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:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "Calculated risk might be an oxymoron, but. Hey, it's true. If I can stand to gain enough through a risk, it's worth it. ...And that was one noblest risks. I mean. Hell. Saved a lot of people. I should be getting a fricking ''medal'' for this." He laughs a bit, and shakes his head, "But yeah I got it. I'll push myself less. I just... Well. Things keep coming up that keep needing these huge risks. Won't put myself at risk like ''that'' again. Seriously. Kakarot is... Out of my league. I ''really'' wish I were strong enough to fight him, even with my full force of Pokémon around. But I'm really not." A sigh of regret. It's been a ''long'' time since he has fought someone ''so'' far above him in power. It's disheartening. He has come ''so far'', and yet... So far he can still go. <br /><br /> He lifts up his hands, making a measurement with them. It's much like oen would guess at the size of a fish. "Seen Beedrill stingers this big. And, remember. They fight other Pokémon. Which includes the ''steel'' type. So yeah, they can hurt steel with these things. Again, they're pretty nasty. They generally don't try to kill. They just wanna hurt things til they're left alone." <br /><br /> He pulls out the Pokéball of one of the Joltik. Smiling. Tossing it in his hand a bit. "They're... aware in there, but somewhat asleep. Many do prefer being outside most of the time, but it's fairly common that they're happy just as is. So don't worry too much about one being in here all the time. With one as small as Joltik, though... I wouldn't stress it ''too'' much, honestly." <br /><br /> A pause. <br /><br /> "...But you need to at least read the books first. I'll call Harp, have her get them ready for you. It should be a ''really'' fast read. But for Joltik, the main care requirements. A space to build a web for it to sleep on, if you let it sleep outside the Pokéball. Meat for food, mostly. Let it suck on electric outlets when you're docked, because it feeds on electricity to store up its power. And..." <br /><br /> Another pause. He looks at the ball, very carefully. <br /><br /> "...Treat it with care. That's the most important part. They're just as much a person as you or I are. With time, it'll grow to be one of your most trusting and loyal friends. A bond unlike you can have with anyone else." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "Calculated risk might be an oxymoron, but. Hey, it's true. If I can stand to gain enough through a risk, it's worth it. ...And that was one noblest risks. I mean. Hell. Saved a lot of people. I should be getting a fricking ''medal'' for this." He laughs a bit, and shakes his head, "But yeah I got it. I'll push myself less. I just... Well. Things keep coming up that keep needing these huge risks. Won't put myself at risk like ''that'' again. Seriously. Kakarot is... Out of my league. I ''really'' wish I were strong enough to fight him, even with my full force of Pokémon around. But I'm really not." A sigh of regret. It's been a ''long'' time since he has fought someone ''so'' far above him in power. It's disheartening. He has come ''so far'', and yet... So far he can still go. <br /><br /> He lifts up his hands, making a measurement with them. It's much like oen would guess at the size of a fish. "Seen Beedrill stingers this big. And, remember. They fight other Pokémon. Which includes the ''steel'' type. So yeah, they can hurt steel with these things. Again, they're pretty nasty. They generally don't try to kill. They just wanna hurt things til they're left alone." <br /><br /> He pulls out the Pokéball of one of the Joltik. Smiling. Tossing it in his hand a bit. "They're... aware in there, but somewhat asleep. Many do prefer being outside most of the time, but it's fairly common that they're happy just as is. So don't worry too much about one being in here all the time. With one as small as Joltik, though... I wouldn't stress it ''too'' much, honestly." <br /><br /> A pause. <br /><br /> "...But you need to at least read the books first. I'll call Harp, have her get them ready for you. It should be a ''really'' fast read. But for Joltik, the main care requirements. A space to build a web for it to sleep on, if you let it sleep outside the Pokéball. Meat for food, mostly. Let it suck on electric outlets when you're docked, because it feeds on electricity to store up its power. And..." <br /><br /> Another pause. He looks at the ball, very carefully. <br /><br /> "...Treat it with care. That's the most important part. They're just as much a person as you or I are. With time, it'll grow to be one of your most trusting and loyal friends. A bond unlike you can have with anyone else." <br> <br>

