#cad banes hat

[renif]

one must simply appreciate a man, who has such great fashion sense

[ayyyy-le-simp]

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY

so I’m a VERY late Star Wars fan, like I just now started watching The Clone Wars

But like, I’m giggling right now

Guys, okay guy, guys please

Hear me out

No cause like i know that his actions are bad but like…why he kinda

STOP IM GIGGLING RN GUYS IM LITERALLY RUNNING LAPS ON SATURN

guys please hear me out don’t let me be alone

Give me that space cowboy right now

No cause

Im gonna edit him stop even though I suck at editing

I want him

[notaplaceofhonour]

“the hat man” you mean cad bane?

[izzystizzys]

Die Alone: The Coruscant Guard Christmas Special

All‘s calm and quiet on Coruscant, for once - the Senate‘s either gone home to celebrate the universally beloved Xeshmas with their closest, or is attending the annual festive bash at the Spakatomi Splaza buildings, sponsored by Chandrila. At 79’s, a horde of merry Commanders get together to bask in the Xeshmas spirit (red, green and white shots) and celebrate another year survived. But wait, Bacara groans into someone’s boots only thirty minute into their jolly bash, where the kriff is Fox? Ignored the invite again?

A strange feeling comes over Cody. He spent the entire day brooding, telling everyone who would listen that he has the strangest sensation of having forgotten something important and being told it can’t be that important if he’s forgotten it (Wooley) or to quit being such a partypooper (Rex). Now, it dawns on him.

He never sent that comm to Fox.

To be entirely fair, Fox probably couldn’t have attended either way - stuck as he is as the singular vod on babysitting shift at the empty Senate building. Still, it would’ve been nice to at least hear from some of the others, considering he saw them all loiter towards the clubbing district on security cams anyways. Now, here he sits and gathers dust - as a glorified secretary while his brothers are off partying or on security detail at Spakatomi Splaza.

Fox heaves a deep sigh and traces expletives in the thin film of dust on the reception desk. One positive of this whole thing - for once, he’s safe from being accosted and having slurs thrown at him by uppity senate staff, or, Force forbid, being called on a special mission by the Chancellor. He’s safely in his Nubian mansion by now, thank the Galaxy.

Thire and Ballsy are heading the party security, which, most ridiculous kriffing thing he’s had to assign troopers to in a long time. He would’ve doomed himself to it, but the Chancellor specially requested he man the desks and empty Senate. Fox is, after all, the best of the best.

Kriffing Xeshmas parties. Mothma, who’s usually capable of critical thought, specially requested they be in softshell for this assignment - to make their guests feel more comfortable and off the clock, she told Fox with a completely straight face.

Imagine that. Off the clock. Hah.

Fox is so busy watching the imaginary off-time he’s only heard of in dreams that he doesn’t even register the sudden plunge into darkness, until he starts to blink and his brain slowly comes back online.

Well, kriff.

With a heavy, internalized eyeroll, he flicks at his vambrace. Nothing. Taps for the light-controls. Nothing. Pokes at the screens of various pads.

Nothing.

…double-kriff.

With a much more external sigh, Fox heaves himself to his feet and attempts to manually flick on his helmet lights, only to grunt out a string of curses when he realizes they shorted out along with everything else. He gropes at his belt and -

Yup, magpack on the blaster too. Great.

Fox trudges through the empty, darkened corridors with all the enthusiasm of the world’s saddest glorified customer service worker, mentally cursing all the great forces at work to create this extraordinarly shit day for him.

Mothma for throwing stupid kriffing Xeshmas parties and requesting an unreasonable amount of softshell (!) Guard for it.

Palpatine for ordering him to babysit the Galaxy’s center of operations alone.

Cody and all the rest of them for not even kriffing pretending to invite him to anything anymore.

This stupid kriffing generator for deciding to kick it at the worst possible moment, and whoever was stupid enough to make the whole Senate power grid and comm access dependent on one single kriffing -

Fox freezes, all at once.

Voices. Plural. Outside.

Slowly, Fox creeps towards the slide doors leading outside. He pries them open gently, careful not to allow for a single creak or slip that could give him away. It’s more likely to be nothing than anything, but -

“ - enter from the trash chute, while Bossk takes the staff entrance on the other side and cover more ground that way. Bane, you will screw off the vent covers through the third floor exit and -“

“I know what I’m doing”, a deep, gravelly voice interrupts that sends shivers down Fox’ spine. He’d hoped he’d never have to encounter it outside a criminal court recording again - triple kriff. “I don’t need your lectures, Sing.”

“Touchy today, are we?”, Aurra Sing says, snidely, and it begins to dawn on Fox exactly how kriffed he really is. “Relax, Bane. We know what we’re doing. The Chancellor’s treasury doesn’t stand a chance in Sith-hell.”

A low, vibrating hiss answers her, trembling with laughter. Fox has to force himself to hold his breath to keep in the expletives that want to slip free, hands cold and clammy in his gloves.

