#TIE Fighter Pilot OC

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Flight lieutenant Axis Relle (they/she)

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resting sad face is a feature of my ocs it seems. Kiran in her tie fighter pilot uniform !!!!!

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Ashley "Smokey" Woods

Images by @/nintieswomen, @/behadxd, @/hxrrera.

Basic Information

Other name(s): Ash

Citizenship: US

Language(s): English, Spanish, Russian

Place of Birth: [redacted].

Date of Birth: 17/08/1983

Occupation: US Navy Fighter Pilot

Status: Alive

Physical Appearance

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black brown

Skin: Beige, warm undertone

Tattoo(s): Right arm, from shoulder tip spanning over upper arm and ending at the elbow. A phoenix, consumed by flames, ash and smoke.

Scar(s): none, yet.

Face Claim: Jennifer Connelly

Description: Ashley, in her down time, can be found wearing a combination of the following types of clothing: straight, mom or slim jeans, plain coloured short and long sleeved shirts, flannel shirts (got that style from her dad), leather jacket, heavy fur lined winter coat, sneakers or boots.

She got into the habit of wearing non-branded clothes throughout her teens, picked up from her mother; the only item of clothing she own that has any sort of picture/brand on it is a baseball cap.

Her features are an even balance between her mother and father, her eye shape resembles that of Jodie, whereas the colour is an exact match of Frank's. She has the same nose as her mother, too. Although, most people say she looks more like Frank, until she then stands next to Jodie. Then when she stands in the middle of her parents, people can't decide which on she resembles more.

However, most faces she pulls, the facial gestures, are very much Frank. You can definitely tell she is her father's daughter, lol.

Ashley's hair is very straight, black-brown in colour like Frank's and it straight cut at her shoulders with a middle parting. She keeps it long enough that she can comfortably tie it back without any strays falling into her face.

Personality

Like(s): adrenaline rushes, flying, tinkering with cars/bikes, taking things apart and putting them back together again, puzzles, rollercoasters, riding her motorcycle, adventure, pizza, coffee (like her mum), teasing/banter with her dad

Dislike(s): bullies, people who abuse their authority in order to cause harm to others, being underestimated, people making assumptions about her based on her parents, tea, certain kinds of bugs (centipedes will freak her out), scratchy tags in clothing, arguments without a point/baseless accusations, bland tasting foods

Strength(s): loyal to a fault, fast thinker, calm under pressure, witty, funny, cares deeply, tactically intelligent, diligent, meticulous, takes no shit, will stand up for herself and others, defends the little guy

Weakness(es): can be blunt sometimes, doesn't work well with new people easily it takes her time to warm up to new additions to teams, can sometimes seem like she prefers working alone/with a small group, can get annoyed easily when someone messes with her routine in a big way, can sometimes let her anger get the better of her, can sometimes be a little impulsive.

Relationships

Parent(s): Frank and Jodie Woods, Aleksandra (@alypink's OC) and Russel Adler

Sibling(s): Marynee, Heather, Victoria Adler (alypink's OCs), David Mason (kinda views him as a brother, given he basically gets adopted by Frank and Jodie).

Spouse(s): Russel Adler Jr (@alypink's OC)

Children: Benjamin (eldest son), Corbin and Leon (twin brothers), Angélica (daughter).

Biography

Ashley was born in 1983 to Frank Woods and Jodie Hall, who would then later marry to become Mr and Mrs Woods. Her childhood wasn't without its challenges, though it was the best that both of her parents could offer given their line of work and the dangers they faced. Ashley cannot really remember ever wanting for anything.

Though her memories are not great surrounding this, she knows that there was a time during her childhood that she had to be heavily protected, though she was never made privy as to why. Jodie always said that it didn't matter, that it was over with, and there was no need to worry about that anymore. Ashley was always curious throughout her teens of the subject, but Jodie would often ask her to stop. It's only when she's older that Jodie and Frank explain about Jodie's past and a man named Keith.

When old enough, Ashley had made the decision that she wanted to follow in the footsteps of her parents and pursue a career in the military and spent a lot of time weighing up her options; initially, she was met with both of her parents trying their best to convince her to choose something else to do with her life, but she was dead set on it. Jodie relented first, Frank did so later. Both knew she would only do as she wished anyway. Once Ashley had looked into all possibilities, she had settled on wishing to join the Navy, the interest sparked after David had joined. Given that she had a lifelong interest in aviation, planes and fighter jets, Ashley knew where her path within the Navy would take her. Her aim was to become a fighter pilot (maybe she also saw Top Gun, which made the job look even cooler when she was a teen).

The path to becoming a Navy fighter pilot was long, arduous but definitely worth it. She gained a degree in engineering, then moved through the required training. It may have taken her years, but those years were spent going through regimented, gruelling training to become a well-rounded, adaptable, skilled fighter pilot.

Later on in her career, she goes through more training to become an instructor, teaching the next generation of pilots.

Divider Credit: me.

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Family Bio. And AU

Grandmother became a Sith and Ve’sira Married Dooku

Qui Gon Jin married Mei’Li mother to Raven.

Obi-Wan Kenobi married a girl name Raven

Who had a daughter name Luna

Luna fell in love with the Anakin

Raven had another daughter Tha’lia oldest that Married Darth Maul and Savage and had three children.

Thessea is the youngest and married Badbatch

Oc married Cikatro Vizago

Nivora eldest daughter

Rilora middle daughter

Zaylen son

Raven had one more daughter Shayla that middlest that married Captain Rex.

But Padme was in the way.

Alternate universe Luna fell in love with Anakin and had a daughter named, Anika

Anika married director Orson Krennic

They had two daughters

Layla was married to Tie fighter pilot / sith lord.

Nora is married to Bobafett

Raven of granddarth Vader was married to Kylo Ren and General Armitage Hux

Not related to Anakin/Vader

Jasmine is married to Jango Fett

Had a daughter and son. Omega later on.

Rey known as Kira is Kylo Ren’s aunt.

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Suffering is endless - Bode Akuna x OC

Everything had gone to shit. The twins were dead. Gabs was dead. Bravo was wounded. And here she was, strapped in in the Mantis, holding on for dear life as Cal navigated a tunnel to the surface with Bravo and Bode close behind.

“Hope that's the last of them,” she heard Bravo over the coms. “I'm not a fan of long goodbyes.”

