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Power plays (unprompted fic)

There are cracks. In every construct, in every wall and ever piece of armor, no matter how impenetrable they seem, there are always minuscule cracks.

The Haitian’s unique gift was no different. It was just a matter of finding them all and letting the thin trickle of the Dark Side sink into him and give him back his strength.

When the Ambassador came back, he was no longer tied or helpless, or anywhere to be seen, until he was behind her with his hand on her neck, slamming her into the wall.

He saw surprise flicker through her eyes for the briefest of moments before it was replaced with something more akin to triumph. “It…took you…long enough,” she rasped around the pressure on her throat.

“I adapt quickly.” He removed the blaster from her belt, a knife from her boot, a cleverly hidden metal star in the bodice of her uniform. He patted her down with a firm touch and cold calculation, too far gone in anger and rage to even notice the feel of her skin and the shape of her body. Only when he was sure she was disarmed did he let her go and step back.

He had only wanted to talk, really, without his hands bound, without feeling so powerless. He wanted equal ground. It wasn’t so much to ask. But then the boy burst through the door.

He knew where his lightsaber was. He Force pulled it from the corner of the room where all of his things were piled and ignited the blade, deflecting the blasters the boy shot at him before finally pulling the blaster away from him completely.

The boy stumbled, but was well enough armed with a phrik staff--one of the few weapons that could withstand a blow from a lightsaber. “Don’t make me kill you, boy,” he murmured, narrowing his eyes.

“West.” His and the boy’s gaze both snapped momentarily towards the Ambassador. Her voice was worn and husky--as though she’d actually sustained some injury, which was laughable--her lip quivering infinitesimally. “West, help…”

“Don’t believe her.” Starkiller met the boy’s eye, his expression grave. “She doesn’t care about you. Never did, never will. She wants me to kill you. Don‘t make me do it.”

“Shut up!” The boy’s lips curled in a sneer. He attacked--stronger than Starkiller would’ve given him credit for, someone had taught him how to use the thing--but still too slow.

He ended it quickly, cleanly. There was no reason for the boy to suffer, after all. He was just a fool. A poor fool that was taken in by false, pretty charms.

Those charms evaporated the moment the boy’s body slumped to the floor. The Ambassador sighed with something like relief, a cruel smirk twisting on her lips. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, turning to face her, his lightsaber blade still engaged, “that if I took your head clean off of your shoulders, it might just keep you down. I don’t think a head would grow back.”

She didn’t show fear. Part of him wanted her fear, but another part was intrigued that she refused to show it. “You’re not going to try and find out, though. Are you.”

He went very still. Considering. Then flipped the lightsaber in his hand into the Shien reverse grip, and disengaged the blade. “Let’s talk. Without the cuffs. Without weapons raised.” He paused and scowled down at his bare chest. “Preferably clothed.”

“It’d be so much more fun if we weren’t,” the Ambassador remarked thoughtfully. When he refused to react, she rolled one shoulder in a shrug. “All right. Since you took that little problem off of my hands…” She nudged the boy’s cooling body with the toe of her boot, like one would nudge a wad of bontha feces out of their path. “I guess I owe you that much.”

“You used me to kill him,” he stated, almost as an afterthought.

“Believe me, I would’ve loved to do it myself. But father would’ve been cross with me. I make it too much a habit, you see.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Killing your guards?”

“They’re stupid, and pathetic, and weak. That’s why we need you, Starkiller.” The charm returned, dark and tantalizing and full of promise; as if the Dark Side itself had taken form. Maybe he was as much a fool as the boy, because he stepped closer, a moth to a candle. “Are you ready to listen?”

He stopped. Made himself stop a few paces sort of standing before her. He backed towards the corner of the room, where his things were piled. “Give me a few moments.” When she didn’t move, he growled softly in frustration. “Alone.”

“Give me your lightsaber.”

“No.” She raised one slender eyebrow. “It isn’t just a weapon, Ambassador. I don’t expect you to understand. I give you my word that I won‘t raise it against you unless you strike first.”

She pursed her lips, considered, then rolled her shoulder again. “Fine. I’ll be outside the door. We’ll talk in my quarters. It’s more comfortable.”

Comfortable, he thought as he pulled his tunic over his head, for her. Quite unnerving for him, and judging by the smirk on her face as she gave him a slow once over and finally gave him his privacy, she knew it.

