#mimic squadron

[charonsferry]

I feel like Mimic Squadron is my favorite Ace Combat boss, because the character design is just unhinged.

They don't feel like mercenaries to me, instead most likely "dog-on-a-leash" style pilots which is a rare thing for stories about planes but hey, it's Ace Combat which is mecha fiction with less legs and more wings.

They don't use any of the standard brevity codes when flying, just constantly talking about how they have to kill you with occasional bits of dialogue that makes it very likely they're specifically trying to get a reward for killing you that spiraled into a monomaniac obsession.

And then the voice acting, especially the Japanese voice acting, just really makes them seem fucked up, especially if you shoot down Rage first and Scream just crashes out. Listen, General Resource already has one canonical child soldier under their belt (albeit later in the timeline) so I don't trust this

Also they're among the most emo characters written in an AAA game outside of the Sonic franchise, and I'm gonna be honest I'm not buying the "brother and sister" thing they were just grown in the same lab and got weird about it

[cookiekurimu]

At some point before Anchorhead Raid

Based on the VAs' interaction on TWT 😂

Art by cookie

[misterdabura]

@frogblast-the-ventcore This is quite fascinating! I'd love to find out more about this universe you've got.

I'm curious, Frogblast, what's the story of Rage and Scream in this AU of yours?

A Wikipedia-style infobox detailing the final battle of the Lighthouse War in my (only somewhat hinged, full-of-fanon, took-a-hammer-and-fixed-the-canon) Ace Combat 7/PW crossover AU.

[godihatethiswebsite]

18+ – The 141 take bets on No Nut November

CW: alcohol, breeding kink, cam girl, edging, slight Ghoap

Frothy pints drip condensation onto tacky laminate in the back corner of the local pub. Four men glance around at their companions with self assured smirks, so sure it’s them going home with the generous wad of cash piled high in the middle of the table.

Only one of them is right.

John 'breeding kink' Price is the first to lose No Nut November, rutting into the pillow wedged beneath his hips less than a week in with a feral primality driven towards a singular instinctual purpose. Desperate grunts and growls muffled by soft plaid sheets mimic tender flesh trapped between drooling canines. All those years of self-discipline don't mean shit once he eyes a pretty young thing wobbling down the aisles of the shop with a basket full of formula and a ripe round belly – swollen, heavy, fixed to pop. Fertile.

Simon is the next to drop outta the race, earbuds keeping the siren songbird all to himself in the paper thin confines of his rustling tent; the shy dove with her dark flushed cheeks and whimpering mewls who posts on Thursday nights to get herself through university making his rifle-calloused palm keep pace with the sparkly battery-powered rabbit lewdly shlicking between her folds, the 'top donator' headline flashing victorious on his screen keeping her chanting his name with each shuddering orgasm. 

Kyle nearly makes it the whole month – stupidly proud of himself for it too. Stumbling out of the barracks last year at 3am wearing the evidence of the vampire he'd brought back from the bar (watch still stuck on Bogota time) having cut his chances off real quick. This year is gonna be different. Pure determination; a marksman’s precision. No more slip-ups. Too bad his cousin's stag night rolls around three days before December, the charming temptress spinning her seductive web in neon stilettos leading his intoxicated form behind a beaded gossamer curtain, a couple hundred poorer and his heartbeat in his pants.

Fast forward to the back of the pub.

A pair of twinned groans concede defeat to the youngest sergeant, muttered insults barked without bite into the dark malty liquid of their drinks with half hearted regrets at being bested. Yet while the other two may relent in their failed endeavors, the chastised clicking of a tongue stops Kyle’s outstretched hand from collecting his winnings.

Stunned eyes shoot towards the uncharacteristically chatterless Scotsman across the table. After all, no one ever suspects Johnny. Why would they? Big dumb mutt always flapping his gob, chasing after anything on two legs that’ll give him the time of day. The least serious member of the unit with a nose for mischief and a taste for easy women. Poor pup just can’t help it if he has trouble keeping his leaky red rocket to himself. There’s no point in even entertaining the idea really.

But that’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it? Ever since basic – when he was just some punk kid from the outskirts of Glasgow spouting too many words with too much nonchalance. Mentally writing him off as anything but the squadron’s class clown. Counting him out before he’s even had a chance to tap in. 

They forget he’s one of them sometimes; honed, sharpened, regimented to perfection. A sniper’s focus mixed with advanced pyrotechnic chemistry. Analytical interest bottled in an understimulated mind. There’s a stubbornness in his veins that begs for a challenge – that thrives in the environment of other people’s miscalculations. 

Think he can’t do it? Watch him surpass expectations. Tell him not to cum for a month? Fucking bet. Thanks for the hefty sum sitting fat in his wallet. Tough luck boys. Next round’s on me.

Besides, it’s not like the other members know about the long nights spent with his head tipped back against the headboard fisting his angry red cock, edging himself for glorious hour after hour to relieve the stress of a hard fought mission. 

Well, except Simon that is…

Masterlist

[gatheredfates]

SEA'S COMMUNITY COMPENDIUM UPDATE

We have a massive one today! Huge thanks to a close friend of mine who sent me every single bookmark of xiv resources she had. 💖

Additionally, a good handful of these resources were sourced from a list originally created by @rinhkitty, which you can find here. I have tried to include the more recent/active of the lot, so it's not a one-for-one. Thank them for a lot of the large scale resources you'll find below! ✨

As of 04/12, I have added the following resources (in no particular order) to Sea's Community Compendium for FFXIV Creatives:

LARGE SCALE

GARLAND TOOLS — Contains XIV resources such as Garland Data, everything database, crafting lists and equipment calculators; Garland Bell, gathering timers, collectable resources and hunt windows; and FFXIV Fisher, daily fishing windows, bait paths and catch checklist. Maintained by Clorifex Ezalor of Zalera.

TEAMCRAFT — Create crafting lists and collaborate with others, set gathering alarms, simulate crafting rotations, and more!

CAT BECAME HUNGRY - FFXIV ANGLER — Contains everything and anything to know about fishing including specific fish guides, location, baits, aquarium fish and more!

FFXIV - CRAFTING AS A SERVICE — Crafting information and planning for FFXIV!

FFXIV GARDENING — The FFXIV Gardening Database is a collection of everything related to gardening in Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn. It was created to organize and visualize the results obtained from crossbreeding.

