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[aalmaluar]

Poodo [arcs study] ...

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Star wars fanfiction is funny because it'll be normal and then once you're throughly immersed the author will start dropping words like 'poodoo' and you'll think that can't *possibly* be cannon, but this is the star war, relm of glup shittos so you Know that it probably is indeed a part of this multi billion dollar multi media franchise

so you open a new tab

And type into the search bar 'poodo'

The auto complete reads 'poodoo star wars'

And then you just have to sit with that.

[lemongingerart]

Chapter 1 - Departure (I)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N:     Hello dear, it's been a while! I wasn’t actually planning on publishing yet (I still need to finish up the header and the last scene) but after attending star wars celebration I am so high on Hux again! As an extra, I'm also uncharacteristically impulsive. This is not going to end well, ah ah ah.

Arc 2 has been written, up till some very *interesting * scenes! The whole thing got out of hand a bit, I already have almost 23k words for part 1 of this arc (part 2 will follow with the same amount, but still working it through) I should be able to more or less update on a regular basis for the next 11 chapters now, since I only need to review them!

Because I know some of you have read arc 1 a good while ago, let me give you this short recap: Hux, Miko and PC just left Utapau Four and are heading to Taris, so they can obtain the coördinates to the Resistance base. Hux has been in a stressful and frustrated mood (at least, more than usual), while Miko is gloomy from trying to deal with her new reality: she might not be able to return to her home for good.

Get ready for a whole whirlwind of (mis)adventures.

Armitage was looking to the everlasting hyperspace clouds, as if he was paying attention to it for the first time in his life. If Miko wanted to start a conversation - which she certainly didn’t - his intense gaze would've stopped her from doing so. She wondered what he was thinking, looking so serious and focussed on the void ahead.

This time however, she mused, the silence didn’t feel loaded and somehow had turned into something comforting. They had an actual plan and could focus on the upcoming mission. Everything was more or less under control. 

Miko felt like she finally had the time to study her companion. From the seat she was in, she noticed he was frowning deeply, and she could guess by that serious stern look on his face, he was thinking about the current bantha poodo he was in. 

She sat back in the co-pilot 's chair while keeping an eye on his side profile. She knew by now he had done some horrible things - based on her father's reaction - although she didn't know the exact details. 

Thinking back to the way he introduced himself to her with so much flair, his previous position within the military must’ve meant everything to him. The First Order was probably the only life he knew. And she doubted one could become a general by playing along nicely, so he probably has done and sacrificed a lot to get in that seat. 

Still, he betrayed all that. For what?

Her mind wandered back to the time he miraculously woke up beneath her, onboard the Steadfast . She really was convinced he was dead at the time. She could remember the shock she felt, when she unceremoniously had fallen down on his limp body. But the memory was blurred by the storm of emotions and adrenaline she went through that moment. 

Did I really somehow… revive him, like he said? How could that be even frigging possible?  

The girl looked at her hands and slowly turned them around, trying to see if something happened if she tensed the muscles in her fingers. 

Of course, it was to no avail, making her wonder if he was just making things up for some obscure reason. But why would he do that? 

Nothing made sense these past days . The chaos, violence, the unexpected get-away, everything was wearing her down.

She slowly looked back to the ex-general and noticed how his jaw was slightly moving. 

Was he grinding his teeth… again ? 

At this moment, she was absolutely positive this man was full of frustrations and looking at the bags under his bloodshot eyes and his pale skin, the stress was eating him slowly but surely. 

She closed her eyes. If she was not going to stop paying attention to him, she was going to start getting worked up as well, and that wouldn’t help them any further. 

After a short pause, Miko felt relatively at ease again and decided to follow Hux’ gaze, so she started staring at the hyperspace clouds as well. They were somehow enchanting, the slight rotation of the ship making the clouds swirl and giving the space outside a dreamy aura. 

Honestly, right now, this all felt like a bad dream. She had always wanted to leave Utapau Four behind, and she used to fantasise about steering her own ship, drifting through hyperspace, from system to system. Seeing the most beautiful parts of the galaxy. Looking for a place with more purpose to land. 

She once wished for adventure, but now, the sting of hastily having to say goodbye to her father, maybe for good, was reminding her that she wasn't living her dream. This was all too real and absolutely not how she wanted to leave her home behind. 

She felt the urge to cry slowly rising from her chest, but she refused to give in to those feelings, especially around that pompous manipulative asshole. She gulped and kept her head down, trying to find tranquillity once again.

