#about: vos

[tfunity]

About: Seekers

Seekers, a colloquial name used for most Vosnians these days, are a basic frame-type common to the floating city of Vos.

The definer of most seekers is the crook-ended wing (up to four), thruster pedes (up to ten per foot), and somewhat excessive ventage (used as identifier). Heads can vary deeply, but the common ones are pictured; sometimes, they even blend. Armor doesn't change much between civilian models and militant models.

Almost all Vosnians are born as part of a trine, or triplets. Traditional structures of the trine place the First Born (one stripe) as leader, Second Born (two stripe) as protector, and Third Born (three stripe) as agrivator. This varies greatly in actual usage but most Trines are run by the first born. Trines are expected to work as a unit with little complaint or in-fighting, a concept often contested by the basic law of siblings.

Head molds vary greatly, but all trinemembers will share the same basic shape. Head molds also seem somewhat influenced by the current ruling party: most younger Seekers are cat-molded, while many older Seekers use the prior King's bird-mold. The ruling trine tends to flip between cat, bird, and visor: no Liege has been snapper or cone.

The name 'Seeker' derives from their initial use in hunting. Many prefer the more modern interpretation of this nickname, where it refers to colony-finders.

Most are Decepticons. Any Seekers who align themselves otherwise are at great risk, as all of Vos was dutied to Megatron's cause. Thus, most have tinted red optics; they naturally have quite the rainbow of shades.

Notable examples:

Two examples of somewhat more unusual models.

Slipstream is a UAV-modeled Seeker, lacking a decorative cockpit. Like most nobles, she has a stone embedded in her helm. Her four-paneled wings allow for excellent maneuverability in the air, well earning her name.

Sunstorm is a Megatronus Throwback, and a rather volitile one at that. His brainwashing was admittingly a little much, leading to the constant smile and seeping rust down his cheeks; but the assureness that he very much loves his Queen is not enough for everyone else, so he gets bomb-collared like the rest. Poor, pathetic thing is about ready to pop anyway. Best to just be careful.

The ruling party is comprised of Starscream (third-born, Queen), Thundercracker (first-born, notary), and Skywarp (second-born, pilot). Unlike most trines, Starscream is not actually related to her siblings: she was brought in before they were installed into their bodies, with the prior third being discarded in her favour. Despite this, she's had her trine modded to better resemble herself and insists on much of their bodyplans.

In fact, she insists on much. Their paint, makeup, and decorative finishes are deeply monitered and enforced. TC wanted rings for her brow: Starscream required garnets, to better match her. Neither is allowed to outshine her, even as she tells them they never would.

Thundercracker is the only non-outlier in this trine. Skywarp's ability as a teleporter gives her unprecedented skill in manuevering through spacebridges, a thing she doesn't even need to bind her eyes for. And Starscream was literally hand-delivered by Primus (or so everyone says), which is awfully special even before you consider her weird spark.

You, uh, can kinda see how that's resting on poor Thundercracker there.

[ddeck]

growth spruts

[goldnightshaade]

They’re talking about what they want to do after the war is over.

@foxquinweek Day 4

[naboosands]

Not a moment of peace

[noramsblog]

Shenanikans

[carrion-art]

3am detective work

[redbean-nom]

imagine the chaos of a no66 au when anakin discovers the entire shadow lineage is getting married and quinlan has a kid

[padawansuggest]

Mace: *dragging Kenobi and Vos out of the slam poetry night by their tunic collars and stops Tholme and Jinn from leaving them behind* No, you heard our rules after last week’s incident, they’ve been banned!

Qui-Gon: *ready to argue* What in the galaxy could my sweet baby padawan have done to get kicked out?

Tholme: I must admit, despite Jinn’s willful ignorance, I understand that mine could get banned, but he never mentioned it so I would like to know what he did.

Mace: Obi-Wan wrote a poem about a galaxy wide war that gave seventeen people True Visions and I had a shatterpoint migraine till last night. So for him it’s either me or him in that room and I’m the host so it’s me.

Qui-Gon: *taking a sheepish Obi-Wan into his arms for a pity cuddle cause that poem had led to like four straight days of council sessions and an enslaved Dathomiri child being found in a senator’s house on Naboo* To be fair. Obi-Wan had some good points.

Tholme: I’m scared to ask. What did mine do?

Mace: He didn’t write a poem so he went up to the mic and started licking it. It was the most disgusting noise I ever heard. If he gets near a mic I might have to drop kick him. Safer for him out here.

