping into your panties and pushing two fingers into your slit with ease. “You’re lying!” He growled, his hand’s presence forcing another moan, pleasure twisted in your core when an accidental buck dragged his fingers closer to your entrance.

“You disgust me!” Insults were your next line of defense, petty and pointless as they were.

Kylo grunted, the seams of his gloves teasing your core. “I disgust you, huh?” The thick digits hooked into you, a shudder of breath coming with their arrival. “Is it how I can make you cum harder than anyone you’ve ever been with?” The firm pad of his thumb found your clit, raised and ready, and he began winding into it, bolts of seething joy igniting as he brushed over it repeatedly. “Disgusting how you’ve never wanted anything more than this—” his tongue slid onto yours, nose panting gusts of lust onto your cheek while his fingers began pumping into you –” how you need it? Those were your words right? Earlier?”

He wasn’t fighting fair, and you supposed you weren’t either, but you were the one with the hidden agenda. Kylo was bearing it all while you worked to conceal the pain it brought you to tell him these things, the way every second brought you closer to saying the words you knew would tear through him just as they had done to you.

“You’re so fu-full of yourself—” your head glittered while you sunk into the grip of the climax you felt coming, teeth clamping together and blocking his tongue from yours. “How would you even know if you were the best I’ve had? Take a look in my head, I’m begging you to find you’re wrong!” It was a way of pleading for him to go digging so he could see Snoke, half hoping he could at all when you remembered Snoke’s act of torture when you first stepped before him.

Kylo had tunnel vision, lips pressing into your jaw when he couldn’t lust after your tongue, fingers working you faster, harder, knuckles skating in and out with a delicious friction. Release stuck in your throat and burgeoned in your belly, an unmistakable glow festering into fruition.

“Why should I waste my time when all I’d find is how you think endlessly about every encounter we’ve shared?” His cockiness almost brought a smile to your face, and you were sure he could feel that strike of glee that encouraged it. “You’re going to cum for me like the slut you are—” it was chaotic, the spiral of pleasure he was twisting into you, your nerves shining for him with every purposeful movement of his hand “—and then you’re going to go to your residence and wait for me—” a falter of reluctant, stifled groans fell unbidden from your agape mouth “—so when I get there I can give you the time needed to drill into you—” he sucked at your collar bone, canines biting into the taut skin and your back arched into him “—that I know you, I feel you, and you’re an awful. Fucking. Liar!”

Holding on by the last thread of resolve, you gasped and gulped. “You ruined my life.” He wasn’t going to allow you to do this without hurting him. “You nearly killed my friend. You took my free will.” All of this was forced through a tight jaw, your hands prying him from your neck so you could stare into him with the power you needed to strike him down.

Looking deep into his eyes, savagery etched into his visage, you brought his face closer so his nose nearly touched yours. Sweat was dripping down your forehead, slipping beneath your thighs on the now slick metal, your throat swallowing back spit while you sharpened the daggers you were about to send through him. Maybe not entirely conscious of it, his hand slowed, your release faltering and diminishing while you stared through him.

With the flattest possible expression, focus fuzzing purposely as to not see the damage you were about to cause, you held him entirely with just your eyes. There was something you couldn’t place just below the surface, its presence aching and sharp while you watched his lips attempt to mimic the stoicism of your own. Nearly imperceptibly, his chin was quaking; unsure if it was from a stressed jaw or from that sharp emotion stabbing into you, your blurred vision caught the red face of your watch in its periphery. Time was draining. This was it.

“Kylo,” you began, your other hand reaching to clasp around his forearm, knowing hearing his name would make the cut deeper. Permanent. “There is nothing you can do, or say, or force that will ever change the fact that I hate your very existence.” You swallowed, hoping your fear felt more like rage. “Everything you do – killing innocents, hurting the people I love, stealing my free will – and everything you are is a wretched scar on my life.”

Every single sentence went right through his back and stabbed through to your heart. It was miraculous, yet disturbing, how your voice had fallen into winter so easily. Guilt broke past the levy of your soul, heart turning to ash while you observed every bit of light fade from his eyes. “I said earlier I wouldn’t forgive you. That was the lie. I can’t.” Maybe the tears forming would be masked by the sweat he’d inspired.

The next words would be the harshest, the conclusion to everything. He’d called you on it earlier, but now it would be agonizingly true: you were lying to him. “Ever since you came into my life, every day I have wished, hoped, begged that I never met you. Pleaded that the infamous Kylo Ren was a stranger, and I suppose I partially got what I wanted. You have never been more of a stranger than right now.” Another break before your final statement shattered all you’d come to know for the past three months. This would be the act to secure Mason’s life.

