#jfo stinger mantis

[spaced0lphin]

Stinger Mantis Interior Shots for Reference

Here is a collection of some interior shots of the Stinger Mantis, as a visual resource intended for fic writers and artists. I included basic overviews of each area, and a few angles of notable interest (Such as what Cal can actually see when sitting in his chair, or his cot.) Find them all behind the cut!

The Galley

The Seating Area

The Cockpit

The Cockpit: Cal's Eye View (Seated)

Cal's Room

Cal's Room: Cal's Eye View (Lying on Cot)

The Weird Secret Room Under the Stairs

This is probably a hallway leading to Greez and Cere's individual quarters. The actual doors at the end of this hallway have weird textures on, but understandable as they're never meant to be seen.

Enjoy! I hope these are useful. If you need reference like this of other areas, let me know.

[breakfastteatime]

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."

[imaginative-joy]

“I JUST THOUGHT YOU’D LIKE TO SEE SOME FLOWERS IN DIFFERENT COLORS. THAT’S ALL. AM I TOO LOUD? THIS FEELS TOO LOUD.”

(Shortly after Merrin joins the Mantis crew and discovers Greez’s garden.)

Another doodle from 2021! (I can’t believe I haven’t shared my JFO shenanigans until now!)

[bejeweled-jyn]

Conversations on the Mantis

*the engine room*

Merrin: Talk dirty to me.

Cal: I’m not good at it.

Merrin: Just do it.

Cal: Umm.. I’ve been bad…

Merrin: Oh yeah? How bad?

Cal: I kicked a bogling.

Merrin: Yeah… Wait what?

[stealingpotatoes]

Oh my god i just realized

We have Anakin, Padme, Luke, and Leia (as well as Obi-wan and Ahsoka) all interacting with the Ghost Crew, but what about our OTHER Force Sensitive Family that lives on a spaceship; The Stinger Mantis?

I’m curious to know what would happen if any of the Skywalker Family ran into Cal Kestis and his friends :3

I'm curious too lolll -- I don't think I'm far enough into JFO to answer this sorry!!!

[void-spells]

The JFO/Survivor Discord is ready to go! Hope in if you like!!

Note: this server is 16+, and is NOT an RP server

[vawrecktyl]

@gran-maul-seizure I saw you reblogged my previous batch for reference so I thought I’d upload the rest that I had in case they might be helpful!!

[four-armed-bandit]

stinger mantis appreciation - cockpit + crew

my screenshots | my writing

bonus

[space-blue]

The art of JFO — The Stinger Mantis

[capricornus-rex]

I got kidney stone from watching Greez and his salt

Awkward Stinger Mantis Family Dinner, Ft. Greez and His Comfort Seasoning.

… Bud, Greez, my dude, I think that’s enough seasoning, even BD-1′s concerned.

[bejeweled-jyn]

Conversations on the Mantis

Cal: Hey there pretty nightsister

Merrin: I am not going with you to Lothal to watch you spar with Kanan.

Cal: What? Can’t a friend compliment another friend on there appearance for no reason.

Merrin: He can but it’s still not changing my mind.

Cal: Well maybe, what’s in my pants will change your mind.

Merrin: Oh yeah?

Cal: It’s my lightsaber

*Cal pulls out and illuminates his lightsaber*

Cal: And its long isn’t it…

BD-1: *Beep Boop Boop Beee—eep*

Merrin: No BD I heard it too.

Cere: Unfortunately, we all did.

Cal: *Clueless face*

Greez: *whisperes something to cal*

Cal: *blushes* OMG

[four-armed-bandit]

stinger mantis appreciation - engine room cal’s room

my screenshots | my writing

[space-blue]

Honestly, this is all on you and the history you want to give the ship.

I started writing my own Bane fic before his appearance in TBB, so I gave him a ship that was mostly modeled after the Stinger Mantis from JFO. As in, long, fast, with spare room and made to stay in orbit and Bane moving in and out with the Xanadu Blood.

I figured the number of rooms and compositions would entirely depend on the purpose of the ship before Bane acquired it.

So like... Maybe it has a lounge, but Bane uses it for some other purpose? Maybe it has multiple guest rooms, but Bane turned them into weapon storage and cells.

You can spin anything, depending on the nature of the ship, unless you want to go the "custom made" route. And Banes certainly should have the means for that. If it's a custom made ship it's an entirely different conversation.

Cad Bane's Ship, The Justifier. How Many Rooms??? POLL.

This is a poll! I'm currently making Blueprints for the Justifier. For fanficiton purposes, this is important, so I want your opinions! It's surprisingly roomy, being over 65 feet long (40 feet of usable space w/o ship's tail), with 2 main decks. The main fuselage has bit wider than a bus type hallways, but the top deck also has room within the "wings" for extra space. There is easily enough room for cabins, a kitchen, and a refresher/bathroom. It's half the size of the Millennium Falcon, tbh, which is 114 feet, but if people can live in a converted school bus.... Lower deck contains the entryway/airlock, prison cells, and storage/rear loading dock. (You can see the dock on the Lego set!) Upper deck contains cockpit, hallway, and unknown rooms. I'm looking at tiny house and "Schooly" bus designs. This heckin' WORKS, bro. @wolveria @thebluevipersden @bluedaddysgirl @sinisterexaggerator @cadbanee @storm89 @one-desperate-duros @a-big-hat @deepbluespace4 @unmarked-credits @oboedreamz @techmiranda

[space-blue]

Daddy McDadface strikes back. He gets dressed, has his first civilised meal, gets to show off, keeps his tears in check this time, and just like me, cannot wait to crash for the night.

Malicos is SUCH unexpected fun to write. Very much looking forward to next chapter, which will include a more personal and emotional moment between him and Merrin. Maybe controversial too, who knows, I'm going wild with this fic. #found family ayoo

[ledeni-tm]

Ok, so I couldn't get this out of my head since i read this wonderful one shot. Thank you @breakfastteatime for bringing Cal with a braid crown to us. So, may I present you : Queen Kestis of the Stinger Mantis.

Bonus Merrin being very proud of her hard work because she deserves the praises.

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."

[breakfastteatime]

Eeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Thank you so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰 So pretty!!!! Look at his crown!!! And Merrin is so proud of her work. I love it so much!!!!!!

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."