Tholme: *deep sigh of sadness* Yeah that sounds like something he’d do.

[ninjigma]

QuinObi Week Bonus! Part 6/5 - First / Previous

Bonus: Thank you! Track: 'The Wreck of Our Hearts' - Sleeping Wolf (Spotify / YouTube)

They're sailing the world together~

Made one more piece to celebrate the end of the week and as a huge thank you to the mod @kcrabb88 for hosting the event!

Enjoy! And remember to check out @quinobiweek for other amazing works with these two :3

[bon-sides-sw]

Question: whose Cal Kestis other parent?

On another day I would have told you that can be anyone, even a random stranger he met on a bar- BUT THEN, @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips infected me with the brainworms via discord chats and this Fic [To Out Halcyon Days] (E) that I'm so obsessed with!!

So yes, is Quinlan.

But Obi and his stewjoni biology are so powerful that his womb just photocopies himself.

[tfunity]

Her Majesty loves Pomgarnets. They're a rarer gem-fruit, being rather difficult to grow outside of certain climates and soil constitutions. She has a small tree in the orchid dedicated to this snack, but it struggles to fruit without help from someone she's a bit loathe to owe favours to.

If you ever want to be in her favour, even if it is only for a few minutes, offer her one. Rumors going about the Vos is that Swindle's very life is tied to gathering these fruits: she's the only thing keeping Megatron from taking his capitalistic head off.

Her Host, Liege Maximo, also quite enjoys these gem-fruits. Most colony ships are so large that finding anything with flavour is quite hard, so feeling taste through their Cityspeakers suppliments their rather bland solar-energon diet.

Maximo still snacks on meteors and comets on occasion. Not too often, mind you. Forward and selfish as they are, they know how consumption can look; and having lost limbs to that bias tends to sour most sweet comets anyway.

[flowersforthemachines]

Harding mourning companions fallen in the final battle

Other companions: Bellara, Davrin, Emmrich, Neve, Taash, the rest TBA later

Companion romances: Harding x Taash, Neve x Lucanis

Note: companions will normally comment on only one death, or will have one short comment covering multiple companion deaths. The track below is my attempt at splicing all individual companion lines together.

General

After Varric died, I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone else fall on my watch. Then Davrin was lost, and now… It just feels like I'm failing, over and over. How many more friends do I have to say goodbye to? How do you cling to hope?

Emmrich

Emmrich's gone. All of his experience and power… I'm going to miss our chats. He… he gave the warmest hugs. I hope he knew how much I treasured his friendship. How much I learned from him. [If Rook romanced Emmrich, and he died during the mission] Emmrich was one of the kindest souls I ever met. And he loved you so much. Rook… I'm so sorry.

Taash

Taash is gone, too. I wish I'd spent more time with them. Said how grateful I am to have met them. [If Rook romanced Taash, and they died during the mission] Rook, I'm sorry about Taash. You two looked so happy together. I can't imagine the pain…

Neve

Neve's gone. I can't believe Neve's gone. She deserved better. She tried so hard… She fought so hard for Minrathous, and what did she get for it? I should've told her how much her friendship meant to me. [If Rook romanced Neve, and she died during the mission] Rook… I'm so sorry. Losing Neve… I can't imagine the pain… [If Neve and Lucanis romanced each other, and she died during the mission] I hope Lucanis is okay. I think Neve made him happier than he's been in a long time.

General

I see the losses are hitting you, too. Seeing you in pain… is difficult. We have to keep hoping, don't we? Somehow.

My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

[tennessoui]

aaaaa can i request #44?!?

absolutely of course you can 🫶

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you'

"Hey, hey," Anakin hears. Or feels, rather, as each word is punctuated by an ungentle tap against his cheek. Which is really sort of rude, considering that the last thing Anakin remembers is taking a grenade to the chest.

The least Vos can do is be nice to whatever's left of his dying body. He hopes the grumble of dissatisfaction he makes conveys this, because he can't find the energy to actually speak, let alone turn his head away from the hand on his face.

"No, nope, c'mon, Skywalker. Get up. Keep those eyes open. There you go. You're fine."

Anakin doesn't feel very fine. He feels disjointed and confused. He's in so much pain that it's honestly hard to focus on anything else, not even the blurry vision of Quinlan Vos' face leaning over him.

