Arт Hαѕтнυr

❝ No... No, I won't - I will not open that door for you. ❞

Resistance Technician

Lɪᴛ/Dᴇsᴄ Sᴛᴀʀ Wᴀʀs oc

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❝ ᴳᵒˡᵈ ᵀʰʳᵉᵉ ⁻ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉᶰᵍᶤᶰᵉ ᶤˢ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳʰᵉᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍˑ ❞

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ʀᴛs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ﹗

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Got to admit, he is really skilled at it.

Feeling like he was getting nowhere, he sighed in defeat.

"Just -- be careful, okay?" https://t.co/hbEn7Cuil1

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@CirceMastasia "We have extremely capable leaders - so do the First Order, but ours have seen a lot. The General is an example."

Art's brow stayed in that position, his elbow moving to lean on the table.

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INTERNALLY SCREAMING

"Jesus, you're going to lose a finger if you miss-time that, Dameron." https://t.co/YgCmmNjBmw

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@TheOrdersFirst Curved around the battlefield.

Sooner or later, Hasthur would find himself face to face with one of the First Order troops.

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@TheOrdersFirst To a different area of hiding. A slightly higher wall this time, that offered far more protection from the continuous fire.

The only problem with his constant advance to new cover was that he was slowly getting closer and closer to the First Order troops as the walls -

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@TheOrdersFirst Red bolt soared over the short cover he was crouched behind. It seemed that the Stormtroopers had narrowed down on his location -- it was time to move again.

Art hoisted the radio straps so they were more secure up on his shoulders as he sidled down the wall -

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@CirceMastasia Art raised an eyebrow as the other seemed to let a sort of laugh past her lips. What was so funny?

"Hey, I mean it. You First Order lot -- always thinkin' you're gonna have it easy getting past us Rebels."

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@RenOfMandalore "Well obviously they knew what was right." Art sneered, arms tightening over his chest.

"I wonder what they'd say if they saw you now, huh?"

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|:| Shite it's late. Replies in the morning, you lovely lot!

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@RenOfMandalore Deep in his chest.

He -was- sitting opposite a Knight of Ren, after all.

"What do you want with me? What could I possibly have for you lot?" He said, crossing his arms and frowning towards the other.

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@RenOfMandalore Art's eyes never left the man that he sat across from, although the other didn't seem to do the same. It felt almost like they were in the opposite roles -- that Art was the captor, and the other was the prisoner. Well, it would have if Art didn't simmer with fear -

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@TheOrdersFirst Across the wall, keeping his head down as much as possible as he closed in on the portable radio set that had accompanied him into the battlefield. He needed to report back to the Captain that the First Order had finally made an appearance.

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@TheOrdersFirst They could get a shot off. The poor man had just poked his head up at the wrong time.

How many there were going to be, he didn't know. None of the did. But what they were all sure of was that there were barely enough of their own troops to fend them off.

Art shuffled -

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@TheOrdersFirst Held close to his chest, Hasthur peered over the crumbling wall of debris formed by a previous bombardment, eyes scanning the field for any armoured troopers advancing from the other side.

Once again, it wasn't long until he spotted one and picked them off before -

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@TheOrdersFirst Demand back on the base.

It wasn't long after the support got there that a stream of First Order troop carriers flooded into the atmosphere.

Now, Art wasn't the best with a blaster, but he could fire it with moderate accuracy -- that was enough.

With the weapon -

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@TheOrdersFirst A small band of Resistance troopers had been sent to aid those on Corellia. They were about to be part of a major battle, and their numbers were few and dwindling.

Art had joined this group, becoming the designated radio technician since the others were in high -

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"No, it's not!"

Take a breather Art. I know you're not used to communing with children.

"You might fall and hurt yourself if you keep runnin' around with that." https://t.co/Ch57fcPVYU

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NoT If HE cAn HeLP It!!

No, Art. You're Resistance, you don't kill people.

"What're you planning, kid? To stab me up?" https://t.co/1v4bx1ztJR

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Art is being sassed by a child. . .

T h i s i s n o t h i s d i v i s i o n .

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NOOO IT'S DEFINITELY NOT.

Dammit, sassy child.

"Hey -- I'm not -that- old! But that's besides the point!" https://t.co/0hA31cRWlt