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mvrvjvdes​:

she couldn’t panic. mara wouldn’t let herself do something like that and give him the satisfaction although the tightening of his fist around her neck was cause for concern. he’d kill her in a minute if she gave him the chance, and mara could only hope that teasing him like this would give her more time to think. his venomous voice exuded head against the back of her neck and she could just grin at the sensation. intimate for an attempted murder, she thought. her body followed his further back into the alleyway until she was suddenly being roughly pinned against the cold brick of the nearest building. mara felt his hands move down to her waist to eliminate her many weapons and she silently cured to herself at her now lack of security… but she was always good with her hands too. ❝ watch where you put your hands- ❞ the woman teased yet again, managing to turn her head just enough to look over into those ice eyes. ❝ been thinking of me? sound like you’ll need to quit that soon. ❞ he wanted information. that was it. the man was like the rest, but at least his works gave her a sort of leverage. ❝ if you’re so eager to know, get your damned hand off of me and let’s have a talk. i’m no good to you if i’m dead, now am i? ❞

he yanks on the weapons he finds at her waist roughly, not caring if it hurts, tossing them all one after another, hearing them skid and clatter along the ground of the alleyway, away from them. he’s in no mood for her games, no mood for her twisted lies or whatever else she might spout at him to save herself, even though he knows she’s going to; they all squirm once they get to the end. he has to let her think there’s a chance he might leave her alive if he gets the right information, otherwise she’s just going to lie to spite him. once he’s made sure all the tools she has easily at her disposal are discarded (he can’t be certain she doesn’t have more, only that she can’t reach them too quickly), he digs his fingers into her shoulder and spins her around, lifting the blade up level to her throat, his eyes like lightning bolts, his teeth bared in a snarl as he leans in close to her again, close enough to feel her body heat, to smell her shampoo. “trust me, this will all end one way or another.” if she thinks he’s going to let go of her any time soon before he can get what he wants from her, she’s underestimating him. a dangerous mistake. “you know who i am, you know what i’ve done, you know this is mandalorian iron at your throat, so you have exactly one option that gets you out of this situation alive. you answer my questions honestly, and i’ll leave you with little more than a pretty scar to go with that pretty face.” he presses the blade into her skin without slicing through anything. “understood?”

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nobodylegacy​:

“you’re telling me.” life on jakku had been so utterly simple in many ways. even if the indentured servitude position that she had been in with unkar plutt had been far from pleasant, it had also been predictable and rey had learned how to navigate and control it to the best of their abilities. they were a good scavenger, nimble and strong, and the wrecked ships had given her more education than they would have ever predicted from the computer systems. jakku had been distant from war and now they were right in the center of it –– in an impossible bond with kylo ren. even if they were luckily no longer all that remained of the jedi with luke’s passing, it still seemed as though there was some impossible role that they were meant to fill.

it was a compliment but one that rey wasn’t sure how they should respond to it. a small smile curved on their lips, gripping the part in her hand a little tighter and folding her arms –– still defensive, still worried it might be snatched at any moment. “really?” she questioned his purpose for being here with a raise of his brow, catching on quickly that he was not in favor of the first order. it was a good thing, finding theirself to be a little relieved immediately. her voice hushed suddenly, taking a step closer to him to ensure that no one can overhear the question. “are you with the resistance?” it was big enough that it was impossible to know everyone involved personally. perhaps he was looking to get involved with them. “you know i’m always happy to help if i can,” lips turned upward once more. “luckily here there’s a lot more parts and whatnot to pick through. what’s the problem?”

for as many times as jaedah and rey have met each other, as many times as the two of them have worked together, jaedah employing the young scavenger multiple times whenever he’d needed to refuel on jakku or settle there for any number of unsavory reasons, they don’t truly know each other. jaedah doesn’t consider himself to have many friends, and even the ones he’s got he’s hesitant to admit to enjoying on any level, but even if he did, rey would not be among them, so when she leans close to him and asks him if he’s part of a resistance, he has to remind himself how little she knows him, his background, his history, his bloodline. somewhere in the back of his head, his father’s voice snakes in, urging him to find out more details about this “resistance” to find out who they are, what they are, how to infiltrate them and destroy them from the inside out.

but that’s not who he is anymore, that’s not what he wants anymore. let the universe burn itself to ashes, for all he cares, he’ll survive it by spinning faster, by flying further, by driving harder. he shakes his head. “no, i’m not part of any resistance, unless you count the way i resist any and all authority trying to tell me what to do.“ he does her the courtesy of keeping his voice as low as hers, to keep her secret only with her-- he owes her that much. “someone shot my ship, the derelict, out of the sky when i was just coming here for a quick scheme,” he divulged, sighing. “i’ve hired another mechanic to look at it, but i’d pay you well enough also, if you wouldn’t mind checking it out. she’s in a bad way, since i had to land her pretty roughly,” soft terminology for a crash landing, “especially on the left side, but i think she’s still fly-able. are you free now?”

