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The second that Jinny could breathe again, she inhaled. And then spewed forth an impressive collection of cuss words, punctuated with 'ow' every few seconds. That had not gone how she'd planned. Truthfully, she had been prepared to throw the fight a minute in. But it was like she couldn't stop herself; Slade had trained pride and stubbornness into her in even measures. It had made dropping her guard impossible. She hadn't meant to stay in the ring that long.
She didn't realize she could.
For a moment more, she lay on the floor, eyes shut to hold back the tears. She hurt like hell, and was going to have a palm-shaped bruise on her midsection for days. But that wasn't why she wanted to cry. Her new classmates were certainly going to hate her now - they'd think she was some kind of weirdo.
Slowly, she sat up, only opening her eyes when she was sure she wasn't going to cry like a kid. Bee's comment took her by surprise, and the look on the older girl's face was even more confusing. Then Kiri, too, complimented her. "Thanks. I... I didn't know I could do that."
She watched the fight in progress for a moment, knowing the moment that the student would lose. Since the adrenaline of battle had worn off, she'd started to ache. "Oof... this is gonna hurt tomorrow."
She didn't realize she could.
For a moment more, she lay on the floor, eyes shut to hold back the tears. She hurt like hell, and was going to have a palm-shaped bruise on her midsection for days. But that wasn't why she wanted to cry. Her new classmates were certainly going to hate her now - they'd think she was some kind of weirdo.
Slowly, she sat up, only opening her eyes when she was sure she wasn't going to cry like a kid. Bee's comment took her by surprise, and the look on the older girl's face was even more confusing. Then Kiri, too, complimented her. "Thanks. I... I didn't know I could do that."
She watched the fight in progress for a moment, knowing the moment that the student would lose. Since the adrenaline of battle had worn off, she'd started to ache. "Oof... this is gonna hurt tomorrow."
@exit super creative, chill gentleman. Excellent at character creation and is the sort of GM who's not afraid to say 'yes and' with his players. Waiting for you to come back and start fresh. Hope the new dad life suits you.
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Hmmm. My air lad was gonna be a bit of a stepford smiler... I'm thinking.
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I will take air!
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*peeks in* Considering this. Hi 👋🏿
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Sorry I haven't pmed yet. 1 more day of work then I can finally relax.
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I am on mobile and at work so this will be brief. I'm down for all of this. I am admittedly more of a high fantasy person and was gonna bow out. But then you said "no Greco-Roman pantheon" - hell yes!
Anyway- I'm 37, I work full time, 90% of my OCs are black women. That 4th plot is calling me.
Anyway- I'm 37, I work full time, 90% of my OCs are black women. That 4th plot is calling me.
It was strange. She should have felt some sense of relief. Her desperate gambit had worked, after all. The Empire was going to leave, and she knew Eskel had enough boldness and intelligence to help his people and planet recover. Maybe her father could assist them. He always did do better when he was working. Between the three royals, she trusted that they could help the rebellion to go to ground.
Master Yoda would be fine, she was certain. He had been right, after all, about her being too attached. Perhaps this would be a lesson for another hot-headed woman, decades from now.
And Adam would-
Adam-
Kijani felt like her soul was being ripped out. It hurt, physically, like someone was squeezing the very air from her lungs. She thought of him. The warmth of him in her arms, the way he looked at her when he thought she didn't see, their first and last kiss. Everything she thought they would have. Her happiness was meaningless, in the face of the galaxy's survival. But his...
Adam, Adam, Adam.
I love you with everything I am. Everything that I was.
Thinking of him being with someone else, loving someone else. Living out his life with someone who truly deserved to be by his side. It would truly kill her, to never see him again, to hold him, to hear his voice.
Hate me. Despise me. Spit and swear every time you hear my name.
That was best. Kijani needed to die.
Mourn me.
Forget me.
I'm sorry.
The soft gold of Kijani's spirit screamed out through the Force. Echoing across space and time. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry --
And then there was nothing but an empty hole in the galaxy. Like Alderaan, shattered into so much dust.
Darth Oratrix rose up at the Emperor's request. "As you wish, My Lord." She walked without pause, and was swallowed up by the dark of the ship.
Master Yoda would be fine, she was certain. He had been right, after all, about her being too attached. Perhaps this would be a lesson for another hot-headed woman, decades from now.
And Adam would-
Adam-
Kijani felt like her soul was being ripped out. It hurt, physically, like someone was squeezing the very air from her lungs. She thought of him. The warmth of him in her arms, the way he looked at her when he thought she didn't see, their first and last kiss. Everything she thought they would have. Her happiness was meaningless, in the face of the galaxy's survival. But his...
Adam, Adam, Adam.
I love you with everything I am. Everything that I was.
Thinking of him being with someone else, loving someone else. Living out his life with someone who truly deserved to be by his side. It would truly kill her, to never see him again, to hold him, to hear his voice.
Hate me. Despise me. Spit and swear every time you hear my name.
That was best. Kijani needed to die.
Mourn me.
Forget me.
I'm sorry.
The soft gold of Kijani's spirit screamed out through the Force. Echoing across space and time. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry --
And then there was nothing but an empty hole in the galaxy. Like Alderaan, shattered into so much dust.
Darth Oratrix rose up at the Emperor's request. "As you wish, My Lord." She walked without pause, and was swallowed up by the dark of the ship.
Kijani wanted to turn her head away from the carnage and the murder she'd wrought. But no. Too long, she'd not looked those losses in the face.
So she watched, as the Stormtroopers killed each other. Because *she* had told them that it was the right thing to do. Years of schooling and training and etiquitte stilled her face into a passive mask.
The Force buried the light in her soul. Like a mother protecting the last egg in it's clutch.
"Tell Bail and Adam..." She turned back, one last time. For a split second, Eskel would see the spark in her eyes. A warning, an apology, a goodbye. Just before cold resolve swallowed it and left her gaze cold.
"Tell them that Princess Kijani Organa is dead." With that, she turned her back. Her steps were straight, and steady. One could have balanced a tray on her head, such was her grace. When she reached the Emperor, she dipped into a curtsy. One that seemed out of sheer habit. The Princess had one last, fleeting thought.
If this is the price of peace... then I will pay a thousand times.
And then slowly, deliberately, she let herself fall to one knee. The gambit, the cost, the consequences hers alone to bear.
So she watched, as the Stormtroopers killed each other. Because *she* had told them that it was the right thing to do. Years of schooling and training and etiquitte stilled her face into a passive mask.
The Force buried the light in her soul. Like a mother protecting the last egg in it's clutch.
"Tell Bail and Adam..." She turned back, one last time. For a split second, Eskel would see the spark in her eyes. A warning, an apology, a goodbye. Just before cold resolve swallowed it and left her gaze cold.
"Tell them that Princess Kijani Organa is dead." With that, she turned her back. Her steps were straight, and steady. One could have balanced a tray on her head, such was her grace. When she reached the Emperor, she dipped into a curtsy. One that seemed out of sheer habit. The Princess had one last, fleeting thought.
If this is the price of peace... then I will pay a thousand times.
And then slowly, deliberately, she let herself fall to one knee. The gambit, the cost, the consequences hers alone to bear.
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