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Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!
A/N:Â I'm so excited to share this spooky, sexy one-shot sequel to Martyrs and Kings! I've been planning this fic for months, and I hope y'all love it. Quick note: obviously, this fic contains spoilers for M&K; however, it was beta-read by my partner who has not (yet) read the original fic, and they said it worked as a stand-alone story, so if you haven't read M&K yet and don't mind spoilers, read on!
This fic is dedicated to the amazing @clonemedickix in gratitude for all the love and support that you've shown me and so many others in the fandom. Thank you so much for everything you do, and particularly thank you for your feedback on the field medicine. You are a rock star!
One final caveat: I am a horror wimp, but I did my best. Please don't expect Stephen King đ
Pairing:Â Post-stasis Kix x OFC Dr. Maree Finnall
Rating:Â M (minors DNI)
Wordcount:Â 5k (this just made M&K 10% longer lol)
Warnings and tags: peril; suspense; violence; blood and injury; gore; medical procedures; adult language; SMUT; oral sex; face-sitting; Kix activating my competence kink like no other. IMPORTANT: an additional content warning is listed at the end of the fic due to spoilers. If you have triggers, please check the end of the fic for the BOLD PINK TEXT before reading.
Summary:Â The crew of the Meson Martinet goes after the score of a lifetime and discover that they may have bitten off more than they can chew.
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âB1.5-series battle droids are a myth,â Kix said firmly. âYouâre wasting your time.â
âThe good doctor doesnât share your opinion,â Quiggold argued.
Sidon Ithano, as usual, said nothing, his crimson helmet swiveling slowly toward Maree. Kix turned to her as well, his jaw set, his eyes full of confidence that she would back him up. Kriff it. She absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this argument.
She cleared her throat. âThereâs⌠some debate in the academic community about their existence, actually. If they ever were created, they were never deployed at any recorded battleâand itâs a good thing, too.â
âWhy is that, exactly?â Reeg Brosna asked.
He was sprawled on the bench of the dinette, his arm draped around Orys Brenko as the research assistant perked up immediately.
âIs it true that they used nanodroids to retrofit original B1-series droids?â Brenko asked, his face flushing dark green with excitement.
âThat is one theory,â Maree said circumspectly, keenly aware of Kixâs scrutiny. âAccording to contemporary sourcesâand noting that those sources are unreliable at bestâthe B1.5s had significantly upgraded blaster resistance. There was another rumor as well, even less credible.â
âWhat rumor?â Reveth interrupted, leaning forward over the table, drawing Ithanoâs attention subtly.
âThey said the B1.5s could keep going even if you blasted their processors,â Kix cut in before Maree could reply. âIt was a stupid story the commandos made up to scare the shinies.â
âBut what if it wasnât?â Brosna asked. âIndestructible battle droids? Theyâd be worth a fortune.â
âEven if they donât exist, the haul from a Techno Union stronghold could set us up for life,â Reveth pointed out. âI say we go after it.â
Squeaky grunted his agreement, predictably. The Gamorrean was always guaranteed to follow the pretty Twiâlekâs lead. Reveth could have suggested a nude spacewalk, and Squeaky would have thought it was a grand idea. Brosna and Brenko voted in favor as well. Kix voted against, and Maree did as well, purely out of solidarity. Privately, she was consumed with curiosity about the B1.5s, and she couldnât deny that the possibility of such a groundbreaking discovery was alluring in the extreme.
Quiggold voted in favor, and Ithano abstained, and so it was decided: the crew would send a team to scout the Techno Union stronghold, and if they found anything worthwhile, the rest of Ithanoâs small fleet would join them.
âWeâre gonna need your expertise, Doc,â Reveth said to Maree.Â
âAbsolutely not,â Kix snapped.
Maree glanced at him in surprise. It was unlike him to try to overrule her choice, and she didnât care for it. âReveth is right, Kix. Iâll be able to identify the highest-value items, and I have a good idea of whatâs in demand.â
Kix looked away, clearly unhappy, but recognizing that heâd overstepped. âFine. But if youâre going, Iâm going, too.â
âWeâll need you to stay and command the fleet from the Scorpion while the captain is away,â Quiggold interjected.
âFuck that,â Kix growled. âBrosna is my first mateâhe can take command from the Scorpion. When it comes to Mareeâs safety, I outrank everyone on this ship.â
âBrosna doesnât have the experienceââ Quiggold began.
âAgreed,â Ithano said, his deep voice cutting through the buzz of conversation and debate in the Martinetâs galley. âQuiggold, command the fleet from the Martinet. Brosna, take the Scorpion. Reveth, Squeaky, youâre with us.â
The captainâs decision was final, and within a few hours, Kix, Maree, Reveth, Squeaky, and Ithano had boarded the Scorpionâs shuttle Stinger and departed for the desolate moon where the Techno Union base had sat untouched for over fifty years.
âFifty credits says we find nothing,â Kix said.
âIâll take that bet,â Reveth replied.
Squeaky grunted his agreement. Ithano said nothing.
âMaree, you want in on this action?â Reveth asked.
âKix and I have a private bet on the side,â Maree said with a mischievous twinkle as Kix shot her an inscrutable look.
Reveth smirked. âSounds like fun.â
âOh, it will be,â Maree replied. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of crimson as Ithano moved through the shuttle. On impulse, she leaned in and whispered in Revethâs ear cone.
Revethâs eyes widened as her mechanical hand instinctively settled on Mareeâs waist. âDamn. You and Kix want a third for that?â
Ithanoâs helmet whipped to the side as he suddenly became very interested in the conversation. Maree suppressed a laugh.
âWhat do you think, Kix?â Maree asked with faux innocence. âCan Reveth play with us?â
Kix eyed her with a perfectly neutral expression that warned Maree he knew exactly what she was up to. âYou gotta win that bet if you want to call the shots.â
âYouâre on,â Maree replied immediately.
Ithanoâs helmet swiveled from Maree, to Reveth, to Kix, and back to Reveth, but he said nothing. Kix merely turned back to the navigation controls and continued to pilot the shuttle toward their destination.
The old Techno Union stronghold was on a remote, swampy moon, and the dense vegetation had grown thickly over the past five decades. Kix was forced to set the shuttle down several klicks from the decrepit base. He didnât like it. He didnât kriffing like any of this. It was too far; theyâd be too exposed; their progress would be too slow in the mud. He glanced at Maree and felt his anxiety spike.
How the kark am I supposed to protect her out there?
