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a/n - This one took its sweet time forming up, but I'm happy with how it turned out. This was after a throw away joke in @photogirl894's Sun & Rain concerning how Kimber and Rina met, so I wanted to take a stab on how they may have met.

Warning(s): depictions of violence, sketchy establishments

Rina's foot continued its bouncing taps as she waited on who else was going to deny her a hit from her mod. Some clone had pocketed it after bringing her into their makeshift brig. A perverse shell game in a sea of identical faces as to who currently held her fix. The durasteel door slid open and the woman tilted her head back. A satisfying pop from her neck sounded before bringing her head forward once more.

“Look I appreciate you being gentlemanly and shit, but you shouldn't keep a lady wait- Huh, well I'll be damned. They get a special one? I'm touched, really.”

The armor clad individual certainly looked the part. The visor offered no tells.

The captor made their approach soon taking the empty seat. The table separating them. The captor's hands slowly going to their helmet.

Rina huffed a laugh as the helmet rested on the table with a muted thunk.

“Well, now I've seen everything.”

The armored woman offered a ghost of a smile, “You're more talkative than with Jesse at least.”

Rina rolled her eyes, “I got a few words for the one who took an elbow to the cod.”

The armored woman sighed, “You were caught nosing around our cruiser.”

“and did you find any tools on me?”

“Could've been a lookout, so what were you doing at the ship bay?”

“Working. I was chasing my mark into the bay. Would've got 'im if your boys didn't pile on me.”

The woman raised a brow, “You're a bounty hunter?”

“Bounties, deliveries, whatever keeps the credits comin'.”

“Maybe we can help each other.”

Rina shrugged, “Don't take offense, but I need more than words.”

The woman produced a small metal box setting it on the center of the table. Rina's gaze fixated.

“Kimber Sallaros.”

Rina gingerly reached out to the contraption bringing it to her lips. Her finger locked on the button firing the device as she inhaled. Her nerves singing as the flavored smoke filled her lungs.

“Rina Caska,” She exhaled with the smoke drifting from her lips, “so what do you need from me?”

Kimber exited the makeshift brig. A clone lieutenant coming to her side.

“She tell you where she hid the parts?”

“No, but she might be able to help us find our thief.”

His hand gently grabbed her wrist, “Kimber, you can't just go offering a meal to every stray you meet.”

“I'm not letting her go out alone, Jesse.”

“and I can't spare any men right now.”

Kimber slipped her arm free of his grasp, “I'll be with her, and we'll be leaving in ten. The sooner we get those parts back, the better.”

She shook her head as soon as she turned down a corridor. Certainly Jakku was different than her home planet, but a person was still a person. Although her trip to the armory allowed her mind to weigh over the decision hoping it would not come back to bite her later.

“Any harm that comes to her will have you shipped off to Coruscant to await trial. Are we clear?”

“I'm reading you, Face. No shady shit. What about shenanigans or tomfoolery?”

Jesse pinched the bridge of his nose. Kimber soon joining the pair towards the main doors. Rina offered the woman a two finger salute.

“Guess you're my sitter for this.”

“Looks like it. Let's get going.”

The women took their leave. Rina not speaking until they neared the border of the ship bay.

“Face still trying to burn a hole in my head?”

Kimber glanced back at the cruiser. The lieutenant nowhere in sight.

“He's gone.”

“Good, you need to ditch your armor for a bit.”

“What?”

Rina chuckled, “No one's gonna give you the time of day when you have 'narc' stamped on your forehead.”

Kimber raised a brow at Rina's bluntness. Her gaze tracing over the plastoid adorning her body.

“I guess it does stand out here.”

The civilian shook her head, “We'll stop by my place and we'll throw some dirt on ya.”

Rina regarded Kimber with a nonchalant side eye, “If it's too much for you, you can plug me with your blaster and run.”

“I'm not going to shoot you.”

Rina took a drag and exhaled a plume of smoke, “Pretty honorable. I'd be sparing with handing that out.”

Rina led her escort through the winding alleyways eventually landing on the threshold of a hut that was a strong gust away from becoming a pile of rubble.

“Ain't much, but it's a place to lay.” Rina excused unlocking the door.

She gestured to her guest and led her inside. Rina made a b line for a stash of clothing folded along a coffee table. Kimber took in the sparse decor. The one room hovel appeared clean, yet it still held the spiderweb cracks of its losing battle with time.

“Heads up.” Rina called as a wad of fabric sailed through the air.

“Put those on. You can keep your pants and braid.”

Catching the clothing, Kimber glanced at the clothing and before looking up to see Rina facing a wall.

“Let me know when you're done, yeah?”