Raizda and Cal dared to share a look, silently agreeing with him. Drawn out goodbyes were one hell of a hurdle.

“More coming!” Bode was soon heard to report, “I'll peel off, draw a few away.”

“Thanks, Bode. Good luck.” Cal barely took his eyes off the opening, but she could see that he was worried. And she knew him well enough to recognize the guilt that rested on his tense shoulders. Guilt that wasn't his to bear.

“You too, guys.” Bode replied, “See you soon.”

Raizda couldn't help but to feel her heart sink at jetpack's words. How likely was it that they would actually make it out alive? Bode was fighting three TIE fighters, alone. It was her and Cal in the Mantis, with no weapons, and only Bravo as a means to escape. The odds were firmly stacked against them.

“I can't shake them!”

She could hear the panic starting to creep into Bravo's voice and she wished she was the one flying it instead. Not because she was a better pilot, because she wasn't, but because then at least he would be able to report back to Saw.

“Hold on.” Cal replied with his usual calm demeanor, gestured at her to hold on tight and then flew the Mantis sideways - smashing into the fighters dogging them.

“That's one way to do it,” Bravo mused.

“Learned that move from you.” Cal replied with a smile, looking at her to make sure she was okay. When she nodded, he turned his attention back to the tunnel. “There's our exit. We're almost there!”

Raizda barely noticed how her grip on armrests tightened until she felt her fingers going stiff. They were so close now. So close to making it out and the panic rising in her chest was stifling.

“More coming in from the surface!”

“And on our tail. We're trapped.”

“Cal?” Raizda looked at her friend, realizing that he was feeling the same thing as her. That he was as worried as her. “What -”

“Shield's down!” Bravo cut her off, panic lacing his voice. “We're almost - - Gah!”

“Bravo!” The cry that left Raizda was more wail than shout and it felt as if the air was knocked out of her.

The explosion lit up the Mantis’ cockpit and the orange light was a deadly reminder that nobody was guaranteed to live.

Cal finally broke the surface and instantly activated FTL. When the familiar blue light surrounded the ship, Cal let go of the steering and looked at BD.

“We took some hits back there,” he said. “You mind running diagnostics while I transfer the data?”

The little droid beeped affirmatively and hurried towards the holodeck, but Cal didn't move. He just turned his chair towards her, slowly rubbing his hands along his thighs. It was evident that he was hurting, but that he didn't wish to impose his feelings on her - as he knew she was hurting too.

Cal then stood, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. “I will miss them too!”

“I know.”

He then hugged her tightly, despite the harsh angles of her armor. “Go rest,” he said as they broke apart. “I'll send the intel and try to find a place to land.”

She only nodded, swallowing her sorrow. Squeezing his hand she gave him a tired smile and walked out of the cockpit. She patted BD gently on its head as she passed, but ignored its sad boops.

As she laid down on the bunk, familiar faces danced before her eyes as she slowly drifted off to restless sleep.

[keldabae]

Excuse me while I dump all of my Tales of the Empire thoughts here. I’m not tagging it because this is just me ranting so my loved ones don’t have to listen to it. Not here to ruin anyone else’s good time. Proceed with caution under the cut.

I found Tales of the Empire to be some seriously gorgeous animation with very lackluster writing. It did a lot of the same things as Tales of the Jedi in that it more follows two characters on the outskirts rather than showing us more about the faction and how it’s shapes these people. The problem for me, I think, is that neither Morgan nor Barriss were strong enough characters to carry a story with such loose structure. We knew way more about Dooku and Ahsoka, so jumping around to singular points in their journeys didn’t hurt as much. We could still understand the impact everything was having.

I do not understand Morgan Elsbeth any better than I did after seeing her in Mandalorian and Ahsoka. Why did her tattoos fade but Merrin’s didn’t? Does that mean anything? Why would she, a woman apparently driven by anger and revenge alone, create a type of TIE meant to keep pilots alive? Are we supposed to believe she cares about the pilots? The long-term morale among the ranks? She’s a magistrate, which seems to mean she’s a city or planetary leader on Corvus. I get that she’s an engineer but a she’s also a civilian who sees her own people as disposable so why is she making something as tactical as a TIE with shields? If she’s somehow just a genius at starships then why the hell did Thrawn leave her on Corvus to bully a bunch of factory workers instead of putting her to work doing more of that design shit? I don’t know what about helping the Empire will soothe her, or why she thinks it will soothe her. I don’t know who she wants revenge against. Grievous is dead. Does she want revenge against the whole galaxy? That’s fair enough and I’ll accept it but it has to be made clear that that’s what we’re working with because that’s all we get for motivation. But again, if that’s the case, why does she design a safer TIE? Why wouldn’t this very angry character instead create something with crippling power or some devastating effect?

Then there’s the whole issue of Filoni basically taking Thrawn’s major storyline, or at least the inception of it, and handing it to one of his OCs. In just a few seconds of screen time he just breaks so much. We know Thrawn created the TIE Defender. We saw him fighting for its funding in both Rebels and Treason. Also, resources for the TIE Defender project played a major part in the final Rebels arc and now we find he didn’t need to use that planet? If he had a backup planet where an ally has already subjugated the population where he could get the same resources, why the fuck didn’t he use it? Or a planet from the entire LIST of resource-rich planets he’s known about since back when he was an Admiral? Sure he’s confident in his ability to handle rebels but why would he decide to put all his eggs in one basket when the basket is absolutely not secure and is under constant fire? He’s still fighting for funding for this thing against Krennic, and apparently he could have just built the factory on Corvus and let Morgan handle it while he dealt with Lothal for Pryce? That suggests that Thrawn is an idiot who decided to use a volatile planet frequented by two Jedi as the hub of his endangered pet project for the flex.

While I’m complaining about canon barely clinging to existence, it makes perfect sense for Thrawn to create the TIE Defender because he’s a tactician. He lives and breathes space warfare. He understands the way the rebels are fighting and how to meet them on their own ground. What’s more, we’ve seen an in-depth look at his culture. The Chiss keep the military and political forums largely separate (and they turn down an ugly path when that begins to change). The Chiss military does not believe in wasting resources, especially their warriors. A TIE Fighter that would allow for an elite squadron of pilots who could survive many missions, get very good at hunting rebels, and use their same brand of mobile warfare is absolutely something a Chiss military genius would design. Zahn puts in endless work to tell us who his characters are and why they do what they do and he’s very careful to keep the canon in tact and I’m so tired of Filoni just ransacking it.

