#why is the articulation so bad and tight so it holds a pose for display but has to be wrestled into place with adult grip lmaoooo

[starlit-mansion]

we went to target over the weekend and the forge action figure from the dnd movie was on 70% clearance which was low enough to allow the objective funniest piece of merch into my home

[frankenwolf1564]

Transformers Legacy Deathsaurus: Bigger, badder

Kneel before the emperor of your destruction, Deathsaurus!

Continuing this little Victory train I’ve got going, it only feels natural to follow up on Star Saber with his Decepticon counterpart.

It should really go without saying, this guy is stunning. He is obscenely handsome. This is one of the lushest toys I have ever had the pleasure of handling, and keep in mind that’s not exactly a small list. I own three Star Sabers, remember? Everything about his presentation was executed flawlessly, from the colors and paint work to his many accessories. He’s tall, he’s hefty, and his name is Deathsaurus. Those factors alone are enough to warrant plenty of awe, but they really knocked it out of the ballpark here.

Honestly, you’re doing him a disservice leaving him sitting on the (still very well painted and good-looking) throne. Not that it’s a bad display option, far from it, but he’s got far too great of a stature to delegate him to much the same position as the anime. The only display option that doesn’t look inherently amazing is just leaving Eaglechest inserted and having Tigerchest sit to the side (they were never called anything else), the near solid block of red a rather large departure from the rest of his color scheme. You can still make it look good, obviously, and it’s not bad, but it’s bland and awkward comparatively. Outside of that though, you don’t even have to do much for him to look good, but why leave him just standing there when you can do so much more?

Articulation wise, Deathsaurus is stacked. He comes with a ball jointed head, his universally jointed shoulders sit on a butterfly joint, he comes with a bicep swivel and a just-slightly-more-than 90° bend at the elbow, a wrist swivel, and opening fingers that are split into pairs. He doesn’t have any sort of 5mm ports in his hands though, all of his weapons opting for MP style tabs. He has a healthy ab crunch, and his waist swivel is left unimpeded by his kaiju head. It doesn’t tab in, but that’s not really an issue since it’s on a sturdy hinge and it lets you easily move it out of the way when needed. His hips are fully ratcheted, with heavy, solid, satisfying clicks, and they’re completely free to more forward, back, and out, thanks to no back skirt and moving front and side skirts. He has a thigh swivel, his knees bend at another 90°, which you can cheat to bend further by untabbing his knee pads, and a healthy ankle tilt that sits on a tight hinge to hold his weight. Oh, and the kaiju wings are hinged and can rotate, so you don’t have to worry about them getting in the way of his very expressive range of motion. I’d be more surprised by the poses you can’t get him into, the only thing really limiting him being the fact that this is a toy. That exists in the real world. All that stuff, y’know?

Look I never said I was good at posing him I just said you can do it

I want to briefly mention scale just because it’s a bit weird with Deathsaurus. I don’t care but I find it interesting nonetheless. In the Victory anime, he’s supposed to be the same height as Star Saber, but the Haslab effort was scaled to the combined Haslab Victory Saber, with the two meeting (roughly) eye-to-eye. Which means he’s a fair bit taller than Legacy Star Saber. But then he’s shorter than Masterpiece Star Saber, only barely poking past his chest. And then Masterpiece Star Saber was designed to be roughly in scale with Generations, since Saber is the size of a regular transformer. So Legacy Star Saber is almost closer to Legends scaling… Even G1 Deathsaurus is shorter than his equivalent Star Saber. My point is, this is a losing battle and not worth the effort. It is funny that no one set of Deathsaurus and Star Saber figures are the same height, however. G1 Deathsaurus and Legacy Star Saber match, but…

The transformation is a delight and carries none of the concerns that Star Saber does. Everything moves cleanly and purposefully, with practically no hindrances along the way. Motions like unpegging the armatures and spinning them down into place or unveiling the kaiju arms feel great. Mechanically, everything is completely sound, though I do have a few minor gripes, and they’re mostly for going back to robot mode. Getting the tail unpegged is far more of a hassle than it really needs to be. The shield folds up to form said tail, and his kneecaps plug into a set of tabs to lock it into place, but those pegs are tight and there isn’t much to grip on to. The molding of the tail covers where the edges of the kneecaps meet it, meaning you can’t get anything under there for leverage. You have to grip what’s exposed and PULL, which doesn’t feel great. The feet have a similar but less painful issue. There isn’t a notch or groove to flip his heels out, and the edge disappears completely into his toes, so you have to run your finger across the smooth curve at the back to try and beat the friction holding it there and coerce it out. Both would have been easy fixes and are admittedly fairly minor but still unfortunate issues on an otherwise stellar release.

