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[arwenkenobi48]

~Imperial Diaries~ Episode 16: Assassination Attempt

@animperialmarch part 16. Captain Linus Hawkins is back again and has been tasked with ending the life of the traitor, Mon Mothma. However, it’ll be easier said than done.

Cue Music: Be Still My Heart - Plan Three

Dear diary,

I have no other words to describe this day other than a total disaster. Yesterday, an Imperial senator by the name of Mon Mothma turned out to be a traitor by blatantly insulting the Emperor himself! As one can imagine, this gave the Rebels a burst of confidence and we all knew that drastic action would have to be taken. Which leads me to what my assignment was today.

I entered the office of Governor Tarkin with a lump in my throat. “Captain Hawkins reporting.” I stammered slightly. “Ah, Captain, you’re here.” said Tarkin calmly. “Now, listen carefully. The task I am about to give you is a solo mission; nobody else must accompany you.” This was news to me; normally I had at least one other person working with me. I already began to get goosebumps.

“This task is of vital importance to the Empire, Hawkins.” said Tarkin. “I assume you know of the traitorous senator, Mon Mothma.” “Yes, sir. I-” “Don’t interrupt me!” Tarkin glared and I quickly kept quiet. “That woman is a threat to the Empire. Her words are encouraging the Rebel attacks on our forces. That, Linus, is something we cannot have. So pay close attention and understand the responsibility I am placing on your shoulders.” Here, he handed me a rifle that snipers usually carried. “You are going to assassinate Mon Mothma.” said Tarkin.

I gasped. “Wha-? Governor Tarkin, due respect, sir, but I couldn’t-” “The only reason that I am asking you to do this, Captain, is because I trust you.” said Tarkin through gritted teeth. “You are an example for all the Galaxy of a perfect soldier: loyal, no questions, follows all orders.” I realised exactly what he meant. I took the weapon, trying to steady my shaking hands. “Go.” Tarkin’s voice was ominously calm. “Show the Galaxy that the Empire does not tolerate betrayals.” “Yes, sir!” I saluted and left the room, my heart racing like a TIE engine.

I arrived on Coruscant approaching midday and made my way towards the Imperial Senate. No doubt Mon Mothma was trying to justify her terrible act in the court room. I pressed my earpiece and whispered: “Hawkins to Tarkin. Approaching the Senate now.” “Good. Keep it subtle, Hawkins. Let none see you.” “Roger that.” I replied. I took a deep breath and approached Senate.

Scaling the wall of the building wasn’t as hard as I’d first anticipated. Using an ascension cable, I climbed onto the spherical roof and searched for an air vent of some sort. Upon discovering one just the right size, I removed the metal grate and clambered inside. The walls around me were matte black and all I could hear were my own limbs brushing against the metal, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I crawled around inside the ventilation system for some time, trying to find a pipe that directly connected to the hall of the Senate itself. The air was becoming a little stuffy and I had to be careful how I breathed. Just as I was about to reconsider the plan, I heard muffled voices shouting. Following the sound, I saw what I’d been looking for; there was a speckle of light up ahead. 

I crawled quickly towards it, sliding my gun towards the grate covering the vent. Peering through into the room below, I saw the courtroom, Senator and all. I whispered to Tarkin over the comms - which was luckily still working - “Got my eyes on ‘em! Ready to fire.” “Show no mercy.” He replied. I pushed the rifle’s muzzle through the gap in the bars, aiming at the Senator’s head. And that was when the catastrophe ensued.

The grate began to slip. It made a terrible creaking noise. Everyone heard and looked around in confusion. I tried to hold on to my weapon as it began to lurch forward and quickly pulled it back, my hands sweating. In my panic, I jerked the gun upwards, but before I could stop myself, I pulled the trigger. BANG! A laser flew through the air and severed the chain which held up a large chandelier, which crashed to the floor in splinters. 

There was a series of loud screams from below and the grate fell off the ventilation shaft, taking the gun and myself with it. I plunged down into the room and hit the floor with a crash. I lay there, my head spinning and my body aching. Everything turned into a flurry of visions and voices and when my head finally stopped spinning as the concussion passed, I learned - much to my dismay - that Mon Mothma had escaped!

