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[ she's getting better at tracking him, having spent a night where he was dead asleep and she too restless for slumber mapping out the various aspects of his presence in the force and committing them to memory. but when she winds the corner within this seedy corellian dive, the han she finds is not the one she was looking for.

leia stands wide eyed, staring openly at the younger, ganglier smuggler standing with some redhead at his side and chewbacca nowhere in sight. she knew that han already existed in this time, but he was supposed to be nine not--

what the hell was going on? ]

Edited 2015-08-10 04:19 (UTC)

In what someone else might've called a stroke of luck, Artoo was able to secure a ship for Luke and Kar (and the little droid, of course) to escape the Taspan system before the whole thing could fall to pieces. Luke didn't bother with that assumption; like Ben, he's starting to believe that there's no such thing as luck. He'd been wearily grateful for the opportunity to rescue Kar and escape, and had left it at that.

Kar's left with Nick and Aeona now, all intent on hunting down Cronal for good, and Luke's finally reboarded the Falcon with the rest of his friends. He heard out a solid two minutes of grateful chatter from Threepio, accepted a hug from Chewie, spoke quietly with Leia for a few moments, shared hellos with Han, and then, finally, found a spare space -- room would be overselling it -- with a couch he could pitch himself onto, face-first. He doesn't bother turning the lights on, but he won't be falling asleep any time soon either.

Edited 2015-08-15 02:27 (UTC)

He comes aboard the skiff in search of Anakin, but finds his wife instead. Seeing as how the senator has yet to meet the man whose captured her daughter's heart (though she's heard plenty about him from her husband), she doesn't quite know what to make a of a disheveled Corellian running up the ramp of her ship.

"Can I help you?"

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away— For some reason, Obi-Wan Kenobi didn't come to this particular bar while looking for ship to take him and his shiny new Skywalker apprentice to Alderaan. The person at the bar irritating the hell out of the patrons and bartender alike is instead a tall blonde woman who could easily pass as Human if not for the cybernetic implants visible throughout the parts of her body that weren't concealed beneath her coat and clothes.

Someone gets a little too riled; someone always does— But there's no need to intervene.

The hand of the wrist that lands on her shoulder is broken with an audible snap, the woman issuing a cool, "You will keep your hands to yourself."

His companion doesn't heed her words and soon finds himself unconscious at her feet. One single press of her fingers to a tender spot between the man's neck and shoulder and he's out like a light.

She steps over his body, brushing past Chewbacca as she makes her way to a table near Han's.

No one follows her. Nobody dares.

All of time and space, everything that ever happened and ever will. Sometimes it's glamorous -- hello, space Florida -- and sometimes it's happening on a ship that looks more like a UFO than any other she's seen yet in what seems to be an abandoned hangar.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

She approaches the ship curiously, taking it in. It's beat-up, sure, but there's something about it that she can't help liking.

you know what i'm here for.

She doesn't take off the mask.

Barry Allen takes no such precautions. He introduces himself by name once they're at STAR Labs, cheerfully pulling off his hood and introducing her to his friends. The name is only fuzzily familiar; she's maybe read a case report attached to it once. She doesn't recognize him, wouldn't expect him to recognize her, but Dinah doesn't like taking risks.

What are they going to do? Tell the local authorities that Dinah Drake moonlights as a vigilante? Who's going to care, let alone believe them? And Central City, unlike Star City, likes its masks. They have the Flash to thank for that.

Not that he looks too impressive now, getting his ass chewed out by Dr. Snow -- which he deserves. He ducks his head and offers half-hearted apologies and then waves a hand at Dinah in a clear attempt to get free of the heat. (Some hero.)

She shrugs. "You should see the other guy. Who, by the way, nearly ran your boy over with a Hummer. You're welcome."

ah, another one.

Bellamy had never expected them to be able to keep the list secret forever, and he didn't want to, but he expected the secret to last longer than a hunting trip with Stephens. He comes back and the entire camp is in uproar over the list, over whether or not they're on it, over what makes him think he deserves a spot so damn much -- and he knows how much worse it'd be if Jaha hadn't interceded.

Finally, he takes a break from the crowd. They have meat to take to Niylah so she can prepare it for them, supplies to put back up; he sends Stephens on the former and himself for the latter. The stock room is empty, at least, quiet, and he's able to cool off by methodically putting everything in its place.

He's alone, until he isn't.

Annabeth is pretty sure her luck can't get any worse. And from a demigod? That's saying a lot.

She's faced all kinds of monsters, nearly died more times than she can count, fought a war, lost her boyfriend, found her boyfriend, and taken off for a quest to save the world (again), and -- tumbled into another reality. She's pretty sure this is Hera's fault. She doesn't know how, yet, but there's no one else who has out for her quite as much as Her Royal Annoyance, the Queen of Heaven herself.