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nessarhet​:

The jar of antiseptic fell to the floor with a metallic clang. An impulsive step backwards led to her back against the wall. She stiffened as he leered over her, and she knew his reaction was no one’s fault but her own. She liked to push others to their limit, but the only problem with Jaedah was that his were ever changing. Her instincts told her to reach for her weapon, only for her to then remember it laid some twenty feet from her on the kitchen counter. “You’re right, it isn’t,” Nessa agreed, if only for him to back away from her. “I’m sorry, Jaedah.” She wasn’t, not really, but she’s in no position to argue. Not when something about that man managed to scare the shit out of her. Her eyes darted away from him, looking for an exit.

She bit back a bitter laugh. “Of course. You so clearly have this under your control,” she said in a controlled tone, “why would anyone ever need to help you?” Even Nessa knew better than to underestimate a Jedi. She could only hope he truly knew what he was doing. When he visibly calmed, she took the opportunity to slink away back to the kitchenette, relieved at the space between them. Nessa wiped the antiseptic off her hand with a rag, her back turned to him so he couldn’t see the roll of her eyes. She made herself busy in the kitchen once more, falling into silence as she focused on the food. How could she stomach the city? It didn’t matter how she fared on that damned rock. Unlike Jaedah, Nessa never had the freedom to pick and choose where she wanted to go. She never had any freedom period. Nessa chuckled bitterly and stated, “It’s my job to be here. We can’t all go off on a whim.” Once again, she donned a shaky grin and turned to face him. “Your food is ready. Come and eat.”

he sighs at himself as he crouches down slowly to grab the jar of antiseptic, monitoring his own breathing techniques and the control he demands of himself while he does. it’s slipping, the hold he has over his own power and tendencies, and he knows it, the atmosphere around him buzzing angrily while he works himself down from the cliff of frustration. he must gain better personal dominance, he must keep himself from leaning too far towards his baser instincts, the muddy waters his bloodline hails from, the poison festering in his veins. nessa isn’t his target, she isn’t his problem. he applies the ointment to, well, most of his wound-- enough of the wound-- as she douses him in her toneless sarcasm, too perfectly timed with his inability to reach certain places.

he gives up on the venture and slowly approaches the kitchenette and her on the other side of the counter, stopping a decent distance away as he looks at the food she’s made for him. honestly, he’s surprised she didn’t just walk out; she’s definitely better to him than he deserves. “it’s not a whim, but it’s...” he feels like he’s all teeth and claws and thorns, his skin threatening to shred off of his body. “i’ve already been imprisoned for too long on a planet once before,” he sighs again, remembering the fontaine prison planet like a recurring nightmare, his tone lowering to almost a whisper. “thank you for the food.” he just looks at it though, he doesn’t move towards it, not for a long, held moment, both hands on the counter, both eyes carefully away from her face. “have you ever thought about doing that, though?” he asks, without making eye contact. “going off on a whim? leaving? doing something else?”

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eisleyvera​:

so he didn’t remember her? it made sense, it hd been such a long time ago. anyone who led a somewhat normal life would’ve forgotten such an interaction, but eisley held those nice interactions close to her heart. he was only in hoth for a short while, but eisley did love his company regardless of what her parents spoke about his ship and crew. dark eyes shifted away from jaedah’s steel gaze in intimidation and instead focused on the chipped sidewalk for a moment while he looked at her. he seemed… upset? defensive perhaps since you never knew where a person’s intentions laid. eisley even wondered if she should have approached, but it was too late to turn away from him now. the girl looked back up at the other - - brows slightly knit while her eyes recognized the similar features that she’d seen so long ago. those mechanical eyes, ink black curls… it was definitely him. 

