#hyperjumper

[ninbinary]

Is Tabitha Smerkalfyn impressed? Nah.

#mx paint #nah #tabitha smerkalfyn #im like a perfectionist except sent thru the brundel fly teleporter with that old pizza delivery gimmick #if its not perfect in 30 seconds or less its done anyway fuck you #thats what it takes to impress tabitha smerkalfyn dont you know #old fellow ole candelabra full of holly smoot tarrif filings old deuterium reactor with plasma injected hyperjump chambers

[rebelscoundrel]

the holidays really do put me in a star wars mood every year without fail

#something about twinkly lights looking like hyperjump stars. I think #Star Wars #cara speaks

[carionto]

Predator mode

Big Thrasher was not a happy camper after his first encounter with Humanity. There is a certain exponential curve to simple ballistic weapons, whereas shields, which start off way above, progress on a geometric line. E in = E out (mostly, some charge is lost in conversion) vs E=MC^2. He learned that the hard way when three of his toughest cruisers were reduced to space dust by, as he later learned to his horror, a mid-sized transport ship using Human standard issue rail cannons.

Someone smart would move on and avoid Humanity. Big Thrasher isn't a complete idiot, but he is a prideful and narcissistic pirate captain. Thus his ability to make sensible decisions is handicapped severely. Now he has made a most dubious one indeed:

Infiltrate a Human science station and steal all their secrets and use them to get sweet, juicy, delicious revenge!

Finding one was disturbingly easy, there's so many of them. Like, at least one for each star system within eighty light years from Sol, one for each planet within thirty, and then it just gets ridiculous within Sol itself. Oddly enough, despite their size, typically there are no more than ten people aboard, almost all Human, only a few are joint Coalition.

Thinking long and hard (something Big Thrasher is not a fan of) he decided on his target - a lone station on the very outskirts of publicly known Human activity and furthest away from any major Coalition systems.

When his reconstructed fleet arrived behind the local gas giant, the station was sitting in mid orbit of the inner rock planet and was broadcasting something strange on open channels - a melodic chant of sorts:

"..live on a Yellow Submarine! A Yellow Submarine! A Yellow Submari.."

whatever that meant. No matter, Big Thrasher's fleet was moving in on the target, stealth drives on, weapons ready, numbers on their side, element of surprise - the perfect ambush.

...

Where did the station go?

Before Big Thrasher could register neural activity to try and answer that, it appeared. Behind them. And a small explosion happened moments earlier where it used to be, but the main concern was the station firing its stabilizer thrusters to rotate it at incredible speeds, then a long blade slicing one of his ships in two. Then it disappeared again. And another small explosion.

Once more, it suddenly reappeared behind another one of his ships and did the same thing, but this time used its thrusters to quickly move towards the vessel and impale it on a massive spike. Disappear. Small explosion in its place.

Three. Four. Five. They're losing ships by the second. A literal space station sized target and they can't keep track of it, let alone land a single hit. How is it teleporting? What are those explosions?

WHY IS A SPACE STATION ENGAGING HIS PIRATE SPACE SHIP FLEET IN MELEE COMBAT!

WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK TO DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!

WHY IS IT WINNING!?!??!

Big Thrasher once again order an emergency retreat, what remained of his fleet scattered to randomly selected quick hyperjump coordinates, and would regroup in a few weeks time.

_______________________

Aboard the experimental development station Tree of Grating Whispers the crew of seven were hastily putting out fires and trying not to throw up from all the gee forces they just endured, kinetic dampeners be damned.

A few hours later, all in their environmental suits, as the life support system was dead, they convened for an after-action report:

"Right, so, good news and bad news. Good news - short range teleporter works perfectly. Bad news - each unit doesn't teleport with us and just explodes, further data has been unrecoverable so far.

Good news - rapid action thruster and kinetic combat mode works. Bad news - can't have biologicals onboard and even moderately durable systems break after a few swings.

Overall, I'd say this has been a success (unanimous nodding). Let's get to working out the kinks and we'll have a presentable version for the military. We'll also have to thank those pirates for not masking their engine heat trails, this was a great field trial guys, real proud of everyone!"

The chief says, while high on painkillers (and so is the rest of the crew), as another part of the station self-immolates.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #humor #story #scifi

[vaehbae]

(My art! Please credit if you repost) I imagine Sabine having a breakdown as they hit the new Glalxy, with just extreme guilt and sadness hitting her but also relief. - (Small Fanfic/description of what going on rn. I haven't written fics in a while so don't mind any errors..) - ------------- Sabine hoped that Hera and the fleet might make it out okay. Her thoughts racing stared off at the hyperjump's flashing lights in front of her. As her heart began to pound, she bit on the inside of her cheek. She couldn't help but think that this was a terrible mistake, but she had no other option. She adored Ezra and was desperate to see him. Would it be a wise decision to destroy the map and pay attention to what her master had to say? Her family. Gone, Her Master's. Gone. Nevertheless, she couldn't bear another loss. Finding Ezra was essential given that she longed to get a sense of a sense of comfort or anticipation at seeing him once more and not by himself in his tower, dressed in his clothing while watching that idiotic recording. She wanted the real thing. She needed. The real thing... "Ezra.." She whispered ever so softly. Tears began to race down her cheeks as she collapsed to the floor in silent sobs. She could careless about how weak and frail she looked in front of everyone. She just needed to see him again. She wanted him to let her know everything would be okay. She felt so alone. More lonely than ever. --------------- (Comment below on what you think is going to happen next episode!)

#vaehbae #art #digtalartist #ezrabine #fanart #sabezra #ahsoka #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabine #sabine fanart #angst #ship art #depressing shit #sabine and ezra #ezra x sabine #star wars rebels #star wars

[swifty-fox]

Sci-Fi Horror AU

idk kinda word vomited this tonight after trying a new strain. I will be continuing it into a full story but not sure when

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit) 

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task. 

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft. 

Moving about the cramped space of the craft, built to maximize storage space; and to minimize comfort in his opinion, he begins securing anything not already safely battened down. He shaves in the cubicle sized bathroom, splashes water across his face and ignores the swirling flickers of color and light around the edges of his sight. Jaw smooth save for the now carefully trimmed mustache - just how Gale liked- he makes his way to the tail of the spacecraft to run an inventory check on his samples. Moon rocks and space dust and asteroid dirt. Anything the computer pinged or John spotted in his long hours gazing out into the empty void of space. 

He checks a few straps, making sure they’re tension tight before hitting the override on the artificial gravity. He holds the intentionally placed handle as he slowly lifts from the metal walkway. Giving himself several seconds to adjust he uses the similarly placed handles along the wall to pull himself back over to the pilot's chair. A second check on the navigation systems; the mathematical calculations for his trip around the sun and through hyperspace. Much of the process was left up to the computer these days, but John hadn’t survived twenty one missions - one of the highest in the force save for a handful - by not being thorough. 