"If you expect me to follow you into that cave without a good reason? You've got another thing coming."

Annabeth's no coward, but she's never had an experience with a cave that didn't end in monsters. She wouldn't mind blowing off a little steam, to be honest, but that's not her top priority right now. Getting home is.

Getting to Octavia isn't easy.

Skaikru was taken out of the bunker by force; they might've been able to avoid a slaughter by opening the doors, but the Grounders aren't feeling too charitable about the Sky People making themselves at home during the conclave. 100 beds per clan means exactly 100, and while it's harsh it's fair. No peoples have to die out because of Praimfaya. They will all get the chance to rebuild once the planet's habitable.

Assuming they all make it that long. But they have to deal with each problem as it comes, and right now? Choosing Skaikru's survivors and saving Raven take priority.

Bellamy has to bang on the doors for a full minute before any guards deign to open, glaring hard when they do. "No Skaikru inside until you decide," one says, and Bellamy puts on a scowl to match. He tells them he has to talk to Octavia, points out that she's his sister, and has to keep himself from trying to bodily shove past them. Tensions are high, and the last thing anyone needs is for him to risk inciting a fight.

(They're Trikru. He knows enough to distinguish some of the clans now, and one reacts to his name with a look that tells Bellamy he had a brother, or a sister, or a parent, or a child in Trikru's lost army. Bellamy gets dragged to Indra with some more force than strictly necessary, and he can't quite blame them.)

He makes it, at least, sharing a look with Indra before she directs him to where Octavia sits, momentarily alone.

"Your welcoming committee could use some work," he says by way of hello, sitting next to her.

Edited 2017-07-03 19:10 (UTC)

It's three in the morning, probably; Bellamy stopped checking the time obsessively after Octavia's fever broke about an hour ago, and after he gave her the last dose of Tylenol for the night. She's sleeping, thank God, which means it's time for him to send Gina home, clean things up, get to sleep himself.

Instead, he heads for the living room, where the TV's still on and blaring some stupid infomercial. The lights are all off, mostly, and there are boxes of medicine and random stuff strewn everywhere -- including a not inconsiderable number of oranges. He flops onto the couch, half-slumped over, and doesn't move when he feels her sit down nearby.

"You should go home," he says after a minute.

I know I joke about running from my problems a lot but I'm 3 miles off-campus and need a ride

we've never stayed at a party for more than an hour. we always end up at a pizzeria. by ourselves. with no friends.

What the hell did you do?

The train is the most luxurious thing Percy's ever seen, so of course he hates it.

It's hard not to pace around the cars; he doesn't do well with sitting still at the best of times, and this definitely isn't it. Something about rushing to his probable death at hundreds of miles per hour makes it hard to relax. Plus, it's hard not to feel caged in, particularly because...well, he is. He and his fellow tribute, a girl who'd wanted some time alone (not that he can blame her), have to make it to the Capitol and wait till they're in front of all the cameras before they're allowed to die. Where's the fun otherwise?

So he roams, makes it to the dining car with its bowls of fruits and snacks sitting out on the table, and tries to decide if hunger or pride is going to win out.

How is um
Everything?

It's slim pickings for decent doctors on Westerley, and slimmer since Pawter's death. But Killjoys gonna killjoy, which in this case means they've still got warrants to fill, and, if you're Dutch, wars to fight. That also means, inevitably, that she's going to get banged up along the way.

The first time they meet Simon Tam was, actually, years ago. Level 3 warrant, what was supposed to be a simple job for Dutch and Johnny, easy payout. It would've been easy, if not for some ex-Company creeps, a dose of illegal human experimentation, and a very nasty situation for the Tams. It wasn't easy, but they got things sorted -- completed their warrant, saw the Tams to safety, and parted on decent enough terms. Those terms got better the next time they ran into each other, a year or two after that, when Johnny had a nasty leg gash that needed real medical expertise.

Today, it's Dutch stopping in for the good doctor's help. There's blood soaking into her sleeve (hers), and a bruise blossoming along her temple, but she still offers a smile.

"Knock knock."

Edited 2018-08-12 04:58 (UTC)

Luke has meditated on the Force in hyperspace before. In fact, he'd received some of his first lessons on relying on the Force in a hold of the Falcon's, hurtling towards Alderaan. Hyerspace and realspace can't normally interact, but that's meaningless to the Force. It's everywhere, in everything, always.

Point is, nothing strange has ever come of it before.

Until now. He'd jerked back to awareness as something shook the entire ship, fallen, and -- woken up on a planet. On a planet, next to a bustling street crowded with ground-based crafts, and just outside the door of a building. If his mind weren't buzzing with shock and the sudden onslaught of millions of minds, he might've noticed that someone's coming through that door -- and he's standing in their way.

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