maybe she was simply forgettable. while she wanted to see if he could come up with her name on his own, part of her knew that he probably couldn’t. and she also had to tell herself to not be so hopeful in future scenarios. ❝ i met you years ago… in hoth? you fell through the ice- ❞ voice trailed off as her mind told her how useless this attempt was. she should just cut her losses and go home before she got in trouble. ❝ never mind, i’m sorry for bothering you, sir, ❞ eisley spoke - - voice a bit less hopeful than before with her apology. it had been a long time, after all. and given his work, he likely came across hundreds and hundreds of faces. 

the moment suspended between jaedah and this girl holds like a breath, in the space between them, like a calm before a storm, until she breaks the confusion with such a small, timid voice, he has to lean in towards her in order to catch what she’s saying, making him frown even more. he’s not a fan of physical closeness to anyone, and the fact that it’s for some complete stranger makes it even worse--

but then he hears what she says, the image she creates, the time she calls back to, and even though it’s only a small hint, the event she refers to sticks out in his mind like a single pinprick of light in a swarm of buzzing darkness. it’s a time before time, a space in his history unscarred by falling stars or ships, unmarked by the brand burned into his collarbone, the numbers that name him fugitive of the universe. once, he was commander, once, he was a son, once, he was a brother. on hoth, he stepped out onto the ice as though he knew how to handle that much water in the palm of his hand-- on hoth, he’d shattered through the ground as though he knew how to swim.

now he really looks at her, at this girl, the only other person who knew about this story, the only other person who’d been there. “eisley?” he asks, disoriented at the difference between who stands in front of him now and the image of the little girl inside his memory. she’d been a child, nothing more than a slip of skin and bones and eyes. and pure intentions. nothing but pure intentions. “you...” he can’t help himself; he looks her over. she grew up. “you survived.”

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RICHARD MADDEN in BASTILLE DAY (2016)

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nessarhet​:

Cocky, impatient, wicked. The words followed Nessa like a shroud; an apt assessment of a woman too confident in her abilities. Jaedah knew that well, and she could tell. Littered with Nessa’s grandstanding and acts of grandiose behavior, the first time they met had been evidence enough. She cultivated her reputation well, nurtured it until even she believed her own press. Few ever saw her as she was that evening: the razor-sharp edges of her personality rounded out with a certain grace unique to her. Jaedah’s rigidity didn’t go unnoticed, though. If anything, Nessa saw it as a challenge.

“Yes,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “It’s whatever I choose to feed you.” Never one to take ‘no’ for an answer, she snatched the antiseptic container from his rough hands before he could protest. Nessa was no fool — they’d most likely wind up in a screaming match by the end of the night as a result of their differing moods. Not deterred, she scooped some of the goopy paste into her hands and spread it on his back. “Jedis?” She didn’t need his confirmation. Nessa had known the weapon that caused the wound the second she saw the injury. She frowned, “Did you get a good look at the one who did this to you?” Jaedah had made it abundantly clear to her that he was perfectly capable of caring for himself. Still, the much tinier woman found it impossible to reign in her protective streak.

jaedah glares and growls low in his throat when she snatches the ointment out of his hands, his fingers curling and itching to claw it back from her, to rip it away. he doesn’t like being touched, and for as close as he’s let her get before, the two of them sharing the same body heat, the same oxygen, the same atmosphere, as soon as she makes contact with him, he jumps away from her outstretched, reaching, antiseptic-covered hand. “it’s none of your kriffing, festering business, nessa!” he snaps, his teeth on display, his eyes blazing a blue fire as he twists towards her, threatening to lash out like any wounded animal. he’s not her damned property, and he doesn’t need her to look after him, to be in his space, to ask him so many questions. he didn’t want her here in the first place, he never invited her in, and yet here she is, asserting a dominance she hasn’t earned from him.

after a moment though, he shuts his eyes and presses a palm to his forehead, nails in his curls, wiping at the gathering sweat. he hates himself almost as much as he hates this world, his chest impossibly tight, the wound on his side and back still gaping and stinging. in a forced, calmer tone, he responds, “i can handle myself against jedi, alright? don’t read into this.” he doesn’t want another hunter on this case, he doesn’t want it to be known that jaedah godkiller employed someone else to help him take down his prey. “this isn’t about them anyway. one just got in the way, took me by surprise, that’s all.” he can’t look at her as he says it, pinning his churning gaze downwards, towards the far corners of the room, as though the shadows there could leech his bad mood away. “this city is just distracting, i have to get out of here soon. i don’t know how you stomach it.”