The kaiju mode itself is a delightfully done space chicken, and similarly doesn’t take much to get looking good. The back isn’t great, with the robot thighs clearly visible, but I’m personally not bothered by it and reinserting Tigerbreast helps draw the eye away. Articulation is… it’s a beast mode. C’mon. He keeps everything from the wings and his robot shoulders, and the kaiju feet are on a set of hinges and a swivel, but everything in the forearm is lost. His kaiju arms possess a universal joint for the shoulders, alongside a teeny-tiny bicep swivel and a hinge at the elbow. His head is, again, on a hinge and a swivel, and the jaw opens to reveal a 5mm port. You can get him into a fair amount of appropriately monstrous poses, especially once you reconfigure the stand to hoist him into the air, but 80% of him is a solid brick. Don’t get your hopes up.

Moving onto the various minibots before covering the accessories, cause, y’know, that feels like a logical progression ���n stuff, Eaglechest and Tigerchest are both fine little companions. Eaglechest forms a nice enough blaster and a cute little bird, while Tigerchest… he’s Deathsaurus’ breastplate. Always has been. He’s got a fair amount of articulation, and the bow mode works very well, but yeah. No escaping that.

Pipo and Boater are a rather delightful little pair, much to the surprise of… literally everyone, I think. Revealed as a surprise inclusion after the backing campaign ended, most people weren’t thrilled at the prospect of their inclusion, considering how lackluster most of the modern Micromasters had been. I didn’t even bother mentioning Holi and Fire in my Star Saber review. I mentioned Victory Leo. And I hate Victory Leo. Pipo and Boater though? Fantastic. They’re brand-new molds instead of repaints, and don’t include some forced weapon mode gimmick, which probably does them a litany of favors. They’re exactly what the other modern Micromasters should have been. Proportionate updates of the originals that keep the quick, easy, fidget friendly conversions instead of the fiddly messes we got for most of Siege and Earthrise. Too bad they only come with Deathsaurus though. Sorry completionists.

The set comes loaded with accessories, giving you everything you’d need to recreate whichever moment from the anime. The sword is well painted in a shiny silver and poses great, and I’m sure the same can be said about the blast effects, the flail, and Living-Metal-Destroying Cannon, but I never even took those out of the box. I just don’t care. I don’t need to do all of The Things. Covering every single static, functionally identical accessory, no matter how good they look, is just not why I’m here. I’m less inclined to talk about and review something if it doesn’t do anything interesting. For something I did mess with, the arrow is rather something of a requirement if you want to use Tigerchest as a bow, because while it does look nice, the effect is only sold with the arrow. The stand does a great job of holding Deathsaurus in either mode, but it admittedly doesn’t take much for him to start wobbling while he’s on it, due to his weight. The throne is an easy centerpiece and obvious focal point, with some gnarly sculpting and a great gradient. It even acts as storage for everything mentioned, with all of it stowing neatly away either behind the chair or underneath the base. Deathsaurus can even hold all of his weapons himself, if you choose to do so.

This is what a Haslab effort is about. They let the TF team fully realize everything they want to, with none of the constraints or compromises of a standard retail release. They originally concepted Deathsaurus as a Studio Series Grimlock retool. Thank god that didn’t happen. The only things preventing him from being a fully-fledged Masterpiece release are the height, the back of the kaiju mode, and the Generations greebling. He’s that solid. There wouldn’t be much to improve upon. I have my gripes about Star Saber and the upcoming Omega Prime using the crowdfunding approach, especially considering I don’t want half those sets, but none of that is felt here. I mean technically I don’t care for most of the accessories but y’know those aren’t entire figures so- The whole package feels substantially more worthwhile. I- I don’t have a funny quip to cap this off. So.

[maplefiasco]

All of the Fire I've Swallowed

Holy crap, I actually kinda finished something. And have it ready to go for Scoundress Saturday and everything! Title comes from “Take Me To War” by The Crane Wives

Han/Leia. Rated T. Pre-ESB. Three times Leia took something she wanted.

(Posted below, or if you prefer, you can read it on AO3 or on FF.N)

The first time she kisses Han is a mistake. Yet another in a long line of bad impulses she seems to have around him.

Their mission had been quick and simple, just her, Han, and Chewie picking up a shipment of medical supplies. But it was still a surprise when it turned out to be one of those rare missions that go smoothly. No unexpected Imperial checkpoints to shoot their way out of; no bounty hunters ambushing them at some key moment.

It's just so damn rare to get a win these days. When they actually do, it feels like the whole galaxy is hers to conquer, shape, do with as she sees fit. Today, a couple crates of bacta. Tomorrow, the galaxy.

Chewie's busy in the cockpit, so it's just the two of them in the main hold, both flush with adrenaline and a strange light giddiness. Han had even hugged her after the jump to lightspeed. Even more alarming, she had hugged him back. And now, watching him re-scan the cases for tracking devices (can't be too careful, sweetheart), she tries to remember why it is she goes to so much effort to avoid him, keep him at a distance.

If Leia is being truly honest with herself, which she usually is. Though not on this subject. On the subject of Han, she is coy and elusive with herself, watching herself from a safe distance with a silent smirk most of the time. But for this one brief moment, she allows herself to be open to the possibility of admitting to herself that maybe, possibly, theoretically... kissing Han Solo is the kind of thing she wants to do.

