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sinisterexaggerator · 23 days ago

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Do Not Disturb

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka (Banaka)

It was a rule: don’t bother him while he’s out on a job. Hondo seemed to think the rules didn’t apply to him, often breaking them without hesitation. It was his own fault for lettin’ him get away with it—but not this time. This time, Bane had deactivated his public channel, and it was only public if you knew his frequency. He had others, ones he kept to himself for the shadiest of deals—everybody had a secret or two they guarded against loved ones, didn’t they?

Notes/Warnings: This is a fic based on an already established relationship! This is SMUT. It is also CRACK and meant to be funny! Expect roughhousing, kissing, penetration, innuendos, dirty humor, and GAY OLD MAN SEX. I am using the Justifier, and Hondo is still on Florrum, so let's pretend this would happen around season 5 or 6 of the Clone Wars, hmm?

Special thanks to @allsystemsblue for helping me figure out Sriluurian curse words, for her thoughts about Hondo in general, and for being my cheerleader!

Word count: 7.2k

Ao3

THERE WILL BE A PART TWO.

In his line of work, nappin’ was a luxury. Between scores, the droid manned the ship, or the ship manned itself, set to autopilot, directed by coords Bane had personally calculated.

The mind of a Duros was built for, among other things, astrogation and mathematical computation, but at the expense of a few hours’ sleep before it could be deemed possible. Equations just didn’t solve themselves. Hell, the computer could do it for him, but Bane was a stickler for checking things twice—it was how he'd stayed alive so long, and he couldn’t afford to quit now.

Minus the loose ends that needed tidying, the Duros was comin’ down off his last hunt like a drug addict off an incredible high, his pockets lined with creds and a satisfied smile daring to linger, the man finding himself to be as smug as a rich kid on Life Day.

Sometimes, things went so well it was suspicious, though he decided to let that funny feelin’ slide, oblivious to the misfortune that was about to befall him like some dunderheaded bantha-brain, failing to reactivate his comms in a manner that was timely.

It was just as well, hyperwaves were both hard to receive and transmit in the bowels of deep space, though Bane had all but forgotten his promise in the paroxysm of his exhaustion. How many rotations had it been? How many weeks had passed since he had last spoken to the pirate? He hadn’t kept count, not while he was in hot pursuit of a bounty with a hefty price on their head, one that was as wily as they were agile, sending Bane on a wild-goose chase from one end of Giju to the other.

And Bane was a private man. Nothing had changed, even if Hondo had wished it to. Bane wasn’t necessarily an old dog, but to retrain him was nigh impossible—the Quay would tell you that himself, tell anyone who would listen, frills bristlin’ every time his lover was unreachable.

The here and now was no different in the scheme of things, the only variable being the fluctuations of a certain scoundrel’s mood. The hunter had poured himself a measure from his personal stash, taken off his duster, and demanded his droid piss off as he kicked his feet up, soon finding himself dozing at the helm of his ship.

And Todo had warned him; had told him he had messages queued, waiting; seemed adamant about their importance, but Bane was in no rush, marching to the beat of a different drum, one that was stubborn and unyielding.

It was some hours later, his hat tipped low over his eyes, shielding him from the backdrop of realspace and those damn floodlights that shone ever so brightly, when he finally yawned. Ohnaka would’ve said he looked like a took’—teeth and all—as his arms stretched wide toward the hull before drifting back down.

Blue fingers itched the Nashtah-hide at his belly, though it was pointless. Nothin’ could get through there. Bane sat in silence, reacclimating to his surroundings, finally able to recall the first of ten equations that would carry him the ninety-six standard hours toward Florrum from his place in the Colonies, having parked himself temporarily at an orbiting waystation somewhere off the Rimma Trade Route.

It was only then he figured he’d loop him in on his whereabouts—no use mentioning it before now, knowing the pirate would make a fuss about the length of his trip, askin’ questions like “when are you coming home, my darling?” or makin’ him feel guilty by stating how much he had missed him.

It wasn’t that Bane didn’t miss him; Hondo was a distraction. It was hard to keep one’s mind clear, focused and alert when it mattered most if he didn’t cut him off. He couldn’t recall how many times he’d sent him naked holos when he least expected it, thinking he might save some of them as blackmail for if the pirate ever double-crossed him.

That wasn’t even the worst of it, it was the vids, the clips of Ohnaka in his office, spread-eagle while jerkin it, whispering obscenities, thinking Bane might enjoy his crude display. They’d argued over it once or twice. Hondo felt he was doing him a service for if he felt alone, perhaps thinkin’ he might one day receive something in return.

It was only when one such holo came through durin’ a meeting with none other than that gasbag Dooku that he’d nearly given up his ghost, not wantin’ to be seen in anything other than a professional light. Not to mention, Bane knew he had a bone to pick with the pirate; it was something he refused to talk about, but he hadn’t spoken to the Quay for weeks, and his poutin’ had been plain awful. He almost rather endure a conversation with Kenobi than to go through that again.

Still, he ought to check in, not allowing for his personal life to interfere with business. Leaning forward toward his comm display, the Duros would witness a series of blinking lights, red like that of his eyes, screaming silently for him to pay attention. He had a bad feelin’ about it, and he was usually right when something didn’t sit well in his gut, staring at the rapidly flashing bulb as it winked at him; taunted him; urged him to press the button just beneath it—the one that would play back all his pending messages.

“Greetings, my friend! I have been trying tu reach you about your speeder’s extended warranty, please return my comm as soon as you are able,” the first message began, Bane rolling his eyes at the pirate’s cheap joke, though he had to admit it was a tad amusing.

The next one wasn’t much better.

“Knock, knock. Who es dere, you may ask? Why, not Bane, of course, for he has refused tu return my call! Soon, ah, my love? I impatiently await tu hear your voice once more.”

The hunter sighed, wondering just how many of these he was going to have to subject himself to, though he dare not skip through them, or it might lead to him potentially losing out on a job. Maybe someone other than Hondo had commed him, though he had his doubts, shaking his head as he took note of the Weequay’s tone. It was progressively sounding more and more bitter, as if that would make Bane want to call him back.

“Bold of you tu continue tu ignore me when so many desperately wish tu seek an audience with me. Dey cannot be blamed, nu? Yet et feels like eons since we have spoken. I am not happy, Bane, but I will excuse dis your slight. Consider yourself lucky I bother tu try—and I du know someting of luck, ah?”

Bane would have almost felt guilty had the scoundrel’s words not come out as more of a warning than a petition for his consideration. And perhaps he was lucky. Not many dared to keep his company, nor put up with his special brand of bullshit, Ohnaka being one of the few to share his table, and his bed with the Duros, Cad having found himself all too comfortable, so comfortable, he wondered if he had begun to take him for granted. There were worse things, he supposed.

“Yetsut (Prick)! Embibatum (Deserter)! So wicked you are, savage! A terrible boy. I should want tu have nothing tu do with you! And yet… I find myself aching en ways endescribable, both en my heart and en my loins … Hurry back, Bane, lest you find I nu longer wish tu receive you upon your return.”

Bane’s brow ridge furrowed. Of all the fibs, that one outshined all of ‘em. He wasn’t sure what he had said, only picking up on a few Sriluurian words here and there in their time together, but he thought it must equate to asshole, the Duros snorting at how ridiculous he sounded when he got all riled up over nothin’.

But maybe it wasn’t for nothin’. It was clear as day that the Quay rather lose a limb than be apart from him, so the next message that came through was really no surprise at all, except for its delivery.

“WHY DU YOU HATE ME?!”

Bane jumped back, so loud was his query that he nearly lost his hat. This time, Hondo had recorded himself, the pirate’s face so close to the emitter Bane thought he could see the whites of his eyes.

“Why du you forsake me, de man who loves you? Should I return tu Aurra?” the holo whined. Bane blinked, then squinted at the tiny blue outline; he wouldn’t dare.

The man was crying, his sniveling and the sound of him blowing his nose dominating the one-sided conversation. Hondo waved a handkerchief for what Bane assumed was dramatic effect, the Duros folding his arms, refusing to buy into his charade.

“After everyting I have done for you, you cannot simply allow me your face tu be seen, tu hear your voice, or tu witness you touching yourself tu de thought of me—et es not right!”

Bane was tempted to fast-forward, realizing that Hondo’s diatribe was likely to go on for several minutes. Listening to his pleading at twice the normal speed, while watching the erratic hand gestures that accompanied his speech, only made it all the more humorous.

“Etesclearyoudunotcareformeonebit, disinowknowwithoutashadowofadoubt, butperhapsmyprickcanconvinceyouwhennothingelsewill,ah?”

Bane almost fell out of his chair when a shot of the pirate’s cock dominated his view, catching himself just in time before he teetered backward. “Fer kark’s sake!”

Letting the holo continue to play back, Bane witnessed all manner of things, things he wouldn’t repeat outside this room, slowing the recording back down when he felt he was nearing its end.

“… I am divorcing you! And du not bother tu come back!”

