#meson martinet

[soranatus]

Star Wars: Smuggler's Guide (2018) - The Crimson Corsair and the crew of the Meson Martinet | Illustrations by Javier Charro Martinez

[reyturnofbensolo]

Really dig Echo’s ship, the Remora!

The design of the Remora is based on the Meson Martinet, a ship glimpsed in Star Wars: The Force Awakens, expanded upon in the LEGO Star Wars: The Force Awakens video game, and then fully realized in Star Wars Resistance.

The transport was equipped with a detachable leech vessel.

[kaminocasey]

Sacred Woman (Part One)

Summary: You're the First Mate on the Meson Martinet, the ship that Sidon Ithano captains. A few years ago, you all accidentally found Kix, thinking he was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Instead, you found an even better treasure. Now, you’re searching far and wide in the galaxy for the scientist who could possibly undo the progressive aging gene in Kix's DNA. You'll stop at nothing.

Pairing: Pirate!Kix x (fem) Pirate!Rader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence, Attempted SA, Blood, Angst, eventual Smut

WC: 3.3K

A/N: I've been working on this since APRIL. I'm so freaking excited about this story! Parts of this were inspired/used from "The Crimson Corsair and the Lost Treasure of Count Dooku" by Landry Q. Walker (Free on Kindle Unlimited). Photos found from Pinterest!

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“Look at this, Blitz… A pretty little thing… walking all alone down this dark alley.” A slimy voice purrs and you automatically start to grab your knife out of your boot. 

One of the guys chuckles, obviously underestimating you. His mistake. It’s been a while since you’ve fought someone, but only because you’ve been doing your best to keep out of trouble. 

“She thinks that’s going to do something.” The other guy smirks, glancing at your knife. 

Normally, you’d give a guy a warning. But with these guys… this could’ve been some other poor woman walking down this back alley, so you won’t feel too bad when you inevitably have to slit their throats. 

You wait for one of them to touch you. You wait for them to make the move… 

“Come on, sweetheart.” The first guy starts to touch your jacket.

That’s all you need. You strike first, grabbing his wrist and bending it back, making him gasp in pain. His buddy is taken aback and stumbles back, startled. Good. 

“You bitch.” The one in front of you, growls and you smirk, pulling your knife up under his chin, trailing it down to his Adam’s apple. 

His snarl quickly turns into trembling fear and he automatically starts begging for his life. They always do… Except his buddy starts to grab for a blaster tucked in his jacket and you quickly throw your knife into his wrist, making him cry out in pain. Sending your fist into the first guy’s right jaw, you knock him right out. He drops with a satisfying ‘thud’ and you quickly slide over to the other guy, grabbing your knife out of his wrist and he starts to run away, leaving his buddy behind with no problem. 

A set of footsteps brings your attention back the other way as you raise your knife, prepared for another fight. You’re met with a tall Delphidian holding one of his hands up in a surrendering manner, the other hand holding a red Kaleesh helmet. 

“What do you want?” You ask him, not tucking away your knife. 

He smiles, softly. “I’m Sidon Ithano, the Crimson Corsair.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?” You lean down and wipe the blade on the shirt of the guy who’s still out cold and then tuck it into your boot again before standing up. 

“I’m a pirate.”

“Okay. And?” You ask him, still staring at him.

“I saw those guys starting to attack you and then tried to come help. But you clearly had no problem on your own, there.” 

You shrug. “Did you need something?” 

“I could use some muscle like that on my crew.” He smiles. 

You let out a huff of a laugh, tilting your head. “You want me to join your pirate crew?” 

He nods. “You’re a Mandalorian, are you not?” 

You stare at him, harder. You’ve not called yourself that for a few years now. There weren’t many of you left. 

“Used to be… How could you tell?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“From your fighting. It was a Mandalorian style I’ve not seen in a long time…” 

“Right…” 

“So, what do you say?” He asks. 

You walk past him. “No thanks.” 

Who the hell is this guy? The Crimson Corsair… why does that name sound so familiar? 

“Do you have another purpose here?” He asks you.