And why not, this new carefree and confident voice in her head asks. If she wants to kiss him, she can. It doesn't have to change anything or ruin her life or break her heart. Like any other mission, she can have an objective, achieve it, and then get out before it gets dangerous. Not everything in her life has to feel like the end of the galaxy. Or maybe it should, given her particular lifestyle these days, in which case she should seize every moment, right? Either way. This feels like a moment. An everything-is-good-and-also-maybe-there's-no-tomorrow moment.

Han is oblivious to her epiphany and how it will shortly affect his mouth. He gives her a good-natured wink and turns off the scanner. We're officially not being tracked. Told ya you were being paranoid as if it hadn't been his idea to do the second scan. Propelled by lingering adrenaline and newfound resolve, she takes a step to close the space between them and kisses him. Whatever she lacks in buildup or seduction, she thinks she makes up for with straightforward enthusiasm.

(Once, when she had been nine or ten, young, but old enough, she had joined her parents on a tour of Isata, a continent far from Aldera and its vibrant hustle. Every day that summer, they visited farms and villages, posed for holos with the locals that would later be broadcast across the planet. It was the first time in her young life Leia had felt on display. Commodified. Today the royal family saw the largest auberal harvested on all of Alderaan. Why it's a few inches taller than our little princess. Up next, your weekend weather forecast.

They had been touring yet another a village, stopping to meet the owner of a frozen joral cream shop. The midsummer sun had hung high and oppressively bright. Leia's elaborate braids had been damp and heavy against her neck with sweat, the hairpins jabbing her scalp every time she moved. The shop owner had offered her a joral cream, any flavor. It would be my honor to serve our sweet princess something as sweet as she. Just name your flavor, your highness.

She had been trained for this. Repeatedly. She knew her line by heart. Thank you, but I could only enjoy it if you give it to a child in more need than me. All summer she had parroted her script and curtsied to Isata's finest confectioners, toy makers, and bakers. What generosity! How compassionate and unselfish the princess is! And then she watched them pull their temptations out of her reach. She hadn't minded, mostly. The affectionate pat on her head from her father was a reward in itself.

But that day, the sun, the constant pressure of being on, all of it, had bested her. She had stood there, boiling in her dress's heavy puddle of fabric. Across the shop sat a girl about her age. Her bright hair swept back in a loose braid, her simple dress breezy on her skinny limbs. She was barely paying attention the royal procession in front of her, so enraptured in her half-melted joral cream. Leia had watched her devour the frozen treat with envy, how she caught the stray drips of melted juice before they could trickle down the cream's flimsy stick and onto her tight fist. Her lips were stained purple, and when she slurped on the cream it echoed all the way across the shop, each a satisfied pop of tangy, cool fruit that Leia could feel on the back of her stale tongue.

At that moment she had so longed to be that girl. Why could she, princess and therefore (as she understood it at the time) most important girl on all of Alderaan, not be as free and natural as the next village girl. She felt her parents' keen eyes on her, waiting to hear her well-rehearsed line. But wasn't she just as hot and hungry as any other girl? The day was already so long, and yet so far from over. Didn't she need a respite as much as anyone else? Why couldn't she, just once, have the simple pleasures that everyone else got to have? The sudden longing and unfairness of it all overrode her royal training. Starblossom flavor, please!

Her mother had laughed and smiled her most diplomatic royal smile, the one that didn't entirely reach her eyes if you really paid attention, thanked the shop owner profusely when he stretched across the counter to bestow Leia with the stick of sweet frozen cream. But when she met her mother's eyes, she knew she'd pay for this defiance later; a stern speech about how one behaves and what one represents that will undoubtedly go on for too long, stirring in her equal parts guilt and boredom. But at that moment, it had only made the joral cream taste all the sweeter.)

So yeah, she kisses Han. And for a single, endless moment she tastes icy sweet starblossom.

The moment after that one, however, is flooded with cold reality. The rational part of her mind, having finally wrestled control back from her giddy idiot brain, went into overdrive. Every very real, very logical reason why this is a very bad idea hits her all at once. A wave of electric panic shoots up her spine, the tang of fruit and summer replaced with ash in the back of her throat. Already cringing, she opens her eyes.

He's standing perfectly still, eyes wide in surprise. This close she can watch the color in them change, from bright green to dark gold, literally watch his mind process what's happening while his face catches up.

The panic takes a quick jaunt through her entire body before settling in the pit of her stomach. Kriff damn hells.

She pulls back stiffly, the way one is supposed to back away from a feral sabercat if they cross paths with one in the wild. Maintain eye contact and don't show weakness. His lips curve up in something between a smug grin and a surprised O. She'll never hear the end of this.

Maybe if she looks aggrieved enough, she can act like what just happened didn't actually happen. Maybe she tripped. Maybe his kriffing ship bucked and bounced her mouth onto his mouth. Because that happens, right. Maybe–

He's full-on grinning now, so no luck there. "Why, Princess–"

"Shut up." Not her most diplomatic tactic, but her mind's blanking on anything more articulate.