Only a few seconds later, she noticed a small but very irritating noise originating from the left. She looked back at Hux, who was now grinding his teeth so loud she could hear it from her seat and it was not helping her current emotional state.

Kriff.

‘Could you please stop doing that?? It’s not good for both your teeth and my headache’, she said, grumbling, only then realising she was again talking before thinking things through. 

This frigging bastard had almost choked me to death, if it wasn’t for PC , she hastily reminded herself, cold sweat appearing on her backside.

But the next thought that entered her worked up mind, were those glassy eyes again. Almost instantly she felt her cheeks go red, betrayed by her own thoughts, so she swiftly diverted her attention to the other side of the shuttle and gulped. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't turn around and see the blush under the dim light.

Unfortunately, Hux decided to redirect his energy from destroying his teeth to destroying any hope for a normal conversation, and he slowly faced her. 

‘Just who do you think you’re talking to?’ he replied with a low voice, giving her a dangerous look, as if she had done something extremely rude. Her body already involuntarily responded to his words and made her turn her attention back to him, momentarily forgetting the blush and trying to process his rude comment.  

Was this the tone he normally used when a subordinate had messed up pretty bad? she absently considered, trying to find a way to explain that this reply was somehow socially acceptable in Worst Order context. 

But, despite trying to negate the brusqueness in what he just said, she could not get rid of the feeling that he was intimidating her, that was for sure. And, combined with the reason she had been blushing before, he was tearing her apart with these most confusing thoughts.

Right now, under his persistent, piercing gaze, she felt like she couldn’t breathe easily, feeling mixed emotions of anger, inadequacy from her part (and for what? He didn't have anything to expect from her), getting slightly terrified and some other burning feeling from her abdomen. One that matched well with her pink cheeks.

She abruptly closed her mouth and looked away with a defying glance. There was no good verbal response she could come up with, especially since she felt like he turned her into a mess so easily. 

This was a conversation she wouldn’t take any further, because it was going to end in the both of them shouting again, and maybe worse. 

The next few seconds, her discomfort only escalated further into distress. Miko felt like she was walking on thin ice, scared to accidentally provoke him. Not that she was convinced there were any actual triggers, but the thought of his hands around her throat tended to do that to her. So, she decided she didn’t want to stay in the same room with him any more and left the cockpit without a word.

Armitage watched Miko’s back when she retreated from the cockpit. He made notice of her posture, which wasn't reflecting her usual defiance. Unlike their other unfortunate encounters, she looked a bit resigned but mainly confused, most likely too emotionally disturbed to be thinking clearly. Her face looked a bit worked up, too.

Thinking back on what he just said to her, he may have been overreacting due to his train of thoughts. She didn't actually say something offensive, although it was much more straightforward than any other conversation he has had in the past years. 

Taking into account that she already looked off, he hoped she wasn’t going to do anything stupid because of his response.

Given her mood though, he opted not to go after her, and wait in the cockpit a little longer. The atmosphere was already loaded enough and he wasn't looking forward to more energy consuming drama or useless fights. 

He automatically turned his attention back to the hyperspace void in front of him and picked up where his thoughts were left, before her intermission. 

The stress started eating at him again. He wasn’t used to having time for anything, and now he sat there, waiting, counting the hours before he was to be delivered to the enemy, at his own suggestion, no less. 

Was he going to be able to break Ren? How much more did he need to give up so he could remove that idiot, who knocked him from his ambitious trajectory? Is it all going to be worth it and what's going to be left of the First Order in the end? Will there be a chance for him to start over and get in charge again?

There had to be, it was the only life he knew. He had been there, only a little five year old boy, when the Order rose from the ashes of the Empire. So many sacrifices, harsh decisions and risks were taken to become what they were. He personally had pushed himself to the limits, over the limits, sometimes to the brink of insanity, to achieve greatness for the First Order. 

His mind wandered further,  thinking back about the choices he made, the career path he chose and pushed himself forward for.  The way he crawled up to the chain of command.

Yes, corruption was within their ranks. He wasn’t clean of those tactics either, but that’s part of the game. He learned those tricks from his father. 

Armitage grimaced at the thought of the latter, and how he made sure the younger Hux understood his teachings. 

There’s no way one could keep his hands clean in achieving leadership. But at least, he knew how the giant war machine worked, something Ren lacked. They all underestimated him, they didn't understand how far he was willing to go and up till now that had always worked in his advantage. 