After some time doffing the armor and donning the borrowed shirt and jacket, Kimber adjusted the hem.

“I'm dressed.”

Rina chose to lose her staring contest with the wall, “One last thing.”

The shorter of the two women took a drag from her mod allowing the smoke to coil around her as she pulled open a cabinet door. Her free hand ferreting around until coming away with her prize. The tearing of paper drew Kimber's attention as the woman tore a backing from a square before smoothing the square to adhere to her arm.

“I don't smoke on a job.” Rina explained, tearing open another packet.

The second square was soon slapped near the first. She pulled her sleeve back down to shield the patches from view.

“Alright, let's go to work.”

The pair melded into the crowd as the sun had begun to set. The streets rousing from their slumber. Buildings lighting up with garish neon.

“Next building on your right.” Rina murmured, regarding a two story lit in rosy hues.

The scent of perfumes wrinkled Kimber's nose as Rina approached the counter. An older Twi'lek woman attended the counter.

“Looking for company for the evening?”

Rina clinked some credits on to the counter, “Is Ticia available tonight?”

The older woman eyed up the pair, “for two?”

A few more credits tumbled onto the small stack, “She'll just be watching.”

“I'll get her ready for you.” The attendant smiled, swiping the credits into her hand.

As she disappeared behind a curtain, Rina took in her partner's expression.

“First time at a skin shop?”

“That obvious?”

Rina chuffed a laugh, “Well, brace yourself. Oh, and try not to make eye contact or it'll get weird.”

The elderly Twi'lek woman reappeared gesturing for the pair to follow. Heeding the mercenary's warning, Kimber focused her gaze towards Rina's back. The cacophony of drunken banter and wolf whistles could have passed for the ambiance of 79's, yet the expanses of scantily clad women would probably be more at home in Nar Shaada. The pair was led to an unremarkable looking door among a row of identical doors.

“Enjoy yourselves, ladies.” The elderly woman beckoned them inside shutting the door behind them once Kimber cleared the threshold. A Twi'lek woman sat on the bed. Her sheer garb complimenting her coral complexion.

The mercenary crossed the room folding down into a seat. Signaling her escort to occupy the plush armchair.

“How're you holdin' up?” Rina began, her tone missing its bite.

The Twi'lek ghosted a hand against the side of her face. An angry purple bruise encircled her left eye.

“It 'urts less today.”

She nodded before gesturing to the occupied chair, “Ticia, this is my associate. Kimber, Ticia.”

Ticia brought her gaze to Kimber before her eyes plummeted to the ground.

“Did you find 'im?”

“He gave me the slip when he stirred up the docks, but I'll get him. Has he come back to see you?”

Her free hand clenched a handful of the sheer skirt rubbing the material between her fingers, “Not since I 'ired you, but 'e said work was picking up.”

“You got anything for me? Chop shop he frequents?”

Ticia shook her head, “Nothing about a shop, but 'e works for the rippers.”

Rina's mouth formed a hard line and nodded. A hand wiping across her face to sweep back a few stray locks.

“Think I can work with that.” 

She rose from her seat popping a few credits into her client's lap.

“Get some rest and something to eat. If he shows up, give me a ring, yeah?”

The Twi'lek lifted her gaze offering the mercenary a nod. Rina returned the gesture before offering a beckoning hand to her partner. The pair were silent as they took their leave. Kimber spoke up as soon as structures separated them from the pleasure house.

“Was that from him?”

Rina nodded, keeping her gaze ahead, “Hear he's got a bit of a temper. Unfortunately, that's normal.”

“Couldn't you go to the authorities? Even if you only have a description, I'm sure the-”

The other woman's side eye glance cause the words to fade.

“One: you're not my boss, and two: they don't have the time.”

Kimber frowned, “but she has the credits to pay someone like you?”

Rina shrugged her shoulders, “You'd be surprised. People fall through the cracks when a war's going on. That's where people like me come in.”

Kimber followed her shorter companion, “So are we hunting him down?”

“Nah, he's gonna come to us.”

The mercenary jerked her head towards a building with a flat top.

“How good can you climb?”

The sharpshooter smirked, “Not my first tall perch.”

Rina chuckled as they stopped at the building's side wall, “Well then, after you.”

She sized up the wall before glancing at Rina. A huff of amusement blew through her nose before the mercenary braced her back against the wall. Her fingers interlocking.

With a dismissive shake of her head, Kimber scaled the wall. Her blasters secured to her as she pulled herself up. Once on the rooftop, she leaned down with an arm outstretched. However, the sound impact on the wall drew her attention. Her arm jerking back as she could finally see the origin of the noise.