He double-checked her gear as she suited up, adjusting the fit of her holster for a quicker draw. He quickly inspected her blaster before handing it to her.
âWhatâs going on?â she asked quietly. âYouâre on edge.â
He shook his head. âI donât have a good feeling about this mission.â
âItâs not the first time weâve gone into one of these old strongholds,â she pointed out. âWeâll be okay.â
He nodded. âYeah. Yeah. Youâre right. Just⌠Keep your eyes open.â
âI will,â she promised. âAnd I know youâll watch my back. Just like Iâll watch yours.â
He traced his fingertips along her jaw as he pulled her closer to himself. He couldnât feel her soft warmth through his armor, but her nearness felt comforting regardless. He kissed her gently, threading his fingers through the hair that she wore in loose braids.Â
She looked so different now than she had the first time heâd met her two years earlier; her elegant wardrobe replaced with sturdy, practical clothing meant to withstand rough field work and the occasional blaster fight. But underneath, she still smelled like tea and honey and home. She was still the sameâstill his Maree.
âIf youâre finished sucking the lips off her face, can we get going?â Reveth teased. âDroids arenât gonna find themselves.â
Despite Kixâs misgivings, the trek to the derelict base was uneventful. Squeaky stayed with the shuttle in case they needed a quick extraction, while Ithano, Reveth, and Maree hacked their way through the underbrush along with Kix. It was slow going, and the swamp was creepy as hell, but eventually they made it to the plastcrete and durasteel structure.
There was no power to the base, so they cut their way through the sealed exterior blast doors. Once inside, the group fell silent as they made their way through the dusty, cobwebbed hallways. The base was pitch black inside, illuminated only by their own torches, and once again, Kix felt the simmering anxiety in his gut begin to roil.
âSomethingâs been living in here,â Reveth muttered, training the beam of her flashlight on a tangle of debris that was unmistakably a nest for something⌠large.
Kix didnât respond, but he reached out and pulled Maree closer to himself, then drew one of his DC-17s. Ithano brought up the rear, his blaster rifle ready.
âControl center should be just ahead,â Maree whispered. âReveth might be able to restore power from there.â
âWeâll be karked if she canât,â Kix replied quietly.
âHappy thoughts, Kix,â Maree murmured.
Right. Happy thoughts. Spiced biscuits. Unlimited bacta. Mareeâs tits. More credits than Iâve ever seen in my life. The Scorpion. Weapons caches. Mareeâs thighs. Mareeâs thighs on my shoulders. Mareeâs thighs framing my face while she ridesâuh, weapons caches.
âControl center,â Reveth called under her breath as she reached a sealed doorway.
They pried it open enough to squeeze through. Kix went first, sweeping his light across the room as he scanned for threats. Reveth followed, then Maree and Ithano. Reveth headed straight for the control console and plugged in her small power unit and began to fiddle with the controls.
âHappy thoughts,â Kix mumbled, returning to the doorway to keep watch over the pitch-dark corridor.
Within a few moments, Reveth let out a quiet, triumphant huff as the control console flickered to life, dimly illuminating the room. She went to work immediately, interfacing her datapad with the ancient console.
âDamn. Main power cells are depleted,â she said. âIâll try to at least get emergency lighting turned on.â
âWhy would the power be depleted if the base has been abandoned for decades?â Maree asked. âThe Techno Union had extraordinarily advanced power cells that were capable of storing energy far longer.â
âUnless something used it,â Reveth said.
Kix swiveled his head to stare at the Twiâlek.
âLike what?â he bit out.
She shrugged. âDunno. But we might find out as soon as I get the data decrypted.â
A distant, deep hum sounded, and red light flickered on throughout the base.
âNicely done,â Maree told Reveth.
âLetâs get the data and get the kriff out of here,â Kix growled, hating every minute of their time in the farking spooky base.
âWorking on it,â Reveth snapped. âThink you can do it faster?â
Ithano glanced between Kix and Reveth, then moved to join Kix at the doorway, blaster rifle raised. âWhat is it?â
âNot sure,â Kix replied quietly. âSomething doesnât feel right.â
Ever reticent, Ithano merely nodded and took up position across from him. Kix nodded in silent gratitude that the pirate captain didnât question his instincts. Then again, the Crimson Corsair hadnât survived this long by ignoring his gut.Â
Kixâs eyes darted to Maree again. She leaned over the console, scrolling rapidly through the data files, searching for any hint of the information they sought. He turned back toward the hallway, his eyes scanning it watchfully.
âNo kriffinâ way,â Maree gasped.
âWhat?â Kix and Reveth demanded in unison.
âYou just lost a bet, my love,â Maree told Kix.
âWait, really?â Reveth asked. âItâs real?â
ââProject Ophio,ââ Maree read, her voice low and hurried. âPrincipal investigator Vamb Tebrem. Project number T327H1138X99. Primary focus of study is to develop experimental NM-K reconstitutors with the purpose of enhancing the durability and combat acumen of extant B-1 series assetsâŚâ Her voice trailed off as she leaned closer to the console, flicking through the data hurriedly. âProject director reported a 62% success rate in the initial efficacy trial; however the experimental reconstitutors were prohibitively expensive to manufacture, and the unpredictability observed in field tests was not adequately resolvedâwhat field tests?â
âYou catch any of that?â Reveth asked Kix.
He shrugged. Mareeâs voice had dropped to an inaudible murmur as she scrolled through the data, then opened another data file. A quiet chime sounded from the console, drawing Revethâs attention.
A glowing hologram appeared over the console: wave after wave of battle droids locked in combat a group of clone commandos who should have been able to easily defeat the B-1s. But the droids just kept going. Nothing could stop their advance as they overwhelmed the commandosâ positions and tore them to pieces. Kix swallowed hard, hearing the screams of the dying commandos, unable to take his eyes off the hologram. Maree slapped a button on the console and the sound paused abruptly as the holo froze.
âHoly kark,â she breathed.
âWhat?â Reveth asked. âIs that not normal?â
âNo,â Kix said grimly. âWe need to get out of here.â
âUh, about thatâŚâ Reveth said.
Ithano swiveled his head toward the Twiâlek. âWhat?â
âOpening that holofile triggered an alert in the system,â Reveth said. âHopefully itâs nothing?â
âTime to go,â Kix growled.
âYeah,â Maree said, her voice shaky. âYeah, I think youâre right.â
âAt least let me download the records,â Reveth argued, jamming a data spike into the console.