Barriss came off a little better since her story didn’t really branch into any other canon. I personally never liked the Wrong Jedi character arc in Clone Wars. She wasn’t fleshed out enough first and we only got to see her in one prior arc. I’m fine with a Jedi being disillusioned and even turning traitor on the Order. I just want to know why. That being said, I loved Barriss as a character and I dearly wanted her story to make more sense, so I was super excited to get her back and see more. I was really hoping for an origin episode like everyone else has gotten, to see her as a Jedi slowly losing her way. We could have seen her distancing from Luminara, questioning the Jedi’s increasing role as warriors, or her friendship with Lyn to drive home why she fought so hard to save her in the end. But instead we see her become an Inquisitor and then abandon it on what seems like was probably her first mission.

Barriss still thinks and acts like a Jedi. The Inquisitors put in almost no work to indoctrinate her. Did they think they didn’t need to since she left the Order? She was a teenage idealist and they thought that the barest level of training would make her cool with slaughtering a village? She doesn’t have to come to terms with anything, she doesn’t struggle to get herself back to the Light, she never even does anything questionable in this show save for killing a peer in a life-or-death fight they were forced into. It’s the same problem I had with the Wrong Jedi arc— I don’t know why Barriss used such an extreme and violent form of protest. And I don’t think the writers know either because she becomes an Inquisitor without ever coming across as a character who would plant a bomb, kill both civilians and people she knew, and then blame a friend for it, much less slaughter innocent people. Instead she comes across as so naive to the actual job of an Inquisitor that I don’t know why her boss was even sending her on missions yet.

3 15-minute segments that are essentially single events in these characters lives are simply not enough to be fulfilling if they weren’t fully fleshed characters to begin with. I started the show knowing nothing about why Morgan does what she does, why she’s so dedicated to Thrawn, and what role being a Nightsister even plays in her life since originally we didn’t even know she was one. I started the show with very little idea why Barriss was driven to bomb the Jedi temple, what kind of headspace she’s been living in since then, what her life in Imperial prison is like, and the toll that being an Inquisitor would take on her. I didn’t get answers to any of that. And when there were so many stories they could have told, both for Morgan and Barriss and a ton of other Imperial characters, it feels like a waste and I’m a little frustrated.

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Fire Meet Gasoline (excerpt)

Poe dameron x solo!oc

Summary: Hope Solo is rogue and searching for the Millenium Falcon having run away from the Resistance when she has a chance encounter with Poe Dameron.

Warnings/Tags: cursing, flirting, ego's. R2 being a menace.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: first few chapters will be uploaded very soon, here's an excerpt. This takes place just before Before the Awakening, so roughly 31/32 ABY, Hope's twenty, Poe's twenty nine.

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The N-1's controls are engrained into my memory from my training on Naboo, although I had become quite fond of my x-wing that no doubt still resides on D'qar. That better still be there and waiting for me. The thought of going back fills me with dread but I know inevitably I will have to face Mom, but today is not that day. I like to think Dad would be proud of me if I could tell him that by the age of twenty I'd become a quadruple ace, even if those kills were achieved with contracts like these instead of with the Resistance.

"Here we go R2, you see them?" I say, eyeing a group of tie's coming out from behind one of the moons. "This is where the fun begins."

Even if he pretends to be worried for the sake of my self preservation, coding specifically installed by Luke when he was given to me to override his loyalty programming to keep me from getting myself killed, I know he loves this almost as much as I do. 

"It's just target practice R2," I tell him as I prepare to ambush, liking to take a moment to see if the First Order's botherered to make any modifications to their tie's with the amount I've been taking out, but it seems they're happy to keep sending them out as canon fodder. "Let's see, take them out in the open or herd them into that asteroid belt?"

He agrees with the asteroid belt, and so do I. Tie's aren't as nimble as a Naboo starfighter.

"I count eight, should be easy pickings," I say and prepare for attack. "Let's get em."

I debate strategy as I come up behind them to ambush, my instincts tell me now might not be the time to play around and I have the nagging feeling there's more where these eight have come from and so instead of taking my time I fire the proton torpedo I've been itching to use right into the centre of their formation. The shot takes out the tie's in the centre with the exception of the flanking ships that scatter at the blast and sure enough another formation comes up behind me from one of the moons as the asteroid belt comes into sight.

This just got slightly more dangerous now that they're the one's trying to push me into the asteroid belt but only slightly.

After taking out the flanking ships I cut the engines and pull up hard a fraction of a second later in the same manouvre that once got me suspended from the Naboo starfighter corps for even attempting in atmosphere, space being a little trickier but manageable, the nose of my ship slamming upwards to slow the acceleration of my fighter so the tie's behind me overshoot, counting ten in total that head straight past me for the asteroid belt, finding myself surprised by the amount they have to spare, at least the amount I'll get paid will more than cover the cost to replace the torpedo.

Now to scatter them and pick them off.

"Alright R2, fire up those engines for me," I say and a second later they come back roaring as I roll the N-1 before slamming the nose down again and shoot forward to herd the second formation into the asteroid belt, grinning as I follow after the scattering ties, maneuvering the belt with ease and by the time I exit the tie's are either destroyed by my laser canons or their own shitty piloting. The First Order clearly don't have the instructors the Empire did. But in the heat of the moment I failed to see the x-wing that had followed me into and now out of the belt and my heart stops temporarily at the realisation I didn't see it, a mistake that could have me dead if it was a First Order ship.

"The hell?" I whisper at the sight once I recover from the momentary shock. "The Republic shouldn't be out here..." It's then I take in the model of the X-wing and realise it's a T-70. It's a Resistance X-Wing. "Fuck." R2 beeps at me and I remind him "Who taught me to curse R2? I'd settle somewhere between you and Mom and if she's sent a fighter after me... no- no, she has no idea where I am."

At least I hope not.

A transmission comes through the radio as R2 beeps a snarky reply at me, a man's voice interrupting him. "Naboo starfighter identify yourself."

R2 feels the need to point out it's the Resistance, not so kindly suggesting we should follow them home. I never knew a droids patience could wear thin but R2 may just be getting too old to deal with Skywalker bullshit. 