You stop, staring ahead. How could he see through you so well? You’ve been on this planet for a few months, temporarily living in a cheap hostel, doing bounty work on the side. Quite a life, you’ve made for yourself, right? Your family would be so proud… 

It wouldn’t kill you to start a new adventure. Or maybe it would. But either way, you can’t help but be curious. 

You turn around, staring at the tall pirate. “When do we leave?” 

Five Years Later… 

“What do you think?” Sidon’s modulated asks you as you both stand over a dead Trandoshan.

The crew is still up in the ship and as Sidon’s first mate, you’re next to him at all times. He doesn’t speak a lot, except to you. He trusts you to do most of the speaking on his behalf.

“Well, it doesn’t look good.” You joke. 

The planet you’re on isn’t necessarily First Order run… but there is a presence here. You’re supposed to be picking this guy up so he could take you to a scientist who you’ve been searching for for two years.

“Should we leave him, Captain?” You ask.

“Do you think someone is leaving us a message?” He wonders, aloud, ignoring your question. 

“Could be…” You shrug in agreement. 

“But from whom?” Sidon murmurs, kicking the guy over onto his back. “There are very few people who know who we’re looking for.”

His eyes are missing, leaving burnt crispy edges behind. Ew. 

The truth is there could be any number of people trying to “leave you a message”. You have a lot of friends, and you have a lot of enemies. So to narrow it down is next to impossible. 

“Tell me what you think.” Sidon tells you, turning back to face you. 

He glances past you at some of the crew peeking out the hatch. When they see him looking at them, they quickly make themselves busy. 

“I think we should leave him.” You answer. “We’ll find another way…” 

He nods, considering it for a moment… calculating… “We’ll leave him.” 

You start to head back up toward the hatch, Sidon only a step behind you. But you feel him pause, so you turn to look at him as he still stares at the body, deep in thought. After knowing the Captain for the last five years, you’re pretty well able to anticipate his moves and thoughts. It feels like you’ve known him your whole life. 

“What-” You start to ask, but all of a sudden, violent blaster fire is raining down on you.

You and your captain run toward the hatch, with you yelling into your comm to start the ship. Only seconds later, you hear the familiar sounds of boosters and engines starting up. Sidon pauses at the closing hatch toward the culprit of the blaster fire and more than likely also the dead Trandoshan. 

It’s always a trap, isn’t it?

“All hands to stations.” Your voice carries throughout the ship. “I repeat, all hands to stations. We are under attack.”

As you make your way through the Meson Martinet, up to the bridge, you run directly into your medic, Kix. Kix is a clone who once fought in the Clone Wars and got kidnapped by Separatists and held in cryo for 50 years. You and Sidon, and the rest of the crew found him a few years ago, thinking it was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Turned out to be even better than treasure. Though you’d never admit that to anyone. You have a soft spot for the man. He’s also who you were doing all of this for. That Trandoshan was supposed to take you to a scientist who’s supposedly able to undo the progressive aging gene in Kix’s DNA, which once affected all clones.

“You alright?” He smirks. 

You nod. “Yep.” 

“You find the guy?” He asks, falling into step with you as you head toward the bridge again. 

“Yeah, but someone else got to him first apparently.” 

“Dead?”

“Yep.” You reply, popping the ‘p’ sound. 

He considers this as you get into the lift up to the bridge. “Well, we’ll figure it out.” 

“Always so positive.”

“Only because I believe in you.” He grins.

You ignore the warmth spreading through your veins and to your cheeks. 

Get it together, you’re under attack right now, you chide yourself internally. 

When the lift doors slide open, you nod to the medic and approach Sidon. 

“Get us out of here.” Sidon commands Parth. 

“Yes, sir.” He replies. 

The Meson Martinet lurches upwards toward the atmosphere, shaking slightly from taking fire. Yours and Sidon’s eyes remain forward out the windows, until you see the vast blackness of space.

“Hyperdrive. Now.” Sidon commands.

The ship pauses ever so slightly before shooting forwards into the dancing bright blues of hyperspace. You can feel everyone visibly relax once Sidon sits down in the captain’s seat. You stand next to him, looking down at him.

“Where to now?” You ask him.

He gently waves you off, to let him think. With a nod, you walk away to the deck command. 

“Reset the coordinates.” You tell the pilot, Parth, a young Rodian, but also one of the best pilots you’ve ever seen.