Bane snorted; they weren’t even married, for cryin’ out loud! Somehow, he had expected more, for the Weequay to have changed his mind. The timestamp read this last comm was transmitted more than four days ago, and Hondo hadn’t bothered to send anything else since.

The Duros’ mouth twitched. He sat there, the gears of his mind turnin’, having dealt with Ohnaka’s mood swings on more than one occasion, they nearly trumped his own.

Had he eaten that day? Was he tendin’ to himself in his absence? Had he run out of his favorite smokes, the ones that made him feel good? Was he experiencing an especially low, low? Had he talked to his mother?

Bane sighed again, this one to excess, his lungs expanding and contracting to their full extent. He rubbed the entirety of his face in the palm of his hand, reaching for the bottle he had left out earlier.

“Better get dhis over wid,” he thought, steeling himself. After downing another two fingerfuls of whiskey, he dialed Hondo’s frequency back on Florrum.

It rang and rang, Bane growing more sour by the second. Just what kind of game was he playin’? He nearly disconnected when the pirate finally picked up, or someone did, a pair of youthful, feminine legs filling the frame before they shrank back with a giggle, disappearing somewhere offscreen.

Bane felt his temper rising, steam threatening to shoot out of his ear cavities, the Duros baring his fangs at the image of Hondo who sat like royalty, his hair loose, full, and streaming down his back as he held what looked like a small mirror within his hand.

“Oh, et es you,” he said in a bored, bland tone. His helmet was off, his goggles were gone, and his coat was nowhere to be found.

“Who de hell was dhat?!” Bane growled, pitching forward in his seat.

“Heh, et es nooo concern of yours. We both know you don’t really care,” Hondo claimed dismissively, wafting a hand.

“Ah’s werkin’, ye cheatin’ piece a shit!”

The Weequay smiled a terrible smile, his cheeky grin spreading from one ear to the other. “Come, now. You could not spare a moment of time for me? I du not see why you are so upset. Dis es what you wanted, ah? For me tu move on with my life?”

“Yer dead te me, and whoever dhat bitch is, she’s gonna be next!”

Bane heard the woman gasp. Hondo’s mood changed yet again, in real-time. It was evident he now felt he should pacify the Duros; Bane always made good on his threats.

“My heart, wait, I—”

“—No, ye wait! Fer me te get dhere! Yer gonna see just how much it’s gonna cost ye—fer when ye decide te mess wid me!”

“But Bane, I was only kidding! She es my—"

The Duros cut the comm. “—hairdress … er. Ah. Hm.”

Hondo turned his head once the holoprojector went dark on Bane’s end, looking up at the terrified woman. “Iiiii suppose et es time tu put you en hiding until dis all blows over, my dear. But.” The Weequay fluffed out his mane of hair, letting it rest against his back and shoulders. “First you oil and reset my braids, yes?”

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The hyperdrive of the Justifier worked overtime, the assault transport having enough fuel to get Bane to Florrum without needing to stop to fill up. Todo had done all he could to quell Bane’s anger, but he didn’t want it to be quelled, he wanted to stay furious, indignant at the Quay’s behavior, but worst of all, his perceived betrayal.

And it wasn’t just that he was angry. Bane had other feelings over it, complicated ones, ones he rather not share with anyone, but that were obvious should you know him well enough—and Hondo did—jealousy being at the top of the list.

Ohnaka’s men wanted nothing to do with Bane as he landed before the entrance to their fortress home, Weequay scattering like sandflies to all four corners, though keeping a wary eye on him. Some might say their species lacked intelligence; Bane would argue against that point at the end of his blaster, but no matter what the case, they knew well enough to stay out of his way.

Fury marked his features, the bounty hunter’s duster fluttering behind him as he stormed the pirate’s den, ignoring any dirty looks; any raised weapons; any whispers that accompanied his forward stride. He had barely ventured beyond the entrance to the grand hall when he saw Ohnaka seated upon his dais, though he did not look happy, ring-bedecked fingers drumming along the surface of a table. He perked up immediately upon seeing the Duros, barring his current disposition. No doubt he thought he would be able to subjugate his sullen mood.

“Finally, you have arrived!” Hondo began, standing to sweep around the table’s edge, his arms open and hands spread as if in greeting, though Bane had made it clear as to what he should expect.

“I was beginning tu wonder if you were indeed com—”

A hand cut off the king of pirate’s oxygen supply, Bane’s lengthy fingers curling themselves around Hondo’s throat. He did not so much as acknowledge the barrels of blasters that rose to meet him, the drawing of swords, or even the aim of a slingshot, knowing none of their ilk would be any match for him.

Even so, Hondo bade them to lower their weapons with a single wave of his hand. All complied, whether they wanted to or not, the pirate forcing a smile as he was pushed back against the banquet table resting just behind him.

“Darling, I du not mind dis, but ef I may so say, your grip es a little tight according tu my preference.”

“Where is she?” Bane hissed, the fine points of his teeth millimeters from Hondo’s face.

“Who, my love? My hairdresser?”

Bane shoved Ohnaka back with only a fraction of his might, though capable of truly harming him should he decide to do so. “De karkin’ girl who’s gigglin’ on dhat holocall,” he growled, “de one wid de long legs!”

“Yes, dat would be—well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you. She does a good job, does she not?” Hondo flipped one freshly oiled and set braid across his shoulder, running his fingers along the length of its many plaits. “We all know what happens when someone displeases you.”

“She ain’t de only one Ah’m displeased wid!” the Duros sneered, grasping Hondo by his chin. Bane’s fingers locked tightly around his jaw, slipping between the scoundrel’s frills. Then, he hovered close, his fiery eyes nearly boring through the pirate’s goggles. His olfactory organs sensed the perfumes, the oils, and something else—another Weequay—a female.

“Lettin’ her put her hands all over ye,” the hunter snapped, glaring as much as he was frowning. It took all of Ohnaka’s self-control not to smile again, knowing that Bane wasn’t actually angry, he was simply feeling territorial, and he thought he might be able to use it to his advantage, not to mention it was a bit of a stroke to his ego to top it off.

“Not all over, just my head, my neck … my shoulders, perhaps. Ears.”

Bane glared harder, his eyes forming slits. Hondo felt a tremor run down his spine, knowing full well that Bane favored his ear’s tapered tips and loved to fondle them from time to time.

“Ye done wid me? Ye fool enough te try an’ dump me ova de comm? Knowin’ Ah’s werkin? Knowin’ Ah told ye te be patient? Dhen ye go and get a girl te touch what’s mine?”

The pirate sulked, knowing the gunslinger could hardly stand his pouting, yet he felt his sadness returning, having only said those things out of desperation to see him, to hear his voice … which he was able to do so now, but not in the capacity he wished. Of course, it was truly flattering to be told he belonged to Bane, yet his pouting continued, nonetheless.

“I dedn’t really mean dose tings …”

Bane bristled, holding onto his anger despite his confession.

“I missed you, my love. I was hurt when you ded not comm me back.”

This seemed to have the opposite effect than the one he intended, Bane dragging him up to nearer his height by the edge of his ornate collar. Hondo’s feet nearly left the floor as he dangled there, at the mercy of his grasp.

“Ye play too god damn much!”

“Everyone …” Hondo said gravely, his tone turning dark, his voice somber, “out.”

Both men waited for the room to clear, some of the pirates lingering longer than others, giving fretful glances between one another, or elbowing each other as they snickered and leered.

“Ya know they’s gonna fuck!” one Quay shouted, though neither Bane nor Hondo budged, refusing to deny or refute his claim, or to agree.

Once his grand hall was empty, Hondo placed a hand softly against Bane’s belly. It was something that normally calmed him down, the simple gesture doing him wonders in that it released a high level of Oxytocin into his system, promoting feelings of calm and relaxation.

“Forgive me,” he begged.

This time, his tactic did not work.

Hondo gasped, Bane becoming nothing more than a flurry of tongue and teeth, smacking his helmet with the wide brim of his hat. He felt the Duros’ cuspids dig into the flesh of his neck, piercing his scales, Cad latching on as if to feed.

The Weequay whimpered before his whining turned into a lecherous moan, knowing that Bane had broken skin but caring nothing of it, as it wasn’t the first time—he had many scars and marks leftover from his lover, what was one more?

“Bane…” the pirate groaned, his instincts instructing him to rest one hand on the back of his head, his black skullcap. Truth be told, Ohnaka hated the hunter’s form of dress—it was so constricting, always in his way when he desired to touch him most. He felt his toes curling in his boots, Cad’s bite one to be relished, savored, something so pleasurable nothing else compared.

His prick throbbed; he felt Bane pull harder, the Duros’ slim fingers wandering down below his belt to caress Hondo’s swollen cock through his pants. He was already leaking, his tip wet as he thought he might blow any second, but no, he would not allow that to happen. There was too much at stake—him being properly laid.

Just when Ohnaka thought he could take no more, Cad pulled away, his elongated eyeteeth coated in black, the color of the Weequay’s blood.