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he switches all the lights off until his world is lit only by the approaching Red Giant, bathing everything a warm red. System lights blink soothingly as he takes a moment to take in the vast wonder in front of him. Years now it had been, and it still never failed to leave him breathless.

“Computer, begin countdown to Hyperspace entry, one minute. Beginning LCHS procedure, eta one minute.”

John pulls himself to the economically sized bunk, slotting into the space that barely left room for him to stretch and roll over, strapping himself down. 

“32…31…Thirty Second To HyperJump’’  the computer announces.

Bucky presses two fingers to his lips and then to the photograph taped above his bed. Folded so many times the crease lines were white and soft to the touch, Gale’s face gazed back at him. Caught unawares he was smiling soft and curving, glancing somewhere behind the camera. Laughing at something John had said, trying to pretend that he wasn’t. His cheek was rested in one elegant hand, gold ring glinting in the sunlight; a carbon match to the one on John’s own finger. 

“Be seeing you soon Buck.” John adjusts himself against the organic synthetic fibers of the mattress below him.

Fifteen seconds the computer chirps warningly. John always thought she got a little testy in those last few moments, as if scolding an unruly child. 

John reaches for the pouch beside his temple, withdrawing the last pill from the sheathe. Soft baby blue and the size of a quarter, he’d been issued exactly sixty-five of them upon the start of his expedition. Enough to get him all the way to the furthest reaches of the known galaxy in the shortest amount of time. Seven more consecutive jumps than had been previously attempted. Anything more than thirty and Federal Law was a minimum six months rest and recuperation before attempting further jumps. Risks for brain bleeds, heart attacks and Z-Sum sleep went up with every extra jump. John had stopped only once, stretching to forty five jumps before stopping at the nearest C-Class Planet Simulator outpost to rest. It had been his last chance to speak to Gale before he exited the reach of all communications. Eight months since he had seen that smile in any medium other than this photo. 

A quiet, tense conversation. Buck hadn’t wanted him to go; knew better than to stop him. 

“You’ll be careful out there John?” Buck was the only one to never call him Bucky. To the public he was Egan, Major if they were being formal. In private it was John, always John. His husband was strange like that. 

“More careful than a cat in a rainstorm.” 

Buck hums and squints his eyes at him. Stress sat in heavy lines at the corners of his lips, between his brows and around his temples. It had been eight months since John had kissed that mouth, tasted Gale’s sweet noises on his tongue. 

“You have enough LCHS’s to get through? None of them are compromised?” 

“Buck.” John sighs, “Come on.” 

Gale runs a hand through his hair, sucks his bottom lip between his teeth “I know you know what you’re doing...” His deep voice rumbled through the comms, staticky and pale in comparison to the in person thing.

“It’s just your job.” John finishes, grinning at Bucks self-amused shrug. “I checked them all twice. No leakage, no discoloration.” 

“I love you.” 

It never failed to make John’s spine tingle, hearing those words spoken so easily and effortlessly. The Gale he had gone to flight school with was a reserved quiet thing; John was better off trying to space-walk without a suit than pull an ounce of vulnerability from the other man. The years had softened him - John had softened him. 

“I love you too sweetheart. I’ll see you in eight months.”

Ten seconds. 

John startles, the pill slipping from his fingers and drifting in the gloom. He curses and reaches for it, straining against the straps holding him down. His steady beating heart kicks into panic mode. 

For centuries mankind had struggled to break out of the tiny confines of their miniscule corner of the universe. Confined by things like time-space and the limits of the human life span versus the distance needed to travel to discover anything new. They’d languished away certain of it was their destiny to never walk amongst the stars. Until HyperSpace had been discovered. The miniscule pocket between the folded pages of space-time. A way to jump through matter from one corner of the galaxy to another - and further. It blew the doors wide open on space exploration. They could go anywhere, journey past the point of creation they could find it. 

The only thing holding them back was the side effects of HyperSpace. It didn’t seem to pair so well with the cranial contents of human beings. The tendency to turn ones brain to pure soup was a drawback that left researchers, scientists and theorists all stumped. SMall jumps were manageable, with migraines and dizziness a much more risk-acceptable outcome. But in order for them to make any real progress they would need to find a solution,

LCHS. Lysergic Cerebral Hibernation Synthesizer.

The miracle drug and the solution to their dilemma. Developed initially from LSD the drug soothed the more vulnerable edges of one's brain and put the subject in such a deep sleep it took a reversal injection to bring one back to the waking world. It was used recreationally now as well; a way of opening one's mind to the world beyond the physical dimensions. Where light and color and feeling weren’t senses but physical states of being. It kept their pilots down for the jump; kept them asleep to the journey home. 

Without it. Well. Nobody had made a waking Hyperjump in as long as John could remember, at least had done it and lived. 

Five seconds.

John hisses through clenched teeth, straining for that little blue pill, technology his husband had dedicated his life to. Logically they both knew it was unlikely Gale had made the exact LCHS’s that sustained John, but he knew the other man pretended he did either way. The level of care put into each new batch as if it was made for his beloved specially. 

Three seconds.

John risks freeing one of his shoulders from the straps so he can get better reach. “Come on” he hisses. Closes his fingers around the dosage.

Two seconds.

John lays back, shoves his shoulder back into the strap so quickly the velcro scrapes his skin raw. He lifts the pill to his mouth, pressing past his lips.

One second.

_

_

_

Entering Hyperspace. 

Gale. John thinks.

His brain turns to mush.

#swiftywrite #2buck #buck x bucky #clegan. #mota #master of the air

[animatedjen]

Hello there! Could you perhaps do an alt angle gifset of the scene where Cal kisses Merrin after the successful hyperjump? 😄 I loved how the second kiss looked from the different angle 🥹

So I can't always promise requests BUT I did already film that scene in alt-angle. Could probably make a gifset for it later next week :)

#in the meantime you get low-res screenshot #asks #jedi survivor spoilers #jedi survivor #merrin #alt angle cutscene

[x-0ophelia0-x]

two separated souls, reunited.

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x F!Reader Warnings: Ahsoka S1 Spoiler!, it’s my first fic too, please have mercy, it’s also not proof read, supposed to wake up for school in 4h :D

word count: 1,4k

summary: you and Ezra were in a relationship. After his disappearance back in Lothals big fight, you promise to yourself to find him, no matter the cost.

authors note: as I mentioned before this is my first story, well in english at least. I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow, just wanted to post this already due of the lack of Ezra content here :´D

I hope you like it! <3

„I couldn’t have wished for a better family…can’t wait to come home“

Those lines were stuck in her head.

10 years had already passed since that eventful day. 

10 long years of not knowing what to do.

Her nightmares where plagued by her memories.

The horrific sight of Thrawns flagship being held by purrgils, ready to jump into hyperspace. Knowing that he was still in there. 

Not being able to see him one last time before their ways parted for who knows how long. 

Only hearing his voice through her comm link.

And just like that he was gone. 

Gone somewhere far away from them.

y/n didn’t want to give up.