They all froze as a distant but unmistakable crash echoed through the base, followed by a rhythmic thumping.
âWhat is that?â Maree whispered.
âClankers,â Kix said grimly, drawing his second blaster. âSeal the blast doors.â
âWeâll be trapped in here!â Reveth objected.
Maree stared at Kix. âCanât we make it out beforeââ
A light flashed, and her body jerked as a blaster bolt smashed into her. She went down hard, and Kix barely had time to register what was happening before a firestorm of blaster bolts exploded into the room. He whirled back to the entrance and returned fire at the wave of battle droids that was advancing at high speed toward his position. Ithano was firing as fast as he could, but the droids werenât dropping.
âGet those kriffing doors sealed!â Ithano bellowed.
Reveth had ducked down behind the console for cover as Maree scrambled to join her out of the line of fire. Reveth frantically worked the controls from her position on the floor, but she wasnât fast enough. A single droid made it through before the doors slammed shut. The clanking and pounding of the army of droids battering against the blast doors was deafening. The lone battle droid charged across the command center.
âKill it!â Kix shouted. âFuckinâ kill it!â
Reveth, Ithano, and Kix unleashed a torrent of blaster bolts, but the karking thing wouldnât go down, even as its components began to fail and fly off its body. It was headed for the console. It was headed toward Maree. Desperately, Kix launched himself at its mangled, skeletal form, tackling it as he locked his arms around and tore its head off with a sickening screech of twisting metal.
But the fucking thing kept moving, shambling toward the console. Kix growled and yanked out his vibroblade, slashing through the droidâs joints until nothing remained but a pile of scrap, and then he sprinted toward Maree, launching himself over the control console.Â
âMaree!â Kix yelled hoarsely.
Her face was sweaty and contorted with pain as she clutched her hand around her upper arm, but she gave him a tight smile. âIâm all right.â
The blaster hole in her jacket sleeve was still smoking, and Kix felt sick as he saw blood covering her hand, oozing from a wound that should have been cauterized by the plasma bolt.Â
âLet me see,â he ordered.Â
She moved her hand, and he cut the sleeve away quickly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Oh, fuck, itâs bad. Itâs bad, and I donât have my kit.
âWe have to get out of here,â Reveth rasped.
Kix dug frantically through his pouches, finding only a few small bacta patches and a vial of spray bandage. He didnât have a choice. It would have to do, at least until they could make it back to the Stinger.Â
He shoved the jacket sleeve and vibroblade toward Reveth. âCut that into strips. Wide ones.â
He drenched the blaster wound with spray bandage, then grabbed the first strip Reveth cut from the jacket sleeve and quickly tied it around Mareeâs arm near her shoulder. âDo you have a stylus on you?â
âAlways,â Maree said, her voice tense with pain. She pulled the stylus out of her pocket and handed it to him, carefully avoiding looking at the charred, bloody wound. âWhy is it bleeding so much?â
Kix tied the ends of the cloth strip around the stylus and twisted to tighten the makeshift tourniquet, securing it as he replied in an artificially calm tone. âSometimes it happens. Move just wrongâthe cauterized scab opensâblood.â
He ripped open the bacta patches and arranged them carefully over the injury, covering it as well as he could before wrapping the rest of the fabric strips around them to secure them in place. Finally, he looked up into her eyes, inadvertently smearing her own blood on her cheek as he cupped her face.
âIâm not losing you today.â His words were firm, but tremor in his hands was undeniable, and his pulse thundered in his ears.
She smiled at him through dry, ashen lips, and he kissed her forehead, then helped her carefully to her feet. Reveth had pulled up a schematic of the base, and Ithano joined them at the console, pausing to squeeze Kixâs shoulder briefly.
âWe donât die so easily,â the captain said in his deep, rasping voice.
âNot today, anyway,â Reveth cut in. âI found an escape route.â
âPlease tell me itâs not the ventilation shaft,â Maree said unsteadily.
âItâs always the ventilation shaft,â Reveth replied.
Mareeâs shoulder screamed with agony as she crawled through the ventilation shaft. She gritted her teeth to hold back the whimper of pain that hovered at the base of her throat. The ventilation shaft was filthy and cramped, and their progress was torturously slow as they navigated as silently as possible to their destination. The conduit wouldnât take them all the way out of the base, so they would have to make a run for the main entrance when they got close. The only way they stood a chance of escaping was to not draw the attention of the battle droids.
She followed Kix through the labyrinthine ductwork, crawling laboriously on her knees and one hand. Her injured arm had burned like fire when Kix first applied the tourniquet, but now her arm was completely numbâand equally useless. At last, they found the access hatch to the main corridor. Kix dropped down first, and then Maree realized exactly how difficult this was going to be with only one functional arm.Â
âJust drop,â he whispered. âIâll catch you.â
She took a deep breath and slid out of the maintenance hatch, feet first. Panic flashed in her mind briefly as she plummeted through the air, but Kix was true to his word, catching her before she could hit the ground. He set her down quickly and checked to make sure her bandage was still in place as first Reveth and then Ithano dropped down into the corridor.
They sprinted for the exit. Mareeâs lungs burned and her vision blurred around the edges as she gasped for breath. Kix looked back at her sharply and reached for her hand, dragging her along behind him. By some miracle, the droids hadnât detected them yet, and she could see the main entrance of the base. She forced herself to keep running, even as she stumbled and nearly went down, kept upright only by Kixâs strong grasp.
He tugged her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her, but he didnât slow his pace. âWe have to keep going, love. We canât stop now.â
âI know,â she wheezed. âSo closeâŚâ
She could hear the clanking of droids behind them, and she pushed herself as hard as she ever had in her life to keep running. They cleared the entrance, and Reveth tossed a few magnetized thermal detonators onto the ceiling of the base.Â
Keep running, donât stop, keep going.
The explosion knocked them off their feet, but the rubble of the collapsed ceiling blocked the main entrance. It wouldnât hold back the droids for long, but it bought them timeâso long as they kept moving. Kix was up first, pulling Maree with him as Reveth and Ithano scrambled to their feet.
They ran for the trees as Reveth commed Squeaky. âWe need a pickup, now!â
âHe canât get to us in the jungle!â Kix said. âWe have to find a clearing where the shuttle can land.â
They dodged through the trees, trying to avoid the worst of the swampy ground, but the dense underbrush slowed their progress and steered them on a circuitous route. Out of the corner of her eye, Maree saw movement in the earth. The ground shifted and began to swell.
âWhat the kriff is that?â she demanded.