I was terrified at the prospect of being punished by Tarkin, who I felt I had badly let down. When I returned to base, though, I was told that Grand Admiral Thrawn had already deployed a fleet of Star Destroyers to capture the Senator, who was on the run amongst a group of Rebel ships. On the whole, I feel utterly deflated by my failure, but something about the timing of my attempt to kill Mon Mothma and Thrawn’s intervention makes me wonder if I’ve been sent on a fool’s errand...

Signed, Captain Linus Hawkins

[halfbreed-hawkins-blog]

Penny wondered faintly as she sat on the edge of the mattress how everything came to this, when this house felt as much as a trap as Hogwarts did, and when the walls seems to crash in on her, when it felt like a weight around her neck, dragging her closer and closer to the bottom of a vast iced lake. She was drowning under the expectations of those below, of her family all awaiting, of Helle arguing with Atalanta in the door frame, of her mother, wide-eyed and terrified and looking every bit of mad. She tangled her fingers into her hair, squeezing and pulling at the fine curls, trying to tap into some solace that nothing here would change, not between any of them, because she had options didn’t she? That’s what they said, they said she was different because she had a choice. But did she ever really have a choice in this life of being anything but the champion in the wizarding world, the scrapegoat for a world that hated her kind even though she wasn’t truely their kind, the girl-who-wasn’t and the girl-who-was and feeling so small. Trapped in a body whose blood was too sullied and a magic that wasn’t strong enough to naturally tap into the Blessing her family had for centuries. Is this was squibs felt? Was it even comparable? She wasn’t sure but as she squeezed out another tear the door slammed open, the aruging spilled into her solace, her own personal space in a house that was more of a hell.

Then she strode inward, every inch of her powerful, her gait long, her chin high, her eyes the blue of the ocean. It was a different shade from her own, and from Hectors, or even their great-grandmothers, it was a shade of near gray, like staring between the vein of the universe between the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds. Entrapping, encasing, and encompassing. She was as vast as the tree’s she ran through, and as strong as the pine that shook under the wind. The woman before her was more wolf than woman, and more sharpened steel than simple strength. She carried no wand and yet her magic was almost as powerful as Lawrence’s with a wand, she studied books and practiced every skill avaliable to her, from sewing to hunting to magic. Atalanta Hawkins had shoes to fills, massive boots created by a five-three woman of 117 years and near blind that still commanded the respect of even the most rabid of rouge wolves. There was loyality and strength built from years and Atalanta had a quarter of a century to acheive what Althea was leaving her after over triple that in service of their people. Penny looked upon in her mild awe, and she stood from the mattress, wiping her eyes and trying to appear brave in front of her model image of strength. She never had a doubt that if Atalanta was allowed into Hogwarts, that she would have been a Head Girl, a Quidditch Captain, a Gryffindor and deeply celebrated. Every bone in her body was built for bravery and boldness and Penny often wished for an iota of that which Atalanta had in spades. So she straightened up, because Atalanta was becoming more than her eldest cousin, she was becoming the Leader of the Clan, the Alpha of the Hawkins Packs, and someone other leaders within the werewolf clans and packs people would speak to. She deserved respect.

“You’ve caused quite a stir you know Penny,” her voice was melodic and crisp, “Helle wants to drag you out of here by your hair and simply bite you for saying what you said and I’m pretty sure Linus would hold you down.” she raised a singular eyebrow.

“I know that I’m not scared of them,” she shot back, and honestly she wasn’t. She couldn’t take Helle in a fist-fight to be sure, but she had a handle on wandless magic and it wouldn’t be hard to confine either without hurting them. “I don’t care what they think, or what they want me to become. I refuse to be used anymore!” her voice caught at the end.

“Is that what you think we’re doing?” she sounded almost hurt and Penny felt small before her but nodded furiously.

