#galactics / seventh sister / ic

[seventhsith]

so this was hux's new pet.

she had to admit, this figure wasn't what she'd been expecting. pale and striking, with a smattering of dark dots and lines that denoted nightsister, a rare sight in these times. but what was perhaps most surprising was not the sight of a presumed-extinct race, no - it was that this figure was decidedly not male. hm. considering how highly hux had spoken of this agent zed's work, she'd assumed, well, that there was perhaps something more than that going on. the inquisitor wasn't blind, although she was sure the ginger general often wished she were, and she knew how to listen, heard the rumors. so for an agent like this, well . . . she must be talented indeed to have won such unmarred praise from hux, of all people. and oh, intriguing that was.

"agent zed." she calls smoothly, slipping into stride with the spy, polished boots matching her pace. "how surprising to see you here. does business call, or pleasure?" there is implication in both, through a lilted tone.

@nightsfirst

[idonthaveanaccent]

Just a little rambling and then a few bands I really like and you should totally check out, so expand it if you wanna see them :)

I know this isn’t a normal update, I just have to talk about this with someone.

Music is a vital part of everyday life for me. Everything I do has a backtrack. If I’m not watching a show in my room, I have to have music playing. When I write I have headphones in, blasting music, like right now. To go to sleep and sleep easily I have to play music, ever since I was young I’ve done it. I can’t remember not falling asleep without music playing. Music even helps inspire what I write. 

Point is, I love music. 

However, I am extremely uncomfortable with sharing my music. My freshman year I was made fun of the type of music I listen to, which has evolved a bit in the 3-4 years since that time, however it hasn’t ventured too far. 

When I was eleven my parents gave me a windows phone with no sim card, but it had a music app. They downloaded a bunch of child friendly songs and it was the first time I could control what I listened to. Before I had an old MP3 which was filled with Disney songs, Anamaniacs tunes, and ABBA’s Golden Hits. I can sing all them by heart, dances are a fun time for me. Now, I could look up songs. 

My best friend was into the alternative scene as her sister is six years older than us and as such had a more ‘adult’ music sense. She introduced me to the classic bands, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, etc. I loved their music, we’d listen to it on the bus to middle school. However, as time went on, I began expanding my music taste. I got into My Three Days Grace, Shinedown, and other similar bands. Then, Freshman year came.

I remember the moment clear as day. I was working on my photography notebook the week before finals like the dumbass I was am, with Pandora open and listening to one of the many radios. Then, a song came on. It was by a band I hadn’t heard of before. It was called Bad Company, and the band was called Five Finger Death Punch. Now, little fourteen year old me was a little shocked by the name but the song wasn’t unlike anything I’d heard before. I decided I liked that song and favorited it.

A little while later more of their songs began popping up, but they were a little different. Heavier. Angrier. And I loved it. I don’t know what it was about the gruff vocals or pounding drum beats or glorious guitar solos, but I was hooked. I then moved onto Spotify and listened to their albums, headbanging all the way. This was my first experience with Metal, and you better believe I was a fan.

As time went on I explored more bands. Alesana, Asking Alexandria, Crown the Empire, A Day to Remember, Halestorm, Ghost, etc. I tried showing people my favorite bands but they made fun of my music taste, mimicking their screams whenever I looked up. It was disheartening, and I never wanted to share it again. Not until I knew they were okay with it. I had people tell me they were scared of that music, and asked me to never play it in front of them. You can see how that would make me never want to tell anyone about it, right? Well, I kept it to myself, electing to share music with only a few people, one being my friend. She always jokes about how she showed me Fall Out Boy and all them and then lost me along the way. 

During Junior year I discovered even more bands, including one of my favorites, Ice Nine Kills. Amazing band, you should definitely check them out, but the advertising comes later. My music taste also diversified a little and I began listening to softer bands, like grandson and The Ghost Club. 

Now, to the main show. My recent music taste.

It all began with one Instagram video. A meme video that really isn’t all that funny. I was actually just looking through what I saved and it happened to be in a  really small folder, so I clicked it. Here is the exact video

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A post shared by positive memes (@positive_and_negative_memes) on Feb 23, 2019 at 6:14pm PST

So I was interested the song and band and decided to look them up. What I found was simply...amazing.