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:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I suppose I'm not one to talk. Have you ever seen a TIE starfighters? They're notoriously cheap and unreliable, and they're not designed to land." Juno leans back in her chair, rubbing at one arm. "I had to take a calculated risk after a mission, once, and land my bomber after a mission; my engines had developed an unfortunate malfunction."<br /><br />"I broke my arm in two places, and I broke my shoulder, too, trying to get out of the cockpit after it finally stopped skidding." Her smile is a little weary. "So I guess I'm not really one to talk about calculated risks."<br /><br />"Things don't always need risks like that. There isn't much I'd risk my life for, short of saving another life... I'd never let myself be baited into a fight like that. I know I'm outclassed by most things in the multiverse," she explains, folding her arms behind her head and leaning back in her seat. Tilting her head up, she leans it against her folded arms, some of her hair falling at the motion. The whitish blonde is almost as pale as the white of her throat. "Hnnn. I don't know how you quantify that kind of thing, but I'm probably barely considered an Elite, or not one. I pilot ships. That's really it."<br /><br />"Starkiller can shoot lightning from his fingertips, and he can carve a bull rancor apart with his lightsabers, but I'm just a pilot. It's all I've ever been, and it's all I'll ever be. I guess I'm happy with that, though... I do what I love." Her eyes slide closed. "I don't think there are a lot of people who can say that."<br /><br />Her eye slides open at his measurement of Beedrill stingers, and she shudders a little before closing it again. "Good point. I'm glad I got the ship out of there, in that case."<br /><br />"So it's like a miniaturised stasis chamber, then. That's good to know. I thought it might be unpleasant for them to be confined like that." She draws in a deep breath and lets it go, slowly, through her nose. "I wouldn't want to make something like that uncomfortable. It'd be like being kept in a prison cell, otherwise."<br /><br />"Sure. Reading material. I do enjoy reading, you know," Juno comments, cracking one eye open and fixing Lute with almost languid regard. "I don't have much time for reading, but I'll make the time."<br /><br />She falls silent at his quiet warning, both eyes opening to fix on him. Her regard is uncharacteristically serious, and something about it is almost melancholy.<br /><br />Juno smiles, but the smile seems somehow sad. It doesn't quite reach her eyes.<br /><br />"I imagine you can, actually, but I understand what you mean. Let me tell you something." She lets her arms drop, leaning forward to rest her elbows over her knees again, and fixing him with those blue eyes. "I have an interest in xenobiology because I have a respect for life. All life. Not just the pretty things, or the powerful things, but everything. Let me tell you something, Lute."<br> <br>

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:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I suppose I'm not one to talk. Have you ever seen a TIE starfighters? They're notoriously cheap and unreliable, and they're not designed to land." Juno leans back in her chair, rubbing at one arm. "I had to take a calculated risk after a mission, once, and land my bomber after a mission; my engines had developed an unfortunate malfunction."<br /><br />"I broke my arm in two places, and I broke my shoulder, too, trying to get out of the cockpit after it finally stopped skidding." Her smile is a little weary. "So I guess I'm not really one to talk about calculated risks."<br /><br />"Things don't always need risks like that. There isn't much I'd risk my life for, short of saving another life... I'd never let myself be baited into a fight like that. I know I'm outclassed by most things in the multiverse," she explains, folding her arms behind her head and leaning back in her seat. Tilting her head up, she leans it against her folded arms, some of her hair falling at the motion. The whitish blonde is almost as pale as the white of her throat. "Hnnn. I don't know how you quantify that kind of thing, but I'm probably barely considered an Elite, or not one. I pilot ships. That's really it."<br /><br />"Starkiller can shoot lightning from his fingertips, and he can carve a bull rancor apart with his lightsabers, but I'm just a pilot. It's all I've ever been, and it's all I'll ever be. I guess I'm happy with that, though... I do what I love." Her eyes slide closed. "I don't think there are a lot of people who can say that."<br /><br />Her eye slides open at his measurement of Beedrill stingers, and she shudders a little before closing it again. "Good point. I'm glad I got the ship out of there, in that case."<br /><br />"So it's like a miniaturised stasis chamber, then. That's good to know. I thought it might be unpleasant for them to be confined like that." She draws in a deep breath and lets it go, slowly, through her nose. "I wouldn't want to make something like that uncomfortable. It'd be like being kept in a prison cell, otherwise."