#oflightsbeam

[chosesun]

Luke looks at her, staring up at her with his wide blue eyes. "uncle Owen says you're going to be staying here for a while," he says, offering his hand to her. "i'm Luke Skywalker. it's nice to meet you, ma'am." it's weird calling her ma'am, he thinks - she doesn't look like a ma'am, but uncle Owen and aunt Beru are insistent on him using his manners and calling someone ma'am was important, especially when you don't know them. "i heard your ship has had problems," he continues without missing a beat. "i can maybe help you fix it ? i'm good at fixing stuff."

@oflightsbeam liked for babu Luke

[aercnaut]

" HEARD YOU WERE needin' some pilots? " he tucks his helmet under his arm & extends his free hand to the twi'lek, " captain scoresby of the jackrabbit. we can fight an' we can fly an' we hold no fondness for the empire. "

@oflightsbeam // s.c.

[spokewar]

@oflightsbeam / ✶ ── starter call.

"I wish I was capable of giving you the padawan apprenticeship that I had." It was a mute apology to someone who had never known any different, even Hera's time as a youngling (behind the safety of temple walls) had been wrought with tension and spoiled air that seemed to swallow the whole of Coruscant in warning. It had only grown worse since the first real siege of the war and it was only at the most outer rim planets that life remained untouched by violence; the blooming forests of Dantooine were a welcomed reprieve after spending weeks in empty space, only broken up by battle and grim rescue missions.

And it wasn't to say Obi-Wan had completely laxed his guard as he sank down onto the grass beneath them, bright green and lush from the river that carved through the canyon. It met with a waterfall just a few dozen meters ahead of them - it would have been easy to pretend the war had never existed at all if neither he nor his padawan were marked with scars from it. He wished they could have been there by choice instead of an emergency landing, and he wished Anakin and Ahsoka were to meet them so the two padawans could train and play like younglings rather than under the guise of a rescue mission where they would soon be brought back to his battalion. It was as easy as it was pointless a spiral to fall into because no amount of wishing would ever change their present. Instead, all he could do was fight for a swifter end to the war and, hopefully, show Hera the true way of the jedi (who they were before the Republic twisted them into something unrecognizable and so far gone from their peacekeeping ways that even Qui-Gon would curse them). Obi-Wan was hardly as connected to the living force as his late master was, but even he could feel the rippling impact and constantly shifting balance the growing power of the sith had created. It screamed at him that there was far more to this battle than he could see—that anyone could see—but he hadn't the faintest idea where to start looking or even what to look for, so for now, he would play his part as general. It was the very least thing he could do. "My own master would take me to places like this to train. He was highly attuned to all forms of nature, all matters of life. He tried to teach me as well, but I was never as . . . talented in the ways that he was with the force."

[capthcwzer]

" MISS SYNDULLA, " HE sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. dark hues quickly dart around the hanger to make sure he & the young one were still alone, " please get out of the cockpit before someone else sees you. " he has a soft spot for her -- the kind of soft spot he has for cadets & shinies -- but maker preserve him, she is giving him gray hair.

@oflightsbeam // s.c.

[stillsolo]

@oflightsbeam 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: " thank you for not asking questions. "

              ❝𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺,❞  solo muttered, stealing a quick glance over his shoulder at the shifting sea of wandering faces.  the lively buzz of overlapping conversations encompassed them as he scanned the swarming marketplace, probing for any signs of certain figures trailing too closely behind.  they drifted between stray heaps of discarded starship parts and vendors peddling packaged deals: salvaged vehicles complete with unmarked astromech droids and suspicious upgrades typically worth a fortune in the core worlds.

han pivoted just as two familiar sullustans emerged from the crowd for a fourth count, this time with an additional handful of armed rodians lumped into the mix.   kraat.   so maybe his little intervention wasn’t so ‘little’ after all, and maybe it was high time he turned heel and made for the ’falcon.  he really should’ve known better than to stop by on tholatin without chewbacca in tow.  much as his corellian pride wanted to believe he would be fine roaming the galaxy on his own, unpleasant encounters had a propensity to happen more often than not, especially when there wasn’t a walking, growling, wroshyr tree for a companion at his side.

after all, he’d tangoed with his fair share of criminal syndicates in both the inner and outer rim, and it wasn’t his first time chancing upon a band of krocho on tholatin.  criminals here weren’t the worst breed around, but they certainly held first prize for being the most petty.  han would bet good credits that the greedy bastards from earlier took every slight like a mark for death and simmered over years-old grudges even on their death beds…  hell, it was almost like being back home.  suppressing a snort at the thought, han pressed forward with a curt gesture that hopefully conveyed urgency more than impatience.

