#spectrefour

[ruinouss]

“Can’t say I expected so much to be circled. Even got a few bingos there. Uh… what do you think?”

"I knew the first time ya threatened me we would get along but couldn't imagine we'd be this compatible. Might even be a man after my own heart if ya keep it up!"

[infernal-blaze]

@spectrefour liked for a starter.

The newest set of hands to help with the hotel was.... Interesting. Vaggie honestly admired him for the work he had done previously, as well as the fact that he almost seemed to have a kindred spirit with her. She was, however, suspicious. As always. Who could blame her, though? This was Hell, after all.

Vaggie approached Zeb, her arms crossed. "So," she started, regarding him with suspicion in her gaze. "What do you get out of helping us? You're Hellborn, so you can't be redeemed."

[wolfpackmuses]

@spectrefour asked: "“   what ,   not even   one little word   of appreciation ??    ” // Black Krrsantan !"

From: Kingdom Hearts Meme || Accepting!

Krrsantan said nothing and continued to look away from Zeb for a few moments. It wasn't often that the Wookiee found himself in any sort of danger, especially not with how much fighting and combat experience he had, but it seemed every now and again he'd run into a situation where some help was needed. In this case, it seemed like part of the rebels who were fighting the Empire had caught wind of the fact that he had gone missing.

And well, beyond just missing, the Empire had thought it would have been good to bring him in for interrogation and to see about swaying him to their side. His disdain for the Empire didn't exactly make that entire situation very easy for either side, especially when he straight out refused to speak to them, but the Empire seemed to have all the time in the world and, well... locked him away in a tiny cell. A cell that was only just barely big enough to fit the Wookiee inside.

Truth be told, Krrsantan thought he'd be stuck on that planet for a good portion of time, at least until he broke and decided to fight alongside the Empire, but his hatred for them was much stronger than anyone had realized. And it seemed even a small rag-tag group of rebels was enough to free him from the jail and get him back into the fight.

Despite the fact he wasn't exactly too fond of the rebels either, that was a situation to sort out later when, and if, this conflict ever ended. But now as he stood next to Zeb inside a new base, he couldn't help but feel a bit of unease again. Just because Krrsantan had too many memories of being put in bad spots just like this...

❝I appreciate you freeing me from the jail if that's what you want,❞ he replied in a mutter over his shoulder, continuing to face away and looking to the outside of the base, ❝I don't exactly always feel it necessary for someone to ask for thanks after helping them out of a jam...❞

That was, more than anything, just Krrsantan being Krrsantan. It wasn't anything against Zeb or the rebels who helped him out, he just didn't like admitting he needed help when he really needed it. At the end of the day, he wanted to go down swinging if he was ever given the chance and it seemed like that almost happened there as well.

But, on the bright side... Krrsantan was at least somewhat friendly with Zeb, of all people.

❝I don't exactly expect all of you to have a battle plan of what to do next, do you?❞ he asked a little bit louder this time, ❝I can help where I can, so long as it doesn't end up with me being stuck in another jail cell...❞

[ruinouss]

She pursed her lips tightly as he turned away from her, keeping the wound out of sight — as if the blood trickling from the wound didn't give away the severity of it. It wasn't life-threatening as far as she saw but they still had some time to tend to it quickly.

The troopers that had spotted them earlier had been caught off guard and only opened fire. No reinforcements had been called and the bodies were hidden well enough that it'd be a while before anyone discovered them.

"Chuckles, just let me patch it up real quick before the blood trail you're leaving behind leads all the troopers to our location. I'll be damned if your stubborn ass gets us caught," Faye argued, already reaching into a faux leather pouch latched onto her left hip. Despite being much smaller and weaker she moved to prevent him from going any further.

@ruinouss sent: "Whoa— hold up you're bleedin'."

prompt.

❝ It’s nothing. ❞ Zeb answered quickly, turning away from Faye in attempt to hide his injury. It might have seemed bad—and it probably was—but the Lasat had dealt with far worse over the years. He knew how to handle himself, plus his pride wouldn’t allow someone else to help with a simple wound like this.

And he’d be damned if he gave her something to tease him about later.

❝ I’ll be fine until we get back to the base. For now, let’s just focus on getting out of here before more of those bucketheads show up. ❞

[part-of-a-blueberry]

Metal and pain (closed rp)

(For @specterfour ) Ezra tossed and turned in his sleep, muttering things under his breath. The nightmare plaguing his sleep was causing the unrest in the boy. "No.... No no no no-" a loud clank and thud was heard as metal and flesh collided with the floor. Ezra looked around, eyes wide and his heart racing as his actual arm grabbed his prosthetic. He was safe, he wasn't fighting the inquisitors... A few tears ran down Ezra's face, and he wiped them away with a sigh... Well, until he realized the other inhabitant in the room was awake. "Oh... Sorry Zeb, I kinda... Fell," Ezra said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll go back to bed now." He clearly was trying to hide that he was just crying and that he had a nightmare.

[choopster-blog]

somebody should get space mum and space dad and space family too root for their pet!

[ruinouss]

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Incorrect Quote Generator

|| *WHEEZE* ZEB PLZ. She's used to being impulsive....thinking something through is not her strong suit.

[burntmartyr]

spectrefour.

                  [ LOUD SWEAR FOLLOWED BY MUFFLED GASP. ] 

                                   && hope to maker no one heard.

[wolfpackmuses]

@spectrefour asked: "‘ have you lost your senses completely? ’ // Black Krrsantan"

From: Disney Starters || Accepting!

