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Entry tags:
- kang (dragonlance),
- maria thorpe (assassin's creed),
- nathan summers (marvel 616),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- tempest (original),
- ✝ anakin skywalker (star wars),
- ✝ artemis ratcliff (original),
- ✝ commander shepard (mass effect),
- ✝ han solo (star wars),
- ✝ kaniehtí:io (assassin's creed),
- ✝ padme amidala (star wars),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
ｖｉｄｅｏ| joint post
[ the video switches on to the oddest not-odd couple. at least for those who know han seeing him accompanied by a nonhuman is not a surprise. except of the "big walking carpet" that usually follows han around garrus only fits the big and walking parts. an ewok climbs garrus to sit on his shoulders, the little guy chattering on to himself in his language.
the image is trained on han first who stares at it with such blatant disinterest it's a wonder his eyes aren't rolling into the back of his head. ]
I'm Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon. [ yes, his baby gets a mention even if his baby is not here. ] My big friend here is Garrus Vakarian. We're not gonna bore you with warnings about the natives. If you want to go out and risk getting jumped on, that's on you. I'd say shoot 'em, but that's not politically correct.
[ why did he let himself get talked into this? what is happening with his life anymore, it is spiraling out of control. the big walking not carpet rolls his eyes, though from his place in the background it might be a little hard to see. not the most expressive alien on the place here. ]
Shooting them would be a terrible idea, you'll only piss them off more.
Yeah, yeah, I heard it the first twenty times. [ EYE ROLL. ] Anyway we're going to talk about something a little different. We're all aliens here. Before you start getting offended that you're from Earth — [ an aside to garrus that the tablet picks up anyway ] that has to be the worst name for a planet I've ever heard, next there's gonna be one called "Rock" — this isn't your version of it so you're an alien. But there's a difference between you and us. When we think interstellar, we don't think of Daft Punk. So we're here to give you a crash course on interspecies etiquette.
One, don't stare. You're just asking to get shot.
[ crickets. what? you're expecting him to contribute to this stupid list thing?
(he is starting to regret this friendship.) ]
Don't pull on anything. [ mandibles twitch, eyebrows narrow, a hand reaches up to touch the top of his head. okay that is all he is contributing, he's the peanut gallery now. ]
Yeah, that's a good one, my friend. Especially if you're not sure what it is. Actually that goes for everything. Keep your hands to yourself. Blasters and phasers are not toys. Neither are lightsabers. You see a man walking around with one? Go in the opposite direction. He's got a bit of a short temper. [ han, you are going to die. ]
[ a snort. ]
Lightsaber? [ really? ]
Yeah. Antiquated relic. I'll tell you about it later.
[ he clears his throat. ]
By the way, if any of you are any good at building, let us know. There might be an exciting career opportunity in your future.
(( note: your characters are free to recognize han from the movies but please please try to keep infodumping down to a minimum thank you c: ))
the image is trained on han first who stares at it with such blatant disinterest it's a wonder his eyes aren't rolling into the back of his head. ]
I'm Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon. [ yes, his baby gets a mention even if his baby is not here. ] My big friend here is Garrus Vakarian. We're not gonna bore you with warnings about the natives. If you want to go out and risk getting jumped on, that's on you. I'd say shoot 'em, but that's not politically correct.
[ why did he let himself get talked into this? what is happening with his life anymore, it is spiraling out of control. the big walking not carpet rolls his eyes, though from his place in the background it might be a little hard to see. not the most expressive alien on the place here. ]
Shooting them would be a terrible idea, you'll only piss them off more.
Yeah, yeah, I heard it the first twenty times. [ EYE ROLL. ] Anyway we're going to talk about something a little different. We're all aliens here. Before you start getting offended that you're from Earth — [ an aside to garrus that the tablet picks up anyway ] that has to be the worst name for a planet I've ever heard, next there's gonna be one called "Rock" — this isn't your version of it so you're an alien. But there's a difference between you and us. When we think interstellar, we don't think of Daft Punk. So we're here to give you a crash course on interspecies etiquette.
One, don't stare. You're just asking to get shot.
[ crickets. what? you're expecting him to contribute to this stupid list thing?
(he is starting to regret this friendship.) ]
Don't pull on anything. [ mandibles twitch, eyebrows narrow, a hand reaches up to touch the top of his head. okay that is all he is contributing, he's the peanut gallery now. ]
Yeah, that's a good one, my friend. Especially if you're not sure what it is. Actually that goes for everything. Keep your hands to yourself. Blasters and phasers are not toys. Neither are lightsabers. You see a man walking around with one? Go in the opposite direction. He's got a bit of a short temper. [ han, you are going to die. ]
[ a snort. ]
Lightsaber? [ really? ]
Yeah. Antiquated relic. I'll tell you about it later.
[ he clears his throat. ]
By the way, if any of you are any good at building, let us know. There might be an exciting career opportunity in your future.
(( note: your characters are free to recognize han from the movies but please please try to keep infodumping down to a minimum thank you c: ))
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Everything is gone. Every word she's prepared to say, every thought in her mind, all of it. As hard as she fights, as much as she refuses to back down, they stand no chance of persisting against the utterance of one phrase.
The Empire.
The words alone send a chill down her spine; she knows exactly what they imply. They imply a galaxy ruled with an iron fist. The death of liberty for all its inhabitants. The death of democracy. The death of everything she has ever worked for and believed in.
Another set of words jumps to the forefront of her mind now. Words not from so long ago, though it almost feels as if a lifetime has passed.
"The day we stop believing in democracy is the day we lose it."
Which is why, no matter what, she simply cannot accept it, even if he has no real reason to lie to her. Faith is something she will not allow to be shaken.
Quietly, a far cry from the passion she'd displayed before:]
I don't know what you're talking about. There is no Empire.
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Pretending it doesn't exist won't make it go away.