A set of ten fingers clung to the edge before the owner of those fingers pulled herself up to join the sharpshooter.

Rina huffed once she was up and over the ledge. Her head shaking to shoo away a few tendrils of hair that were out of place.

“Not bad.”

Rina shrugged, “I'm better in big cities.”

Her hand buried itself into a pocket as she found a patch of roof to sit on. She produced a small object, offering it out. Upon Kimber declining with a raised hand, Rina uncapped the canister taking a swig.

“So,” Kimber spoke up after a brief stretch of silence passed between them, “Have you...always been on Jakku?”

“Nah,” Rina replied, coming up for air, “Just here long enough to get some credits and keep flying.”

She tapped the canister against her leg, “You always with your boys chasing armor?”

“Excuse me?”

“My bad, preferring the company of clones.”

Kimber scrunched up her nose.

“What, you're just with a ship full of guys for the thrill?” Rina jested.

“I just needed a change.” Kimber dismissed.

Rina hummed, “So who was he?”

“Huh?”

“The guy.”

“There's no guy.”

The mercenary's amused gaze met the sharpshooter's.

“There's always a guy.”

Rina's smirk grew as Kimber's lips set into a line.

“Alright, spill. Which one?”

“...he's not on the ship.”

“Ah, so a fling then?”

The air between them thickened as silence spread.

“It's not important...”

The mercenary nodded. Her eyes drifted to her canister, “Well...whoever he was, he was stupid to let you get away.”

Kimber lifted her widened gaze to the other woman, who only huffed an amused laugh.

“When you do what I do, you learn to read people.” Rina stashed the canister as she narrowed her gaze, “There's our guy.”

On the street below, a Weequay exited the tavern. His gaze darted to and from clusters of passersby before setting off. Rina crept towards the edge of the roof.

“How do you know it's him?”

“Believe me, I know. He'll lead us back to where your parts are, or I get to beat it outta him.”

They tailed their mark while still keeping their distance.They weaved their way through town until they neared a metal structure. Gutted speeders splayed out like corpses around what passed as a yard. The sharpshooter followed her companion's lead, circling towards the rear of the building.

Rina held a hand to catch Kimber's attention. She silently patted her hip where the sharpshooter holstered a blaster.

“This goes sideways. Three rounds in the air.” Rina whispered.

“They scatter from that?”

“Nah, but the GAR comes runnin’.”

They inched closer to the door. Their eyes met. The shorter woman giving a nod. Kimber pulled out her blaster before Rina tried the door. When it refused to budge, the mercenary launched herself at the obstacle. The door giving way as her shoulder slammed into the surface. Rina followed through with the momentum with Kimber hot on her heels.

The group of neerdowells froze mid-task. Eyes locked onto the intruders. Among the cluster of scrappers, a familiar visage made a satisfied smirk curl Rina’s lips.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“and who the kriff are you, half-pint?”

Rina took a step forward, “Heard you like throwin’ hands. Thought you’d like a girl who’d rough you up for a change.”

The women took cover behind a speeder as the first blasts rang out. Each attempt at gaining a glimpse of the enemy had the women ducking back to safety.

“We need to think of something.”

The mercenary whipped her head to her companion.

“Great observation. Feel free to pull an idea out of your ass, Boss Lady.”

Kimber resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead focused on a glint. A speeder’s mirror lay propped against a pile of scrap. Her fingers curled tighter around her blaster.

                   *Relax, Sunshine. Breath in, hold, exhale.*

The bolt screamed from her blaster towards the mirror and a second later a scraper’s weapon clattered to the floor.

The resulting blaster fire had patrols on their position shortly after the women claimed their victory. The target’s face marred and maimed from a few rounds with the mercenary. Said mercenary admired her handiwork in the holocam.

“Did she need proof you took him down?”

Rina closed down the device, “Nah, but sometimes it helps seeing him roughed up.”

As their quarry was hauled away, Kimber spoke up.

“You were pretty good. You could make a name for yourself.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” Rina chuckled, “but save your pitch. GAR doesn’t pay enough.”

With a nod, the sharpshooter turned to take her leave to the cruiser.

“Hey.”

Kimber turned, a small object tossed in her direction. She snatched it up, a black comm device resting in her palm.

“In case you’re in trouble or need to find some to get into.”

Rina offered a two finger salute before she began to walk away.

“Keep those boys in line, Boss Lady.”

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a/n: Hi all, I'm looking to poke my head back in for a bit since I still have some more stories to tell. Anyway, let me know what you guys think of this since it was living rent free in my head for a bit.