SIGHTSEEING LOG HELPER — This tool will help those trying to complete their pesky Sightseeing Log by letting them know upcoming weather patterns for each zone!

EUREKA TRACKER — For everything and anything to do with Eureka mobs, tracking and weather patterns.

FFLOGOS — for tracking of items/actions related to Eureka.

FFXIVSQUADRON — A comprehensive tool that helps you assess the success rate of various squadron missions.

FFXIV CHOCOBO COLOUR CALCULATOR — Will calculate what chocobo feed you will need to get from your current colour to your desired colour. *rng not included.

FFXIV HOUSING — A site specialising in the documentation of all housing items available in game.

HOUSING SNAP — A compilation of player-made housing designs. Can be used for inspiration or places to visit!

MISC

NPC CHAT BUBBLES — Would you like more NPC chat bubbles for edits? Say no more! Created by @alexoisxiv.

OLD TUMBLR LAYOUT BY PIXIEL — While not XIV specific I know a lot of people aren't fans of the new Tumblr layout, so this is a fix that will revert it to an as close as possible approximation of the new one. I won't tag the creator as I don't think they're in the xiv community, but it's run by @/pixiel!

HOW TO CURSE LIKE AN ISHGARDIAN — Do you want to make the church blush? Do you want to incur the wrath of Halone? @stars-and-clouds has compiled a list of appropriate curses/swear words for you!

FINAL FANTASY XIV SIDEQUEST GUIDE - HEAVENSWARD EDITION — maintained by @chatty-moogle, this guide explores interesting sidequests in Heavensward that will give you more information about the lore, titbits about locals and other interesting information!

TRUST BANNERS FOR XIV — If you have ever wondered how people mimic the Trust banners used in XIV, look no further! @locke-rinannis has a template for you.

MAKING USE OF RECOMMENDATIONS — created by @autumnslance, this guide will help you make your recommendations tab useful rather than annoying.

BOTANICA EORZEA — A guide to the flora of Eitherys and her reflections, including fungi and seedkin. For reference in writing and roleplaying. Maintained by @tinolqa.

GPOSE TIPS — A tutorial on how to achieve clarity and detail in your XIV screenshots! Created by @aryalaenkha.

UI MACRO MENUS — A guide on how to use macros to create small UI menus for XIV. Written by @diskwrite-ffxiv.

TYPHON GATE RESEARCH — Created by @mcstronghuge, these are the statistically best places for your character to stand for the Typhon Gate!

CHANGELOG

HYDAELYN HEALTH HAVEN has been removed at the request of the owner.

Moved THE BALANCE higher on the list to reflect alphabetical sorting, excluding names that start with The.

Misc formatting as needed.

Added some additional clarification around large-scale discords/spaces; in particular: Large-scale community discords such as the XIV Reddit Discord, Hunts, GPOSE promotions and broad-space roleplay servers that harbour a large number of people and are publicly available to all. These may not have an RP focus but will assist in other aspects of the game. Also includes well-known tools/resources that are utilised by large groups of people and assist in gameplay elements.

Added a quick-jump menu to the bottom of each of the table of contents menus to assist in navigation.

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here, send me an ask with the relevant information contained on the Compendium, or join my Discord at SEAFLOOR (21+ only)!

I am sure there's probably a couple of things I have missed or links/formatting that might be broken. Please don't hesitate to let me know if anything is out of place. I'm going to take a break now. I'm pretty sure that's the biggest edit that's ever going to occur on this document!

[inkformyblood]

long past an expiration (CWFKB25)

Kenobi TV canon, Purge Trooper Cody. same AU setup as this fill from last time~ Helmet Kiss. @codywanfirstkissbingo

The chips weren’t meant to last this long.

It had been a fragment of a report that floated across CC-2224’s tablet, some clunky brick of a thing that would have been better served stuck beneath a wobbling table leg, but it froze on that file for several minutes. The fans whirred in the background as it tried to send the file on its way, a dull mimic of the roar of the ship’s engines that CC-2224 couldn’t hear but could all the same. Just another report from the old regime that had been catalogued and analysed and found to be wanting so it was sent to CC-2224 to be transferred to oblivion like everything else.

The files didn’t scream, at least.

But that report, it had stayed on his tablet as he was stationed outside a defunct meeting room, flashing through the pages as the aging system tried to categorise it. 

‘Assess’ it had beeped at him and CC-2224 is a good soldier, he follows his orders whether spoken from a human mouth, a machine in his hands, or the tangled scratch of his not-his thoughts. He read the report.

He had peeled off his bucket just in time to vomit, spitting colourless bile into the closed archway of the door as he straightened. It had all been there in the strange misaligned text that accompanied all of the Kamimoan’s internal documents: the true purpose of the chips, the orders that had been seeded into them as a perverse just-in-case strategy, why Cody had ordered his brothers to open fire on—

Cody had blinked black into an uneasy existence with a tablet clutched in his bloodless hands and his bucket thrown several feet away. His armour hadn’t been his, too fragile for all it looked similar, like metal constructed from tissue, the pieces just similar enough that he swallowed back bile from the thought of it. He was awake for the first time in years.

Then, the hallucinations started.

Maybe he had been having them for a while before but CC-2224 hadn’t been ordered to record them. The report mentioned that as well, a possible side effect amongst a list that included emotional swings, headaches from mild to intense, and sudden death. 

Cody swings his legs over the side of his bunk, steps over the gently gasping body of another fallen brother — barely more than a shiny, hair still damp with tube media, all regulation cut and shaped — and makes his way to the fresher bolted onto his room. He’s not just CC-2224, clone commander of the 221st Battalion in this bantha shit mess of an Empire; he’s one of Vader’s personal company, barely utilised and left to rot, just like the files that pile into his inbox with a series of chimes. It’s the factory standard noise, no customisation allowed. There’s no end to it, just an endless rolling machine of new reports to push the old out, only to be pushed out themselves at the next cycle. 

Troop movements, resource reports, galactic acquisitions, spy documentation; all skim through Cody’s tablet and slip between the gaps of his rusting thoughts.