“Where for, ma’am?” He asks, quietly.

You glance back at the pondering captain, who still seems to be deep in thought, before giving Parth the new coordinates. It’s a quick split decision that you make. If Sidon decides that it was a waste of fuel, then fine. But for now, you know it’ll be a safe place to go. 

As you walk through the ship, you do your duties of inspecting things, checking the cargo, making sure people are doing what they’re supposed to be doing, helping out when you’re needed. You’ve been Sidon’s first mate for the last four years. It was a hard job at first, but now it all seems to come natural to you.

Kix smiles and says your name from the open door of the incredibly small makeshift medbay when you start to pass by. Stopping to lean in the doorway, you cross your arms with your own soft smile.

You’ll never forget the first time you and Kix locked eyes when he woke up from that cryo-cycle stasis pod. He looked so scared and confused. It made your heart hurt right away, even though you did your best to hide that fact. 

“You don’t understand!” He yelled, his voice breaking as he shoved Reveth, a red twi’lek. “I’m a medic, and I learned something… something horrible… Fives knew. He’s the one who figured it all out after Tup… and it got him killed. But I kept investigating. They said it was a virus…” 

You see out of the corner of your eye Sidon gesturing subtly to Squeaky, a large Gamorrean, who’s surprisingly kind and funny, and Pendewquell, a tall Ishi Tib man who’s been on the crew probably longer than you’ve been alive. The two guys start circling to either side of the poor clone. 

“A chip in our heads. In all the clones’ heads! And an order. A command to betray… kill… and it comes from the Chancellor!” 

Kix had grabbed Squeaky’s outstretched hand and flung him into Pendewquell. The effort is obviously too much for him though and makes him stagger a bit but he keeps talking, quicker this time. 

“The Seppies… captured me. Interrogated me to find out who else knew.” He seems to be sweating and shaking. He looks so sad, your heart is urging you to go to him. 

Finally his eyes land on you and he starts to slow down. 

“I… I never had a chance to tell anyone else what I learned. I didn’t know who I could trust… But I wouldn’t tell them anyway.”

You nod. You’re sure your face is mirroring the heartbreak in this man’s voice. His eyes never leave yours as he continues. 

“So they said… they said they were sending me to someone I couldn’t keep secrets from… To the Sith… the cold… the freezing, burning cold…” He slumps immediately to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

You rush to him, holding him up. His body still freezing cold, you take off your jacket and put it over him.

“Stasis poisoning,” Reveth tells you quietly. “He was trapped in there for too long.” 

“No…! I can still save them. Skywalker…” The clone mumbles intently. “Get me General Skywalker! He’ll help. We can save… save the Jedi… save the Republic!”

“What’s your ID, trooper?” Quiggold, a large nervous Gabdorin, asks him.

“CT-6116.” He coughs. “Kix. They call me… Kix… sir…” 

And with that, he slips into unconsciousness. Reveth hands you a breather to place over his face. 

Kix. You can already tell you’re going to do anything to help this man. No matter what. 

You’d barely made it out of that cruiser alive. A bunch of old super battle droids had powered up and then the ship had started to sink. You’d gone to escape in the escape pods but there had only been one and Sidon pushed everyone into it and then pushed the activation switch, which had launched the crew at a high velocity through the Sea of Sand back on Ponemah Terminal, away from the burning and sinking cruiser. 

You’d stayed nearby for three weeks, camping out, scared to leave Sidon behind if he’d somehow made it. You weren’t ready to be a captain yet. You’d only been a first mate for a year. But supplies had started to run low and a desert planet was a really bad place to be without food and water. 

Kix had recovered, physically. He was of course in deep shock over all the history lessons you’d gently given him. 

You hear your name behind you and find Kix, who was after two weeks out of cryo finally looking a lot better. 

At least, physically. He still woke up every night with nightmares, so you stayed nearby him at all times in case he needed you. Everyone would cast you knowing glances and Q even made the mistake of making a comment, but you threatened his life and he apologized and promised to mind his own damn business. 

“Are you alright?” You ask Kix. 

He smiles that heartbreaking smile and nods. He’s incredibly handsome. Probably the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And since you aren’t the type to sleep around or fall in love, this revelation of how Kix is making you feel makes you nervous.