Ezra meant the world to her and that day just broke her. 

And as the years passed by she started to lose hope.

What if he didn’t survive the hyperjump? What if he lost his memories?

What if-

What if he died?

She didn’t want to think about that, she’d feel it if something would’ve happened to him, right? Their bond was strong, there’d be some sign trough the force if he really was dead. 

But just as she started to accept the fact that finding him would be impossible, Ahsoka had found a map that may have Ezra’s location on it. And with Ezra’s of corse Thrawn‘s too. Her discovery didn’t go unnoticed though. 

Morgan Elsbeth who was currently working on to get Thrawn back found out about Ahsoka finding the map, sending the ex Jedi Baylan Skoll and his apprentice Shin Hati after her.

That was kind of the start of how everything started to go downhill after that. 

Sabine managed to unlock the map but the joy didn’t last long. 

Droids attacked her, followed by Shin. They managed to steal the map, leaving Sabine wounded. 

Those days where filled with quite the action, leading them to this point. 

Ahsoka, Sabine and y/n tracked the hyperspace ring.

They then hid themselves somewhere on that planet.

Shin and the Inquisitor Marrok found them, attacking them to eliminate the threads to Thrawns return. 

A lot happened, leading to the situation of Ahsoka being thrown off a cliff, Sabine lying knocked out on the cold unforgiving ground and y/n having to make an decision. 

Whether to give them the map and follow them as their prisoner, having the chance to finally find Ezra. Or destroy the map and with that the last chance to find her lover.

It was a tough decision but deep down she knew what she had to do.

If there was a chance that Ezra was still alive, she’d have to try her best to find him, to bring him home.

And just like that she handed the map over to Baylan. 

And her journey began. 

-

She was now riding on a howler, recalling everything that had happened. 

Thrawn was alive. And he had an army. 

There were more Nightsisters, helping Thrawn.

But the strangest thing?

They just let her go, even gave her some Proviant and a Howler.

y/n already got attacked by some smugglers or hunters… 

honestly, whatever they where, they wouldn’t stop her from finding him.

Not when she was so close. 

The attack destroyed some kind of device though, showing her Ezra’s last known location. y/n Just hoped to find him by some miracle. 

At some point the howler seemed to have found something. 

It went to a dried out river she assumed, sniffling on some rocks. 

„damn.. I think you’ve lost it.. those are just rocks“

She chuckled, stroking the howlers back.

But it didn’t stop and just when it’s sniffling intensified, the rock moved.

„karabast..“

She whispered.

That rock just moved. 

The howler ran closer to that.. thing?

„Hey.. we’re not going to harm you.. and you don’t have to hide anymore

since we kind of already know about your camouflage“

It took some seconds but the creature in front of them revealed itself. 

It was some kind of an walking crab thing, looking innocent. 

„There you go.. so…“

y/n was at a loss of words. She didn’t even knew if that creature understood her, well most likely not considering that she was from another Galaxy. 

But then something caught her attention. 

That crab creature wore some kind of necklace, with a sign on it. 

It was Sabines firebird. 

Her eyes widened at the realization. 

„E-Ezra Bridger..“

She looked deep into it’s eyes, hoping that it’d understand her.

„Do you know Ezra Bridger?“

It seemed to be confused at first, but it also seemed to recognize the name.

„Ezra Bridger?“

It asked with a high voice. 

y/n nodded.

„Yes.. I’m his friend! Do you know where he is now?“

The creature seemed to think about something, it then called

for his friends, leading to some ‚rocks’ start to move and reveal themselves as crab creatures. 

They then gestured her to follow them, leading her to a small village. 

Their houses were small, looking like they would only be temporary there. 

Crab people where walking around, doing their daily chores or just relax, sitting, sleeping or playing while the others looked at their new guest. 

They then stopped, leaving her alone.

She looked around, capturing the sight in front of her. 

Never in her life would’ve she expected herself to be standing in the middle of a village, somewhere in another Galaxy on a planet called Perridea. 

Just as she was looking at some things of the village, she heard a voice.

„I knew I could count on you… y/n“

She felt like as if her heart skipped a beat. 

She’d recognize his voice everywhere.

The voice of the one person whose made the ultimate sacrifice to keep his new family, his planet and his Galaxy safe from Thrawns games.

Ezras voice

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixating on the man in front of her. 

He was leaning against the wall of one of those houses, his arms crossed. A smile, so warm, kind and loving placed on his face.

He had grown, which was to be expected after 10 years of corse.

His hair had grown longer, his curly waves being a stark contrast to the buzz cut he had when she last saw him. 

He even had a beard now.

Her eyes then shifted to his, locking gazes with him. 

They were still the same vibrant blue as the day she lost him. 

Still so beautiful that she got lost in them for some seconds.

„Ezra..?“

She then asked, giving her everything to hold back tears.

„It sure took you long enough to find me..“

He chuckled, but his voice gave away that he also was holding his tears back.

Her legs then started to move on their own, running to him, not wanting to waste any more second. 

Ezra still stood there, opening his arms to catch her, to pull her into a tight embrace. And so he did. 

She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, not daring to let go, scared that he’d disappear again if she’d loosened her grip on him.

„I missed you.. so much..!“

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. 

They now streamed freely down her face.

„I missed you too..“

He said, holding her as close as he could.

Both of them had so many questions that didn’t seem to matter right now.

Everything they needed was this one embrace, ensuring them that they found each other again. 

When they pulled apart, they were again looking into each others eyes.

Ezra then wiped away y/s‘s tears, placing his hand on her left cheek while trying to find the right words.

„Thank you… thank you for finding me“

She then placed her hand over his hand, holding it gently.

„Don’t thank me for that… I love you, I’d do anything for you, even if it means to fly into another Galaxy to find you“

She said, laughing at the last part. And he too chuckled while hearing it.

„I love you too.. and I can’t wait to come home“

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger #Star Wars rebels

[itsscromp]

Swifty

This story goes to fellow Swifty and friend @rogertaylorswift I hope you enjoy this :D. Word count:996

It was no secret to the entire team that your music tastes were completely different to Quill's. Sure you did like some 80s every now and then, But you were more onto the modern side like Dua lipa or the weeknd.

But my god if you ever get mentioned Taylor Swift, You would be on cloud nine and never come down, She was your favourite artist of all time. Listening to her from the very beginning, It was hard whenever you were asked to pick a favourite song from her. She was just incredible.

Rocket wondered where you had been all day, All you said was you had to go out for a little while and that was about it.

"Where did ya go humie ???" He told himself that, you constantly joke about how he worries for you whenever you go out on missions or in general. While he continues to deny that. It was true, I mean come on your his best friend.

He then saw a cargo ship hyperjump nearby, and soon began to receive a radio transmission.

"Sorry I took a little longer buddy, Had to get some stuff for the ship too." You said over the intercom.

"Well get your butt back on the ship, Better brought back more of those cookies with milk on them" He said playfully.