âKeep running, donât look back,â Kix urged.
âNo, what is that?â she repeated.
She saw a flash of pale, bonelike metal alloy, and then a battle droid erupted from the earth.
âFuck!â she screamed.
All around them, the skeletal forms of B1.5 droids began to emerge from the swampy ground, punching their way to the surface and dragging themselves up from the mud. Kix released Maree and drew both of his blasters, opening fire without hesitation. Maree, Reveth, and Ithano followed suit, for all the good it did them. The droids simply wouldnât go down; even if they took so many hits that they started to fall apart, they still somehow shambled on in a grotesque parody of their normal precise movement.
They had no choice but to keep running and hope that they could at least slow some of the droids down. She could hear the roar of the shuttle overhead, but the vegetation was too dense for Squeaky to pick them up. The Gamorreanâs indistinct, frantic squealing sounded from Revethâs comlink.
âHe said thereâs a clearing about a klick southwest!â Reveth yelled.
It might as well be on the other side of the planet, Maree thought hopelessly. There were simply too many droids; they were advancing relentlessly, and the terrain was too hostile to cross it with any speed. Holy shit, weâre all going to die here.
Her mind darted to the holorecord of the field testâa kriffing gruesome euphemism for such carnage. It had been a complete massacre. The terrified screams of the commandos as the droids tore them to pieces; the spray of blood and viscera: the images were branded irrevocably in her memory. It was a horrific way to die, and they were about to find out firsthand.Â
Panic clawed at her, closing her throat and making her shots go wild. Her legs felt sluggish, and her feet became unsteady, but Kix never let her fall, even as he fired ceaselessly at the pursuing droids.
âWeâre almost there,â he grunted. âKeep running, sweetheart, you can do it.â
âKix, go,â Ithano ordered. âGet her to the Stinger.â
âNo!â Maree exclaimed. âWeâre not leaving you!â
Kix ignored her protests, bending over and tossing her over his shoulder as he ran. His plastoid armor cut into her thighs and belly, and she squirmed to try to get away.
âPut me down! Go back!â
Kix ignored her and raced for the clearing where the shuttle hovered just above the ground, ready to take off as soon as the crew were safely aboard. He dropped Maree in the copilot seat and turned to Squeaky.
âDonât let her follow me.â
He sprinted to the back of the shuttle and jumped out, making for the treeline.
âKix!â she screamed, lurching out of her seat.
Squeaky didnât hesitate. He thrust her back into the chair with a stern grunt, then secured the safety harness to make sure she didnât try to run again. She could hear blaster fire and shouting outside the ship, and she tugged desperately at the harness. Squeaky grunted again to order her to take control of the ship, and he lumbered toward the rear hatch, blaster ready.
Her heart hammered as she took the controls. Please, please, please. The distraught prayer echoed in her mind, silently beseeching the Force. I canât lose him. Not like this. She felt utterly helpless as the deafening roar of Squeakyâs blaster fire pounded through the ship. Mercifully, she soon heard the pounding of boots on durasteel, and then Ithano launched into the pilotâs seat and punched the controls, hurtling the shuttle away from the planet.
âKix?â she asked frantically.
âIâm here,â he said, dropping to his knees next to Mareeâs chair and wrapping his arms around her. âIâm here.â
âIâm here, too, thanks for askinâ,â Reveth said as she flopped into her seat.
Kix stood and quickly released the safety harness, tugging Maree out of the chair and burying his face against her neck.
âHoly kark, I canât believe we all made it out,â Reveth said. âI was sure Maree was toast.â
Maree laughed, and Kix glared at the Twiâlek. âNot kriffinâ funny.â
âItâs kinda funny,â Reveth insisted.
Kix shook his head and drew Maree out of the cockpit and back to the tiny med bay at the rear of the shuttle. âMed bayâ was putting it generously; it was really just a bunk and a large emergency medkit, but it had everything he needed to treat her shoulder. He administered a stim shot, cleaned and redressed her wound, and removed the tourniquet. He worked efficiently, and she didnât see any of the distress that had clouded his eyes back at the baseâof course, they werenât fending off a horde of unkillable zombie droids this time, either.
âWhatâs the verdict, doctor?â she asked with a tiny smile.
He stroked his fingers over her forearm gently. âYouâll live. Gonna have a kickass scar, too.â
âWill you kiss it better?â she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
He smiled wryly as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers. âDonât ever do that to me again.â
âIâll do my best. At least Iâm finally going to have an exciting story to tell Baba and Eema.â
His eyes widened. âOh, kriff, your mothers are going to kill me!â
The Stinger docked with the Meson Martinet first, and Squeaky, Reveth, and Ithano disembarked, then Kix piloted the shuttle to his own ship, the Scorpion. Brenko and Brosna were waiting next to the airlock when Kix and Maree emerged from the shuttle.
âWell, did you find the B1.5s?â Brosna asked.
âYeah,â Kix replied grimly.
âHa!â Brosna laughed triumphantly. âPay up, Captain!â
âYouâre still acting captain,â Kix retorted. âNow get your ass back up to the bridge until I relieve you.â
âWait, youâre not taking command right now?â Brosna asked.
âNope,â Kix replied, dragging Maree to their quarters.
The door hissed shut behind them, and Kix slapped the control panel to lock it. He was on Maree instantly, devouring her in a searing kiss as he unzipped and pulled off her jacket, carefully avoiding the large bandage on her shoulder. Once he had her top removed, he dropped his mouth to her throat and kissed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body as he knelt in front of her.Â
His hands roved over her urgently, clutching her body close to him. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he tugged down her trousers, and then he plunged his tongue into her ravenously. Her body jerked, and she cried out, losing her balance. He caught her with ease, then pulled her toward the bed.
âKix,â she panted. âDonât you at least want to get naked?â
âI canât wait,â he groaned. âSit on my face.â
âOh, fuck,â she gasped.
âIâm planning to,â he said, lying on his back. âOn my face. Now.â
She knelt, hovering over his mouth, staring down into his eyes. He gazed back up at her, sliding his hands up her waist to cup her breasts, before dropping them to her thighs and yanking her body downward.
âKriff!â she exclaimed as his tongue slid deeply into her cunt, then his lips closed around her clit.
He held her in place as he feasted on her, his groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming. She writhed, nearly toppling over, then leaned back to brace her hands on his ribcage. He ate her like he was starving, like she was the last thing he would ever taste, and he fully intended to savor every drop.