Okay, here comes the advertising of my favorite bands :)

I. Gloryhammer

The first Power Metal band I discovered and still my favorite. Here’s how Gloryhammer describes themselves:

“And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead…“

That may seem confusing, and it is, but trust me, when I tell you a bit more, it will all make sense. 

So Gloryhammer is one of the best bands I have ever heard before. Their concept is absolute gold and is the only of its kind I’ve seen before. Basically, every single one of their songs tells a story of the Land of Fife. The Lead singer (Thomas Winkler) is Prince Angus McFife (the 1st and 13th), keyboard/backing vocals (Christopher Bowes) is the Evil Sorcerer Zargothrax, guitar/backing vocals (Paul Templing) is Sir Proletiues, leader of the warriors of Crail, drums (Ben Turk) is the Ancient Hermit Ralathor, and last but never least is bass/backing vocals (James Cartwright), the Mighty Hootsman! 

Each album follows a part in the epic saga, with three in total. The first album tells the story of the original Angus McFife the I whereas the next two follow his ancestor, Anguc McFife XIII. I don't want to give too much spoilers but let's just say that all three are filled with so much creativity and twists that it’s like listening to a movie! I cant even express how if you are looking for something to listen to that has dragons, goblin kings, evil sorcerers, hammers, and space, then this is the band for you! 

I am going to put one song by them down because you can only have five and I’m big mad about it.

Gloryhammer - Legends from Beyond the Galactic Terrorvortex

So yeah, that’s band numero uno!

II. Sabaton

What is there to say about Sabaton that hasn’t already been said... 

Unlike Gloryhammer, Sabaton is older, formed in the nineties. Here’s what they say about themselves on their website:

“In the nearly two decades since their launch, Swedish metallers Sabaton have carved out a reputation as one of the hardest working bands in the business – gaining a legion of loyal fans across the globe, delivering eight highly-rated studio albums (including two certified platinum-sellers), and scoring multiple industry award wins and nominations… not to mention launching their own annual festival and cruise.

Combining soaring power riffs with vocalist Joakim Brodén’s instantly-recognisable gruff baritone, the band refuses to be simply slotted into a genre. Fans need only know them as Sabaton: the heavy metal band that sings of real life wars and the people who played a part in them – of gruelling campaigns and dazzling acts of bravery, of magnificent victories and touching personal struggles – true stories more fantastic than any fiction,”

Sabaton is, as they stated, a band dedicated to sharing stories of true battles throughout history. On their website they even have a whole calendar dedicated to historic events, so you can see what happened in history on whatever day you’d like! 

As a huge history geek, this band is amazing. I would watch the World War documentary series before I went to bed in middle school because I thought all of that stuff was so interesting. If I didn’t love writing and English as much as I do then I’d go into a career where history was involved. They were actually a part of my Spotify Wrapped this year where I explored 27 of their songs, listened to six of their albums, and spent over 39 hours listening to just them this year. 

Unlike what I did before, I am just going to showcase three of my favorite songs by them because they have way too many albums and I’m sad to say I didn’t listen to all of them. 

The Lost Battalion - The Last Stand

Now, onto the third band and a good one too!

III. Powerwolf

I’m not a religious person, I grew up being taught all that stuff but I consider myself to be more agnostic rather than Christian or any of that stuff. But, if there’s one religious thing I don’t mind bumping its the Priests of Metal, Powerwolf! Here's what they have to say about themselves:

“After spilling gallons of blood and fighting tirelessly, after only two albums with Napalm Powerwolf shot straight to the pole position of the official German album charts (and another album made it into the top three!). After selling out venue after venue and thrilling bigger and bigger hordes of fans, the time is right for a new chapter: The Sacrament Of Sin which offers eleven metal psalms forged for all eternity!

Powerwolf entered Fascination Street Studios in Örebrö, Sweden starting in January 2018 to work on their seventh manifesto together with renowned producer Jens Bogren (Opeth, Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth). The result is brimming with the Germans` trademark sound, and yet the band have recorded their boldest and most adventurous album to date! ‘Where the wild wolves have gone‘ even marks the first ballad in Powerwolf history – whereas ‘Nightside of Siberia‘ does the exact opposite and turns out to be one of the heaviest tunes the fivepiece have ever written. ‘Incense And Iron‘ simply MUST be part of every future setlist with its folky nature and anthemic catchiness; and epic single ‘Fire & Forgive‘ brilliantly melts infectious melodies into timeless, heavy shredding. The Sacrament Of Sin overwhelms both with sophisticated songwriting and sheer aggression – and proves once more why Powerwolf are the one and only true high priests of heavy metal!,”

The band is made up of vocalist  Karsten Brill as "Attila Dorn", lead guitarist Benjamin Buss as "Matthew Greywolf", bassist/rhythm guitarist David Vogt as "Charles Greywolf", keyboardist Christian Jost as "Falk Maria Schlegel" and drummer Roel van Helden. 

