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ask-sebastian · 9 months

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TL;DR. Allegra's villain arc is a rollercoaster: Angst, survival mode, heartbreak, more angst, hope and change, a massive betrayal and the point of no return.

(I apologise for the huge blocks of text + unnecessary character lore, everyone! Please skip it all - I got carried away.)

A life for a life. A birth at death. While it was never said outright to her, she heard it through the mutterings of their house-elf when she was four. Of the way, his mistress had perished at the hands of the young miss, the screams, the blood and the anguished, heartbroken wails of his master.

Her father had named her after his late wife, a forever reminder that she was merely a trade. Afraid of his resentment, Allegra lives tirelessly to measure up to his expectations: to be the perfect daughter, in the hopes that one day, she could emulate even a sliver of the witch that her mother was

After her mother's passing, her grandparents, too grief-stricken, moved to America with the rest of their family to start afresh. They left her alone with her father, who overbore her with stories of how magnificent of a woman her mother was. Without the Picquery name to uphold his status in pureblood society, her father took on an unyielding determination to establish his family name. In pursuit of this, he relentlessly pushed his daughter into the limelight, parading her out to foster connections with the next generation in high society.

Though she knows that her father loves her in his own twisted way, she is never sure whether this love is for her, if it's for who he thinks Allegra should be or worse, if only because she's the only reminder of his beloved wife.

Allegra has never known what it is like to be loved wholeheartedly and unconditionally, which translated itself into a deep mistrust of others. She can never be sure whether someone sought her out for her or for what she represents.

Her years in Durmstrang further fed into her insecurities as it was very much "only the strong survive". Known for teaching the Dark Arts, the rest of the curriculum was based on a "sink or swim" mentality, pitting students against each other.

One shining light (she had thought back then) was that she met someone who showered her with affection. Starved, she latched onto them, ignoring all the red flags until she overheard them bragging to their friends that they had their prospects settled because of Allegra and her father's connections. She still wonders if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy on her end, but the worst thing is that she still loved them despite their deception.

With that deceit, Allegra withdrew over the summer, prompting her to question everything in her life. Even as a child, she had disliked the path her father had set out for her, and with adulthood approaching, was there a point in pretending to be someone she was not?

It was not until she was reunited with her childhood best friend, William (@ask-elland-n-will) and started her final year at Hogwarts that she realised there were genuine people with no hidden motives. Her friends' sincerity, love and support give her the courage to change.

(Yay! Happy ending!)

(lol, she wishes)

Just when she's learnt how to trust and let her guard down, if she is ever betrayed in the worst way possible (think a lover, Will, or even her father ), that will send her down the path of no return. She will kill any semblance of emotion and arm herself with enough power to make life a living hell for those who have wronged her.

By then, she will see herself only as a mere cog in the wheel that could be easily replaced and will singularly seek out the power to protect herself from further hurt. With Durmstrang having equipped her with knowledge of the Dark Arts (though not necessarily to use it), a lifetime studying her father's manipulative ways, and her own vindictiveness, nothing will be beneath her in her quest for vengeance.

#sebastian's musical owls #villain era #adallegra #love me wrong - allie x/troye sivan #beautiful liar - x ambassadors #what was I made for? - billie eilish #courage to change - sia #you know my name - chris cornell #weight of everything - ill factor/katie garfield

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fake-total-drama-takes · 1 year

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Well, for starters, Mike died in the nuclear apocalypse Marmaduke fic. We’d never kill our characters in a nuclear apocalypse. As for headcanons, Geoff, Katie, and Harold have been together since season 1. Soon they did a group watch if ROTI, and were completely head over heels for Fang! But it wasn’t until they found Mary studying him that they finally met him, and they soon fell for her too.

Well, even as a fake takes blog I raise questions about Katie being included... she's too yuritastic to be here without Sadie. Since Katie's portion of the ship name is the IE part I would like to make a suggestion: the I is for Katie and the E is for Sadie. Boom! Six person polycule. Even better! Could possibly rival the levels of marmaduke now.

Also can I get that nuclear apocalypse fic link?

#smh even with my fix mrowconut triumphs #total drama fake takes #total drama #td garfield #td geoff #td mary #td fang #td katie #td sadie #td harold

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denimbex1986 · 1 month

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'...Fiction

1. The Women by Kristin Hannah, narrated by Julia Whelan and the author (Macmillan Audio)

2. George Orwell’s 1984 by George Orwell and Joe White - adaptation, performed by Andrew Garfield, Cynthia Erivo, Andrew Scott, Tom Hardy, Chukwudi Iwuji, Romesh Ranganathan, Natasia Demetriou, Francesca Mills, Alex Lawther and Katie Leung (Audible Original)...'