...I doubt that.



You Should Take in Some Sunshine



Part of what's stressing you out right now is feeling stuck in a rut. You're not really sure how to dig yourself out of the hole you're in.

And the best way to get out of a rut is to change things quickly. You don't have to do anything drastic... just step outside.



Just feeling the sunshine on your face should cheer you up and change your perspective on things. Nature can be a very healing force.

And no matter how stressful things are, take the sun rays as a reminder that the sun will come up tomorrow!


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Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect



Your kissing technique is mind blowing - and you know it.

You have the confidence to make the first move.

And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.

Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!




You Are a Green Pumpkin



You are easy going, thoughtful, and content with who you are. People may not recognize your uniqueness, but you know how special you are.

You believe that life's too short to care about what others think. You just try your best to be yourself, and you figure that is good enough.



You are a bit of an introvert. You are the most interesting companion you know, so it's hard for you to want to be all that social.

You enjoy the company of others, but you don't like small talk or gossip. You rather discuss ideas or dreams than superficial topics.


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You Should Dress Up As a Cat



You are a shy, reserved person who takes a long time to warm up to others. You are close to those you've known the longest.

You are crafty and smart. You may seem like you're lost in your own little world, but you're really paying attention to everything going on around you.



You are not easily influenced by the other people in your life. If anything, you counterbalance their emotions well.

You are intuitive and have a lot of wisdom to impart. Most people don't pay close enough attention to the lessons you teach them.




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[justprompts] Trap


ooc: set after this prompt by its_notluck. Juno is brandedatraitor and used with permission, as is Claire. ;)


He was a creature of instinct. He obeyed his Master’s orders, but during the execution of them, he stayed deeply in touch with the deepest and most primal part of him.

He interrogated a few leads. He got a few snippets of information for his trouble. His fingers brushed over the edges of the small holocron cube that seemed to be weighing him down as he reached into his armor for the communicator tucked beside it.

“Juno. You there?”

“Of course.” Juno’s voice was cool and even, as always.

“You’re from Corulag…what do you know about Senator Petrelli?”

“Senator Nathan Petrelli?” She sounded slightly surprised. “Why do you ask?”

“Juno. Just tell me.”

There was a pause, and he almost sighed in irritation before Juno answered. “His family have been members of the House of Citizens for generations. His father, Arthur Petrelli, also served as a Senator in the Republic for a term.”

"He supports the Empire."

"Everyone on Corulag supports the Empire."

There was bitterness in her voice that he hadn't the time to address and soothe right now. His steps were careful and measured as he wound his way through the landing docks, scanning the ships visually but more importantly looking for the blank spot that would let him know which was the Ambassador’s. “And the daughter?”

“A Senatorial Ambassador, I believe. Claire, is her name. Why are you asking me this?”

“I’ll tell you later. Sit tight until I get back.”

“Is that what you told your last pilot?”

Her sarcasm was obvious, and he started to ignore her until he actually took a moment to think about the question. “…Yes.”

“…I’m going to have to demand a pay raise soon, you know.”

He scoffed softly as he ducked behind a stack of crates and watched the Ambassador’s guards march dutifully back into the ship, likely preparing for take off. He fought a brief but intense war with himself, staring at the closing hanger door of the vessel with intense deliberation before finally taking off, using the Force to fuel his steps and allow him to make a graceful leap through the diminishing gap.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” he murmured, and cut off the communication before Juno could respond.

* * * * *

He didn’t really want to kill the guards.

Truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to kill any of the Imperials that he’d slain thus far. But that was before his Master betrayed him. That was before this arrogant little princess had revealed entirely too much knowledge about him, his Master, his plans. She was going to tell him her game--and he had to admit that she was playing it very well--or she was going to be eliminated.

Still. He wanted this done quickly and quietly. He killed the guards with two quick, clean swipes of his lightsaber and moved as silently and carefully as he knew how through the ship, avoiding the densest part of the nulling void, where the Haitian would be located. There was no sign of the eager puppy, either, until he reached the door to the Ambassador’s quarters.

