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Hi guys!
A while ago, there was an idea put forth, for X-Wing-era pups. People (including myself) had some reservations, and it just sort of -- petered out ( Read more... ) -
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When Tycho awakes, it's immediate. There's no half-asleep mumbling of nightmares, no signal, no sharp intake of breath, no bolting upright in bed. Just his eyes snapping open and then flicking about, taking in his surroundings in one sharp glance. The furnishings are reduced to shadows in the dark, but he recognizes it; room 181, Milliways. ( Read more... ) -
Notes
( For Corran ) -
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The cramped apartment is dark and quiet, as it should be. There's not one thing out of place; not one of the (admittedly, few) holos or furnishings are a millimeter away from where Winter left them. Bright specks of speeder traffic flash past far below the windows, an old-fashioned chrono ticks in the tiny living space. But ( Read more... ) -
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Shove the stick to the left, throwing the X-wing into a sharp roll, and Tycho should feel the pull of the manuever even with the intertial compensator, but there's nothing. The simulators at Milliways are incredibly rudimentary; no simulated motion or even comm chatter. It's not flying. It's playing ( Read more... ) -
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Running breath hitching side stabbing - stabbing red silver-white hair NO--Tycho's eyes snap open. The room is lit only by the crack of light coming from the hallway and making its way under the door, but when he immediately looks to his side, it's impossible to miss Winter lying with her face turned toward him and eyes closed. She's fine. She's ( Read more... ) -
OOC
So bandwagons are my friend.
Ask any question you'd like of Tycho Celchu (twostandingby), Riley Poole (shortofcrazy), or Plourr Ilo (fighting_mad). -
insomnia
Tycho doesn't remember entirely. Just fragments, images, sounds.
Graceful rounded edges of a shining white marble building, pink flower petals slowly drifting to the ground, a flash of long brown curls and bright brown eyes and a curve of a smile, laughter-- She's close and her hand is sliding up his side "Keep talking pretty like that, flyboy, ( Read more... ) -
First night
It took some time to climb the stairs and traverse the hallways, but eventually, Tycho found his room. He stared at the shiny '181' on the door, and wondered again if the Bar was sentient enough to have a sense of irony. The fact that his room shared the number of Rogue Squadron's Imperial counterpart, Baron Soontir Fel's elite 181st, seemed to ( Read more... ) -
Pre-Milliways
It was the most ordinary of ordinary days. That was what Tycho Celchu would remember later ( Read more... )