#George Orwell #1984 #Andrew Garfield #Andrew Scott #Cynthia Erivo #Tom Hardy #Romesh Ranganathan #Chukwudi Iwuji #Natasia Demetriou #Francesca Mills #Alex Lawther #Katie Leung #Audible #Joe White

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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The Kids

Alexia's Daughters

Bambi Putellas -> From Injured -> Age 3-4 -> Accident -> Future Ballerina -> False Confidence By Noah Kahan -> Lives in The Little Bambi Ballerina Verse

Pequeñita Putellas -> From Tears -> Age 3-4 -> IVF -> SPD -> Future Artist -> Fluffles the chinchilla -> ❤️ Teeny Engen-León -> Lives in The Little Artists Verse

Mapi and Ingrid's Daughters

Bebita Engen-León -> From Difficult -> Age 1-3 -> Happy Accident -> Future Motocross Rider -> Lives in The Little Hive Verse

Sunshine Engen-León -> From Heart -> Age 4 -> Adopted -> Heart Transplant -> Future Photographer

Cub León -> From Surgery -> Age 2-4 -> Happy Accident -> ADHD -> Future Cat Café Owner -> Garfield and León-León the cats 🐈 -> Lives in The Little Troublemakers Verse

Skatt Engen -> From Secret -> Age 0-1 -> Happy Accident -> Future Entomologist -> Lives in The Little Fauna Verse

Teeny Engen-León -> From Tattoos -> Age 2-3 -> Happy Accident -> Future Artist -> Mr Pina the hedgehog 🦔 -> ❤️ Pequeñita Putellas -> Lives in The Little Artists Verse

Ingrid's Sister

Nena Engen -> From Nena -> Age 4 -> Natural -> Future Defender -> Lives in The Little Sisters Verse

Frido's Sister

Älskling Rolfö -> From Kidnapped -> Age 0-1 -> Adopted -> Lives in The Little Troublemakers Verse

Katrina and Clara's Daughter

Bubs Gorry -> From Grouchy -> Age 0-1 -> IVF -> ❤️ Angel Catley -> Lives in The Little Tillies Verse

Sam and Kristie's Daughter

Chook Mewis-Kerr -> From Torn -> Age 5 -> IVF -> Future Palaeontologist, PhD -> Lives in The Little Troublemakers Verse

Ellie and Daan's Daughter

Pipsqueak Van De Donk -> From Breakfast -> Age 8 -> IVF -> Future Gymnast -> Lives in The Little Tillies Verse

Mary's Sister

Rugrat Earps -> From Read -> Age 5 -> Natural -> Future English Professor, PhD -> Lives in The Little Sisters Verse

Alessia's Sister

Tesoro Russo -> From Copy -> Age 3-4 -> Natural -> Future Striker -> Lives in The Little Sisters Verse

Leah and Jordan's Daughter

Bug Williamson-Nobbs -> From Outburst -> Age 3-4 -> Adopted -> Future Striker -> ❤️ Bear Walsh-Bronze -> Lives in The Little Hive Verse

Leah's Sister

Bean Williamson -> From Playing Favourites -> Age 4 -> Natural -> Future Defender -> Lives in The Little Sisters Verse

Lucy and Keira's Daughters

Peanut Walsh-Bronze -> From Travel Day -> Age 4 -> IVF -> ADHD -> Future Defensive Midfielder -> Lives in The Little Besties Verse

Bear Walsh-Bronze -> From Broken -> Age 3-4 -> Adopted -> Narcoleptic -> Future Year 1 Teacher -> ❤️ Bug Williamson-Nobbs -> Lives in The Little Hive Verse

Pup Walsh-Bronze -> From Dogs -> Age 3 -> Adopted

Katie and Rue's Daughter

Kiddo Littlejohn-McCabe -> From End of the World -> Age 3-4 -> IVF -> Anxiety -> Future Child Therapist

Beth and Viv's Daughters

Liefje Mead -> From Sharks -> Age 4 -> IVF -> Future Shark Biologist, PhD -> Carpet the shark 🦈 -> Lives in The Little Besties Verse

Munchkin Meadema -> From Video -> Age 1 -> Adopted -> Future Doctor -> Lives in The Little Medics Verse

Pernille and Magda's Daughter

Princesse -> From Big Adventures -> Age 0-Adult -> IVF -> Anxiety -> Future Goalkeeper -> Prins the dog 🐕, Reina the cat 🐈, Kung the bunny 🐇 -> ❤️ Natalia Guijarro (OC) -> Long Live (Taylor's Version) By Taylor Swift -> Lives in The Big Adventures Universe

#masterlist #woso community #woso

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fandom · 2 years

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Celebrities

Taika Waititi went up +69 this year. Nice.