He forced Hondo to kiss him, pink and onyx coiling together in a provocative dance. Having marked him, Bane sought to assert his dominance even further, pressing the pirate’s back into the table once more.

“Tell me yer a liar,” Bane rasped, pushing the edge of his thumb into the Weequay’s mouth. The slut in him began to suck, twirling his tongue over blue flesh, trailing up once he reached the top of his cutoff glove.

“For you, I will be anyting, darling.” Hondo took the time to lift his goggles, placing them higher up on his head, just below the edge of his helmet. His eyes were sparkling, like radiant crystals. Bane seemed enthralled, but for a moment; he would not allow himself to be taken in by his charm, his spell.

And the Duros did not approve his answer, that much was apparent from the way he continued to bare his fangs like some wild animal. Hondo sometimes thought it difficult to know what to say or when to say it, the hunter being as volatile as he was dangerous, not to mention sexy.

Secretly, he loved to make Bane angry, at least to the point he did not fear for his life, though he doubted his love would actually harm him, but one could never be too sure. There was something about it—the unchecked fury, the rise in his temper, the deeply resonate growl of his voice—that made Hondo so inexplicably aroused. He had always been a fan of high-risk men, and women, or for risk in general—it had a bigger payout, for one, and to love someone like this Duros was at his own peril, a risk he was more than willing to take.

“Whore,” Bane sneered, manipulating Hondo’s limbs without his say-so, twirling him about-face to wrench off his coat. The pirate gave a little yelp of excitement. He wasn’t sure if he was engaging in dirty talk or actually accusing him of cheating. Whatever the case, the Weequay smiled, even as Bane bent him over, beginning to unbuckle his pants from behind.

“No one’s te touch ye, naht even yer hair. Ah’ll do yer braids from now on, ye hear me?”

Had he seen the pirate’s expression, Bane may have laughed in that adorable, honking way of his, Hondo’s mouth having formed a nearly perfect “o” before it stretched wide, curling up at the corners. His eyes joined in, almost smiling in their own right, angled slits narrowing mischievously as the reality of what Bane had just said sunk in.

What he needed now was to protest, albeit lamely. To give just enough backtalk that Bane would have his way with him, not that he wasn’t already.

“But Bane, du you even know how tu braid? Sah—” He paused, almost giving the girl’s identity away. It was too soon for that, though he supposed he might be forced to tell eventually that it was Sahmet. Hondo mostly kept her around to mix him drinks. He quickly turned the first three letters of her forename into another word, one that would make sense. “Sah … ome. Some find et … difficult. And you du not even have hair on which tu prac—”

“—said Ah’ll do it!” Bane snapped viciously, whisking Hondo’s pants down to his ankles in one fell swoop. He was rather quickly assaulted by a breeze, having gone commando this fine evening. Most evenings. He hated wearing undergarments unless absolutely necessary.

Bane knew this, his frigid hand coming up and beneath Hondo’s undercarriage to cup his balls in its broad palm. The contrast in temperature was so sudden, Hondo involuntarily shuddered at the same time he moaned lasciviously, unable to control his reaction for how good it felt, no matter if Bane could crush his fragile testes like a pair of nuna eggs should he desire to do so.

The Quay gave a wry chuckle. “Careful, love! Du not ah … damage de Ohnaka family jewels, ah?”

While Duros’ sex organs resided inside themselves, Weequay’s did not. It was no wonder Cad could wear trousers that were so tight, the hunter practically poured into them, not that he was complaining about the view.

“Gonna damage somethin’,” Bane spoke low, Hondo’s breath hitching as he felt the Duros’ skinny hips press firmly against his backside.

“Hopefully… someting dat es easily repaired.”

“Ye never learned how te keep dhat mouth shut.” Hondo heard a clink, a soft grinding of metal, the rustling of fabric—and finally, the telltale sound of a thermosuit being rearranged, pried apart, reminiscent of wet rubber. He knew what would happen next, his scales teeming in anticipation.

“Dere es one way tu keep me quiet,” the pirate dared, his sexual innuendo not lost on Bane. Then, Hondo hissed through his teeth, something soft and cold fondling his ball sac, something that was saturated in a gooey, sticky substance that also doubled as wonderful lube.

“Please, darling, be gentle wit me …” The pirate wanted his back blown out.

“Ye know de werd.”

Hondo felt another something tickling his hole; the Duros had two pricks. He wondered if that had something to do with his piss poor attitude, too much testosterone, perhaps, though even so—Hondo was thankful every day.

Bane was … fun to fuck. There was no other way to describe his feelings, the Duros being a rarity among his kind for more than one reason, the ways in which they made love seeming to be endless, and never boring.

Jarring him from his thoughts, Hondo felt his neck being pressed upon as if by a weight, the Duros’ fingers lodged tightly around the pirate’s nape. He felt his face meet with solid wood, the breadth of Bane’s palm smooshed against flesh and frill to the point Hondo thought he could well be in a vise.

Then, the sound of leather, Hondo freed temporarily as the hunter’s gloves came off, Bane tossing them onto the table next to his head. Hondo’s excitement was hardly containable, a hard slap given to the fat of his rump. The pirate grunted before a sigh of longing overtook him—he ached for him—warranted by the swirling of his index finger, Cad circling Ohnaka’s rim with its padded tip.

“Du not tease, my love,” the eager Weequay scolded. Bane snickered, collecting a small quantity of his own cocks’ slick, wetting his hand.

“Do what Ah want,” he shot back, though he would not make him wait much longer, Bane’s long, lithe, lank forefinger broaching his entrance to its first of three knuckles; Duros had an extra phalanx that made this kind of thing all the more enjoyable.

An intake of breath. Hondo batted his lids before they gently closed. “Of course, how silly of m—”

Bane slid further inside before slipping back out, back and forth, the pirate left unable to speak—for once—as Bane prepped him for admittance.

Hondo felt him push lightly against his prostate. “Exquisite,” he thought.

He did not have time to think much else, Bane retracting his knobbed digit for one of his tentacular cocks to slowly begin to penetrate his ass. It slithered its way up inside him in increments, like a snake searching for something—prey—filling his rectum with an indefinable, uncharacterizable pressure a little bit at a time—a kind of pressure that he never ceased to get tired of.

Hondo dug his nails into the table’s surface, finding himself lifting his bottom as high as it would go at this vantage, even putting his back into it, wanting to wholly expose himself. Cad fit him like a glove, his body’s self-lubrication more than enough to usher him in—like an old friend he had long since missed.

“Bane.” He whispered his name this time, like a prayer, arching his lumbar region as he spread his legs wider.

“Predictable,” the Duros jeered, his sweet-smelling breath—laced with Ambrian cheroot; cloves—titillating the pirate’s ear as much as his deeply sonorous, rasping voice, “always wantin’ te get fucked.”

The Duros’ slender hips drove him forward, Bane’s malleable dick fully engorged with green blood and stretching Hondo wide, entombing itself to its base. He was admittedly careful—at least in the beginning—Hondo was thankful for that too, able to take his entire girth alongside rapid pants and salacious moans, each rib and crest of his comely cock sending a bolt of pleasure straight down through his belly toward his groin.

“Es dat what you call dis?” the bastard teased, aware of just what an insult like that might do. He was prepared to receive the consequences and then some, knowing the “and then some” might equate to double trouble—Ohnaka’s little pet name for Cad’s genitals when he was feeling in a funny mood.

The Duros sizzed menacingly in his ear, ramming his sinewy frame against Hondo’s that was more robust. Still, Bane’s legs were strong from all those acrobatics, all that training—it was nothing to shake a laser sword at, the bounty hunter having powerful muscles enough to force another lust-filled moan to spill from Hondo’s lips without much effort.

Bane thought he ought to be embarrassed.

Then, something that felt nearly like a tongue licked at Ohnaka’s taint, causing the pirate’s very bones to shiver down to their marrows, his own prick bouncing in time with every one of Bane’s violent thrusts.

It was pain and pleasure, followed by more pain as Cad sunk his fangs once again into Hondo’s throat—this time from behind. At the same time, his second cock slipped upward, just a little higher, lapping at his balls, leaving a cool, slimy trail in its wake.

“Beg yer pardon?” Bane seethed, his displeasure ostensible, the Duros’ sharp teeth raking across his earlobe next, threatening to bite there, too. Hondo was doing everything in his power not to blow his load too soon, lest he regret it forever and a day.

“I ded not realize you had already entered me, Bane,” came his snide reply, followed by a brief interlude of chuckling. “Es dat all you have got, ah?”

The pirate was playing with fire, though he wished to be burned oh-so badly.

A snarl—Hondo felt the Duros withdraw—had he gone too far? Would Bane leave him like so many times before, throwing what Hondo considered to be a tantrum? Preferable to death, of course, though Bane did not retreat, only from his innards, Cad spinning him back around so that they were face to face, and what a face it was.