“Helle and Linus want me to force my change and prevent me from going back to Hogwarts. They want me radacalized to their side and become a werewolf and join their fucking army. You! You and Grandmama want me to remain a halfbreed and stay the course. Daniel and the others want me to join them and chose my own path! My peers at Hogwarts are waiting for me to Turn at any moment, to let wolves loose in the hallways. They are also waiting for me to Turn disloyal, to turn you all in, to join the Ministry against them, against you!” she was panting now, not realizing that she was yelling in the face of her eldest cousin, and that tears were streaming down from her eyes and that panic building in her chest. “Doesn’t anyone care what I want! What I wished for? What I ought to do with my life. I’m not a goddamn pawn, I’m not a fucking pup. I can chose for myself who and what to be. To be a witch, to be a wolf. Everyone is pushing for me to make a descion about my future when I’ve never been asked what I want.” she whispered, eyes clouded with tears, arms wrapped around her frame as if to keep herself together in the shadows of her room, with the broken chair in the corner from where she’d thrown it in her last fit of rage, with the holey blankets and the recently patched up Hogwarts uniforms and thrice used books. Where her mother’s broom was shining in the corner and the faded poster of the Holyhead Harpies team smiled at her from a bright photograph in the corner along with other smaller photos scattered around and a singular everlasting and everliving white rose sat in the corner with her father’s handwriting leaving her a note to please remember to sweep the front porch while he was at work and that he ‘love you My Pup’ dated just a few weeks before his death. The room stank with far flung memories and dreams, of nightmares and where she hide from the abuse when the forest was just too far. She sobbed to herself, taking a step back when Atalanta’s fingertips touched her chin.

“What do you want, Penny?”

The pair looked up, and there was Selene, her robes were shabby but her starry eyes shown through her face, her mouth was still proud, her fingers still strong, but she’d lose that bright aura Penny remembered from her childhood and longed for still. She was a walking ghost, nothing like the unbroken lioness she once called Mother, and who was able to handle the stress, abuse, bills, the ostrasization because Edgar was there every moment of the way. Without that, with two small children, with the hatred of the world bearing her down and everything piling up Law and Penny watched as she broke before their eyes and the smiles left, the laughter rang hallow and the world began to drift apart. When Penny was seven and her mother couldn’t remember her brithday because she was so deep in her own grief and Penny walked all the way to the Hawkins Compound, trudging through secrative forest paths and slipping between rocks and trees, and three hours later being collected in Althea’s arms and being rocked to sleep because “Mama doesn’t see me Grandmama.” and she sobbed and sobbed. Selene who relied on her children to keep her sane, and her children who relied on each other to attempt to raise the other, who relied on books, and the articles and their never-quite-there Clan who didn’t realize how bad things got until Lawrence came begging for money to go off to Hogwarts for the first year. By then it was too late, and had gone on far too long for Selene to ever regain the independce she lost in her co-dependency on Edgar– and really maybe that was what Penny hated the most about her Mother. Not that Penny called her that often, if they saw each other, if Selene was having a good day and remembered she had a halfbreed daughter who bore the world without her guidance. Oh yes, Penny loved her Mother with a strong feiceness as much as she hated her weakness. Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time Selene had asked Penny what she wanted.

“Aunt Selene, this honestly doesn’t concern you, please go lie down,” Atalanta whispered, reaching for her arm to pull her from the room. “Come, I’ll get you a bit of fizzy water.” Penny looked up in silence and Selene met her eyes.

“Do you truely believe I have no say in whether or not my daughter will quit school and Turn into a werewolf?” her voice was deadly quiet and for one surreal moment, Penny remembered the angelic woman who literally fought and parried her way out of the London Riots with a child on each arm. Valient. Vacant.

“You never cared before, and I’m an adult, why shouldn’t I chose my own fate, for once.”

"Your Father would not approve of this.” Penny flinched and snarled at Selene.

“Papa isn’t here anymore, he’s gone and the world is mad. He can’t tell me what to do anymore, and I’d like to think that he would be proud of me for choosing something for myself for once and not be shuffled around like some fucking chess piece or a ragtoy for people to practice their punches on.”

“Penny I know you lost your Fath–”

“I lost everything that day! I lost my pride, I lost my innocence, I lost all safety in this fucking world we live in,” she screamed finally, fisting her hands at her side. “I lost everything, and I got left with a war, I war born on a side I wasn’t able to choose.”