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nobodylegacy​:

the nickname was not entirely inaccurate, and it drew both a smile and look of bemusement across rey’s features. they may not have been a steelpecker, but with all of the scavenging that they had done from the remains of the empire scattered across jakku deserts from the last real battle of the galactic civil war. “turns out there’s more food out there than portion bread.” not that unkar plutt would have ever let her known that, if it was his choice. being away from jakku was freedom in too many ways.

“it’s no jakku, that’s for certain,” they agreed with a nod of their head. as amazing as coruscant was, more modern than anything they had ever experienced before, in many ways it was also quite overwhelming for the scavenger who had grown up with almost no human contact for more than a decade of her life. there was no quiet, no real distance from people, no escape. literally. “it’s a long story, and i don’t think you’d believe the half of it, honestly,” a little glint of excitement shone in her dark eyes as she spoke, unable to help herself. “things got a little messy when the first order came there. it took me a long time to realize that i… didn’t have the place there that i thought i did.” instead, she belonged a part of something much bigger or greater. “i suppose all of this–” she motioned to the bustle around them. “–is normal for you.”

“there is a lot more food, and trouble out there in the universe than what you got on jakku,” he agrees, nodding curtly before glancing back towards the pile of scraps and mechanical pieces laid out across the shop surface. it seems so innocuous now, so pointless, so contrived, these scattered bits of machinery that he must dig through to find what he needs for escape. inside, he feels a pang of longing, of listlessness, remembering just how much is out in the galaxy, churning and spinning and teeming without him. “in any case, you spreading your wings means i won’t have any more reason to go back to jakku ever again for parts advice, which is a blessing all of itself.”

he steps around the scavenger slowly, carefully, feeling the pull of the crowd’s current on his own atmosphere, the river of people coalescing and cascading around them. “i imagine it would have to be something extraordinarily impressive, to get you off that world. i remember how attached you were to it.” he delivers this last line with a bit of a sneer, the idea of attachment in general being vaguely repulsive to someone like jaedah, who might cut the hands off a child if they gripped him too tightly. “the first order, though, huh? how serendipitous. they’re the reason i’m here as well.” rey can probably read from the scowl on his face that he’s not in league with them, or happy about it, but he continues, cold grey eyes scanning over the structures and towers of the city around them. “i’ve been to coruscant before, wasn’t impressed by it then either. but hey, if you’ve got a minute, i’d appreciate a dose of that uncanny insight of yours for mechanics, if you’re willing to give it. it’s for my ship... again.” he shrugs a bit.

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@burrinc​

“i’m just saying it’s not unheard of,” takkel bari says into the transmitter, causing jaedah to shoot the device a rancid look, the hologram of the zabrak mechanic merely shrugging in response. “you’d be surprised at how often you find those things in vector plates on the south side.”

jaedah returns his attention to the work before him, a pile of wires and cords and data chips all knotted and manged, the giant tangle still somehow attached to the mainframe of his ship, despite it’s near uselessness. it’ll be too expensive to replace all this, and despite the capable help he’s hired to work and fix the ship, he can’t afford much more without pulling off a heist and attracting too much attention to himself. he glances over at cienna, whittling away at her own task to complete, before sighing at takkel. “if you’re going to be disgusting and inadequate, i shouldn’t have called you in the first place.”

“what else are friends for?”

“we’re not friends. bye.”

the zabrak merely chuckles and salutes him. “may the force be with you, captain.”

“don’t bring the force into this, you slime-rat, that’s the last thing i need,” and he hangs up on him. luckily, he knows takkel well enough that the other will still answer his next call, and probably be just as unhelpful. regardless, he tosses the device onto the table and frowns darkly at the mess before him, muttering mostly to himself but not worried if cienna can hear him, “what bantha back-end feces manure, the force. spare me.”

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mvrvjvdes​:

&&. JAEDAH

she was right on his heels. luke had to be at the temple, that was the only explanation. and at this time, mara expected him to be alone. it would be perfect. with quick, confident strides in the direction of the abandoned building, different scenarios of how this would play out flashed in her mind. the assassin had known how she’d kill him for a while, but now it was finally within her grasp. that was until large hands grabbed her at the throat and entrapped her in a darkened alleyway. kriff, she should have never taken her eyes of that damned pirate. 