"I haven't even said anything yet!"

"Well don't!"

"Hold on, you're the one who just kissed m–"

"No, I didn't, so don't even start." She stomps to the crew quarters and spends the rest of the trip working, definitely not just reading the same page over and over and avoiding him.

This seems to do the trick, because when they land and she finally emerges, he's carrying cargo down the Falcon's ramp, only nodding when he passes her. It's an offhanded, same-shit-as-always kind of nod. Nothing that would indicate that he now knows the taste of her lipgloss or the smell of her hair, which he almost certainly must.

He doesn't say anything and obviously she doesn't say anything. After a while, it's almost enough that she can convince herself it didn't actually happen.

The second time she kisses him, however, he's ready for her.

Remembrance Day was as good an excuse as any for the entire base to celebrate and let off some steam. Some low-grade cabin fever had been making the rounds at Echo Base; the remote location making everyone itch with isolation and anxiety. Why not bring out a few cases of alcohol and let the base run wild for a night. Shake off the nervous energy.

It's noisy and chaotic, the base a barely controlled riot of merrymaking. But in that good way that makes Leia's heart ache. Enthusiasm and camaraderie and everyone here, brought together by a shared mix of fierce dedication and naiveté to believe they can change the course of the galaxy all by themselves.

She's tipsy, not drunk, for the record, because royalty doesn't get shit-faced. A small crowd has ended up in the main briefing chamber. Not completely separate from the partying out in the hall, but adjacent to it.

By day, she's Commander Organa, down in the front of this chamber, presenting intel and passing out mission assignments like some school teacher of war. But now there's a forbidden thrill to being in this room at night, being in a purposeful room without purpose. The usual stresses and duty she associates with this room on pause for the night. It reminds her of playing tea party in the formal banquet hall as a child. Sipping air at the same seat her mother often led state dinners and entertained the galaxy's leaders.

They're holed up in a back corner, the harsh overhead fluorescents off, so the room feels dim and strange. Han doesn't share her reverence for a good briefing chamber. He rearranges the chairs with a casual disregard until they're better suited for social drinking and bullshitting.

She chats for a while with Shara about the pilot's current difficulties. Which are mainly adapting speeder engines for Hoth's temperatures, and getting a strong enough signal to call her parents regularly. (Not that her infant son is much of a conversationalist, but it's the principle, y'know? If he doesn't hear her and see her often enough, how's he going to remember who she is?)

Han and Wedge seem deep in something, their Corellian flowing too rapidly for Leia to pick anything up in the snatches she hears from across the room, especially in Han's thick Tyrenan accent. Luke's in between the two of them, nodding a lot, which means he's either better then she is with Corellian, or he's somehow even worse. At least it sounds lyrical, whatever they're saying, like all Corellian does. Every now and then Han catches her eye across the small crowd. He smiles and cocks his chin towards her ever so slightly. Like they're co-conspirators. Like the two of them share some precious secret only they know about. Her cheeks burn at the presumed intimacy of it. Not embarrassed, but something close to it.

It's well after midnight before the crowd starts to thin out. Shara and Kes had stumbled off in search of Endrolian ale and never returned. Luke, ever the farmer and habitual early riser, had called it a night. Slowly, then all of a sudden, it's just the two of them.

Leia doesn't miss the carefully effortless way Han approaches her, stretches and yawns, then drapes his arm across her shoulders, pulling her close. As if they do this every day. As if tucked under his arm is where she belongs. He's close enough she can smell the whiskey on his breath. "Well honey, you throw a pretty good party." He looks younger when he's not scowling, as he so often is. Softer.

She's far gone enough to enjoy this, thrill slightly at his domestic make-believe, even if a scant few hours ago she would have sooner bit his hand off. "I think it was actually Mon's idea."

"Then tell her she really knows how to run a Rebellion next time you see her." It's high praise from the man who usually only has two opinions about Mon Mothma. One, she's an idealistic fool. And two, she pays too well. But don't correct her on that count.

"I think you like our little Rebellion."

Han sighs before he answers as if it takes a moment to build up the courage to relent and say, "I guess I do." He catches her gaze, smiles his achingly Han smile. "Don't tell Leia, though. She'd be insufferable if she knew." Leia retaliates with a sharp elbow to his ribs. Enough to register, but not hard enough to actually hurt.

"Stars forbid we have one nice moment. If you could just be nice for–" she's gesturing sharply until he catches her hand, kisses the back of it, quick and amiably. A gesture of apology for the words he'd just said, and the ones he knows he's going to say next.

"See? Already insufferable."

She laughs despite herself. It's nice, this. Fighting for fun. (There's a word for that. Flirting. But admitting to herself that that's what they're doing right now is one step too far for her, even now.) It's a struggle to pinpoint the last person who teased her, treated her like Leia, as opposed to Commander or Princess. She knows it was before, before– well, even Luke still has a hint of awe in his voice when he talks to her sometimes.