"Yes R2 I'm aware it's a Resistance X-Wing," I say before answering the transmission and replying to the pilot. "No, I don't think I will."

He doesn't seem to like that answer, but plays along. "Before you get cocky are you aware you were just ambushed by a squadron of Tie Fighters belonging to the First Order and that I came to assist?"

He hasn't identified himself as Resistance which mean's he's impersonating a New Republic officer by ordering me to identify myself, most pilots wouldn't pick up on the difference between x-wing models, but I know better. 

"I was the one ambushing them," I grin, a little smug I'd taken them out before he could even get a shot, finding his voice unfamiliar which means he's a new pilot who wouldn't know mine. "I'd thank you for your assistance but you were a little late."

His fighter pulls up beside mine and I make out a grin beneath his helmet as he says "It's a shame, I thought this patrol was about to get interesting."

"I didn't think New Republic pilots were allowed to engage," I say since he's failed to identify himself and I want to see how long he keeps this ruse up, but I can't help but like what I see and tease. "Am I under arrest officer?"

I hear him laugh and look back over to study his face as best I can, finding it attractive and unfamiliar but my stomach drops at the markings on his ship and helmet that tell me I'm certainly not mistaken in my identification that he's with the Resistance, spying an orange and white astromech with him. "It's your lucky day, I'm not New Republic."

"Thought not," I say, continuing to play naive. "They aren't allowed to patrol this sector anymore so that leaves the question of who you are."

He continues to play along and I realise he's enjoying this. "Take a wild guess?"

"A moonjockey in a beaten up x-wing?" 

"Beaten up?" I hear him repeat in offence and can't help but smile. "Not everyone's got the credits to be flying state of the art N-1's so why don't you tell me what organisation you're with?" he asks, knowing I'm sure as hell not part of any New Republic starfighter corps if I'm attacking the First Order without provocation. "Bounty hunters guild or something, hired security?"

"Something like that," I answer before remarking "Maybe I'm just a pilot like you who's sick of those bastards and decided to take matters into my own hands."

He seems to like that answer, keeping his ship level with mine and only then does it occur to me my face could be recognisable from his angle, but he doesn't seem to have a damn clue who I am and that fills me with relief.

"You know," he begins. "The Resistance is looking for pilots."

I have to hold back laughter at the irony. "Is that so?"

"I was tracking the tie's that got behind you before you went into the asteroid field, counted fourteen you took out with those cannons, make's you a double ace."

"I'm a quadruple," I correct a little to proudly. "And that was easy work."

Somehow nothing clicks in his head which makes me wonder where the hell the Resistance believes I actually am for one of their pilots to not register who I must be. Even if he's a newer recruit I'm the daughter of Leia Organa, hell I was the best pilot they had before they permanently grounded me, people know who I am. 

Which is why I'm confused as much as amused when he offers. "You're a hell of a pilot, I've only ever known two pilots to pull off that manouvre you did and I'm one of them and if you're as good as you can say I can put you in touch with General Organa herself."

I can't help but look back at R2 to make sure he's hearing this but instead of laughing along with me he beeps at me to consider it, to go home.

"I know I'm a hell of a pilot," I state. "Best one there is."

"I don't know about that," he says and wonder just how good he thinks he is. "But I'd be willing to see what you've got."

The challenge is clear in my voice. "Is that so?"

Instead of backing down like a responsible Resistance pilot should he takes it on. "That's right."

He tilts his helmet towards me and I make out a stubbled face beneath the helmet, even obstructed I can't miss the stupidly handsome grin he flashes me and he knows it. Typical flyboy.

Except I might actually like this one.

"Alright hotshot," I say and prepare for some real fun as I fire up my thrusters, finding myself genuinely curious. "You know, I never got your name."

"Commander Poe Dameron," he says and it rings a bell even if I know it won't come to me until later. "Of the Resistance if you haven't put that part together yet."

I roll my eyes and even R2 has to laugh at that. 

"Commander huh?" I say, realising he must be something then for a man who wasn't there a year ago to get promoted so quickly to a rank I never even held, it almost makes me bitter. Nope, it definitely makes me bitter. "You must be a real hotshot then."

"The best," he says and R2 begins preparing, knowing I'm about to show him up. "And you still haven't identified yourself."

"And I'm not going to," I say as I prepare to take off. "But I'm sure you'll figure it out commander, give General Organa my regards."

He's taken back enough by that remark that I get a head start on him, my ship being far faster than his is with the illegal modifications to the thrusters and while he pursues I quickly lose him, getting out of range just far enough to jump to hyperspace so he can't follow and once I'm clear I realise my hands are trembling slightly.

Even if he has no idea who I am, Mom will piece it together if she hasn't already. If the First Order's profiled a rogue Naboo starfighter in the Outer Rims targeting tie fighters I know she has to have the same intelligence from Threepio's network. 

If she doesn't know what I've been doing, she's about to.

And if she thought me engaging the enemy was bad, she's going to lose it when she realises what I've been doing in the year since I left base. 

[fifty-ten]

(for the ocverse asks (if i'm allowed to do multiple) answer for whichever ocverse you wish)

3, 17, 24

multiple is more than fine! the more questions the merrier!

3 - "any recurring images/elements?"

let's see... for Maroon Z in particular, hearts are a very prominent form of imagery! (Ideally, I want the audience's stomach to drop a little when heart iconography shows up by the end of the story...?! but we'll see ←has been rewriting the back end of the story a ton). They act as an emblem that represents the concept of a magical girl. This also includes both the cartoony "❤️" kind of heart, but also the more literal kind of heart.

To speak way more broadly, I think that hand-holding imagery is really prominent in just about any story of mine ... it's a way to share power, it's a way to show simple affection, and so forth! it's very versatile imagery! and, it's just nice to make characters hold hands. (as an aside, you might read below and think, "oh, did they pick this up from pretty cure?", but this repeated imagery actually stems from tag battle-related pokéani headcanons from when i was a kid.)

17 - "describe the "required reading" to understand your vision. be as pretentious as possible."

to speak more broadly again, pokéani is probably kind of required to understand just about anything I write (lmao?).. it kind of forms a "backbone" in how i interact with making my own stories. at the same time, there's also stuff I watched a little as a young kid that left a big impact on me even if I don't remember a lot about it, like Ojamajo Doremi, or the 4kids show Chaotic, or random manga i picked up from libraries over the years... (though, I guess the question asks for specifics and not broad things...)