Hondo grinned sadistically like the devil he was, yet he reveled in studying his love’s weathered and worn scales; his many scars; the beautiful way his eyes glinted though full of animosity; the points of his fangs. “Ded I touch a nerve?” he dare ask.

Bane threw him backward, shoving him flat onto the table by his throat. Hondo barely had time to gasp before Bane was dragging him back by the ankles, pulling his ass all the forward so that it hung off the edge.

“Oh, ho!” the pirate interjected, his smile growing wider. Bane was aware this type of thing gave the scoundrel a thrill, whether he meant to indulge him or not. And he was so much scarier than Aurra, though Bane had honor. Still, he knew even the Duros had his limits, that there were only so many buttons he could push.

“I like where dis es going!” Ohnaka teased, pulling an irritated growl from the gunslinger amid him lifting both the Weequay’s legs. He had gathered them together at the shins in one ginormous hand, pushing them back and over Hondo’s helmeted head, locked tight together. Hondo had an unobstructed view of Bane’s stacked cocks should he peer around his own thighs, the one residing on bottom seeming to take up a life of its own.

“Dhat right?” the Duros asked with a questioning lilt, though it wasn’t meant for him to answer. Bane’s tone was beyond aggressive—livid—a sinuous appendage finding its way back into the warm depths of Ohnaka’s rectum, only this time he did not bother to graciously take his time.

Hondo felt his prick couldn’t be any more erect, almost painfully so, its head taut and shimmering, beads of precum seeping from out his slit. Bane dropped the pirate’s legs atop his shoulders, and Hondo scrambled to wind them tight, pulling him toward him as much as he was holding Bane hostage deep inside him. The Duros’ cock snaked up, up, then prodded at that small, sensitive gland just below his bladder. The feeling was almost too much for the Quay to bear.

Hondo’s eyes began to roll; Bane gave a short, obnoxious little laugh of derision, then retained his focus, his expression hardening as did the thick phallus that was interred within Ohnaka’s bowels, inch by glorious inch. Had the pirate thought he was already stretched, he groaned in ecstasy as Bane pushed him to the brink, the other half of his hemipenis staying limp; pliant, though deciding to curl itself around the base of the Weequay’s girth.

“So, did ye fuck her?” Bane asked out of the blue—no pun intended. Hondo found himself suddenly more alert contrary to wanting to give into pleasure, Bane’s backup cock like that of a boa constrictor around his shaft, his breath staggering as Cad began to squeeze.

“Wh-what?” Hondo asked, dumbfounded, not thinking Bane truly believed he had lain with anyone, well, recently. Not since before their union, least of all that Quay who had styled his hair. Even as he tried to concentrate, to center himself, the overwhelming amount of physical sensation he was experiencing was everything he could have wished for and more.

“Nu! You are crazy—”

Hondo moaned again, Bane having hit his rhythm: rough, slow, and methodical, pounding his prostate while he pumped the pirate’s prick, up and down, jerking him off completely hands-free, despite it feeling like fingers caressing him. This allowed Bane to remove a holdout pistol from the confines of his duster, his LL-30’s residing on the floor, snug in their holsters.

“Ye ain’t seen crazy—fess up!” Bane demanded, Hondo finding the barrel of the tiny blaster placed against his temple, even as Bane drove it home with every stroke.

“Bane, nothing happened! You ridiculous man!” Hondo scowled, pushing his pelvis up into Bane’s. He met him full force, the Duros’ secondary dick mimicking a piston as Ohnaka’s balls flounced beneath him, Cad rutting him into the table though the blaster moved—it now resided inside the Weequay’s mouth.

“Ain’t ridiculous!”

“Wht ar yu ding!” Hondo’s words came out muffled, his eyes wide, though they continued to turn toward the back of his head. He wasn’t sure if he should be scared, or even more turned on, perhaps both, nearly gagging when he shoved the barrel farther inside.

“Tell de truth!” Bane demanded, “and make it quick!”

Hondo decided it would be the latter, not caring one iota that Bane had arched the ridge of his brow, the Weequay sucking on the end of the weapon like it was one of Cad’s pretty pricks. He slathered it in his saliva before he hummed around it, Ohanka gazing up at the Duros who now seemed both confounded and mildly entertained.

Hondo tilted his head back, announcing something akin to “phooey!” before he glowered at the hunter who had him pinned.

“I ded! I am! I—mn,” Hondo felt he was close, too close, ivory and gold gnawing along his bottom lip before he shook his head to clear it, hoping his lucidity would last.

Bane rocked forward, shoving his legs back once more, folding Hondo in half like some cheap sabacc table. He pummeled him with thrust after thrust, still gripping the palm-sized blaster in his hand.

“Dhen—dhen ye’ll teach me how te braid?” Cad’s voice cracked. No longer angry, Hondo felt his heart melt at the very idea he even wanted to learn. Alongside the most endearing thing he could ask for, Hondo knew exactly what it was Bane wanted to hear. Far be it from him not to indulge the lovely creature, so rare was it for Bane to be doted upon. It nearly broke his heart. He was more than just a nefarious, murderous, unscrupulous hired gun. He was a man with feelings—even if he kept them buried deep inside… except when he did not.

“Of course, my heart. My poor boy, my Moon, I adore you; love you; no one else compares tu you, believe me darling—I only wish et tu be you here wit me, at all times. De only Duros en de Galaxy for me,” the pirate promised, his voice taking on notes of honey, his words causing the hunter’s mouth to flex toward a frown—what had he done now?

“De only Duros? What about de other species,” Bane argued.

Hondo would have sighed had he not felt he was about to blow his load, ring-laden fingers reaching up to pet Cad’s cheek, or what he could reach of it, hating those pesky breathing tubes; the black cap that covered half his face.

“De only being alive—no, de only being en existence, dead or among de living—” he corrected, wanting to cover all his bases, knowing Bane all too well, “—dat has my heart, dat feeds my soul, dat—dat—”

Hondo was unable to finish his sentence, his cock beginning to spurt, Bane tossing the pistol behind himself onto the floor. A shot ricocheted somewhere in the background, Bane unwinding his spindly phallus next. Then, he shoved the pirate’s twitching prick backward against his belly with the flat of his hand, the Weequay’s ejaculate directed away from Bane and toward Ohnaka’s chest, staining his otherwise pristine tunic.

“You vile, evil—”

“—Ain’t gettin’ dhat mess on me.”

“Youuuu—”

Bane shoved his tongue into his mouth, thrusting harder, faster than before. Hondo found himself hanging on for dear life, his fingers scratching into the hunter’s boney hips. The Duros hissed a low sound directly into the Weequay’s maw, releasing a gelid jet of cum straight into Ohnaka’s nether regions at the same time the pirate finished. His semen was left to sit on his stomach while his cock was still held firmly in place by Bane, squashed underneath his palm.

“Not on de leather, ah?”

Ohnaka began to laugh, to giggle, Bane sneering down at him, one snaggletooth exposed as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Bane could go again right away; Hondo would need a bit to recuperate should the Duros wish to switch, but it seemed the pirate’s quip annoyed the Duros well enough that he didn’t wish to bother with another round.

“S’expensive,” he defended, finally lifting the hand pressed down on the Quay’s deflating cock, unsheathing himself to leave Hondo feeling impossibly empty, minus the thick, viscid fluid that would soon find its way out.

“A towel, my dear?” Hondo asked. Bane eyed him, as if deciding whether to help. After some thought, he disappeared behind the bar, finding some sort of dishrag that seemed fairly clean.

“Good ‘nough,” Bane smirked, worrying about himself now, tucking things back where they belonged as the pirate sat up to watch.

“I knew you’d cum—come—” Hondo grinned, “you cannot resist me or my siren’s call.”

“More like ye won’t stop commin’ me,” Bane retorted, moving to zip up his fly.

Hondo’s lower lip protruded. “Well, ef you would answer once or twice—maybe … maybe next time du not wait so long,” he said in his most petulant tone.

Bane would be hard-pressed not to feel some sort of guilt, giving Ohnaka a look as he refastened his holsters around his waif-thin waist. “Maybe next time ye don’t threaten te divorce me! Fweh … we ain’t even hitched,” he mumbled.

“Es dat something you…” Hondo hesitated, “dat es tu say…”

“Ah need a drink,” Bane flatly responded, wishing to avoid the topic altogether.

“We could be,” the Weequay offered, trying to sound as casual as possible.

The Duros gave an amused guffaw as he began to walk back toward the bar. “Ye couldn’t afford te keep me,” Bane chided.

Hondo glared daggers from across the room, muttering under his breath. “Du not tell me what I cannot afford, bounty hunter... Youuuu would be surprised…”

“Shot?” Bane asked, holding up a bottle of his favorite poison—Hondo kept it around for his sake.

The pirate gave his most alluring smile, forgetting any ill feelings and forgiving Bane his past transgressions, just as he always had and always would.

“Smoke?” he questioned in return.

“Sure.”

“Eh … Make et a double.”

Then, a thought. Hondo was not done pestering him, determined to get another little something of the Duros while his mood had not yet soured. “Won’t you indulge me next time? Just a little bit?”

