starlit-jedi

[starlit-jedi]

"You're not dumping."

She reached up, using her sleeves to wipe his tears, feeling like her heart was wrapped in barbed wire so tightly it could barely beat, that sound nearly shattered the frage control she had over her own emotions.

"Force knows I've cried on your shoulder plenty, please, vod, let me return the favor..."

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

[starlit-jedi]

Her heart broke at his words, she pulled him closer to kiss his forehead, her thumb wiping a falling tear. Force above would this war never end? How many more innocent lives? How many more boys taken too young? How much longer?!

"You never trouble me, you're not a bother, or a burden, or any of those other words I can see lurking, you are my friend, and friends share each other's hurts and heartaches..."

Her eyes were glassy as she cradled his cheek, coaxing him to meet her gaze.

"Please... talk to me... don't hold back... I don't want you to bottle this up..."

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Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

[starlit-jedi]

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Kistra bit back the sob that threatened to bubble up, this was Plague's time to mourn, not hers. She pressed kiss after kiss to his soft hair, thanking the Force he was alive and back in her arms.

"Oh baby..."

Her voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

[ You have 5 new messages from : CC - 6209 ]

Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

[starlit-jedi]

Her arms curled around him, gently, not wanting to exacerbate any injuries, his head coming to rest on her shoulder, fingers lacing through his hair.

"Oh Plague... I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."

[ You have 5 new messages from : CC - 6209 ]

Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

[starlit-jedi]

[ You have 5 new messages from : CC - 6209 ]

Plague : general tallisk come get me please . medbay wink wink

Plague : we got taken hostage by the enemy for a few months and just now the republic came for us

Plague : i cannot take this it is so quiet in here im perfectly fine anyways i just need food and sentient contact

Plague : sorry for disturbing you . but i feel like im going insane in here

Plague : thanks

[ Attached is an image of a disheveled , starved - looking Plague . He’s sitting in the medbay . ]

[ @cc-6209 <3 sorry i’ve been Dead ]

Kistra didn't even respond to the transmissions just ran the whole way to the medbay, she definitely broke at least one vase on her way, the doors slammed open, she did a once over of the room, eyes locking onto Plague, eyes widening, tears of pure relief welling up, she crossed the room as fast as humanly possible, afraid to hug him, not knowing what kind of injuries he'd sustained, she immediately gripped his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, trying not to start full on sobbing.

"You're alive- You're alive-"

Her voice was breathless and strained, looking him over, assessing his injuries, her free hand reaching up to cradle the side of his cheek.

[starlit-jedi]

He's relaxing in the sunlight in shorts his prosthetics stored under the chair to stop them becoming hot whist he's getting more colour

@last-domino

Kistra had her hair pulled up, wearing shorts she'd definitely stolen from Hunter and a bikini/sport bra top, carrying her sandals in one hand.

"Enjoying the sun there big guy?"

[starlit-jedi]

[starlit-jedi]

Kistra smiles back, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Me too my friend, me too, I'll admit all the fighting is beginning to wear on me...*

[ ooc: hello, thought that now that Jo is training with Master Windu, it would be a nice moment to have Ist'ar and Kistra interacting somehow 🥹 ]

"Kistra", the chiss called for the other Jedi as soon as she saw her in the hallway. "Hi" she looked a bit troubled as she approached. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you?"

[ @joan-loves-quesadillas ]

Kistra turns, a smile blossoming on her lips as she spotted her fellow master across the hall, a few quick steps bringing her to her friend's side, her expression softens at the chiss' troubled expression.

"But of course my friend, something weighs on you."

She settles a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering a squeeze.

"How can I help?"

[starlit-jedi]

Kistra nods, cringing visibly at three reminder of Umbara, schooling her features back into a thoughtful expression forming on her face as she listened, a smile forming on her face after a moment, Joan was certainly a firecracker, she loved their passion and energy, it was infectious.

"I understand your concerns, my friend, I'll see what I can do, I'm sure I can con him into doing some training for a friend."

She pats Ist'ar's shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"They certainly have an eye for mischief."

Kistra tucks her hands in her pockets, trying to figure out how best to phrase her words.

"Hopefully... by the time they're knighted they'll have some more discretion... eventually they'll be off the leash,"

She hesitates for a moment, before settling on her words.

"when I was first knighted, I was excited about having freedom from all my master's rules... but then... the world was very big and scary without them, without him, I'm sure Joan will figure that out as well, you're doing a wonderful job with them, my friend."

[ ooc: hello, thought that now that Jo is training with Master Windu, it would be a nice moment to have Ist'ar and Kistra interacting somehow 🥹 ]

"Kistra", the chiss called for the other Jedi as soon as she saw her in the hallway. "Hi" she looked a bit troubled as she approached. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you?"

