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     ❝ how much’ya wanting  ?  she’s my kid so i want you t’look after her okay.  be gentle.  also i’m probably gonna sleep in there so just rap on the side when y’start working on her so i don’t accidentally shoot ya .❞     she’s not joking.  she is rather trigger happy when she wanted to be.  especially if she was just waking up.  this way there wouldn’t be any incidents since she wouldn’t want to her the younger.     ( even when she was in her apartments she had her gun under her pillow .  she could shoot it in her sleep with  varying  accuracy .  but she usually got them somewhere )  a sigh falls from her lips as she looks at him before perching herself on a bench.  this way she was out of his way and she could talk.  not that her feet could reach the floor.  it looked vaguely ridiculous.  

if helena was there she was sure that she would be made fun of.  it wasn’t her fault she was short.  and wearing high heeled boots wasn’t exactly the smartest idea when you were behind the wheel of a vehicle.  especially when that vehicle flew.  a blink at the cursing  ,  definitely not the worst she’s heard.  being in the army surrounded by guys would do that to you.  you became uncaring the things like bad language.  and more often than not she was just as bad as them.  especially  if she was made angry.        ❝ okay .  i may or may not have thought of that one .  got any ideas ?  but ya  gotta  promise she won’t be hurt .  as i said before .  she’s m’baby . ❞

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     ❝ I’LL BE ABLE to give you a better idea once I get a look at her. ❞ The naked pipes that wrapped around the outer walls of the garage began to shake with a weird symphony of sounds as someone turned on sink inside of the connecting office space. The clink and groan of heating && cooling metal, the rush of hydraulic surf. Noise intercepted by the off-beat drop of lower bumper bolts against the hard cement ground.

                    It isn’t until after he’s pried the warped grill off the Camry that he turns to look at her, eyes hidden in the shadows of a stubborn brow, a wide, angular mouth hitching up on one side. ❝ I’m sure I could figure something out. ❞ His smile flares with furtive amusement, && he reaches for a rag hanging from his belt to strip the sweat from his skin. ❝ Don’t worry, your ‘copter’s in good hands… ❞ He pauses then, considering. ❝ I’ve never fixed one before, but I’ve always been good with machines. If I can’t get it flying again soon I’ll give you a ride to where you need to go. Or at least to the airport that could take you there. ❞

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.