Shima's Response? BRIGHT LIGHTS IN A JUNGLE FULL OF DROIDS?? - Tumblr Posts

She stared back unflinching in her helpful attempt. She kept his eye on him as he applied the medicine, making sure he didn’t hide it away. Only when it was all used up was she satisfied. Sev as it turned out, was one tough nut to crack, that she can only assume was because of the lack of emotional care up until he met her in this jungle.

Her eyes lit up at the sudden voice from seemingly out of nowhere. She scootched closer to listen to the voice. Was it one of Sev’s? A clone trooper like him? She wondered if he would look the same like Sev or if Sev looked like Fi?

She rustles in her bag, only to pull out two large flares. Using her talons, she popped the tops of, they hiss a bright red smoke as she stands up and holds them high.

“Depends can you guys see this smoke?” She shouts over the comms.

Sev, ever the Commando, is servicing his gun in the jungle of Kashyyyk of all places, trying not to think about having no idea what his next move is, when he hears the snapping underbrush coming towards him; he doesn’t know who it is, but the lack of Wookie noises isn’t comforting him, and he’s leaning towards the likelihood of his visitor being Droids as he quickly reassembles the blaster rifle, scopes it, and aims at the oncoming sounds.

he’s stranded here, no Republic forces remaining on planet, and uncertain of the outcome of the Battle thus far, having stayed in the woods since his being left behind by his squadmates- so he knows he’s got nothing but the fight in his bones and his wits to keep himself safe. however, luckily, he’s got plenty of both of those in his favor...

breath holds in his chest, a mausoleum of ribs and red-stained armor- he stills his finger against the trigger and squints through the visor that synchs to his sniper-scope, waiting for the indication of whether to fire or hold to explode through the bushes ahead...

sweat slides, all tickling droplets, down his hot skin under his plastoid armor, but he doesn’t waver, and doesn’t speak- his deep, snarling, gravelly voice would only serve to reveal his location, and that would not do until he’s sure of who- or what- is coming through the jungle as he waits there in the clearing.