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- "Badge number 1214!" Hah, Corran never stood a chance with his oh that's my protein bar. Oh you want to stand in the way and block the hall, Falynn? "Badge number 1214, excuse me." Who's turn was it to use the refresher? Not yours, Gravestone. "Badge number 1214. Take it up with her."...

Not necessarily... Initially he struggled to grasp Falynn's answer, but she continued. He floated in unknown waters, looking up innocently and trying to understand. The formality in her tone, while perhaps sounding cold, gifted him with something no one had ever given him before. She was taking...

When Corran filled the void, closing their circle, Haji looked up at him. He bit his lip. Here it comes, the very hitch in his heart. Haji watched silently with dread as the first domino piece was set. Corran's offer to join the team was as gut-wrenching as it was light-hearted. His other words...

Corran was amazing. He wasn't shaken in the slightest, as far as Haji could see. Watching him stonewall miss Bast's entrance was a sight to behold. It helped him hold back the laughter, keeping the room silent until they recuperated and continued. He analyzed Corran a bit then, thinking back on...

Corran kept hold of Haji's penitent focus, despite the recurring urge for his eyes to shrink to the floor. His chin was stuck to his chest, but his round eyes stared up at the man. A model of confidence and kindness, golden and bright in the light like an award of achievement, Corran was...

Haji's eyes sought the floor tiles as the Rodian walked passed, stepping aside timidly and cupping his wrist in hand. Upon achieving solitude with the Ranger, Haji suddenly didn't know what to say. He looked up at the windows. They weren't quite the same as the last ones, from that one time...

Upper Coruscant Cross Guard Heights – "So, uhm, that's what happened." Haji could barely see the man's face, this Lieutenant Ghotti, his seated silhouette haloed in sunlight coming in through the glass wall window behind him. His glasses glared silver. The visual portrayed a sense of...

When the door slid open, his knees stopped. He stared at the wall, even a peripheral view of the bodies suddenly too much to handle. His fuzzy head dropped. He started to sob under his breath. He cried. It hurt. His body was sore. His knees ached. And their loss wasn't what stung the most...

My team. It sounded so sweet, so perfect. The thought warmed him, fed his weak smile. But something felt off. Something started itching in the back of his mind. Something about Bast felt wrong. Despite her kind words, he could sense conflict in her. But it didn't concern him yet. For now, he was...

He stayed still beneath the comfort of his cloak, a familiar presence giving him a gentle arm squeeze and chest rub. Corran's shout, and the exchange of blaster fire, made him frown. He breathed in and out, chest rising and falling calmly. Voices sounded muffled, as though he was inside a fish...

"Wheww," sang the whistled lament for his missed shot. Carefree, only excited to the pulsing of adrenaline, Whistler kept to his plan despite the swinging of scaffolding that altered his aim and foiled his latest attempt at ambush. Sprinting, he turned this corner and that until barreling...

Water roiled and bubbled below surface pressure, above rushing hydrothermal vents. His lungs seized, denied oxygen. His lips puckered tight and eyes flexed wide in surprise of his new yet familiar surroundings. His hands and feet naturally paddled with resistance at the warm flurry of bubbles...

A groan wheezed from an unconscious henchmen. The lone, well dressed man carefully stepped over the bodies, whining for the effort and discomfort of seeing the messiness that his position usually protected him from. Take them outside, he'd always said. But now he was alone. And the danger that...

His breathe escaped him. Eyes began watering. Their loss, the chef and the boy Paki, he felt it rend his insides open. His heart raced, and a single tear streamed down his cheek. Their unique voices echoed in his mind, their final plea for help ringing in his ears while the floor fell out from...

"I'm," he frowned at the damp floor he sat cross-legged on after listening to Paki's tale of intertwining gang wars, "Haji." "Hey we're twins. Y'know? Haji? Paki?" "So why are they kidnapping kids," Haji whispered, suffering the term kids seeing as the two of them seemed to fit more in the...

Bump. Scraping, sliding. Echos of voices laughing down a muted hallway. Thud. It felt like he was thrown onto his face, twisted inside the sack. He groaned with a throbbing headache. They'd heard him. Hands fished him out, dragging him by the heels and grabbing at him to get hold of their...

Denied, came the angry chime of the lift controls. Finger pushed the button a second time. The same negative chime answered back. So much for that way. He lifted his datapad from under his cloak and checked the message again. The blue light cast an exaggerated expression of concern on his face...

A stall in comprehension lead to an eventual smile, realizing Bast was complimenting him. He hadn't registered the nurse's words, having been through quite a trial in his visit to Nora and Bast at hospital this day. He hadn't caught Corran's silence either. Too much had transpired in such a...

Bast's collapse back onto the bed caught his eyes, pulling him out of himself. He watched her with baited concern, seeing her speak but not quite hearing her words. Yet he felt her spirit, softening to her kindness. She was kind, he determined then. He believed, under it all, she understood him...

theme Everything dropped. "What.... What??" At first he replied sleepily. She had opened her eyes first. Then he opened his. And to his surprise, she was awake. Her eyes were right there. And then there were the others, returned. He stumbled backwards into a table, reached for support, knocked...