Every Story I Have Writen

When I Tried to Write a Star Wars Fanfic. . .

As you can see, I am not fit for writing about Star Wars, let alone Rogue One. I wrote like a paragraph and a half. Like seriously. Why did I do this?? MY COVER EDITING. LOOOOOL LOOK AT HIS CHONKEY EAR! And the way her hair gets cut off lol. I could do so much better now.

Orson Krennic stalked along the corridor away from Tarkin, lost in thought. His footsteps echoed as he blindly prowled through the maze of passages he knew so well. He suddenly stopped outside a door, not realizing where his feet had taken him. But of course he had come this way. He quietly opened the door to see two people sitting on both sides of a desk. One he knew well, and one he didn't.

God, when I had my Krennic phase. 👀😓

The woman sitting behind the desk was saying, "I just don't understand what we would gain in rushing into a fight. We must wait until the weapon is finished." As she finished, she looked up and smiled as she saw Orson. Her smile vanished however, when she saw Orson's expression. Anger was written across his face as he glared at the senator and motioned towards the door. The man swiftly got up, shook hands with the woman behind the desk, and left the room, closing the door behind him. The woman, Cosmina Kaelin, smiled as she motioned for him to sit down in the now vacant chair across from her.

Oh my goose, it's the girl I decided to give the last name Kaelin to. Fun fact, that's the last name of the teacher I simped for in 8th grade. Hooray!

Orson glared at her and she sighed. "What have you done now?" She asked, a small amount of annoyance in her voice.
His reply came out in a growl, "what have I done? Cosmina you're smarter than that."

Cosmina sighed again, burying her face in her hands. "Tell me what's wrong." She demanded,

Um... TF why is she burying her face in her hands?

"Tarkin. He... Just- Cosmina please!" He walked around the desk and yanked his wife out of her chair, pulling her close to him and rapping his arms around her, burying his head in her neck.

Why did I used to make them married? Why did I even post this? This is 300 words.