“You still have a choice. Don’t throw away everything because you’re angry.”

“That’s fine coming from you! You threw away everything for Papa! You threw away your career, your family, your education, your talent for a goddamn werewolf. You chose that, and now I’m left with this– I’m not a wolf or a witch. I don’t have the luxary of chosing what I want, you made that abundantly clear when we were born. You made us wolves, and now we have a war to complelte because wizards decide that we are monsters to be exterminated. You don’t want me to throw everything away,” she laughed and it morphed into a sob, “I don’t have anything. I am nothing in the eyes of the Wizards, a  hidden monster, and to my own family,” she hazarded a glance to the cousins in the doorway, Helle and Linus glaring her down, “I am not even enough for them unless I throw away what little I’ve begun to acheive. I wasn’t even enough for you, to stay fucking sane, because some days you’d wake up and look right through me, and even some day you dare not even look at me. You didn’t even walk me to the Platform at Hogwarts and I wondered if you even remembered I was gone. You threw me away, over grief, and now you expect me to listen to you?” Penny backed away, leaning against the wall, covering her eyes because it was getting too bright, too much emotion in the room. “I can’t even listen to myself.”

“Then listen to the pack, we are calling for you Penny,” Helle marched into the room, shoving right past Atalanta, grabbing her hands away from her eyes until the pair were staring at each other straight into their eyes. “I am calling for you, I want you, I don’t care what you have or what you don’t. You belong with us, with me, you deserve to have what Selene’s blood as a witch prevented you from having. We are wolves, take your birthright, it’s your destiny Penny.” she was cajoling and then she was gone, Atalanta grabbing her by her hair and tossing her to the side, the younger sister whipping back at her with a yell.

“It’s her goddamn choice to Turn! Her fucking choice! Don’t any of you get that! Selene, Linus, Hector, Helle! Any of you. Penny has a choice to make, to turn into a werewolf or not and it has nothing to do with any of us. It has to to with her.”

“She says she want to become a wolf but not a werewolf, though, how dare she give away her birthright for some magic trick.” Linus finally snarled, stepping from the shadows, dark circles under his mostly dark eyes that glittered with some newly forged bloodlust. “She wants to become a… animagus. That’s her choice, some wizard bullshit, not her fucking people, not being a fucking werewolf who is so much stronger, faster than a simple creature. She would throw away all the magic a Turn would give her, for something like that.”

“Go fuck yourself, Linus.” Penny growled at him, “I don’t wanna hear anything from you, you aren’t even welcome in this goddamn house and you know it. You’re lucky Lawrence isn’t here, he is sick of your radical speech.”

“What’s wrong with being a little radical, you have become so fucking–” he was quieted by Atalanta who grabbed his wrist and twisted it back, he howled in pain as she stared him down, he who was crying and trying to push from her hold, her heavily kohled eyes glaring him down until he was cowing.

“Out. Helle, get him out.”

Helle snarled but when it became obvious that Atalanta was going to fight them, and with Hector’s massive form looming in the shadow she hedged her bets and the pair exited noisily from the room, their snarls and growls amplifying as Penny leaned against the wall, refusing to meet the eyes of Hector, Atalanta and her Mother. She ran her fingers through her hair and then slid down the wall, tucking herself into a ball. She just wanted them to stop fighting, she wanted to be hated for something she was, she wanted some form of acceptance literally anywhere and not have to fight tooth and nail to be simply recognized as human or wolf, she wasn’t getting picky anymore. Penny couldn’t stand the duality anymore, the weight dragging her and graining weight each moment, the anger that flitted into her veins and poisoined her mind because each moment that the Ministry fought to destroy them, and her peers called for her blood her own boiled and waited, wishing for her to strike back and Penny willing herself to refuse the naturalality of her striking so hard. She looked up at the three of them, Atalanta who hoped through she never voiced it for Penny to join them, to Run like a wolf, Hector who wished nothing more than for Penny to gain stability in whatever life she chose, and Selene who wanted her to chose her humanity over her beast.