âKixâfuckâgodsââ she moaned, her hips finding a subtle rhythm even as his strong hands gripped her, preventing her from moving more than a few centimeters.
He murmured quietly against her in between the kisses and licks and nibblesâsoft, nearly inaudible whispers of fear and adoration and lust. â... taste so fucking good⌠love you so much⌠thought I was going to lose you⌠never letting go⌠so kriffinâ scared⌠want you so badâŚâ
He released her thigh and reached his hand around to massage her clit. All the muscles in her core began to tense as pleasure spooled tightly in her body, but her orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. She leaned back, groping blindly for his cock. She fumbled with his belt and eventually just slid her hand beneath the waistband until she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.
He grunted at the contact, his hips thrusting up off the mattress. His hand strayed away from her clit to press his palm flat against her lower belly, and pressure was exactly what she needed. She convulsed with a sob, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue-fucking her through her orgasm. Distantly, she felt the thrusting of his cock against her hand, and then a rush of hot, sticky cum on her fingers.
She crumpled to the bed, and he pulled her tightly against him, kissing the backs of her thighs as she slowly came back to herself. After a few moments, he shifted, curling up behind her, tucking his thighs behind her legs as he drew her body close to his and buried his face in her hair.
âI love you,â she murmured.
He kissed the side of her neck, just behind her ear, dragging his tongue slowly across her skin as he slid his hand up to play with her breast. âLove you. Never scare me like that again.â
She laughed quietly. âAye, aye, Capân. Whatâs gotten into you, anyway? You were acting protective before we even left the Martinet.â
He lay silently for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, before he replied. âYouâre late.â
She blinked. âWhat?â
âYouâre⌠your cycle, itâs like clockwork. Andâyouâre late,â he said hoarsely.
She swallowed. âOh.â
The original comic panel that inspired this story! This was from Star Wars Adventures Ashcan. Alas, this comic was never published, so I am once again filling in the gaps in canon.
ADDITIONAL CONTENT WARNING: mention of possible pregnancy.
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Star Wars: Smuggler's Guide (2018) - The Crimson Corsair and the crew of the Meson Martinet | Illustrations by Javier Charro Martinez
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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, youâre 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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âLook at this, Blitz⌠A pretty little thing⌠walking all alone down this dark alley.â A slimy voice purrs and you automatically start to grab your knife out of your boot.Â
One of the guys chuckles, obviously underestimating you. His mistake. Itâs been a while since youâve fought someone, but only because youâve been doing your best to keep out of trouble.Â
âShe thinks thatâs going to do something.â The other guy smirks, glancing at your knife.Â
Normally, youâd give a guy a warning. But with these guys⌠this couldâve been some other poor woman walking down this back alley, so you wonât feel too bad when you inevitably have to slit their throats.Â
You wait for one of them to touch you. You wait for them to make the moveâŚÂ
âCome on, sweetheart.â The first guy starts to touch your jacket.
Thatâs 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.Â
âYou bitch.â The one in front of you, growls and you smirk, pulling your knife up under his chin, trailing it down to his Adamâs apple.Â
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 guyâs right jaw, you knock him right out. He drops with a satisfying âthudâ 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.Â
A set of footsteps brings your attention back the other way as you raise your knife, prepared for another fight. Youâre met with a tall Delphidian holding one of his hands up in a surrendering manner, the other hand holding a red Kaleesh helmet.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask him, not tucking away your knife.Â
He smiles, softly. âIâm Sidon Ithano, the Crimson Corsair.â
âIs that supposed to mean something?â You lean down and wipe the blade on the shirt of the guy whoâs still out cold and then tuck it into your boot again before standing up.Â
âIâm a pirate.â
âOkay. And?â You ask him, still staring at him.
âI saw those guys starting to attack you and then tried to come help. But you clearly had no problem on your own, there.âÂ
You shrug. âDid you need something?âÂ
âI could use some muscle like that on my crew.â He smiles.Â
You let out a huff of a laugh, tilting your head. âYou want me to join your pirate crew?âÂ
He nods. âYouâre a Mandalorian, are you not?âÂ
You stare at him, harder. Youâve not called yourself that for a few years now. There werenât many of you left.Â
âUsed to be⌠How could you tell?â You ask, placing your hands on your hips.
âFrom your fighting. It was a Mandalorian style Iâve not seen in a long timeâŚâÂ
âRightâŚâÂ
âSo, what do you say?â He asks.Â
You walk past him. âNo thanks.âÂ
Who the hell is this guy? The Crimson Corsair⌠why does that name sound so familiar?Â
âDo you have another purpose here?â He asks you.
You stop, staring ahead. How could he see through you so well? Youâve been on this planet for a few months, temporarily living in a cheap hostel, doing bounty work on the side. Quite a life, youâve made for yourself, right? Your family would be so proudâŚÂ
It wouldnât kill you to start a new adventure. Or maybe it would. But either way, you canât help but be curious.Â
You turn around, staring at the tall pirate. âWhen do we leave?âÂ
Five Years LaterâŚÂ
âWhat do you think?â Sidonâs modulated asks you as you both stand over a dead Trandoshan.
The crew is still up in the ship and as Sidonâs first mate, youâre next to him at all times. He doesnât speak a lot, except to you. He trusts you to do most of the speaking on his behalf.
âWell, it doesnât look good.â You joke.Â
The planet youâre on isnât necessarily First Order run⌠but there is a presence here. Youâre supposed to be picking this guy up so he could take you to a scientist who youâve been searching for for two years.
âShould we leave him, Captain?â You ask.
âDo you think someone is leaving us a message?â He wonders, aloud, ignoring your question.Â
âCould beâŚâ You shrug in agreement.Â
âBut from whom?â Sidon murmurs, kicking the guy over onto his back. âThere are very few people who know who weâre looking for.â
His eyes are missing, leaving burnt crispy edges behind. Ew.Â
The truth is there could be any number of people trying to âleave you a messageâ. You have a lot of friends, and you have a lot of enemies. So to narrow it down is next to impossible.Â
âTell me what you think.â Sidon tells you, turning back to face you.Â
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.Â
âI think we should leave him.â You answer. âWeâll find another wayâŚâÂ
He nods, considering it for a moment⌠calculating⌠âWeâll leave him.âÂ
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, youâre pretty well able to anticipate his moves and thoughts. It feels like youâve known him your whole life.Â
âWhat-â 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.Â
Itâs always a trap, isnât it?
