Thread: OF EMERALD & HOPE: A Star Wars Saga [HopefulRebel x Temptationist]

Rising from the water , I dipped my head back to take a breath in. Arching my back, the curve of my physique became especially prominent. Using both my hands, I ran my fingers over my head and through my hair, wiping the water droplets that fell from my face. My wet hair stuck to my neck and back, still dripping wet. My eyes were to their normal state, but they still possessed the sultry look that they had developed earlier. Looking over to you as you mutter, mumbled and complained, I couldn't help but smile and watch as you stripped down to bare minimal clothing. I know. I confessed, knowing full well that your attire was grossly inappropriate for a mid-day dunk, let alone near-drowning. I held back a chuckle, but was unsuccessful in keeping the humming of my soft laughter trapped behind my lips. The corners of my mouth pulled from each side to curl into a devious, but flirtatious, grin as I moved towards the bedrock. My hips rocked as I took steps out of the water, swaying from side to side as I climbed effortlessly to the rocky shoreline. As you turned to face me, I was ever so close to you again the concept of personal space clearly distorted among our people. So serious . I furrowed my brows looking at you. Has General Organa sent you here because she was bored of you? There was a cunning expression on my face - it was definitely a blatant insult, implying that you were boring, and perhaps incapable of anything fun. Hmmm. I purred lightly, finding myself to be incredibly amusing. I have you precisely where I want you, Dameron. Pausing as I leaned closer to you, my eyes traveled up and down your figure before turning away completely. There was a soft giggling that escaped my lips as I walked away. You humans are all the same. You view the world, the galaxy - in black and white . Despite speaking, my back was to you. I continued forward, towards the opening beyond the mass cobble columns. -Good vs. Evil. Despite being barefoot in an ocean of sharp rock formations, I moved seamlessly and quickly through the maze of cave - knowing each safe step without so much as looking at my feet. -Jedi vs. Sith. Pausing as I came to the edge of the water, I stopped at a fern bush and tenderly brushed my fingers over it. Have you ever stopped to see the color, Commander? Taking your hand in mine, I guided it to the fern, which looked sharp and unfriendly. But as I forced your fingertips to brush over it - it was just the opposite. It's fuzzy texture was extraordinarily soft, and the oils on the leaves left a resonating feeling on your fingers it was medicinal, seeping in to your pores. Do you know it even exists? Releasing your hand, I took a step back. Raising my arm and hand out, I gestured for something behind you. As you would turn around, you would find a virtual graveyard of Old Republic starfighters . Jedi Order ships rusted and hardened with age - having been abandoned hundreds of years ago. The symbol of ancient Jedi painted on the front and sides of each ship. You are not the first of your kind to travel to Kaspia. Raising my brow slightly, I searched your expression to capture your reaction. And you will not be the last . Eluding to an alliance, I roamed the wreckage of relic ships as I traversed further out of the maze. The sound of falling water became louder with each step. Only a few more steps way, behind a wide pillar of rock, was a sight unlike no other. Welcome, Commander. I waved over, my toes curling to the edge of the cave as I neared a dip in terrain. The City of Rebellion . I tipped my chin down, nodding in agreement to your proposal. Your city, Dameron. For miles and miles, the ruins of an old Jedi colony remain intact and untouched. Bridges connected housing units, air bases, and other operational headquarters to form a unified city one that sprawled over the beautiful scapes of Kaspian waters.