“What are ye goin’ on about,” Bane grumbled, retrieving two clean glasses from off a shelf.

“De holocall… ef you ever miss me, perhaps you can show me just how much?”

Bane stared at him, as if Ohnaka had grown an extra head. “What.”

“You don’t ever miss me?” The scoundrel frowned, his shoulders mildly drooping.

Bane sighed. “’Course Ah do.”

Hondo perked right back up, as if he were but a marionette and Bane controlled his strings. “Den might you? For me?” he asked pitifully, gazing at him with soft, gray eyes.

Bane’s forehead scrunched in irritation; the Weequay did not waver except to poke his bottom lip out. “Fine!” he snapped, deciding to take a swig right from the bottle.

The pirate beamed as brightly as a main-sequence star, clapping his hands together so that they might hold each other atop his lap. “Excellent,” he said, “you will not regret et—may even enjoy et!”

Cad rolled his eyes as he poured Hondo a drink, not so stingy as to leave him empty-handed. It was his liquor, after all, wondering what he had just gotten himself into. “Here’s what Ah’d enjoy—ye cahn get dhat girl te clean up our jizz,” Bane snarked; Hondo knew he was serious.

“Of course, my love…”

Hondo would get Gwarm to do it; what better job for his second in command?

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monsieur-kazzle-dazzle · 2 years ago

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this is what happens when its late at night and i find a new meme making website

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goferwashere · 1 year ago

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PUNCH-OUT!! (Wii) MONSTER AU 🗣️💥

FIGHTING FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE IN THIS RING. LETS GO 🔥🔥

It’s a bit long so I added a cut 😭 I spent the past three days on this

THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE BUT OH LORD I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN MAKING AU’S IS

ALSO PLEASE PLEASE ADD MORE HC’S AND STUFF IF YOU HAVE ANY

Please just assume that just about every monster on this list comes with super strength unless stated otherwise.

Glass Joe:

Human - Monster Hunter/Boxer

- Wants to retire, but knows that without him some of the more unruly and dangerous monsters would dominate the circuit.

- Not everybody knows that *he’s* the infamous monster killer within the WBVA. Some do, but he doesn’t want it to be common knowledge. He needs the edge of “Poor, weak Glass Joe” to get the jump on his opponents.

- He doesn’t kill often, only if things get extremely out of hand. He’s basically the only thing keeping the humans and monsters from starting a full out war in the WVBA.

- Despite his job, He’s friends with a couple of the other boxers. Some knowing that they were monsters, some that he assumed were human and were actually monsters, and some that were just human.

- He doesn’t have anything against monsters, only those who try to take advantage of their power.

- He still trains and goes into the ring, trying to enjoy himself. To be fair, he does still enjoy boxing despite everything else he’s doing. Even if his record does stand at 1-99.

- On that note, his one win wasn’t an accident. He fully intended to win that fight, lacing Nick Bruisers gloves with Garlic so he’d be fighting with his hands essentially on fire.

- Even though he’s got a serious job, he far from a serious guy most of the time. He’s friendly with just about everybody, and tries to be civil with the people who treat him like shit.

- He’s also still clumsy. Almost died a few times as a result.

Von Kaiser:

Vampire - Boxer

- Being turned during his military service, he’s gotten good at hiding the obvious signs. He covers his bite mark and eye bags, and excessively dyes his skin using turmeric. (It fades fast though, leaving his skin looking a healthy colour.)

- Claims he has a garlic allergy, which makes him sad because he quite enjoyed garlic before turning.

- Enjoys the perks of being a vampire, but just can’t seem to keep up with the amount of blood his body demands. So he often twitches and looses focus, being sluggish and tired quite often.

- He enjoys the chase when tracking down his prey. It makes him feel powerful.

- Is 100% on the monster’s side. He believes that they’re superior, and will often be snarky with the human boxers (even if they’re ranked higher than him).

Disco Kid

Human (Possessed by Kid Quick) - Dancer/Boxer

- Disco is being possessed by the ghost of a boxer that was killed during one of his matches (yes that’s his unfinished business)

- Whenever he’s doing anything involving boxing, that’s Quick’s doing, but personality wise that’s always been Disco

- Disco is surprisingly chill with it, always wanting to try boxing but never having patience to train (so Quick does it for him lol)

- His personality leaks into Quicks movements and taunts, since despite liking boxing he’s got ‘no flair’ (As Disco puts it)

- Doesn’t have any super strength, but if they work together they can pull of some nasty combos, with Quick grabbing them and pushing them into Disco’s attacks (Disco isn’t a huge fan of that though, so it’s only really a last resort.)

- He’s honestly nervous when he finds out about the monsters in the WVBA. Quick assures him that they’ll be fine as long as they keep their heads down.

-…Which of course, Disco would never do. So when he gets mixed up in the drama he doesn’t really have anyone to blame but himself.

- He knows that he should *technically* count as a monster, but him and Quick are in support of the humans.

King Hippo

Tulpa - Boxer

- He was created by a little boy who loved boxing, and created him. Giving him a backstory and a cool design. He thought about him so much that he just. Spawned one day.

- The only thing on his mind was boxing, so that’s what he did. He has no idea that he was just a figment of some random kid’s imagination, but I doubt he’d care (or believe it) if he was told. His only goal is to box.

- Not really involved in any of the WVBA human/monster drama. He’s rather quiet outside of the ring.

- Nobody is really clear what he is, but everyone has mutually agreed that he’s not human. No way.

Piston Hondo

Human - Boxer

- Everyone who knows him has a lot of respect for Hondo. He fights fair, and his technique was able to beat actual superhumans (granted, some of those wins may have circumstantial).

- Some of the other boxers are really confused as to how he can keep his ranking, and make speculations as to how he does it, but no one can come up with a solid theory.

- Unless he’s exposed to be a dirty trickster like Ryan, or doped up like Soda, everyone just has to respect the insane effort he puts in.

- Hondo is oblivious to the fact that the WVBA is infested with monsters, and has always thought that international boxing would naturally have more difficult opponents. Nobody knows what would happen if he found out, but nobody wants him give up if he did. Just about everyone (regardless about what side they’re on) will band together to keep Hondo in the dark.

Bear Hugger

Werewolf - Boxer

- He’s more or less happy with being a werewolf. Obviously he’s mad when he has to lock himself up during the full moon, but otherwise he’s chill.

- Essentially a Disney princess with how well he gets along with wildlife. Like. It’s actually insane.

- Thought he’d do well in boxing, so quite literally trained with bears before going to NY. He thinks it’s noisy and polluted, but stays to hopefully bring down the champion and take the belt home to show his friends.

- Cheers on everyone, regardless of what they are. He doesn’t really care about the fate of the WVBA and is just there for a good time.

Great Tiger

Human - Informant/Boxer

- A skilled magic user. He’s been learning since he was a little kid, and the jewel on his turban gives him a good chunk of extra power.

- Uses his tricks to get intel and feed it to Joe.

- He *LOVES* to stir the pot. He knows that he’s safe, and may even stick out his neck for Joe, but will never do anything that’ll put himself in harms way.

- In the same vein he’s always listening to drama. He will gossip like a high schooler, and he knows everything about everyone. He loves being cheeky and keeping other boxers in the dark about what he knows.

- Literally the personification of “🎶I know something that you don’t know~🎵”

- He’s basically on an even playing field, so has no trouble keeping his place in the major league. Honestly, he’s more in it to see how this drama will play out, and who’ll come out on top.

Don Flamenco:

Siren - Matador/Boxer

- He very much using his ability to charm people all the time.

- This includes getting the ref to give him decision wins (even if he doesn’t deserve it), and always to leave a good first impression on just about everyone he meets.

- Yes, sometimes it’s also to pick up ladies (and men? Sometimes? Depends on his mood…) but will never go too far with it.

NOTE: While I think it would be totally in character for him to sleep with them, I don’t want that for him since that’s not consensual. so let’s say that despite seeing humans as lesser he doesn’t want to cross that line. (For his *own* sake of course. The last thing he would do is use tricks to woo “lesser creatures” to bed with him.)

- He’ll whisper under his breath after taunting, convincing the opponent to throw the match. But he’s not great at it, and will sometimes encounter someone who doesn’t have great hearing. He usually loses those matches.

- Wants an all-monster WVBA. He can manipulate just about anybody, and generally sees humans as lesser (Unless they’ve proven to him otherwise, like Joe and Hondo) so he wants them out.

- He’s very charming and friendly, but if you get on his bad side he is NASTY. Like ruin all your relationships and steal yo girl/man nasty. (He keeps all that under wraps though, he can’t have his image be tarnished.)

Aran Ryan:

Human - Boxer

- To everyone’s surprise, he’s actually human. But for all the craziness he projects out in the ring, he’s a smart guy.

- He taunts boxers by trying to get them to hit him because he knows that one wrong move and they’d expose themselves. If they hit him too hard (he figures that one punch would be enough to kill him with their strength) he might die but knows that it’ll be hell to pay for their opponent as well.

