Wiliem grumbled to himself as he scrolled through the datapad. This puzzle was bloody difficult... maybe it was time to seek help. "Hey, Octavia Car’Varr," he called through, hoping she was still grabbing her morning coffee. "Can you come here for a sec?"

Wil sat in Jᴀʏᴄᴇ Tᴀʀᴋɪɴ's office shifting through the papers that had been forced on him by the Captain. He hoped that by sitting in the shadowed area, his father wouldn't notice the gash on his nose.

⇢ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs﹗ ┊ Lɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ﹗ I·ᴍ sᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ﹗

┊Gif for Doctor Caryl Tarkin ┊ Blood. There was so much blood. It warmed his side slowly as it seeped into the fabric of his shirt.

┊Gif for @ImperiumSpero ┊

┊Gif for — Lizabethar ┊

¸.•*´¨`* Roles. Wil is an Honour Guard now, accompanying some of the most vital people to the Rebellion on missions. He takes pride in his ability to fire a blaster, although he knows that it could do with some minor improvements.

Wil approached 𝙇𝙐𝙆𝙀 with his hands neatly held behind his back. "Sir, I was asked to report to you."

⇢ Looking for roleplays! Like this tweet for a DM about plotting RT for a random starter

Conscious telling him that he shouldn't be there. He should be out doing somehing /useful/ for their cause. Not following some scientists around on their little excavation trip.