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The base was in full swing as the afternoon approached. Unfortunately for one member of 141 the day began far too early for his liking. A hand passed through the close kept sides of his Mohawk as he shuffled into the break room. As he took in his surroundings, an odd sound met his ears. He waited a moment before hearing it again. Sniffling. He was the only one in the room.. he thought before he swept the room finding the source curled up under a table for two.

Underneath sat a little girl. Her fingers curling tighter around the stuffed animal she held.

“Well hello, lass,” he greeted as if speaking to a skittish kitten, “whatcha cryin’ for?”

The girl curled tighter into herself, “Mama and Papa says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

He smiled a bit, “they’re pretty smart. Well, my name is Johnny, but you can call me Soap. What’s your name?”

“…Lina.” She replied, hiding her mouth behind her stuffed rabbit, “and this is Hase.”

“It’s good to meet you, Lina.” He moved to sit on the floor to be more at her level, “now what’s got you down?”

She rubbed at one of her piercing blue eyes, “mama and I came to see papa at work. He was gonna take me to shoot guns.”

The soldier nodded, “that sounds like fun,”

“But mama was talking to a man and I thought I saw papa so I went after him and…and I can’t find him.” Her lower lip quivered.

“‘S alright, no need to cry. Tell you what. I know my way around here and we can find your dad together.”

His answer came from her nodding. Her blonde ponytail swishing with each movement of her head. After a few moments the little girl was coaxed out from her hiding place.

“So, what’s your dad look like?”

She thought for a moment, “well he’s big. Like really big.” She put up her hands and stood on tip toes for emphasis, “an-and he wears a mask to scare bad guys, and he’s really good at those guns that shoot things really far away.”

Soap pondered the girl’s clues for a moment until he glanced at her hair once more as a smirk curled his lip. “I think I know where your dad is, let’s go.”

A knock sounded disturbing the sound of a pen scratching a signature.

“It’s open.”

The sergeant stepping in with a snarky grin was met with a flat gaze.

“Lt, you dog.”

“Hell are you going on about, Johnny,”

“I thought what we had was special,” Soap replied as if hurt, “and here you go keeping this adorable lass a se-”

“That’s not my papa.”

The sergeant nearly broke his neck to glance at the girl, “lass, you’re sure?”

Lina nodded, “Papa’s bigger.”

Wait. Bigger than Ghost? Then who-

“Papa!” She squealed, charging past the sergeant towards the soldier who stopped in the doorway from the girl’s squeal.

Without missing a beat, the colonel scooped up the child, who began to throw her arms around his neck.

“I missed you.” She buried her face into the cowl of his mask.

“Guess you got your answer,” Ghost huffed in amusement.

The two men were ignored by the colonel as he addressed his little one, “I missed you too, but where is your mother, Prinzessin?”

“Mama was talking to a man. He has the room that smells bad. We can go see her!”

“We will be waiting in my office, and leave Ghost and Soap be.”

As the human battering ram took his leave, a tiny hand waved over his massive shoulder. 

“Bye, Soap.”

It was only a few days when Soap arrived at his desk with an offensively pink envelope resting on top of a stack of paperwork. Once he plucked up the scrap of paper and popped open the seal, his eyebrows rose as he read the contents.

“Oi Gaz, rain check on the pub crawl.”

At his companion’s questioning gaze, the sergeant flashed the pink invitation pinched between his fingers.

“I got a birthday party to go to.”

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Trying to prove a point here

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a/n: So I've had this idea for a bit, while not starring the Batch we do get Wrecker doing what he does best. So enjoy <3

Steam seeped into the locker room as a pair of towel clad men emerged from the men’s showers. The shorter of the two running another towel along his shaved head. His body momentarily free of the stench of soot.

“You got any plans for off-time?”

His companion took a moment to answer before a shirt covered his broad chest.

“Think the Missus wanted to try that new noodle place. She’s been craving anything with chili oil.”

The shorter man made a face, “Little one already causing trouble, eh Wrecker?”

Wrecker’s boisterous laugh bounced along the walls, “Don’t I know it.”

The two continued dressing with the remnants of laughter devolving into an occasional chuckle.

The shorter man fell silent as his eyes fell upon a black box perched on his shelf. Wrecker followed his companion’s gaze. The corners of his mouth weighiing down his once jovial expression.

“Hardcase, she didn’t say no, did she?”

He only chewed on his lip, “Haven’t asked…”

Wrecker’s frown deepened, “So why not?”

Only a shrug was provided. A weight soon placed upon them.

“Hardcase, she’s crazy about you. And you’re crazy about her, yeah?”

He nodded.

Unsatisfied with his response, the larger man jostled him, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Hardcase relented, losing a battle with a smile curling his lip.