Reveth and Quiggold walk over to you, intent clear on their faces. Well, mostly on Reveth’s. Q just looks nervous as always. 

“What?” You cross your arms.

“He’s gone.” Reveth tells you. You know she means Sidon. “And we might as well have sunk with him. We’ve lost everything. We’re ruined.” 

“I know… I just…” You look at the massive indent of where the cruiser was three weeks ago. “One more week. I mean maybe-”

“Maybe what?” She demands, clearly agitated. “Maybe the captain somehow tamed the giant worm and rode it through an explosive desert of sand and lava? Is that what you’re hoping for?” 

You shrug. Theoretically, if anyone could do all of that, Sidon could. But… you know deep down there’s more than likely no chance and that it’d be best for the crew if you were to pack it in and start to head back to the Meson Martinet.

Except right as you start to tell everyone to pack it in, yours and everyone’s jaw drops. In the doorway, stands the Crimson Corsair. Sidon Ithano. His cloak is in tatters and his red helmet is in desperate need of a polish. But here he is right now in front of you… alive.

“H-how?” Quiggold asks, clearly at a loss of words.

Hell, so are you. You’re so happy, you could cry. 

Sidon waves away the questions and instead tosses a metal cube to Kix. 

“What is it?” You ask him.

He looks from you to the cube. “It’s… it’s a Separatist cruiser’s memory core.” Kix tells you. “These were designed to self-destruct. But this one… it must have malfunctioned.” 

He looks up at you. “This cube carries a complete map to every hidden droid factory ever built by the Separatists. Secret bases. Weapons warehouses. Everything.”

Reveth passes by and takes the cube, whistling appreciatively at it. “This would’ve been impossible to decode fifty years ago. Now? Easy. We track down those installations… that’s our ancient buried treasure! We’ll be rich!”Quiggold whistles. “And we just happen to have an expert in Clone Wars-era military installations and their security systems on hand. Welcome aboard, Kix.” 

Kix turns back to you and smiles, making your chest tighten at the sight. You smile softly back at him. If he wants to join the crew, you’d be happy to let him. But if he’d rather go on his own, then you’d have to be okay with that, too.

“Would you like to join the Meson Martinet, Kix?” You ask him, trying to keep the hopeful tone down.

He looks around at the rest of the crew before settling his back on your own. “I’d like that very much.”

You try to ignore the excitement stirring in your stomach and instead cast your smile toward the alive captain.

“How did you survive? The fire… the sand… the giant worm?” You ask him, unable to help the curiousness.

“You know better than that, love. I’m Sidon Ithano… I don’t die so easily.” 

“You busy?” Kix asks you. 

You glance down the empty durasteel hall and then back at Kix, going inside the medbay, shutting the door behind you and leaning against the door, crossing your arms again. 

“I’m sorry someone got to that Trandoshan guy before we could.” You murmur. 

Kix was already showing some slight aging. Maybe that of a man in his mid 30s. The lines in his forehead form a little more each year, and his beard makes him look a bit older. In a good way. Distinguished. Rugged. Handsome. 

The thought of finding this scientist when it could be too late… 

“I’m not upset.” Kix’s voice is softer than it should be. 

He should be upset.

“I am, though.” You look up from the floor, staring at him, coldly. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Parth comm-ing you to come to the bridge. 

“On my way.” You keep eye contact with Kix as you speak into the small device. 

You and Kix stare at each other for another moment as his brown eyes bare into yours. With a sigh, you turn to go. 

“If…” He starts, making you pause. “If we don’t find this scientist… it won’t be the end of the world.” 

You turn to glare at him. Maybe not the end of the world… but it would be the end of yours… 

“You’ll need to move on-” He tells you, but you don’t let him finish because you walk away, back up to the bridge. 

How could he say such things? Although, it’s not like he knows how you feel. He doesn’t know how you’d tear apart the entire galaxy to find this scientist. He doesn’t know the things you’d do to give him a good, long, happy life. But you can show him. 

When you reach the bridge, Sidon beckons you forward to him. 

“Concordia?” His modulated voice asks, his head tilted ever so slightly. 