“What do you want me to be?”

“Whatever you want to be.”

She began to laugh, it was chocking, scraping at her throat as she worked herself into a hysteria. They all hovered so close to her and she waited for the moment it got to be too much and she’d simply run, and not freeze, or to start throwing punches, to run to Helle and beg to fight and get Bitten. She waited and waited and laughed and laughed with the tears streaming down her face.

“Mother Moon, when has whatever I wanted to be such a priority. I’m not human enough to have rights, and I’m not a wolf and therefore not real pack. Fuck, 'Lanta,” she looked up at her cousin whose eyes were so concerned and dark “I don’t even know what I wanted in the first place. I don't even know what I am. So I guess… for now, I’ll just, be.”

“That’s not a plan Penny.” Selene whispered, her eyes sad, mixed with ghosts, grief and regrets. The younger blonde sighed and shook her head, almost mournful.

“Huh, so I guess even just being isn’t good enough either, shocker.” Penny stood and shakily moved to collapse on the bed, a mixture of blankets, furs on a mattress, they all waited anxiously. “Just go then, I don’t need any of you here, and I certainly don’t want you here, since we’re all suddenly caring about what Penny wants from her life.”

“You know we just love you Pup,” Hector whispered.

“That’s never been the question.” she muttered into the blankets.

“Then why is it so hard to understand–”

“I wanted to fly,  to be the fastest flier, to have HAWKINS blazoned on my back, I wanted to be so fucking free and far away from the fucking world that it fucking celebrated my name instead of spat on it every goddamn day. That’s what I wanted, I wanted to fly. I'm not a fighter, yet somehow I've become the solider spy poet and I never got a say and just let it happen. Instead, I’m just… whatever this is, this little bastard creature of wolf and human that belongs nowhere and is expected to be whatever the person-of-the-day wants me to be.” she flipped onto her back, looking at the sky with longing, wishing she had the wings that her people were named for. To escape this world that never seemed to have want of her except to their benefit.

“You’re going to have to choose sometime.” Atalanta sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the length of her forehead, softly tracing down over her nose, and ending at her chin. She felt calmed, but never focused, she looked at Atalanta, eyes glazed with tears before turning away, the gray wall feeling a little too metaphorical than she wanted.

“Maybe I don’t want to make that choice anymore.”

[arwenkenobi48]

~Imperial Diaries~  Episode 15: A Fight To Remember

@animperialmarch part 15. A few courageous acts in the midst battle prove to Captain Needa exactly what a brave man he is.

Cue Music: Hollow - Phantom Sage

Dear diary,

We had a very close call today. A Rebel cell invaded my ship, the Avenger, as it was orbiting the Lothal system and it was a miracle we all survived. On the bridge, one officer named Hawkins called to me: “Captain! There are several ships coming out of hyperspace!” As I watched, four enormous Rebel transport ships, surrounding by A-Wing starfighters, emerged directly in front of the Avenger. “What do we do?” Panicked Hawkins. “The only reason I took this job is because you never have to do anything!” “Don’t panic, Hawkins!” I replied. “Open fire!”

We opened fire on the Rebel ships, resulting in a few A-Wings exploding, but the fight raged on. I realised this was going to be one of those days. Turning back to Hawkins, I said: “Release the TIE Fighters!” Before he could do this, however, the ship rumbled and an alarm began ringing. “What the?!” I gasped, almost losing my balance. “Sir, one of the Rebel ships has flown into the landing bay!” Called Hawkins. “They’re trying to defeat us from the inside out!”

“Dispatch all squadrons immediately!” I said with determination. Leading a group of Stormtroopers, I ran into the hangar of the Star Destroyer. Sure enough, the doors of the Rebel transport opened and soldiers came charging out, blasters at the ready. Within seconds, everything plunged into chaos. Lasers whizzed through the air in all directions. My men were quick, but the Rebels were quicker and I found myself trying to stay alive in the centre of the hangar-turned-battlefield. 