Dropping your hands from his neck and forearm, he remained in place, his own hand having left you completely now, his eyes nearing the vacancy of his touch. With a whisper, you completed your task. “You are an irredeemable bastard, Commander Ren, and I want nothing more than to forget you exist.”

Hollow were the eyes which mirrored each other, emptiness enveloping him just as it had you. A transaction of turmoil. An exchange of hearts as Kylo’s had stopped while Mason’s would beat on. Through two razed pupils you felt his soul shrink into him, saw the man you loved shatter into dust.

Nothingness equipped him with a lifeless gaze, a flat voice, and a crushing shadow of decimation. “I trusted you.”

And to tie it all up with a gnarled, muddied, tattered bow. “I never asked you to.”

The walls you’d just laid foundation for were audible in their construction, flagrant over his face as he backed away, eyes proximal in the physical sense yet entirely distant in their expression. You didn’t know what to do, unsure if to leave him here or to wait for him to leave first. Venom burned at the ashes in your chest, starving you of air and shattering your temporary mask with each dead measure of time.

Pushing up from the metal, you looked down to your ankles, still bound to the table as you were in shame. There were no words you could think to say, nothing you could do to remedy this level of severity. In the second you’d stolen to look down, Kylo Ren’s eyes had returned to that of the person you’d met the time he’d taken your will. It chilled you, and while watching him, forgetting to move, you found you no longer could.

All at once your head crashed back into the metal, your arms flew outward, and every restraint – a pummel of metal over your forehead, a bite into your wrists, and a reinforcing clobber over your ankles – latched with a shroud of metallic shrieks. Along with the physical detention, a familiar, compressing weight came to reside over your chest, every breath you took barely life sustaining.

“You can leave here. You can quit—” stalking steps approached, eyes peering around to find him in your periphery “—but you will never forget me.” Kylo Ren loomed over you now, death salient in his eyes. “I won’t allow it.”

The white stone of his face drowned in a haze of brilliant red, the familiar frequency stunning your ears and stabbing your skin with the rippling rage its presence promised. Parted lips permitted a tired wince, desolate eyes staring into your own, skipping down your chest, and landing on a region unknown to you.

“Let this serve as a physical reminder of all you’ve vocalized here.”

Blinded in silent fury, his visage remained vacant. Out of sight, a gloved hand smoothed your skirt onto your abdomen, an emblazoned heat quickly replacing it with burning wrath. Bile rose in your throat, your eyes clasping shut in defense; no matter if you couldn’t see, the darkness offered by lidded eyes worked to take you from reality, knowing there was nothing you could do or say or scream that would convince the sadistic stranger to spare you.

Accepting fate, you shredded your teeth into your lips, staggering broken wails through a muting muzzel as the plasma blade made first contact with the skin of your upper left thigh. Sweat beaded as more muted shrieks shattered in your throat, the weapon passing down once and lifting. In the time it was away from your skin, not ripping into you with the deflected pain of its brandisher, you took in a series of deep breaths and lifted your lids. The Kylo you loved was nowhere to be found, and you knew and accepted that he never would be again, watching him concentrate with a creased brow just as the plasma bit another line, seemingly perpendicular to the first. There was no reaction to your hummed howls, still not allowing yourself to scream your pain into existence, not ready to accept why when his face peered back up to yours.

The absence of the chrome-slat helmet disadvantaged him in no way; the devoid person who had earlier removed it had formed a new mask, one fueled by the frenzy you’d fabricated from phony truths and forced rejection. Looking between your eyes, a stranded soul stared down to you as one more burning strike lit into your skin, a mirror of the second as it dragged down just slightly from its starting point.

A suggestion of a snarl bit at his upper lip as his face returned to its original state of smooth, flecked marble. The restraints unlocked and sheathed themselves back into their original hidden state, the exit opening behind his shoulder. “Leave.”

Fire pooled in your leg, chin trembling while absorbing every inclination to express the suffering that singed into you. With heaving breaths you smelled your injured flesh, nauseated and dizzy thinking about the pattern he’d etched. You didn’t want to scream at him, didn’t feel like saying anything at all, really. There was something shameful barring you from expressing any, or any more, cruelty toward him, keeping you from hating him for the hurt he’d wrought.

No verbalized goodbye would ever be enough to undo what had gone on in this room. Gingerly, you stepped off from the apparatus with the unaffected leg, dragging your shoe from the ledge until it fell flat next to the other. Swallowing, you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, taking one final look at the mess you’d made, shuddering away before he could see the tears stinging to life. In an effort to keep from stressing the muscle beneath the branded tissue, not taking a moment to examine it yet, you kept the injured leg tensed, hobbling into the hall and away from Kylo Ren.