- Same with the headbutts, it throws them off their rhythm because they need to react, even if they didn’t feel it.

- That’s why he cheats, because he knows that without it he’d stand no chance.

- But still, you can’t be asking people you know could kill you easily to hit you and be mentally stable. He’s still eccentric about making it as a boxer, this is just an extra challenge to him.

- Has a disdain for monsters, and will do just about anything he can to gain in upper hand in those fights. That flail has gotten him out of a few sticky situations.

Soda Popinski:

Human - Boxer

- He can only compete fairly (at world circuit level at least) because he’s doped up to hell and back.

- Way into the idea of the ‘indomitable human spirit’. He truly believes that human ingenuity can overcome any challenge, and this is no exception.

- He 100% wants to get monsters out of the WVBA. But because he knows that he’s already got a big enough target on his back for cheating he can’t make a big fuss publicly.

Bald Bull:

Minotaur - Boxer

- Nobody’s really sure where he came from, but some people have seen him in his Minotaur form and that’s been enough for the others to accept them onto their side.

- He’s close with a lot of the other monsters, and follows along with their plan to have monsters take over the WVBA circuits. He only does so for them, he doesn’t have a personal agenda.

- This is the first place he’s really felt accepted, so will do what his friends ask of him even if he isn’t entirely on board with it.

- That said, he does belittle the human competitors quite often. To their face and while they aren’t present.

Super Macho Man:

Dragon - Supermodel/Bodybuilder/Boxer

- Got tired of living in a cave, and made it to LA to see what had become of humanity.

- By god, he loved it. He’d chosen a particularly handsome form (even though he didn’t know it at the time) and loved the attention he got from the ladies. He quickly picked up on our customs and had plenty of gold to sell (after years of hoarding it up in a mountain somewhere, he figured that now was the time to use it).

- Always wears enchanted golden jewellery, because the last thing he wants is for his facade to slip. He doesn’t need all of it, but to him it’s a necessary precaution.

- He can breathe fire. He does it often as a party trick, and has even figured out how to change its colour.

- His skin is also very hot to the touch. You’d think he was always just finishing with an intense workout.

Mr. Sandman:

??? - Boxer

- Nobody knows, and nobody is brave enough to ask. He seems to beat monsters with relative ease, so everyone assumes he must be one as well, but nobody can figure him out.

- Everyone wants to keep him out of what’s happening, because he’s a loose canon. Nobody knows who’s side he belongs to and nobody wants to find out they’re his enemy.

PLEASE HELP ADD ONTO THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS BECAUSE IM EXPLODING OVER THIS

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sudden-stops-kill · 2 years ago

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astrangeroftides · 10 days ago

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Look, I don't know why I did this either

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cakbanedraws · 1 year ago

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Did some variant covers of my fancomic, I try to study Hugo Pratt line arts (the creator of Corto Maltese). The results looks a bit cool I guess.

#cak bane draws #The Hunter and The Pirate #comic covers #cover #star wars #cad bane #hondo ohnaka #bounty hunter #space pirates #fanart #the bad batch #fan comic #hugo pratt #corto maltese

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archivewriter1ont · 3 months ago

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Cadet Batch Incorrect Quotes

*Echo gets a call*

Hondo: Hello my friend!

Echo: HONDO?!

Hondo: Yes, that is my name! I have that information the knife guy wanted -- you know, the one he said you boys would pay quite handsomely for...

Cadet Wrecker: Who's that?

Echo: Wrecker, hold on, please, I'm talking. Okay, what Hondo?

Hondo:

Echo: Hondo...?

Hondo: That little disgustingly adorable squeaky voice -- you said that was the big guy?

Echo: Well, yes -- no -- not exactly. None of them are very big right now. Uh, what information?

Hondo: Oh, yes -- the information!! Actually... I believe it is too important for, you know, over the phone. So I shall deliver it in person!!

Kenobi: HONDO DON'T YOU --

Hondo: Kenobi! Metal Man, you are friends with my friends? Ha! I told you we are friends! I will be there within the hour! *cuts comm*

Echo:

Echo: Okay, we have one hour to either get out of here, change them back, or fake our own deaths.

Cadet Crosshair: What if we just kill the guy on the comm?

Kenobi:

Cody: *aghast* General!

Kenobi: I mean, it's not a terrible idea.

(Fic is here | Full deleted scene coming soon! In collaboration with Archivewriter99❤️)

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doodlingfoolishness · 7 months ago

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More doodles from yesterday: clones!, the First Order encampment drawn on location at Disneyland, a quick doodle of Hondo drawn in line for Smuggler’s Run at Disneyland, and Mayday with a tooka.

#the bad batch #the clone wars #Batuu #Disneyland #hondo ohnaka #commander mayday #clone commander mayday #echo bad batch #crosshair bad batch #tech bad batch #commander cody #captain Rex #omega bad batch #wrecker bad batch #hunter bad batch

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louvao · 1 year ago

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STAR WARS ALPHABET

#star wars #sw polls #hera syndulla #tbb hunter #clone trooper hardcase #han solo #hondo ohnaka #hyuang

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Full Plot of the Cancelled Boba Fett/Cad Bane arc from Star Wars The Clone Wars: Season 6

Episode 1

Boba now lives with the Bounty Hunters who sort of act as his parents. The Bounty Hunters are stationed on Tatooine in a complex that resembles Obi-Wan's hut from Episode IV – but much bigger and with various dorm rooms and chambers that are each closed off and separated by doors. It also has prison cells below.

From there, they take jobs. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they all live there permanently, but they are stationed on Tatooine because they take most of their jobs there. Boba has dreams of the death of his father. Even Ventress's chambers are shown but they are empty.

Cad Bane receives a job where he has to rescue a kid from Tusken Raiders. He decides to bring Boba along. Boba wonders why he picked him since there are so many Bounty Hunters that are way more experienced than him, but Bane insists that he has picked Boba because it’s about time Boba started learning how to take care of himself, since he was sticking around with the Bounty Hunters crew, and it’s dangerous without skills.

They ask for information on where the kid was last seen, and then take a ship and go to the remote parts of Tatooine where the sand people live. Cad Bane takes Embo, Highsinger and Bossk along with him, but Embo and Bossk will stay with the ship while Highsinger acts as a scout from faraway, whereas Cad Bane and Boba proceed on Dewbacks. Cad Bane tells HighSinger to leave them, and the other Bounty Hunters abandon Cad Bane because Boba and Bane haven’t returned, and they start to think that either Bane has double-crossed them, or they have been captured, so they see no profit in staying exposed.

Cad Bane and Boba proceed on foot because Bane wants to appear defenseless in order to lure the Tusken Raiders to them. Bane knows those lands, so he knows which tribe of Tuskens took the kid, since they’re the only tribe that lives in those lands. He only takes Todo-360 along with him and Boba follows. They follow the tracks of the Tusken and it gets dark. They set up a camp illuminated by a battery and Bane drinks booze. (Cue 1st unfinished scene clip) Bane senses that they’re about to be ambushed and asks Boba to let himself be captured so that Bane can then put a tracking device on him and find out where the Tusken Raider’s camp is located. A struggle ensues.

He plants a tracking device on Boba and manages to find their camp. The Tuskens won’t reveal where the target is so Bane starts slaughtering the village until they tell him where the kid is. He doesn’t destroy their huts, but shoots all of those who get out of their tents armed and intending to attack him, so there are quite a bit of causalities until the Tuskens realize what he’s there for. He then holds the Tusken kids at gunpoint bargaining with the Tusken leaders, who grant him an audience. Boba is immediately alarmed and steps in front of Bane trying to prevent him from shooting the kids. Bane says that he never intended to kill them, but that in order to be persuasive you need to be able to bargain with everything. Somehow this doesn’t convince Boba who starts questioning Bane’s morality. The target is then revealed to be in another camp not too far from that one, so Bane and Boba proceed on foot. Bane has lost his hat during this struggle. The target is then revealed playing with the Tusken kids, displaying how the Tusken Raiders were only holding the child hostage for ransom, but weren’t mistreating her.

The child is very lively and talkative, and tells Bane and Boba where she lives in order to take her back. Turns out she lives on the far side of Mos Eisley, so on their way back the Tuskens, who had only given up the target out of fear – come back to try to take back their prize. Bane burns them with his flamethrower, and throws explosives at them, scaring them off. The Tuskens had kidnapped the farmer’s kid because the farmer had established his farm on their land and wouldn’t pay the Tusken Raiders the ransom they asked for. The kid is returned safely to the father, who was also Bane’s employer. The farmer pays up and Bane says he doesn’t work for free, urging the wealthy farmer to pay up. Boba is satisfied and relieved at the thought of having done an act of good, but Bane only treats it like another job – and tells Boba that in order to be an effective Bounty Hunter, he has to be able to see profit in everything and not allow himself to be personally invested in the jobs that he takes. Boba disagrees since he thinks that while also making profit, you can help people as well.

