Ailey

⧏ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨
- 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 ⧐
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۞ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲
۞ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔
۞ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗
۞ 𝚂𝙵𝚆
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𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣
↻ & ♡?

~}~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫~{~

"𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟..."
。 。。 。

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬?

。。 。𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 。 。。

♡ + ↻

"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."

Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)

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‧₊˚✧ 18+ Mᴜɴ / SFWRP / Mᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs Sᴛʏʟᴇ
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ↻ & ♡? ༓･*˚⁺‧͙
˚*･༓ I̦͇͎ɴ͎̺̙ғ͎͔̘ᴏ̫̝͕/̺̞̻R̪̙̟ᴜ̘͇̪ʟ̦͕̘ᴇ͇͉̟s̪̟͜ ⇣ ༓･*˚

“...ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗, 𝕠𝕣 - 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕖 -, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪.”

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✰ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲
✰ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔
✰ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗
✰ 𝚂𝙵𝚆
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𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣
↻ & ♡?

"Depends on how long I've known 'em for," she replied evasively, without looking up at him. "Why, you the type that likes sitting on laps and stealin' a kiss here and there?"

“You think I’m letting up just because you’re weak? Yeah, right.”

Alice V. Clarke - Callsign STRATOS
Agent of ARMOR, sometime superhero.

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Well what's all that hollerin' about?

I forgot! Sorry! [but she didn't really sound very sorry]

[she pulled a credit chit from her back pocket] y'sure? I got creds, just, thought I'd ask first if you'd cover it.

new girlfriend?

It's- hun, nothing's wrong with it, it's just not military standard. [Offering her own slight frown, and a sympathetic tone.]

Podunk mean's like, out there- and yeah, drinks'd be great. I'll take some beer. You got money?

You look like the kinda person that could handle tihaar.

Oh, you out in the podunk outer rim? Pfft. shoulda known. Imperials would never let you get away with that hairstyle.

Aw hell yeah.

Cruk? I don't know that one. I like it. What's it mean?

[Her rapt attention didn't leave him, but a blanket of suspicion draped over her words.]

You an Imperial? You with the Galactic Empire?

What the hell is a bud light? You callin' someone a lightweight?

As for drinks, we got tihaar, we got Ardees, Revnog, Jet Juice, Phattro, Moogan tea, and of course, the timeless, classy wine. Wine never goes outta favor for long.

There we go, see, that wasn't all that hard now, wassit?

Keep flirting with me from across the room and you're never gonna get anywhere. 'ventually you're gonna have to take the dive and talk to me all proper.

I love calling 'em "Imperial Dogs" behind their back and just out of earshot.

|| Hah yeah! I got her on her first banner, but not her weapon, and I'm SO pumped to get her weapon this time around.

a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand ALT: a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand

× take a seat, put up your 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍

blue glow that briefly illuminated the interior of the ship and made her hair stand on end.

"Give it an hour and we'll be clear to go and we can get closer to this temple you mentioned," she whispered, then crouched down and pushed a button underneath the table within the lounge; an electric discharge pulsed through the ship, frying any would-be trackers or listening equipment with a light

couch, her black trousers matching the shade of the couch cushions. Another thirty seconds passed, and then she quickly made her way to the secret compartment and opened it, releasing light in on Luke and Artoo. She took a few hasty steps back so she didn't impede their way out of the compartment.

too.

"I'll make sure to pass the word along." Ailey offered a comforting smile and the officer tsked, then left the ship, flanked by two Stormtroopers.

Her heart still raced in her chest. She let out a quiet breath, then closed the door and made her way to the lounge, where she sat down on the

into your subordinate friend and make sure he's making his deliveries on time. Or we'll have to do a much better job with our inspections next time around."

The twinkling in his eye told her everything she hated to know. He knew, not only about her smuggling things here, but that Dak was doing it

attention and staring at her.

"Sure is," she replied charmingly, while trying not to think about the tension permeating the air. "Anything amiss, officer?"

"Just the one thing." The officer grumbled. "We have a shipment of a certain quality material that has been a few days late... you should look

once they were at the edge, where it was her trying to usher them out of the ship once more so she could go let Luke out.

Her voice carried into the lounge, and he made sure his carried throughout the rest of the ship.

"Good to see the Clinker still in one piece." The officer spoke, standing at