"You mean oreo's ??"

"Yeah that, Man those names are strange" He chuckled.

Boarding back onto the bowie, You then brought the bag to the main dining area and began to unpack, Once unpacked. You rushed back to your room with the bag still in hand, It was like you were eager about something else inside it.

Maybe it was a birthday present ?? Rocket thought to himself, No don't be so stupid, Quill's birthday was 2 months ago now and no others are coming up for now. So with curiosity getting the better of him, He went to your room and investigated.

Knocking on the door of your room. "Y/n, you in there ??" He didn't hear anything, to begin with, So he tried to knock again but still no answer.

He then opened the door to find you lying on the floor, with headphones in your ears. "No wonder you didn't say anything" He muttered to himself, Then he saw the portable CD player in your hand and then the cover next to you.

He walked over to you, Opening your eyes to see him looking at you. "Hey, what's up ??" You smiled sitting up.

"I tried knocking on your door, But obviously you are a little preoccupied" He smirked then found the CD cover, Picked it up and looked at it. "Taylor Swift ??" Like we discussed, He doesn't know much about the modern music you listen too.

"Yeah she re-released her album 1989 today and I just had to go down and get it, Oh it's so good so far !!!" You said smiling, slightly kicking your feet.

"Woah woah hold up humie, re-release ??, Wasn't the old version good enough or somethin" He tilted his head in curiosity.

"So to put it lightly, She's re-recording all her old albums so she can have ownership of them, not her manager" You explained.

Now you peaked his interest. "Oh flark it, I got some time to kill, I'd assume you have her other CDs ??" He asked, Probably already knowing the answer.

You nodded as you reached under your bed and pulled out your CD box, Then grabbed out all 10 of her albums. Rocket was slightly baffled about how many albums she's put out. "We'll save the re-recorded ones for another time."

So you stopped the CD you were listening to for now and whacked in the very first one, Country music was something Rocket normally liked so he'd feel right at home for the first few albums.

"She ain't too bad so far" He was softly tapping his foot to Picture to burn, that being his favourite one.

"Ok next up is fearless, This one really blew her up"

"Wait she's dead ??"

"No, when a human says blow up, we mean oh they got even more successful than before" You chuckled, to which you earned a playful nudge from him. "Ok let's see what this is" He placed the earbud back in as you pressed play.

Most of the album was romantic songs, but there were a couple that he did like, Like Love Story or You Belong With Me. You could even swear you heard him starting to hum along. Then after that, you moved onto Speak Now which was ok, But then Red was played you hit the nail on the head. He started to softly sing I knew you were trouble.

"Are you singing the song ??"

"No I'm not" He quickly denied.

You giggled and ruffled his head "You like it"

"Hey hey, Watch the fur" He chuckled as the song continued.

"You know, She's really good. Gotta say y/n, you have really good music tastes... Well better than quill at least" He smirked, Hoping he could hear it.

"Thank you for giving it a chance though buddy, I do appreciate it" You smiled genuinely at him.

"What are friends for ??"

You two continued to listen to the albums together in peace, In a way, it made the bond between you two grow, just sitting there listening to the music. He himself started to become a mild Swifty, His favourite albums from her are Folklore and Evermore, They were a little more slower-paced and quieter than the others. But one day you heard and walked passed him briefly belting out cruel summer when he thought no one was looking. That you'll keep to yourself for now... Until you felt like teasing him. But you were glad Rocket liked her as much as you did, Now the crew have to deal with two besties belting out the music at 1AM together.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket gotg #gotg rocket #rocket imagine #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon imagine #guardians of the galaxy imagine

[inkformyblood]

love you then and now (CWFKB #21)

first and last kiss fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo, I didn't have the capacity for too much angst so this canon divergence happened instead <3 Canon Era, Not Canon Compliant, Time Travel Force Shenanigans

The main deck of the warship is close enough to the simulations that Cody has to bite the tip of his tongue whenever he walks onto it. It’s a quick check, lasting as long as a breath, the same way he would skim his hand across his blaster before he leaves his quarters. It still smells like fresh metal, the odour that permeated the lower levels of Kamino along with the steady drip of saltwater working its way through decaying metal. He is still on the warship, countless days of steady travel and a handful of hours hyperjump away from Kamino. The only difference is he can see two Obi-Wan Kenobi’s. 

One is his new general. He’s young, maybe Alpha batch if Cody had to try and put a sense of time to him. He stands wide-stanced, ready to move despite the incessant curl of his fingers around his wrist, twisting a series of corded bracelets tighter then releasing them. His robes don’t look like they’d do much to stop a blaster bolt, but they swing with the juddering kickback of the ship’s engines and Cody can’t stop sneaking glances at them, at him. He is paler than a brother, not the same shade as the Kaminoans or sickness, just paler and splattered with dark marks over his face and arms. He shifts his gaze sideways, blue like the hazy boundary where the sky meets the ocean, and smiles at Cody. Cody returns the gesture, ducks his head to bite his tongue once more. Still real. Cody thinks he is halfway in love with Obi-Wan already and he isn’t the only one. They were made to get attached, to care, to love so fiercely that they would die for their Jedi and Cody is a good soldier. This is one order he wouldn’t mind following until his final march.

The other Cody has known his entire life but no-one else can see him. This Obi-Wan is older, his skin weathered and worn, his hair the pale sheen of fresh plastoid, but he is still the same man. His smile is the same and Cody loves him too but differently. Cody doesn’t need to look to know where his Obi-Wan is. He pulses like a tracking beacon at the edges of his thoughts, a constant awareness that is as much comfort as it has been confusion. Cody shouldn’t be able to know the code for the store rooms so he can hammer his own programming into the replicator, or the boundary needed for the test scores for the next quarter to keep as many of his brothers from being decommissioned. But he does. Because his Obi-Wan told him. 

“How are you finding everything, Commander?”

Cody turns towards Obi-Wan, newer and still fresh out of the packet to him. “Everything has been satisfactory, sir.”

Satisfactory, his Obi-Wan chuckles. He’s sprawled back against one of the consoles like it is a table at a cantina. Cody’s never been to one in person, but he’s seen the programmed civilians in the simulations and the handful of holovids they were able to hide away amongst a network of files. They lounge like his Obi-Wan does. It is the bare bones, my dear, and you know it.

Cody doesn’t respond to him. He tucks his hands behind his back and brushes his fingers through a battle sign for mics off, adding the necessary finger curl so he won’t have a brother respond instead. They’re used to him by now. The occasional bout of talking to something no-one else can see is an easy enough trade off for not being decommissioned. 

“It is bare bones that the Republic could have given us,” Obi-Wan says. He steps closer to Cody, carefully orbiting around his side so they’re both looking the same way. The holoscreen is inactive showing the stars striping past them as they travel to whatever battleground they’ve been assigned. “I will try for more when we have some pull behind us.”

I don’t miss that mess of bureaucracy.