They’re really awesome and here’s my favorite song by them.

Army of the Night - Blessed and Possessed 

Now onto the fourth band ;)...

IV. Brothers of Metal

Oh boy, if you thought the bands might’ve mellowed out a little then you are sorely unprepared for this glorious group...

When I was younger I was one of those Percy Jackson kids, but my love for mythology started long before I read one of those books. As I grew older I expanded my knowledge, moving away from Greek and Roman and into Norse and other mythologies. You can imagine my joy when I found Brothers of Metal. They have no Wikipedia or website so here’s what Spotify says about them:

“BROTHERS OF METAL consist of eight powerful Viking warriors that originates from the glorious kingdom of Falun, far up in the north. Falun is a mighty town that lies within the dark iron woods where only true metal warriors reside. BROTHERS OF METAL are known to most as the strongest metal band in the nine realms. 

Before time, our eight warriors would travel through the realms and protect the good folk against evil. It was one of those nights that the legacy of metal was born. They came home from some pretty intense giant slaying and felt the common urge for mead and entertainment. The mead was generously flowing from the teats of Heidrun, but the music was really bad. The warriors took what instruments they could find and started playing, thus they wrote their first song Son of Odin, creating a tribute hymn to the strongest god they knew. 

The mortals of the kingdom was so impressed with the music that they couldn't get enough, our warriors looked at each other and so a band was formed. Together they swor an oath to keep the flames of true metal burning and to continue to play until the earthlings had worthy entertainment of their own, it's yet to come,” 

They haven’t released a ton of music when compared to the bands I listed before them, but they are absolutely amazing! All their music videos make me chuckle and when I watch Q&A’s they’ve posted they feel so down to earth that a person whos probably a decade younger than them if not less/more can relate to them. All their music has to do with Norse Mythology, but here’s my favorite music video yet:

The Mead Song - Prophecy of Ragnarök

And yeah, that’s it!

I hope you all weren't too bored and I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this. It feels good to talk about my favorite bands. I’d love to put more videos in but Tumblr won’t let you so I guess we’re stuck with only one per band. I planned on doing three each but I guess that’s dead in the water. 

Oh well.

If you like any of this music/band honestly just reach out and talk to me, I love chatting about music. I don’t know a ton about the logistics or anything like that but we can share bands or songs or whatever. I sound really lonely which is true but please don’t feel shy.

See you all later! 

-Paige

[seventhsith]

starter for @fearlessskywalker // anakin skywalker

every child in the galaxy during the clone wars knew anakin skywalker. the hero of the republic, they called him. star of all the war holovids, blue saber flashing at he cut down droid after droid. young itava had never met him, only heard the stories, but his face was burned into her mind all the same. thus, she knew without a doubt that it was anakin skywalker who had just entered a ship across this backwater spaceport - she would stake her life on it.

that was anakin skywalker - the man he once was, not the man she had known, masked under black as darth vader, the man who had scared a galaxy ( and a mirialan child, more than ten years ago in her memory ).

without stopping to think, driven by instinct & anger, she strode across the worn metal floor, following his path up into the belly of his vessel. pulling her saber into her hands but not igniting it, she let her hood fall ( for what purpose she knew not - as she assumed by his youth that he would not recognise her face ) as she called out. "vader."

[seventhsith]

starter for @mistgeneral // aayla secura

oh, what a find here. the blue lekku were familiar, as was the face framed by them - jedi master aayla secura. odd to find her back here, although rewarding for her; another jedi to kill. itava vahgree had admired her, once, dreaming of apprenticing with the bold, bright warrior. but seventh sister had other dreams.

"master secura!" she called, saber still sheathed at her side. her voice was a mix of sing-song, ironic smile painting her dark lips. she was not expecting the twi'lek to recognize her - she had only been a child when they'd last met, and among swarms of crechemates at that - but was quite happy for that. let the jedi master figure it out - or don't. all the easier for her, then.

