Davenport: *walks into his seemingly empty office*
Davenport: Well, I guess the room is empty. What a perfect time to set fire to my desk.
*Taako, Merle, and Magnus scramble out from under the desk*
My only question is: what does Davenport do in his spare time that makes this a valid threat? A legitimate concern? Does the captain just occasionally do random shit to assert his dominance over this ship of fools?
when you spend at least one (1) year on a ship with three dumbasses who share a singular brain cell you learn to do what you gotta do
bold of you to assume that the single braincell is limited to only the three dumbasses. Or have you forgotten captain “probably shouldnt bother my close friends who are reapers about the undead that are hunting me” davenport, Director “hot diggity that is one baller cookie” Lucretia, Lup “Let me turn myself into a lich” taaco and barold “I dont know how to swim” bluejeans. conclusion; there is a total of one braincell between all seven of the IPRE “lets name this dimension hopping ship the starblaster” crew
I have never once in my life had such a valid add on to a post
but also
since there is one (1) braincell between the seven birds
when it’s just Magnus, Taako and Merle that means between those three they have 0.42 of a briancell
taako took the braincell before lucretia voided everything
Davenport: *walks into his seemingly empty office*
Davenport: Well, I guess the room is empty. What a perfect time to set fire to my desk.
*Taako, Merle, and Magnus scramble out from under the desk*
My only question is: what does Davenport do in his spare time that makes this a valid threat? A legitimate concern? Does the captain just occasionally do random shit to assert his dominance over this ship of fools?
when you spend at least one (1) year on a ship with three dumbasses who share a singular brain cell you learn to do what you gotta do
bold of you to assume that the single braincell is limited to only the three dumbasses. Or have you forgotten captain “probably shouldnt bother my close friends who are reapers about the undead that are hunting me” davenport, Director “hot diggity that is one baller cookie” Lucretia, Lup “Let me turn myself into a lich” taaco and barold “I dont know how to swim” bluejeans. conclusion; there is a total of one braincell between all seven of the IPRE “lets name this dimension hopping ship the starblaster” crew
au where padme lives and raises her two children thinking that anakin died on mustafar and works behind the scenes in the rebellion
and anakin/vader thinks that he killed padme
and they both think the other is dead and vader hates the shadowy leader of the rebellion and padme hates the emperor’s black-suited attack dog
i just have a lot of ideas about this idk
this is the parent trap. this is the parent trap with luke and leia
I need them stuck together in a caved-in ancient temple somewhere and having a near-screaming argument and Padme referencing something specific to her past that Anakin was there for in the process of making a point and Vader getting mad at thinking himself mocked and just Will Not Stand for anybody bringing Padme Amidala into the argument and
Padme just
fucking takes her mask off and throws it at him and says she’ll use herself in her own arguments all she fucking well wants and it bounces off his face and she figures she’s gonna die and she’s totally not prepared for the second-in-command of the entire Empire to just fall on his knees at her feet.
I don’t even know what to follow this up with and I think neither do they.
He falls at her feet. Hard, knee-banging, hitting the ground before her flung mask does. Kneeling. Kneeling to her, as if she’s the Emperor, and she wonders for a moment if she’s somehow hit the mechanical equivalent to those control chips the clones had. The moment is harsh and surreal, her own gasping breath louder in her ears than the respirator hiss of his.
He speaks to the ground, but his presence, the storm of darkness that surrounds him and turns blood to ice wherever he goes, is focused on her and flaring like a new-lit flame. “You live.”
Oh, Force. She doesn’t know how she knows, some trick of inflection even past the artificial deep tones, some long-forgotten spark of familiarity, but she knows, and the knowledge is great and terrible and yet it strikes some part of her dead and buried with the ringing hammer of a sunrise.