When it comes to Maroon Z, Futari wa Pretty Cure is definitely required (and... maybe RGU depending on how much my brain chemistry is altered by the time I finish watching it). In general, I think having an understanding of Pretty Cure is pretty necessary for understanding any of my magical girl OCs, since it's been really influential for me.

For my OCs that are of the "mons genre" ... well, again, pokéani (specifically DP) informs a lot. i think the digimon series adventure 02, tamers, and appmon are also kind of necessary to understanding how I approach the genre? (kinda bakugan too). To give a more specific example, I think that to understand what I'm going for with something like Imagination Defenders (i still wish i had a better title for that...), I think Tamers, Bakugan Battle Planet, and Xros Wars Hunters (←also a Digimon series & it honestly executes exactly the kind of setting I'd been imagining for ImaD...). Video games are an important influence, too! For example, it's easiest to understand Avi Battler if you're familiar with both Appmon and Smash Bros (specifically custom fighters/amiibo fighters in smash 4).

Well, I don't know of all of that is necessarily required reading, but I like talking about the kinds of things that influence the stories I make.

24 - "best scene youve written?"

hm... this one kind of depends on how you define "written". I'm good at coming up with stuff, but not nearly as good at remembering to actually write it down...

When it comes to "published" things, I still like the ending of the Maroon Z pilot comic.

When it comes to unpublished things (and also still not written down things...), I'm actually really excited about how the rewrites for parts of Maroon Z as a whole are going & how they tie things together. Lately, I've also been having fun writing things up for MonRev and Avi Battler (especially the latter, since it's about video games).

[beaked-whales-in-exile]

Found an old Star Wars fanfic I wrote back in high school, but never posted anywhere. It was pretty bad, but I had fun writing it. XD

Kinda makes me want to do another one. I've been making a couple OCs in that universe while the sequels were coming out just for the hell of it and I can't help but want to write a fic apiece for them, and maybe bring the three of them together eventually.

Might post if the results are good enough. The stories will be mostly OC centered, with established characters popping in every so often, set between the prequels and the original trilogy.

The OCs are as follows:

Aldar Tobin: a Clone War veteran who fought for the CIS now working as a freelance mercenary in the Outer Rim as the Empire slowly swallows it.

Alexus "Alex" Tachi: an accomplished TIE fighter pilot at the end of his rope, thinking he's going insane due to being haunted by a Force ghost.

Ras Albushar: a former Jedi Knight controversial in his time for his academic interest in the ancient Sith and sympathy for the Separatist cause. He has escaped the purge and is leading an uprising on an Imperial occupied planet.

Let me know if you're interested and who you think would be most interesting to begin with.

[the-sparkling--diamond]

everything to win - 13

poe dameron x black! female oc

warnings: canon typical violence

word count: 2,967

Growing up on Corellia, Cerria had flown her fair share of ships. Some big, some small, some old, some new. This was, by far, the shittiest ship she’d ever had the misfortune of piloting. But they would have to make do, at least until help arrived. Connix had sent out the distress signal to the Outer Rim a while ago. It was only a matter of time before their allies showed up. Maker, she hoped they showed up soon. Not only were they operating with a skeleton crew, but their ships were practically -no- literally falling apart. Looking at the several AT-ATs before them…it would take a miracle for them to make it out.

“Alright, listen up,” Poe’s voice sounded in her headset, “I don’t like these rust buckets and I don’t like our odds, but-” He cursed, and Cerria stifled a laugh. “Just keep it tight,” he continued, “and don’t get drawn in too close til they roll that cannon out front.”

Cerria silently prayed that this would work, that their allies would hear the call and join them, that a miracle would happen to change the tides, or, at the very least, they’d be able to escape with their lives.

“Alright, ground forces, lay down some fire!” Poe shouted.

Blaster bolts flew past her ship, uselessly hitting the giant combat walkers ahead of them. A multitude of TIE Fighters swarmed overhead. Cerria tried to remain hopeful, but she knew that, if it came to a firefight, their fleet of fourteen ancient ships wouldn’t stand a chance. Poe shouted the go-ahead to break off the formation. As Cerria took evasive maneuvers, she watched one of their ships be hit with a blast from a TIE.

Thirteen.

She veered to the left, narrowly avoiding a shot, but a pilot behind her wasn’t so lucky.

Twelve.

A panel broke off from the bottom of her ship and she cursed. She took a breath, reminding herself that it could’ve been worse. At least it wasn’t her steering mechanism or her weapons system. Out of her peripheral, she watched another sip get blown to bits.

Eleven.

“Come on! We gotta hold them till they pull up that cannon!” Poe yelled. It was clear that he was quickly losing faith as well. They were dropping like flies.

“You got three behind you, Rose!” Cerria shouted. Her heart raced as the other pilot desperately tried to shake the TIEs and she felt as though she’d had cold water poured on her when the woman yelled that she couldn’t shake them. Cerria veered to the side, hoping to find some way to take the attention of the TIEs and let Rose escape. She couldn’t take any more loss today. Before she could even begin to think of the best way to handle the enemy fighters, the trio were taken down by a singular green blast. Cerria glanced up, seeing the Millenium Falcon soaring overhead. A smile tugged at her lips as excited cheers flooded her headset. The Falcon would not mean an automatic victory against the First Order, but it would help them hold them off for just a bit longer, and that was all that mattered.

The TIEs turned their attention to the Falcon, leaving the battlefield to chase down the light freighter. Cerria found herself almost being grateful for the First Order’s hatred of that ship. But her relief was short-lived. The cannon had been wheeled out. It was a hulking behemoth of machinery.

“Our only shot is right down the throat,” Finn said. The cannon began to glow, emitting a low whirring sound. “The cannon is opening! This is our chance,’ he continued.

The AT-ATs began to fire on their fleet, if it was even large enough to be called that anymore.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

They’d been cut down by half.

Six.

Five.

Finn’s voice came through the headset once more, “Alright, making my final approach. Target in sight. Guns are hot.”

“No!” Poe quickly cut in. “Pull off!”

“What?”

“The cannon is charged! It’s a suicide run!” Poe knew that, by ordering them to retreat, they’d be losing an opportunity to weaken the First Order, but he’d rather have Resistance troops alive than some great war story. He had to do what was best for everyone at that moment. If the Resistance lost all their pilots, they’d be done for. “All craft, pull away.”