<br /><br />"Sure. Reading material. I do enjoy reading, you know," Juno comments, cracking one eye open and fixing Lute with almost languid regard. "I don't have much time for reading, but I'll make the time."<br /><br />She falls silent at his quiet warning, both eyes opening to fix on him. Her regard is uncharacteristically serious, and something about it is almost melancholy.<br /><br />Juno smiles, but the smile seems somehow sad. It doesn't quite reach her eyes.<br /><br />"I imagine you can, actually, but I understand what you mean. Let me tell you something." She lets her arms drop, leaning forward to rest her elbows over her knees again, and fixing him with those blue eyes. "I have an interest in xenobiology because I have a respect for life. All life. Not just the pretty things, or the powerful things, but everything. Let me tell you something, Lute."<br /><br />"I suppose I'm not one to talk. Have you ever seen a TIE starfighters? They're notoriously cheap and unreliable, and they're not designed to land." Juno leans back in her chair, rubbing at one arm. "I had to take a calculated risk after a mission, once, and land my bomber after a mission; my engines had developed an unfortunate malfunction."<br /><br />"I broke my arm in two places, and I broke my shoulder, too, trying to get out of the cockpit after it finally stopped skidding." Her smile is a little weary. "So I guess I'm not really one to talk about calculated risks."<br /><br />"Things don't always need risks like that. There isn't much I'd risk my life for, short of saving another life... I'd never let myself be baited into a fight like that. I know I'm outclassed by most things in the multiverse," she explains, folding her arms behind her head and leaning back in her seat. Tilting her head up, she leans it against her folded arms, some of her hair falling at the motion. The whitish blonde is almost as pale as the white of her throat. "Hnnn. I don't know how you quantify that kind of thing, but I'm probably barely considered an Elite, or not one. I pilot ships. That's really it."<br /><br />"Starkiller can shoot lightning from his fingertips, and he can carve a bull rancor apart with his lightsabers, but I'm just a pilot. It's all I've ever been, and it's all I'll ever be. I guess I'm happy with that, though... I do what I love." Her eyes slide closed. "I don't think there are a lot of people who can say that."<br /><br />Her eye slides open at his measurement of Beedrill stingers, and she shudders a little before closing it again. "Good point. I'm glad I got the ship out of there, in that case."<br /><br />"So it's like a miniaturised stasis chamber, then. That's good to know. I thought it might be unpleasant for them to be confined like that." She draws in a deep breath and lets it go, slowly, through her nose. "I wouldn't want to make something like that uncomfortable. It'd be like being kept in a prison cell, otherwise."<br /><br />"Sure. Reading material. I do enjoy reading, you know," Juno comments, cracking one eye open and fixing Lute with almost languid regard. "I don't have much time for reading, but I'll make the time."<br /><br />She falls silent at his quiet warning, both eyes opening to fix on him. Her regard is uncharacteristically serious, and something about it is almost melancholy.<br /><br />Juno smiles, but the smile seems somehow sad. It doesn't quite reach her eyes.<br /><br />"I imagine you can, actually, but I understand what you mean. Let me tell you something." She lets her arms drop, leaning forward to rest her elbows over her knees again, and fixing him with those blue eyes. "I have an interest in xenobiology because I have a respect for life. All life. Not just the pretty things, or the powerful things, but everything. Let me tell you something, Lute."<br /><br />"When I was still a TIE pilot, I was part of the Black Eight Squadron. It's one of the most feared TIE squadrons in the galaxy, under the direct command of Lord Vader. While I captained it, we were commanded to bomb the planet of Callos for some infraction or another. I'm to understand they'd been chafing under Imperial governance. Anyway, we went in and carried out our orders. I bombed the planet until it seemed like nothing could have survived the fire and smoke, and I did it all with a steady hand."<br /><br />"When I asked for a degree of clemency from Lord Vader, I was instructed to make a precision strike against Callos' planetary reactor. I thought the facility would be equipped with failsafes to shut itself down if it sustained any damage, and so I did."<br /><br />"I watched my bombs strike home. I watched the reactor – but it didn't shut down. The damage started a chain reaction that went out of control. Pollution spilled into the air, the sea, the very soil. It was a green world like Felucia, once, but all I left behind me was toxic sludge. The forests of Callos would never regrow; no one would ever survive that chemical winter."