There'd been the grenade. So for all intents and purposes, Anakin should be dead, not dying. He'd been wearing armor, at least. Obi-Wan had given him his armor before sending him into the caves with Vos. He thinks. He remembers that, the way his master had taken Master Vos aside for a conversation that looked tense and unhappy, even to Anakin's eyes. And then his master had taken off the armor provided by the planet's guards--something heavier than what Anakin had, higher tech and sturdier--and given it to Anakin. It'd still been warm from Obi-Wan's body heat when he'd helped him fasten the straps around him.

His master. Anakin needs to--if there are grenades around, if the rebel group has access to that sort of fire power, if they're here in these caves with grenades while Anakin's master is walking about without armor--

"You're fine," Vos tells him, tugging once, sharply, on the padawan braid hanging down Anakin's throat. "Missing a bit of your side, but of your--your arm, but you're fine."

Anakin doesn't feel fine. Anakin has no idea how he feels. Anakin needs to find his master. He can't--

"Swear to the Force, Skywalker, if you die--I'm gonna kill you. Cause Obi-Wan's gonna kill me," Vos is muttering and Anakin can feel his hands ghosting along the site of the injury. It must not be good. He doesn't sound like it's good. He doesn't sound like Anakin's going to be fine.

But at the sound of Obi-Wan's name, Anakin forces his eyes open into slits once more. "'ll be fine," he tells Vos.

"Damn right you will," Vos replies, and suddenly his hands are tighter on Anakin, pressure being applied that lifts him up off the ground.

"No, not--" Anakin says, and he can hear the way he's slurring his words. He can hear the sound of his breath and the beating of his heart. "He'll be fin'."

It's easier to let his head flop down against his chest than to try and lift it to see where they're going. If they're moving somewhere, he trusts Master Vos enough to get them there, even though it's at least partially the man's fault that he went and got himself blown up. After all, he'd pushed Vos out of the way of the explosive the moment he felt it flying through the Force. So really, it's his fault.

He wonders if he should say that out loud. If Vos already thinks it, if it matters.

He doesn't think it matters, really.

"Oh, he'll be fine?" Vos asks, and Anakin's dropped--at least gently this time--against the wall of the tunnel as Vos pushes against a door with the Force. Checking for danger. Securing the area. "He'd be devastated, Skywalker."

"Get a new on'," Anakin disagrees, going limp the moment Vos' hands lift him up again. It hurts. It still hurts. And there's the dark promise of sleep licking at the back of his mind. It'd be so easy to fall into, if he could just stop arguing with Quinlan Vos. "Jus' a padawan."

Just a padawan, just an obligation. They've been butting heads more and more frequently ever since Anakin turned sixteen. That was a year ago now. Their quarters are silent usually, but tensely so. Anakin spends a lot of his time in places he's not supposed to be: the beds of other padawans, the Lower levels podracing, the occasional jail cell if he can't run fast enough. Obi-Wan, he thinks, spends a lot of time tired. Regretful. Unable to look at him, which rankles more so than the cuffs the Coruscanti cops have put on him to keep him subdued on the way to the jail.

If Anakin were to--if he--if this...if he doesn't make it out of these tunnels, Obi-Wan'll be alright. Eventually.

Except Obi-Wan needs his armor back. That's where they're going, Anakin's sure. He needs protection because it's dangerous down here and Obi-Wan gave his protection away, gave it to Anakin.

Vos huffs--some kind of combination of a snort of laughter and genuine exertion from the strain of Anakin's weight. "Alright, kid. Sure, you're replaceable. But I'm not, and if you die because I accidentally blew you up on a mission, Obi-Wan's gonna kill me. And he needs a best friend, so if you die, then I die, what's the man gonna do?"

Anakin lets his eyes close. "Needs me," he slurs out nonsensically. Not because they mean anything. He just likes the way they sound.

"Yeah, that's what I've been trying to--oh, thank the Force, Kenobi--get your med-pac, he needs--"

"Anakin," and that's his master's voice, high and distressed and threaded with something Anakin can't name and has never heard before. "What happened? Vos, what--his arm, his chest--what did you--"

Hands that are familiar and roughly calloused and heart-stoppingly gentle cradle Anakin's face, lifts him up and out of Vos' hold, and Anakin registers a brief flash of his master's face--wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, a clenched jaw--and then he lets the darkness overtake him. Safe. They're both safe now because they're here, together.

[saxandviolins77]

[themintman]

GENUINELY LOSING IT. VOS IS UNAMUSED

[dragonbma]

I’ve missed making unhinged memes-