There was an air of annoyance that now surrounded the Wookiee following that question. While Krrsantan knew there were always certain things that set him off, this seemed to be one that showed maybe these two weren't off to the best of starts. But, considering what Krrsantan had done to get out of so many past situations he was in to even be standing here was something that he wasn't going to be taking for granted. No, he was trying to do something he didn't think he would have thought would be happening...

Working with others who weren't exactly fond of the Empire. And while Krrsantan liked to work for the highest bidder in a lot of cases, there was something about the deal that had been offered to him that would not be one he'd turn down in any capacity. But, still... that didn't mean the Wookiee wasn't going to act incredibly brash out of nowhere. That was something that seemed to follow him regardless.

And as he stood there, rifle draped over his back, holding up someone who had dared make a bold comment about the Wookiee and Lasat, the words that Zeb had just said rang in his mind again. There were a few grumbles and the Wookiee gave a glare at Zeb for a moment or two before he threw down the person who had mocked them both. It didn't take too long for the guy to run out of the bar and for the Wookiee to return to where he and Zeb had been sitting in a corner, tucked away not to be bothered by others.

Seems Krrsantan hadn't gotten his anger checked before he had almost caused a much larger issue for the both of them.

❝I have not lost anything, thank you,❞ he grumbled as he slumped back down into the darkened booth. The Wookiee grabbed his mug and began to pour whatever liquid was left into his mouth before slamming the cup back onto the table and avoiding eye contact with Zeb as he looked out into the rest of the bar area. And while it seemed that more people would have noticed the Wookiee's outburst, well...

It seemed the two of them got lucky. Incredibly lucky.

❝I'm here working alongside you because I despise the Empire as much as you do. I'm not here to figure out what's right and what's wrong, I'm here to help get back at them for what they did to my people... the same as you,❞ he whispered and finally turned his head to look at Zeb and maintain any sort of eye contact, ❝And... I feel this is something I need to do to get back for the years of mistreatment that happened to me as well.❞

[hera-in-the-ghost-blog]

"You wanted it to be a surprise."

“Well it is surprising to say the least,” Hera said, “Um... what is it?”

[toshootfirst-a]

                               here with credit stacks, spectrefour.

           paying  attention  to  your surroundings was  beneficial,  specifically            when you were a man with a bounty on your head. but the corellian            would   digress,  ducking  his  head  and  backing  up  from   having            tinkered   with   something   of   an   unknown    title   beneath   the            millennium falcon,  hoping  he  hadn’t  disconnected  something  of            importance, and also praying that whatever it had  been,  would  fix            the   issue   chewbacca  had  been  complaining  about.   or   rather,            howling, in broken shyriiwook due to his immense frustrations.               the smuggler lets out an exhale, dusting his hands off on an old rag            he kept tucked into the back pocket of his bloodstripes, to save  his            pilot’s  vest  from  some nasty fuel stains... the thing  was  a  mess            enough as it was.            he was on lothal for some help ——— one of the very few times in            his  running career, than he hadn’t been the hired, rather,  the  hirer            ; hearing  from  a  friend, that there was a rebel  group,  small,  but            reliant around here, and he needed some help with a problem back            on nar shaddaa. announcing his departure to his furry co-pilot and            receiving a grunt in return, the rogue is already making his way into            town, intentions set on finding the cantina of this place.

[aheroonce-archive-blog]

spectrefour liked for a starter

❝ what do you mean it doesn’t work?! ❞

[choopster-blog]

                       spectrefour liked for a starter || open

           ❛ i̝͛͊'̜ͦͨ̿m̰̼̩͕̄ͭ̎ͪ̆̽̄ ͥn͌͊̂͛ȏ͚̰̙̜͙̂͗̈̿̈́t͙̻͕͔̲͎͔̍̀̔̀̚ ̺͔̺̙̖͊͗h͕̥̣̆͒̑ḙ͇̹͓͇̫ͫ̿ͤ̉̊͊l̩̹͇͇̔̌͊p͎͕͎̭̳̑ͬ̉ͅi͇̞̯͈̇ͤ̚n̙̣͐̋̊g̹̬͇̜̗͈̰̉ͧ̈́ͮͭ̌ ̗̯̯̲̘͓̓̈́̑̽̚y̼̮͆ͅo̽ͫ͂̀ṳ̫̱̝͒̑ͫͥͅ.̰͖͋͛͐ ❜

[ruinouss]

@spectrefour

Tap, tap, tap — her nails lightly drummed against the warm ceramic clasped within both hands. They had finally stopped trembling as her eyes stared distantly in the hypnotic swirls of steam that rose from her cup. It carried her father and farther away until the ssshhhh of the automatic door opening forced her back into the present.

Faye glanced over without moving her head, watching as Zeb entered the room. It only took a brief second to see it wasn’t insomnia that had him awake. Something stirred in her heart knowing that there were others silently suffering just like her.

“Can’t sleep either?” She asked and removed one hand from her cooling cup to place on the seat beside her. With the leverage, she moved to the end of the bench to allow him a place to sit if he desired.

“Can I offer you a drink? Some tea?” With both hands back around the cup she brought it to her lips and took her first sip.

[burntmartyr]

NO RUNNING IN THE LOBBY.

[spectrefour]

SPECTREFOUR — an independent, private, & selective blog for GARAZEB ORRELIOS from STAR WARS: REBELS. Canon compliant with a mix of headcanons. AU, crossover, & OC friendly. Blog is 18+. Adored by KIMBA. She / Her. 30. EST.

CARRD.