We Could Rule Together (O/O, Closed!)

Winston's laugh was surprising, to say the least. But it wasn't out of humor. It was out of shock.

"You-….you got a sense of humor since the last time I saw you," he huffed out, bent over at the waist with a hand on his stomach. "That's-that's rich." After taking a second to recover, he straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face with his left hand. "Alright, for real. Why am I not dead?"

Halo had a look of disappointment and disapproval written on her face. A hint of anger was barely tradable.

Halo pushed herself off the desk and walked over to him. "You honestly don't believe me? That's hurtful." She looked into his eyes, and knowing he'd never believe her, pulled away and turned to leave. "Well, what's the point of keeping you alive if you don't believe me. Maybe the fact that I can convince you is enough. So you better start praying it is." She said before starting to open the door.

"Kill. Me. Now." His voice was hard and choppy devoid of all humor. "'Cause I know for certain that I will never join you."

He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

"How many people have you killed?" Winston asked, his face twisted with anger. "Can you even count them? Do you even care?…..No, I didn't think so. You never had someone who could stop you…until you found me. Now your scared, 'cause you met someone you could kill on your own." He let go of her shoulder and walked back over to the bed, sitting down and staring at his boots.

Her eyes followed him, and she wished she herself could. But knowing he's either run, or push her away she stayed where she was. Halo turned back and faced the door taking in a deep heavy breath. "I'm not scared. I'm terrified by what comes to visit me in my dreams. Always the same horrors. I'm stuck in this life, and hoped that maybe one day someone would be there. Someone I could trust. But those dreams are crushed, and now I'm stuck with no hope left for someone to comfort me." She paused and ran her sentences through her head. It was too late to take them back, and her face grew warm.

"I'll tell the troopers to have you brought to the prison containment cells." Her last words left an echo as she walked out and head to her own quarters.

"Have a nice dream!" he shouted after her as the stormtroopers dragged him out of the room and toward the prison cells, the mock enthusiasm in his voice dripping with sarcasm. "See you in the morning!"

"Shut up, scum," one of the stormtroopers said, and smashed the blaster rifle he was carrying over Winston's head. The loud crack! traveled all the way down the hall to Halo, along with the young man's grunt of pain.

Halo gritted her teeth and blinked back the tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't turn back now, she would have to deal with them later. For now she had other things to do. "You- where is the commander?" She asked one of the troopers marching by. "I need to speak with him."

"He's in his quarter's, ma'am," the soldier said, saluting her as soon as she started speaking. "Going over plans for the next raid."

Winston was thrown into the jail cell roughly, landing on his shoulder with a loud grunt.

"You make a sound and we'll throw you into the trash compactor," his guard said, then slammed the pressurized door shut.

"Kind fella," Winston mumbled, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up.

'I'm terrified by what comes to visit me in my dreams. Always the same horrors. I'm stuck in this life, and hoped that maybe one day someone would be there. Someone I could trust. But those dreams are crushed, and now I'm stuck with no hope left for someone to comfort me.' He didn't pity her, did he? Why would he? He was the one who's life was ruined. He was the one who lost everything he had because of her. She was the one who took his hand. She had fucked him over 6 ways to Endor, so why the hell was he feeling guilty?

"Hey, asshats!" Winston shouted, banging against the metal walls with his left hand. "Get Halo for me, or I swear to God I'mma go apeshit!"

The troopers froze unsure what to do. They both shrugged, and one of them talked into their helmet. "The prisoner wants to see Lord Halo. We don't know why." She said over the communication system.

Halo nodded and made her way to the commander's quarters. She was trying to loose the troopers, not wanting them to hear what she was about to say. Picking up her pace she came to the door leading into his quarters and banged on it. "Commander. I need to speak with you."

(Bump?)

(I'm back! Sorry, spen Christmas with m family, so I stayed off of notebook. I saw the movie as well, and decided that I want to remake this win a different character. Would that be too much trouble?)

(You're fine! I completely understand! And I don't mind, though I'll probably use the same character lol)

(Your character was perfect, it was mine that sucked)

(Pfft sure, she wasn't the best there was though. And I did like Winston! Though if you feel like changing him out, we can reset.)(I can grab the template from before if you'd like!)

(That would be great, although I'm at an airport rn. I'll remake Winston when I get home)

(That's totally fine! I understand, if you need a few days, take them. I was honestly just wondering if you were OK)

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(Oh, yeah, I'm fine)

(Lol, good! Hope you had a good time with family!)

Name: Winston Locke

Gender: Male

Age: 22 (?)

Race: White

Personality: He is a joker by nature, even in situations where his life is in danger. He's most comfortable when smiling and often is seen with an alcoholic beverage in hand. He has zero clue he can use the Force.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he slicks back every morning with gel, but it will often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin is naturally tan, even during the winter. His jawline is almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning. His left hand has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic after getting into a fight with a Tusken Raider. He wears a glove at all time to hide it. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side

Attire: The light blue blazer, along with the matching linen pants and spit-shined black dress shoes. When causal, he typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple boots.