“I will help wherever I am able to do so, sir.” Another flicker of mics off, tucking in a request at the end that Cody knows is going to be ignored. “How are you finding this situation, sir?”

“Obi-Wan, please, Commander.” Obi-Wan breaks into a tight grin, the tendons in his neck drawn into sharp relief. There is a deliberate watchfulness to him, his gaze never shifting from the holoscreen window but Cody knows he is aware of every brother on the ship. “While this isn’t the first war I’ve been involved in, I was hoping I wouldn’t be involved in another.”

Crush that hope, it doesn’t serve us. His Obi-Wan moves forward, settling next to the other Obi-Wan. Cody can just make out a shimmer beyond Obi-Wan, a wavering of his form. This wouldn’t have been our last war unless it can be changed. 

Fear twists through Cody’s belly, turning the warm haze sour. 

Sorry. His Obi-Wan reaches through the other version of himself, pressing his hand into Cody’s shoulder. It’s heavier than a normal human touch would be out of necessity. Obi-Wan shivers, twisting his bracelets around his wrists tighter before he releases it. 

“We should be there in a couple of hours,” Obi-Wan says. “If I could steal you away from the main bridge, Commander, I’d appreciate some help in drawing up initial plans based on the intel.”

“Yessir, uh— Obi-Wan.”

His Obi-Wan laughs, a full-throated thing that booms through Cody’s ribcage and knocks him sideways with the delight of it. That’s why he turns when Obi-Wan does, the pair moving in tandem but not synchronised. They knock against each other, their skulls ringing with the impact, and Cody bites back a groan. Obi-Wan yelps like he’s been shocked, one hand flying up to the mark on his forehead, the other stretched out to reel Cody back in. The support is unneeded but appreciated as Cody quickly takes stock of what has just happened. 

He’s just kissed his General in the traditional Mandalorian fashion, a headbutt being the foundation of the gesture. His Obi-Wan had been midway between the empty space and the patch of the floor where Obi-Wan had been moving into so Cody thinks he has kissed him too and he can’t see him. Can’t sense him anymore. 

Obi-Wan blinks, his eyes wide and, for a moment, his mouth curls into a familiar grin, his hair pale and his skin weathered. “I think we have something to discuss, Commander. The Force does work in mysterious ways, after all.”

“Yes Obi-Wan. I think we do.” 

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #cwfkb2023 #cwfkb #my writing #fanfic #cody x obi wan

[sith-shenanigans]

So I’ve been playing post-Onslaught content, finally…

Ahene is having a terrible time, and originally when the post-Zildrog arc kicked off I was very depressed about it, but I’m actually enjoying it. Possibly my tolerance has increased for Putting That Character In Some Situations over the time I’ve spent writing Liminality. Probably it helps that I’ve been editing certain things in my head.

(For one thing, while she’s taking the saboteur plotline in-game, her actual goal is revolution in the Empire—and I’ve been playing to that as much as I can, so there were a fair number of times she hasn’t taken the saboteur options. I’d call out the speech, but I feel like it’s a given she didn’t do the saboteur speech. I’ve also been chewing on the thought of the Fleet not being totally destroyed, but stranded in Odessen unable to make hyperjumps without extensive retrofitting the Alliance doesn’t have the components for… but recently I’ve been feeling like “get the superweapon fleet back” is not the goal that aligns with the narrative themes here, and Ahene is not actually having the mental breakdown I was originally projecting on her, so I’m also kind of interested to see how the narrative where it’s actually gone goes.)

Anyway, having Rivix around has been fascinating, because I really see why people say that the Commander no longer gets “proper respect”—but I’m kind of into it, because the Watsonian explanation is that it’s deliberate. And that is such a dynamic with Ahene.

She hates Rivix, of course. It doesn’t help that he’s an insufferable flatterer, since she respects that not at all when it comes from someone who expects you to be taken in; she’s always considered that an insult to her common sense. (She can appreciate a well-placed compliment, but she doesn’t think anyone in the galaxy appreciates fawning—unless they’re forcing people to fawn over them for the power trip, which is odious but unfortunately comprehensible—and she’s not sure why people ever try it.) But it’s an extremely impersonal kind of hatred, because it’s not really about Rivix. It’s about the Empire seeing the Alliance’s current situation as the kind of fall from power that can’t actually be recovered from, and her as someone who reached beyond what her capabilities could hold. The ex-Councilor, the disgraced Commander, who could have had the galaxy in her grasp if she hadn’t choked.

The way Acina is treating her—partly by proxy of Rivix, but by policy as well—isn’t the way the game is played. You watch your important vassals with spies and “liaisons,” yes. (Rivix was never the problem on his own.) You do not station your troops all over their powerbase. It’s notable, there, that there’s no option to refuse the extra; all you can do is set conditions. Normal for a client state—but Sith are expected to give their vassals a degree of independence corresponding to their rank. Which means that, paradoxically, the insistently independent Alliance is given less leeway (at least in some directions) than Acina’s Council.

She has seen how the Empire treats minor planets’ leaders: as having some kind of status, but no respect, and no real say in the decisions made about them. Negotiations are a foregone conclusion, deals are worth only what you can enforce from them. And Rivix is a deliberate insult, meant to remind her that she is in that place.

Rivix shows up on her base unannounced and makes demands (that she only indulged because it might actually have been a crisis, and if it was, she would have been very foolish to make him wait to salve her ego). Rivix landed a Councilor on her base, also unannounced, and then tried to hustle her away before she actually told her command staff where specifically she was going. (Okay, the person she actually wanted—for a value of wanted—to call was Jonas, but that’s beside the point. Notifying her people would have been the proper thing to do even if she weren’t using it as a cover for her extracurricular activities.)

Rivix uses her briefing room to call Acina. Minor in the grand scheme of things, maybe, but it’s acting like he has as much of a right to the place as she does.

Of course, Rivix’s zeltron pheromones thing is probably part of all this, at least in that he’s likely used to people putting up with behavior they wouldn’t otherwise. But taken together, the political insult seems… deliberate.

Leeha went “…considering who you’re working for” at her, and it landed that it was not “working with,” but—that’s not a surprise. Ahene knows what people think about what’s happened. She’s playing along with it as much as she can without showing weakness; she’s obligated to put up a fight. And she’s angry with herself too, a bit, for how much this grates on her, when she’s opposed to the whole Sith game on principle—when she’s spent so long telling herself not to be invested in having power, in being treated as powerful. (Even if she outgrew that gnawing anxiety as she came to know herself better, to be more confident in her self-control… sometimes it comes up, when she’s feeling self-castigatory. Some things aren’t linear.) And she certainly doesn’t want people acting like she’s still Darth Occlus, but—

The Empire keeps insisting that she’s Imperial, that she is Sith. And they keep disrespecting her as one. She may have given up her title and her seat, but she had them, and they’re taking every opportunity to remind her that she currently does not. That she doesn’t have the ability, the right to control her own domain. That she would have had more agency if she stayed, and now they consider her another minor power to put on a leash.

