You’re not the 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 of the old 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖, Luke. .
. .you’re the 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 of the 𝑛𝑒𝑤. .
A young, disreputable Chiss-for-hire who frequently poses as a Pantoran.
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» SWRP, MVRP
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Era flexible
» Mun is 30+
pinned art by Kit Glogovsky
//: Guess I haven’t been active here for a minute!
Me (Sandtrooper) with some of my 501st garrison at a local con!
Also R2-C5 is almost finished! Just need to do the rest of the electronics.
“I keep promising Cee-Cee we’ll get that blaster hole patched up. We’re lucky it only charred up some wiring and fried her utility arm. Too many close calls…”
“I need to go home. See Daj and the kids. They must be so big now.”
She missed them, every last member of Hatchet Squadron that gave their lives for freedom they would never know.
They would never get to feel that clutch in their chests let go, that roiling anxiety in their bellies finally fade away.
She would carry them with her until the end.
Gorhis-3.
A dusty brown ball of nothing on the fringes of the Mid-Rim, a place of vast and unending flatness with the near-sole exception of the moisture farms that dotted tiny, square-shaped plots of land all equidistant and equally isolated from each other.
This was where Captain Beris —
“All wings report in.”
“Hatchet Six standing by.”
“Hatchet Four is standing by.”
“Hatchet Two sitting by.”
“Hatchet Three is wondering why he’s standing by for this Bantha f—“
“Hatchet Five is waiting for the Cap’n to comment on why we were woken up for this.”
“Everyone shut your traps.”