The empire had shown that a strong hand was imperative to attain peace, but it was too flawed. And with insane emotionally unstable idiots like Ren at the top, the First Order was risking the same end. Something had to be done.

But, after literally leaking the Emperor's message to the resistance and letting high ranked resistance members escape, will he ever be able to seize command? Maybe he did go too far, this time? 

 He didn’t have many allies left. Phasma perished as did Snoke. Lower officers like Mitaka could prove to be loyal to him, given Ren’s outbursts on the personnel. But in high command, he was losing popularity because of Starkiller and the Fulminatrix.

And then there was that huge factor he hadn’t taken into account properly. 

Pryde. 

He knew of the sick prick and his reserve forces, but none of the acting officers of the First Order out in the outer rim were aware of how Pryde had strengthened their numbers so fast. The so-called allegiant-general had become a powerful and influential player. Suddenly, the tables had turned and both Pryde and Ren almost succeeded in removing him from the board of command.

Then came Palpatine 's message, and it was as if it announced Hux's demise. Pryde convinced his loyal allegiant officers that going after the message would bring them significant strategic advantages, while Ren was not open for reason.  Hux was automatically on the other end of the bargain, and thus enemy number one within the Order's upper ranks. 

How convenient for both. 

He felt his palms grow sticky beneath his leather gloves. He could try to come up with alternative tactics, go over the scenarios over and over again, but he already knew in the back of his mind that there was no better option than the way too risky plan he had picked now.

His jaw felt stiff and was starting to hurt from the constant pressure, the sting bringing him back to the present. He sighed deeply and rubbed his nasal bone.

On second thought, getting into some drama or a fight with Miko suddenly feels much more appealing than drowning in these thoughtlines , he scoffed.

A/N: I'm ignoring Sloane for a minute because we don't know what happened to her, same goes for Thrawn. They will have a cameo later on though! I love them too much not to include them 🥰

[klausie]

hwllo🐣

I THINK YOUWOULD be a strawverry cloud slime or maybe a lemon but you r a happy fruit cloud slime!

and i rhink youd be a big dog not a smal one i think u would beeeee a 🐩 poodo like a goldendoodle maube

[crystalshined]

x.

Careful movements straighten the edges of a flatprint. The four of them, goofy faces frozen on fragile paper.

A twinge of pain reaches Tru's chest, but a heartbeat later he smiles recalling the day Darra took the pictures, holding a flatcam with the force to fit all of them in the frame. She made such a sour face that they all decided to copy it. 

Tru never figured out if Ferus joined them, or if he was simply annoyed. He still doesn’t know, but he decides Master Soara may like seeing this picture, before he sends it off to the archives.

xi.

“She would punt me for showing you, but it didn’t feel right not to do so.”

He curls one arm around another, feels again, like a silly stammering child on his first visit to the council chamber. Struggling to meet Soara’s eyes, he wonders, in secret, if she judges him for what he has caused.

Soara only browses the flatprints for a few silent moments. When she speaks, her voice is fond. “Thank you.”

He takes it as a clue to not disturb her further.

“One moment, Tru?” The master says, and he obliges. Soara presses a smooth strip of silk into his hands. Violet. Ironed. Tru stares at it numbly.

“Don’t give me that look. Take it.”

“I don’t know– I shouldn’t– ”

But Soara regards him with that no-bantha-poodo stare that she is famous for. “I don’t exactly have where to put it.” She indicates her closely chopped locks. “Items need to be used, or there is no point owning them..”

Unable to argue, Tru accepts the gift.

[iregulargremlin]

Anakin: did i say peacefully? Sorry i mean piecefull as in inshot that PIECE of poodo FULL of holes with my blaster

I think the most frequent question I still get asked about the senator Anakin au is how did Anakin become senator of Tatooine when Tatooine is controlled by the Hutts? and the answer is always very simple, it's not controlled by the Hutts anymore

(full au guide)

[musewrangler]

In honor of OT Week here’s a little one shot I wrote a while back. My favorite film is The Empire Strikes Back.

This story is entitled— Piett’s Promotion

(In my work, the Lady is sentient and Veers didn’t die on Hoth)

He lost track of how many hours he had spent on the bridge, ruthlessly clamping down on his emotions. He had hated the man, it was true. And had suffered at his hands. But he had not ever wished that death upon him. He could still hear Ozzel’s wet chokes and see his bulging eyes, mere feet from himself. That last, desperate gurgle as he turned toward Piett-- as though the Captain could do anything against the Force. The thud of his body---it sounded like someone had dropped a bag of meat on the deck.