You don’t have to be able to see that he’s quirking an eyebrow at you, curiously. He’s basically been prepping you to be captain since you joined the crew. He always tells you what a great leader you’re going to make one day. So, he’s not questioning your choice per se. But he is curious as to why. You know that.

You shrug. “There’s someone that I think could help us.”

“Incoming aircraft, identify yourselves.” A familiar voice says, and you raise your eyebrows at Sidon, waiting for his final okay. 

He thinks for only a few seconds before nodding. You nod once to him before turning back toward Parth and his command deck. 

“Vil,” You say your brother’s name, letting them know you’re not a threat. “It’s me. I need help.” 

It’s quiet for a long moment. Too quiet for too long. When finally…

“Free to dock. Wait to be boarded.” 

“Copy.” You sigh, then look at your crew. “On your best behavior, everyone.” 

You can feel Sidon’s curious smirk as Parth lands the Meson Martinet. 

“Don’t give me that, right now.” You shake your head, amused. 

“Aye, Captain.” He murmurs, teasingly.

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[mwolf0epsilon]

Do you think the SW Sequels Era did anything right? I've seen a lot of backlash in regards to what they did wrong, but I'm genuinely curious to see what some people think were positives ideas to come out of the whole ordeal. (Luke's characterization, Reylo canonicity completely sidelining Finn and Poe, and Disney/Execs overall throwing their POC cast to the wolves when they weren't happy with conditions were decisions that should have never been made in my own opinion btw)

This is one of those topics that might stir up a wasp's nest depending on who you ask, but honestly the Sequels Era as a whole wouldn't be so bad if the executive decisions behind them weren't such a disrespectful trash fire.

But yeah Anon, I getcha. We've all seen people's (rightfully) negative opinions of the Sequels Era and how much squandered potential the trilogy turned out to be. That said I do think there are some positives. Mostly in the form of ideas that DO still have potential so long as they're approached with care and consideration.

With that said, what I think they did right:

The Force Awakens - It's just a straight up good movie that opened the door to a lot of possibilities. Good OST, good cast, interesting alien and creature designs, combined some pretty dark elements that could very easily be explored more deeply by anyone who's interested in sparking a debate about willing conscription vs forced indoctrination and how to tell the two apart, etc. I still consider it a part of mine and @lost-on-kamino 's Forceful Intervention AU Verse because honestly it's a movie that paid excellent homage to both the original and prequels trilogies.

Star Wars Resistance - A lot of people consider it a subpar show, which honestly I don't see. It has so many interesting themes, from privileged kids that want to actually do good instead of sitting pretty while the world burns around them, the dangers of targeted propaganda and how it's specifically used on youths that are dealing with trauma left behind by war, trying to make your way in a galaxy that isn't always friendly but that can offer you community if you know where to look, and more. The cast is fun, the style isn't the worst I've seen in terms of animation, and overall I feel like it's a breath of fresh air to focus on characters that aren't inherently connected to the Force.

Kix Lives - There is absolutely so much potential behind the reveal that Kix was not only frozen in stasis by Dooku, but also found 50 years in the future after everyone he knew and held dear to his heart have been dead and gone for a long while now. The amount of survivor's guilt and trauma would be immeasurable, if not torturous, and I feel like the writers at least owe it to Kix to help him find some legacy his brothers might have left behind. Be it artifacts or even entire lineages they might have been able to start. If not that, then at least show us some of his adventures with the crew of the Meson Martinet.

Barghests - They added a new kind of space doggo that I absolutely love the design of, and want to see in action so badly. Just look at these absolute creatures of all time:

Delightful beasts! Friend shaped! Worthy of as much esteem as the humble Massiff, the zesty Charhound or the beefy Corellian Hound!

And that's about it on my list of things that the Sequels Era did right. If only the rest wasn't an absolute mess... We could have definitely had something really good to work with.

Ah well... Nothing like rolling up the proverbial sleeves and getting to work exploring all the wasted potential yourselves!

[jadiina-hope]

Y'all Y'ALL!

Hear me out. I might be crazy but hear me out!

The top pic is one of the bandits from Ahsoka episode 6. The bottom is Sidon Ithano, captain of the Meson Martinet and the pirate crew that found Kix!