When you took your final step out of the second hall he’d led you down, you hopped against the wall, finding you’d met your timeframe. Ten minutes remained. A cruel thought of overachievement panged at your temple as you reached for your phone, panting through heavy, hot streams of hurt.

The line barely finished the first ring, your mouth starting a sentence only to be interrupted by the sinister slithering of Snoke’s cadence. “You’ve proven more honorable than I previously credited you for, young officer.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, well. Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Mason. Where is he?”

“I’m a man of my word,” Snoke said, an obvious twisted grin in his words. “When I felt the death of your connection – which, I am truly impressed at how completely eviscerated it is – I dismissed the Physician. I have no use for him if he’s dead, after all.”

The most insignificant spark of relief lit and died in the same breath. “The deal, then? My trial?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

“No. No! You promise me or i-,”

“A pleasure doing business with you, miss,” the way he swirled around your last name made you want to erase it entirely.

The line went dead, your screen went black, and your blood turned cold. With a jolt of unadulterated and uncontained wrath – for yourself, for Snoke, for all of it – you chucked the device into the floor. Not checking if the screen had already cracked, you stomped on it once, twice, three, four times as a collection of the screams you’d accumulated grated against your throat.

Only when you stumbled against the wall, your leg stinging against its injury, did you stop your tantrum. Maybe tantrum was the wrong word. This display of frustration had been earned and was not that of an errant child who couldn’t have her way. Though, you didn’t get what you wanted, and you knew you never could the second you stepped into that room.

With this knowledge and an unsteady gait, you stuck close to the walls while you began your venture back to your residence. With each step you shattered more, a trail of broken hopes and severed ties following in your path, a shadow of their own looming from the depths of the disheartened soul it sprung from.

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Welcome to the 2020 Reylo Fanfiction Anthology: To Rapture the Earth and the Seas

Dear writers,

We’re so excited to have all of you as part of this year’s Anthology, To Rapture the Earth and the Seas!  Please note that while we post on various social media platforms with updates, we use email for all communication and our emails will have information not found in our social posting. If you didn’t receive an email from us, please let us know!

The next step for the project is submitting outlines. For the outlines, we look for everyone to have a clear idea of where their piece will go and for a clear link to the natural element for which you signed up. Each fic’s focus should be the relationship between Rey and Kylo/Ben, and it must be something that can be completed in the given time and word limits. Information about how to submit will be in your email inboxes, and please submit your outlines by April 7th through Google Docs. We’ll reply to you to let you know we’ve read your outline as soon as we can! 

As a reminder, here’s our schedule:

Anthology Timeline

Sign ups:  March 13 - 27

Welcome email/Official sign ups announcement: March 29

Outlines due: April 19

First submission deadline: June 28

Second submission deadline: August 23

Final and AO3 upload deadline: October 18

Final publication: October 24

We also host a Discord chat for participants of our projects to talk about the project, Reylo, writing, word wars, and just getting to know each other. Please email us or contact a mod individually for a link to the chat!

Finally, below is the list of this year’s writers, organized by element, with Tumblr URLs and/or AO3 usernames. If your information is wrong or something needs to be changed, please email us and let us know.