The larger man plucked up the box before pressing it to the man’s chest.

“Look, I know that question’s tough, but girls like her don’t come around everyday.”

His hand brushed along his head, “I…what do I even say?”

“Say how you feel.”

Her watch struck 1730 as she kept her weapon at the ready. She kept her breathing steady despite anticipation prickling the nape of her neck. He should be home any minute now. In that moment she’ll have him. The bait she left him should be enticing enough. Her eyes snapped to the gate as the lock jangled.

In waltzed her target. His steps lighter than usual. His own weapon in hand as he fell into a sweep and clear. Muscle memory from a previous life when he would charge into battle shoulder to shoulder with his brothers.

She remained hidden for only a few moments longer as he passed by. As soon as his back was turned, her finger squeezed the trigger.

The stream connected with his back causing a surprised yelp to leave his throat. He swiftly returned fire. The lukewarm spray from his own weapon claiming her chest. Laughter and shots were traded until both tanks held only air. Despite the lack of ammunition, he intended to win this battle. Abandoning his weapon, he was quick to approach, scooping his beloved into his arms. Her accompanying squeal and the gentle pounding on his back only fueling his resolve as he made his way to the pool.

“Hardcase, don’t you da-”

Another squeal left her as he tossed her into the water. He soon leaped in after her.

She soon resurfaced seeing red and ready to give him a piece of her mind. However the words died in her throat at the sight before her. Her beloved Hardcase with a death grip on a little black box. His usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

“I…we’ve been together for a while…” He huffed a laugh as he averted her gaze, “I still wonder what I did to get a girl like you to fall for well, me. I-I’ve screwed up a lot in life, and I’ve been screwing up by not asking sooner.”

His eyes finally met hers, “Whaddya say? You wanna do this with me?”

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I've had this little idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to sit down and plot it out.

Disclaimer: This isn't meant to be some sort of One-Worksheet-Fits-All situation. This is meant to be a visual representation of some type of story planning you could be doing in order to develop a plot!

Lay down groundwork! (Backstory integral to the beginning of your story.) Build hinges. (Events that hinge on other events and fall down like dominoes) Suspend structures. (Withhold just enough information to make the reader curious, and keep them guessing.)

And hey, is this helps... maybe sit down and write a story! :)

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Thanks so much! It kind of came to me when I was figuring out what to do with lavender and remembered lavender was often used in teas. And from there it went to apothecary! Reader and then to the thought of ‘omg Wolffe pokes at her being a witch’ and reader is like ‘nah, science’

🪻Part of the Flower Fic Event 🪻

Check out the others to get your fill of clones

🪻 @arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

🪻@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

🪻@totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

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🪻@nahoney22 - Fox

🪻 @jedi-hawkins - Kix

🪻@moonstrider9904 - Howzer

a/n: I'm back but I'm a tad rusty

Deft fingers plucked a sprig of vegetation from its place among its brethren. With careful inspection for any signs of blight, the herbalist’s gaze fell to her escort. An impish smile curling her lips.

“Ser Wolffe, I’m inclined to warn you that if you keep that expression it may freeze.”

She was met with a humorless laugh, “Is that your way of putting a curse on me?”

“If I intended to do harm, I would have slipped my turmeric reserves in your wine skin while you slept.”

Her eyes drew to the skies overhead. The clouds granting a reprieve from the afternoon sun.

The clink of plate mail reached her ears, “Have enough weeds for your potions?”

The herbalist cast a sideways glance, “Medicinal herbs for my elixirs, and no, these would barely last your men a week.”

Silence enveloped the pair as she trekked deeper into the forest. Her armored shadow trailing behind.

The tranquility of their herb expedition was halted as the heavens opened up pouring rain onto floral and fauna alike. The pair slogged through the muck to their refuge, a cave hopefully abandoned of creatures. A firm grip on her shoulder halted her scurrying.

"Stay near the mouth."

His other hand drew his sword from its sheath. He stepped deeper into the cave, sword at the ready for any beast that called this cave home.

The apothecary peeled back the hood of her cloak. The material clinging to her from the downpour. Her satchel soon met the ground as gently as she could. The flora samples and vials of many elixirs and tonics softly clinking together. She freed herself from her cloak as he returned.

"It's abandoned. We can wait for the rain to pass."

With the issue settled, the knight took to gathering what dry wood that could be found. After attempts to coax a spark, the herbalist began to rummage through her satchel. Finding her target, she produced a sealed vial containing a ghostly white plant. The cork loosened with a satisfying pop, she tipped the vial onto the collection of wood.