I don't fully know Kix's post-order 66 story cuz (don't hate me) I haven't read the comic yet so I might be crazy BUT DON'T THEY LOOK SO SIMILAR!?!?

WHAT IF WE SEE KIX!!

[redrobinhoods]

“that’s gonna scar” | Febuwhump 2023

CW: None

Summary: Kix seeks out Jesse for help with an injury

AO3 Link | Febuwhump Index

“Jesse!” Kix hissed, sliding down the muddy knoll to his brother’s side.

Jesse ducked down as blasterfire rang overhead before turning to Kix. “What?”

“Help me get my pack off.”

Jesse paused for a moment, his helmet tilting to the side.

“Just do it.” Kix turned around.

He heard Jesse sigh from behind him before the man obliged, gingerly removing the straps from Kix’s right shoulder, then his left. Kix hissed in pain as the strap touched his left forearm.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Kix turned around, holding his left arm to his chest as he opened the pack with his right hand, looking through the contents.

“Where’s your blaster?”

Kix waved his right hand at the direction he had come from. “Over there.”

“And you’re here.”

Kix extended his arm to Jesse. “Get the vambrace off.”

Jesse’s helmet tilted once again but he obliged before falling backwards with a shout of surprise.

Kix shook his head, gritting his teeth against the pain. “You’re not done yet.”

“Kix.” Jesse breathed, whipping off his helmet. His facad gone white, nausea clear on his features.

“Cut off my blacks.” Kix instructed, bringing out a small knife from his pack.

“Cut off your arm.” Jesse retorted. But he took the knife and carefully slid it under the wrist of the fabric before cutting up, winching as he passed the exposed bone that had cut through to the plastoid. “How?”

“Got thrown by a blast. Slammed into a rock.” Kix frowned as he looked down at his arm. Compound fracture, ulnar midshaft. His frown deepened as he turned his arm. And radial midshaft. “Nice.” He murmured to himself. There was something in him that had separated the pain from himself, perhaps shock, perhaps his own acquaintance with injuries.

“That’s gonna…” Jesse’s voice faded off.

“Need surgery.” Kix finished.

“Scar.” Jesse made a retching sound as he looked back down at the exposed bone. “You need a medic.”

Kix looked up to meet his eyes. “I am a medic. And you have two hands.” He passed Jesse a roll of bandage and dressing. “I’ll walk you through it.”

Jesse took the offered items with a sigh. Kix wouldn’t have been surprised if he did throw up.

“Dressing.” Kix ordered. “Don’t put pressure on the bones.”

Jesse met his eyes before following the orders.

The moment the dressing touched his forearm a scream echoed in his ears. The pain had returned from wherever it had gone, running up his arm like a river of fire. His head swam and for a few moments Kix thought he would pass out. Then the world came back into focus as he bent over on top of his pack, panting. He couldn’t stifle the undignified whimper of pain as he sat back up.

“Wrap me up.” He said hoarsely, his throat burning.

Jesse’s jaw was set tight, worry in his eyes, but he did so with steady hands, ignoring the little whimpers Kix couldn’t hold back as little rivulets of pain shot up from the wound. He didn’t have to ask for a sling. The moment the bandage was secured Jesse was already moving, tightly securing Kix’s left arm to his body.

Kix sighed when Jesse sat back, letting his head loll to his chest as he took in a deep breath of exhaustion.

Jesse’s hand clapped his shoulder. “Sit tight, let me comm Rex.”

“I can still help.” Kix protested.

“No.” Jesse said with a pained smile. “Not today.”

-

Kix didn’t bother to check the water temperature before he stepped into the shower on the Meson Martinet. Fifty years, fifty years in cryostasis. Everything he had been told whirled around his head until it threatened to drag him into the drain with the water. He touched a hand to his ice-burned skin. He expected that it must be hurting him, but his senses were drowning underneath the agony of revelations; some merely hours old, others a week old, fifty years ago.

He drew his fingers along his skin without thought before he paused, fingers over a still-fresh scar. That small mark was enough to bring him to his knees, curling up on himself. He wanted to cry, he wanted to sob, but all he could do was break in silence as the ghost of Jesse’s hand on his shoulder haunted him. Jesse had lain his hand on Kix’s shoulder, last week. Fifty years ago.