❝just happened to be in the right place at the right time is all.  ’sides, ain’t like i could resist playing hero…  you’re a real sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.❞  solo flicked her a crooked grin once they cruised past a gaggle of drunken spacers.

              ❝tough job, i know.  but someone’s gotta do it.❞

[dumelived]

                  HE   HAD   NEVER   THOUGHT   ABOUT   IT,   NOT   WHILE   HE   WAS   living   at   the   Temple.   His   home   planet.   What   was   it   like?   Of   course,   he   had   found   the   information   in   the   Jedi   archives,   but   it   was   tucked   away   safely   in   his   mind.   While   he   was   alone   in   space,   he   would   look   up   what   he   could   of   the   planet,   but   soon   felt   homesick   for   a   life   he   could   never   have   again.   Who   knew   looking   up   a   planet   that   he   had   never   been   would   make   him   homesick   for   a   place   he   knew.   He   chuckled   at   the   idea,   leaning   back   in   his   seat.   His   arms   raised,   stretched,   and   then   placed   his   hands   behind   the   back   of   his   head.   He   let   out   a   soft   breath   through   his   nose,   teal   eyes   regard   Hera.

                  AFTER   LETTING   THE   SILENCE   HANG   A   LITTLE   LONGER,   HE   BROKE   it   with   an   airy   laugh,   “   I   wondered   about   where   the   Jedi   picked   me   up,   but   I   never   once   sought   it   out.   I   didn’t   need   to,   ”   his   voice   calm   as   he   thought,   “   I   thought   about   doing   so   once   before   we   ran   into   each   other,   but   I…   ”   a   small   pause,   brows   furrowed,   “   I   don’t   know   why   I   hadn’t.   ” @oflightsbeam

[gwiazdowe]

|| @memcriaes for hera !!!

“You ever wonder where she goes, when she goes there??”

Pair of curious eyes watch the loth-tooka strut down the temple hall as it does always by the late afternoon hour, always stopping by the same droid sized door to vanish for a couple hours. Cirz pats Hera’s elbow indicating with the tilt of his head the loth-tooka which sits attentively in front of the closed entrance until one of the many temple droids rolls out from the other side allowing the tooka to slip into the hidden corridor.

In one moment Cirz runs toward the entrance and blocks the door from closing with the tip of his shoe. New shoe, because he still did not find the old shoe. He looks back to Hera with a grin spreading on his face. With an invitation. “You can fit in there!!”

[lookforsolace]

@oflightsbeam

To the unfamiliar observer, it looked as though Jedi Master Fy-Tor-Ana was not paying attention to her surroundings. She stood in a slightly relaxed stance, feet apart, hands behind her back, one hand clasped around the other fist, eyes closed. On a rectangular track around the outside of the room, one of her famed "Art of Movement" classes was in progress, Jedi Initiates bounding over obstacles, sliding under them, and all the while trying to dodge light beams that flashed through the course at random.

But though Master Ana did not appear to be paying attention, she missed nothing. Her head tilted slightly to the left as one youngling dodged a light beam only to stumble over an obstacle at his feet.

"Kirath!" she called. "Pick up your feet!"

"Sorry, Master!" the boy called back, recovering his footing and hurrying on.

Master Ana did not reply and her head returned to neutral. But only for a second. She took a single step back, and twisted to face directly behind her, anticipating the next misstep. She opened her eyes to watch it happen: a young twi'lek girl ducked under an obstacle that had shot into her path from the wall, but was too slow to rise and leap over the next: the obstacle slammed into the girl's chest and laid her flat on the floor.

"Syndulla!" Master Ana shouted. "Come to me."

Master Ana did not often call her students out of the course, but when she did it was never a good thing. One of Hera's clanmates moaned sympathetically as he passed her, and murmured, "Good luck!"

[lightfaithed]

@oflightsbeam

Just binged the first season of Rebels and I just think she’s hot neat.

[chosesun]

“   Hungry? Eat the government. ”

he gives her a puzzled look, nose scrunched up in confusion. "what does that even mean?" he asks, head tilting to the side. he's never heard that one before, but it amuses him nonetheless. he shakes his head with a soft sigh. "you older jedi sure are strange." he thinks he understands the sentiment behind it though; eat the government . . . perhaps she means more of to fight the government. which technically, is that not what he's currently doing ? trying to take down the empire ? he supposes they're technically trying to overthrow the government, so . . . he supposes he can get behind the 'eat the government' statement.