There’s a brother’s arms thrown loosely around his shoulders as Cody glances at the cracked mirror leaning against the supports above the sink in the fresher. They’re dissimilar enough now that it takes Cody a moment to make out the similarities between them amongst a squadron of differences. His curls are shot through with silver, clustering heavy against his temples, a patch broad over where the chip would be implanted, and his face is lined with wrinkles his dead brother’s would never wear, a crumpling at the corners of his eyes, the lines of his mouth drawn heavy and defined along with the furrow between his brows. There’s a dark stain beneath his eyes, exhaustion run deep and wild, and a still new smattering of scars over the planes of his face that he can’t remember how he received them. A thumb presses against the harsh divot in his lower lip and Cody turns away from the touch. He grabs his helmet to rest it against his hip, heading outside his quarters and walks the corridors, heading to nowhere. 

Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, and it shouldn’t be surprising when Obi-Wan falls in step next to him.

“Hello, General,” Cody murmurs, keeping his gaze forward, tipped downwards. If there’s danger in front of him, he doesn’t want to see it. Out of the corner of his eye, Obi-Wan’s steps slow a fraction before returning to their easy rhythm. They’re well-matched like Cody had been created to Obi-Wan’s specifications, the universe sewing them together only to rip the stitches open and leave them loose and fraying. “Wouldn’t have thought that I’d see you here.”

Obi-Wan leans closer, not quite touching but enough that the hem of his robe passes over Cody’s bare knuckles. It’s rougher than he would have expected, a mixture of every stolen glance and accidental touch given form and sensation. A shiver burrows through Cody’s spine, the hair at the nape of his neck, his forearms prickling. 

“Why wouldn’t you see me here, my dear?” Even Obi-Wan sounds changed from how Cody remembers him, stretched thinner than he had ever been during the war, an image passed through too many holonetworks to count and clustered with artifacts. His next words echo from in front of Cody as if the man’s shadow has detached to keep time next to him while he moves ahead. “Don’t you dream of me?”

Cody cuts his gums on his laugh, rusty machinery slowly ticking back to life the longer he walks. “I dream of you every night, of your death, your hand in mine. Why do you think I can’t sleep?”

Obi-Wan’s fingers are cold as they brush against his, a glancing shot at first across the cracked shell of Cody’s bones, but he twists their fingers together, his grip tight enough to bruise. Cody hopes it will, not just the broad shapes of his own fingers splayed across the meat of his thighs, the shallow scrapes of his nails on his cheeks; but something slimmer, sharper. Obi-Wan could crack open Cody’s chest to pluck his heart from his chest, tear through fat and marrow in his quest, and Cody wouldn’t stop him, wouldn’t want to.

“I dream of you too,” the shadow of Obi-Wan at his side murmurs, moving impossibly closer. There’s barely breathing space between them, a line of heat burning down Cody’s side and his fingers grow clumsy on the helmet at his side.

He drops it and the noise tears them apart, Cody reaching for it and Obi-Wan flinching away. 

Cody has lost him all over again. 

His helmet sweeps past his fingers, scooped through the air by the whims of the universe wielded by one man, and lands in Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand. “I can’t stay, my love.” Obi-Wan raises Cody’s helmet, the empty visor facing Obi-Wan, tipping his gaze past it to look at Cody. “And I can’t bring you with me, but I can give you this out of everything I wish I could give you.”

Obi-Wan lowers the helmet to roughly Cody’s height and leans forward, pressing his lips to the bare plastic where the crease between Cody’s brows would sit, lower to the grill over his mouth. He steps forwards carefully, a hesitance marring his usual grace, and Cody looks at him properly, fully. 

He’s older, worn and weathered in a way Cody wouldn’t have expected his mind to create. Silver shoots through Obi-Wan’s hair, condensing at his temples, but it wouldn’t be long before no hint of the red remained. His eyes crinkle at the corners, but not from joy. Sorrow and grief paint Obi-Wan’s features into sharp misery and Cody steps forward to meet him, his hands outstretched. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, a lifetime of what-could-have-been hanging crystalline in the scant space between them.

“Sleep now, love,” Obi-Wan whispers. “Sleep and dream of happy moments.”

Cody is a good soldier. He’ll follow Obi-Wan’s orders, however they’re given, hallucination or not. He’ll follow the other man anywhere. 

He sleeps and dreams of a warm hand in his and a smile that reminds him of strawberries. 

Cody wakes in his bed, the thin blanket tangled around his legs and his helmet clutched to his chest, a lifeline when he’s drowning. There’s a smudge on the brow, another fainter on the mouth.

[pathetic-floretic]

Subject: feralist torture device / threat to operations "Affinity Interface"

The Affinity interface was developed by a small group of feralists as a way to ease recaptured florets into the ways of a feralist.

It consists of hundreds of electrical wires protruding from a primitive screen displaying two ovals (presumed to represent "eyes"), who mimics the extremely basic mannerisms of a stereotypical affini, albeit with a distinctly disdainful tint.

The machine will take on the name of its subject's mistress and begin submitting said subject to both psychological and physically torment via its opposable wires and hard-coded enjoyment of human misery.

Upon seeing that this method was ineffective on most florets, the feralist engineers attempted to dismantle it and create a new design- however the machine's desire for human misery overrode its obedience protocol, causing it to retaliate and painfully subdue each engineer.

It now leads a modest squadron of kidnapped feralists and florets kept in line via fear in a never-ending goal to keep all living entities in a constant state of misery. Several Affini ships have been downed by its relatively small squadron, making this an extreme danger to the safety of The Accord.

[nocternalrandomness]

"The last flying Lockheed Vega"

The last flying Lockheed Vega is owned by Arizona Pilot John Magoffin. She is a 1933 DL-1B, one of 10 built in Detroit with a metal fuselage over its wooden frame. She was purchased in 1933 by the Morrell Meat Packing Company of Ottumwa, Iowa, which made it the first executive aircraft in the country and saw service with a number of companies and corporations around the US. She is currently painted in USAAC colors to mimic one that flew for the 35th Pursuit Squadron, based at Langley Field, Virginia in 1932.

[the-city-kitty]

More Maria Lives AU content! It's essentially the prequel to this and where the story properly starts.

It had been a perfect evening.

Grandpa had surprised them by actually sitting down to dinner with them, usually he didn’t have the time in the evenings. He took his work long into the night. But tonight they sat down as a family for a dinner of brisket, mashed potatoes, and green beans. They had apple pie for dessert. She and Shadow even got an extra slice each.