“Alright, everyone on position. We wait an hour for the commotion to really get started over at Spakatomi, and then -“

Deciding he’s heard enough, Fox carefully shifts the sliding doors back closed and inches back through the hallways with his heart hammering in his chest. Kriff, kriff and double-kriff this stupid kriffing holiday - first thing he’s doing when he gets out of this alive is outlaw the very idea of Xeshmas for all acting GAR personnel, and then he’s going to shove a Nabooian fir-tree up the ass of Jango Fett’s kriffing ghost, because somehow, this too is his fault. Fox just knows it.

First, though, he’ll have to keep three of the Galaxy’s most infamous and deadly bounty hunters from stealing Republic secrets and treasures on his own.

(Somewhere, among the debris-littered ring of planetary satellites, a string of increasingly desperate comms waits to go through:

CC-4477: FOX

CC-4477: FOX HELP

CC-4477: FOOOOOOOX

CC-4477: THERE ARE SEPPIE TERRORISTS IN THE LOBBY THEY ARE BEATING UP ORGANA

CC-4477: I AMN HIDNG I TOLET

CC-4477: Sorry for that, Commander. The situation is back under control - I have acquired a bomb. I‘m sure you‘re right outside with the others setting up a perimeter - I‘ll keep the hostages safe, ori‘vod! :) -Thire)

[xinambercladx]

Ever since landing on Daiyu, the Duros bounty hunter felt watched. A forsaken place like this had a tendency to devour lost souls. The rain drenched the street as if it were a beast salivating for its next meal. There was a sizable bounty on his head after he kidnapped the Chancellor. Any upstart would be tempted to collect it. No one would be foolish enough, but some might be desperate enough so they could leave the crime and poverty ridden planet. Bane was there for his own reasons. This was the one place his own prey would run to out of desperation. He checked the alley behind him after a tingle went down his shoulder. He saw a shadow duck away and enter into the back alley bar. Cad Bane removed his blaster from the holster and decided a detour was in order. Perhaps an appetizer hunt before the main event? From hours already spent in the cold night's weather, a warm up would do nicely.... and even if he didn't find his stalker in the bar, he'd could get a fire-ice whiskey to warm him up instead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This may end up in my fanfiction. I kinda like where this scenario is going. For now it's a tiny ficlet. The background is only half original. I took a screenshot of Daiyu, flipped it, blurred it, and painted on top of it. The signs are new, people/figures changed, and some extra vibes added. idk. I didn't have the energy to do it from scratch. Concept artists do stuff like that all the time though. *shrug*

[dessinatsunset]

I found a new Brush that looks like a pencil. The texture is so pretty. Of course I had to draw my favourite man and also Hondo (I think this is the first time I drew him digitally) It turned out so well :)

[undead-nothosaur]

Cringetober day 10, ship dynamic

Okay, so enemies to lovers, right? That's what we'd all call this, that's the watered down version of what these two have going on. but I think they have something a little more fucked up under that. Kenobi is a misguided hero and Cad is an honorable villain and that's where all the flavor is.

Cad is the one softly pining for Kenobi but suffers deeply for it because Kenobi doesn't register Bounty Hunters as capable of being more than enemies. I think there is potential to Kenobi slowly having his eyes opened to the complexities of Bounty Hunters and seeing that with the amount of work he puts in and responsibility he shoulders being #1, Cad treats his job like it's just as sacred to him as the Force is to Kenobi. Cad is the one who saved Kenobi, Cad is the one who refuses to work with the empire after the fall of the Jedi. He has an incredibly interesting moral code that he follows, much like how Kenobi follows the Jedi code as his master taught him. At their cores these two are both creatures of devotion and stand for a greater goal beyond themselves. It would just take Cad coming forward to show Kenobi but... whether or not he can allow himself to do so and risk his reputation is another thing.

I need more scenarios where these two are forced to work together and see past their differences it's my roman empire. I typed this description up like ten times and kept overthinking it and getting way too detailed about the Hardeen Incident.

[cakbanedraws]

I didn't know that I can play as Cad Bane in TCW Republic Heroes game and you can put a double hat on his head LOL. I probably didn't search up very much the multiplayer mode.. Yeah I've only play the Story Mode..

*clears throats*

Bonus.. Bane with doubles hat reminds me of Walton Goggins with doubles hat hehe 😙

[deepbluespace4]

Closeups without fog for this one https://at.tumblr.com/deepbluespace4/thank-you-kindly/6vo3xmdt4h5v

Space horse Rana designed by @renek-bane!

[a-decent-melody]

When I tell you it took every SINGLE ounce of willpower I have not to immediately stand up and start screaming when I saw the blueberry bitch and heard Ventress’s voice I am NOT JOKING

[the-senates-one-fear]

this is a good day for the Cad Bane Society

[aloegator-arts]

I wasn't kidding when I said I was feral for Bane 😏

Just some OC x Canon trash wip lmao

[sinisterexaggerator]

"Until next time."

[ebunnyking]

The Good, The Bad, The Bane. Sometimes, something tickles me enough to do that good art.

[xinambercladx]

He cleans up nice.

Based off the image below of Lee Van Cleef, whose portrayal of Angel Eyes provided George Lucas the idea for this character.

I may revisit this sketch, to ink and then color it. I have a scene in mind for a later chapter of Figment, my fanfiction. ------------------------------------------------------ xInAmberCladx's Fanart Archive <--click

[leftealeafs-comics]