#maximillian veers

[gffa]

Listening to Sam Witwer literally breathlessly say “Veers had caught a glimpse of Lord Vader donning his helm. There was only a man in there” was already hilarious! But then this ever increasingly bombastic and overly serious take on Darth Vader, saying his chamber looked like the JAWS OF A SLEEK BLACK BEAST and he’s this towering figure of rage, and it just keeps going! And I’m in hysterics because, yes, Darth Vader is a walking nightmare, an angel of death, a larger than life figure that’s borderline a god of violence, but also that’s Anakin Skywalker. The whole experience of the prequels means that I can never ever separate out Mr. Walking Nightmare from the guy who is probably reading Veers’ horny thoughts towards him like:

[gramriel]

Veers: A guy is interested in me, and I am not going to ignore it!

Piett: Max, I want you.

Veers: You want me to what?

Piett: I,, uh...

Veers: Forgot what you were gonna say? Happens to me all the time. Well, I'm off!

Piett: wtf

[moff-times]

[musewrangler]

Vader waited for her.

She exited thirty minutes later and only faltered slightly when she saw him.

“I have already endured the Grand Moff’s tirade,” she informed him, walking down the corridor. He kept pace with her. “I do not need you to add to it.”

“I know it was you,” he stated in low tones as they turned a corner, joining the much wider and busier corridor which led to the massive atrium up here.

“Do you indeed?” she asked calmly, running a hand over her elaborate braids to smooth them.

Padme’ wore braids like that….

He crushed Anakin Skywalker’s memory.

“Turn me in then,” she continued, turning to enter the first doorway to the tropical part of the atrium. “Report me to your Emperor. Make his shriveled little heart dance with joy.”

Again, that deeply buried bit of him reacted. Another lifetime ago he might have laughed. Even now under his mask, his mouth curled.

Aloud he said, “He is your Emperor too.”

“He does say that doesn’t he,” she agreed without agreeing as they strolled between flowers that likely smelled delicious if he could still smell.

[pianopadawan]

Completed Crack Fanfic: How to Have a Wholesome Imperial Friendship Under Penalty of Death

Read it on AO3

Chapter 4 is now posted along with a little epilogue.

Summary: In which Darth Vader is in need of a new best friend, and Lieutenant Piett must not fail him. Surely, this officer's retreat on board the Halcyon cannot possibly go wrong...

Rated: T

Pairings: Veers/Piett, Anakin/Padme (mentioned)

[zeldurz]

Heads Up, 7 Up

I was tagged by the lovely @alexx-dax, thank you!

Rules: post the last 7 sentences from one of your WIPs

I am an all over the place writer, so I will share from a couple fics I’ve been working on!

From Whatever it takes (chapter…. Whatever I’m on now)

“I don’t know if you remember this, Admiral, but when we were reunited I found you… Incapacitated.”

“I’m going to assume in more than merely a ‘stabbed through the heart’ way?” Dr St Royal added drily, preparing an infusion of some sort as she spoke.

Pellaeon nodded, his expression serious. “Admiral Thrawn has had… some adverse reactions to bacta in the past, and apparently their solution was to… tie him up.”

“Excuse me?” Doctor St Royal said incredulously. “Aren’t you supposed to be the most important person in the entire Empire?”

Thrawn shrugged. “It seems that ‘important’ does not always equate with ‘well cared for’.

These next few don’t have names, so I’ll just give you the title of my google doc

From Heart attack with Piett and Veers

“It looks like the patient has suffered a cardiac arrest!” A cheerful metallic voice called out, and Veers felt his world start to slide out from underneath him. He knew of ACR-Droids in theory, of course, since they were covered in basic field training, but he had never needed to see one in action before.

“Can I help you with that?” The droid asked cheerfully, nudging past Veers towards where Piett was lying on the ground.“Proceed,” was all Vader said, his harsh mechanical breathing filling the otherwise completely silent bridge.

“Great! Please continue Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation while I analyze the patient!”