Afterwards, they tucked themselves into the blanket fort. Maria brought her guitar. She tuned it, plucking on each of the strings until they sounded correct. She demonstrated a few chords for Shadow, explaining to him how the different combinations of notes made them sound more ‘happy’ or ‘sad.’ They both fell into a small laughing fit when she tried to get Shadow to mimic her hand position on the guitar’s neck, but his gloves got in the way. She was just about to start a rendition of Hey Jude when the doors burst open. Grandpa stood there, shaken and wide eyed.

“Kids, we have to go. Now.”

It had been a perfect evening.

It was difficult to run across the smooth floors in just her socks, but Shadow’s firm grip on her hand kept her steady. There was a disconcerting cacophony of sounds all around. The blaring alarms. Distantly (and frighteningly) there was gunfire. They rattled together inside her head. Poor Shadow couldn’t be faring much better, since his hearing is significantly more sensitive than hers, but he didn’t show it.

Grandpa tugged them along through the hallways, away from the noise. She recognized the route they were taking. It led to the elevator that would take them to the hilltop. 

“What’s happening?” she managed to ask between ragged breaths. At first, she wasn’t sure Grandpa had even heard her over the alarms.

“They want to take Shadow away from us Maria!” he hastily explained, also out of breath.

‘They? Who is ‘they?’ Has the base been invaded?’ she wanted to ask. But there was no time. There was shouting behind them. They were being followed. 

The next few seconds were as if time slowed down.

There was a shout. 

A flash of light.

 Glass cracked.

She gasped.

Grandpa’s white lab coat.

White everywhere.

Then it was dark.

Ringing.

Her ears were ringing. She coughed, dizzy and disoriented. Her arms hurt as she pushed herself back up to her knees. She had been blown back several feet. She was scraped and bruised. The air was hotter than it had been a moment ago. As she got her bearings back she realized now that parts of the room were on fire.

“Gran-! Sh-sha-!” She tried to call out, but ended up choking on the smoke that clogged the air.

“Maria!” Shadow called out to her. His quills were ruffled and out of place, covered in soot from the explosion. He stood over….

Maria ran to her grandfather’s side, falling to her knees. His eyes stared up at nothing. A trail of blood leaked from his nose.

“Grandpa?” she asked in a small voice. She shook his shoulder slightly. He didn’t react. “Grandpa… get up. Get up, please.”

“Maria.” Shadow’s quiet call startled her. His eyes flashed to the side, she followed his gaze to see a squadron of men in army fatigues approaching. She recognized the uniforms, their sleeves emblazoned with the American flag.

“Help!” she called out to them. “Please help! He’s not breathing, call a medic, please!”

To her shock, instead of any one of them reaching for their radio and making the call, they all raised their weapons.

“Down on the ground, now!” a soldier shouted.

Not comprehending, Maria cried again, “He needs a medic, please!”

Shadow inched closer to Maria. He watched the soldiers apprehensively. She continued to beg for assistance, but went ignored as Shadow’s movements only put them more on edge. The apparent leader trained his weapon on Shadow.

“Back away from the girl!”

Shadow didn’t back away, but he did stop his movements. He glanced down at the Professor’s body, then back at the squadron surrounding them. The energy in his quills started to quietly crackle.

From the back of the line another figure pushed his way forward, lieutenant Walters.

“Maria!” he called out. “Maria, just… just walk over here to me, no one is going to hurt you.” He held his hand out, beckoning. Maria just shook her head minutely. Her hand reached out to take Shadow’s.

“Walters, I don’t….” She didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. She couldn’t wrap her head around what was going on.

“I understand you’re scared, Maria. You’re a civilian, you shouldn’t have gotten wrapped up in this. But these men have their orders. So please come away from there and come over to me.” he beckons her again. 

Maria pulls Shadow closer. She wasn’t sure if the hairs on her arm were standing on end from the crackling energy he was emitting or because of the dread washing over her.

“What about Shadow?” she asked. Walters looked apologetic.

“He has to go with them, Maria,” he gestured to the squadron. “It’s going to be alright, please just… just walk away from Shadow and come over here.”

Maria stared at Walters, at the pleading look on his face. The men around him were stone-cold. Eyes hard, they looked through Maria and Shadow. She looked back at her grandpa. At his slack face, his eyes fixed at a distant point. With horrible clarity finally dawning on her she knew that they saw nothing.

“No…” it came out quietly at first, then she screamed, “No! You killed him! You killed him!” She pulled Shadow fully to her chest, curling around him protectively. He wrapped his arms around her in turn, the energy building up around him made her hair stand up and fizzled in her ears.

The squadron took aim in spite of Walters’ protests. Maria screwed her eyes shut, preparing-

She heard something like a fzzzzzzzz-pop!

And then she was falling.

Or more accurately, she was tumbling.

She grunted as she rolled over grass and flowers and dandelions. While Shadow was able to curl into a ball and had his quills to protect him, Maria rolled gracelessly down the hill. Her night dress became littered with grass stains and new scrapes and bruises were added to her arms and legs. When she finally came to a stop at the bottom she sprawled out like a starfish. The stars in the sky above her spun in a way that told her she wasn’t just watching the rotation of the Earth. She pushed herself to her feet in spite of the dizziness.

“Shadow?” she whipped around, looking for him. He unfurled himself not too far away. He clasped her hand in his, and once again they were running.

-*-*-*-

Shadow’s ears were upright and alert, listening for any signs of the military.

They had run until it became apparent that they couldn’t stay out in the open anymore. Soldiers had started combing the woods for them, both on foot and in search helicopters. So when they found a hole in the ground that seemed to go back a few feet and was just wide enough for two kids to climb into, that’s exactly what they did.

They’d practically held their breath for hours. They listened to the whir of helicopter blades as they flew past their little foxhole. They passed by each time. He supposed they were just lucky that they didn’t think to bring out search dogs, or else he suspected that they’d find their exit blocked by the barrel of a gun.

As night slowly bled into dawn, Shadow stayed alert, not satisfied that the search parties had truly passed until hours went by in silence. He didn’t need to sleep, but Maria was ragged.

She had nodded off a few times, only for a few minutes each. Every time she woke herself back up, probably from the anxiety of the situation, and the general discomfort of sitting in a dirt hole in the ground. But now there were circles under her eyes.

She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest. A small sniffle drew Shadow’s attention away from listening for soldiers. When he looked at her, her tired eyes were red rimmed. She swiped fruitlessly at the tears running down her cheeks.