mara felt the thin, cold sting of his blade drawing blood, but the situation only brought a bitter grin to her lips. no, she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. and mara wasn’t about to be killed just before she could carry out her destiny. body stiffened as his arm wrapped around her to render her incapable of fighting back, and all that he got out of her was a huff of a smirk. but his knife pressed closer to her neck and she instinctively backed up - - her body sinking closer into his chest and feeling the strong, steady drumming of his heart against her shoulder blade. warm breath whispered at her skin and his beard scraped against her pale neck. ❝ with the way you’re holding me, i could ask you the same. ❞  voice was venom - - her mind working to think of just how to get out of his grasp. 

she backs up into him and he has to acquiesce to the movement, because the closer she is, the more control he has over her-- or at least, that’s the idea, that’s the goal, even if he knows he should be aiming for a more permanent solution. but there’s some questions he needs answered and murdering her as coldly as she would have murdered him doesn’t give him the fuller picture he knows he needs to have, going forward, as soon as he can figure out a way to get off this measly planet.

“oh yes, i’ve been thinking of you.” he tightens his grip on her throat, his teeth clenching, fangs out, claws digging in, his body struggling to yank her further into the darkness of the alleyway, so that even passing strangers won’t come across her corpse any time soon. “i’ve been thinking about how best to kill you for shooting down my ship, for marooning me to this starless world.” he rams her forward against one of the building walls, pinning her to the surface with his weight, one arm pressed against her shoulders, into the brick, keeping her steady, the blade still prominent in his grip, while the other hand begins taking the weapons she has on and tossing them away. “but first, you’re going to tell me who commissioned you to attack me. since i already know it wasn’t just you, acting on your own.”

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nessarhet​:

Nessa bobbed around the kitchenette, softly humming a catchy melody without a care in the world. Foodstuffs scattered the counters in disarray. Patches of flour spilled on the floor and on her cheeks. She barely even noticed the owner of the ship until a jacket was thrown at her feet. Nessa bent over to pick it up only to notice it’s torn at the end. She tsked her tongue, already making plans to mend it later.

“I’m cooking,” she chirped as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. This was not her home and the food littered around her did not belong to her, but she would pay him back. She always did. Nessa kept her word with him, and her loyalty had yet to be shaken. Jaedah understood her, never once judged her. Hells, she told him things about herself she wouldn’t dare speak aloud otherwise. “You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you? I’m making your favorite.” Nessa set down his jacket to observe his pained movements. With his back turned to her, she used the opportunity to kick a few shards of glass out of his line of sight.

“You’re hurt.” In a few strides she was at his side, not quite concerned. Jaedah was more than capable of caring for himself. Still, she pointed at the first-aid kit. “Do you want help?”

jaedah is all sharp edge and jagged endings this evening, his atmosphere frayed and worn, his mindset centered around claws and teeth and knives, so it’s unsurprising that every movement he makes is jerky and unsubtle, sudden and rough. he’s in no mood to be gentle, even with himself-- especially with himself, not with this sort of frustration and disappointment rushing through his veins, poisoning his blood. he hates everything, everything, everything; the whole world spanning out below his window and he would curse and spit on every inch of it if he could. he doesn’t need to be mended as much as he needs to get off this rock.

“i have a favorite?” he teases, even though there’s little amusement in his voice. he grateful to her that she’s making him anything at all, given his brusque personality and his lack of acknowledgement, but she knows him well enough by now to understand that’s just the way he deals with people. just the simple act of turning around, of not watching her, of turning his back towards her, is a show of trust he doesn’t grant many people. “my manhunt took an unexpected turn,” he explains, remembering the flash of green, a jedi in black, coming to the sudden rescue of jaedah’s prey. he tears open the box of antiseptics, setting the ones he needs on a small corner table, before pulling off his shirt and examining the damage across his skin: one more scar amidst a wide array of scars and brands and tattoos. “it should heal well enough, i think i got it,” he says, and then struggles to spread the antiseptic across the wound that’s stretched across his back.