Outside, meanwhile, I could hear the sound of another battle raging above us as the Rebel ships tried to at least do some damage to the Avenger. One by one, they were blown away. Sadly, I found that my men were losing the fight, despite reinforcements from separate squadrons. The Rebels’ strength lay in their skill and we were literally being pushed back. If this is gonna be my final fight, I thought as I aimed a few lasers at a nearby Rebel, I might as well finish strong.

That was when it happened. I saw a Rebel soldier pointing his blaster at a nearby Stormtrooper, who shouted: “Oh, blast!” and I recognised the voice. One of my newest recruits - from Lothal, by coincidence - Zare Leonis. That traitorous Rebel was about to shoot him! Zare is like a son to me. I knew what I had to do. Running past the melee of soldiers, I shouted “Zare! Look out!” I jumped in front of him just as the Rebel pulled the trigger. 

I heard a loud banging noise and a thud as I hit the floor. Zare’s voice, a hundred miles away, called to me. “Captain! Can you hear me? Needa!” I heard a muffled scream and a pounding of footsteps, before my world descended into blackness and I passed out. 

I awakened some time later in the medical ward, my body feeling numb from the waist down. Zare Leonis and Captain Hawkins were looking down at me in concern. “Captain Needa. Can you hear me, sir?” asked Zare. “What happened...?” I mumbled feebly. “Are the others ok? Are you alright, Zare?” “Yes. I survived...thanks to you.” I smiled weakly. “One soldier to another.” I tried to sit up, but my waist began aching and I sank back again with a gasp. “How...?” I groaned. “Are you still alive?” Hawkins finished. “Let’s just say you got lucky, Needa.”

It’s incredible how so much can happen in such a short amount of time. It turns out, despite all the odds, that we actually won the battle. Upon seeing me wounded and apparently dead, my soldiers drove the Rebels back, believing that they would avenge me. I’m so proud of them. My wounds will heal in time, but I’m just relieved that everyone else is safe. Including Zare. And believe me, if I can take a laser to the stomach for him once, I’d be more than willing to risk my life for his again.

Signed, Lorth Needa.

[arwenkenobi48]

~Imperial Diaries~ Episode 9: Waiting For Repairs

@animperialmarch Part 9. Slavin and Linus (OC) have to spend a day on Coruscant after their shuttle crashes.

Cue Music: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey

Dear diary,

My colleague Captain Slavin and I both got into a bit of a scrape today, concerning my command shuttle. We had just received a new assignment from Grand Admiral Thrawn and were on our way to the Chimera, when I decided to let Slavin do the driving. This would be considered a rather dumb move on my part (especially after Slavin almost died in a mysterious AT-DP related incident) but I figured that nothing could go wrong with such a clear course.

This turned out to be a terrible mistake, because as I noticed we were already taking a slightly wrong turn and heading towards the Kessel Run, there was a loud crashing, fizzing noise, followed by a tremor and an alarm blaring. The ship swerved to the left slightly and Slavin fell out of the pilot seat. “Ow!” He yelped. “What’s going on?”

“Marco, this is the last time I let you drive!” I groaned. Checking the computer, I gasped in terror. “We’ve lost the starboard engine!” “How?” Slavin asked. “Something’s caught in the machine. Looks like a Mynock or some other life form.” I gritted my teeth. “We’re gonna have to make an unscheduled stop.” 

And sure enough, we did. The nearest planet just happened to be Coruscant, so that was where we went. I swore to mysef that that was the last time I would let Slavin drive. I just about managed to land the shuttle, albeit in a rather wobbly way, outside a repair garage where a cute Theelin mechanic was working.

When she saw the state of the shuttle, the mechanic’s jaw dropped. “Holy smokes!” She exclaimed. “What did you do to the engine on that thing!?” “We didn’t do anything to the engine!” Slavin snottily replied. “We just used it to make a Mynock smoothie!” 

“How long are the repairs gonna take?” I asked, ignoring Slavin’s sarcastic comment. “Ah, it’ll probably take, say, 48 hours,” shrugged the mechanic. “48 hours!?” I shrieked. “No, 4 to 8 hours,” she replied. “So we’re stuck here until it’s fixed!? Great!” Slavin groaned. “Sorry, Marco,” I sighed. “Looks like we’ll have to stay on Coruscant all day.” 