Aurora borealis

@goodboysweatertm | goodboysweatertm

Avalanche

@shelikespretties | Vivien

Bespin

ReyNimanSolo

Bioluminescence

LilyandLeather

Blizzard

@cobwebbing | cuddlesome

Rikachan101

Blooming

@fangirlintheforest | FangirlintheForest

@miss-stealyourgirl-lister | itsnotillegal

bugs_not_bunny

Blooming Flowers

@radioactivesaltghoul | radioactivesaltghoul

Changing leaves

@venetum | venetum

@jgoose13 | JGoose13

Changing seasons

@my-jedi-life | MyJediLife

@januarywren | Januarywren

msbutterfingers

Continental Drift

Zrofyre

Cosmic Force

chagrins

Crystallization

@laser-swords | duckindisguise

Cyclone

@thirddeadlysin | ishie

Dead Sea

adhocpeacock

Decay

@nuanceismyjam | walkingsaladshooter

@transpogrrl | Zabeta

Desert Rain

@han-not-solo | madeupgirl

Dormant Growth

@ceallaigheirinn | Ceallaigh

Drought

@politicalpadme | politicalpadme

@themoonxii | babythalasiren

@reylotrashcompactor | Reylotrashcompactor

Earth's rotation

@flyinglowdown | MahoganyDoodles

Earthquake

@ludopstudio | ludopstudio

@fangirlabbie08 | abbytheatre08

@tiaraofsapphires | Tiara_of_Sapphires

Electromagnetic Winds

@shadowrenwrites | ShadowRen

Entropy

@Fingertipstrembling | misszeldasayre

Erosion

@halfwaythroughit | HalfwayThrough

Fire

@thehobbem | thehobbem

Hellyjellybean

@starcrossreylo | starcrossreylo

Flood

@reyloner | Dalzo

@supremeprince-bensolo | immortalpramheda

@informalmajesty | InFormalMajesty

Force Cave

@wombathos | wombathos

Force lightning

@maq-moon | maq_moon

@kuresoto | kuresoto

Frost

@forcebondedreylo | iamladyloki

Genesis

@misscoppelia | misscoppelia

Glacier

@apisa-b | apisa_b

Gravitational Force

@darksideofme-reylo | DarkSideOfMe

@writergenie | Writergenie

Gravity

@clock-work-crow | ClockworkCrow

CoinToYourWitcher

@sarah-todd115 | FoxAnomalie

Growth

@wantisamlindyla | wantisamlindyla

Heat Wave

@orkindofamazing | VeriLee

@ladyofdragonstone | ladyofdragonstone

Hoth

@pandoraspocksao3 | Pandora_Spocks

Hurricane

@jadeddiva | jadeddiva

@obversa | Obversa

@fangirl-outlet-very-much-needed | Fangirl_outlet

Impact Event

@omfgreylo | starfleetjedi

Jakku

@therealther | Thereorhere

Kamino

@hellomelusine | Melusine11

Lava

@cellar-darlings | cellardarlings

Lightning

@finalfantasyx | RedPaladin465

@kitsushel | KitsuShel

@z3phryn | Zephryn

Magnetosphere

@a-nerd-obsessed | aNerdObsessed

Metamorphosis

@qotsisajakk | qotsisajakk

sphaerae

Meteor Showers

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Mistral

Bombastique

Monsoon

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@reylo-targaryen | reylo-targaryen

Mountain

@thekesselrun | La_Catrina

Mustafar

@politicalmamaduck | politicalmamaduck

Nature Reclamation

@bastetwrites | bastetwrites

Oceans

@reylotrash711 | reylotrash711

@luminoustico | OccasionallyCreative

@biekewieke | Biekewieke

Phototropism

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Polarity

@crimsonalchemistress | crimson_alchemistress

Pollination

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Radiation

@yourstrulycommandershepard | Yours_Truly_Commander_Shepard

Rain

jaxink

@okpianist | okaypianist

@shruggyben | shruggyben

Rainstorm

@tmwillson3 | tmwillson3

@trashqueenkyloren | SymmetryLocked

@allthatandacupofcoffee | lovingdriver

River

@persimonne | persimonne

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Sandstorm

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Thundersnow

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Thunderstorm

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Tidal Force

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Tidal Wave

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Tides

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Tsunami

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Volcanoes

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Waves

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Waterfall

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Whirlpool

Destini

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World Between Worlds

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shiera

[l-lend]

Oh whoops, @photogirl894 my keyboard freaked out and made this. But for real, I'm liking S+R a lot so uh....enjoy this fan fiction..of your fan fiction.

Warning: bit angsty, smoking

Inspiration: @photogirl894 's Sun and Rain and playing "The Real Folk Blues" on repeat

The brunette jerked awake. Ghosts still lingering in her dreams. A life so long ago. Snatched from her by a cruel galaxy. The smell of smoke wafted in from the common area of their temporary lodgings prompting Kimber to roll out of bed. Her helm laying with the rest of her armor in a chair echoing the life ripped away from her. Shuffling into the common area, she soon found the culprit. Another woman planted on the sofa with her back to the commandeered rooms. Her colored hair giving an almost bluish tint with the light of the holo film before her. A deep inhale and with an audible exhale another plume of smoke. The creaking of a floorboard caused the woman with colored hair to tip her back.

“You good, boss lady?”

Kimber grunted before taking a place on the sofa, “Thought you were trying to quit, Rina.”

Rina gave a half hearted shrug, “I’ll try again on the next planet. Oh, the girls commed. Should be back with supplies soon.”

“Good, the quicker we’re off Jakku the better,” Kimber replied casting her gaze at the holo.

Silence stretched between the pair as the credits to the holofilm began scrolling past.

“So who’s Hunter?”

Kimber whipped her head to her sofa companion. Color draining from her face. Her heart in her throat. Rina’s expressed softened.

“You…call his name when you’re out sometimes. We just ignore it most of the time.”