Sith or not, it’s not something she can abide.

#yes this is a cleaned and edited version of a discord ramble #io plays swtor #(somehow not a tag i had) #oc: ahene coris

[microsff]

The invention of torpedoes capable of short hyperjumps changed space war. The only defence possible was to constantly hyperjump too, leading to warships flitting around until their power had almost run out, then returning home. So we gave up on war. It had become pointless.

#Microfiction #writers on tumblr #VSS

[heliopauseentertainments]

Safety Technologies

For fandomweekly - placed 1st

Prompt: 202 - Catastrophe

Continuity: G1

Rating: General

Relationship: Megatron/Ratchet

Characters: Megatron & Ratchet Warnings: Swearing

Summary: In which Ratchet and Megatron take the Hyperjump on vacation.

Crossposting: AO3 | Event Dreamwidth | Main Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“We should have sold this useless thing for scrap,” Megatron said, his head under the floor paneling of the shuttle’s cockpit as he searched for the fault in the impulse drive’s circuitry. Presumably. Ratchet honestly had no idea what the big fool was actually looking for or what the problem was. It was just as likely that Megatron was searching around down there for some piece of hardware to be mad at. It would explain all of the banging noises as he slapped around seemingly aimlessly under the floor. “You still don’t really grasp the concept of sentimentality, do you?” Ratchet said, arms crossed as he stood nearby to “supervise” in case Megatron accidentally electrocuted himself for the umpteenth time. It had been easy enough to get Prime to grant him the Hyperjump as a part of the peace arrangement he had forced everyone into. With its now functional warp drive, the shuttle was also the perfect size to take for rare vacations with his partner. Neither of them were good at relaxing, but Soundwave had recently given them vouchers for a visit to resort world known for its geothermal hot springs. It was the perfect opportunity to dust the shuttle off. Though, Ratchet too was beginning to regret telling Megatron they would be keeping the Hyperjump all those years ago after the glitchy experimental shuttle had been their only place of refuge for many months in unknown space. At the time, he had thought it would be nice to have something to remember their weird ordeal by, but, now as they orbited their vacation destination with a dead impulse drive, he was reconsidering. “We warped all the way here,” Ratchet said, frowning at the floor where Megatron was wedging himself further into the maintenance crawlspace, “and now we can’t park.” It was just their luck. More banging echoed across the cramped cockpit, followed by a loud zapping noise. Megatron recoiled with a frustrated grunt, clearly having been the cause of the zap. “Could anything else possibly go wrong?” he growled, redoubling his efforts to do… something down there. “Do you need help?” “No, I can fix it!” Which is what Megatron said when the impulse drive wouldn’t start up after they came out of warp. The problem remained to be fixed. Another zap. He caught the acrid scent of smoke. The shuttle lurched downwards, Ratchet stumbling with it. Rolling across the cockpit’s floor, he could hear Megatron madly scrambling out of the crawlspace. The shuttle plummeted through the atmosphere; arms wrapped protectively around him as the planet’s gravity asserted itself. This way they would at least arrive at their destination, he thought bitterly, though almost certainly not in one piece. The cockpit heated up as the ablative heat protection panels on the hull were pushed past their limit. The warning alarms sounded, lights flashing. :: Imminent collision detected :: Ratchet turned off his optics and waited for impact. :: Warping to a safe distance in three… two… one… :: “Warp?” Suddenly the alarms stopped. The intense heat began to dissipate. Were they dead? :: Collision avoided. Orbital stability re-enabled. :: No, not dead. Ratchet onlined his optics and twisted in Megatron’s firm grasp to peer out of the viewport. They were in orbit above the resort world once more; the plumes of some of the massive geysers were visible from their vantage point. “I’m calling for a tow; they’ll fix the damn thing in port.” Megatron sighed in defeat, arms still wrapped tightly around Ratchet. “Agreed.”

#fic #maccadam #g1 #megatron #ratchet #megaratch #one shot #fic AUV

[carionto]

Bon voyage!

Wait, who's going? Where?!?

The time had arrived for Humanity's first colony ship to depart. A behemoth among the giants of the Human fleet. Thirty five kilometers long, fourteen wide, seven tall, capable of housing up to twenty one million people, and fully self sustaining. It's destination - Andromeda!

Wait, Andromeda? As in, a different galaxy?

"Yeah, that's the general idea, though this ship in particular, called The Herald of The Chosen, is privately funded by the Church of the Unforgotten and can kinda bypass a lot of red tape that's holding up the others. Twenty eight thousand members are aboard. Notice the pattern? Seven is a holy number to them and they really stick to it."

Wait wait wait, privately funded? As in, your government isn't involved? How is that even feasible? Like, logistically or legally?

"Well, back when we accidentally blew a reactor 700 years ago and caused what most saw as beyond a biblical apocalypse, there were more than enough people who became convinced of a lot of things that were kinda hard to argue against at the time.

The fact we had 'vanished' three centuries prior and there was no sun or moon or stars in the sky but things still functioned as if they were set a firm foundation for a lot of religious movements and reinforced some existing ones.

So, while most people aren't all that into faith, the ones who are are firm believers. Just so happens several big-shots are part of the Unforgotten and pulled a lot of strings and set aside many differences once the Earth 'reappeared' in real space. And now just over a year later, we have this Andromeda voyage."

Right. We're still processing that a private Human organization outperforms most of our industrial shipwright systems. We're getting used to that happening more often. Anyway, why so far, can't they establish their colony somewhere in this galaxy?

"Uhh, kinda pointless don't you think? It takes like what... six months to hyperjump from one end of the Milky Way to the other. We can colonize in-galaxy with just regular transports. Oh, I guess since your generators can't charge your hyperdrives while mid-jump it would take you a lot longer, huh. Something like five or six years, right?"

Wait. What? WHAT? You charge AND discharge hyperdrives while IN HYPERSPACE? AND YOU DON'T EXPLODE!?!

"Well, not over short jumps. We did find it becomes wobbly if you do both for over forty days straight, and then, yeah, it does blow up. We're working on a re-router. It'll be fine. Current fix is to just have two drives and switch from one to the other at regular intervals. No issues since we solved the synchronization bug that jumped half the ship clean off into a different hypertunnel.

You'd think warp gates would be the way to go, but we found that going through a literal tear in space-time causes quantum entanglement to break, among other potential problems, human testing is still a while away, so you'd end up cut off from all communication. Even the most ardent zealots still want access to the extranet."

Meanwhile, as the alien delegates swear and fumble and possibly hurts itself in its confusion due to exposure to "Humans being typical Humans", The Herald of The Chosen drifts gently into open space, to a medium sized open broadcast fanfare from fellow Unforgotten members who were not chosen. Then, as unceremonious as hyperdrives are, the act of a vessel of such magnitude jumping away still left an impression as everyone became aware of the suddenly vacated space.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humanity fuck yeah #story #carionto #worldbuilding #andromeda #I've doomed it to become a religious empire #no chance whoever lives there can stand up to Humans in Religious Crusade Mode #not with the tech level I've given them

[zoeykallus]

I have a HC that Tech is very into giving Oral especially when you're doing a task that you should not be distracted from (meditating, flying the ship, etc)

Hnnn...