So we decided we’d contact Thrawn and tell him everything. He actually took it better than I thought. “Very well, Captain.” He said. “The important thing is no one got hurt. Aside from the Mynock. You may return as soon as your shuttle is repaired.” “Understood, sir,” I said. Then, turning to Slavin: “Well, Marco, we’ve got some time to kill. Let’s go and see the sights, shall we?”

And that was how we ended up spending a day trip in Coruscant. Slavin, who’d spent his whole life there before joining the Empire, wasn’t all that enthusiastic. As far as he was concerned, it was old news. I, on the other hand, enjoyed every minute of it. The cityscape was simply breathtaking. The hum of speeders overhead and overlapping conversations in the crowds were like music to my ears. I’m so used to the quiet of the Empire and my own home planet that this was literally a whole new world to me. Had I a camera, I would have taken photos of every marvellous sight that met my eyes. 

I regret to say that our behaviour became a little unprofessional as time passed. Upon entering a cantina, Slavin immediately challenged me to a drinking contest. I tried to remind him that we had to keep our wits about us if we were to get the ship back to Thrawn, but all he said, indicating a glass of Vodka, was: “Ah, too strong for you, is it, Linus?” 

An hour or so later, we were both completely drunk. Slavin actually strutted up onto the stage where the Max Rebo band happened to be performing and the next thing I knew, he was dancing the tango with Pa’lowick singer Sy Snootles! I, on the other hand, ended up flirting with a droid under the impression that it was a Twi’lek girl! If any other Imperial personnel had seen us, neither I nor Slavin would have heard the end of it.

Eventually, after we’d both sobered up - and we both had terrible headaches from the alcohol - we returned to the repair shop and found the shuttle in tip-top condition. It honestly looked as good as new! “Thank you, ma’am,” I said as I payed the mechanic. “I really owe you one,” “No problem, sir,” She replied with a wink. “Might wanna avoid Mynocks from now on, right?”

I said that I would, and we left the glittering world of Coruscant behind us and returned to the Chimera. Whatever tomorrow may bring, I’m sticking with my resolution: I’m never letting Captain Slavin drive my ship ever again!

Signed, Captain Linus Hawkins

[arwenkenobi48]

Here he is, folks, my new Imperial Officer OC (can’t change the hat lolz) Captain Linus Hawkins!

What can I say? He’s an absolute cinnamon roll and I love him. He’s relentlessly loyal to the Empire and very supportive of his fellow officers and doesn’t take bantha poodoo from anyone! He’s worked with Tarkin several times, but prefers the employment of Thrawn, who he considers more forgiving. 

FYI, I didn’t mean to make him look so sexy with that unbuttoned uniform. I thought the game I used to make him had an option to put a shirt underneath it, but it didn’t so know he’s stuck looking all rugged and heroic. :3

I hope everyone likes this little cutie pie, because he’s getting his own Imperial March adventures soon! ;)

[arwenkenobi48]

Lash for OC bio thingy.

Yays! :D

Full Name: Just…Lash, really. Idk what other names he has :3

Gender and Sexuality: Agender/male. He’s skoliosexual (attracted to trans/nonbinary individuals)

Pronouns: He/him.

Ethnicity/Species: Dathomirian Zabrak/Nightbrother.

Birthplace and Birthdate: East Dathomir, 2nd September (in human months)

Guilty Pleasures: Trap music (or at least the SW equivalent of it) and he’s practically addicted to salsa dip. ;)

Phobias: Masks, ghosts and gore.

What They Would Be Famous For: Training Clone Troopers, taking Feral and other gentle souls under his wing (when he’s feeling generous) and some other things listed below.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Assassination attempts, smuggling, generally aggressive behaviour (hey, he’s just in it for the money tho)

OC You Ship Them With: Myra Zann, Mandalorian bounty hunter and ex-padawan. Well, they’re both bounty hunters so I guess they go together. Plus she has a thing for Zabraks. :3

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: My Imperial officer OC, Captain Linus Hawkins. He’ll try to, but I doubt he’d succeed.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Biographical, fantasy, historical.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When a character ‘dies’ but they really don’t and a forced romance.