[seventhsith]

seventh sister was strong, cunning, ambitious. corva varys was anything but. 

the identity she’d chosen for herself in this new time was a beneficial one, but stars if it didn’t get on her nerves. all kindness and simpering, “yes master”s uttered from her lips, relics from a bygone era she’d never wished to speak to a jedi again, much less in a lesson.  it pained her, too, to hide her skill, using only simple blocks with her blue blade, lacking the animalistic grace and energy she was so used to sparring with. she longed for the old times, when she wasn’t just an inquisitor but a predator, violent and unreleased, revered and respected. not presumed dead, along with the rest. soon, though, she wouldn’t have to hide again, her status restored.

first, though . . . 

“excuse me?” she called, pitching up her voice into a softer, kinder tone, a hint of confusion at the edges. “could you help me with something?” 

the figure that stood down the hallway ahead of her was quite the familiar one, and she suppressed the grin that she so desperately wanted to unleash, at the sweet sight of him again. kanan jarrus, caleb dume. whatever he was calling himself didn’t matter, just that he was here. oh, how tempting it was to just strike out at him, impale him from behind before he could even sense it. but this plan needed restraint, so shove all her impulses down she would, and put on her best jedi face. ugh.

@xspectre-1​

[seventhsith]

this should have been exciting, not exhausting. the potential that came with having a senator at your fingertips, a mind to crack and flesh to bleed . . . it should have made her giddy. but, as she stepped into the lift ( aiya having replaced the inquisitor in padme’s cell ) her head swam. 

she barely cast a glance at the stormtroopers and officers that stood in the space, parting to let her enter. the black helmet she’d donned once more disguised her features, but underneath the casing, she could feel her lips falling into a soft frown, eyelids drooping. kriff, what was with her?

it wasn’t as if her time with the captured senator had gone poorly. in fact, it had gone wondrously well, for what she’d hoped to achieve. aiya would deal bruises, but she would leave the real scars, buried underneath skin. she tugged at her neckseal, making sure it was secure under her helmet, an old habit, and a valid one now. that scar was physical, as she’d shown padme. corded tissue and ravaged skin, a botched med-droid job. she’d always suspected it was on purpose, to leave her with a physical reminder like the rest, riddled with cybernetic limbs, and she’d told padme as much. regardless of whether it was true, it helped her point, so it was spoken. 

trilla had been the only other one to see it. they’d all witnessed the moment, of course, but the older human girl was the only one to watch the aftermath, consoling her as she’d sobbed - not yet a sister, but no longer itava vaghree - mind still filled with that unforgettable sensation of gasping for air, pleading for help, watching as no one came to her aid and stars filled her vision, nearly black by the end. 

and yet she’d chosen to stay, to serve. at first from fear, the sense of knowing that it was the only choice she had ( and besides, even if the jedi remained, she had no desire to rejoin them ), and then from hatred, so strong it at first felt as if it were consuming her, burning her from inside out, filling her with restlessness and rage. 

the one friend she’d had in that place was gone, and it was the fault of the jedi. before, training to kill them & chasing them down had been a job, an assignment. the killing had thrilled her, appeased some animalistic part of her, and that had frightened her so deeply, barely no longer a child, and one who was raised to believe that those feelings made her weak, made her despicable. that kind of conditioning was hard to get by, even when it meant life or death now.

after, though, she’d embraced it, released the fire that had enveloped her, throwing herself into her training and her work, pushing herself far harder than she ever had. she would win the fight that trilla had lost, strike down cal kestis and cere junda - names she recited to herself every night before she slept, as to ensure they remained seared into her memory - and win vader’s favor. it was no longer for safety or survival; it was personal, and the woman she’d become, molded by fate and pain, reveled in it. she was not that weak little girl relying on party tricks that the grand inquisitor had found in that coruscanti alleyway, she would never be again. she would never feel that way again, scared out of her mind and trembling, unsure of her future. for she was in command of it now, made her own fate. fuck the stars’ design.

except, she had felt that way, a little more than a week ago. and she’d been laughed at for it, too, by the one person she’d trusted to never treat her that way, the person she’d thrown all her young, naive hope into, her only solace for years. and she’d stood there and laughed. 

and force, how it had hurt. all of it. even laying her eyes on the other inquisitor for the first time had sent pangs through her heart, and the more they’d talked, the worse she’d felt. it had been stupid, really, to let trilla affect her that way. foolish. childlike. 

she had been thirteen again, invisible hands around her throat. fifteen, toasting trilla’s death and holding back tears. twenty-six, maul’s crimson weapon slicing towards her. because it was vader who had taken trilla, not a pair of violent jedi. how could she have been so blind not to see it, not to realize? vader, who took pleasure in maiming the inquisitors, in striking them down before their comrades for a moment of failure. of course he’d killed trilla. bury the liability and build a new asset from her bones.

and, like a good little girl, that’s what she’d become. dutiful, savage, a star among mediocre companions. exactly what he’d wanted her to be. 

if only itava vaghree could see her now.