“No! I’m almost there-”

Poe was quick to shut down Finn’s attempt at an argument, “Retreat, Finn! That’s an order.”

Cerria watched as Poe turned around, followed by Rose and the other pilot. She made to turn her own ship, but quickly noticed that Finn was still heading straight for the cannon. She slowed her speeder, hesitating to turn and join the retreat.

Rose was quick to notice as well. The anxiety in her voice was contagious as she spoke, “Finn? It’s too late. Don’t do this!”

“No!” Finn yelled. “ I won’t let them win!”

Rose’s pleas for Finn to listen to Poe went unanswered. Finn was going to sacrifice himself. Cerria’s mind jumped to Holdo and the gut-wrenching feeling she’d gotten when she saw what she had done. She wouldn’t let Finn do this. She pushed forward, speeding after him. The plan was simple: she would catch up to him and knock him out of harm’s way, and the two of them would make it back to the rest of the Resistance safely.

“Cerria!” Poe’s voice was nearly a scream, a strangled cry that shook Cerria.

She knew what he was thinking, that she was going to sacrifice herself just like Finn planned to. She was quick to reassure him, “It’s gonna be okay, Poe! I need you to trust-”

“Retreat! That’s a direct order from you commanding off-”

“I can do this!” She furrowed her brow, urging her speeder to go faster as she noticed the damage Finn’s ship was taking from the cannon’s beam, “I know what I’m doing. Just-”

“Just nothing! Cerria, I swear to the Maker-”

She was finally in line with Finn. She just hadn’t noticed that Rose had reached them first. Cerria gripped her controls, ready to steer her ship into his just to see the two ships hurtling towards her own.

A high pitched ringing filled Cerria’s ears as she came to. She quickly became aware of the warm, sticky feeling of blood on the side of her face. The smell of smoke was nearly suffocating. She fumbled to take off her safety harness before clambering out of the smoldering remains of the speeder. Her mind caught up with the situation the moment her feet touched the ground. Finn. The cannon. Her legs felt like jelly as she ran to the wreckage. “Finn!” she shouted, breathing a soft sigh of relief when she saw him standing. The relief was short lived, however, as Rose’s unconscious form came into view.

Finn hooked his arms under hers and lifted, grunting with the effort. Cerria rushed to his side, helping him pull Rose out. She hooked Rose’s arm over her shoulders once she was out, her other arm looped around Finn’s shoulders.

They had to make it back to the base. Rose urgently needed medical attention, and they needed to get to safety but there was no cover in sight. The moment they moved away from the crash site, they’d be shot down. But, if they stayed, they’d likely be killed as well. Cerria looked at Finn, “Can you carry her?”

His nerves, his fear, were clear on his face. He nodded, furrowing his brows, “I can, but-”

“Do it,” Cerria ordered. “If we both support her, it’ll only slow us down. Our chances are already slim, so we need to move as fast as we can.”

Finn nodded, hoisting Rose into his arms in a bridal carry. He took a shaky breath as he gazed out at the vast expanse ahead of them. Their chances were slim, but they needed to at least try. He tightened his hold on Rose. He refused to let her die out here.

“Ready?”

Cerria’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He wasn’t ready. He wouldn’t ever be ready. Despite his pounding heart, he nodded.

Cerria nodded back before taking off running. She ran faster than she ever had in her life. Her legs ached, her lungs burned, her head throbbed, but she kept going. She pushed herself to run even faster. They had already made it this far, they couldn’t be taken down now, not when they were so close.

Poe paced in the smoldering wreckage of the base, anxiously fiddling with his necklace. The cannon had gone off. The base was compromised. Finn, Rose, and Cerria…he tugged at his necklace once more. He should’ve tried harder to make them turn around. How could he have ever thought he was cut out to be a leader? Leia had been right about him. Hell, Holdo had been right.

“Med pack! I need a med pack!,” a voice cried out.

Poe froze, immediately recognizing the voice. He turned to see Finn stumbling through the wreckage of the industrial door with an unconscious Rose in his arms. The two were quickly surrounded by the medical team and taken away. That’s when he saw her. His feet moved faster than his brain, drawing him to her like a magnet. He wrapped Cerria in his embrace, the force of it nearly sending them both to the ground. She was alive and safe in his arms. After what was entirely too short a time, he pulled away and cradled her face in his hands. He winced at the blood coating her hairline and temple, “Your head…”

Cerria smiled weakly, learning into his touch. “It’s okay,” she assured him, “I’m okay.”

“I thought I lost you.” The admission slipped from his lips without a second thought as his thumb absentmindedly caressed her cheek. The brief period he had believed he had lost her was agony. They had known each other for such a short time, yet she had managed to make herself such a permanent fixture in his life. Even when she had gone back to Corellia, he felt as though she had taken a part of his heart with her. The realization hit him all at once, his eyes widening as his breath caught in his throat.

He jerked away from her as if she had burned him which, in a way, she had. She had seared herself onto his very soul. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - tell her that though. He was never one to shy away from romance, in fact, Poe had had romantic interests and partners before, but none of them were her. She was royalty. She had status, influence, and a reputation. She had a planet that she would soon lead. She was also betrothed to another. Her stunning ring was a constant reminder of that painful fact.

Cerria’s brows furrowed at the sudden movement, and she found herself mourning his warm touch. “Poe,” she asked, “are you alright?”

“Yeah…yeah, fine. Let’s get you to medical. We need to take a look at that cut on your head.” He began to lead the way, resisting the urge to take her hand like he had become accustomed to.

The sound of explosions outside stopped the two in their tracks. They pushed through the small crowd that had gathered near the opening in the door. Poe pulled out a pair of binoculars, taking in the scene. The sight made his stomach twist. “It’s Kylo Ren,” he announced mournfully. “Luke’s facing him alone.”

Finn started forward without hesitation, “Well, we should help him. Let’s go.”

Both Cerria and Poe reached to stop him, holding him back from going any further. Poe looked through his binoculars once more as Cerria shot Finn a look that clearly said, ‘Don’t even think about it.’

Poe kept his eyes on the two men. Why had Luke shown up? Why was he fighting Kylo Ren after being in hiding for so long? He lowered the binoculars, murmuring, “He’s doing this for a reason.” But what was the reason? Everyone knew Kylo hated Luke. He would stop at nothing to destroy him. It clicked then. Luke was there to keep Kylo occupied. “He’s stalling so we can escape,” he realized.