Queen Elizabeth II

Joseph Quinn

Andrew Garfield

Tom Holland +3

Chris Evans -3

Taika Waititi +69

Oscar Isaac +32

Robert Pattinson +44

Misha Collins -5

Tobey Maguire

Joe Keery

Zendaya +7

Sebastian Stan -10

Jensen Ackles -9

Elon Musk +22

Pedro Pascal -15

Chris Pine

Rhys Darby

Neil Gaiman

Henry Cavill -12

Florence Pugh +20

Maya Hawke

Chris Pratt +12

Will Smith

Alex Hirsch +55

Johnny Depp +24

Kit Connor

Mads Mikkelsen -10

Ewan McGregor +28

Tom Hiddleston -24

Sadie Sink

Hayden Christensen

Dana Terrace

Hailee Steinfeld +29

Timothee Chalamet -11

Joey Batey +59

Matt Smith

Tom Sturridge

Dylan O’Brien +8

Katie McGrath -25

Joe Locke

Finn Wolfhard

Alfred Molina

Keanu Reeves -8

Noah Schnapp

Benedict Cumberbatch -4

Zoë Kravitz

Hugh Dancy -22

David Tennant -21

Elizabeth Olsen -33

Hayao Miyazaki +10

Natalia Dyer

Apo Nattawin

Charlie Cox

Tom Hardy -24

Paul Dano

Jamie Campbell Bower

Mile Phakphum

Jodie Whittaker

Sydney Sweeney

Chris Rock

Chris Hemsworth -22

Alexa Demie

Ryan Reynolds

Nichelle Nichols

Marilyn Monroe -17

Amber Heard

Barry Keoghan

Natalie Portman

Harvey Guillén

Selena Gomez

David Jenkins

Con O’Neill

Christopher Eccleston

Tessa Thompson +15

Simone Ashley

Jonathan Bailey

Jodie Comer +7

Walker Scobell

Bella Hadid -22

Wang Yibo -54

Betty White

Scarlett Johansson -58

Anne Hathaway

Emma Watson -9

Millie Bobby Brown

Jared Padalecki -76

Ana De Armas +3

Xiao Zhan -60

Oliver Stark -23

Bible Wichapas

Prince William

Angelina Jolie

Toby Fox

Jack Black

John Mulaney -84

Michael Sheen -42

Blake Lively

Ryan Guzman

Anya Taylor-Joy -68

The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded names weren’t on the list last year.

#year in review #celebrities #tumblr2022

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elysianrey · 1 year

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In my body I'm a disaster

I break down when you shake the ground

Every time I stand to leave my cage

In my broken body I stay

• won’t let go: black match • a different kind of love: son lux • dark side: bishop briggs • smells like teen spirit: malia j • king of shadow: kat cunning • middle of the night: elle duhe • the loneliest: maneskin • renegade: big red machine, taylor swift • hurricane: tommee profitt, fleurie • can’t pretend: tom odell • secrets and lies: ruelle • broken: palaye royale • numb: elderbrook • if the world ended tonight - stripped: jordan suaste • i need my girl: the national • where your secrets hide: klergy, katie garfield •

listen to the rest here

note: I am forever indebted to nanna.arts on insta for bringing this intimate kanej scene to life in the most beautiful way. it accompanies the playlist i’ve created perfectly and I cannot thank her enough. I will continue to update the list as I find new music! I hope all of you authors, artists, and shippers enjoy. x

#kanej #kaz x inej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #freddy carter #amita suman #leigh bardugo #kanej playlist #grishaverse #kanej fanart #not my art #commissioned art #nanna.arts #please do not repost this art

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sincericida · 2 years

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ANDREW GARFIELD 's kisses...