Kimber’s memories flooded back full force. The missions, Tatooine, those long nights. Her heart hammered in her chest. A weight pressing on her chest.

 Rina frowned shifting out of her reposed position.

 “Look, I was just curious. Must’ve been a hell of a guy if you’re asking for him.”

 Kimber’s voice was barely heard over the climate control, “He was a clone.”

 “Never struck me as an armor chaser.” Rina jested, however the statement had no effect.

Kimber sunk in on herself. The floor appearing the most interesting thing in the room.

“He was different. Him and his squad.”

Rina hummed, taking a deep drag before exhaling another plume of smoke.

“You…think they’re still around?”

The brunette kept her staring contest with the floor, a poor attempt to hide the tears threatening to spill over, “I don’t know..”

Kimber’s companion set her mod down on the crowded table and leaned to the side extending her hand nearly making contact.

“Am I good?”

With a nod, Rina placed her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “Galaxy’s big, but not that big. If they’re still out there, they’ll turn up.”

Rina gave her companion’s shoulder a squeeze before releasing, “So what about this next job, you trust the handler on this?”

Kimber straightened up pursing her lips, “I only got a name to go by, but they were trusted.”

Rina relaxed back against the couch, “Ord Mantell here we come.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

ao3 link

“You were a podracer?” Rey’s voice is laced with disbelief and something else Poe can’t quite identify. 

He looks up from where he’s making breakfast and nods slowly. “For a couple of years, yeah. Why?” he asks, his tone guarded and a little wary. His youthful transgressions aren’t exactly his favorite topic. 

Rey shakes her head. “Your dad, the other day, he mentioned something and - and I got curious,” she sounds sheepish and nervous and it’s a reminder that this is all so new and as comfortable as they are together, there’s still some landmines that neither one wants to set off. 

Poe laughs gently, shaking his head and teasing, “Curiosity killed the Tooka, Sunshine.”

“I never understood that saying,” Rey complains. “Isn’t curiosity good? How else would I learn anything?” she asks, throwing her hands up in exasperation. 

“It can be a good thing,” Poe says easily, transferring their food to two plates. He carries them to the table and sets one in front of her, which she accepts with a broad grin and an air kiss in his direction. “But if you get too curious and start looking into things you shouldn’t be looking at,” he shrugs, “then you might get in trouble.”

Rey arches an eyebrow at him. “And looking up your podracing history on the HoloNet is going to get me in trouble?”

“Never said that,” Poe laughs. He sees the frown forming on Rey’s face and offers up a placating hand, “What do you want to know? I’ll tell you about it.”

Now Rey perks up, excited. She even pushes her plate of food slightly to the side and leans forward. “Were you good? I couldn’t find any records on race results.”

Poe scratches at his scalp and looks down at his food. “Best in the system,” he admits reluctantly. 

“Really?” Rey’s eyes go wide and they sparkle with - pride? Poe shakes head head against the thought - that can’t be right. Podracing isn’t something to be proud of, necessarily. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Did it for two years? Before -” he cuts himself off, but Rey finishes for him. 

“Before you met Zori, right?”

Her tone doesn’t hold any of the accusation and shock that it had on Kijimi when Zori had so kindly informed Rey and Finn of his less than stellar past. 

“I never smuggled spice,” Poe huffs. “It was mostly hotwiring speeders and piloting the ships that carried the shipments.”

Rey waves her hand in the air, a dismissive gesture. “I don’t care, Poe. I really don’t. I was a scavenger on Jakku. Do you think I’m in any position to judge? I just want to know more about your podracing. The idea of you in a speeder -” she trails off and shifts in her seat. 

A wicked grin spreads across Poe’s face. “Why, Rey Skywalker, is this turning you on?”

“No,” Rey retorts automatically, but her blown out pupils tell a different story. She’s still so unused to letting other people see her emotions. 

“I think it is,” Poe laughs deeply. He leans back in his chair and rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing tan forearms. “Those speeders, Rey, they went fast. And the vibrations...”

Rey shifts again. Squinting at him, she asks, “What kinds of mods did you make to your speeder?”

“Oh, all the legal ones, “Poe replies breezily. He winks, “and a couple illegal ones.”

“Oh, kriff,” Rey groans and jumps up from her chair so she can straddle Poe’s lap. Her fingers card through his dark curls. “Poe Dameron, I need you to tell me all about your podracing career, in detail.” 

“Happy to, sunshine,” he grins, standing suddenly - Rey yelps in shock - and holding her under her thighs. Her legs lock instinctively around his waist and she dips her head to kiss him. 

“Never thought podracing would get you so hot,” Poe laughs after they break the kiss. 