“Escape? He’s one man against an army,” Finn nearly scoffed. “We have to help him, we have to fight.”

“No, no. We are the spark that’ll light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down-”

“We can’t do that if we’re dead,” Cerria interrupted Poe, keeping her gaze locked on Finn.

Poe looked around, examining the base. “There has to be a way out of this mine. Hell, how did Luke get in here?”

“Sir,” C-3PO chimed in, “it is possible that a natural, unmapped opening exists. But this facility is such a maze of endless tunnels that the odds of finding an exit are 15,428-”

Poe's mind raced as he tried to figure out their escape plan, C-3PO's voice droning on in the background. He tried to shush the droid, quickly becoming annoyed when he didnt listen, “Hush. Shut up!”

“...to one,” the droid added.

If the circumstances hadn't been so dire, Cerria might have laughed.

“Listen,” Poe instructed.

The group was met with silence. Finn and Cerria shared a look of confusion, both unsure what they were supposed to be listening for.

Always having something to say, C-3PO piped up once more, “My audio sensors no longer detect the-”

“Exactly,” Poe interrupted. He took a few more steps, looking into the cavernous base.

Finn's eyes nearly lit up as he realized what Poe was implying. “Where'd the crystal critters go?”

Cerria had nearly forgotten about them in all the commotion of the last few hours. After a few more beats of silence, she heard one whimper and pointed at it, “There! In the tunnel!”

“Follow me,” Poe ordered. Cerria took a step forward but quickly stopped when no one else moved. She followed their gaze back to see Leia behind them.

“What are you looking at me for?” Leia asked. “Follow him.”

A weight that Poe hadn't realized was there suddenly lifted from his shoulders. Leia trusted him to lead again, trusted him to keep everyone safe. His head was held high as he began to lead the remaining troops through the base.

The tunnel was small and damp. With only a few flashlights to light the way ahead, the group was forced to stick even closer together in order to make it out. Poe's hand repeatedly brushed against Cerria's, each touch sending sparks shooting up his arm. He mentally scolded himself, forcing himself to stay focused. The path twisted and turned and gradually became wider and wider. Poe picked up the pace. They had to be close to the exit. He stopped dead in his tracks.

The exit was blocked by a mountain of rocks. They really were trapped. One of the crystal critters stared at them before wriggling through a small gap between a few of the rocks. Its easy escape only added salt to the wound. “No…no no no no no,” Poe whispered to himself.

Cerria rushed forward and began attempting to dig through the rocks with her hands. Poe quickly caught her around the waist, dragging her back to the group.

“I'm getting us out,” she protested.

“You're gonna hurt yourself,” he countered, his hands drifting to gently take hers, quickly checking them over for injury. Once he was certain she was fine, he turned his gaze back to the blockade of rocks. He tried to think of another way out, but came up empty. Sure, it was possible that there was another tunnel that led to an exit, but was it wise to waste time looking for something that might not exist?

The rocks shifted. Everyone watched in awe as they lifted and moved, forming an opening. On the other side stood a woman, her arm outstretched. Even she looked to be in disbelief at what she was doing. The group slowly started to make their way out of the cave, unable to stop gazing at the rocks that were suspended in midair. Cerria resisted the urge to reach up and touch one. She'd seen so many incredible things in her travels around the galaxy, but never had she seen someone use the Force. It was beautiful.

The rocks formed a path for Finn as he sprinted forward, embracing the woman with all his might. The rocks dropped to the ground, the sound echoing through the air. The remaining troops filed out of the tunnel as the two pulled apart.

“The Falcon is this way,” the woman said. She led them up a small hill to the ship. As Resistance fighters filed in, it was difficult to feel too celebratory. The target on their back had grown exponentially. With no allies and no base, they were vulnerable. But, they would survive another day. That alone was a victory.

Cerria couldn’t help but admire the inside of the ship as she walked through it. It was old, that was for sure, but it was beautiful. Clearly Corellian made. In all the times Leia and Han had visited Corellia in her youth, she had never gotten a chance to see the inside. Feeling a presence to her side, she murmured, “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Poe hummed, “she is.” He grinned and nudged her shoulder when she looked up at him, “Come on.” He led her over to the woman from earlier, “Hi. I’m Poe.”

“Rey,” she smiled.

The pieces clicked for Cerria then as she realized that Rey was the friend that Finn had been looking for before. “Cerria,” she greeted, “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

[tokkiiyokki]

Flight Lieutenant Axis Relle (they/she)

[that-chandrilan-pilot]

Hey! I'm Jaz (23, they/she)

This blog is solely dedicated to talking about my many Star Wars OCs and the wider universe they sit in.

As an avid sequel trilogy fan and defender /lh, I am utterly disinterested in negativity and discourse; I think we've all seen enough. But if you want to see me ramble cryptically about my extensive inner world, that follow button is all yours, as is my ask button.

I will try to tag appropriately and also find use of tone tags within interactions very helpful myself, but please let me know if you need anything tagged! Unfollows and blocks are not taken personally either.

Enjoy your stay!

Some of the main gang:

Iennyr Wentré

Iennyr's dad was a Rebellion pilot, her mother was the civilian daughter of a TIE fighter pilot. She was raised by her aunt on Chandrila due to her parents' absence. As a young adult, an act of self-defence led to her fleeing her home planet to sustain herself in hiding, finding work with a garage of similarly scattered mechanics who, between them, taught her a host of legal and illegal skills. After she is contacted by Leia with news that her father has been found after years of disappearance, Iennyr makes the difficult choice to leave the Corellian garage and join the Resistance. She is trained by her father, his friends from the war prior, and some of the Resistance's other soldiers to become a pilot, inheriting her father's Y-Wing. Her skillset lands her the job of an ongoing undercover investigation, alongside a pilot from the New Republic, into the fuel manufacturing and distribution of the rising First Order. After disappearing on a mission herself, Iennyr traces her own pathway through the force, discovering her own sensitivity to it before turning that pathway down to fly against Starkiller Base. She is eventually killed in an act of sacrifice while on an espionage mission.