SMUT 18 +

You are sitting in the pilot's seat, in front of you on your datapad the instructions for the flight maneuvers and technical details that Tech was supposed to teach you. You are shaking, sweat is on your forehead.

"Now, to initiate a hyperjump we do what?" you hear Tech's voice below you.

He sits between your spread legs on the floor in front of the pilot's chair. Your shorts and panties hang from your right ankle, your womanhood exposed before him. His long, deft fingers, stroke through your velvety, damp folds.

"I... I don't know," you stammer.

"We discussed it yesterday," he reminds you, and his tongue darts over your pearl, making you jerk up in the chair.

"I... I can't do this when you do these things to me," you say softly, breathless.

"What things?" he asks before his nimble, hot tongue twitches over your pearl again.

You whimper softly.

"You know exactly what I mean," you growl, biting your lower lip.

"Maybe," he admitted.

Two of his fingertips, play with your sensitive, wet entrance.

"Do you want me to stop?"

You frown reluctantly. He's got you so revved up, you don't really want him to stop, but you do want him to stop asking you questions.

"No... But I don't want to answer any questions in the process."

He looks up at you with a pout, he likes to play this game, but unlike him, you just can't get it together when he spoils you.

"Tech... I... you know I can't concentrate like you."

He looks at you wide-eyed.

"Will you at least try? For me?"

You hate and love him right now. With a sigh you reluctantly nod.

"Okay I'll try."

His tongue travels to your pubic, a finger slips deftly into your pussy and his tongue swirls on your pearl. Fuck, Tech's tongue was deft and fast, you were shaking again with aroused tension all over your body.

"Hyperdrive...", you tried to concentrate, his finger bends up massaging your clit from the inside while his tongue continues its wild dance from the outside. Everything vibrating and tingling, your arousal dripping down his finger onto the chair. "Hyperdrive... uuuhm... I calculate route... with the navcomputer..."

"Good girl" he cooed at your clit.

You whimper softly, completely overwhelmed by his Intesive play on your pubic. Every fiber of your body tingling and longing for the climax of release.

"Please," you whimper softly.

Tech gives in.

"Okay, you did good, mesh'la, you can do better, but that was pretty good".

He slides a second finger into your pussy and gently pumps it inside you, slowly at first then faster and faster while his lips suck on your pearl and his tongue applies pressure at the same time.

You know you're alone on the ship, so you unabashedly moan his name, you know he loves it, his ears turn red.

You know pleasuring you turns him on, but when you moan his name he''s beyond help. So you moan it over and over as he works you wildly and finally pushes you over the edge into bliss, your orgasm shooting through your abdomen in hot waves and your arousal dripping around his fingers.

You got him all riled up.

Tech stands up, pulling down his pants and freeing his manhood, he carefully pumps his half-hard cock in his hand and stares at you hanging there in the chair, exposed and completely spent.

"Would you mind letting me sit in the pilot's chair and you sit on my cock.... my lap?"

A grin appears on your face, you knew he wouldn't be able to resist your moan.

Hope that's at least close to what you wanted :)

#tech smut #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #clone force 99 #tbb #sw tbb #clone trooper tech #tech love #bad batch tech #tbb tech #tech #clone trooper tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tech bad batch #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #tech tuesday #tech x you #tech x reader #the bad batch tech #bad batch x reader #sw the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #star wars bad batch #bad batch #tbb smut #bad batch smut #tech tbb smut

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Unfinished Business

Dark!FO!Poe Dameron x Smuggler!Reader

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: mention of blood, dead bodies. Mention of killing reader, threats of violence.

In your early years you were a Spice Smuggler throughout the Galaxy. One day you made a deal with the Pyke Syndicate, and although you were used to do your work alone, they gave you a small team consistent of six other smugglers, among them was the energetic, soon to be known Poe Dameron.

Your team had to steal big amount of Spice from one of the Pyke's enemies, in exchange your team would get credits and if someone of your team dies, the credits meant for that person will be given to the remaining survivors. Even tho you knew the Pykes couldn't be trusted on all occasions, they mostly stood true to their word. Every one of the team had their own part, you did distractions, Poe was responsible to deactivate the security measures, and the other five carried all the Spice into your Freighter.

The mission went flawless - except knocking out one of the guards and taking out some droids here and there. At the end the spice was secured inside your ship and the team was ready to go.

-----

"When will we arrive at the Pykes?" one teammate called out to you.

"About 1 hour!" you called back from inside the cockpit while engaging hyperjump.

Stepping out of the cockpit, the other teammates were sitting inside the cargo hold, doing something on their datapads or just laying around to make the time pass faster.

"You think the Pykes can be trusted?" came a voice. You turned to see Poe leaning forward and looking at you.

"They may be high most of the time, but I'm pretty sure they will stick to their side of the deal. We got them the Spice after all." you shrugged with your shoulders, walking over to the speederbike inside the cargohold and sitting down on it, facing Poe.

"Yeah but what if they shoot us after we delivered the Spice?" Poe narrowed his eyes slightly, still not trusting the Pykes 100%.

"If they shoot, we shoot back, easy." one of the other Smugglers chuckled.

Poe sighed in annoyance, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes "Maker I'm just glad when we're done working with the Pykes."

You raised an eyebrow, "You really hate them. Why?" you chuckled.

Poe opened his eyes, shrugging with his shoulders, "They're constantly high, letting people do their dirty work. Just look at their home planet, it's like even the whole planet is high."

You snorted out a laughter "Their whole planet is high? You know that's because they're mining the Spice."

"Yeah, whatever." Poe scoffed and closed his eyes.

-----

"Alright guys, we've arrived on their planet, get ready." you informed them through the comm.

Your Freighter descented into the atmosphere, flying a straight course towards the Pyke base. As you were only miles away from the base, a beeping caught everyone onboard off guard "A rocket is after us!" you looked down at the screen only to see the rocket fast approaching.

"I knew it!" you heard Poe's voice bark out.

"Shut it Dameron, you can complain when we landed safely!" you called out, focused on outmanouvering the rocket, but the Planet's atmosphere made it difficult. With every second, the rocket came closer and closer, threatening to hit the engines and sending the Freighter crashing down.

"Hey! Hey! Fly down towards the cliff over there and shake that rocket off!" Poe stormed into the cockpit, pointing towards the cliff he mentioned, but it was too late, the rocket impacted with the engines, you tried your best to keep the ship steady, to soften the imminent crash.

"Everybody brace yourself!!" you instructed and fastened your own braces. The ship's side colided with a cliff, causing it to spin and crash hard on the ground, dragging the ship along the ground several meters. Thankfully your ship had thick armor, otherwise it would have been ripped apart...