Rey grins brightly at him. “You know me and my ships, General.”

[twstgameplay]

CURRENT TESTS

From 01-Apr 00:00 to 15-Apr 23:59 (JST)

FIRE ELEMENT: BASIC (83k HP)

PE Vil Card Story (Vil, Lilia and Jack)

Vil - DMG UP (Self / 1 turn)

Vil - ATK DOWN (30%) (Both Opponents / 2 turn) can use twice

Lilia - DMG DOWN (Single Opponent / 1 turn) can use twice

Jack - DMG UP (Self / 1 turn)

ALL ELEMENTS: DEFENSE (68k HP)

Robe Floyd Card Story (Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Azul)

Floyd - DMG UP (Self / 3 turns)

Floyd - ATK UP (Self / 1 turn)

Kalim - DMG UP (Self / 1 turn)

Kalim - Continuous Heal (2,720 / 3 turns)

Jamil - DMG UP (Self / 1 turn)

Azul - DMG UP (Self / 1 turn)

Azul - Heal Block (Area / 3 turn)

Remember, Herbivores:

You attack first and buff first on odd turns (1, 3 and 5), so if you’re going to heal, it’s better to do it on 1st magic of turn 3 or 5 to avoid the Octo-punk's heal block.

When using your Healer’s other magic, remember that the block lasts 3 turns, so it’s better to use it after the heal or on turns 1 and 2 to make sure you’ll be able to use the heal at least on turn 5. Otherwise, you won't get your full madol's worth from that card, shishishi~

[fuckyeahrebelfinn]

I’ve talked about Jewish Mysticism and Kabbalah in the Sequel Trilogy before and back then I spoke about how Finn and Rey represents the pillars of Gevurah and Chesed, but that is not all the Kabbalic symbolism that surrounds these two characters.

In Kabbalah, and in all of Judaism, the Divine is both male and female. Both needs to exist and neither can dominate the other and they are both of supreme importance to the Tree of Life.

The male part of the Divine (Eyn Soph) enters the Tree of Life at the top of the Tree of Life, into the first Sephiroth (sphere) named Kether, or Crown. Eyn Soph is the Endless Divine Light, what the world was before creation, in entering the world it changes itself, sets limits to itself, so that other things might exist.

As a result Kether is associated with both humility but also the desire to become something other than what is. Furthermore the Sephiroth of Kether is seen as colorless - where all the other sphere’s have a designated color - because it is a single point of light in a vast void.

The female part of the Divine is Shekinah, which dwells in the tenth Sephiroth names Malkuth, or the Physical World. In Jewish thought the physical world is a good thing, it only exists out of the goodness of divine intent and Shekinah is the divine force within the world.

The word Shekinah comes from the Hebrew word ‘to dwell’ or ‘to settle down’. Shekinah is often portrayed as white or light grey, while Malkuth’s color is black to signify physical matter.

Now what does this have to do with Finn and Rey? Let’s look at how the two characters are introduced in the movie and their underlying character motivations.

When we first meet Finn we don’t see him. We don’t even see him in the Stortrooper armor. No, instead what we see is a moon. A shining, almost glaringly bright moon, slowly being swallowed up by the darkness of a passing Star Destroyer only just a tiny bit is left and then

Three attack ships escape it. Shooting out of the sliver of light they descend unto the world below, one of them carrying Finn. What is more. When we see inside the ship to see the troops it is also dark, with just a few flashes of light until we can properly see the troops.

We don’t know which one is Finn, it could be any of them. Maybe that was part of the point, it could have been any of them, it could have been any force that entered the world via that tiny sliver of light, but the creating force, the one who is founded in humility and a desire to become something that he isn’t, something he’s never been allowed to be, is our Finn.

In him he carries Eyn Soph, the Endless Divine Light.

Rey on the other hand is more recognizable as an individual, though equally disguised. She too could be anyone.

When first we see her she’s dressed fully in her white and light grey garb, surround by a vast cavern of darkness.

Just like with Finn for our initial acquaintance with her, we can’t really see her. She too could be anyone. And as the scene progresses we see this young woman, dressed in white and light grey move out of the blackness and up into the “higher” world.

And then we first see Rey, a character we learn is founded on her desire to find proper settlement, belonging with another. Like the Shekinah, the female divine in the world, that she is.

So Finn and Rey does not just only signify Gevurah and Chesed, they literally represents the two side of G-d, the male and female parts of the divine, as the move up and down the Tree of Life, ever closer to each other.

[notbecauseofvictories]

Rey?

Let’s say the captain, sweeping his spyglassover the hills, after all this time, found us.

