every time he wakes up in the middle of the night thinking about how he can't just megaton nuke the karking dragon because it might feed off of the radiation like some kind of radioactive moth

Anyone that actually lists their crimes in response to this is a fool.

|| sometimes I'm tempted to make my ODST and join the haloverse but I am a simple neophyte to the lore

Now that I've said that, it does sound extremely obvious.

If you toss a grenade at me I'm assuming you want to start a fight.

Dreamed of being a horse again last week and he woke up in a cold sweat.

"...right..."

"How do you just appear like that?"

The thought of a teenager getting crucified made his blood boil all over again.

Someone's talking about me.

I need to find a man with hair, clothes, and a nose.

"just some guy"... [walking along a beach... kicking rocks forlornly]

Fiancee, sorry.

SHE'S ANGRY AND IT'S NOT MY WIFE ANYMORE

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this one doesn't want to be the mayor... right...?

Mona Duguery —— Jedi Consular (Adult Padawan… yeesh) ♡ she/her ♡ #swrp #scifirp ♡ Kotor protag. But timeline friendly. ♡ bi. Ships with chem. ♡ mun: Emma. 29+. Must be 21+ to write.

"I can get you almost anywhere..."

The more I see, the more I'm inclined to agree. Unimaginative, fascist, oppressive, and totally devoid of empathy.

That sounds uncomfortably familiar...

"I can get you almost anywhere—for a price."

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

What's a Davros?

I kinda miss when the Sith were the biggest threat I had to deal with. Or the Hutts.

I'm a little presumptuous.

Old guy in robe. Definitely a Jedi.

I'm not so sure you can say that if you're the one that turned them into a horse

|| I SEE THE LAMENT ON MY TIMELINE

I haven't died but I killed my clone... so... A version of me died?

"No, and I'm not looking for a shoot-out, I just get a lot of 'can you fix this' requests, so I thought I'd cut to the chase and ask."

"Engineer. Inventor... mechanic. Just making conversation or do you need something?" He glanced at the man again, scrutinizing him and his appearance.

Rage won't save me but it will make me the only thing left.

"No," he shook his head, eyeing the cigarette. "Already survived and ended one vice and I'm not keen to start another. Thanks for the offer." He thought about trying to explain, but decided against it, opting instead to lean against the wall and stare at the stars.

"Electromagnetic conductivity of neodymium alloys." He glanced at the cigarette but said nothing, his arms still folded over his torso.

"Good as ever. Pacing's just how I think." He stopped, shoving his hands into his jacket. "You?"

"He... wasn't the best dad."

Pacing.

Kark, I didn't miss Sith.

Kick his ass.

I'm trying not to think about that.

It sucked. Anyway! You got any stew?

[panic]

That's fiancee to you!

Sure you will.

Ugh. I don't remember the specifics but it was a trial planet. The arkans had to do them to ascend or some osik. They were dangerous, full of monsters, the environment was usually toxic somehow, stuff like that. They were nightmarish. Like the waste but the monster attacks never stopped?