The way he holds the face of the contemplated, sorry I mean, actresses... is too surreal for me. And this sequence of "Boy A" makes me have several types of thoughts that... 🥵 Better not to confess here. Anyway, actresses doing some of things i'd like to do with him. 🔥🔥🔥

With Alexandra Shipp in "Tick, Tick... BOOM!" (2021)

With Adelaide Clemens in "Under The Banner Of Heaven" (2022)

With Katie Lyons in "Boy A" (2007)

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tavyliasin · 3 months

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The Tyranny of Memory - Gortash x Durge Short

Durge meets Gortash at night in secret, and the finds the Tyrant has other ways to coax out old memories... D/s Switch for both, Gortash is AFAB and Durge is AFAB nonbinary in this 996 word request piece from some deliciously devious sinners~

A warmup short run a little long~ Click Here for AO3 Version Pairing: Gortash x Durge SPICE Rating: 4/5 Content Warnings and Tags: Power play, mild blood/wound, mild neck grab (no choking), rough sex,

Spoilers Mild act 3 Dark Urge reference (1-2 dialogue lines taken out of the original context), mild Dark Urge spoilers. Canon Compliance Barely any really other than the vague mention in the spoilers. This is just smut for smut's sake~ Other Notes As mentioned at the top, Gortash is an AFAB trans man and the Durge is nonbinary with they/them pronouns and AFAB anatomy.

Song Pairing Warfare by Katie Garfield (Youtube Link Click Here) "We won't stop 'Til you fall Cut you down Take it all One by one Say goodbye You can run but you can't hide

This is warfare"

SMUT BELOW THE CUT! --- ---

“A divine oath, sworn upon spirit and flesh. I do no harm to you, nor you to me.” Simple words that had been spoken with hope, Enver Gortash smiled as he had said them.

“First you will rule, then you will ruin.” The words of the urge echoed in their head too, there was a pact, but every agreement had its weakness. Durge knew that the moment they agreed to meet him again, alone, under cover of darkness. The way to rule over a tyrant was first to make him believe he had control, soothe his over-inflated ego, to make the ruin all the more satisfying.

That was how they were on his desk, golden claws raking down their spine staining white scales red, and lifting their tail to claim them. They allowed it, first his fingers - too greedy to tease, too impatient to give them what they wanted - and then one of several straps he kept in his drawer.

They remembered those, or rather some part of them did. Durge wasn’t sure how, why, which ones had perhaps been used in the past, but their body soon did. They bit down into the leatherbound cover of a book that had been carelessly pushed to one side to make way for their reunion. Gortash’s voice was deep, dark, a growl that sent a shiver through their mind as he spoke. “There, my dear assassin, back where you belong.”

Their body was responding, feeling Gortash…Enver… Their mind rebelled, even as their muscles tightened in the bliss of being so thoroughly filled, even the heat of his breath on the back of their neck drawing forth a low moan from their throat. “Fool, FOOL! Wait for his weakness, then take it all back.”

“Stay still, my dear, we do not wish to break anything. Least of all your delightful body.” He dug his claws into the base of their tail with a savage grip, the pain awakening a bloodlust they had struggled to suppress in every waking hour.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Gortash.” Durge muttered through gritted teeth, even as his cold metal gauntlet dug deeper. Even with their pact, *’harm’* did not account for pain that they enjoyed and welcomed

“So you want me to stop?” He slowed, but did not cease. His thrusts instead became languid yet purposeful, ensuring they felt every moment, encouraging them to seek their own pleasure by pressing towards him. But the heat of blood seeping onto their scales was tipping the balance, and winning the wager Bane’s chosen had set the moment he took control.

“I warned you, Enver. Reap the rewards of your tyranny, and remember exactly the pride that brought your fall.” Durge’s tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him from their body as they grabbed a spare strap and turned, shoving him backwards, grinning wickedly as he stumbled towards the wall.

“There you are, my dear.” The light of fear in his eyes was coloured by arousal, as infuriating as it was deeply erotic to the dragonborn already leaping towards him.

Durge slammed Enver’s back against the wall, as they breathed in the scent of the breath that left his lungs, savouring it, drinking in the view of him half naked and quivering. “You thought it wise to take from me...to push me…to *awaken*-”

“I did. That look in your eye, you’ve missed this just as much as I have. Perhaps a part of you still dreamed while your memories slept.” His golden claws traced a path over old scars, scratching over healed scales as if to reopen the wounds and drag their former self back out by visceral force.

“Little Tyrant…you speak of dreams when you’re awakening a nightmare.” Enver’s sturdy arms felt weak in their grasp as they turned him around, shifting their grip up to his hair, forcing his cheek against the cold stone of the wall. “I’d forgotten what your voice sounded like when you whimper and beg, Enver. You’ll be kind enough to remind me now, won’t you?”

He nodded, as much as one can with their face held so close, his arms wretched easily behind him as their tail wrapped around his wrists to bind them still.