"You have a spell for this,"

Her nose scrunched as she set to work with her flint and steel. Once. Twice. On the third strike, a spark finally fell into the moss setting it alight. The wood beginning to crackle as it began to catch.

"I'd prefer trusting in science over waving hands and muttering hexes."

The knight slipped his belt from his waist, resting his sword against cave wall. His chest plate was soon to join his weapon revealing a charcoal tunic. A lupine silhouette etched into the fabric with meticulous thread work.

Her gaze whipped away from his form in favor of her satchel. A metal pot being worked loose from its fastenings before she tipped over a few waterskins before she set to work on her mortar and pestle. A tincture of violet petals soon ground into a fine powder with her deliberate motions. The pot soon being warmed by the bed of embers as the powder was split between two cups.

He studied her ministrations. The soft scraping of stone on stone melded well with the crackling of the fire. It was not much longer before a steaming mug of the mixture was before him.

"It'll take the chill out, and allow you a night's rest."

At meeting his unwavering gaze, she took a sip from the mug before offering it once more.

"It's harmless lavender. It only helps."

He gingerly wrapped his fingers among the mug, savoring its warmth before he lifted the beverage. The scent he was only familiar with in large cites wafted towards him. Its delicate floral notes momentarily softened his vigilance.

The mixture met his lips and soon warmed his core only to spread outward as time passed. His muscles less rigid. A sigh allowed to leave his lips.

Perhaps some witchcraft would be a welcomed comfort. As long as she was the one to brew her potions for him.

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Omg and I didn’t even consider the fact that they both hang out with himbos. Yes, Moana and Maui are platonic but you look at some of those interactions and don’t see Rina and Wrecker goofing off like that?

Hi Morgan !

As we know so far that your oc, Kimber is a mix of Mulan's personalities and Belle's beauty look.

So I'm wondering...

Which disney princess matches in for each the koriena force members ( except Rina because she's from @l-lend 's oc and it's up to her if she wanna answer it or not ) in your opinion ?

You know, it hadn't occurred to me that Kimber was a lot like Mulan in terms of personality! I love that! 😊

Hmm let's see...I've got some in mind and a couple aren't "official" Disney Princesses, but I say they count!

Lex:

I would say Raya fits her best.

Much like Lex, Raya is a badass fighter, has a fiery attitude and isn't afraid to get into a fight when needed, which also makes her a bit reckless in that regard, but she also has a big heart and keeps her goals and her loved ones mind, making them the main drive that keeps her going.

Kida:

For Kida, definitely Meg!

Meg is a huge flirt, which is Kida's biggest trait, but she also doesn't let anyone boss her around. She's her own woman and, despite being closed off from the idea of love, the right guy comes along and just sweeps her off her feet. Though, that doesn't detract from her independence, at all.

Irys:

Kida is the fit for her.

Kida is a lot like Irys because she's extremely intelligent, being the Princess of a highly advanced people who excelled in languages and technology, which is what Irys is skilled in. She may be a bit blunt in the way she comes across to people, but she still cares nevertheless for those who earn her respect. (I also partially chose her/this gif because Milo looks like Tech, whom Irys shares a friendly rivalry with 😜)

Edit:

BONUS! Kori:

Baby Hercules 😜

Cuz well...he's a baby 🤣 haha

BUT Hercules is also the son of the King of the Gods and Kori's father's name means "King", so it still works 😁

@l-lend you got a Disney Princess in mind for Rina?? I'd love to hear your thoughts!!

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Educational Saturday 😉❤️

I come to you today with a very important and very loving blurb about requests, courtesy, and how this site works.

This was a recent interaction I got, and I know others will be able to elaborate on it much better, so I'll keep it simple:

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This site operates on REBLOGS.

Reading or requesting without doing anything to share the writer's work is very one-sided and not how we do things here.

SO, my beloved readers...

If you enjoy it, reblog it.

Don't bother with likes.

Comments can be put in the reblog.

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sincerely, one of many authors putting their hearts and souls into creating awesome stuff for you to enjoy (and appreciate). ;)

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Alright, I did some research on Disney princesses to refresh myself and when I read a certain one was “generally too stubborn to back away from new challenges”, I knew ‘yeah, that’s Rina,’.

So..Moana it is.

Rina and Moana are both pretty capable and also lean into having the conflict of who they are and what they’re meant to do. It also didn’t help when the wiki mentioned Moana’s ability to “present herself as an imposing force despite her size”. If that doesn’t scream Rina, then I don’t know what.

Hi Morgan !

As we know so far that your oc, Kimber is a mix of Mulan's personalities and Belle's beauty look.

So I'm wondering...

