#ord mantell

[queen-daya]

Hunter Being Omega’s Dad -> Plan 99 (1/4)

[sinisterexaggerator]

"I assume you boys know what a tactical droid is?"

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God, Tech's face here cracks me up sooooo much.

Edit:

From the tags @eelfuneral "#when someone brings up one of your hyperfixations and you have to infodump or you’ll blow up" ayyyye

[the-tomato-patch]

Kessans Landing, Ord Mantell

[swtorpadawan]

"Guys, I was gone for 15 minutes..."

Same energy.

[techhasmjolnir]

[swtorgonewrong]

This VOSS of all species on Ord Mantell / Kessan's Landing whose shop looks like it's selling weapons but actually only thing you can buy is droid repair kits - how did you end up hereI? What is your story?

[imperial-topaz2003]

OC Fun Fact

Artek can't swim in lava.

[inonibird]

Once the Martyr was docked, Qymaen turned to the waiting droids and addressed them gruffly. Though his Basic had improved to near fluency, there were still idiosyncrasies in his speech patterns he hadn’t yet managed to smooth out. “You two wait here and stay with the ship. I will later be back for my uniform. Then, we work.”

“Affirmative,” said IG-100-A, inexpressive as was its wont.

“You leave? We guard ship?” clarified IG-100-B. Both units were equipped with identical vocoders and Basic databases, and yet the droids emulated Qymaen’s parlance down to its faults, and often with even less precision. Their impressive programming had taught them to simplify their vocabulary around their master for ease of communication, a detail that both pleased and embarrassed Qymaen.

In the case of these droids, however, clarity was more important than his pride, and he nodded. “Yes. I will call you if I am needing help. Otherwise wait here for my return.”

On his way out of the spaceport, Qymaen slipped a fistful of credits to the docking bay manager to ensure they wouldn’t interfere with the Martyr or ask him invasive questions. He supposed, however, he needn’t have: his appearance had quite the persuasive effect on others, and without sole reliance on his IGBC uniform. Over the past two cycles, thanks to a combination of regular meals and a conscious desire to intimidate, he’d filled out a bit, cutting a more muscular and imposing figure than his reedy frame of yore. That, in conjunction with the new, rather dramatic armorweave cape he flaunted, functioned as well as a deterrent for unwanted attention as a good blaster.

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Chapter 6 of Part Four - Collector of the Sahuldeem series is up! (Hopefully I actually make chapter art this time...sorry about last chapter) Uh, SURPRISE! I vanished again. I’m back again. I need to be better about this. :’) Anyway, there are some fun cameos in this chapter, but I won’t name them in the AO3 tags/here right away so folks aren’t spoiled~

[fanfictasia]

Vision - Chapter 9.5 - Bonus Chapter - Omega 1 - Wattpad

Vision Chapter 95 - Bonus Chapter - Omega 1, a star wars: the bad batch fanfic | FanFiction

[atomic-lola]

SWTOR: The beauty of the war zones of Ord Mantell

[queen-daya]

Hunter Being Omega’s Dad -> Plan 99 (2/4)

[genericficerblog]

Star Wars the Bad Batch announcement

Within the next couple of days, I'd like to post the following two stories in my Bad Batch series.

Clashing with a new villain on Ord Mantell.

The True Meaning of Family

These two one-shots, combined with TBBAW 2023's Omega SFW prompt, will form the three fics between the end of Road to Resistance and the next major fic in the series, Dantooine Solstice Festival.

I hope you enjoy them.

[the-tomato-patch]

[swtorpadawan]

When the BioWare to Broadsword Transfer Results in NPC Layoffs

[walkawaytall]

Two meetings a week was, admittedly, excessive for a fake Committee with fake objectives. But this was war — an endeavor known for being boring until it wasn’t — and considering how kriffing freezing the new base was, Leia began working on a proposal that they meet on the Falcon three times per week whenever possible. Because the Falcon had something even private quarters on base couldn’t offer her: heat.

She of course had her Alliance-issued coat, vest, and gloves, the thermal sleep sack, the heat-trapping underclothes, but the base was carved out of a glacier. Piping actual heat into her room or any other was out of the question if they had any interest in the structural integrity of the building remaining intact. Leia went about her day relying on layers of clothing, drinking caf, and following the fourth meal edict passed down from High Command to keep herself warm, and still had to struggle to resist shivering as her energy dropped throughout the day. Her nights were even worse, the cold often doing double duty to make her uncomfortable as she readied herself for bed and trigger nightmares featuring freezing, sterile prison cells and torturous injections that simultaneously filled her veins with ice and flame while she attempted to sleep. 

The Falcon kept its warmth inside well enough to pose no risk to the glacier. Leia could feel warm, actually warm for a few hours every few days as long as Han and Chewie weren’t off-base. She could get more rest, too. The Committee meetings couldn’t stop the nightmares entirely, but if she rushed to bed straight from the warmth of the Falcon’s main hold and kept her mind on the events of the meeting rather than her immediate surroundings, the odds of getting at least four uninterrupted standard hours of sleep were substantially higher.

“I think we should hold meetings more often,” Leia said, staring at the hand she’d been dealt briefly before looking pointedly between Han, then Luke. She doubted she’d need to do much convincing where Chewie was concerned; the Wookiee seemed to have a soft spot for her that even she didn’t fully understand.

Han raised his eyebrows, a smirk crossing his face. “Y’know, sweetheart, if you want to to come around more often, you just have to ask.”

Leia studied his expression for a moment. The smirk was there, but his statement lacked the conviction to sounding suggestive that their earlier interactions involved. He almost seemed…genuine. She moved her attention to Luke without acknowledging Han directly.

“I dunno,” Luke said. “I think spending too much time separated from the Rogues could affect morale.”

“Y’think your presence alone dictates morale, kid?” Han asked. He looked at Leia, an easy grin on his face. “We’re worse off than I thought.”

Leia suppressed a laugh.

“Ha ha,” Luke said, setting his cards facedown on the table. “Fold.”

-----Collateral - Chapter One - The Committee----- (This is a multichapter, but the final chapter was posted in March, so it is complete!)