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jaedah strides through the alleyways of the capital city on coruscant as though he is on a mission, as though he has no time left to him, as though the whole world might collapse in on itself any minute and he must be back to his ship to escape the calamity. he tears through the streets, under glowing lamplights and florescent incandescence, the city nightlife blooming with the coming darkness, a disposition he knows all too well from his travels, the vibrancy of danger leering around every corner, through the windows of every building, in the chests of every stranger. normally, he wouldn’t be so opposed to reveling in this place, to setting up and doing business here, but not tonight-- he has other things he must get to tonight.

his temper flares a moment when he hears the sound of his own name spoken aloud, turning around himself to follow the noise to its source, frowning, sure that anyone who would know him here, in a place like this, would only want trouble from him. but when he looks, he’s only met with the features of a young girl, dark hair, dark eyes, slim, guileless, her expression surprised, even though she was the one to catch him off guard. “you know me?” he keeps his voice low, tilting his head downwards to sharpen the steel in his gaze, his irises noting every shift and change in her face, the markers that create the angles and slopes of her. he tries to think about where he might have met her before, what sort of horrific circumstances probably went along with it, and comes up empty.

the city felt like it was close to the edge, and yet eisley was forced to keep on with business as usual. her frequent runs to the capitol to bring documents back and forth from the mansion to the offices were starting to get a bit daunting - - especially when her master worked late and made her go on those runs at night. it was strange - - that relationship. it felt like she was walking on glass now more than ever given the newest events in her life that she had to keep hidden, but nothing detrimental had happened yet. 

skies were darkened though the illuminated skyline ignited the streets with a downpour of light. eisley walked with a quickened pace - - her head down for the most part as she hurried back from the offices where she’d brought arm fulls of documents and holovids. being out alone at this time was always a disconcerting task, and all she wanted was to run back to her bedroom and lock the door. warm brown gaze glanced up at the person coming towards her, and that’s when her brows furrowed in a sort of distant familiarity. the girl couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something about him… and when she saw those steel hued, glowing eyes, that’s when she made the connection. eyes widened and she couldn’t help but go to him - - not knowing if that was a good idea or not, but eisley couldn’t control the rush of blood and the pounding in her chest at her old friend. ❝ jaedah? ❞ she questioned quietly once she was within an ear shot. 

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nobodylegacy​:

rey was nearly done with the bb-unit that she had built up from scratch, but a few pieces had been giving them trouble on and off. they thought that they could tinker enough with the parts to be able to fix it, but it turns out the pieces were nothing more than just scrap metal, better to give up on and go searching for a new w part. rey tried not to be out and about too much – she knew that she was well-known among the first order, and did not want to cause trouble or risk being followed back to the resistance base. still, this was intended to be a quick trip, in and out to get what they needed.

slim fingers reached out and grasped for it, not minding that they were taking it from another. that was the way that things had been in jakku, the only choice that she’d had in order to ensure that would have enough to survive. it was only because the other spoke their name that rey looked over at him, momentarily tense at the recognition before their own set in: jaedah. her brow furrowed in shock, jaw dropping one for a brief moment before they spoke. “what are you doing here?” it wasn’t as though they were oblivious to what he did, it just felt so out of place to see him here. a part of them had thought anyone they had ever met on jakku would be left exactly there.

a single, heavy eyebrow lifted over jaedah’s eye, the icy tones of his mechanical irises swirling slightly as they adjust over the similarities and changes of rey’s appearance, time having stretch long and wide between them seeing each other. “hello to you as well, little desert vulture,” he teases with a tone as stiff as iron, taking a step closer to her so that he doesn’t have to shout over the cacophony of the marketplace again. “been a while. you don’t look at wiry anymore, which is good. finally got something to eat, i assume.”

he remembers jakku well, remembers the arid heat, the dust storms, the wreckage of old battlefields, massive star-destroyers littering across the vast, sun-scorch landscape. it had been beautiful, in a post-apocalyptic sort of way. “coruscant is a beacon of modernization and a hub of commerce,” he says it as though it’s the obvious choice, as though he’d come here willingly, as though he hasn’t been barred from leaving through unfavorable circumstances as well as the drive for murder of a particular person. “i have deals here, always have. more surprisingly though, what are you doing here? i thought you’d never leave that sand-rock.” there had been something in her eyes when she’d spoken about jakku, not like she loved the planet, but that she belonged to it somehow, like a slave.

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@nobodylegacy​

for perhaps the twelfth time today, the pirate finds himself scavenging through dusty, havoc-ridden marketplaces, searching for pieces to a meta-drive in his ship’s mainframe, just as angry and burning as he’d been waking up earlier this morning, or last night, or the day before. his frustration radiates off his scarred skin in waves, his figure dark, his gait long and impatient, every face in the crowd becoming a target, becoming an enemy, his eyes shining metallic in the cold afternoon.

cienna has been prodding him to go out and buy these pieces for days now, insisting that he be the one to find them, even though he thought he’d specifically hired her to help do this job, and this part of the job in particular, but apparently he’s wrong. captains going down with their ships, and all that nonsense, has him striding through the crowded space like a knife to butter, hunting through scraps, rooting around in bits and shards. he spots one thing that might work for him, on the other side of a table, but doesn’t get to it in time before someone else picks it up. he’s about to snarl something insulting and continue on with his search before suddenly recognizing the truss of dark hair, the cut of jawline, the stretch of shoulders. “rey?” he asks, having to raise his voice slightly over the noise of their surroundings.