“Good boy.” They purred into his ear. “Do not move.” The command allowed them to hold him only with their tail as they swiftly secured the strap. Grabbed from the drawer in haste, it was longer and thicker than the one that the tyrant still wore, dripping with the remnants of their own arousal. It might be pleasing to take their pleasure from him more directly, to throw him to the floor and command his wicked tongue to spill his secrets directly to their core, but power… Real power held far more allure.

They hadn’t been concerned about preparing him, and they quickly remembered why. The oil glistened in a thin trickle down the back of his thigh betraying how he was always ready, waiting, hoping.

The tyrant groaned as they entered, teasing just the tip at first. Durge took hold of the back of his neck, keeping him flush against the wall, but their other hand snaked down to his waist and around, gripping the strap he still wore and working it slowly as if the false appendage had feeling. “Should I thank you, Tyrant, for being so well prepared for me? Should I thank your hungry little hole for swallowing all of this with ease?” Enver whined. Perhaps he might’ve preferred the more direct pleasure that penetration of another kind could offer, but this… They knew it was the degradation he wanted most. To know they could take his body and own it.

Durge increased their pace slowly, savouring how he shuddered, moaned, and grew weak as their hips slammed against him. They grew drunk on the power, intoxicated by how they brought him to his knees in a pool of his own arousal, and they did not relent until dawn. --- --- ENDING NOTES --- ---

So maybe I'll do more with Gortash. I still haven't played a Dark Urge run, but I have very much enjoyed indulging in all manner of Durgetash content~

#enver gortash #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #fanfic #gortash #bg3 gortash #gortash x durge #the dark urge #durge #durge x gortash #lord gortash #Spotify

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solisaureus · 7 months

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This is sort of old news but i’m not sure if a lot of people heard about it so i thought i’d share. At the end of October a bunch of celebrities signed a letter to Joe Biden thanking him for his position on supporting Israel. The letter is cloaked in euphemistic language but the point of its message is to urge the US govt against a ceasefire and to continue stoking the fires of genocide. The signatories have waived the benefit of the doubt — these celebrities are signing off on genocide. Here is the letter, and here are a few names on it that are notable particularly for tumblr audiences:

Amy Sherman Palladino, Aubrey Plaza, Chris Pine, Eric Andre, Jack Black, Jeff Goldblum, Juliette Lewis, Katy Perry, Lana del Rey, Regina Spektor, Stephen Fry, Taika Waititi, Will Ferrell

On the other hand, there is also a letter signed by many celebrities that calls for a ceasefire. The letter is here, and here are some notable names:

Amandla Stenberg, America Ferrera, Andrew Garfield, Cate Blanchett, Dua Lipa, Florence Pugh, Frank Ocean, Hari Nef, Indya Moore, Janelle Monae, Jenna Ortega, Kehlani, Kristen Stewart, Lupita Nyong’o, Mark Ruffalo, Misha Collins, Oscar Isaac, Ruth Negga, Sandra Oh, Tessa Thompson, Zayn Malik

Strangely a few people, including Ewan McGregor, Kirsten Dunst, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, and Jordan Peele have signed both letters and I don’t know what to make of that. It’s possible that they signed the anti-ceasefire letter (which is dated 10/23) first and have since switched their stance, but that’s not clarified anywhere.

#robin text #palestine #israel #israel palestine conflict #ceasefire #ceasefire now

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dystopicjumpsuit · 5 months

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 19

The Way the World Ends, Part 3

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.9k

Warnings and tags: angst; suspense; canon-typical violence; someone gets punched; blood and injury; language.

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Summary: Echo arrives in Pabu; the team disagrees about how to proceed.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

…This is the way the world ends…

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

To say Pabu was beautiful would be grossly inadequate: it was the most idyllic place Echo had ever seen, and he’d seen a kriffing lot of the galaxy. He didn’t know if a worse hell existed than Skako Minor, but it was difficult to imagine a heaven that was lovelier than Pabu. He wished Riyo could have been there with him to see it.

It felt very strange to sit in the sunshine and enjoy Shep Hazard’s feast, to drink whatever fruity cocktail the mayor had made from the fermented tropical fruit that grew on their island—all while conscious that the rest of his team was either stuck in that dingy underworld garage or out on missions that were equally likely to end in gruesome disaster as success. He didn’t blame Hunter for wanting to keep the rest of the Batch—and particularly Omega—safe in this paradise.

