A Crash of Fate

What's the point of racing around the galaxy if you aren't going to have fun?

Fight for your family,” she said. She could not tell him what to believe in, but that was one thing she was sure of. “The ones who are blood and the ones who choose you.

Sometimes heading in the right direction required taking a few steps backward.

You must always know your roots if you are to know how sturdy the tree will grow.

You have to learn to love your own company. That way you’re never alone,

Jules had said that people should choose which parts of their parents to keep. She started the launch sequence and thought that she would take the good and bad over and over again if it meant keeping them forever.

When she’d been a girl, her mother had always slept with her blaster beneath her pillow, and when Izzy had asked why, she’d said, “The same reason you sleep with your stuffed bantha, darling.

This is Deejay Ar-three-ex spinning the galaxy’s latest hits. Here is ‘Black Spire Harvest’ by Mus Kat & Nalpak, playing at Oga’s Cantina tonight only.

Trust is a skill, and if you only have it in yourself then you aren’t even trying.

In all the time she’d spent trying to reinvent herself, to find where exactly she belonged, why hadn’t she considered that she could get a second chance, too?

Jules knew that nothing was ever too broken to fix or too old to be repurposed. Like many things, and even people, on Batuu, there was always another life to live.

The Force does move us together and apart as it needs to.

Love was a vulnerability.

If only cities were as easy for her to maneuver as infinite space.

Anger was the hardest thing to let go of, other than love.

She dragged out the moment and let herself sink into the easy comfort of his presence. He evoked soft, beautiful edges. She felt like blaster fire and chaos, even if the chaos was all in her head.