Illyha Nibu

Originally from Ryloth, Illyha spent her childhood on Chandrila, making close friends with Iennyr and Belun. She and Iennyr were in a relationship during their teenage years, but this was brought to an end when she was threatened by a celebrity, and had to leave the planet to outrun the law. Returning to Ryloth as her parents reconciliated their marriage, Illyha develops a relationship with another Twi'lek, becoming a wife herself before continuing her intended career path and joining the Resistance. She reunites with Iennyr, ultimately becoming a pilot under her squadron, and is an active member of the Resistance for many years. Illyha volunteers as part of the bomb squad against the Siege Dreadnought Fulminatrix over D'Qar, sacrificing her life for the cause.

Belun Toonch

Belun was raised on Chandrila and was part of an upper class family. He had an easier pathway into the New Republic's flight school than Iennyr or Illyha, but his friends never thought badly of him for it. It meant he could follow his dreams of becoming a pilot with a much safer training environment. However when one of the pilots in his cohort starts being invited on missions with the Resistance, not only does he hear his childhood friend's name mentioned, but he also learns of the inevitable war and the First Order. The wake up call causes him to defect to the Resistance, where Iennyr—now a capable Y-Wing pilot—accepts him as the 6th member of her squadron. Belun aspires to reach her skill level, and takes on many missions alongside her to do so. during the evacuation of D'Qar, Belun is allocated a variety of spy work away from the Raddus. Upon meeting back on Ajan Kloss a year later, he's promoted to Delta Leader, something he always wanted but never under the circumstances he was granted the positon. Belun continues to serve with the Resistance, flying against the Final Order fleet over Exegol, however he does not return.

EB-43

EB is the droid. Initially a grey and gold BB unit with masculine programming, EB-43 started out as Iennyr's droid while she was training as a pilot. The droid was supposed to remain as a training assistant astromech, however at Iennyr's request he's assigned to her following her qualification as a Resistance pilot. After a particularly destructive mission, EB-43 had to be reprogrammed and reconstructed while saving as much of the previous data as possible; the result is feminine programming, with her tertiary orange plates swapped out in places for lilac. EB-43 survives the Battle of Crait, and becomes a tactical assistance droid on Ajan Kloss.

Taku Romeri

Taku served in the galactic war against the empire as a teenager after running away from home, and the soldiers around him kept him aware that he was too young to be there. After surviving the Battle of Hoth and assisting with the destruction of the second Death Star, he settled down with an opera performer. The two had met when Taku was sent to an emergency medical facility, his now-wife Ziren working as a volunteer. He was one of the first people contacted at the formation of the Resistance in response to the threat of the First Order, and with a wife and children to protect, returning to the war becomes his way of guarding his future. Upon taking his role as a pilot back, he meets the daughter of one of his old friends. He'd met Iennyr via hologram as a newborn, and now she's grown up, ready to learn everything he knows, and will eventually become his superior. Taku survives the end of the war against the First Order, and lives to raise his two sons alongside his wife on Naboo.

Daliash Mesgel

Jedi Knight OC around at the time of the Clone Wars. Under heavy development.

[november-golf]

ocs for a certain fandom one & what you're looking for in a ship & favorite canon muse (i know that's not really your thing but you've had them before and i'm curious)

Mun Questions, Accepting!

Have you ever developed an OC for a certain fandom?

Technically my evil astronaut OC Rifat started life as an evil TIE fighter pilot in 2016 tumblr rpc. His faceclaim was Matthew Goode. I can't remember his name for the life of me. And then I developed him further for an Alien (the movie) themed Tabletop game with friends irl. And then after that I brought him back and he had his own weird history universe where communists won the space race. He keeps changing and coming back stronger. Sadly.

What are you looking for in a ship?

It's mostly to do with chemistry ooc with a partner, like if we've known eachother for a while/we gel well with our writing styles/can send silly memes on discord then it means I'll throw characters your way without thought.

On this blog specifically I don't ship the angels with other angels. They're sort of like brothers and sisters in my head. With devils/jinn/demons it's different because they're like a separate species rather than the fallen version of angels, especially in Islam. With humans it has to be weird and intense and there must be something wrong with the human muse.

What is your favourite canon muse?

Growing up, Father Damien Karras from The Exorcist novels. Very formative. However, going back to those books as an adult, they are not great, and you get self-insert vibes from the conservative author. I gravitate more towards Sharon Spencer now when I reread them.

Sidenote: I've recently become quite obsessed with Faramir from the Lord of the Rings.

So it tends to be Just Some Girls/Guys/Thems in the background of a canon piece of media.

[fancyfrey]

TFW the ginger-twink Inquisitor has a crush but he has terrible social skills and Ninth said this is how you get a girl

From @wayfaringjedi’s great fic Dark Comforts

[residentapothecary]

First Order TIE Fighter Pilot

[savesgalaxy]

temp info for my ocs until i get their docs done

cyrille virtus (original trilogy timeline)

mid-30's, elite imperial tie fighter pilot from kuat. comes from a powerful family with positions in the drive yards that staunchly support the then clone wars for selfish reasons, now the galactic civil war. applies to the imperial naval academy since it feels natural for him to do so, but he's never been a fan of rules and discipline and is quite the "problem" child in the eyes of his aunts and uncles. charming, so much so, he relies on it to get out of problems.

indra bakti (sequels timeline, affliated with eron / on my @hopegained blog)

another victim of the fatherless bug in sw. a delinquent in his early 20's who is from a first order-occupied-if-getting-there taris. he's full of anger and is not very good at handling it, most of it stemming from losing his dad and people around him. very, very talented thief who finds himself stumbling upon, and nearly making a target of, a certain commander of the resistance intelligence one day who sees his talents (as well as himself in the young man) and gets recruited by him. still getting used to being around the resistance and may borrow stuff without asking first, but he'll always return them eventually.

zilaref olgad (sequels timeline, also affiliated with eron)

mirialan in his late 20's whose sibling was a learner at luke's temple. he himself is force-attuned (can feel/sense through the force, but can't use it like a "real" force-sensitive can). largely blames himself and inadequacy for his sibling's death and is filled with guilt. with the knowledge that luke's son survived the attack somehow, he lays all of his anger on the man, who wasn't even there during the fateful night. not that he knows this. is not a fan of eron since he assumes he got it off easy and is just with the resistance because of general organa. also isn't aware that eron has been helping the resistance anonymously/through a codename this whole time.