It's as close as she's gotten him to admit to caring about the Rebellion and she wants to savor this victory. And it shouldn't be a turn on. She's on a base literally filled with sentients who care so damn much they're ready to give their lives to the cause. But it is. Because everything right now feels warm and soft. Because it's him. Because maybe she likes her men like she likes her political revolts. Hard-won and more difficult than they should be.

If she's thinking about kissing him again, it's his fault. For having that stupidly beautiful smile, and directing it at her while admitting he cares about the cause, saying he likes the rebels in a way that really means he likes her. It's not fair. Who grins like that, warm and somehow indecent all at the same time.

So really she has to kiss him, if he's going to have that face.

And it's like he's been waiting every moment for the past three months for this. For it. Again. Like he needs to prove himself after last time when he'd just stood there dumbfounded. Without hesitating, his hand cups her jaw, guiding her closer.

It turns out Han kisses the same way he flies, the same way he argues with her, the same way he does everything in life. Focused and intense and just a little bit carelessly pleased with himself. It's just as impressive and infuriating as anything else he does. He's... unhurried. Less interested in conquering her and more simply exploring, mapping her unfamiliar constellations so he can navigate by them in the future.

She leans further into him, doubling down on her own boldness as if that's the way to somehow regain control of the situation.

He only responds with an arm around her waist, until their bodies are flush against each other. This got away from her so fast. It's dangerously close to something she can't take back, if she even wants to. She feels lightheaded and fuzzy on the exit points.

A loud crash out in the hallway, followed by the sound of glass breaking, shatters the spell between them. Outside, people laugh and carry on, like everything's still normal.

This time her this-is-a-bad-idea brain is slower to pipe up, struggles to gather enough righteous indignation to push him away. He doesn't look offended when she does, though. He looks about as far from offended as possible. "Sorry sweetheart, but I think this time you have to admit you kissed me."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

He doesn't look convinced. But then, she didn't sound convincing.

They go three weeks and two days without any more kissing incidents. Not that she's keeping track.

It's either very late or very, very early. If anyone ever asked, not that they did, she would say she spent so much time on the Falcon because it was warmer than the rest of the base, short of her hanging out down on the fuel reservoir level, warming her hands against one of the large fuel pipes that keeps the entire base running.

But everyone seemed to know better than to ask.

Han had spent the evening replacing a motivator in the Falcon's shield generators. She was there under the pretense of needing somewhere warm and relatively quiet, somewhere with an endless supply of kaff, to review reports. Except most of the night had been her sipping kaff while passing tools to Han and watching him work. Grease-stained white shirt with sleeves absentmindedly pushed up to the elbows. Bare feet.

Working on the Falcon is a physical undertaking; throughout the evening he's done everything from dangle half of his body into an open panel in the floor, to bury himself in the sea of wires and circuitry that live behind the main hold's command station. Over the years, she's heard him declare that his blood and sweat are what hold the Falcon together. But it's fascinating to watch the act, the ritual offering of himself to his ship's wellbeing, see for herself how his declaration is in no way metaphorical.

She's on her seventh dossier (and fourth mug of black kaff) when he sidles up to the table, wiping his hands with a deeply stained rag. "Don't you ever take a break, sweetheart?"

"The emperor's not taking breaks. Vader doesn't take breaks."

He plops down next to her on the bench, his body close enough she can feel its warmth. "And isn't that what separates them from us? How we value life and," he waves his hand vaguely. "–actually getting to live it?"

"I promise to live my life after they're dead, how's that for a compromise?"

A wry smile graces his face as if he doesn't want to disturb the quiet of the ship by laughing out loud. "And what about the next Vader? And the Vader after that Vader? And the–"

"Alright, I get it." She pushes her mug of kaff around the table with great interest before she finally answers. "Someone has to do it."

"But ya don't need to do it single-handed, Leia. What about what you want?" He adds before she can answer, "And I mean you. Not what the Rebellion wants."

Maybe there's not enough left of herself for herself. She remembers who she was like one remembers a distant relative you met only briefly as a child, at holidays and weddings. 'Leia Organa' is just an abstract concept to her, another chunk of rock and dust floating around what had been Alderaan's atmosphere. If your home, where all the experiences and memories that made you you, is no more, are you no more as well? If you can't go back home, can't find those places again, can you ever reunite with yourself? Or are you destined to wander the galaxy as Not Yourself, until you eventually become someone else. If so, she's still getting to know this someone else who shares her name, who has no one and nowhere to return to, whose anger always boils just beneath the surface, who hangs out with dangerous men on their smuggling ships in the middle of the night.

She doesn't– can't say any of this. So she settles for turning her attention to him. "You can't talk. You're up same as me, still working."

"Ah, that's different. I'm working on my baby," he reaches out to pat the hold's wall affectionately. "Which is never really work."

She's witnessed enough times when 'working on his baby' was mostly just cursing and hitting it, then cursing at Chewie, then Chewie cursing at him, to know that wasn't true. But it's too late for pesky things like facts and reality.

