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“Chance-kun, wake UP.” A hand slaps down on the wooden desk. You jerk awake to find yourself with a stiff neck, sleep in your eyes, and an irritated-looking man glaring down at you. “Sleep at home, not in my class, please.” Giggles echo throughout the room. Looking around, you find yourself...

TF-1200 was already sprawled out on his bunk in his skivvies, but he opened one eye blearily as Twitch entered. "Y'r late," he grumbled. "So report me," Twitch said, tipping their chin down with a scowl. They dropped down onto their own bunk and yanked their gloves off, then started unbuckling...

"I thought," Twitch said, and had to pause when a squadron of Stormtroopers marched past, step in step. Their white helmets gleamed under the lights, impassive. Twitch knew that they looked much the same, only all in black. They tried to avoid seeing themself in reflective surfaces when they...

Twitch jumped guiltily, shutting the display down. "Right away, sir." They tugged their helmet back on and kicked Whistler hard in the chassis as they climbed out of their fighter. For somebody so committed to survival, he sure cracked a lot of jokes in front of command. Even if most of the...

Twitch fiddled with the display, flipping through planets in a mindless blur of green, blue, and brown. "But what else would we do?" they said finally, in a low voice. "Just--go off to some backwater world and ignore everything else happening in the galaxy? Pretend that we didn't know anything...

Twitch mouthed the words Corran Horn to themselves, hanging on to Whistler's words. At the mention of the Rebellion, they startled forward, peering out the window of their TIE fighter like somebody might be watching. "Whistler, shh!" Outside on the hangar floor, troopers carried on their...

Finn had always had a sixth sense for when things were about to go sideways. Sometimes he could say what it was that had tipped him off—a strange noise, a poorly-concealed weapon, an expression flickering across an officer’s face—but sometimes it was nothing but the sudden awareness that A Thing...

"Dunno what a minock is," Twitch said frankly, leaning forward so that their chin rested on their knees. Gocira didn't look all that much different from Garqi; just a ball of blue and green smears orbiting a yellow star. "I don't think I mind swamps, though. Vodran had swamps, and those weren't...

"Yeah. I mean, I figured, 'cause the mechanics said you were repurposed." Which meant they'd found Whistler somewhere and reprogrammed him. It happened a lot, with small equipment like comms and droids. Command said it was efficient, waste not, want not, et cetera. But the reprogramming hadn't...

Twitch was looking at star charts. Not suspicious, for a fighter pilot to look at star charts. They were expected to know which planets orbited which stars and what starships followed what paths and where all the gates and wormholes were, so that they could avoid splattering sixty million...

Some thought honestly and boldness a virtue, but Carise knew better. The comfort of discretion—of plausible deniability, if she was being honest with herself—was always preferable in the long run to speaking the truth brashly. But the warmth and quiet of the Red Lantern promised that nothing she...

“I’d like to discuss the future.” Carise sipped her wine, savoring the rich, smoky flavor. “In the wake of Hosnia, the balance of power in the Senate has shifted considerably. It is no longer viable to play the neutral party, as you—and others—have for so long. The weak-willed majority who fear...

Carise's lip curled. Of course Kasimira would immediately resort to petty personal attacks. Rightfully, she ought to have been on Carise's side; Leia bloody Organa would have had the entire Tarkin family executed on live holovision if it had been politically viable. But the woman insisted on...

Kasimira was at the bar, with an unfamiliar man about ten years her junior wearing a brand-new suit. It was unlike her, but not particularly surprising, when Carise thought about it. The woman was infamously off-putting. No doubt she had given up on attracting a man of equal status to herself...

She was on their side. She wasn’t actually a member of the Resistance, but she was on their side, or she could be. Finn could feel it. He finished his drink and slid the glass away, then leaned towards her again, lowering his voice. “I spoke to a woman recently, from Hays Minor. It was an ice...

What good did he see in the First Order? “Well,” Finn muttered into his drink, “You have to admire their commitment to an aesthetic.” He sipped the drink, which was warm and sweet and probably not something he should have too much of, if he wanted to keep his head. “They’re not as powerful as...

Finn leaned towards her, just a little, and tried to remember how Poe’s face looked when he talked about things like democracy and due process and equal rights. Like he loved an idea so much he was willing to die for it, and it scared him and made him happy at the same time. Scared, at least...

Finn allowed his smile to fall, just momentarily, at the mention of Hosnian Prime. He didn’t have to fake it—he’d been able to see the nova of the system’s destruction ten minutes after it happened, from the surface of Takodana ten light-minutes away. It had been white and terrible, an explosion...

Sergeant Finn, newly of the Resistance, adjusted his jacket, which didn’t need to be adjusted. It had been perfectly tailored to fit him, by an Ishi Tib tailor with more fingers than Finn had ever seen on a sentient before. His pants had been tailored, too, and his shirt, all of it made out of...