Time seemed to freeze as the bridge held their collective breath, waiting to see what the droid had to say. Veers stepped to the side, trying to get a better view of what was going on, and immediately regretted it

And finally, from Something Something Thrawn has a bad time (an AoH inspired fic)

“You will not see me again.” Ruhk’s voice seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and when Pellaeon looked up again, the Noghri was gone.

“Let’s get you home, Sir,” Pellaeon said softly, keying his comm for the medical evac team. “You’ve been away too long.”

—————

The shuttle ride back to the Chimaera had been mercifully quick - the deafening silence of the medics punctuated only by the beep of the equipment keeping Thrawn alive and the occasional grunt of pain, even under deep sedation.

“I won’t lie to you, Captain,” one of the medics - a Lieutenant Derik, Pellaeon vaguely recalled - had said when they first boarded, “I don’t know how much we’ll be able to do. We simply don’t have the resources-“

“Find them, Lieutenant,” Pellaeon had snapped back, his patience fraying. “I don’t care how you do it or how much it costs, but I order you to save Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

Derik had given him a nervous nod, and the rest of the medics had steered clear of his corner of the shuttle for the rest of the trip.

I am gently tagging anyone who wants to do this - tag me so I can come fawn over your wips please!

[musewrangler]

😂😂😂😂

*a baby is crying*

Piett, picking up the baby: It’s okay, you’ll learn how to do that on the inside when you get older.

Needa: …

Needa: So this is what Veers meant when he said you need therapy.

[artist-anon08]

REQUEST OPEN

I’m now taking requests for fanfics, headcanons, and doodles! Whether you want to explore a headcanon, read a story , or see a quick doodle of your faves, I'm here for it!I primarily write for GN/AFAB reader inserts or character/character pairings (romantic or platonic).

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[fritzlichty]

REQUEST OPEN

I’m now taking requests for fanfics, headcanons, and doodles! Whether you want to explore a headcanon, read a story , or see a quick doodle of your faves, I'm here for it!I primarily write for GN/AFAB reader inserts or character/character pairings (romantic or platonic).

Characters I'll write for:

🔮 Gravity Falls — Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, and Other GF characters

🌌 FFXIV (Char/WoL/Reader) — Emet-Selch, Gaius Van Baelsar, Varis Zos Galvus, Regula Van Hydrus, and Zenos Yae Galvus

🌂Reverse 1999 — A knight, Sonetto, Vertin, Dikke, 6, Any characters on the global server 💥 TF2 — Medic, Spy, and Other mercs (I’ll try...)

🌟 Genshin Impact — Capitano, La Signora, Dottore, Neuvillette, Zhongli Arlecchino, and Pierro

🌠 Star Wars (Imperials only) —Darth Vader Firmus Piett Maximillian Veers, and any other Imperials! I also write for OC

🎃 Miscellaneous — Madoka/Homura, William Afton, Slenderman, Shadow Master, Lord Shen (Gijinka), Gaster, Hannibal Lecter, Vlad Dracula Tepes, Lisa Tepes and Captain Hook (Disney version and 2003 version)

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NSFW, SFW, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes, character study, action/adventure, and platonic relationships.

🚫What I Won’t Write 🚫

P#dofilia (DO I REALLY NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS??) - Incest - vivziepop media - Bestiality - Vore - Extreme Gore/Torture - Proship/Problematic Ships - Fetish that I'm not comfortable with (No feet everyone… Sorry)

✨ How to submit: Requests are open in my ask box, just drop your ideas! Let me know if you’re requesting a fanfic, headcanon, or doodle. Be sure to specify characters and any other details you’d like to include! Please be specific to help me with my work!

[max-veers]

GENERAL MAXIMILLIAN VEERS.

ANONYMOUS GREY HEAD

[errantindy]

Also check out him out in Veers' story "Truest Duty," Sam Witwer really sells Veers' worshipping mancrush on Darth Vader. It's GREAT.

So I’m finally listening to *A Certain Point Of View: The Empire Strikes Back*.