When he finally speaks again, his voice is low and unfamiliar. He determinedly stares in a direction that is not her's. "Hey, y'know how you keep kissing me?"

Kriff.

"No, I–"

"Because y'know, if it's just getting caught up in a moment. That's one thing. I mean, I get it." He gestures to his lean, stupid body that she will very shortly push into another trash compactor. Then he adds, because he can't help himself, "I know how irresistible this package can be."

He leans closer, now firmly in her space. Surely they had an unspoken pact to never speak of this, and here he is, blatantly speaking of it. "But if it's not. If you somewhere deep down actually like me–" He doesn't even have the decency to wait until they're in some heightened, life-or-death situation. Or drunk. He really thinks they're going to have this conversation politely, at the table, over cold kaff.

She cuts him off in the tone she learned from her mother, her I'm royalty and you're not tone. "Of course I like you. Don't–"

"You know that's not what I mean. Come on, Princess." If he'd had a fraction of her diplomatic training, he'd know the proper protocol was to dance around the topic for a couple more years without ever directly addressing it.

"I– I like how involved you've become. With the Rebellion." His jaw clenches in silent aggravation. Too bad. He won't let her lie her way out, fine, but he's not provoking her into some heartfelt confession. "You have! You run missions efficiently... most of the time. You're reliable. Riekeen can't stop singing your praises–"

"I'm not talking about being another dedicated soldier for your cause. You have Luke for that. What you're describing is Luke. Is that what you want?" The air of betrayal in his voice is only half-teasing.

"I do not!" Invoking Luke is out of bounds and he knows it.

"You want Luke, but you don't want to scare him off. So you're using me as a cheap substitute."

"That's absurd. Don't you think I'd be with Luke right now if I wanted him? I don't want Luke."

"Then prove it," he challenges. It's a stupid dare to get her to kiss him again, she gets that. But he doesn't actually think she'll do it, does he? He can't. Which would mean he'd be so surprised if she did actually kiss him. She could kiss him, quick and cold, to shut him up and wipe the smirk off his face. That's fine. That's just beating him at his own stupid game, right. She takes a moment to pride herself on her own strategic ingenuity, then presses forward.

Damnit.

Apparently, he did think she'd kiss him. His mouth meets hers easily, his lips slightly open and encouraging. It's like the last time they kissed, but more. More intense, more real. Sharper and in full color. Her ingenious strategy immediately forgotten, she leans into him, kissing back.

She should–

She moves her arm to better reach him, sink her fingers in his hair. In the process, she elbows her forgotten kaff mug. "Shit," he hisses under his breath. Han reaches and fails to catch the mug before it tips and spills across the table.

"Is kaff on all my files?"

"And getting into the dejarik table wiring. Great."

"If this table wasn't so damn small–"

Han's already turning his attention back to her, muttering, "Forget it, I'll clean it later."

"–and surrounded by junk–" she stretches and shoves a box of tools off the edge of the bench behind him. If they're being messy and destructive, might as well go all in.

He catches the handle of the toolbox before it can hit the ground, only to throw it across the room. "Are you seriously starting a fight right now?! We coul–" A loud clanging stops them as a rogue hydrospanner falls down an open panel, hitting something down there with a sickening thud. A second later, smoke drifts up from the panel. "Okay, that's definitely the hyperdrive."

"You just broke your hyperdrive?"

"I can fix it later!"

"It's on fire!"

"Barely!"

The reality of their ever more compromising situation hits her. The sudden absurdity of it. How will she explain to Riekeen, Mon, Luke for crying out loud, how she died in a fire on the Falcon, in the middle of the night. Or maybe they'll survive, evacuate out into the hangar looking disheveled and compromised, where she'll only be able to wish she was dead. Or maybe nothing more will happen than Luke will stroll aboard in the next moment, hiding out and warming up before his early shift. All possibilities feel equally catastrophic. "That's it, I'm out."

"Because of a tiny mechanical fire?!"

"That's not it." Leia struggles to extricate herself from the table, his arm, the mess of tools and exposed paneling. All of it. Finally, she storms towards the Falcon's gangplank. "You can't go five minutes without breaking something." Hyperdrives. Ships. Nice, peaceful moments they were having. Unspoken agreements to kiss sometimes and not ask each other follow-up questions about feelings. Their whole tenuous friendship. The list goes on.

"Oh come on. You're not as blameless as you like to imagine, Your High and Mightiness."

"Don't try to pull me down to your level."

"Is that– fine leave, before I dirty your royalness with my level and my fire."

"That's not what I meant!" It's impossible to articulate what precisely she did mean, though.

"Great! Come back when you know what you want."

"It won't be you!"

Tomorrow morning she'll pick up her kaff-stained reports. When she does, she'll call him captain and stare at the bridge of his nose rather than make any real eye contact. She'll pretend she can't see his expression oscillate between wounded and annoyed. Then she'll get back to work. And if she finds herself entertaining any more bad impulses when it comes to Han, she'll sternly remind herself that it only leads to destruction and doom. Literally.