âAll hands to stations.â Your voice carries throughout the ship. âI repeat, all hands to stations. We are under attack.â
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 youâd never admit that to anyone. You have a soft spot for the man. Heâs also who you were doing all of this for. That Trandoshan was supposed to take you to a scientist whoâs supposedly able to undo the progressive aging gene in Kixâs DNA, which once affected all clones.
âYou alright?â He smirks.Â
You nod. âYep.âÂ
âYou find the guy?â He asks, falling into step with you as you head toward the bridge again.Â
âYeah, but someone else got to him first apparently.âÂ
âDead?â
âYep.â You reply, popping the âpâ sound.Â
He considers this as you get into the lift up to the bridge. âWell, weâll figure it out.âÂ
âAlways so positive.â
âOnly because I believe in you.â He grins.
You ignore the warmth spreading through your veins and to your cheeks.Â
Get it together, youâre under attack right now, you chide yourself internally.Â
When the lift doors slide open, you nod to the medic and approach Sidon.Â
âGet us out of here.â Sidon commands Parth.Â
âYes, sir.â He replies.Â
The Meson Martinet lurches upwards toward the atmosphere, shaking slightly from taking fire. Yours and Sidonâs eyes remain forward out the windows, until you see the vast blackness of space.
âHyperdrive. Now.â 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 captainâs seat. You stand next to him, looking down at him.
âWhere to now?â You ask him.
He gently waves you off, to let him think. With a nod, you walk away to the deck command.Â
âReset the coordinates.â You tell the pilot, Parth, a young Rodian, but also one of the best pilots youâve ever seen.
âWhere for, maâam?â He asks, quietly.
You glance back at the pondering captain, who still seems to be deep in thought, before giving Parth the new coordinates. Itâs a quick split decision that you make. If Sidon decides that it was a waste of fuel, then fine. But for now, you know itâll be a safe place to go.Â
As you walk through the ship, you do your duties of inspecting things, checking the cargo, making sure people are doing what theyâre supposed to be doing, helping out when youâre needed. Youâve been Sidonâs 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.
Youâll 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.Â
âYou donât understand!â He yelled, his voice breaking as he shoved Reveth, a red twiâlek. âIâm a medic, and I learned something⌠something horrible⌠Fives knew. Heâs the one who figured it all out after Tup⌠and it got him killed. But I kept investigating. They said it was a virusâŚâÂ
You see out of the corner of your eye Sidon gesturing subtly to Squeaky, a large Gamorrean, whoâs surprisingly kind and funny, and Pendewquell, a tall Ishi Tib man whoâs been on the crew probably longer than youâve been alive. The two guys start circling to either side of the poor clone.Â
âA chip in our heads. In all the clonesâ heads! And an order. A command to betray⌠kill⌠and it comes from the Chancellor!âÂ
Kix had grabbed Squeakyâs 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.Â
âThe Seppies⌠captured me. Interrogated me to find out who else knew.â He seems to be sweating and shaking. He looks so sad, your heart is urging you to go to him.Â
Finally his eyes land on you and he starts to slow down.Â
âI⌠I never had a chance to tell anyone else what I learned. I didnât know who I could trust⌠But I wouldnât tell them anyway.â
You nod. Youâre sure your face is mirroring the heartbreak in this manâs voice. His eyes never leave yours as he continues.Â
âSo they said⌠they said they were sending me to someone I couldnât keep secrets from⌠To the Sith⌠the cold⌠the freezing, burning coldâŚâ He slumps immediately to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.Â
You rush to him, holding him up. His body still freezing cold, you take off your jacket and put it over him.
âStasis poisoning,â Reveth tells you quietly. âHe was trapped in there for too long.âÂ
âNoâŚ! I can still save them. SkywalkerâŚâ The clone mumbles intently. âGet me General Skywalker! Heâll help. We can save⌠save the Jedi⌠save the Republic!â
âWhatâs your ID, trooper?â Quiggold, a large nervous Gabdorin, asks him.
âCT-6116.â He coughs. âKix. They call me⌠Kix⌠sirâŚâÂ
And with that, he slips into unconsciousness. Reveth hands you a breather to place over his face.Â
Kix. You can already tell youâre going to do anything to help this man. No matter what.Â
Youâd 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. Youâd 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.Â
Youâd stayed nearby for three weeks, camping out, scared to leave Sidon behind if heâd somehow made it. You werenât ready to be a captain yet. Youâd 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.Â
Kix had recovered, physically. He was of course in deep shock over all the history lessons youâd gently given him.Â
You hear your name behind you and find Kix, who was after two weeks out of cryo finally looking a lot better.Â
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.Â
âAre you alright?â You ask Kix.Â
He smiles that heartbreaking smile and nods. Heâs incredibly handsome. Probably the most handsome man youâve ever laid eyes on. And since you arenât 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 Revethâs. Q just looks nervous as always.Â
âWhat?â You cross your arms.
âHeâs gone.â Reveth tells you. You know she means Sidon. âAnd we might as well have sunk with him. Weâve lost everything. Weâre ruined.âÂ
âI know⌠I justâŚâ You look at the massive indent of where the cruiser was three weeks ago. âOne more week. I mean maybe-â
âMaybe what?â She demands, clearly agitated. âMaybe the captain somehow tamed the giant worm and rode it through an explosive desert of sand and lava? Is that what youâre hoping for?âÂ
You shrug. Theoretically, if anyone could do all of that, Sidon could. But⌠you know deep down thereâs more than likely no chance and that itâd 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 everyoneâs 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.
âH-how?â Quiggold asks, clearly at a loss of words.
Hell, so are you. Youâre so happy, you could cry.Â
Sidon waves away the questions and instead tosses a metal cube to Kix.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask him.
He looks from you to the cube. âItâs⌠itâs a Separatist cruiserâs memory core.â Kix tells you. âThese were designed to self-destruct. But this one⌠it must have malfunctioned.âÂ
He looks up at you. âThis cube carries a complete map to every hidden droid factory ever built by the Separatists. Secret bases. Weapons warehouses. Everything.â
Reveth passes by and takes the cube, whistling appreciatively at it. âThis wouldâve been impossible to decode fifty years ago. Now? Easy. We track down those installations⌠thatâs our ancient buried treasure! Weâll be rich!âQuiggold whistles. âAnd we just happen to have an expert in Clone Wars-era military installations and their security systems on hand. Welcome aboard, Kix.âÂ
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, youâd be happy to let him. But if heâd rather go on his own, then youâd have to be okay with that, too.