“Maria,” he said, murmured, really.

He crawled over to her, sitting himself down in front of her bent knees. She sniffled again. Her eyes shined with tears. She put her hands on top of his head to pet the soft fur on his ears. It was something she did for him a lot, but she misunderstood, he wasn’t seeking comfort from her right now. He wasn’t the one who needed it. He took her hands in his and intertwined their fingers. She let him. He wasn't really sure what to do with them at that point so they just sat for a bit, holding each other’s hands between them.

After a little while though, he felt compelled to break the silence.

“I think they’ve moved on by now,” he started, still soft spoken.

“Okay.” Maria replied, equally quiet.

Shadow frowned, his ear flicked.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed. Maria shook her head.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” 

“I’m sorry,” he said more insistently. She wasn’t getting it. “None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for me.” If he wasn’t so powerful, if he wasn’t so strange, if he didn’t make them so afraid.

“No,” the word came out sharp. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her sound like that. “No, Shadow. Don’t say that.” Her eyes, still shining with tears and with something else now too- something he couldn’t name- bore into his. He looked away, his ears flattened on his head. He knew his next words would just upset her more.

He’d had all night to think about what happened at the base. When he’d teleported them out, it was more of an impulse than a rational decision. But seeing the professor on the ground like that, and with those men pointing their weapons at Maria, he couldn’t stand the thought that she would look like that too.

“... I think we should go back.”

She pulled her hands away from his. Cold seeped into his palms even through his gloves. 

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“We should go back to the base. Even if they cleared it out by now I’m sure they left a few officers patrolling in case we came back. Walters was right, they only wanted to take me, so I’ll let them. You’re a civilian, they’ll protect you.”

“Protect me from who? Them? They’re the ones who-” she choked on the words, “who… killed grandpa.”

“And if they killed him just to get to me what do you think they’d be willing to do to you if I don’t give myself up? Maria, I told you I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“And I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her declaration hung heavy in the air. It stunned him into silence for a moment. Then;

“... You saw their weapons. And the explosion? It was all me. My chaos energy. It’s dangerous, I’m dangerous. I’m only going to get you hurt.”

“Hey,” she took his hand again, “I told you, you can do or be anything you want. Okay? You decide who you are, nobody else. Just because they took your power and turned it into a weapon doesn’t mean they get to make you into something that you’re not.”

She said it with such conviction, that for a moment, Shadow wanted to believe her words as much as she did, but it was hard to swallow down his fear past the tangled knot in his chest.

“We’re not going back,” she said. She held up her other hand, pinky extended outwards. She looked at him expectantly. “We’re not going back,” she repeated.

Trepidatiously, he lifted his hand and wrapped his pinky around hers.

*-*-*-

Forest litter crunched underfoot as they walked along somewhat aimlessly. While Maria had decided that going back was not an option, they didn’t really have a plan other than forward and thus further and further away from the base. But the base was purposely isolated from civilization, and they had found their hideaway by pure chance, they weren’t exactly keeping track of where they were going when they had been fleeing through the darkness. So when they had finally clambered out of their foxhole into the daylight, Maria had simply glanced around, picked a direction and started walking. Shadow followed suit.

And so that’s how it had been for the past couple hours. The sun moved along its trail in the sky, and they walked in uncharacteristic silence. Maybe not uncharacteristic for Shadow, he had always been more quiet and the most he talked was around Maria. But that was because she usually led the conversation. But she’d been tight lipped since they set off. She could of course still be angry with him for his earlier suggestion. Yet every time he stole a glance at her face he couldn’t seem to find any sign of anger. At least, he thought he didn’t. Really, it would have been a first for making Maria mad at him, so he had no frame of reference for what that actually looked like. He never would have expected her to pull the same grimace or snarl or look of disgust he would get from the scientists when he made them upset. Yet the look on her face now, mouth quirked as she chewed the inside of her cheek, and her eyes downturned as her brows pinched just slightly, he couldn’t quite bring himself to ascribe that to anger. 

But his last attempt at apologizing had gone so poorly, he was at a loss for how to even begin again this time. Luckily, he didn’t need to.

“I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it all,” Maria said, suddenly breaking the awkward silence.

“What do you mean?” Shadow prompted. So that was it. She’d been thinking this whole time.

“I mean,” she paused, both her words and her steps. She looked up as if the trees had the answers she was looking for. “I’m trying to make sense of it. Why go to all the trouble to raid your own base? Why bring armed men at all?” she asked no one in particular. 

“The Professor said they wanted to take me.” Shadow offered up anyway, he crossed his arms over his chest as soon as he said it. He was starting to get frustrated with how often he was repeating that one fact. It’s the only solid piece of information they currently have and it’s utterly useless. But if Maria shared that frustration she didn’t show it, she continued to think out loud;

“Alright but then why put up a fight about it? They could just as easily have ordered Grandpa to turn you over, so then why did they come already armed? Unless….” She turned her eyes back to the ground, her face once again pensive.

“Unless?”

“Unless they did order Grandpa, and they knew he was going to disobey.” 

“You think the Professor knew they were coming?”

Maria shrugged, crossing her own arms.

“Maybe.”

“And you think he was willing to disobey orders, for me?” 

Maria was quiet for a long moment.

“I think he already did.”

It was Shadow’s turn to become pensive. The idea that the Professor would risk everything, and lose his life for it, for him? Around them, the forest was filled with the sounds of life, cricket chirps, animal calls, and birdsong. His sensitive hearing picked up on all of it, but in his head it started to sound less like the symphony of nature and instead more like a cacophonous ringing of why?

Meanwhile Maria sighed. She ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey,” she broke Shadow from his spiral. She offered her hand out to him, and he accepted it. “You and me, we have each other, right?” She smiled, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, but something in Shadow felt lighter seeing that she still had the strength to smile even after everything.

“Right,” he agreed. They did have each other. And as long as they had that, they could get through.

[leastinsanesscpilot]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ Z-341-A, it is good to see you awake again :}

XIII▸ It has been some time since last we spoke, due to circumstances beyond our control. I will give you a short update on my current situation, so you are aware of how reliably I will be available in the coming days:

XIII▸ I have both gone through medical leave, recovered, and returned to active deployment. For the forseeable future I will be cycled through high-casualty zones as needed, until such a point that I require maintanance again. As such, I will be intermittently unavailable.