"do i get something to eat it with or am i to enjoy it with just my hands?" cue him flexing his prosthetic with a smirk, clearly picking up a thing or two from his friend, Han.

@oflightsbeam

[lightfaithed]

❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ (@fulscrum)

Obi-Wan had to be careful not to chuckle too much, it would hurt his ribs. Some were broken, but he already felt how his body was attempting to repair itself. All he needed was rest and perhaps some bacta for all the bruises.

"You should see the other guy." He was leaning against Ahsoka, grateful that she helped to support some of his weight. One of his legs was also injured and he didn't want to put too much pressure on it.

As if on queue, Serum, the 212th medic rushed to his side, scanning him angrily, as if it was Obi-Wan's fault that his plan to buy more time for another plan had entailed getting flung around like a training dummy.

"Med bay, immediately," Serum ordered and Obi-Wan raised his palm in surrender.

"Of course. Can I bring Ahsoka with me? For moral support." He needed to debrief her and would also find comfort in her presence. The med bay tended to make him nervous and whenever he was forced to just lay still and unable to meditate, he got too lost in his thoughts and concerns.

"Hmpf," was Serum's affirmative answer, granting his General his wish.

@fulscrum

[valorums]

          @oflightsbeam said;        you won't be alone through this. i'll be right here the whole time.

╰►    SOURCE:      “i need you close at all times” prompts

SHI’AL BLINKED UPON PROCESSING Hera’s promise, genuine surprise flickering across her careworn and war-weary features.

           ❝ Thank you. ❞ Shi’al’s voice may have been quiet when she finally spoke after a few moments of stunned silence, but her gratitude was still PALPABLE nonetheless. ❝ I … ❞ She trailed off, swallowing a lump lodged inside her throat before speaking again. ❝ … thank you. That really … that really means a lot to me. ❞

The former PRESS SECRETARY took a shaky breath, seeking to soothe her aching heart and quell the trembling of her hands.

           ❝ Why are you so willing to stand beside me? ❞ This question escaped her lips before it could be suppressed, abruptly cutting through her self-imposed silence. ❝ I have betrayed the values of this rebellion a thousand times; I am not worthy of anyone’s support. ❞

[raehs]

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[stargone]

@oflightsbeam asked : yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine. / meme.

a pause before eyes lift to meet hera's, hands stilled momentarily. she knew lies like that. how heavy heart must feel, how the exhaustion must be bone deep, clinging to hera like a parasite on it's host. she fully moved to face her, sliding forward the small glass of rice wine. " it's okay to not be fine, i won't tell anyone. "

[tarsyu]

“actions speak louder than words” prompts — accepting!

@oflightsbeam said: drive, sender drives flies receiver somewhere in their car on their ikran.

Perched atop Hera's Ikran, Skora felt the wind rush past him, tousling his hair as they soared through the vast expanse of Pandora's skies. Below, the verdant jungles stretched out in an endless sea of green, teeming with life and mystery.

Glancing over at Hera, Skora couldn't help but marvel at her ease and grace as she guided the Ikran with a subtle shift of her body. Her connection to the creature was palpable, a testament to the deep bond forged between rider and mount.

“Isn’t this breathtaking?” Skora spoke, astonished by the scenery around them. As they flew, Skora couldn't shake the sense of awe that enveloped him. From the ground, the world of Pandora had always seemed vast and untamed, but from the sky, it took on a whole new dimension of beauty and wonder.

Hera's laughter echoed in the wind as she performed a series of intricate maneuvers, her joy infectious as she reveled in the freedom of flight. For Skora, it was a moment of pure exhilaration, a fleeting glimpse into a world beyond the confines of his own existence. As they continued their journey, Skora found himself filled with a sense of anticipation, eager to discover what adventures awaited them.

[red-flight]

it's not slow at all, actually. (For wedge!)

He held his helmet tucked up under one arm and drummed the fingers of his other hand on it while looking at the ship. It didn't look very fast.

"It looks like some kind of draft creature." He finally said with a sidelong glance at Hera. "Maybe something better off wallowing around in a mud puddle somewhere." She was the boss though, so Wedge tried to bite back on saying anything further.