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Over on the skeleton-like ship, the Orange monkey had returned with the Reaper in tow, and not too soon, the Orange monkey was already laying into him, both physically and mentally. “I cannot accept such… such a pathetic imperfection on the battlefield! Soft emotions such as your inability to strike down a weakened girl is a liability that does not suit me nor our Liege! Because of your failure to fully commit to striking down two Jedi when you had them both, you have failed your mission, and now I shall be punished for your failures!! Until you let go of this disgusting weakness… I shall double your disciplinary regimen until you comply with my expectations! AM I UNDERSTOOD WEAKLING!?”           The whole time, the Reaper was crying in agony, his already injured bones flaring violently as he was whipped by the monkey’s tail as if he were just a mere disobedient animal serving his master, with him begrudgingly apologizing until the Monkey was

Walking toward one of the many recovery rooms, you were on a mission of your own. With a small stack of extra plush blankets cradled in your grasp, there was nothing and no one in the galaxy that could stop you. With one final step, the door swished open. There, you looked about the room and were met with three pairs of heavy eyelids. “How are my boys doing?” You cooed. “Like a clanker with a hole in it,” replied Sinker, running a hand through his short light hair. “Resting?” You tried to interpret, stepping further into the room. “So we’ll just continue to sit here,” he shrugged, looking absolutely bored. “We were told to rest,” acknowledged Boost. “We won’t have to stay here that long, right?” “We will remain here in these beds until we are ordered otherwise,” said Wolffe, his eyes closing briefly as he adjusted his legs beneath the bed-sheet. “What brings you here? Did they send you with our orders?” He asked of you. “No, I brought these,” you gestured with the pile of

You were taking a much needed day to yourself when you heard the main door slide open. Only one other person aside from yourself had access to your home. And so, that very person walked in like a swift wind, his cloak billowing around him. As he entered into the living area, you smiled at him from the couch. Despite his calm, you could see the scowl that he was holding deep in his eyes. That, and his fists appeared as if they were ready to strike whatever was unseen around a corner. “Did you get him?” You asked simply. “Of course,” Darth Maul replied calmly, walking toward the bedroom. You hopped off the furniture and followed. “Then why do you look upset?” “It did not go entirely as planned,” he said, setting his saber down on the side-table. “However, I was successful, as always.” You nodded at the information as he shrugged off his cloak and entered the refresher. “Was the planet quite humid?” You smirked, trailing behind the sight of his shiny back.

The Resistance Base was in a flurry as those who were not already at their stations rushed around with the others to go about their duties. The Resistance Fighters were approaching the planet after exiting Hyperspace. It had been quite more dangerous than originally planned. The First Order could be relentless. Meanwhile, you were checking the comms all to make sure that the ships were returning back to the Base, all accounted for. You were happy to see all of the call-signs of the ships as they sped closer. “All fighters accounted for,” you announced as Lieutenant Connix stepped over for a moment. “No enemy ships have exited Hyperspace.” Connix nodded in reply of this information as the ships descended to the planet’s surface. As you were going between checking that there were indeed no stray or enemy ships following them, you peeked up. Everyone else was well into their own duties as you heard the ships landed outside. It was a thing with you.