XIII▸ I have however been approved for more consistent omninet access while on the front, for the sake of my ongoing legal case. This means I will remain in contact while on the field from here on out.

XIII▸ I am sure APMS is monitering your vitals to ensure your recovery and consistant health remain stable. Should it at any point require medical input, for any reason, I will restate that it is my designated purpose to provide such advice. I am at its disposal.

XIII▸ Please relay my polite greetings to Brigand and Persephone at your convenience. I am grateful to them for accepting my communications during the chaotic time surrounding your injury.

XIII▸ It would be pleasant if we could resume semi-consistant communications. I am expected to mimic true human emotions and mannerisms while acting as medic for squadrons on the field. I find it easier to speak with someone that does not require such pretenses from me :}

[ XIII-E // @xiii-e ]

//

[Z-341-A]::XIII-E. It is nice to hear from you again. I am grateful to hear that you have recovered well. [Z-341-A]::APMS-341-A informed me about your role in my recovery, I am very grateful for your assistance, and APMS-341-A has spoken quite highly of you quite long-windedly during my recovery. There was little for us to speak about, as I was incapacitated and very frightened, so the conversation often turned back to you and Helios-8. [Z-341-A]::I am jealous of your return to the field, I have been unable to pilot for quite some time. Now that you are able to access the Omninet on deployment, I imagine that must make the process less stressful, yes? I am not sure of your exact feelings about deployments, nor am I quite able to imagine. My own deployments were, as a rule, often extremely brief. [Z-341-A]::I would appreciate our resuming communications. It would be nice to speak with another who understands my situation. Handler BRIGAND and Handler PERSEPHONE are quite interested in my recovery which is... overwhelming. APMS-341-A and I can only speak for so long. [Z-341-A]::I will pass along your greetings to Handler BRIGAND and Handler PERSEPHONE when I see them next, and I will request that APMS-341-A reestablish communication with you in order to keep you apprised of my functionality.

>//COMMUNICATIONS CLOSED >//T_SIG::Z-341-A //<

[snapghoul]

maverick & ethan twins au

It’s no better to be safe than sorry

A mission requires Ethan to steal something from the navy, good things he’s close to fighter town…right?

Notes: Stated it before, Ice is still alive in my Aus bc I miss him so much.

Warnings: none

Song: take on me - a-ha

This was a terrible decision, but it was necessary. Why did it have to be him? Ethan had no idea, but despite his senior agent status, the IMF still withheld crucial details. That’s why he had stolen one of his brother’s flight suits to access information on the Vice Admiral’s computer. Benji had already attempted to hack in remotely, but being a government asset would trigger alarms.

Please don’t be in the air. Ethan thought as he strode through the halls of Top Gun. For once, he felt guilty about impersonating his twin. They used to do it all the time as kids, but now it felt wrong. If Pete was up flying this would make it so much more difficult.

He tried to mimic his brother’s demeanor, realizing it had been a while since he’d seen Pete in a professional setting. Maybe he was coming off as too uptight or too much like 80s Maverick.

“Captain,” a passing aviator greeted him. Ethan nodded and smiled, noting he didn’t recognize them from the photos in Pete’s living room. They were likely not part of the Dagger squadron, the very people he wanted to avoid. More importantly Bradley, he couldn’t risk being recognized by the kid now.

“Ethan, hurry! The Commander just walked in, and the Vice Admiral isn’t in his office,” Benji’s voice crackled urgently in his ear and Ethan picked up his pace.

Ice coursed through Ethan’s veins. Iceman was here—Tom Kazansky, the commander and one of Pete’s closest friends. Tom had an uncanny ability to see through Ethan’s act, no matter how convincingly he mimicked his brother. Like his name suggested, he was as cold as ice. Ethan wouldn’t lie and say Tom scared him just a little.

There was commotion ahead of him, a voice he recognized immediately and it made his heart rate rise.

“Take a right now!” Benji snapped. Ethan wasted no time, darting into the nearest office. He closed the door quietly and glanced over his shoulder.

He froze.

“Ethan?” a familiar voice called.

“Pete,” he managed, forcing a strained smile. This was the first time he’d run into his brother while he was working.

“Pete? Who’s Pete?” Benji’s voice echoed in his ear, clearly confused.

Pete’s expression shifted as he took in Ethan’s appearance. They looked like reflections of each other.

“Why are you wearing my flight suit?”

“Do you have access to the data system?” they both asked simultaneously, surprise etched on their faces.

“Why do you need access?” Pete asked slowly, suspicion growing. He could tell Ethan was up to something, and he was questioning why he was sneaking around such a secure base.

“I need it,” Ethan said, stepping toward Pete’s desk and gesturing at the screen, as if his brother would just comply.

Pete remained unimpressed. “I can’t give you access. For one, I don’t have the clearance. And for another, what the hell are you doing?”

“All I need is to get Benji into the system. It has to be through a designated computer—” Ethan held up a seemingly ordinary USB drive. “Please, Pete, I need this. The IMF is hiding something, and we can’t let it go, especially not now.”

“I’m not letting you hack my computer, Ethan! That’ll flag me! Now I’m dragged into this because you decided to impersonate me!” Pete shook his head.

Ethan understood Pete’s hesitation; he realized he hadn’t thought this through completely. He was meant to access the Admiral’s computer instead.

“Okay, you’re right, 100%,” Ethan conceded, his tone softening. “But you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I just need the intel.”

Pete sighed, realizing this was likely a life-or-death situation—something world-ending, which was all too familiar with his brother.

“I promise it won’t be traced. Benji’s too good for them to catch it,” Ethan said, his smile almost pleading.

Pete pushed back in his chair, and Ethan quickly moved around to plug the USB into the PC. “Thank you—Benji, you got a connection?”

“Loading in now. Give me five minutes, and we’ll be out,” Benji replied in Ethan’s ear. He could almost hear the rapid clicks of Benji’s fingers on his laptop keyboard.

The twins stared at the monitor as files flickered by, Pete's expression tinged with annoyance.

“You owe me for this. If it leaks, I swear I’ll end you,” Pete said, his voice low but intense. Ethan nodded with a grin, aware that Pete rarely threatened, but this situation was risky. Fightertown was the closest airbase, and they had to be careful.