Despite all that, Echo didn’t regret his decision to join Rex for even a second. The team’s success at Balmorra had only reaffirmed that he’d made the right call. But he couldn’t deny that it was very good to see his family again. Hunter made it more than clear that Echo would be welcome to join them, and if he were honest with himself, Echo admitted that it was a tempting prospect: a peaceful life in this beautiful place, surrounded by the people who were closest to him.

But what about the others? The ones who weren’t lucky enough to have found peace and safety?

“Echo, you've seen the power you're up against,” Hunter said. “You can't defeat them.”

“It's not about that,” Echo insisted. “It's about fighting for our brothers.”

“I understand why you're doing this,” Hunter sighed, “but when will it be enough?”

Echo didn’t reply immediately, but the unspoken words hovered between them nonetheless: Not yet.

“We have to tell him,” Fireball insisted.

“What good would it do?” Rex asked. “We need to get that data spike decrypted. If we tell Echo now, he’ll want to join in the search. We have to think about the bigger picture.”

“We could use some karking help with the search,” Nemec pointed out. “We still don’t know where Cerra is or even who took her.”

“My contact is looking into it,” Rex insisted. “If she’s in Imperial custody, we should know within a day or two.”

“And what if she isn’t?” Fireball asked. “How are we supposed to find her when we have no actionable intel?”

Riyo’s stomach churned. She couldn’t even believe they were having this conversation. Rex’s jaw was set firmly, but she could see the torment and self-doubt that swirled in his eyes.

“What if the situation were reversed?” she asked Rex. “If Echo knew something had happened to Cerra, and he decided to keep it from you?”

“I’d say he made the right decision,” Rex said. “The mission comes first.”

“That’s a kriffin’ lie,” Gregor said. “You’d burn the galaxy to the ground.”

“And what makes you say that?” Rex demanded harshly.

Gregor stared at Rex without flinching. “Because that’s what I’d do.”

“I have to agree,” Riyo said. “I’m sorry, Rex. If you don’t comm Echo, I will.”

Rex sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “Just… Give me a day. If I don’t hear back from my contact by then, I’ll comm Echo myself.”

“And what if you hear back?” Gregor asked.

Rex didn’t respond, and Riyo knew he was considering the possibility that his contact wouldn’t have any information.

“Then we’ll make a decision at that point,” she said decisively.

Rex met her eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. She wasn’t particularly thrilled, but she understood Rex’s reservations. There was really nothing Echo could do right now, and his mission was important. But the minute they had a shred of intel, she would comm him—Rex and his bigger picture be damned.

“Previous transfer records recovered from the ship's logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division,” Tech said, “and Crosshair is one of them.”

Wrecker spoke the thought that sprang to all of their minds: “You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire?”

Echo stared at Tech. If this were true, it could change everything. Crosshair had chosen the Empire, and he’d claimed to have done it without the influence of his inhibitor chip. Echo harbored private doubts that Crosshair’s chip had truly been removed, even if he thought it had. Regardless, if Crosshair had a change of heart about the Empire, that meant that there was hope that he would be willing to come back to the squad. Echo had lost too many brothers already. If there was the slightest chance that he could save Crosshair, he had to do it.

Tech and Echo threw themselves into the task of combing through the data he’d recovered from the Gozanti, and then into hunting down any leads they could find on Hemlock and the Advanced Science Division in Republic and Imperial records. There was precious little, and after an exhaustive search, Echo sent a message to Rex asking for assistance.

Echo was surprised by how quickly Rex commed him back. He answered the call aboard the Remora; better for everyone involved if the Batch knew as little as possible about the details of Rex’s operations. The more they knew, the bigger the targets on their backs would grow.

“Echo,” Rex greeted him without preamble. “My contact came through with limited intel on your Dr. Hemlock, but we do know that he’s set to travel to Eriadu in two rotations.”

“That’s not much time,” Echo frowned. “What’s he doing there?”

“Attending some sort of summit at Tarkin’s compound with a bunch of Imperials. Not sure who else will be there, but given how classified it is, safe to say they’re all high-level officials.”

Echo grunted. “Tight security, then. Couldn’t take it with an army, but maybe a strike team could infil. Anything else?”

Rex shook his head, his expression troubled. “Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to make it seem like Hemlock doesn’t exist. They’re not going to be happy to see a squad of wanted fugitives tracking him down.”

“We don’t have a choice. If he has Crosshair, we have to get him back,” Echo said firmly. “He’s our brother. Besides, Hemlock is holding other clones, too.”

“I understand,” Rex replied, but doubt clouded his eyes.

“We could use some backup,” Echo observed.

“I wish I could send it,” Rex said. “Echo… there’s something you need to know.”