[ @joan-loves-quesadillas ]

Kistra turns, a smile blossoming on her lips as she spotted her fellow master across the hall, a few quick steps bringing her to her friend's side, her expression softens at the chiss' troubled expression.

"But of course my friend, something weighs on you."

She settles a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering a squeeze.

"How can I help?"

[starlit-jedi]

[ ooc: hello, thought that now that Jo is training with Master Windu, it would be a nice moment to have Ist'ar and Kistra interacting somehow 🥹 ]

"Kistra", the chiss called for the other Jedi as soon as she saw her in the hallway. "Hi" she looked a bit troubled as she approached. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you?"

[ @joan-loves-quesadillas ]

Kistra turns, a smile blossoming on her lips as she spotted her fellow master across the hall, a few quick steps bringing her to her friend's side, her expression softens at the chiss' troubled expression.

"But of course my friend, something weighs on you."

She settles a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering a squeeze.

"How can I help?"

[starlit-jedi]

Kistra side eyed him even harder, if that was possible, silently screaming at him to play along. Mace couldn't stay mad at her for long, and he'd probably forget about it in favour of someone else's screw up before the day was over.

"Nothing to worry about, Master, I'm handling it."

⁴⁰⁾ taking blame so they don’t have to

Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...

Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!

She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:

"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst he’d kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .

Plague , you di’kut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasn’t visible he was nervous .

Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldn’t imagine being in his legion ..

As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? It’s my fault .

“ General Tallisk .. “ He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . “ What the kriff are you talking about ? “

[starlit-jedi]

The tip of her tongue poked out between her lips in concentration, carefully guiding the blade along the curve of his jaw, head tilted at a 45° degree angle, her free hand cradling his cheek, thumb absentmindedly stroking along the bone there, a stray bit of hair fallen across her face as she worked.

²⁰⁾ helping them shave

Kistra knew from experience how frustrating it was being in a cast, it was the worst. She'd been there... more than once, she couldn't even brush her own hair! Having to rely on other people to help her do even the most basic tasks was hard... really hard.

So naturally, watching Plague attempt to shave, with his left hand, made her cringe, both because he'd already managed to cut himself once, and because she sympathized wildly with the difficulty of functioning with your non-dominent hand. So, she perched on the counter, holding his face still with one hand, while she carefully guided the razor along his stubbly jaw, careful not to accidentally nick the sensitive skin there.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague hated when his facial hair grew back . He didn’t like the texture of it , and it made him look funny , in his opinion .

Not being able to shave it himself made him want to scream , so Kistra assisting him made him feel a bit better .

He tilted his chin up so she could get to the stubble easier .

Plague wanted to insist he could do it himself , but that would be a lie , and he didn’t lie . His right hand was unusable and it frustrated him . Help was wanted .

[starlit-jedi]

Her fingers laced through his soft, dark hair, voice soft and even as she read, adding little inflections here and there, fingers occasionally brushing over his soft skin. Moments like these were some of her favourites, quiet moments stollen away from the chaos of the war, just the two of them in their peaceful haven.

³⁶⁾ reading to them

Kistra loved to read, in fact she usually had a book stashed somewhere in the pockets of her robes, whether to wait out a particularly boring transport, or to keep her company on cold deployment nights. Her quarters had no shortage of books, on the shelves, on the table beside her bed, a few stacked on the floor, adding to the comfortable chaos of her personal haven.

She was sitting against the pillows on her bed, Plague's cheek resting on her lap, his eyes were close, but he was stiff. She knew better than to ask him what was wrong, he'd brush it off like he always did, she hoped he'd learn to open up, but she wouldn't push him, he needed rest, not interrogation, so she flipped the page, starting a chapter about Mandalorian customs, and ran her fingers through his hair, beginning the chapter aloud. Her master always read to her when she couldn't make her mind slow down and rest, so, she could give Plague something to focus on other than his own tumultuous thoughts.

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague lit up a little as she started reading to him . The topic interested him , and he wanted to listen .

He was stressed .

Stressed was an understatement . But he’d rather amputate his own two legs than talk about it . That was usually how it was .

But even just being around her was enough to calm him down a bit . He appreciated the fact that she let him mope in her quarters . He appreciated it more than he appreciated new gear .

[starlit-jedi]

Kistra loved sharing her safe haven of a space. This was her home, her space to share, it made her feel safe and cozy, she wanted to share that feeling with the people she loved most. It always made her heart do a little stuttery thing when she saw Plague napping peacefully on the soft carpet, sometimes she'd just lay down next to him, she didn't necessarily sleep, just felt his warmth, listened to his breathing, and his soft little snores, it soothed her constantly racing thoughts and reminded her he was here, safe and alive at her side.