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@nessarhet​

jaedah godkiller strides onto his ship looking like hell, hair in disarray, thick black combat boots thundering across the metal, the transporter on his wrist sparking and short-circuiting as he rips it off and tosses it onto the small messroom table. his curses down at himself as he notices a large tear in the end of his long jacket, making quick work to yank it off and chuck it across to the other side of the room-- which is exactly when he notices nessa, making herself at home in his kitchenette. and making a kriffing mess.

“what in the hells are you doing?” he snaps, which he already suspects isn’t going to get him a logical answer, even if she has a logical reason for being there, raiding through his stores other than she’s just hungry. nessa is the type of woman to take what she wants, no holds barred, whether that be life, limb, or someone else’s food. him being a pirate, it’s a mindset he can understand. “whatever you’re eating, make it two.” he goes over to a wall-console and opens a small compartment of first-aid, deciding he’ll probably need some antiseptic on the newly-made cut across his side. it’s not bleeding, but since it comes from a lightsaber, he’s not surprised it hurts like hell. “just tell me you didn’t break a window or something to get in here.”

[xgodkiller]

@mvrvjvdes​

he catches her by the throat, the edge of his steel sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood across her skin just from the simple, controlled contact, the ice of of his blade contrasting against the heat of her body. his other arm wraps around her arms and torso, his looming shade coming up from behind her in the dimness of the alleyway, her attention taken enough by whatever sneaking, slimy, secret agent bullshit she’s on today, whatever mission she’s engaged in, for her not to notice his approach until it’s too late. he doesn’t care; all that matters is her pressed underneath his thumb, her figure drowned in his shadow.

his hand is perfectly steady and ready to draw the life out her, as he’s done to so many before, both guilty and innocent alike, while he leans his knife even further against the tendons in her neck. nothing could stop him if he decided to just kill her instantly and be done with this mess. instead, he growls into her ear, “miss me, jade?”

[xgodkiller]

hello helloooooo, so i’m bringing in an oc to the rp, his name is jaedah godkiller and he’s a wholeass bucket of trouble. he’s an intense guy, chaotic evil tendencies with force sensitivity that he actively ignores and would never admit to having because he is not entirely darkside, despite being a ruthless space pirate~ he hates mostly everything and everyone and is pretty perpetually unimpressed with the entire galaxy.

so here’s the run-down:

he grew up on the deck of a star-destroyer left over from the empire, he never had a homeplanet

his father was a sith lord who relocated to the outer rim and wild space regions on the outskirts of the galaxy, where space is much less mapped out and the new alliance government wouldn’t reach them, where they could pirate other vessels or raid unsuspecting planetary outposts

when jaedah was still a teenager, his father left him in charge of the ship, to go to exegol and serve the emperor, which jaedah kept running only a few years before the alliance caught up to him and destroyed the ship- his little sister died in the chaos

jaedah was thrown onto a prison planet for a few years until he learned that his father, and other sith all died on exegol

he escaped and decided to lead his own life as a pirate, scavenging and fighting for everything he owns, everything he can keep on him

some months back, his ship was shot down over coruscant and he’s been simultaneously trying to fix it and hunt down the person responsible

tidbits about jaedah for absolutely no reason:

his eyes are metallic and mechanical, they glow in the dark and give him sight-enhancement

his sister was quite a bit younger than him and he loved her wholeheartedly-- she was the only thing he really cared about growing up

as one might guess, his father was a complete evil bastard and abused the shit out of jaedah, so no, he don’t trust anyone

smokes like a chimney

he owns a lot of weapons and a lot of scars and a lot of tattoos

he would sell your soul to satan for one corn chip

with a name like godkiller, he has created something of a reputation for himself, but it’s not galactic or anything

please plot with me okay please

for a more in-depth look, check here

[xgodkiller]

“Handsome as life and poison. Sun-blood handsome. Bleeding sun.”

— Lucie Thésée, tr. by Richard Archambeau, from “Poem,” wr. c. 1941