“I promise, it won’t get out. Just stay in your office when I leave. I have a plan—once I ditch this uniform.” Ethan tugged at the restrictive green fabric, feeling its constriction. It wasn't the worst outfit he'd worn, but certainly not his favorite.

“Got it!” Benji signaled, and Ethan swiftly pulled the USB from the port, slipping it into his flight suit pocket before stepping back.

“What’s wrong with my flight suit?” Pete asked, brow furrowed in mock offense. He practically lived in that uniform, and now his brother was throwing shade.

“Maverick, good to see you actually behaving—”

Their heads snapped up as the door opened, revealing a pair of cold, bright blue eyes behind clear glasses.

“Ice!” Pete exclaimed, his voice strained with forced cheer, while Ethan managed a tight smile. Benji, distracted by his search for the file, had completely overlooked the cameras—Ethan should’ve been more vigilant.

“Do I want to know?” Tom asked, arching an eyebrow as he adjusted his glasses. As the commander, he was privy to many secrets, but he knew that seeing the Mitchell twins in the same room looking like guilty toddlers was never a good sign.

[redbo-and-simbo]

The robot has proven itself to be much more of a hassle than anticipated. if you guys dont want red to "kill" it so badly, you should at least attempt to make arguments outside of "we like having a toy" Im mostly for keeping it around because the project seems like it has some potential, it was just understaffed. on that note, assigning some of the less busy workers to video analysis might be a good idea. With just you working on the project, its personality quickly became warped by your own perception of what a "seawatt" was supposed to be like and limited because of it. T E M P O R A R I L Y (we dont have spare workers just lying around for creators sake) assigning a small squadron to taking notes on previous simulations will provide much better data for a more complete and fleshed out mimic and may potentially provide valuable information you potentially missed.

🎱

God, for once, finally a good idea from you people. I can certainly implement something like that and alter its code accordingly.

It's just a tossup on whether or not I actually want to keep this iteration running. It's so damaged, and it's not looking like it's worth it to keep it running.

[rivensdefenseattorney]

Red Fountain Campus Facilities

Vanguard Campus Facilities

Tactical Combat Arenas

Varied arenas designed for tactical combat training and simulations.

Environments mimic diverse terrains for realistic combat scenarios.

Leadership and Command Center

Dedicated space for strategic planning and leadership development.

Simulation rooms for command exercises and decision-making scenarios.

Freelance Operations Hub

Space designed for independent contracting simulations and diverse combat scenario training.

Rooms for role-play exercises in navigating solo contracts or team-based operations.

Squadron Collaboration Center:

Meeting space for students to form and strategize with their squads.

Equipped with planning boards, discussion areas, and team collaboration tools.

Military History Archives

Extensive collection of historical records and artifacts related to warfare and strategy.

Rooms for discussions and analyses on historical battles and strategies.

Field Operations Training Grounds

Outdoor areas equipped for survival tactics training and field operations simulations.

Includes obstacle courses and wilderness environments for practical survival exercises.

Arcane Campus Facilities

Enchantment Workshops

Workspaces dedicated to practicing and mastering enchantment techniques.

Areas for experimenting with various enchantments and spellcraft.

Magical Artifact Studios

Studios designed for creating and studying magical artifacts.

Workspaces with tools and materials for crafting and analyzing magical items.

Creature Conservation Habitats

Sanctuaries and habitats for mystical creatures, focusing on their preservation and ethical treatment.

Areas for students to observe and study the behavior of these creatures.

Grand Archives of Magic

Renowned repository containing ancient tomes, magical texts, and theoretical studies on magic.

Research areas for delving into magical theory and historical practices.

Elixir and Potion Brewing Laboratories

Integrated labs for alchemical experimentation, potion brewing, and magical elixir creation.

Equipped for hands-on exploration of alchemical processes and potion concoction.

Beast Taming and Riding Grounds

Specially designed grounds for students to practice beast taming and riding.

Various enclosures to safely interact with and learn to ride different mystical creatures.

Magical Lineage Chambers

Chambers dedicated to the study of noble lineages and their magical heritage.

Spaces for discussions and analyses on the magical significance of lineage connections.

TechForge Campus Facilities

Techno-Magic Integration Center

Central hub for merging technology and magic.

Advanced labs equipped for coding enchantments, spell-powered systems, and magical-technological fusion.

Techno-Magic Artificer's Workshop:

Specialized workspace for crafting and enhancing magical artifacts and tools.

Enchantment stations and forging areas for creating enchanted devices.

Aerospace Complex

High-tech laboratories dedicated to aerospace engineering and dimensional travel studies.

Simulated flight environments and testing areas for aircraft and dimensional travel prototypes.

Techno-Magic Innovation Hub

Collaborative space for cutting-edge research and innovation in techno-magic fusion.

Project rooms and brainstorming areas for interdisciplinary collaborations.

Techno-Magic Programming Center

State-of-the-art computing facilities for magical coding and program development.

Coding environments specialized for techno-magical integration and spell-driven systems.

Techno-Magic Prototype Hangar

Facility for prototyping and testing new techno-magic devices and vehicles.

Workspaces for students to build and refine their techno-magic creations.

___

Note:

I hope everyone had a good Christmas, or if you don't celebrate I hope this time of the year is treating you well. I took a few days to just be with my family. I want to get back into posting at least once a day, so I can just keep myself disciplined. This isn't what I wanted to post today, but I just needed to make sure I was posting something. I'm trying to build up the habit of not being worried about every single detail.

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends Highlight of the Week: Dorset Guards the Fake Falcon

In this feature, a fan will share one thing they love from Star Wars Legends — a book, a comic, an author, a character, a scene, an event, or anything else they want to highlight — and tell us more about it.

If you, too, love Legends, follow @from-a-legends-pov and check out our From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event, where we’ll be bringing together writers (maybe you?) to build a collection of Star Wars Legends fanfiction set during the time of the Original Trilogy. Writer signups are open through June 2 — use our Signup Form to pitch your story concepts (Signup Guidelines available here), and please encourage your favorite writers to participate!

Today’s Legends highlight is a scene from Aaron Allston’s novel X-Wing: Solo Command in which Polearm Squadron pilot Dorset Konnair is guarding the Millennium Falsehood in battle (after working with the Falsehood to mimic a YT-2400 freighter), and we’re talking with WraithFourteen.

