“All wings report in.” “Hatchet Six standing by.” “Hatchet Four is standing by.” “Hatchet Two sitting by.” “Hatchet Three is wondering why he’s standing by for this Bantha f—“ “Hatchet Five is waiting for the Cap’n to comment on why we were woken up for this.” “Everyone shut your traps.”

A young, disreputable Chiss-for-hire who frequently poses as a Pantoran. — » SWRP, MVRP » Story & Banter, Happy to plot. » Era flexible » Mun is 30+ pinned art by Kit Glogovsky

You’re not the 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 of the old 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖, Luke. . . .you’re the 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 of the 𝑛𝑒𝑤. .

Gorhis-3. A dusty brown ball of nothing on the fringes of the Mid-Rim, a place of vast and unending flatness with the near-sole exception of the moisture farms that dotted tiny, square-shaped plots of land all equidistant and equally isolated from each other. This was where Captain Beris —

She missed them, every last member of Hatchet Squadron that gave their lives for freedom they would never know. They would never get to feel that clutch in their chests let go, that roiling anxiety in their bellies finally fade away. She would carry them with her until the end.

||: May The Fourth? No, happy Revenge of The Fifth from your local Mos Eisley police officer.

Three chirps, a whistle, two beeps. “You said it, Six. Next time we land at a legal spaceport, you’re getting an oil bath and I’m spending all our credits on a spa.” D6 retorted with an unamused electronic raspberry followed by two beeps. “Fine. And we’ll fix up your paint too.”

⧏ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 - 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 ⧐ ____________________________________ ۞ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲 ۞ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ۞ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗 ۞ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ____________________________________ 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣ ↻ & ♡?

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄ ‧₊˚✧ Aᴇʟʟᴀ "Eʟsɪᴇ" Eʟᴅʀɪᴛᴄʜ / Iɴᴅɪᴇ Sᴛᴀʀ Wᴀʀs OC ✧˚₊‧ Pᴀᴛʜғɪɴᴇʀ / Aʟʟʏ / Rᴇᴅsʜɪʀᴛ Cʀᴇᴡᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ‧₊˚✧ 18+ Mᴜɴ / SFWRP / Mᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs Sᴛʏʟᴇ ✧˚₊‧ Mᴀɪɴ: @aellaeldritch.bsky.social ⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ↻ & ♡? ༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ˚*･༓ I̦͇͎ɴ͎̺̙ғ͎͔̘ᴏ̫̝͕/̺̞̻R̪̙̟ᴜ̘͇̪ʟ̦͕̘ᴇ͇͉̟s̪̟͜ ⇣ ༓･*˚

"...Wʜʏ ɪs ᴀɴʏ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ?!" ____________________________________ ⊚ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲 ⊚ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ⊚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗 ⊚ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ____________________________________ 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣ ↻ & ♡?

Gorhis-3. A dusty brown ball of nothing on the fringes of the Mid-Rim, a place of vast and unending flatness with the near-sole exception of the moisture farms that dotted tiny, square-shaped plots of land all equidistant and equally isolated from each other. This was where Captain Beris —

“Pull up! All craft pull up!” The warning from Calrissian had come not a moment too soon. The comm channel for Hatchet Squadron exploded into confused, horrified, desperate noise. They were hooked fish, wriggling at the end of the Empire’s irresistible lure. This was the end of all things.

“Captain Beris Iscandar of The Renegade Dawn, former wing leader of Hatchet Squadron. Is that enough titles for you or do y’need me to make up a few more?” • #SWRP #StarWarsRP • Detailed, descriptive • Galactic Civil War-Post Civil War era. (Flexible) (Art by Rasmus Poulsen)