[waterlily707]

Castaways we are castaways ✨

The kind of dynamic i'd picture reveth and kix having is more of like brother n sister, but the shitpost kind.

Haha serotonin go brr

[gospelofme]

Kix’s Morning Routine

Post Order 66

The gentle vibrations of the Meson Martinet had helped lull him to sleep initially. But staying asleep had been a challenge. Kix’s dreams had once been a mixture of nightmares and pleasantness. He had once had someone to share that early awakening after a nightmare. Now when he sat up straight, chest heaving and heart racing, he was alone. He looked around the empty space as his eyes adjusted to darkness. There was a small yellow light from a charging station in the corner of the room. His datapad on the station showed that it was back to a full charge.

The former medic flopped back down onto his mattress and stared at the ceiling. This nightmare had been on repeat for the last couple days. It seemed like his mind was trying to make up for 50 years of missed nightmares.

“At least I didn’t dream in stasis...” Kix muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back to sleep. He kept expecting to hear Rex’s voice cut through the silence. Or perhaps hear Fives whisper to Jesse about something. He longed for those sounds. Yearned to wake up back in the barracks, surrounded by his brothers sleeping soundly.

When he had been found and awakened by Captain Ithano and his crew, he had hoped that this was all a nightmare. Or perhaps a simulation by the Separatists and he’d be rescued soon. But as the days passed, it became clear that this was his new life. He had been overwhelmed with all of the information from the last 50 years. So much so that he had decided to slowly expose himself to the history that now formed his new world.

Sleep wasn’t happening so he figured he might as well get up and start the day. He had kept much the same routine has he had previously, with one change. He no longer shaved his face. He trimmed his new beard just enough to keep it healthy and tidy, but he couldn’t bear to see his bare face. He couldn’t bear to see the tattoo on the side of his head. He couldn’t bear to shave in those lightening bolts. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his reflection. To look at the face of his brothers that he had failed.

The refresher was smaller than he was used to. But it was his own. He didn’t have to worry about Fives busting in on him in the shower and pushing him out. His brother overslept sometimes.

“Had over slept.” He corrected himself. He brushed his teeth for two full minutes, swishing mouth wash around after. He stripped and turned on the shower, holding his hand under the water to gauge temperature. Showering on a ship wasn’t any different than the military. There was a limited water supply, so a quick shower was still encouraged. As soon as it was hot enough, Kix jumped in and lathered up. He was still getting used to washing his beard, but he had found some helpful tips on the holonet.

Once clean and rinsed, he shut off the water and grabbed a towel. This part was different now. Before he had hurried to the locker room and had grabbed a pair of blacks, Fives or Jesse would be there giving theirs a sniff test.

From there he would go back to the dorm room, where Rex would be yelling orders and ushering men to get ready.

Now he walked back into his room, his silent room, and picked out a pair of pants and shirt that was clean enough. He had some armor to wear, but it wasn’t anything like his old set. He had painted the red medic symbol on the shoulder plates, but he couldn’t bring himself to design the rest like his previous set.

Once dressed, he grabbed his med bag and dumped it out on his bed. He sorted the meds and supplies into small piles. He needed more pain pills, bacta, and antiseptic. The pirates he now found himself with were similar to his brothers in the sense that they declined pain injections and pills unless absolutely needed. Reveth had a habit of chewing her pills, just like Jesse would do. It grossed him out then and it still did. Before, he would pick out what he needed from the medical supply closet in the barracks, using a code that only the medics knew to open the door. The closet would always be well stocked, Kix didn’t have to put in orders for resupply often.

Now the closet was in his medical room, he put the supplies back in his bag and headed out of his room and down the corridor. Once in the medical bay, he upended his bag on the table and sorted the contents into piles. He opened the door to the supply closet and looked at the inventory. It was pretty bare. They’d need to restock it soon. He grabbed the last two rolls of gauze and shook a couple of the pill bottles, consolidating the pain pills all into one bottle. He knew them by sight so he didn’t worry about mix-ups. He opened the cooler and looked at the bacta supply. They had two injector pens, three small bags, and 6 patches left. He put three of the patches into the small portable cooler but left the rest in the closet. Bacta now had to be smuggled or purchased on the black market. He would discuss the need to resupply with the Captain later. Before all he had to do was put in a request by filling out a form on his datapad, the supplies requested would appear in the closet within a day or two. Now it could be months before they found bacta again at an affordable price.