He couldn’t let the boy call out, so he summoned what little access to the Force he still had to wrap an invisible ligature around his throat and cut off his air, closing his fingers and putting pressure down on his neck until he felt him slide into the murky waters of unconsciousness. Likely he should’ve killed him--and, of course, if he didn’t like what the Ambassador had to say, he would, but until then, it was probably best to limit the bloodshed.

The lock was easy enough to disable, even with his tie to the Force being so limited…and the little Ambassador was waiting for him, smirking.

“Hello Starkiller.”

“Ambassador.” He let the door close behind him and triggered the blade of his lightsaber.

She didn’t flick so much as an eyelash, canted her head as though it were a social visit. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“I want to know what your game is.” He tucked his lightsaber back into the Shien style reverse grip as he advance. “Why you’re trying to convince me to betray the Empire when your planet is a model of proper Imperial loyalty. Why you're trying to convince me to betray my Master.”

She pursed her lips and sat down smoothly on the edge of her bed, began unlacing her boots casually. “Don’t you think you owe him one?” she remarked thoughtfully. “I mean, he did kill you.”

“And then brought me back to finish what we started.”

“You keep telling yourself that, but I don’t think you really believe it.” She kept undressing. He kept his focus on her face, defiantly, as though nothing underneath that armor held the slightest interest for him. “Isn’t that what the Master Shaak Ti said? The Sith always betray one another.”

Something in him snapped. He’d had enough. Enough of her mind games. Enough of her knowing far too much about it. Enough of her refusal to explain anything, enough of her circular conversation.

He closed the space between them in a quick stride, fingers wrapping around her throat and tightening. “You’re going to tell me exactly how you know that,” he snarled, glaring down at her, shaking her a bit for emphasis. “Enough games. Tell me.”

Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted as she fought to keep breathing around his grip. “Oh, please,” she rasped. “Do it harder.”

He felt a surge of disgust, though on the heels of it was something else, something he couldn’t identify, and he did exactly as she asked, closing his hand tighter and watching light and life fade from her eyes. So be it. He’d kill her, the rest of the crew on board, and leave without a trace. He and Juno were good at disappearing. No one would suspect a Sith assassin of choking someone to death with their bare hands.

When she went limp and lifeless, he let her body fall onto the bed and deactivated his lightsaber, turning around impassively to leave. He closed his eyes for a moment, pulling at the few threads of the Force he could still access and sensing where everyone was in the ship, planning the best way to attack and eliminate them all, quickly and quietly.

He sensed, more than heard the movement behind him. His lightsaber lit with a snap-hiss, and he swung around, ready to strike out.

The Ambassador was on her feet, glaring at him and smirking darkly. “You could’ve at least staged the scene better, you know, instead of throwing me down like a sack of Wookiee fur.”

He was so stunned, that he didn’t even sense the thick null void moving closer, closing around him, suffocating him. “What…what are you--”

The door behind him was blasted open; before he could swing around to face it, electricity surged through his body, mercilessly assaulting his senses. He couldn’t hear, see, think, or defend himself with a violent Force push, could only yell in pain and slide down to the floor. Even after the onslaught stopped, his body twitched and spasmed and jerked. The Ambassador stepped over him calmly and spoke to someone out of his line of vision. “Pose as him and get to his ship. We can’t have his pilot suspecting anything. This moves us ahead of schedule, but we’ll have to deal with it. Give Captain Eclipse the coordinates on the cube--we‘ll meet them there--and put a tracer on that droid. Anything Lord Vader has to say to him, father will want to know about.”

Even as he fought to stay awake, he managed to growl angrily at her, thinking of Juno, PROXY, what they could do to them, what would happen to them because he’d been careless.

Claire Petrelli’s dark smile followed him down into the darkness.

[MM] October 2.2.1: "Killer" lyrics

(ooc: this is set after Vader’s first betrayal, when Galen goes in search of General Kota to ultimately create the Rebel Alliance. Oh yes, we‘re AUing it like mad bitches. Claire is its_notluck, use of the Haitian and Nathan Petrelli not aimed at any specific journals, we‘re just abusing using them :P )

It's alright to scream
I'm screaming too,
Why'd you think I do these things I do?
For shadows haunted me like ghosts,
So I became what I feared the most



He had left no witnesses and every trace of his past behind, just as instructed, so when a soft, feminine voice called his name from the darkest corner of the cantina, his first thought was that the speaker would have to die, quickly and quietly.