<br /><br />Her voice is soft, by this point; her eyes haunted, and there's a bit too much light reflected in them, although she refuses to let those tears fall.<br /><br />"I destroyed an entire planet, Lute, and that's why I can't have any disregard for life. I'd never wanted that. I had no idea what we had done until after the fact. ''No idea''. An entire ''planet'', with species that would never be catalogued, and people simply living out their daily lives..."<br /><br />"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all of that on you." Her head bows, shaking slowly. "But the point is that I can't treat it with anything but care. I wouldn't dream of treating it carelessly. Every life is worthy; from the biggest rancor to the smallest insect. Everything has a place. Everything, and everyone, is important."<br> <br>

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:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I suppose I'm not one to talk. Have you ever seen a TIE starfighters? They're notoriously cheap and unreliable, and they're not designed to land." Juno leans back in her chair, rubbing at one arm. "I had to take a calculated risk after a mission, once, and land my bomber after a mission; my engines had developed an unfortunate malfunction."<br /><br />"I broke my arm in two places, and I broke my shoulder, too, trying to get out of the cockpit after it finally stopped skidding." Her smile is a little weary. "So I guess I'm not really one to talk about calculated risks."<br /><br />"Things don't always need risks like that. There isn't much I'd risk my life for, short of saving another life... I'd never let myself be baited into a fight like that. I know I'm outclassed by most things in the multiverse," she explains, folding her arms behind her head and leaning back in her seat. Tilting her head up, she leans it against her folded arms, some of her hair falling at the motion. The whitish blonde is almost as pale as the white of her throat. "Hnnn. I don't know how you quantify that kind of thing, but I'm probably barely considered an Elite, or not one. I pilot ships. That's really it."<br /><br />"Starkiller can shoot lightning from his fingertips, and he can carve a bull rancor apart with his lightsabers, but I'm just a pilot. It's all I've ever been, and it's all I'll ever be. I guess I'm happy with that, though... I do what I love." Her eyes slide closed. "I don't think there are a lot of people who can say that."<br /><br />Her eye slides open at his measurement of Beedrill stingers, and she shudders a little before closing it again. "Good point. I'm glad I got the ship out of there, in that case."<br /><br />"So it's like a miniaturised stasis chamber, then. That's good to know. I thought it might be unpleasant for them to be confined like that." She draws in a deep breath and lets it go, slowly, through her nose. "I wouldn't want to make something like that uncomfortable. It'd be like being kept in a prison cell, otherwise."<br /><br />"Sure. Reading material. I do enjoy reading, you know," Juno comments, cracking one eye open and fixing Lute with almost languid regard. "I don't have much time for reading, but I'll make the time."<br /><br />She falls silent at his quiet warning, both eyes opening to fix on him. Her regard is uncharacteristically serious, and something about it is almost melancholy.<br /><br />Juno smiles, but the smile seems somehow sad. It doesn't quite reach her eyes.<br /><br />"I imagine you can, actually, but I understand what you mean. Let me tell you something." She lets her arms drop, leaning forward to rest her elbows over her knees again, and fixing him with those blue eyes. "I have an interest in xenobiology because I have a respect for life. All life. Not just the pretty things, or the powerful things, but everything. Let me tell you something, Lute."<br /><br />"When I was still a TIE pilot, I was part of the Black Eight Squadron. It's one of the most feared TIE squadrons in the galaxy, under the direct command of Lord Vader. While I captained it, we were commanded to bomb the planet of Callos for some infraction or another. I'm to understand they'd been chafing under Imperial governance. Anyway, we went in and carried out our orders. I bombed the planet until it seemed like nothing could have survived the fire and smoke, and I did it all with a steady hand."<br /><br />"When I asked for a degree of clemency from Lord Vader, I was instructed to make a precision strike against Callos' planetary reactor. I thought the facility would be equipped with failsafes to shut itself down if it sustained any damage, and so I did."