Talents and/or Powers: Highly skilled in martial arts, Force sensitive, can see in the dark, quick reflexes, good aim, 

Why Someone Might Love Them: Lash is a very strong-willed, dedicated and honourable man. He has a strong dislike for the Sith and passionate about helping what he believes is a noble cause.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Lash, especially in the early years of his career, tends to be a fierce and hotheaded guy. He’s also constantly on the move and can’t stay in one place for long. 

How They Change: Learning that having someone to trust is vital and not to run away from who you are. He’s a bounty hunter in the Clone Wars and becomes an A-Wing pilot during the Rebels timeline. :)

Why You Love Them: He’s such a brave little soldier. Although he struggles to find where he belongs, he eventually does. So pure. He’s also my first Zabrak OC and a Nightbrother so that alone is reason enough for me to adore him. Bless his little golden hearts!

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~Imperial Diaries~ Episode 5: Tarkin’s Battle Injuries

@animperialmarch Part 5. Sometimes Tarkin has to learn not to be so hard on himself. (Slight gore warning.)

Cue Music: Nothing’s Fair In Love And War - Three Days Grace

Dear diary,

I have just survived a life-changing experience. I would have written this earlier, but I was still recovering from the events which transpired a few days ago, when I was in pursuit of a small Rebel fleet in the Outer Rim. Several Rebel ships were making their way across Lothal. I, with a squadron of TIE Fighters, had the Rebels on the run.

I’m not the kind of person of brag, but I daresay this would have been one of my most successful missions. If the Rebels had not caught me off guard. One of their ships flipped upside down and flew behind my shuttle, before hitting it at full firepower.

The engine immediately caught fire and as me and my crew held on for dear life, we spiralled downwards and crashed in the grasslands. The impact must have rendered me unconscious, because I don’t remember anything save blackness for quite some time. Then, the silence was disrupted by the voice of one of my men, Captain Linus Hawkins. “Tarkin! Tarkin!”

I gasped, opening my eyes. My head was throbbing and my right leg felt like it was on fire. My ears rang. “Governor Tarkin, can you hear me?” Linus asked. “I can hear you, Captain.” I murmured. Then, I remembered what we were doing there. “The Rebels! We have to stop-OW!” I sat up abruptly, but my head began pounding and I sank back to the ground.

“Sir, please, you’re hurt!” said Linus gently. It was at that moment, my vision finally came back into focus. I was lying beside the burning wreckage of my ship, flat on my back. I could taste blood in my mouth. I groaned, wiping my face on my sleeve, only to discover that my nose was bleeding. That wasn’t the worst of my injuries.

As Linus helped me to sit up, I saw the state of my leg. It was twisted at an unnatural angle and a huge gash ran down it. It was swollen and much to my disgust, I could see pus forming around the wound. My sense of duty, however, was first and foremost. “Captain, it’s just a flesh wound.” I shrugged, trying to stand. I collapsed into the grass again with a yelp of pain. “Tarkin, please. You’re in no condition to stand, let alone pursue the insurgents!” Linus pleaded.

“You don’t understand, Captain! They must be stopped!” “Governor-” “Listen to me, Hawkins! They mustn’t- Aaagh!” I shrieked again. Linus put his arm around me and helped me up. “Sir, it’s about time you listened to me. Stop giving orders for a few minutes and calm down. You need medical attention. I’ll carry you if I have to.” I felt too weak and was in too much pain to argue.

Even after I was taken to a medical ward and my leg was wrapped in a cast, I felt extremely miserable and I still do. I, Wilhuff Tarkin, Governor of the Outer Rim, had been shot down and almost killed by Rebel soldiers. I was automatically making the Empire look week by failing. At least I’m not dead. At least I can try again. That’s my point of view. Unfortunately, I doubt that Lord Vader will see it that way.

Signed, Wilhuff Tarkin.

Author’s Note: Captain Linus Hawkins is an OC of mine who’ll get his own diary entry at a later point. :)