Lord Vader on the holoscreen, dispassionately squeezing the life from the man and calmly informing Piett what he wanted done with the fleet.

You are in command now, Admiral Piett.

So he went through the motions of being in command. Of taking reports. Checking duty rosters. Speaking to the morgue about the disposal of Ozzel’s body. Force . Writing to his family, because someone should.

Then---the asteroid field. His Lady, his fleet now, going to their destruction. And he had tried.

Three years he had worked with Vader and he had watched the obsession for finding Skywalker grow. Say what you would about Vader, and people did, he had seemed to genuinely care about Death Squadron, about the men and ships that served him faithfully. And he was being ordered to take that Squadron to their deaths, throw all that away, to find that damn ship.

So he had tried. He knew his life was forfeit. He went to Vader. His bridge crew clearly believed he would not return from that meeting. Veers had commed him as he walked to Vader’s quarters and begged him not to go. But he had to. For the sake of the men. For the sake of his Lady. And was told it was not an excuse. Vader was willing for the Lady, the pride of the fleet, his flagship, to be horrifically damaged, if not destroyed, in this obsessive quest.

The only moment in his entire career that Piett appreciated hearing from the Emperor happened just in time.

They had moved out of the asteroid field and Piett had an entirely new burden as damage reports flooded his datapad and alarms blared around the Lady’s bridge. So he did what he had to---he ordered repairs, he checked casualty reports, at one point, he personally had his hands in some of the Lady’s wiring, repairing damage to her bridge deflector shield.

And then…..

Avenger reported they had her.

Piett had served with Needa at one point. They weren’t quite friends, they hadn’t had time for that, but he liked the man and thought he was a good officer. And a good man.

So good that he felt he needed to shield his men from Vader’s unpredictable wrath. And for the second time in 48 hours, Piett had to stand by as another larynx was crushed and this time, Vader mocked his prey.

Apology accepted Captain Needa.

And all of Piett’s emotions must be silenced. Because he had his own men to think of. If he was to die, some other poor bastard would be Admiral. He would rather kill himself trying to save them than have Vader crush his throat.

At some point, and he genuinely couldn’t say when in the eternity he experienced, Captain Kelly had walked up to his side, carefully removed the datapad he found he’d been clenching in his hands, and quietly murmured, “Admiral, I have the bridge. Please sir, go and rest.”

Piett had stared at him a beat and then realized that he was being given a reprieve.

“You have the bridge, Captain,” he’d said in automatic tones that must have been his and then he was turning to walk as straight and confident as he could toward the blast doors.

First hurdle cleared, he made it to the turbolift where he allowed himself to lean against the wall for support.

There had been a time when he thought that Vader actually gave a damn about his men. That he was building something which Piett was proud to be part of. But this consuming obsession…..

His deck. He felt as though he was watching someone else as his boots moved slowly toward the Admiral’s quarters---his quarters.

Someone other than himself (perhaps Captain Kelly) had ordered his things transported here, and Ozzel’s removed. He could still smell the chemicals that the cleaning crew had used, to prepare it for their new admiral. He wondered if the smell would have faded by the time the next admiral was installed here. For he had no illusions. His death was coming swiftly in this mad chase for Skywalker.

One of his miniature trees was tipped over. In automatic response, he carefully righted it, scooping the dirt back in with his fingers. They were trembling.

Force. He needed a drink. He didn’t care if he was commed---he was going to die anyway, might as well add some liquid courage to face it.

He stumbled to the cabinet and found his liquor collection neatly put away. He found the strongest one he had--something from Dathomir--- and a glass, and poured it full, cursing the shaking in his hands as it spilled on the floor.

He stumbled to his sofa and sat, taking a long fiery drink, and then set the glass on the table, and managed to remove his hat and gloves. He unfastened the top of his duty jacket and found himself gazing at his very gleaming brand new Admiral bars.

Kriff it. He’d hated Ozzel but this had not been the way he wanted a promotion. Six hundred men had died today as a direct result of travelling through an asteroid field.

Dear family, I’m so sorry to write to you to inform you of the death of your son/father/brother. They were pulverized by a completely unnecessary asteroid trip because our commander has lost his kriffing mind over a Rebel pilot.

Piett took another long drink and poured another. As he made a good start on it, the lights of his quarters dipped into indigo.

He laugh/sobbed. “Yes lady, I am sad. That word…….doesn’t begin to cover what I’m feeling I’m afraid.”