The first episode ends with Bane telling Boba that he knew his father and that he respected Jango as his equal; and that there was always a competition between them for who was the best Bounty Hunter, but that he could never find out because the Jedi killed him. He then says that in order to be like his father Boba needs to put his emotions aside and be ready for everything.

Episode 2:

A small time skip is implied between episode 1 and episode 2 but nothing too major. Boba who still had his Season 4 design in the first episode (apart from the fact that in Season 4 he was bald whereas in the first episode of the Bounty Hunters arc Boba would instead have had a flat top like most clones when they cut their hair short) – he would now be sporting longer hair instead. Bane gives Boba some credits and tells him that they will travel to Kessel because Bane has some ex-employers there for whom he did a favor some time ago, and he’s going to Kessel to demand the last bit of the payment that they owed him. Cad Bane then meets with a Toong who gives him his new ship, the Justifier. The Toong comes along with them because the repairs weren’t ready yet, and Bane was impatient.

Boba and Bane thus travel to Kessel. The ones who owed Bane money are miners who worked on Kessel, and Cad Bane had helped them get rid of their previous manager who was abusing them, but they couldn’t pay Bane the entire sum immediately; so Bane would make periodic trips to Kessel so that the miners could keep giving him a piece of the payment that they owed him every time he visited them. Bane had grown impatient and asked for the rest of the payment this very moment. Cad Bane would have been shown to be cold-blooded, while the miners were shown as ignorant, unintentionally funny (they had big mustaches and hairs covering their faces) but at the same time – they were also overworked and fatigued, but Bane didn’t seem to care. A miner tries to pull a gun on Bane but Bane shoots him through the chest without even looking at him, then with a smile he says that they needed some motivation, and orders Todo 360 and Boba to capture the leader of the miners.

The Toong, named Lancek Trevoras, falls behind hiding behind some canisters, and stays with the ship. Bane takes the leader of the miners into his ship and holds him hostage until they reached an agreement that the miners would dig diamonds for him – and give him a percentage of what they were digging for the company. Todo handles the torturing. Bane thinks that the leader will either take some of the miners away as insurance, so that the company is forced to pay him in order to get the miners back, or the miners will stop lying to him and give Bane the money they owe him.

Boba feels bad and asks if this is really necessary, and Bane tells him “step aside boy, you’re too soft and won’t make it far into the world if you give up at the first sight of tears”. The trip ends with Bane taking all the money that the miners had and him releasing their leader back into the mining facility – with them subsequently cursing him as he flies away with his ship. Boba is the one who uncuffs him and seems sad. Boba gets angry during the voyage back and Bane and Boba have their first argument. Boba says that the miners didn’t have the money and that the violence against them was unnecessary, and Bane tells him that if he prefers, he can go back to that stinky hut they had on Tatooine and live the rest of his life in misery if he wanted to.

Boba then locks himself up in the other part of the ship, and Bane tells Todo to leave him alone to blow off some smoke. Bane then threatens the Toong as well telling him that if the repairs weren’t ready soon, he would have a few things to “explain” to him too. During the voyage home, Boba exits his chambers and go back to the ship’s cockpit, telling Bane that he’d made up his mind and that he wants to be like his father; so he will start taking Cad Bane’s advice from that point on.

Boba tells him that he needs to get his father’s ship back and his father’s armor, otherwise he’ll never be able to be like his father. Boba has a momentary change of heart where in order to show Bane that he’s tough – he thinks that by obtaining his father’s armor and ship he will be extra motivated into becoming a bounty hunter and act like Cad Bane does. Bane tells him that Florrum isn’t exactly on the way, but that if they do a pit stop on Tatooine first to refuel, they might be able to make it to Florrum. End of Episode 2.

Episode 3:

Cad Bane tells Boba that they first needed to get some extra security because Bane wasn’t exactly fond of the pirates, and doesn't trust Hondo. Bane asks for a repurposed droid which he was to buy from a very specific droid’s shop at Tatooin. That specific droid shop was only a charade, and was actually a base from which most of the crime on Tatooine operated (basically criminals went there to load up), and the owner of the shop already knew of the job beforehand and had the droid ready.

The droid was named Ruckle, and Bane verbally mistreated the shop’s owner who charged Bane for more than what he expected. Cad Bane leaves the shop with Ruckle without paying the extra required by the store’s owner, and Boba apologizes, and goes back to the owner, giving him some extra credits for the trouble. Bane takes Latts Razzi, Dengar, Sugi and Embo along with him. Sugi and Dengar had already had business with the pirates in the past; while Embo and Latts were just insurance.

The crew then flies to Florrum. Bane trades the droid for the Slave I, because the droid had a double purpose (apart from just being an assassin spider droid) -- which was being able to reveal the locations of the most precious cargo routes of the crime syndicates in the galaxy. The pirates were ecstatic about putting their hands on it, since they were barbarians who attacked cargo ships and stole all the time. Bane tells Hondo to give up the goods because he was really losing a lot by giving up some viable information for a ship. Hondo also delivers payment in credits. When Hondo asks Bane why he would be willing to trade such viable information, Bane replies jokingly: “anything for the kid,” referring to Boba.

When Hondo takes them to Slave I, it's revealed that Hondo repaired the wreckage from when Aurra Sing crashed it in Season 2, and Slave I was in flying condition again. It's also been revealed that Boba’s armor was not Jango’s armor from Episode II (which had been lost in the battle), but that Jango had an original armor from a long time ago, and Boba would find that one in the ship itself.

Aurra Sing was on Florrum as well. When Aurra and Boba Fett are reunited, Boba hugs her and Aurra tells him that she never intended to abandon him, and only did so because she knew the Jedi wouldn’t kill him, and that she would have eventually come to rescue him (even if this wasn’t true because Boba had to escape on his own). But this is Aurra’s way of rehabilitating her image in the eyes of Boba since at the end of the day – she cared for the boy.

Hondo then tells Boba and the crew that a very precious cargo transported by the Hutts was on a planet called “Serolonis”. Bane says to Boba that if he wants to make a name for himself – this was the job to do it since it was a big deal. The shipment was diamonds from the most precious mining planets like Oba Diah, Kessel, and Serolonis (which was known for its moister vaporators in order to keep the air clean). The planet "Serolonis" was a reference to "Sergio Leone", which was a homage to western movies and cinema as a whole.

The other secondary cargo of the Hutt’s carrier was also spice for the drug cartels. The ship was very big and the Bounty Hunters infiltrate it from different points, while Aurra Sing and Highsinger chase the ship aboard the Slave I. Cad Bane had traded ships on Florrum because his Justifier wasn’t equipped adequately for the job, whereas Slave I was basically a flying piece of artillery, although Bane’s ship had missiles and they didn’t want to blow up the cargo. The little Bounty hunter from Season 2, named Seripas, would also have been taken along for the job.

Boba is killing enemies left and right with Jango’s pistols, and also doing some cool acrobatics. At this point, he doesn't have a jet-pack yet. Cad Bane disregards the civilians around him – whereas the other Bounty Hunters like Latts Razzi and Sugi were more concerned with their surroundings. Sugi prevents Bane from executing some bystanders in order to cause a crash and stop the ship. Bane is angry and kicks her back, but the plan of Bane fails.

After the cargo is captured, thanks to Slave I, and the Hutt killed – the bounty hunters get into an argument on how to split the bounty. Cad Bane, of course, wants the largest cut because he orchestrated the hit job, and the other bounty hunters pull guns on each other in much of a Western manner, to then end it off with a laugh off between them – similar to the scene in Pirates of the Caribbean where Barbossa, Jack, Will and Elisabeth all point guns at each other.

Sugi leaves angered, telling Bane that their approach had almost gotten them and all the civilians killed, and Bane threatens her telling her that she will not have a long life if she crosses him again. Sugi takes the payment and leaves. Latts Razzi follows, and Dengar and Embo just dissipate. The ones who remain with Bane are Highsinger, Bossk, Aurra Sing and Boba. Bane also threatens Seripas, telling him that he was slow and useless because of his size.

Boba would then start contemplating an insurrection against Bane because he sees that a lot of the Bounty Hunters think like him and not everyone agrees with Bane. Some Bounty Hunters like Seripas and Latts Razzi are afraid of Bane. Aurra Sing asks Boba if he’s coming to join them at a cantina and Boba tells her no, to which Aurra scoffs him and tells him “fine, whatever you want”. Boba goes back to talk to Sugi, who reveals that she’d only gotten into the bounty hunting business out of necessity, and that she’d lost a family member due to an accident, so she knows what it means to lose innocent lives. Latts Razzi also revealed to have some sort of morality, because despite being more disregarding of rules, she’s against killing innocents during her bounties. Boba would tell the both of them that it’s time someone started standing up to Bane. Episode ends.