In the meantime, she ignores the fact that to her rattled, tired mind, the smoke in her hair smells like starblossom fruit.

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MMS432 - TACTICAL BATMAN REVIEW

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Figure By @hottoyscollectibles

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So, I’ve had a few people ask me about my opinion on this figure, and since this is one of the very few I have managed to get just after release, I thought I would do a pictorial review, and my thoughts on the figure incase anyone is on the fence about it. - By all means go check out @keyboardwarriorsreviews and @justins_collection as their video reviews are also incredibly helpful.

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First off, this figure is an odd one. I haven’t pictured the box, (you can see it in the reviews I mentioned above) but it stands out a bit, as it uses the promo photo, a prototype figure, rather than a photo/art of the actual character. This is off putting, as the actual figure you get has been redesigned, so you don’t actually get whats pictured on the box. I don’t display my boxes, but for those who do, it might not suit a display.

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The controversy over this figure, is undoubtably the cowl/sculpt. It has indeed been redesigned form the prototype, and I’m not sure it’s that screen accurate. It’s really difficult to tell, comparing pictures from the film, and the figure itself. I have to give props to Hot Toys for bothering to redesign the face plates, the detail is exquisite, down to each bristle of stubble, dark and light ones for depth this time. Compared to the BVS mouths, these are a lot more HD. Affleck’s appearance is certainly very well captured, even in just these mouths. You get closed, open, and growling plates. (The teeth on my growling face seem to be slightly offset..) Hot Toy’s have trouble sculpting and painting teeth to look real, but these are great in my opinion. The eyes are slightly disappointing, I didn’t bother swapping them out as they are a pain, but you get a forward facing set, and a left and right looking set. The pupils are a bit dodgy on the left and right ones, a signs of a rushed production possibly. Originally, I didn’t like the goggles, so I’m glad he came with head connectors where they are removed, but actually, I now think he looks far better with the goggles on, and any combination of the mouth plates. Remove the viewable eyes, and I think the sculpt looks drastically better.

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The armour is insanely detailed. I utterly love the look of this tactical suit, and it’s clear he has made this for a good reason. He’s with the League, and he’s not fighting criminals in Gotham, he’s fighting aliens and monsters from other worlds. The BVS Armoured suit served a purpose being able to withstand (ish) Superman, and since he got pretty bashed around fighting Doomsday, this tactical suit is for more aggressive non-human threats. It’s made of different strengths of plastic, so some parts are rubbery, like the top of the calf pieces, so they can move about, creating better articulation. The hands, disappointingly, are the same as the BVS suits. This means they aren’t quite to scale as the armour, so look a little small. The gloves look a lot chunkier in the film, but are the same design I believe. I get why they have reused a part, they do it often with hands, he can still hold his guns and accessories without having to redesign those too. The boots are the split part design we love, so he has enough ankle articulation. The disappointing stock cape on the BVS let that figure down, and a lot of us went and got custom capes, with better screen accuracy, material and wires too. I like this cape. The material, the shape, it’s very wide, and the wet-look print. I doubt I’d get a custom cape for this figure, unless a very amazing one is made. The suit under the armour I think it the stand out change here. I really like the choice of material, it’s more rubbery, and matte, than the BVS, which had a sort of metallic shine over it. I think this material will last over time, it seems pretty strong, when bending legs, rotating arms and getting nice poses. If you unzip the back of him, you can see the material has a back to it, and then foam padding for the muscles, it looks and feels durable. This should mean the regular Justice league suit is a decent figure.

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Accessories are plenty in this release, with all the things you’d expect from Batman, so I won’t bore you with the details. He comes with new grenades, which are basic but ok. He also comes with the heavy grapple launcher, that the armoured batsuit had, although the hands don’t really hold it very well, as it’s made for the bigger batsuit gloves. I guess if you are a batman collector, l like me, you’re gonna have so many clones of these accessories, but look in the bat cave images, and set pics, so does batman. It makes sense to have more than one of each weapon, incase one is broken or lost. It makes me want to construct a batcave diorama, with them all hanging on the walls. The reused hands are a little annoying but you get everything you need with a selection of them.

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The articulation in this figure I knew was going to be slightly restrictive, but I’m actually pleasantly surprised with how much he can do. Yes, the BVS suit has more articulation, as it doesn’t have the armour on it, but this suit has more than the armoured suit.The double bend knees and elbows help a lot, and the durable under suit doesn’t leave you afraid that it might rip or tear when you are posing it. It’s seems to be a similar body underneath, to the BVS/JL regular suits, which would make sense, unlike the armoured batman which had a completely different body. The armour plates on top are in movable pieces, apart from the chest which seems to be glued, not that you can ab crunch anyway. The joints are tight, and the elbows/knees are click joints I guess, rather than ratchet, so they stay in place. I don’t think the joints will weaken over time, it’s not a figure you are going to be playing with every day, and loosening sockets. The only thing that lets this figure down is the head. I know the cowl cant really turn in the movie much, but I wish there was a way Hot Toys could design the cowl in different thicknesses of a durable rubber, so the base could stay still and the head could tilt around at the neck joint. This cowl is one fixed piece, and the side profile isn’t particularly flattering, the chin sort of blends into the neck very suddenly.