Which disney princess matches in for each the koriena force members ( except Rina because she's from @l-lend 's oc and it's up to her if she wanna answer it or not ) in your opinion ?

You know, it hadn't occurred to me that Kimber was a lot like Mulan in terms of personality! I love that! 😊

Hmm let's see...I've got some in mind and a couple aren't "official" Disney Princesses, but I say they count!

Lex:

I would say Raya fits her best.

Much like Lex, Raya is a badass fighter, has a fiery attitude and isn't afraid to get into a fight when needed, which also makes her a bit reckless in that regard, but she also has a big heart and keeps her goals and her loved ones mind, making them the main drive that keeps her going.

Kida:

For Kida, definitely Meg!

Meg is a huge flirt, which is Kida's biggest trait, but she also doesn't let anyone boss her around. She's her own woman and, despite being closed off from the idea of love, the right guy comes along and just sweeps her off her feet. Though, that doesn't detract from her independence, at all.

Irys:

Kida is the fit for her.

Kida is a lot like Irys because she's extremely intelligent, being the Princess of a highly advanced people who excelled in languages and technology, which is what Irys is skilled in. She may be a bit blunt in the way she comes across to people, but she still cares nevertheless for those who earn her respect. (I also partially chose her/this gif because Milo looks like Tech, whom Irys shares a friendly rivalry with 😜)

Edit:

BONUS! Kori:

Baby Hercules 😜

Cuz well...he's a baby 🤣 haha

BUT Hercules is also the son of the King of the Gods and Kori's father's name means "King", so it still works 😁

@l-lend you got a Disney Princess in mind for Rina?? I'd love to hear your thoughts!!

[l-lend]

🪻Part of the Flower Fic Event 🪻

Check out the others to get your fill of clones

🪻 @arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

🪻@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

🪻@totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

🪻 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🪻@nahoney22 - Fox

🪻 @jedi-hawkins - Kix

🪻@moonstrider9904 - Howzer

a/n: I'm back but I'm a tad rusty

Deft fingers plucked a sprig of vegetation from its place among its brethren. With careful inspection for any signs of blight, the herbalist’s gaze fell to her escort. An impish smile curling her lips.

“Ser Wolffe, I’m inclined to warn you that if you keep that expression it may freeze.”

She was met with a humorless laugh, “Is that your way of putting a curse on me?”

“If I intended to do harm, I would have slipped my turmeric reserves in your wine skin while you slept.”

Her eyes drew to the skies overhead. The clouds granting a reprieve from the afternoon sun.

The clink of plate mail reached her ears, “Have enough weeds for your potions?”

The herbalist cast a sideways glance, “Medicinal herbs for my elixirs, and no, these would barely last your men a week.”

Silence enveloped the pair as she trekked deeper into the forest. Her armored shadow trailing behind.

The tranquility of their herb expedition was halted as the heavens opened up pouring rain onto floral and fauna alike. The pair slogged through the muck to their refuge, a cave hopefully abandoned of creatures. A firm grip on her shoulder halted her scurrying.

"Stay near the mouth."

His other hand drew his sword from its sheath. He stepped deeper into the cave, sword at the ready for any beast that called this cave home.

The apothecary peeled back the hood of her cloak. The material clinging to her from the downpour. Her satchel soon met the ground as gently as she could. The flora samples and vials of many elixirs and tonics softly clinking together. She freed herself from her cloak as he returned.

"It's abandoned. We can wait for the rain to pass."

With the issue settled, the knight took to gathering what dry wood that could be found. After attempts to coax a spark, the herbalist began to rummage through her satchel. Finding her target, she produced a sealed vial containing a ghostly white plant. The cork loosened with a satisfying pop, she tipped the vial onto the collection of wood.

"You have a spell for this,"

Her nose scrunched as she set to work with her flint and steel. Once. Twice. On the third strike, a spark finally fell into the moss setting it alight. The wood beginning to crackle as it began to catch.

"I'd prefer trusting in science over waving hands and muttering hexes."

The knight slipped his belt from his waist, resting his sword against cave wall. His chest plate was soon to join his weapon revealing a charcoal tunic. A lupine silhouette etched into the fabric with meticulous thread work.

Her gaze whipped away from his form in favor of her satchel. A metal pot being worked loose from its fastenings before she tipped over a few waterskins before she set to work on her mortar and pestle. A tincture of violet petals soon ground into a fine powder with her deliberate motions. The pot soon being warmed by the bed of embers as the powder was split between two cups.

He studied her ministrations. The soft scraping of stone on stone melded well with the crackling of the fire. It was not much longer before a steaming mug of the mixture was before him.

"It'll take the chill out, and allow you a night's rest."