Episode 4:

Boba starts doing jobs for Cad Bane. Bane tells him to go around asking for money from civilians whom Bane had been doing favors for – and Boba had basically turned into his tax collector. A minor time skip is implied again; but nothing too major. Cad Bane has established himself on Serolonis as a pasha living in richness, and keeping the local population subjected by asking them for tributes in exchange for protection. As Bane had basically set up his own syndicate on Serolonis, other Bounty Hunters would have been shown to have joined and would have made an appearance; such as Twazzi from the Season 4 episode "The Box" and Robonino as background characters. Boba would go around using his cut of the money to cover debts in case some civilians couldn’t pay Bane, but the ones that Bane discovered get imprisoned, and ask for ransom to release them, if not – they would remain his hostages.

Bane has Boba followed by Todo and a returning Bounty Hunter who was Cato Parasitti (in the third episode Cato Parasitti was also briefly shown to have been the one who procured the clearance codes for the Hutt’s carrier ship). Bane had ordered them to spy on Boba because there was "something off about that boy". He starts suspecting that Boba’s doing stuff behind his back so he asks Cato to investigate. In the meantime Boba gets in contact with Sugi, Latts Razzi and Seripas and would promise them a cut of Bane’s bounty if they managed to capture Bane alive and hold him hostage. They would have him exiled to Jabba’s palace and Nal Hutta, where he would be trialed for having sabotaged a Hutt’s carrier ship and killed a relative of the Hutts himself, so he would have been found guilty for crimes against the entire Hutt family. This was Boba’s plan to get rid of Bane in a peaceful manner without having to kill him.

Latts Razzi joins in and Sugi does too, whereas Seripas is a little bit of a coward so it takes more time for him to be convinced. Aurra Sing then spots Boba hiding in a street corner and becomes suspicious of him. She then sees the other two bounty hunters (Sugi and Latts) exiting the same alley and goes to inform Bane. Bane tells her that the boy needed to be taught a lesson but that for now they’d just be observing his moves to see where this goes. Boba then takes a ship with the excuse of going on an assignment from Bane, and Boba travels to Kessel trying to rally the miners to his cause. The miners are scared and don’t trust him at first, and they don’t want anything to do with it. Boba then manages to at least get a promise out of them that in case it would ever come to a direct confrontation, he could have their support – but for now he would just leave them be. The leader of the miners then takes Boba alone and tells him that he can count on him even if the others are too scared by their experience with Bane and don’t want anything to do with it. Boba would then sneakily travel to Florrum on one of his voyages and Todo would hide in the ship’s cockpit spying on Boba.

Boba would ask Hondo for support, and Hondo would tell him that this is their business and he wants nothing to do with it. He would then walk with Boba and have a conversation about how he knew Boba’s father and that he had great respect for him – and that Cad Bane’s methods are not honorable and are not the way Jango would have wanted things to go down (or at least that Jango understood that later in his life). He then gives Boba a jetpack and gives his allies heavy weapons and lets him leave, so this is in a way – Hondo’s way of supporting Boba without getting involved. When Boba leaves the pirates ask Hondo what they should do with the boy and Hondo tells them that if the boy dies then there’s nothing to them; but should he succeed – they will be ready to do a "cleanup" and scramble up all the richness that Bane had with him.

At this point, Boba completes the paint job on his armor making it green because he wants to be similar to his father but different – and show a different way to do bounty hunting. Boba is still a little shaken by the fact that Jango could have possibly worked with Cad Bane in the past, so he understands that his father wasn’t perfect and that regardless of what Hondo tells him – he’ll never learn the full truth because everyone around him seems to be telling him a distorted version of the past to try to manipulate him to one side or the other. So he decides to make up his own path.

Dengar, Bossk, and Embo ambush Boba upon his return to Serolonis, and hold him at gun point asking him what he’s been up to. When Boba asks them if they are doing Cad Bane’s bidding, they answer that they do their own bidding and that they were fairly neutral in the whole thing and were basically in favor of whomever wins. Since Cad Bane was now the one with the money and the resources – they follow him. Bossk and Dengar then decide to let Boba pass when Boba tells them what this is all about, and momentarily pretend to have joined him because Bossk says: "it’s always good to have more money" if the insurrection against Bane is successful. All of a sudden, Boba’s crew is ambushed, and Aurra Sing has taken sniping positions whereas Robonino started rigging up charges all the way to Bane’s central quarters, while Boba was busy with Bossk, Embo and Dengar. It would have been revealed that Bane had the natives build him some bipedal droids that were also small tanks packed with fire-arms; basically sentient sentries. They could be ridden but could also be programmed to act as sentient turrets by themselves. Twazzi is shown riding one of those.

Cato Parasitti had thus far shapeshifted into several civilians while Boba was doing his business behind Bane’s back – and she’d reported everything she knew to Bane, and Bane had very well realized what Boba was trying to do. The leader of the miners would have travelled to Serolonis at this point – telling Boba that he’s finally made up his mind and is ready for the battle Boba had promised him, and Boba gets him to do some sabotaging work on Bane’s equipment to try to stop Bane’s syndicate from exploiting the natives. When Bane learns of this, he takes the leader of the miners hostage; then calls for Boba, and has Robonino set up the mines all around his base so that when Boba comes with his new crew, they’ll be blown up (this was the buildup to the scene where Boba and his crew are ambushed).

This ensues in a big struggle as stated – where Sugi is killed off, Twazzi is blown up by a grenade, Latts Razzi engages in a hand to hand duel with Cato Parasitti where Cato is then shot accidentally by one of the turrets because Latts Razzi had used her as shield. Seripas decides to intervene at the last minute saving Boba from a shot on his back – and he would have thus been revealed to also have made up his mind and come back; while Bossk, Dengar and Embo defend themselves when momentarily acting as if they’re on Boba’s side.

As the struggle is done, Boba is furious and rushes to Bane’s quarters, only to find it rigged with explosives and he manages to get away just in the nick of time. He then spots Robonino on top of a rooftop who’s trying to run quickly to Bane to inform him that his attempt at blowing Boba up has failed, but Boba shoots him killing him. (The deaths of Twazzi, Robonino and Cato Parasitti are not emphasized and are only treated like "offscreen" clone deaths not to make the episode too dark. The only deaths that are emphasized are Sugi’s death for just a moment, but then mostly Aurra’s and Cad Bane’s deaths).

Bane then decides to show up seeing as to how Robonino was not responding anymore, and when Bane shows up, Dengar, Bossk, and Embo turn their guns on Boba and tell him that the boss was back and Boba had lost his insurrection; seeing as to how there were many casualties. Bane will reveal that he has taken the leader of the miners, Stim, hostage as well as Boba’s new friend – Seripas while they were distracted; calling him the "coward who’d risked his skin saving you". He then says that if he wanted to see them alive he would come to the square Bane would indicate to him and come quietly. Boba is furious for the death of his Bounty Hunter friends and the ones captured so he acts harshly but is subdued by Bossk and Embo, who hold him by the arms while Bane aims at Boba telling him: "well if you want to get it over with so quickly and don’t really care about your friends; fine by me, you can die like your father".

At that moment Aurra, who had taken a sniping position and was holding both Boba and Latts Razzi at gun point (Latts Razzi being disarmed and with her hands up) has a moment of doubt and immediately starts running down the roofs trying to stop Bane from killing Boba. Aurra steps in front of him telling Bane that harming Boba wasn’t part of their agreement and Bane would have said that the agreement has changed (as a nod to Vader’s Empire Strikes Back line: "I’m altering the deal"). Aurra starts to struggle with Bane, in the meantime, that gives Boba the chance to kick both Bossk and Embo and free himself from their grip, but a shot fired by Cad Bane almost hits Boba and Aurra Sing throws herself towards Boba getting shot in the back instead. Bane then has a thousand yard stare and says: "this is what happens when you try to play hero. More innocent people will die unless you lay down your gun and come quietly". Bane seems a little distraught by the death of Aurra so he leaves the scene taunting Boba telling him: "if you have the guts come find me, Fett!" and tells him he’ll be waiting in a square.

(Cue Standoff Clip) Cad Bane in the meantime is waiting and Boba shows up pissed. Cad Bane tells him not to be so hasty and that there was enough killing for the day – so he’s willing to let the hostages go if he surrenders. Highsinger is revealed to be holding both Seripas (out of the armor) and the miner’s leader, Stim. Bossk and Embo join the scene while Dengar is holding Latts Razzi (away from the scene). Bossk and Embo show some respect for the kid and allow him to take his shot. Boba and Bane have their show off (Boba’s jet pack was damaged during the struggle so he removed it) and Boba was now defenseless, out of grenades, almost out of shots etc. Boba and Cad Bane exchange shots, but Boba got a good shot at Bane’s head and kills him.

Episode ends with Boba bandaged on his head (having been rescued from the scene by Bossk, Embo and Highsinger) while recovering – and telling the bounty hunters that he wants to create his own crew, and bounty hunting syndicate with the money they had taken from Bane (even though a lot of it had been destroyed during the struggle, but there was still a bit left).

Boba Fett thus leads his father's legacy, and becomes the man he always was meant to be.

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