“What is it?” Echo asked. “Riyo—”

“She’s all right,” Rex said. “It’s about Cerra.”

Echo’s short-lived relief spiraled into a sense of foreboding. “What happened?”

“She went missing on an extraction mission. We still don’t know who took her.”

“I’m coming back,” Echo said flatly.

“Negative,” Rex replied, his voice stern. “The whole team on Coruscant is working on it. Your mission is too important; we have no idea if or when we’ll get another lead on Hemlock.”

“Kriff Hemlock—” Echo began.

“Cerra would want you to put the mission first,” Rex interrupted. “You know it’s true.”

“Cerra has a karkin’ death wish!” Echo snapped. “She’s been looking for an excuse to self-destruct since I met her.”

“We won’t let that happen. We will find her. I need you to stay focused on your mission. We can’t spare the men for Eriadu, and we couldn’t make it in time anyway. It has to be you, Echo. We’re counting on you.”

Echo sat alone in the Remora for a long moment after Rex ended the holocom. He knew Rex was right, but it didn’t ease the sick feeling of dread when he thought about Cerra. Dank farrik, he’d only just begun to get through to her, and now he might have lost her for good—his last link to Fives.

The mission comes first.

He’d get his brother back first, and if the team hadn’t found Cerra by then, he swore by the Force he’d get his sister back, too.

Cerra awoke to the familiar gray walls of a Venator brig. She’d never been held in one before, but she’d seen them plenty of times during her years of service. She had no idea how much time had passed or even which Venator she was on. Her body ached, and hunger gnawed at her stomach. She took a quick stock of her situation.

Naturally, she’d been stripped of her weapons and armor, which was karking annoying. It was just her luck to lose her armor on the very first mission after she finished the modifications she’d been working on with Echo. The loss of the blasters cut deeper. Jesse had customized them for her specially years before, and they were all she had left from him. Even if she managed to escape, the odds were spectacularly bad that she would be able to find them on the Venator, if they’d even made it aboard.

That was assuming she lived long enough to escape. She had no delusions about her chances: she was being kept alive long enough to interrogate. Once they’d ripped the answers out of her, she would be terminated and jettisoned with the rest of the trash. If she were lucky, it would happen in that order.

All of which meant that she needed to escape before they had a chance to extract her secrets. All she had to do was break out of a completely secure holding cell, make her way through an enormous and heavily guarded starship, steal a ride, and jump into hyperspace before the Venator could engage its tractor beam—all without getting captured again.

Easy peasy.

She scoffed and flopped back down on the kriffing pathetic excuse for a bed. Clearly, prisoner comfort was not high on the list of priorities for jail cells. Nor was entertainment, which she discovered over the course of the next several days. Had she been bored when she was alone in the garage? That had been a paradise compared to the endless, colorless monotony of a Venator cell.

She slept, she woke, she slept again. Nothing changed, and she was forced to confront the very real possibility that she was going to die in this cell. She didn’t know how many days passed before the heavy tread of a TK trooper sounded outside her cell door.

“On your feet,” he barked. “Hands behind your head.”

She complied, keeping a wary eye on his blaster. He shut down the ray shield and entered the cell, then shoved her against the wall as he secured her wrists in a set of binders behind her back.

“You know, I usually expect a man to at least tell me his name before I let him tie me up,” she said, hoping to catch him off-balance.

“Quiet, scum,” he snapped.

Ah, well. Worth a shot.

“Get moving,” he ordered, nudging her out of the cell and into the corridor with the muzzle of his blaster.

“Where we headed?” she asked conversationally.

“Interrogation,” he replied shortly.

“Any chance we can stop at the commissary?” she asked. “I wouldn’t mind a snack. The prisoner rations here are—”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Eyes front.”

Unfortunately, he never let down his guard, and his blasters were properly secured. Trust her to encounter the only competent TK trooper in the entire kriffin’ army. He marched her to the interrogation room and thrust her through the doorway. She stumbled, but righted herself in time to see the door slide closed and the lock engage.

She took a quick inventory of the room. There was nothing inside except a table and two chairs; nothing she could use to escape or even loosen her binders. She paced around the room impatiently. After waiting a frankly impolite amount of time, at last she heard the door hiss open behind her.

“Cerra Kilian. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Oh kark.

She would recognize that voice anywhere, and she fought against a reflexive urge to snap to attention. Instead, she turned slowly around and inspected the man who’d entered the room.

“Admiral,” she drawled in greeting, hoping that he couldn’t hear the pounding of her heart or see the damp sheen of sweat that she suddenly felt on her forehead.