Icey blue light--her color for fear. “Yes, literally afraid. I’m likely going to be dead soon….” He put the glass down again and buried his face in his hands.

The Lady. What would happen if he died next? Would Vader take care of her? Today’s actions didn’t seem to indicate that he would. Piett had to find a way to survive. Someone had to try and stand between Vader’s madness and this ship and crew.

The icey blue was flashing at him as he lifted his face and he realized that she was frightened at his words.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry, Lady, I will do my best not to be. Lord Vader is….can you sense that he is not….right?”

Her regular lights flashed. <Yes>

He finished his glass and his head swam.

“Lady, if…..if…..I can’t, then you must take care of this crew. Do not let Lord Vader hurt you, do you understand?”

And that was dangerously close to treason, even in his rather intoxicated ears.

She flashed her lights and gave him indigo again.

“I’m sorry, Lady, but you need to be prepared, if I……” he reached for the bottle again, and suddenly strong hands were taking it from him, and he followed the hands with his eyes up to the deeply compassionate gaze of the General.

“Enough, Firmus.” He set the bottle somewhere out of sight and came around the sofa to kneel in front of Piett and begin undoing his duty jacket.

The Admiral’s swimming brain was struggling now, between the alcohol and the exhaustion of terror.

“Max. You’re in sickbay.” He raised a finger to point at him. “You will be in soooooo much trouble with Henley.”

“I discovered today, much to my shock,” Veers began, helping Piett shrug out of the jacket and reaching for his boots next, “that underneath multiple layers of baked on cynicism and appalling condescension, the Doctor might possibly have a heart. When he heard you were on a path to throw yourself between Vader and this crew, he let me go early. And your Lady got my attention a short while ago by blinding me with that white light she’s chosen for you.”

The General had finished wrestling off his boots and Piett noted the still pink and healing lines on his face from his injuries on Hoth.

“Now,” said Veers firmly. “I would say congratulations, but this is not the time and I’m so kriffing sorry that it happened this way, Firmus.”

“He was right next to me,” Piett whispered, and found himself irrationally angry that his hands were still shaking. “I need one more drink, Max, I’ve got to keep it together….”

“You do need one more drink, Admiral, but not alcohol.” The General rose and procured a glass of water which he came back and handed carefully to his friend. “That’s an order, drink it all. I found out how long you were on the bridge, and you are no doubt dehydrated. Drinking that much….” he looked back at the bottle, “damn when you go for it, you really do, don’t you? Dathomirian vodka? Yes, more water it is.”

Piett did not like the feeling of crumbling, but it was happening and he couldn’t make it stop. He tried anyway. “Techina---telechni---kriff, technically , I outrank you now, General Veers.”

He saw Max pause and glance at him with an eyebrow raised. “Well. Even plastered, trust you to know your military protocols by heart. That is true, Admiral .”

Piett flinched at the title. Veers relented, getting more water silently and snagging the duvet from the bed in the other room.

Don’t be comforting Max. I can’t. I will break utterly and I don’t think I have time for that.

Another glass of water was shoved into his hands and then his duvet was draped around his shoulders. Veers seated himself close to his friend.

“I know you pretty well now Firmus, would you agree?”

Piett just nodded, drinking the water, letting it slide down a throat that was feeling tighter by the moment.

Like Ozzel’s, like Needa’s.

“So I hope you can trust me enough to believe what I’m going to say.” Veers paused, considering. “A great deal of bantha poodo has occurred in the last several days. Hoth was a success in some ways. But I lost three walkers.”

“I’m sorry, Max I should have….”

“You should have nothing, Firmus. You haven’t had a single second to breathe until now and I know it. My point is, that our commander is…..not what we had hoped. But we both have men under our command and I know that you care about that. If what I overheard you telling the Lady is any indication…..you don’t expect to make it much longer.”

Piett shuddered involuntarily and in a rare move (he must look pathetic) Veers got an arm around him.

“I’m here to tell you, that you must . Keep your head down, follow orders, do your best as you always do, and hope that Lord Vader remembers that you are one of his most competent and loyal officers.”

And he would like to find some shreds of hope in that, he would, but….

“Did you…..” he cleared his throat and gave another attempt. “Did you hear about Needa?”

A pause. Veers sighed. “Yes. Kriff it. Were you there for that too?”

And the throat that was now unbearably tight wouldn’t work for him to make any words, and Piett leaned forward to hide his face in his hands as his shoulders shook.

Veers’ arm tightened around him.

