The sea feels… unruly today. I wonder if there’s a storm coming soon… No matter. At least I have shelter now

“Jira.” They repeated, turning their head to the side ever so slightly. “It’s nice. We should go. Incase the crash attracted any unwanted attention. I trust you know the way?” In all honesty, Reverie quite liked this girl. She was brave, and intelligent, and seemed kind enough. They knew (cont)

The air may be cold, but the sea is calm today. Now is the time of rest. Take care of yourself.

Overwhelmed, Reverie just nods, their mask thankfully covering up any expression. “…I am Bluejay.” Their moniker tastes like ash in their mouth, but it was dangerous to give anyone their name or face, force sensitive or not. “Thank you. For helping me. I…” A pause. (Cont)

Despite themselves, they let out a huff of amusement, carefully balancing onto the boat, sitting in the corner on the opposite end of Crosshair. All things considered, this was no the worst outcome. The stranger was kind, if not a bit familiar, and the island was beautiful. (Cont)

Someone like them. Someone like them! If Reverie were any less vulnerable, they’d cry with joy. But the wonderful stranger was right— admitting something like that was dangerous, especially now. “U-Um…” They stumbled “I injured my shoulder, but I will be okay. I can manage.”

*They snapped to attention, like suddenly being dunked into cold water, as their hair on the back of their neck stood up. The White Current. There’s a million questions they want to ask, but not drowning is currently pretty high on their list of priorities. In an uncharacteristic—

//I’VE BEEN RELEASED FROM MY SHACKLES IM FINALLY HOME

*…there. Whatever happens after this is up to the White Current, and they’re not in the mood to be picky* *Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad. They reach down to muster up any supplies—

*That was… unexpected. And oddly persistent. In normal circumstances, it would make them wary of the other person’s intentions, but they were much too tired to care.* “…Okay.” *A pause.* “Thank you for helping me. You are kind.” *Their mask didn’t betray an expression, but they sounded solemn.*

*They weight the options in their head. Revealing an injury could make them vulnerable to attack… but this nice stranger seemed to actually be worried to them. It was a foreign gesture to them, but a nice one.” (Cont)

*Reverie, masked and silent, thought for a moment before clawing themself up out of the ship. It hurt, really, REALLY hurt, but they weren’t about to be trapped in a small enclosed space with a man twice their size. No amount of fancy illusion tricks can stand up again a punch to the face* (cont)

*A little green boat. How quaint.* *Reverie, with all the strength they have left, pulls themself up with their good arm, hesitating before they called him over. They listened gently to the Current, tense for any warning ripples…* *…Quiet.* (Cont.)

*…there. Either help was on its way, or someone willing to turn them in at a moments notice. They’ll take those odds.* *Reverie flinched as cold, sharp pain shot through their shoulder. Okay, bad. Very, very bad. Might’ve broken it on impact. Very, very bad.* (Cont.)

*Strangely familiar. Something in Reverie tugs at their stomach, but they swallow it down and push it back as water pools at their knees. Have to focus on not drowning.* “Bluejay. And I’m unsure. The S-TNAV broke o-o-on impact. I th—k a lake, or some kind of t-de. In -eed of aid.— (Cont)

*Theres’s another long pause, the static filling the eerie silence.* *Reverie wasn’t quick to believe them— friends weren’t easy to come by, even in the best of scenarios. But a tugging in their stomach, the White Current itself, urged them forward.* (Cont)

*Didn’t sound like an Imperial, that was a good start.* *The transmission was received by multiple people. Not a good start.* “Cop-Copy.” *The voice sounded rattled, but it was hard to tell with the broken transmitter* “Crashed. Wh- is th-this?”

*The voice on the other end is still mixed and scrambled, but sounds young and panicked.* “I c-py. Need assistance, cr-shed badly—“ *There’s a loud noise and a long pause, filled by static, before the speaker comes back online* “W-Who am I speaking w-th? Ov-Over.”

*𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉* … H——? D-e- -ny— —py? Hel—? Is any-ne there?

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REVERIE: noun / rev(a)ri/ A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream. 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*: ⋆｡˚ 🪽⋆｡˚ 𓇼🌊 SFW RP (OC is a minor) THE CLONE WARS/BAD BATCH ERA AU FRIENDLY ꩜𖦹༄ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˙✧˖° 🪶 ⋆｡˚꩜ #SWRP | #STARWARSOC | #THEBADBATCH