And “Hunger” about the Wampa who attacks Luke is WILD! Sam Witwer, voice of Maul in TCW and Starkiller in TFU, is the narrator, and he makes the Wampa have so much emotion and fury and MADNESS in a way only he can. I LOVE IT.

And interesting detail is I think the Wampa had originally lived in an ancient humanoid structure that from his familiarity with a smell from Luke MIGHT hint that the structure could be one of the bases from The Old Republic MMO.

[musewrangler]

“Today,” the Emperor’s voice rang out. It must be amplified to carry so well, and Piett saw that there were massive holo screens set up in the square below with Palpatine’s image upon them. The galaxy could see this. And Piett realized that included Veers. The Princess. His ship…

I’m sorry, he thought. He knew his death would hurt them. But in some ways it was a comfort—-mere years ago there would have been no one to mourn his death. Now, he had a friend like a brother and a dear girl who had given so much for the freedom of the galaxy. A magnificent ship that cared about him.

“Today, you will see justice done. Let it be known to all the faithless across the galaxy. To the so called ‘Rebel Alliance’. Thus always to traitors!!”

The square erupted with waving red flags and roaring approval.

Blood lust, Piett thought.

The squad took up their positions in front of him—five troopers and their commander.

His heart beat wildly, doing its best to keep him alive these last seconds.

He hoped his fear didn’t show. He straightened as much as he could and tilted his jaw to look straight at them.

“Ready!”

Thank you for everything, Max.

“Aim!”

Lady of mine, I grieve for you.

“Fire!”

[kanerallels]

For the AU asks: 5, 10, and 13, with Ezra and Veers teaming up!

5. What is something you kept the same? Well... pretty much everything, honestly. The only difference is that General Maximillian Veers was briefly working with the Seventh Fleet at EXACTLY the wrong time. And therefore, Ezra has an ally. And so in that sense, everything is different

10. Is there a character you wish you could have included, but couldn't? Why? Well, the fic I wrote was like five sentences, so there were a lot of people. I would love to explore Veers and Thrawn's dynamic, and I wish I could write about where Piett is at in this au (cause I have some Very Specific Thoughts about that)

13. Write a lil snippet set in this verse. Oh-ho-ho don't mind if I DO:

"You know, you never actually told me what your name was," the boy remarked as Veers slid down the rope they'd secured to the edge of the hole torn in the deck.

Dropping down, Veers arched an eyebrow at him. "I rather thought you wouldn't care, considering the comments you've made about most Imperials."

He had the audacity to grin. "Fair enough. I'll admit, I have some pretty strong feelings about Imperials. But you seem to have plenty of those about the rebels, so I think it balances out well enough. Plus, Rebel or Imp, we're in the same boat now. I'm Ezra."

"Fair enough," Veers murmured ruefully. Oh, Firmus. You'd like this one. "Veers. General Maximilian Veers."

"Nice to meet you, General."

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 33

I wish someone would summon Admiral Motti for a séance session or insult the engineering team of the DS-I. He is evidently bored and has far too much free time. I, on the other hand, have far too little time to sift through all of his threatening spam transmissions piling up in my inbox.

I will say, he is very creative with his threats. If I weren’t so stressed, I might have even laughed at a few of them. The one about the Sarlacc Pit was mildly amusing, though I did not appreciate the comment stating that he would use a "miniature Sarlacc Pit". I know a childish gibe about my height when I see one. I’m very secure in my intangible spectral body, of course, but I don’t see why people feel the need to continuously comment on it. As ghosts, we spend so much of our time levitating that I’m not even sure why it would matter anymore. Granted, I don’t generally levitate quite as high above the ground as the other ghosts. It’s rather uncomfortable for me. It feels as if I’m standing on tiptoes, and frankly, I don’t see the point.

At any rate, I am quite sure that most average sized Sarlacc Pits are more than 1.65 meters deep. Motti’s threats are all invalid, but that particular one was especially invalid.

Regardless of their validity, the threats have become such a nuisance that I know I must address them one way or another. So, I brought up the matter with Max.