“Starkiller.”

His fingers reached for his lightsaber on instinct, his nerves already dancing on every possible edge--he was getting so sick of scouring through every disgusting, seedy cantina between Cloud City and Nar Shaddaa--but cool logic won out over his frustrations. Quick, and quiet. A broken neck, a crushed windpipe, a quick twist and that soft, low voice would be silent, and never speak his name again.

He followed it to the source. She was slight of build, dark hair, light eyes, and dressed in the hodgepodge clothing of a bounty hunter; it suited her about as well as his own disguise suited him. He had seen the Twi’lek and their provocative dance, he had seen the icy calm of politicians, hardened stares of warriors, the judgmental wisdom and power of Jedi, the flirtatious smiles of courtesans. Somehow, she was all of them, and none of them, and some small part of him wanted nothing more than to kneel at her feet.

She was not a stranger, as he first thought. And neither was she alone. His fingers tightened into a fist at the sight of the man seated at her right, his dark-skin making him near invisible in the low light; he should’ve sensed his presence, the moment he stepped into the room, except that was what made the subtle gift the Haitians possessed so dangerous; he’d been blinded as soon as he walked into the shielded area. Supposedly the Empire had wiped them out, years ago.

Of course, they had thought that they eliminated the Jedi as well.

“Have a seat.”

He tilted his head at her and remained standing, defiantly. He watched the ignition of irritation flicker behind her eyes, this spoiled senator’s daughter, this girl that had grown used to giving orders and having them obeyed. She thought she’d made him defenseless, perhaps, but that was hardly so. “And here I thought you were smart,” she snarled, leaning back in her chair. “Sit down, before you draw too much attention to us.”

“I’m about ten seconds from being far beyond caring about drawing attention.”

“I’ll bet you are.” She stared at him. He stared back, assuming a bold stance and an arrogance he wasn’t entirely certain that he could back. “You're looking for Rahm Kota,” she finally said in that same low, dangerous tone. “I know where you can find him, and I know what your mission is. My father sent me to help you.”

It was so ridiculous, on so many levels, that he nearly laughed. Senator Petrelli was among the Emperor‘s strongest and most vocal supporters, and the implication that this child would know anything of Lord Vader‘s plans... “You’re wasting my time, girl.”

“Did you really believe Vader meant to rule the galaxy with you?” she remarked to his retreating back. “He’s biding his time with you, boy. Until he can find his son.

He stopped. Perhaps for the same reason that he tried to catch Shaak Ti before she plummeted into the Ancient Abyss; there was a ring of truth to her words that was so real, one didn’t need the Force to hear it, to feel it. “Send the Haitian to the landing docks,” he murmured before he turned back around to face her, and--finally--sat down in the chair across from her. “And we’ll talk.”

“No.” It wasn’t the girl that spoke, nor was it the Haitian, who rose smoothly and without a murmur of complaint, but the man seated on her left side. “I’m not leaving you with this Sith trash, Ambassador, your father--”

“Shut up.” She didn’t even look at her companion as she rebuked him, dismissed him with a flip of her hand. “Go.”

“Ambassador--”

“I said, go.”

He wanted to smirk at the heated look he received when the soldier finally obeyed, but he kept his focus on the girl. He didn’t speak until he felt the shield that had been cutting into his connection to the Force slide away completely. “You know I’m going to kill you if I don’t like what you have to say.”

“You can try.” Arrogant, spoiled little bitch. He kept his expression neutral, refused to let her see that she was irritating him. “Your Master sent you into the universe to start a war, to form a rebellion. The Emperor isn’t a fool. He knows he has enemies and dissension all around him. He’s also known about you from the very beginning.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?”

She wasn’t. He didn’t relish the idea of violence for the sake of violence, but he wanted to wipe that smirk off of her face. “How do you know all of this?”

“Your mission isn’t going to achieve anything except to let the Emperor know exactly who he needs to execute,” she said as though she hadn’t heard him, lifting her glass of Durindfire to her lips. “You’re nothing to Vader or the Emperor but a tool. They’re using you, they’ll break you, and then they’ll toss you out with the rest of the garbage when they’re done.”