²³⁾ keeping their favourite foods at your place

Kistra's quarters were well known amongst her legion (and the others she'd taken under her wing) as a space full of blankets, laughter, and best of all snacks.

The Jedi endeavored to keep a good stock of various crunchables, and plenty of instant noodles packets. But there were a few, special things she kept for specific visitors, something they liked the best. Like the small box full of various cookie and chip bags that had Plague's name written on the top in her loopy handwriting.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague would visit her very often . He found it to be more comforting than the barracks . Sure , his brothers and sisters were there , but there was something much more homey — not that he knew what a real home was like— about it .

He also loved the abundance of snacks . Plague had a sweet tooth like no other , and she always had something for him . His favorite snack she had was some kind of nut cookie . They tasted almost exactly like uj cake ! Just thinking about it made his mouth water .

Plague didn’t know how or where she got all of those snacks but he was eternally grateful .

Plus , she let him nap on her floor . Who else would ? Nobody he knew .

[starlit-jedi]

She gave Plague the 'play along' side eye of the century, before forcing an awkward smile, Mace looked like he was fighting an eye roll.

"No one's dead though, and the damages were minimal."

Kistra says, forcing herself to put on her general voice, even though she felt like a scolded padawan.

"I assure you I'm fully capable of handling the situation from here."

⁴⁰⁾ taking blame so they don’t have to

Well... that didn't go according to plan... even remotely...

Kistra was abundantly aware of that fact, but it was a last ditch effort, short of giving up completely, and if the damn reinforcements had come on time it would have worked!

She could feel how stiff Plague was next to her as they stood, side by side in front of a very pissed off Mace Windu, his death glare had her withering where she stood, feeling like a scolded padawan. Before Plague had a chance to open his mouth, she took a slight step forward and a deep breath, before blurting:

"It was my idea, actually, sir. Just uhm- didn't go as smoothly as anticipated..."

~ @starlit-jedi 💙🤍

Plague could feel himself dying inside as he tried not to look Mace in the eye . He had kriffed up . It was the worst he’d kriffed up since he was a cadet in training . His own general had been more forgiving , but she had since left .

Plague , you di’kut ! He mentally scolded himself , armored fists clenching at his side . A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead . His face was scrunched up in guilt , but luckily he was wearing his helmet so it wasn’t visible he was nervous .

Mace scared him , to say the very least . He couldn’t imagine being in his legion ..

As Kistra spoke , he raised an eyebrow . What the hell is she on about ? It’s my fault .

“ General Tallisk .. “ He whispered under his breath , hissing out the words through his clenched teeth . “ What the kriff are you talking about ? “

[starlit-jedi]

Kistra had a very fond place in her heart for Plague's drawings, she had a few plastered in various places, like the one of the bathroom mirror, it was just a little doodle he'd made, with a smiley face and the words 'have a good day!'. It made her smile every time she saw it. She returned the favour when she could, leaving sticky notes on his bunk, or on snack bags, silly little doodles and notes, just to hopefully brighten his day.

(OOC: Two different versions of The Picture, ft. My face claim for Kistra, Scarlett Johansson as Natasha 🥰)

⁴²⁾ valuing their creations

Kistra was the kind of person to keep each and every gift, card, or trinket people gave her, she had little rows of various small gifts lined up on the shelves in her quarters, they were important to her, from the pained pebble on her nightstand, to the smooth piece of beskar on her shelf. They were reminders of the people who'd given them to her.

So, it was in character that her fridge was plastered with drawings that younglings and Padawans had gifted her. But her favorite, right in the center stuck to the mettle with a sparkly magnet, was a drawing Plague had done on the back of a meeting agenda, front and center to all the other various doodles. It made her smile every time she walked by.

~ @starlit-jedi 🤍💙

Plague liked to collect as well . He often collected holoflats , rather than physical things , because it was easier to manage . He took them on his helmet , so he could easily access them whenever .

If there was something he wanted to save , which was usually some kind of oddity like an animal skeleton or a special looking stone , he would take a holoflat of it . He mostly had holoflats of his vode being chaotic , birds he liked , interesting landscapes , or whatever else he found interesting .

But he had one holoflat in particular he liked the most . It was of Kistra , and it held a lot of fond memories . He’d even drawn it .

Plague liked to draw . He didn’t really consider himself great at it , but he found it calming when he had the time . He couldn’t really keep his drawings , so he usually gave them to Kistra .