“Get it out here, Firmus, it won’t help to try and bury that. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

You are in command now, Admiral Piett.

[kimbachan]

Hey, how was your time at Star Wars Celebration this past weekend? Would be curious to hear more about how that went. (I was there, too, but only for a couple days, and was sick part of the time.)

One word description: Amazing!

First thing, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! I waited 7+ HRs in line for this shirt… so behold it… Behold! Second thing, thanks for asking! I’m sorry to hear about you being sick while there. I managed to maintain health throughout and beyond… no sicky symptoms have emerged as I write this.

I also got a few other shirts at the Celebration Store (sad story about the Ahsoka shirt to follow). 

I only took one selfie while waiting in a line on Thursday for the Celebration store, taken the first 20-30 minutes in. I was wearing my official SWC2019 Kanera shirt, but I didn’t get it in the pic. I spent the whole time talking and playing some Star Wars Trivial Pursuit with fellow queuers. I brought those cards for this line since I knew I’d be a few hours… did not expect over 7… that wasted my entire day. I almost didn’t get my mural shirt too! When I finally got in, size small where all out, but the guys in the back we super nice and went and grabbed a few more. I would have been devastated if I had waited the whole time for one specific shirt only to have to get an incorrect size (they had all others available still). I already shared the pic of me and the giant lolf-wolf plushie. I want one that big in my room.

Obviously, while waiting I got a view of the mural… loved the SWR panel, but it was weird seeing Ezra and Thrawn look so… realistic… but… not like themselves, if that makes sense.

The next day, I had won the lottery for the Ep IX panel, so that’s the first thing I did that day. I even got one of the cool black hat with red embroidered IX on it. That came in handy the rest of the weekend (especially Sunday since it SNOWED).  

Obviously I took a bunch of random photos. But sadly… the ones my husband shot of me never were framed very well. *sigh* oh well.

Saw this gem happening while walking past the Star Wars Galaxy’s Edge booth. Wish the Ghost could make a real life addition to Galaxy’s Edge. (Better ship than that hunk of junk…  :)

I witnessed one of my idols roll by. 

(I also saw a concept art sketch version of Chopper in the droid races, I don’t have pics since I was letting my husband take care of that duty so I could just enjoy the moment… so sweet of him, yes? But here is a pic of what he looked like while chilling in the droid builders area… which literally had dozens of droids hanging around a jawa chop shop… it was real horror show… you know, for a droid.)

I LOVED stepping inside the Millennium Falcon booth, it was surreal.

I also ran into a no good scoundrel. Swoon.

I also draped myself over a gangster.

Later I ran into this cutie pie though… found him!

On Sunday, I decided I’d spend some time contributing to the Scarif diorama. This is where the Ahsoka shirt travesty happened. While trying to get the green paint to come out, I squeezed too hard and the top burst off splattering my new shirt. Devastating!!!! I know. I had 5 left to finish after I got splattered, at that point, I was finishing them out of pure spite. I spent sooooo long there, too. 11:45am - 2:20pm… I must have been crazy. But here’s the little rebel bastards I finished.

Oh, I did go to the Star Wars Rebels Remembered panel on Saturday and got the sweet, sweet mural poster. (sorry for the poor lighting, dining room has poodo lighting)

I got a copy of Master and Apprentice. I need to finish a few other books before I start it.

Obviously, there’s more pics and things to tell… but really, who has the interest to read all that? So I’ll stop here. Thanks for reading!

[tanadidreamer]

Hold up, “kriff/kriffing” is Huttese for fuck/fucking, which is still used. As is damn and shit (aka poodo, or osik if you’re Mandalorian

star wars is so fucking stupid, I love it

[aalmaluar]

Poodo walking cycle

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[sternguard77]

“You thought today would be another Lego Advent Calendar treat, but it was I, D-0!”

This’ll be my moment to say, if you haven’t watched the Lego Star Wars Holiday Special, do so. Its good fun and this little wheelie poodo has one line in it and yet I care more about him from it than most of the Rise of Skywalker.

The santa hat also looks really cute on him. And I get to make dozens of Dio/D-0 jokes to my wife which is just a treat. 490/10 did enjoy. Can’t wait to see what they’ve got tomorrow.

[skies7536]

Ghost Trial

Rex was jolted out of a fitful sleep when the Ghost shook violently and the emergency sirens began to blare.  

“What the Blazes,” bellowed Rex as he threw off his blanket.  