There’s a world in which Han Solo makes planetfall on Jakku. Mostly because he hasn’t been there in a decade and a half and is curious—wants to know what’s left behind, in the wake of war. (Not that every port or planet he’s ever docked at isn’t a study of the wake of war. From Coruscant to the Outer Rim, there’s no part of the galaxy that isn’t a study in the leavings of war. If not the Rebellion then the Separatist, and if not the Separatist then the Jedi-Sith, and if not—

Well. He grew up in the slums of Corellia, he remembers how wars came and went and you were still poor, still angry, still hopeless. Never let it be kriffing forgot.)

Anyway. Han Solo and Chewbacca come to Jakku, and there’s a skinny, defiant girl in the marketplace, arguing she should have four portions, Unkar, come on. Her chin is a spade, and she’s too thin, too brown, too hungry. Han has always liked hungry. He liked it when it was some wide-eyed farmboy wanting to get off Tatooine and he liked it when it was that kid’s sister, trying to shape the galaxy by force of will and a blaster. Han liked it when it was his kid, following at Han’s heels and saying why how what is why tell me tell me.

The girl in the marketplace’s eyes go very wide, when Han lays down his (well. Leia’s) credit chip beside her beat-up, three generations-old hyperdrive. “I’ll have what she’s having,” Han drawls, and watches the non-human sentient behind the counter splutter. 

Afterwards, once he’s cajoled the sentient—Unkar, the girl says, like it’s a curse—into gift what’s owed, the girl hunches her shoulders in. “I’m sorry,” she says, clutching the measly dehydrated portions like Han might try to actually take them away from her. “I don’t have credits, I can’t—”

“Come work for us,” Chewie growls, which saves Han the indignity of offering no, whatever you want, you can clean out our cupboards, take that too. The girl flinches, but nothing else; she must have been here a while, if that’s her only reaction.

“It’s honest work,” Han adds, as gently as he dares—the tone he used to use to talk Ben down from whatever nightmare he’d been having, with all its blood and screaming. “Just transpo, loading and unloading. You’re tough; if you can read Aurebesh, then you’re already leagues ahead of whoever else we might get.”

The girl looks at them, each in turn. “My family is coming back for me,” she says. “I’m sorry, I have to wait for them.”

Han does convince her to come back to the ship, and she wolfs down their shitty rations like someone not used to having food around, who never learned to be precious about it. Han suspects that might be true. She insists on helping Chewie with a particularly tricky rewiring that Han had been putting off, and it’s nice, Han thinks, slipping a couple extra ration-packs into her sack when she’s not looking.

They watch from the gangway as the the girl hops onto her skimmer and vanishes into the dunes. She looks very small, set against the horizon.“So I should power-down the ship for the night,” Chewie growls suddenly. “Since we’re obviously staying.”

Han is too old to get offended when Chewie guesses what he’s thinking about; he does anyway, at least for the look of it. “You—don’t know that! I could be thinking that we’re better off, without some scrap-of-nothing kid on board.”

“Is that a no?”

Han sighs. (She had been so small.) “No.”

“You’re a soft touch, Solo,” Chewie growls fondly. 

“Eh,” Han says with a half-hearted shrug, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s too old not to know that about himself. “You like that about me, remember?”

.

She makes a soft, startled noise when she sees them there the next afternoon—Han fussing with a datapad and Chewie sunning himself on the ship like a lizard. She’s on foot this time, dragging a net full of engine parts behind her through the sand. “You’re still here,” she says, approaching Han warily. “Why are you still here?”

“Ceren junction’s broken,” Han lies cheerfully.

The girl narrows her eyes. “I was down in the maintenance bay yesterday, it’s fine.”

“Nope. Broken. Broken beyond all repair. Chewie and I are thinking of settling down here, actually, since we can’t leave. What do you think, is Jakku a good place to spend your retirement?”

She looks at him like he’s a crazy person, which is fair. “I told you, I have to wait for my family,” she says more slowly, like he might not have heard her the first time.

“Oh, I heard you the first time, kid.”

She gives him another suspicious look, and then huffs, goes on dragging her net of engine parts over to the knot of tents around Unkar’s place. From where he’s lying in the sun, Chewie mumbles something that sounds like an insult; Han chooses to ignore it.

It’s a couple hours later when she comes back their way, her net is empty. Han’s got a fire going by then—easier than using up their fuel to heat the ship—and she edges up to it like a wild animal. Her face has odd shadows in the firelight. “How’d you do?” Han finally asks.

“Good. A portion and a half.”