At meeting his unwavering gaze, she took a sip from the mug before offering it once more.

"It's harmless lavender. It only helps."

He gingerly wrapped his fingers among the mug, savoring its warmth before he lifted the beverage. The scent he was only familiar with in large cites wafted towards him. Its delicate floral notes momentarily softened his vigilance.

The mixture met his lips and soon warmed his core only to spread outward as time passed. His muscles less rigid. A sigh allowed to leave his lips.

Perhaps some witchcraft would be a welcomed comfort. As long as she was the one to brew her potions for him.

@locitapurplepink, @rain-on-kamino, @writing-positivelyexisting, @burningfieldof-clover, @padawancat97, @ahsokastechie

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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Wrecker tends to be who I write for when comfort is needed.

Psst, I also have some Tech works in my masterlist.

Let me hold you (Wrecker Oneshot)

Just some nice comfort stuff with the Batch's best hugger. Happy Wrecker Wednesday

A little bit of angst in this one as a fair warning

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Mechanic!Reader

You trudged home to your apartment on Ord Mantell. Your gait a mix between shuffling with the occasional step onto curbs. The ship that was in your service bay had just blown its second coupling, which meant more time wrestling with the rusted out beast and another call with a pissed off owner, and a reminder that he could always take his business and credits elsewhere. You would love to tell him where to shove his business, but your rent needed to be paid unless you wanted to give up your repair hanger. Finally, coming to the door and with the swipe of a keycard, the smothering silence of your apartment swallowed you up. You slipped your keys onto the counter, and shuffled into your room seeking your comfort clothes. Your pants hit the floor, followed by your shirt before your hands cracked open a drawer meant for when your boyfriend has his stats in town. Not that he doesn’t like his blacks and armor, but civi clothing drew less attention when you two were out. She smiled to yourself. Civi clothing might help a bit but his large build and larger personality still made him stick out among the crowds. Once you procured your target, you grabbed up the fabric and unfurled it before slipping one of his shirts over your head. Once the material fell to your mid thigh, your spirits lifted a bit. The combined scents of him and the detergent to soothing you. Your glanced over to your bed and as if heeding a siren’s call you crawled into the safety of your sheets.

The chirping of your comm brought you out of your slumber. You groaned as you groped to answer it. “Hello?” “Hey ad’ika,” Your heart beat faster, a smile broke out on your lips. “Hey big guy, how was the mission?” “Wasn’t so bad, I got ta blow up some stuff.” “Yeah?” A quieter voice was barely picked up by the comm causing him to chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll tell her. Omega says hi.” You huffed a laugh, “Tell her I said hi back.” You rolled onto your back, your smile momentarily faltered, “I’ve missed you.” Even through the comm, you could feel the warmth of his presence, “I miss you too. How was your day?” There was silence for a moment. “Not so good. It was a bit rough….coupling blew again on that pile of scrap.” “Sorry beautiful, I can get Echo and Tech to take a look.” “Wouldn’t mind a second opinion. Maybe the di’kut would listen if a man is working on it.” This earned a laugh from the clone, “Your mand’oa’s getting better.” “Enough to get my point across.” The smile evident in your tone. “Well, how’s about when I get back we settle in with a holo.” You sighed, “I’d love that. You gonna be back on planet soon?” “Uh….about that.. you mind letting me in?” You scrambled up from your cocoon to your door and threw it open. You were greeted with that smile that made your heart clench. “Hey,” he spoke breaking the silence. You launched yourself at the clone, cheek pressed against the chest piece of his armor. Your arms wrapping around his large frame as best as you could. Your emotional dam blocking off how frustrated you were with the day and how happy you were to have your Wrecker back burst. “Wreck…” Your voice broke as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You felt his arms close around you, gentle circles being felt on your back from his hand. His voice as soft as he can manage. “It’s alright, ad’ika. Just let me hold you for a while. Let’s get inside and you can tell me all about it.”

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behold my horde offerings of Wrecker fics

Warnings are marked as such. Read at your own risk:

this is a list of my Wrecker works

and I'll add a few favorites Rainy Day Wrecker fics in here:

Ad'ika by GalacticGraffiti

Sugar in the Cake by @the-rain-on-kamino

Caught Ya by @kaminocasey

I’m tired of looking up “The Bad Batch Wrecker” on here and getting posts that have nothing to do with him.

If it’s just Hunter, you do not tag them with everyone in the Batch.

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Hey all,

I know I haven’t been too active on here, but for a bit anons are going off for a bit because individuals are well…being individuals

If you need to reach out to me privately for an ask or to chat my DMs are open.

Cheers,