<br /><br />"I watched my bombs strike home. I watched the reactor – but it didn't shut down. The damage started a chain reaction that went out of control. Pollution spilled into the air, the sea, the very soil. It was a green world like Felucia, once, but all I left behind me was toxic sludge. The forests of Callos would never regrow; no one would ever survive that chemical winter."<br /><br />Her voice is soft, by this point; her eyes haunted, and there's a bit too much light reflected in them, although she refuses to let those tears fall.<br /><br />"I destroyed an entire planet, Lute, and that's why I can't have any disregard for life. I'd never wanted that. I had no idea what we had done until after the fact. ''No idea''. An entire ''planet'', with species that would never be catalogued, and people simply living out their daily lives..."<br /><br />"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all of that on you." Her head bows, shaking slowly. "But the point is that I can't treat it with anything but care. I wouldn't dream of treating it carelessly. Every life is worthy; from the biggest rancor to the smallest insect. Everything has a place. Everything, and everyone, is important."<br> <br>

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:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> At this point? All Lute can really do is listen. It might be strange for many to even think, but Lute is amongst one of the most understanding members of the Confederacy. And, more and more, he's realizing something about Juno. There are usually two types of Confederates. Those who are there for their own goals, and those who are there through chance and circumstance and would chose something else otherwise. He's becoming fearful of which kind Juno might be. But, he can't really blame her. Ordering the death of an entire planet. While yes, there are often reasons he'd support such? Not supporting it weighs on a person. <br /><br /> And so, he does something. It's a bit risky, considering she hasn't had any proper training. In a situation like this, it'd be an incredible sign of trust. An incredible sign that he still thinks that she is a good person. <br /><br /> He tosses Joltik's Pokéball forward to Juno. Smiling. <br /><br /> "...Yeah. The Empire mindset doesn't really fit you, the more you tell. I'm ''assuming'' this ship isn't bugged or anything, or you'd definitely not be telling me this. Hell, probably one of the best advantages of having something that doesn't technically belong to them, huh? But yeah. I trust you to take care of it. I'll send the books your way. Keep them on this ship, preferably." <br /><br /> There is an ''incredibly'' determined look on Lute's face. Juno is his friend. It is one of the most natural bonds he has ever formed. Yes, he does regret it is not possible for it to go the romantic route. But at this point? Doesn't matter. If the Empire fucks with Juno? He'll be in their path. To him, that's even more important than the Empire and Confederates being connected, even if the Empire ''does'' have more resources. <br /><br /> "At the least, you make a damn fine Confederate, Juno." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> At this point? All Lute can really do is listen. It might be strange for many to even think, but Lute is amongst one of the most understanding members of the Confederacy. And, more and more, he's realizing something about Juno. There are usually two types of Confederates. Those who are there for their own goals, and those who are there through chance and circumstance and would chose something else otherwise. He's becoming fearful of which kind Juno might be. But, he can't really blame her. Ordering the death of an entire planet. While yes, there are often reasons he'd support such? Not supporting it weighs on a person. <br /><br /> And so, he does something. It's a bit risky, considering she hasn't had any proper training. In a situation like this, it'd be an incredible sign of trust. An incredible sign that he still thinks that she is a good person. <br /><br /> He tosses Joltik's Pokéball forward to Juno. Smiling. <br /><br /> "...Yeah. The Empire mindset doesn't really fit you, the more you tell. I'm ''assuming'' this ship isn't bugged or anything, or you'd definitely not be telling me this. Hell, probably one of the best advantages of having something that doesn't technically belong to them, huh? But yeah. I trust you to take care of it. I'll send the books your way. Keep them on this ship, preferably." <br /><br /> There is an ''incredibly'' determined look on Lute's face. Juno is his friend. It is one of the most natural bonds he has ever formed. Yes, he does regret it is not possible for it to go the romantic route. But at this point? Doesn't matter. If the Empire fucks with Juno? He'll be in their path. To him, that's even more important than the Empire and Confederates being connected, even if the Empire ''does'' have more resources. <br /><br /> "At the least, you make a damn fine Confederate, Juno." <br> <br>

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