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This ‘special’ edition comes with a Human Mother Box, which, we only really saw when Diana was explaining about them in the flashback. The Box looked more smooth, flat, with an iridescent shine, of patterns, similar to Cyborg, so it’s interesting Hot Toys went with this version rather than that. I would’ve preferred Cyborgs one, maybe with a removable case he had it in. All in all, it’s just one big lump of plastic. It’s heavy, bats can just about hold it. Sculpt is nice, and paint is fine for what it is, but I hardly think it’s a special item, and I think all versions of this figure come with it anyway.

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EVERYONE wants a comparison, so I’ve done that too. Yes, it’s in other reviews, but this is my opinion on the 2. I still think the BVS batman is a fantastic figure, (mine is the Suicide Squad version, slightly different.) But this new tactical suit is really cool, like really cool. The detail is insane, and it actually makes the BVS suit look pretty basic. I like that he kept the same belt. The ‘brass’ pieces on the BVS are a bit more gold, where as the tactical one, they are more brassy. Now, the cowls and faces. The BVS is superior. I absolutely love it, there is no bettering that cowl, unless it had a PERS system implemented, which I actually think all batman cowls should have, it would make swapping out the eyes easier. The problem with this figure is the mouth and neck. We spent SO long looking at the prototype, where they simply reused the BVS face plates, which I don’t think was a bad thing, now we finally have the product, and there are differences, coupled with the fact that the BOX he comes in has a completely different figure on it, yes they stand out. The screen suit did have a fatter neck, so I’m not sure why it was changed. And the mouth plates, they could’ve reused the BVS ones, and done a bit more of a detailed paint application on them, it would’ve been fine. I don’t know why they made the changes, it obviously halted production, creating the delay on this. I might do a photoshop job one day, and put the BVS plates on, with the wider neck the promo shots had, to show how good it could’ve been. That being said, it still looks very imposing, but for some reason, the eyes just look slightly dead for me. I do prefer the goggles down, and I would blame the ‘dead’ eyes, on the cowl. The BVS cowl is one sculpted angry face, and it’s so intimidating, for criminals to see in the dark. But this tactical suit is made for battling aliens, who aren’t going to be scared by what he looks like, so I understand the slightly ‘softer’ design of this, but it does rather take the intimidation out of batman. The goggles down do help with that angled frown.

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All in all, I think this figure is fantastic. Anyone who is a fan of batman will be pleased to have this in their collection, it’s part of his journey, his upgrades, the suit serves a purpose, and I doubt we’ll see it again. It was worth the wait, and I have to say a huge thank you to Eric Lee, who got him out to me, quickly and painlessly. If you are debating this suit, I can only suggest you give it a chance. It will grow on you, as I explained about the goggles issue for me. Different positions, mainly from the sides look better than front on, to avoid that skinny neck problem. And obviously it matters what lighting conditions you display him in. I don’t think the skinny neck is bad, but as I said, we spent so long looking at the prototype, expecting that, and then we got something different. It’ll take some getting used to, but I don’t think Hot Toys has gone drastically wrong with this figure. The armour detail is insane, the weathering, and texture is just so amazing to look at. The under suit is my favourite change, and so I’m excited for the Justice League regular suit too. I haven’t had articulation problems, like on the armoured suit, he just needs a bit of careful thinking, where to position arms, how to move the armour and plates about to get the pose and look you want. The cape is a huge step up from the awful BVS stock cape, so it is great to get a batman, which straight out the box, looks brilliant. I honestly can’t imagine this suit will look dated in a few years’ time, so it really is going to last. Yes, it’s not as iconic as the armoured suit, but it’s a welcome in-between, lighter armoured suit, but with a purpose. These batsuits, personally are my favourite ever design, and so much nicer than the mass of plain black in previous ones, with greys, and splatter of brass helps break it up, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of looking at this suit. -

I do however think they got these figures the wrong way around. This tactical one should’ve come with the unmasked Wayne sculpt, and the Parademon gun. I would’ve put the Mother Box, with the JL regular suit. The base is also very cool, just a shame the Justice League logo is so huge, it rather limits the use of that base for photography purposes. If you have the set of them lined up (when ((if)) they are finally released.) I’m not sure you need 6 huge JL logos in a row. I would recommend this figure to anyone a fan of batman, even if you hated the film. It was an epic suit, and looked so good on screen. The figure is the same. I score him a 8/10, if the accessories were slightly more diverse, and the mouth/cowl hadn’t been changed, this would be one perfect release from Hot Toys. I am looking forward to seeing the custom capes for this guy, and I may upgrade if I feel the need.

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Thanks to everyone who asked for an opinion on this figure, I hope this review helps, if you have any questions, feel free to message me, or comment below! - ALSO a bonus image, holding the BVS grenade launcher, which doesn’t look out of place.