Weapon of Choice: A280 Blaster Rifle

Languages spoken: Um….name them, he can speak it

Family: None

Home Planet: Corellia

Backstory: (I'll reveal it in the roleplay, I swear)

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Pain. That's what greeted Winston when he woke up. A deep, burning pain coming from his left side, almost like it was coming from beneath his skin. The last thing he remembered last night was taking his 15th shot and playfully smacking the back of a Wookie's head. Shit, what did he do this time?

The home he was in was hot and barren, with literally no moisture in the air at all. The walls seemed to be hastily built out of some sort of sandstone, all uneven and rough. Everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, even the blanket he was under. And, sadly, his entire mouth, since he was a mouth breather in his sleep. A single glass window placed in just the right spot to let the sunlight fall onto his face did its job perfectly. So, to sum up his morning in one word was shitty.

What really woke him up was the woman sitting across from him. She had really blonde hair. Almost white. It was pulled back into a tight, efficient ponytail, not even a hair escaping the grasp of her hair tie. Or maybe she tied it back with wire. She had the style that would match it. Her eyes were glazed over and….terrifying. Like she was staring right through him. His eyes traveled down to her hip, where two lightsaber hilts hung. That, combined with the all-black outfit, made his morning even worse than it already was. If it was even possible. A god damn SIth long. The fuck did I do?

"Well……fuck," he said, sitting up despite how badly it hurt. I'm about to die. "You, uh…..forgot to knock."

(Y'know the whole thing where they see each other without actually being there? That's what is happening)

(Ahhhh OK)

Halo glared at him, standing up. "I don't believe I did. I really don't want to be here right now." She responded walking over to him with a tight frown. "You look miserable, and you have looked better. That's not saying much." She muttered sharply.
"So where are you? If you don't mind me asking. You obviously know I can't see your surroundings." Halo clicked her tongue walking around the room in circles. She wasn't sure why she was here, but she was given a chance to find him. So she was going to take it.

"Um……can I ask a question?" he asked, putting a hand on his side as he slid off of the bed. His rifle laid on a table, directly behind Halo. No way in hell was he about to get to it without getting cut in half. Shit, this had to happen right after he got shot. "Why in all hell would I tell you where I am? I have to use my toes to count the amount of times you've tried to kill me. And if now is one of those times, I'd have to add my nose to the equation."

“Well, I thought I’d give it a shot.” She sighed unhilting her saber. “It’s always the same with you though. I ask, you Deny, I still manage to find you. What else did you expect Locke?” Halo asked with a tight face. “Though I’d rather capture you, and keep you alive for a little while longer.” She muttered stepping backwards a bit. “You should take that as a good sign.” Flipping her saber on, she watched it carefully. “Am I right?”

"I find it hard to trust anything you say, if I'm honest," he admitted, backing up into the wall behind him. This was literally the worse spot to have a fight. Confined space meant his rifle was almost useless (if he could even get to it,) she could catch him with the lightsaber from almost anyplace he went, and he was hurting. "Why even waste the time to capture me if you can kill me right here? What about me is so damn important that you're willing to chase me across the entire fucking galaxy?"

She watched him, feeling like he was trying to do something. Halo wasn't sure what exactly, but what kind of moron backs himself into a wall while the other is holding a lightsaber? "I have my reasons. Especially since it's quite not the same." She flipped it off again, mostly just fiddling with it. "I'm not really here, so it feels wrong to strike you down. And besides, it's unfair for you, you don't even own a lightsaber to my knowledge. If you did, you're an idiot for not using it." She hissed through her teeth.

"Never was good with swords," he admitted, suddenly springing off of the wall. His side seared with pain, but he'd worry about that once he was safely away from the Sith Lord. One would expect him to run straight for the door, but Winston charged right into Halo, lowering his shoulder and slammed it into her stomach. It sent her crashing into the wall behind her, where a home sign fell off of a shelf and landed in her lap. It read, "Loved my time in Tatooine!"

Winston paid no mind to any of this, snatching up his gun and hustling straight to the door and slipping out of the home. His shoes and the rest of his supplies were in the home still, but he was safer just getting to his ship and taking off than going back for them. Now….where the hell was his ship?

"Is that-" She wasn't even able to finish her sentence as she saw him running at her. Nothing could be done, it was too late. She felt herself slam into the wall after her slammed himself into her. She groaned in pain, holding her gut when a sign fell into her lap. Gritting her teeth, she looked at it, feeling a little better about this whole thing. She knew where he was now.

Standing up, she held her head (which had taken a lot of the impact) and set her saber on a table near by. "I need to speak with the commander." Halo spat over the communicator. "Now."

"Commander is in the middle of a battalion inspection, Lord," a fuzzy voice responded back. The Stormtrooper helmets mixed with the comm's interference made it almost impossible to understand what someone was saying, "She asks how urgent is the need to see her?"

Ah. The hunk of junk was off about 500 meters from the hut, seeming to be intact. Thank god the Jawas haven't gotten to it yet. Winston limped forward, a hand over the bandage wrapped around his waist as he held the gun in his other hand.

“Very urgent. You know what, just send the command fleet to Tatooine. We have to get the immediately.” Halo spat over the communicator, still holding her head. It was searing with pain, her gut didn’t feel much better either. “My orders, I’ll explain my actions to the commander later.”