The next shutter bounced him off his bunk and he slid across the floor toward the wall.  He caught himself at his desk just as the lights went out into total darkness.

Kanan’s voice crackled over the com, “All hands.  We are experiencing some major malfunctions.  Everyone get to the bridge on the double.”

Rex felt his way through his cabin grabbing some clothes, and tripping over his boots.

“Ouch,” growled Rex he hit his knee on the nightstand, “Son of a Nerf!”

“Rex!  Where are you?”  

“I’m getting my gear. Unless you want to see an old clone streak -”

“NO!” Exclaimed several voices over the com.

“Are we under attack?” Rex asked as he pulled a t-shirt on. For some reason it was unusually tight, and it ripped as he moved his arms. He put on pants and stomped into his boots as he moved toward the door.

“No,” Responded Ezra. “We’d be in deep poodo if we were.”

The Ghost shuttered again.

“I have no power here.” said Rex as he ran his hands along the wall, “I’m trying to find the access panel.”  

“I’m here Rex.”  Zeb said as he pushed open the cabin doors.  Smoke filled the hall, and Rex could see only the hulking outline of Zeb.  “Come on!”

Rex followed Zeb through the corridor toward the bridge.

“Zeb, Rex, get to the Engine room and help Sebine!” Crackled the com.

The two friends turned down another corridor and saw Sabine wave at them with her helmet on.

“The lasers are on.” she said as she tossed Rex and Zeb protective goggles, “Put these on.”

Rex put his goggles on and no sooner than he did so, the doors in front of him opened and he was pushed inside.

The Ghost had stabilized and the lights were turned on.  Rex looked around stunned and confused.  Kanan and Ezra were in the room facing him force levitating round vivid paint balls.  Rex turned just as the doors behind him shut tight.

“Surprise!” smiled Zeb as he and Sabine armed themselves with paintballs.

“Now, wait a min-”Said Rex as he was immediately pummeled.

After several seconds the rain of paint ended and so did the laughter as Hera and Ahsoka entered the room.

“What is going-” Scolded Hera.  “OH!”

“OH, Rex!” said Ahsoka as she covered her face and tried in vein not to laugh out loud.

The Ghost crew was standing in the room surrounding Rex who is completely covered with brightly colored paint.  He ripped off his goggles and slid slightly in the greasy paint puddle in which he found himself.

“Captain Syndulla,” said Rex as he regained his footing and stood in his usual at ease stance as he caught his breath, “Permission to address the crew.”

“Of course, Captain.” Said Hera respectfully, glaring at Kanan.

Rex smirked slightly under his multicolored beard as he wiped his hand across his painted chest and pointed at each crew member in turn, “Come here.”

Several hours later on Seelos laughter echoed from a converted At-At.  Gregor sat at the holo table with an image of the Ghost crew and Rex covered in paint.

“Brilliant Zeb!  Just brilliant!” said Gregor, “You got ‘em good!”

Wolffe stood behind Gregor wiping tears from his eye as he caught his breath.

“Thanks for sending this to us.” said Gregor as the transmission ended.  Gregor looked up at Wolffe, “Oh, they’re in for it now.”

“They’re doomed,” chuckled Wolffe as he put his hands on Gregor’s shoulders, “Play it again.”

[jedroundkick1]

Humans walk over the poor cat like a burning bag of poodo... We all suck, people, we all suck!

Sums up the relationship between cats and humans

[cirektv]

POODO RESTO

[ikarachitimes]

#Karachi: Har Sattah Pr Shajar Kari Muhum Jari, Taham Lagaye Gaye Hazaro Poodo Me Pani Dene Ka Nizam Mojood Nai, Adam Hikmat-e-Amli Se Poodo K Jalne Ka Khadsha https://t.co/8CRVx3j2hr

#Karachi: Har Sattah Pr Shajar Kari Muhum Jari, Taham Lagaye Gaye Hazaro Poodo Me Pani Dene Ka Nizam Mojood Nai, Adam Hikmat-e-Amli Se Poodo K Jalne Ka Khadsha pic.twitter.com/8CRVx3j2hr

— Karachi_Times (@Karachi_Times) June 27, 2018

from Twitter https://twitter.com/Karachi_Times

[kengoa]

"As much as we want this to remain quiet, we sadly don't have much of a choice when it comes to those inside the compound. They would have to be rounded up and executed. No one can know that we were here."  Watcher 8 said as she looked down at Cipher 14.  "Reports say that there are a 150 people on the property, Cipher. I expect all 150 of them to be dead when you leave."