He clenched his fist. The glass in her hand shattered, splattering the florescent beverage all over the table in front of her and the snug armor she wore. He relished the way that smirk finally slid off of her face and anger flared. “I guess I’ve got your attention now,” she sneered, swiping a hand over the leather bodice. “You know I’m telling you the truth.”

“I know you believe it,” he informed her starkly. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to lie with your thoughts and emotions…”

He trailed off, and he saw by her triumphant smile that he’d just made her point for her. She reached inside of her armor and he sprung to his feet, knocking the chair over and drawing more than a few stares. She glared up at him disapprovingly and tossed something small in his direction. He caught it instinctively and recognized it the moment his fingers wrapped around it, though he doubted, seriously, that there were many left in the galaxy that would. A holocron cube.

“That’s everything you need to know to start your little rebellion,” she informed him as she rose from her seat and circled the table, moving to stand before him as he gazed down at the little blue cube. “Including General Kota’s location, his contacts in the Senate…and some things your Master wouldn’t want you to know about him. Do I have to tell you how to use it?”

His gaze lifted from the cube to her face. She was close enough that he could close his hand around her neck and feel the pulse of her life slipping away, close enough that he could see the flecks of grey in her green eyes.

He tucked the cube into his own armor and stepped back. “I can figure it out.”

“I’ll be in touch.” She leaned in closer still, and he thought that if he wanted, he could count the faint, faint splash of freckles on her nose, or taste the alcohol on her breath. “We could reshape this Empire, Starkiller. You could rule this galaxy. Think about what we’re offering.”

And then she was gone, in a whirl of perfume and Durindfire. She didn’t even look at him as she walked away, dismissing him as smoothly and easily as she had the Haitian and the little soldier that was so blatantly in love with her.

But he watched her. And wondered if he was looking at the retreating form of his most dangerous enemy, or his most critical ally.

He had a feeling that distinction was entirely up to him.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up // In the morning when the day is new // And after having spent the day together // Hold each other close the whole night through -- Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys


11:03 a.m.

Claire looked up from the book she had been trying to occupy herself with but it was proving to be impossible. Every time she tried to focus on the words, she found her attention straying and she knew it was largely the fault of the man in her hotel room. Sighing, even if she wasn't frustrated, she tossed the book onto the nightstand with a slight groan. "I give up."

The lightsaber pieces that Galen had been trying to assemble fell to the table with a soft clatter, but he wasn't annoyed by the intrusion into his concentration. Truthfully, it had been just as impossible for him to focus as well. Deft fingers picked up the pieces cautiously and began to assemble the hilt by hand; it was a familiar enough practice that he didn't have to watch too closely as he worked, and could glance over at her occasionally.

"What's wrong?"

Wincing a little as the lightsaber pieces fell to the table, she sighed as she hadn't meant to distract him from what he was doing but it was hard to stay this quiet and this still for so long. "I can't stand being inside for this long." She admitted as she sat up, crossing her legs while pushing her fingers through her hair. "I wonder how long we're going to be trapped on this floor."

Not that she had a problem being with him.

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ooc: takes place during the floor plot at hearts_andminds

Oct. 17th, 2009

Dating StrengthsDating Weaknesses
1. Financial Situation - 92.3%
2. Independence - 85.7%
3. Adventurousness - 83.3%
4. Spirituality - 69.2%
5. Optimism - 57.1%
1. Shyness - 70.8%
2. Selfishness - 54.5%
3. Humorlessness - 50%


Dating Strengths Explained
Financial Situation - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid girls who are only interested in your money.
Independence - Your strong sense of independence comes in handy while dating. You are not held back or tied down; you are free to pursue your interests.
Adventurousness - You are willing to try new things and be spontaneous. You want to get out there and really live, and you will attract people with a similar love of life.
Spirituality - Your spiritual side brings you peace and balance, and keeps you grounded. This is attractive, as you can help reinforce this quality in other people.
Optimism - People are drawn to your positive outlook. Your optimism attracts others to you.

Dating Weaknesses Explained
Shyness - You know all too well the limits shyness places on you. Putting yourself out there in social situations may be difficult, but essential to your dating success.
Selfishness - You think too much of yourself and your needs. You must learn to put your partner first and tend to her needs.
Humorlessness - You need to learn how to take a joke, or better yet how to tell a good one. A well-developed sense of humor is high on the list of desired traits for daters.

Dating Strengths and Weaknesses Quiz

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