[seventhsith]

🎧

killer queen / / mad tsai

she’s a motherfucking killer queen, she sold her soul at 17 / a beautiful and broken mess / she’ll fill your heart with kerosene / and light you up 'til you can't breathe / if you break her heart you just might meet your end

[seventhsith]

“Your overconfidence is your weakness.” ( from kallus ! )

“wasn’t it yours, fulcrum?” she eyes him with distaste, the knowledge of his betrayal learned upon her arrival once again to the empire, having inquired on the whereabouts of those she had once called allies. “it seems you haven’t yet learned that lesson, hm? you’re bold, i’ll give you that.”

[seventhsith]

“You cannot escape your destiny.” (from maul)

she laughs with a hard edge, sharp teeth flashing white as she grins at the horned sith, an edge of mirth mixed with hard ambition in her eyes. “isn’t that what we’ve already done?” herself and so many others had been pulled from their deaths - who knew, perhaps he had, too. “i’m standing in front of you. that’s proof enough.”

[seventhsith]

“We won’t get another chance at this.”

"i can see that." wry words bleed from her lips as she watches the republic guards below their vantage point, mind already whirring with a plan of approach ( one she was sure aphra was planning on improvising ). the two former servants of vader had drastically different reasons for being at this site, but she would not curse the fate that had connected them. the archaeologist had proved useful to the empire in the past; she would likely be so again. "i doubt you can come back from the dead twice. we'll have to be careful."

[seventhsith]

“We won’t get another chance at this.”

"no, we won't." yellow eyes slit, chin dipping with a subtle nod in agreement. "that's why i intend to make the best of this opportunity." their numbers were dwindling, death or defection poisoning the once-plentiful pool of inquisitors that had brought so much fear to the galaxy during palpatine's reign. they had been destroyed before; she would not allow them to be so again. "we'll have our revenge. skywalker, kenobi, jarrus, tano . . . not one jedi will stand against us again."

[seventhsith]

❛  i was your willing accomplice , honey .  ❜ - From Eighth

"in life and in death, it appears." his sister teases, a rare warm smile on her lips. "then and now." pale green hands cup his face, one slender finger tapping his nose in a childlike manner, playful. "you look good, all things considered."

[seventhsith]

❛ feels like you’re letting your hands off the wheel . ❜

"and what if i am?" she questions with a raised brow, narrow look pointed the general's way. "unlike you, i don't need to control every miniscule aspect of life around me. i find it tends to make things quite boring." so what was living without a little chaos? it was very un-imperial of her, but she wasn't quite imperial any more, now was she? life was no longer neat lines and polished armor ( although that habit did die hard ).

[seventhsith]

malak says ... ❛  luckily for you , i’m patient .  ❜ 

"well," she replies, stepping closer to malak with a catlike slink, "i'm not." she studies the once-jedi with a curious smile, yellow eyes blinking slow. "so, i think it's best you tell me what you want." she is curious to hear from him, truly, although she'd prefer the words were quicker from his tongue.

[seventhsith]

❛  do  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜ ( from

"i do, actually." she responded, arms folded across her chest, chin raised almost defiantly. "why, does that make you mad?" of course it did. that's why she'd said it. her tone was mocking, patronizing, the smugness clear.

[seventhsith]

❛  why  do  these  things  always  happen  to  me ?  ❜ (From Eighth)

"because you deserve it, brother." she teased, one corner of her dark mouth turning upwards at the familiar banter, easing back into having him around. it had only been a few months, but still, she'd missed having someone else still on her side who knew her so well, shared the same goals. she thought she'd had that with trilla, but as life seemed to always do, she'd been let down. no matter. as competitive she could get with eighth, she couldn't deny that he was a strong ally, as well as a trusted one. that combination was rare these days.