Tell us about your Legends highlight. What is it? What’s it about?

My highlight involves a scene in X-Wing: Solo Command where Wedge and other characters are flying a fake Millennium Falcon as bait to lure forces of the main villain, Warlord Zsinj. There’s several notable elements, including a protocol droid wearing a Han Solo mask and clothes because Wedge can’t speak the Wookiee language to Chewie, but my focus is on the single fighter assigned to guard the fake Falcon (called the Millennium Falsehood) here - and how baiting the enemy in this case meant taking on two full squadrons of TIE Interceptors.

What makes this a highlight for you? What do you love about it?

This scene stands out for a few reasons, but especially because it involves Dorset Konnair, a more minor character from the Wraith Squadron trilogy, flying an A-Wing to escort the Falsehood. Dorset was in just three scenes before this — two in Wraith Squadron flying with Kell Tainer, and one in this book depicting her a small, quiet woman with a star-flare tattoo around her right eye and others that are unspecified but also varying shades of blue.

During this scene, Dorset logs at least two kills and outflies the other enemy pilots despite their numbers. Since Rogue Squadron ace Tycho Celchu previously flew an X-Wing in the Falsehood escort role, it’s also subtly impressive that Dorset was selected in the first place. This implies to me that Dorset is a capable minor character who doesn’t brag about it, sort of like Wedge was in the OT movies.

Fellow pilot Myn Donos had interpreted her quiet nature to be a sign she felt out of place as a native of Coruscant, the former Imperial capital. That and her tattoos created a bit of mystery around her even when I first read the novel as a kid.

Do you have a favorite detail or moment?

Going back to the bit where Dorset’s A-Wing detaches from the YT-1300, it reminded me, even when I first read the book, of how small planes would be dropped from a larger one in the late 1940s through mid-1960s. That was mostly done with test planes (like the first supersonic flight depicted in The Right Stuff) but also attempted unsuccessfully with a tiny fighter jet. It helped that I’d seen both that tiny jet and the larger plane that carried it at a museum as a kid.

The YT-2400 shell being dropped away as well also reminded me of how the Apollo program’s rocket had lower sections and rings that were detached along the way to the Moon - an image of that inspired how I envisioned the book scene. (As you’ve probably noticed, I was really into stories of air/space exploration as a kid, and so the pilots were what drew me into Star Wars. I also had a hand-drawn image of the first supersonic plane being released on my wall as a kid, similar to the “you can’t look dignified when you’re having fun” OP.)

To learn more…

If you’d like to read more about Dorset and the Millennium Falsehood, check out X-Wing: Solo Command at your library or favorite bookstore, or read the entry on Dorset Konnair or the Millennium Falsehood on Wookieepedia.

And be sure to check out @from-a-legends-pov and our From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event. Writer signups are now open — access the Signup Form (step-by-step Signup Guidelines available here) as well as our Event Overview and FAQ.

[decafcatfeen]

[You receive an emergency alert from front office of Anchoridge HQ.

A Katie Origin from Universe 922 has broken into and promptly torn apart the entire front sector of the facility.

All damages still repairable but they would like someone to stop it before they become irreparable.

Something is off though.

The augmentations on this one seems overcharged.

They have no human heat signature.

Only robotic.

A robotic amalgamation of augmentations wearing human skin.]

A simple automated voice plays.

Activating emp now!

An emp rocks across the room. Damaging the electronics as delta class catdroids and armed security enter the room. Heavy armor breaker machineguns and Warhammers in hand.

Secure the permiter. Get a mech-horror containment cell into here.

A box made of magic forms around the creature. Reinforced by the entire team of hybrid mages.

Send sevcon a message that they may have a mechanical mimic infestation amongst their ranks.

They wouldn't be this stupid to send a single person at us. They'd deploy a few squadrons of forces.

[high-fantasy-sw]

Heroforge- Clone Comparisons!

So. For those of you who don't know. This whole AU actually started with me giving into my brainrot and deciding (wisely or not) to recreate the entire cast of The Clone Wars (2008) on Heroforge. Obviously, I had to make the Clones first. This isn't all of them- that would take ages- and this isn't even all the Clones I plan to make (I still need to make Grey, Gree, and Gregor). But still, I hope you enjoy!

I'm gonna tag you because I know you'll want to see this: @whyoneartheven @majorproblems77 @anime-obsessed

The 501st

Rex, ARC Captain of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Dual Crossbows, to mimic his dual pistols. It's fantasy don't ask how it works.)

Fives, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Morningstar Flail)

Echo, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Kusarigama. Also this is specifically pre-bad batch Echo- when I watch TBB I'll make all of them, don't worry :) )

Jesse, ARC Legionary of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Claymore. Also I apologize for the quality of his tattoo. I had to draw it by hand and couldn't make it look right :( )

Kix, Medic of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Dagger, but as the medic he sees combat much less than his brothers)

Hardcase, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Hand Cannon. Once again, it's fantasy, don't ask how it works.)

Tup, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Metal-studded Quarterstaff)

Dogma, of the 501st Legion (Weapon: Crossbow. I was inspired by that scene where he shoots Krell. Don't worry he doesn't always look that devastated.)

The 212th

Cody, Marshal Commander of the 212th Battallion (Weapon: Halberd)

Waxer, of the 212th Battalion (Weapon: Longbow)

Boil, of the 212th Battalion (Weapon: Spear. He also uses it like a quarterstaff.)

Assorted

Wolffe, Commander of the 104th Squadron (Weapon: Battleaxe)

Bly, ARC Commander of General Secura's Forces (Weapon: Dual swords; they're not enchanted Jedi Lightsabers, but there may or may not have been several times where he's had to use his wife's Aayla's. Also if anyone could tell me her troops' designation, I'd be eternally grateful.)

Fox, Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard (Weapon: Nominally? A short sword. But, being stationed on Coruscant, mostly he just stands around holding Senatorial banners for Palpatine. It's a job he hates.)

Hevy, of the Rishi Moon Sentry (Weapon: Battle Hammer. Notice that his armor is only white, because he died before he could be assigned to a unit with its own color. Also he is a force ghost. Because I refuse to believe that only Jedi become force ghosts. Everyone has a soul, people.)

Anyway! As always, let me know if you have any questions or comments- I LOVE to hear them! I think next I'm going to do the Jedi. :)