“It’s colonel, actually,” Wullf Yularen replied.

“Apologies, I didn’t realize you’d been demoted,” Cerra replied. From his narrowed eyes, she could tell the barb had struck home.

“It was a lateral move,” he replied. “An opportunity presented itself to be of greater service to the Empire.”

“Then I suppose congratulations are in order,” Cerra said.

“I can’t say the same for you,” Yularen said with a faint look of disgust as he surveyed her from her shaved head to her booted feet. “What on earth have you done to yourself? You used to be almost pretty.”

Always such a charmer.

“Well, new Empire, new me,” she said glibly. “I think the new look suits me.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t expect better from a deserter and a traitor,” he said.

Cerra smirked. “Deserter, I’ll give you. But I hardly think a few shady back-alley deals constitute treason. If they did, you’d have to arrest the entire senate.”

Yularen clenched his jaw, but he didn’t rise to her bait. “You saved my life once, Lieutenant—or rather—Miss Kilian, and out of respect for that, I am going to give you a chance to do this the easy way. Tell me where to find your companions, and I will let you go free.”

Kraytshit, scughole. The only way you’re letting me out is in a body bag.

“I don’t have any companions,” she said. “I’m a free agent.”

Yularen’s lips tightened. He began to circle her, slowly, his shoulders ramrod straight, and his hands clasped behind his back.

“What were you doing on Daiyu?”

“What does anyone do on Daiyu?” she asked. “I was picking up a shipment of glitterstim.”

“You expect me to believe you abandoned your highly decorated military career to become a spice runner?” Yularen’s voice dripped with skepticism.

She shrugged. “Girl’s gotta make a living.”

He narrowed his eyes. “We know you were involved with the insurrection on Raada.”

It was hardly an insurrection. I just blew up a speeder.

“What’s Raada?” she asked insouciantly.

“We have surveillance holos of you on the base. There’s no point in pretending ignorance.”

“Oh, you mean Raada, the moon,” Cerra said. “I was thinking about moving there, but I didn’t care much for the neighbors.”

“I see. I must admit, I was surprised to see a familiar face when we began to investigate the Raada incident. Careless. Almost as careless as trusting a spice runner not to give you up at the first hint of a reward.”

So that’s where the hole in our opsec was, Cerra thought grimly. Poor fucker.

“Hell of a reward,” she said. “Why do you care so much about a blown-up speeder, anyway?”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” he gritted out. “Where is Ahsoka Tano?”

“Who?” Cerra didn’t need to fake her confusion this time; she was truly baffled.

What in the galaxy does Ahsoka Tano have to do with anything? Cerra had met the young Jedi several times before she was transferred to the Ro-Ti-Mundi, but didn’t know her particularly well. Certainly not as well as Rex did. As far as Cerra knew, the girl had died along with the rest of the Jedi Order, even if she was a lapsed member.

“We know an adolescent Togruta Jedi killed an inquisitor on Raada and escaped mere days after you were caught on holocam at that base. Where is she?” Yularen demanded in a harsh tone.

“I thought all the Jedi were dead. What’s an inquisitor?” Cerra asked curiously. She hadn’t heard of them before, and she figured she might as well try to get as much information as she could on the off chance that she walked away from this mess.

Yularen backhanded her, hard. He struck so fast she never saw his fist coming before it smashed into her face. Her head snapped to the side, and she stumbled, but righted herself quickly as agony exploded in her mouth.

“Rude,” she gasped painfully. “I thought we were having a conversation.”

She tasted the salty, metallic flavor of blood, and she spat it onto the floor in front of Yularen’s feet.

“I gave you your chance to cooperate,” he said. “But it seems you’ve chosen to do it the hard way.”

“You know,” Cerra said, “you were a decent commanding officer. Bit of a hardass, but I never took you for a stooge. I guess you can never really know someone.”

“Strong words for a woman who betrayed everything she ever stood for,” Yularen said.

“I didn’t betray shit,” Cerra snarled. “And my only regret is that I dragged your fascist ass into the escape pod instead of saving more clones.”

He glared at her. “You will tell me everything.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” she said.

“I won’t need to. Guard!” Yularen snapped. The TK trooper stationed outside the room entered immediately. “Escort the prisoner to the enhanced interrogation room, and notify Agent Daivik that his services are required.”

“Yes, sir,” the trooper said, taking aim at Cerra. “Move it, scum.”

Cerra shot Yularen an impudent, bloody grin. “Be seeing you.”

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