“Jerjerrod’s always been sensitive,” Max said. “Though I am curious what you said to get him so worked up. I’ve heard you scandalized him with your colorful vocabulary of expletives.”

I don’t actually remember whether or not I cursed out Jerjerrod. That entire shift is a blur. I will confess I was likely too exhausted to censor myself, but I didn’t think it would matter.

“We’re in the bloody navy, Max, not some Monastery of the Whills,” I said. “If he’s scandalized by me telling him to kriff off and do his job or something like that, he needs to get over himself. I still can’t believe he ran off tattling to Motti, and now the bloke wants to challenge me to some sort of duel to settle it. I don’t have time for this.”

Max nodded and then said something odd:

“You’re going to do it, right?”

“Do what?” I asked him.

“Fight Motti, of course,” Max said. “What sort of fight is it going to be? Perhaps we could cast lots on it. It’d be good for morale in the spirit of the holiday haunting.”

For a moment, I thought he was joking. Max has a wonderful sense of humor, after all. Then, I realized he was being entirely serious.

“I’m not planning on dueling Motti,” I told him. “I’m a respectable commanding officer of the Imperial Navy, Max, not some pit fighter on Geonosis.”

“That isn’t the point,” Max said sternly. “This is about your reputation, Firmus. The last thing you want is to look like a coward. How will anyone respect your command?”

We argued for a long while about this. I still do not think it’s fair that I should have to fistfight Motti in a dark alley to gain the respect of the armed forces. However, Max is insistent that this is necessary to protect my masculine honor. To be frank, I've never thought much about protecting my masculine honor. I suppose I’ve simply been lucky that it’s never been threatened. But I’ve also never really given much thought to the subject, and I doubt anyone would know it better than Maximillian Veers.

So, I promised Max that I’d “be a man” and accept Motti’s challenge. I am not familiar with the dueling protocol on Seswenna. Axxila has no protocol when it comes to fights. We simply hit each other. But it seems other planets have very complicated rules about how to fight properly. According to the rules on Denon, if Motti and I can’t settle things ourselves, we can nominate a representative on our behalf for another round. I believe it is only fair that if I have to fight Motti, Jerjerrod should have to fight Max. I know that this would go terribly for Jerjerrod, and it is possible that the threat of this happening will be enough to have him ask Motti to withdraw the challenge altogether.

I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but it seems I have no choice. My mother is in agreement with Max. I spoke with her on the matter over séance, and she told me that I’d better not “dishonor the Piett family name in the afterlife”. She then informed me that if she was to make a wager on the fight, she’d place her credits on Motti. I did not ask for this information.

Lord Vader also believes that I must accept the challenge.

“If he is not with you, then he is your enemy and you must destroy him,” he told me, regarding Motti. “The same goes for Jerjerrod and Needa.”

I do not know why he brought Needa into this, though I didn’t see any use in correcting him. I do hope that someday, Lord Vader will overcome his hatred for Needa. I do not know where it stems from. Needa is a nice man, even if he is a complete idiot with naïve ideals about the world.

Speaking of Needa, he is the only person who advised me against fighting Motti. He told me that I should simply explain that I lost my temper and tell Jerjerrod that I am sorry for what I said to him. This is, of course, incredibly foolish advice and I do not plan on heeding it. For one thing, I am not at all sorry for whatever I said to Jerjerrod, and I do not wish to be a liar. Secondly, humble apologies are against COMPNOR regulations according to the latest ISB-issued handbook.

So, now I have to set aside time from planning the holiday haunting to compose a properly aggressive reply to Admiral Motti’s challenge and then block off time in my schedule appropriately for the fight. I am not aware of any dark alleys in the Imperial afterlife. Perhaps there are some in the Rebel Scum afterlife, but I doubt we’d be able to concentrate on the fight there with all the heckling. Regardless of the venue, I hope the fight will be quick and efficient. I don’t have much time to spare.

- Admiral Piett

Read the full log on AO3.

[brands4you]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lego Star Wars General Maximillian Veers Goggles Print Minifigure Minifig.