Goa looked up at his Watcher's pale blue form and nodded his head. "So go in, kill the boss then everyone else in the compound.  Anything else?"

" No, but I'll contact you in six hours. Hopefully you'll be out by then. Watcher out."

******

A overloaded stealth generator, shiv and a number of poison darts/canisters  allowed the compound to be slowly over tooken as the sixth hour slowly approached.  First it was the guards, then the servants and guests. Many of which didn't notice the odd smell in the air until it was too late. Security feeds had been looped and old frequencies were being played back while the current ones were jammed.  No one seemed to know what was going on until it was too late.  And by the time they noticed there was only a small handful left.

The boss himself went down with hardly a fight after his own men had been gunned down. A few slaves in the corner of the room pleaded for their lives only to have one be smart enough to dart off before they too were silenced. Between her chains clattering behind her and the panicked gasps as she tried to run away from their attacker the blue twi'lek woman rushed through the halls knowing that death was behind her.

She darted into a room and slammed the door shut, she was panting heavily but despite the tears in her eyes she armed herself with a bottle.

Goa wasn't in the mood when he caught up with the Twi'lek slave who had ran off on him. He was just about done when she ran off. And to make matters worse Watcher 8 was already calling him.  Without thinking he pulled the holo out and answered it as he kicked down the door with his blaster out.

"Just wait a moment." he snapped before dropping the holo when the bottle came flying at him. A growl escaped his throat as he raised his blaster to shoot but before a bolt could be fired he froze.

"Cipher 14. Cipher?"  Watcher 8 called as Goa remained frozen looking at the Twi'lek woman who shifted nervously before him. She was older than the other slaves, perhaps around 30.

It wasn't his first time seeing a Twi'lek but she looked familiar. Despite the tired and frightened look on her face she still had the faint scar that split her lip down to the chin. Even more so that same tattooed marking over it. She was defiantly older than the first time they had met, but it was her.

"Come on do it!" she shouted as Goa slowly lowered his weapon from her. "Come on killer, do it!" she yelled picking up another glass bottle ready to throw it at him.

Goa's mind raced to find a name, but not a single one came to him. They didn't call each other by names back then. They didn't understand each other back then.

"Cipher 14!" Watcher shouted as she watched her agent slowly re-holster his weapon and  raise his hands to the slave he was suppose to kill.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Goa said as he pulled down the thick mask that had protected him from the smoke and poison he had been using earlier. Slowly he walked up to the slave watching her closely as the woman eyed him ready to toss the bottle at him.  "Just let me help you," he said calmly as he could tell that the woman doubted him.

"Poodo!" she shouted "You killed everyone else you monster!"  she shouted as Goa paused. For a moment it looked like he was about to say something, but instead he didn't and kept moving forward.

When he finally got close enough he was forced to duck as the bottle was thrown at him and quickly scrambled to grab her hands. Screams and shouts echoed in Goa's ears  as he found himself assaulted by fists and claws though it was punch aimed at his cybernetics that finally caused him to pull back as a sharp ring  echoed in his head.  A low growl came from him but that wasn't what the Twi'lek was focused on. Instead it was the sudden sound of her chains falling to the ground from both her wrists and ankles. The connection between both sets were severed and now laid useless on the floor.

"What sick game is this?" she asked panicked as she watched the would be assassin look up at her while still rubbing his ear.

"You don't remember, do you?" he asked as he looked at her before shaking off the last of the ringing. "Come," he said ignoring the now turned off holo that laid on the floor. "We need to get out before someone shows up." he said motioning to the door before walking out.

She glared at him, she couldn't help but feel a bit confused by his comment more or less his actions. Why was he sparing her, unless he had something else in mind. Sick she thought as she slowly started to follow after him. He walked quickly, stepping over bodies as he lead the way out of the compound. He only looked back a few times with what looked like a faint smile on his face.  Yet she couldn't think of any good reason for him to be looking at her like that.

"Would you be able to make it to town on your own?" he asked as he punched in the code to lift the ray shield that usually blocked the entrance to the compound.

"I can make it, though whats it to you?" she replied as he punched the final button on the panel and looked at her. His face didn't make sense as she passed him up and walked onto the dirt path that lead away from her once prison.

"Tatooine," he replied with a small smile before stepping out. "You left with a Gran." he said with a small sigh as he rearmed the system with his datapad and started to head off into the treeline. He looked back one last time only to give a small smile as he pulled his mask back up and ran off.