âWould you like to join the Meson Martinet, Kix?â 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. âIâd like that very much.â
You try to ignore the excitement stirring in your stomach and instead cast your smile toward the alive captain.
âHow did you survive? The fire⌠the sand⌠the giant worm?â You ask him, unable to help the curiousness.
âYou know better than that, love. Iâm Sidon Ithano⌠I donât die so easily.âÂ
âYou busy?â Kix asks you.Â
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.Â
âIâm sorry someone got to that Trandoshan guy before we could.â You murmur.Â
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.Â
The thought of finding this scientist when it could be too lateâŚÂ
âIâm not upset.â Kixâs voice is softer than it should be.Â
He should be upset.
âI am, though.â You look up from the floor, staring at him, coldly.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by Parth comm-ing you to come to the bridge.Â
âOn my way.â You keep eye contact with Kix as you speak into the small device.Â
You and Kix stare at each other for another moment as his brown eyes bare into yours. With a sigh, you turn to go.Â
âIfâŚâ He starts, making you pause. âIf we donât find this scientist⌠it wonât be the end of the world.âÂ
You turn to glare at him. Maybe not the end of the world⌠but it would be the end of yoursâŚÂ
âYouâll need to move on-â He tells you, but you donât let him finish because you walk away, back up to the bridge.Â
How could he say such things? Although, itâs not like he knows how you feel. He doesnât know how youâd tear apart the entire galaxy to find this scientist. He doesnât know the things youâd do to give him a good, long, happy life. But you can show him.Â
When you reach the bridge, Sidon beckons you forward to him.Â
âConcordia?â His modulated voice asks, his head tilted ever so slightly.Â
You donât have to be able to see that heâs quirking an eyebrow at you, curiously. Heâs basically been prepping you to be captain since you joined the crew. He always tells you what a great leader youâre going to make one day. So, heâs not questioning your choice per se. But he is curious as to why. You know that.
You shrug. âThereâs someone that I think could help us.â
âIncoming aircraft, identify yourselves.â A familiar voice says, and you raise your eyebrows at Sidon, waiting for his final okay.Â
He thinks for only a few seconds before nodding. You nod once to him before turning back toward Parth and his command deck.Â
âVil,â You say your brotherâs name, letting them know youâre not a threat. âItâs me. I need help.âÂ
Itâs quiet for a long moment. Too quiet for too long. When finallyâŚ
âFree to dock. Wait to be boarded.âÂ
âCopy.â You sigh, then look at your crew. âOn your best behavior, everyone.âÂ
You can feel Sidonâs curious smirk as Parth lands the Meson Martinet.Â
âDonât give me that, right now.â You shake your head, amused.Â
âAye, Captain.â He murmurs, teasingly.
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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!
#star wars#star wars sequel trilogy#star wars the force awakens#star wars resistance#clone medic kix#creature design#star wars barghest
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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!!
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Reeg Brosna
Reeg Brosna was a member of the pirate crew of the Meson Martinet under the command of the Crimson Corsair, Sidon Ithano.

Recipe:
3D print of a character designed in MakeHuman and articulated to 18 POA in Tinkercad, featuring "Triangle Alien Head" by 4ADuel and âIthorian Civilian (Star Wars Legion Scale)â by McAnultyMiniatures
material
Tamiya "Dark Grey", "Metallic Brown", "Flat White", "Semi Gloss Black", Citadel "Waaagh Flesh", "Mournfang Brown", "Averland Sunset" paints

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Castaways we are castaways â¨
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
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Kixâs 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. Kixâs 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.
âAt least I didnât dream in stasis...â Kix muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back to sleep. He kept expecting to hear Rexâs 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 heâd 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 wasnât 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 couldnât bear to see his bare face. He couldnât bear to see the tattoo on the side of his head. He couldnât bear to shave in those lightening bolts. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He couldnât 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 didnât have to worry about Fives busting in on him in the shower and pushing him out. His brother overslept sometimes.
âHad over slept.â 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 wasnât 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 wasnât anything like his old set. He had painted the red medic symbol on the shoulder plates, but he couldnât 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 didnât 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. Theyâd 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 Kixâs food in to the small microwave after his was done.
This was his life now. It wasnât as horrible as it couldâve been. If it wasnât for this bunch, heâd still be in stasis or dead. They took it upon themselves to take him with them, when they couldâve 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 hadnât had a medic before. He had begun to get that sense of adventure back, traveling to and plundering Separatist bases was something Fives wouldâve 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 wouldnât impact them. Seems like the Kaminoans had been wrong about that.
#star wars#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#clone trooper kix#clone medic kix#clone troopers#clone trooper morning routine#morning routines#meson martinet#crimson corsair
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Martyrs and Kings - Epilogue
Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI
Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC
Wordcount: 1.2k
Warnings: sensuality
A/N: What's that sound? It's my heart breaking to finally say goodbye to Kix and Maree. Thank you to all my readers who've stuck with me this long! I love you all.
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Six standard months later
âSafe travels, Dr. Finnall,â Brenko said. âWhile youâre away, Iâll finish cataloging the rest of the artifacts from Hisseen.â
âHave I told you lately that youâre my favorite research assistant?â she asked.
âIâm your only research assistant,â he pointed out. âSee you in a couple weeks.â
Maree waved farewell and went to load a few last-minute items into the Meson Martinetâs shuttle. Reveth helped, lifting the heaviest bags with ease with her powerful mechanical arm.
âI still think itâs a mistake for you to go to headquarters of the New Republic Rangers,â Reveth grumbled. âWhat if the Spinward Patrol recognizes the shuttle and disintegrates you?â
âThey wouldnât dare,â Maree said. âThe Rangers are even more scared of Baba than Kix is.â
âI never said I was scared,â Kix objected, entering the shuttle with his small satchel.Â
âYou didnât have to,â Reveth said. âWe could all tell.â
The Twiâlek exited the shuttle and sealed the hatch as Kix muttered under his breath. If heâd been worried that Reveth and Maree would resent each other based on their history with him, those fears paled in comparison to the reality that the two had become fast friends who told each other everything and held weekly holo-sabbac nights with Valsi. It was frankly unfair. Maree was already conducting a stealth campaign to convince Valsi and Tane to leave the Archive and join the crew.