Kix packed up his bag again and carried it to the galley. Before he would get his tray and find a seat somewhere with Fives and Jesse, maybe Rex would join them. Frequently General Skywalker and Commander Tano ate with them. Now it was either just him or him and Reveth and Quiggold or Squeaky. Captain Ithano would join them occasionally, but he was a man of few words. Today it was just Quiggold, who was waiting for one of the pre-packaged meals to heat up. At least the food wasn’t much different. It was either frozen, pre-packaged meals or freeze dried meals that could be eaten as is or rehydrated. Quiggold held up a frozen breakfast sandwich, to which Kix nodded and shrugged. Quiggold placed Kix’s food in to the small microwave after his was done.

This was his life now. It wasn’t as horrible as it could’ve been. If it wasn’t for this bunch, he’d still be in stasis or dead. They took it upon themselves to take him with them, when they could’ve seen him as a burden and left him to die in the desert. They had been patient with him and felt sympathy for him. He had also found himself useful being among them. They hadn’t had a medic before. He had begun to get that sense of adventure back, traveling to and plundering Separatist bases was something Fives would’ve approved of. He knew that the path to recovery was going to be painful and hard. There had already been days he just hid away in his room and cried. Moments where PTSD just overwhelmed him.

It had been said that his kind was immune to mental and physical stressors. That PTSD was something that wouldn’t impact them. Seems like the Kaminoans had been wrong about that.

[skeletonbagels]

PLEASE tell me who runs these sidon ithano rp accounts on twitter. they haven't been online in 4 years and i will make it my duty to find these legends and follow them

[florathaumatos]

me cradling sidon ithano’s head

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[soranatus]

Star Wars: Scum and Villainy: Case Files on the Galaxy's Most Notorious (2018) - The Crimson Corsair oversees the loading of cargo | Illustration by Alen Rocha

[toastoat]

my late submission for day 5 of Ithano Week ! 

the meson martinet crew (minus quiggold bc i couldn’t figure out how to put him in human clothing....) in modern attire !

[kaminocasey]

Summary: You're the First Mate on the Meson Martinet, the ship that Sidon Ithano captains. A few years ago, you all accidentally found Kix, thinking he was the lost treasure of Count Dooku. Instead, you found an even better treasure. Now, you’re searching far and wide in the galaxy for the scientist who could possibly undo the progressive aging gene in Kix's DNA. You'll stop at nothing.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence, attempted SA, Blood, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow-ish Burn

Pairing: Pirate!Kix x (fem) Pirate!Rader

TAGLIST FORM | Sacred Woman Playlist

Sacred Woman

Not So Welcome Home

[captain-ithano]

Hello everyone! This is the official account for Captain Ithano Draw Prompt Week, a week to celebrate the red space pirate who shows up for 10 seconds in The Force Awakens and much more in a wonderful short story by Landry Q. Walker! 

The event will take place November 25th - December 1st 2018!

Below are the daily prompts: 

• Day 1:  Family // Relationships 
 

• Day 2:  Secret Talents
 

• Day 3:  Holiday // Vacation
 

• Day 4:  Unmasked Headcanons // Appearance Headcanons
 

• Day 5:  Modern Attire // Alternate Universe
 

• Day 6:  Fears // Angst
 

• Day 7:  Free Space // Your choice! 
 

Rules: 

1 ) The tag is #ithanoweek, be sure to tag your works as such when you post them! If you’d prefer, you can also submit works to this blog and we’ll publish them.  

2 ) Any media is allowed: fanart, fan fiction, music playlists, gifs, edits, etc.



3 ) Be respectful to people’s headcanons. 

4 ) Tag appropriately (e.g.: nsfw, trigger warnings, etc.) 

5 ) As always, no offensive/hateful content. 

If you have any questions feel free to send a message or ask to this blog. Thank you for the interest! Please spread the word!

[noonkey]

self-inserts make me HAPPY !

[valkyrie-soulless]

so the actual design for pirate kix still pisses me off for multiple reasons so here is my own take