Han still feeds her from their rations anyway, shows her how to cook them over the fire so they’re warm through, and taste less like pasteboard. He falls asleep there in the sand, to the sound of Chewie’s voice, telling her lies about that time on Mephisto—

.

The next day, she actually says good morning to them both, and then promptly makes a face like there’s something in her throat. Han grins, and almost convinces himself it’s unrelated.

That evening, they all three of them sit by the fire, and Han composes a transmit in his head. Dear Leia, there’s a girl in the desert, and sometimes by firelight, she looks just like you. You’d tell me if you had a daughter, right?

(He knows the girl isn’t Leia’s. Not because of some abiding faith in her fidelity—Han’s pretty sure that fathier’s out of the gate—but because Leia’s been walked away from too many times to ever leave anyone behind.)

The girl falls asleep with her head on Han’s shoulder, and Han has Chewie carry her to his bunk. Asleep, she looks even more like Leia, the durasteel princess Han knew on Yavin who wanted to charge into everything with blasters blazing. (Han wonders if he’s always going to be this homesick for a time that’s gone, people who are only shadows now.) “Come on,” Chewie growls lowly, and with a sigh, Han follows. He takes his place in the cockpit, editing his imaginary transmission until he falls asleep. 

When he wakes up, the girl is gone, but someone has laid a blanket over him in the night. It’s from his bunk.

.

Her story comes out in bits and pieces—though there’s not really much of a story to tell, it turns out. An orphan, waiting for her parents to return. Left to raise herself, in the sandy wastes of the war. She likes mechanical things, running flight sims on an old sim-drive she found. “My favorite is the Death Star run, from the Civil War Mod!” she says, and Han chokes on a mouthful of rehydrated protein. Chewie is laughing as he pounds on Han’s back.

It turns out she does know who he is, has since the beginning. She looks a little shy saying so, and Han shakes his head. “I don’t even know your name,” he says plaintively, and the girl shrugs. Goes on eating.

Once that comes out, she has a hundred questions. What’s Luke Skywalker like? Was the Death Star really that big? Did he really make the shot? Did Senator Organa really kill Jabba the Hutt? What was the Rebellion like? What was Darth Vader like? Her ideas of what happened a little stranger than Han expects, but then, she has grown up on a dirtball Outer Rim trading post; stories didn’t make it out that far unless they were stranger, wilder than the rest.

“Don’t you want to know what I’m like?” Han complains after the fifth question about Luke Skywalker and his lightsaber, and his stunning victories and his Jedi-ness.

The girl blinks, and then smiles a little quizzically at Han. “Why? I have you.” 

.

“If we don’t get a move on, this shipment will be late,” Chewie growls softly on the seventeenth day. Rey is amusing herself with the datapad by the fire, playing some sim that Han honestly forgot he had loaded onto it. She’s still young, and the thought of her alone and small against the horizon makes him want to do something drastic, like kidnap her.

“I know,” Han says. “I know.”

(When he tells her they have to leave, she doesn’t cry–-crying is a luxury in the desert, Luke told him once. But her hands spasm tightly into fists, and she turns away; Han suspects so he won’t see her eyes. 

His hand is shaking when he reaches out and touches one of her fists. “Come with,” he says, and for a second it’s awful, too-open, raw; he’d meant to make it gruff and offer her a job, if you wanted one, Chewie likes you—

Her shoulders hitch. Under his fingers, her fist opens.)

.

“My name is Rey,” the girl from Jakku says, as she straps herself into the co-pilot’s seat. Chewie doesn’t even grumble, just makes a low churring sound as he pets her hair, and then goes off to see to the engines.

“Good to know,” Han answers pointedly. “Push the thrusters—no, not like that, what are you, trying to kill us all?”

When they get into hyperspace, that blank expanse of nothingness and horrible beauty, Rey draws in a sharp breath. “Oh,” she whispers, leaning so close to the transparisteel of the window that her nose leaves a faint smudge. So do her fingers, where she presses them against the glass.

“Welcome to the galaxy, kid,” Han tells Rey. “We hope you like it here.”

[tezukastarsystem]

This is the mod of Burakku-Jakku here, I think it’s cool you’re posting pictures from lesser known Tezuka manga like Cactus Sam and Lemon Kid. (Tezuka was definitely a fan of American westerns) I was not aware Cactus Sam was addicted to drinking milk, it’s an odd character quirk for sure lol.

Thanks for the message!

I was really curious about where all of Tezuka's other characters' origins came from since they make cameos in his popular works (Especially in Black Jack).

I was really surprised to find myself enjoying Lemon-Kid and Shinsengumi in particular. I think Tezuka's short stories and some of his lesser known characters deserve more recognition and time in the spotlight.