Truth be told, the Martinet was starting to feel a little crowded, but Ithano had a plan. He was building a fleet from old Separatist ships that Kix helped him locate, and a few nights earlier, Quiggold had casually mentioned the possibility of making Kix the captain of a cruiser. If Ithano decided to go through with it, there would be more than enough room for Mareeâs growing collection of Seppie junkâer, âartifacts of incalculable historic value and significance.âÂ
Of course, he wasn't sure how much Brenko might object to being pulled away from the Martinet. He had a tendency to flush to a deep emerald green whenever he spoke to Reeg Brosna, and the Arcona frequently had a dazed, starry-eyed expression that had nothing to do with his ocular biology. Mareeâs tactics had been completely unsubtle as she seized any opportunity to throw the two together. If Ithano did make Kix a captain, he wouldn't be surprised if Maree tried to get Reeg installed as first mate.
He launched the shuttle, and Maree began to input the coordinates for Adelphi.
âI still canât believe you stole Brenko to be your research assistant,â Kix said.
âI am a pirate, after all,â Maree said with a shrug as Kix flipped the lever, and the shuttle jumped into hyperspace.
âYou have two PhDs,â Eema said severely as she opened every window in the house to let out the billowing smoke. âHow is it possible that something as simple as baking cookies eludes you?â
âIt wasnât covered in my coursework,â Maree said, gagging on the acrid scent of charred sugar.
She dumped the tray of scorched biscuits into the sink and turned on the water to put out any remaining embers.
âIâm impressed that this batch actually caught fire,â Baba said in a much milder tone. âHow did you manage that?â
âI got distracted,â Maree said, heat rising in her cheeks.
She shot an accusatory glance at Kix, who was leaning against the wall and looking rather pleased with himself.
âUgh, in my kitchen?â Eema demanded.
âRight in front of your salad,â Baba confirmed with a twinkle.
âOh, stars, Moms, we werenât doing that!â Maree exclaimed.
âNot this time, anyway,â Kix said.
âTraitor,â Maree grumbled. âRemind me why I brought you here, again?â
âBecause you wanted me to charm your mothers enough that your Baba wouldnât blow our ship out of the sky,â Kix said. âDo you think itâs working?â
âIt was probably working better before I turned the kitchen into a smoldering ruin of despair and regret,â Maree said.
âAs if his masculine wiles would work on us,â Eema snorted.
âMaree seems to like them,â Baba said. âNo accounting for taste, I suppose.â
She winked at Kix, and he grinned back at her. Despite Mareeâs reservations, Baba had taken a single look at Kix and practically adopted him on the spot. The two drank spotchka and swapped war stories, and Baba gleefully told Kix a few of the more embarrassing anecdotes from Mareeâs childhood. One night, they sat on the front porch and spoke quietly for many, many hours, long after Maree and Eema had gone to sleep, and when Maree awoke the next morning, she found Kix curled up next to her, his face completely relaxed and looking more at peace than she had ever seen him.
When Maree had somewhat nervously broached the topic of piracy, Baba simply laughed and asked, âDid you think everything I did back in my Ranger days was strictly legal? Sweetie, this is the Outer Rim. If I went chasing every pirate and smuggler that crossed my path, Iâd never get a nightâs sleep again.â
Eema had been slower to warm up to Kix. Sheâd been polite and welcoming, of course, but she withheld judgment until she had a chance to see how luminously happy the clone made Maree.Â
That night, Kix confessed to Maree that Eema terrified him. âI thought you said Baba was the one we had to worry about.â
âI said Baba might kill us,â she corrected him as she climbed into bed. âEema will just make us wish we were dead.â
âGreat,â Kix replied.Â
He slid under the covers next to her, and she snuggled close to his body, resting her head on his bare shoulder and draping her leg over his thighs.
âSheâll come around,â Maree promised. âSheâs just not used to the idea of me being in a relationship.â
âHave you never brought anyone home to meet them before?â he asked, kissing her forehead.
Maree shook her head. âThis is uncharted territory for all of us.â
âI feel better already,â Kix said drily.
âI know how to make you feel better,â she said mischievously, stroking her hands down his abdomen.
He squirmed away. âAre you insane? What if they hear us?â
âWhatâs wrong? Is the big, strong, fearsome warrior afraid of a couple of retirees?â
âYes!â Kix said frankly. âYou know we clones have genetically enhanced survival instincts.â
âI guess youâll just have to use your genetically enhanced stealth abilities and be very, very quiet,â she said, sliding down his body.
âOh, kriff,â he gasped as she licked up the inside of his thigh.
âShhh,â she soothed, snaking a hand up his chest to rest reassuringly over his heart. âWe donât have to do anything if you donât want to.â
âNow that I think about it, we clones were also taught not to fear death,â he said, tangling his hands in her hair and guiding her head toward his stiffening cock.
âSuch a heroic sacrifice,â Maree whispered, drawing him into her mouth.
Kix bit back a groan as he sank into her soft warmth. âAnything for the Republic.â
#clone medic kix#pirate kix#post stasis kix#kix x ofc#sw tcw fanfiction#dystopicjumpsuit writes#martyrs and kings
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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
#Star Wars: Scum and Villainy: Case Files on the Galaxy's Most Notorious#Star Wars: Scum and Villainy#star wars#sidon ithano#crimson corsair#quiggold#the meson martinet#meson martinet#official art#official illustrations#illustrations#sequel trilogy#star wars sequels
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me cradling sidon ithanoâs head
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#star wars#star wars sequels#sidon ithano#meson martinet#watercolor#marker#artists on tumblr#queer#queer art#art#illustration#queer artist#lgbtq artist#florathaumatos#teaflora
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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, youâre 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
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Not So Welcome Home
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my late submission for day 5 of Ithano Week !Â
the meson martinet crew (minus quiggold bc i couldnât figure out how to put him in human clothing....) in modern attire !
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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!Â
The event will take place November 25th - December 1st 2018!
Below are the daily prompts:Â
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⢠Day 4:  Unmasked Headcanons // Appearance Headcanonsâ¨Â
⢠Day 5: Modern Attire // Alternate Universeâ¨Â
⢠Day 6: Fears // Angstâ¨Â
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self-inserts make me HAPPY !
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so the actual design for pirate kix still pisses me off for multiple reasons so here is my own takeÂ
#yes that is hardcase's helmet pattern slightly changed#and yes that is jesse's kama pattern#hardcase-jesse-kix trio makes me emotional#also the reason for the mando helmet without the rest of the armor is because i think the helmet was all kix could afford/find after waking#also the helmet is to invoke the sidon ithano vibes since the meson martinet is A Brand TM#clone medic kix#clone trooper kix#pirate kix#star wars#the clone wars#i guess?
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