-----

Slowly, you got back to your senses, your head laying on the console. Eyes fluttering open, your head was spinning as you felt a warm substance running down your forehead. Looking around, sparks around you, silence except for the crackling of the fire. You slowly and groggily stood up, reaching for the aid-kit hanging on the wall to treat your wound. After you took care of your wound you made your way into the cargohold. Blinking a few times to adjust, you saw all the other smugglers laying dead, one even had the speederbike ontop of him, the others lay scattered and Poe's body was strapped in on the seat, but from seeing the little slash on his cheek, the blood dripping out of his mouth and forehead you thought he was dead too and you remained as the only survivor.

But as selfish as you were... you didn't check any pulses, believing they all are dead... so you carefully shoved the speederbike out, it was slightly beaten but still working. Next came the hovering platform used to carry heavy cargo and attach them onto hover and speederbikes. You secured the spice to the speederbike but something inside you made you hesistate to leave, thinking of potential survivors and the worry about your trusty ship... but... they all knew what they got themselves into, right?

With one last lingering look at your ship you mounted the speederbike and made your way towards the Pyke base.

-----

You arrived at their base, the Guards let you pass and informed their boss. After waiting for a couple of minutes the Pyke boss came out, escorted by guards.

"I see you're the only survivor..." he said, looking over your shoulder as if almost making fun of you.

"Yes. The others died because you fired a rocket on us, trying to kill us!" you growled at him, raising a finger towards the Pyke's face.

"Accidents happen... but consider yourself lucky, Smuggler. You'll be getting all the credits, and since the others are dead too... you'll get their piece of cake aswell..." the Pyke answered in a nonchalant, almost awkward tone.

"Fine. But I want my ship back for all the efforts." you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest as the Pyke paused to think

"As you wish... but... it comes for a price if you understand... after all, ships can be repaired but dead humans not..." the Pyke rubbed his thumb and forefinger, indicating the price would be credits. Predictable...

"Fine." you sighed, handing the Pyke a handful of credits to get your ship back and repaired.

The Pyke snatched the credits greedily, "You will get your trusty ship back, re-newed, polished and ready to go, all you have to do is wait for a few hours. It was pleasure doing business with you." he spoke and bowed his head slightly before turning around and motioned for his guards to collect the Spice, leaving you to wait until your ship is back.

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After the bittersweet deal with the Pyke Syndicate, you left their planet, but continued to smuggle through the Galaxy. Little did you know, you weren't the only survivor and soon you were about to meet again under different circumstances...

One day after completing another smuggle run, you stumbled across some Rebels who were on the run from First Order forces, they offered you credits in exchange to bring them to Tatooine for a meeting. Those rebels soon revealed themselves to be Resistance fighters but what you didn't knew was that the First Order was hot on your tail for helping those Resistance fighters escape.

Just after dropping them off and leaving Tatooine, a giant Resurgent Star Destroyer jumped out of Hyperspace, launching TIE-Fighters to pursue you. Those TIEs were not match for your ship, you took them out easily. But just after getting rid of those TIEs, your ship suddenly stopped, you tried to put all power to engines but it stood still... now it was flying backwards and you quickly realized you were getting pulled in the Star Destroyer via tractor beam.

You tried everything you could, but nothing worked, all you could do was sit and wait and soon you were inside the hangar of the Star Destroyer, Stormtroopers surrounding your ship, demanding you to surrender.

And you surrendered, the Stormtroopers arrested you and brought you into an interrogation room. The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes like hours as you were waiting, leaning back in the chair and glancing around the room.

Suddenly the door opened and an First Order officer stepped inside, clad in the black uniform, but he looked familiar...

You instantly recognized him, it was none other than Poe Dameron!

"You've got to be kidding me." your eyes widened, jaw dropped slightly as Poe just stood there, his expression cold.

"Glad to see you too... you've got alot of explanation to do." Poe stepped forward.

"Care to explain why I got captured?" you crossed your arms over your chest.

Poe scoffed, "Don't play dumb, you helped Resistance fighters escape. Besides... I immediately recognized your ship and I thought you should give me a good reason why you left me to die before I throw you out of the nearest airlock and keep your ship."

You sighed heavily "Listen, Poe, they paid me credits so I drop them off on tatooine. And for what happened on that Pyke planet..." you trailed off, looking down at your cuffed wrists.

Slam!

Poe slammed both hands on the table, the sting emitting from his black leather gloves cut the air sharply, making you flinch and look up at him.

"I'm listening. Keep talking." he demanded.

"Poe, please, I swear I thought you were dead. The ship crashed badly and everyone seemed to be dead." you explained, your voice trembling slightly.

"You didn't even try to check on me, you only cared about yourself, you just pissed off, leaving me there to die." Poe leaned forward, you could see revenge burning in his eyes.

"How did you know it was me?" You asked.

"You think I'm that dumb? I got back to my senses for a few seconds before blacking out again and I clearly saw you. The last thing I heard was the speederbike."

"Listen, I am deeply sorry. If I knew you were still alive I would have saved you." you pleaded, hoping he would show atleast some mercy.

"You really think a simple 'I'm sorry' crap will make me forgive you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"What do I have to do for you to be merciful?" you sighed in defeat.

"Well, you have to tell me what those Resistance fighters wanted to do on Tatooine." Poe replied curtly.

"And then you will let me go? Is that your Mercy?" you asked, eyes softening.

Poe smirked, "My mercy will be knocking you out before throwing you out of the airlock." he replied lowly, the sadistic tone evident.

"W-wait, you don't have to do that. I'm sure there are other ways for me to stay out of your way. Please, you can have my ship and drop me off on any planet you want. I- I just don't want to die, please..." you begged desperately, but Poe remained cold.

"Do you think I had a choice, hm? You should be grateful I want some information from you, otherwise your body would already float around in space - cold and lifeless." Poe answered.

"What's the point in giving you information if you already plan to kill me?"

"Simple. If you don't talk, I will make it extremely painful. If you give me what I want then you will be swiftly knocked out and won't feel a single thing..." He walked around the table and leaned down to your level, reaching out and gripping your chin tightly, almost painfully and tilting your face to meet his.

"Now what do you prefer, honey? Swiftly and painless or making you wish you were dead?"

"Please, Poe, I... I'll do anything you want... just let me live, please..." you pleaded desperate again, your eyes tearing up.

Upon hearing your words Poe grinned again "Anything, huh?" he drawled out, squeezing your chin slightly.

You nodded.

"I want that information. We've almost caught them until you ruined it." Poe stated coldly and stood up straight again, releasing you.

"Please I swear!"

"You're quite stubborn, you know that?" he sighed heavily, pausing to think. "Fine... your only chance to get out here alive is if those Resistance fighters are still present on Tatooine. If we find them within the next 24 hours then you will be released. Until then you will stay here."

You let out a big sigh of relief.

"But... if we don't find them you know what happens."

You nodded in understanding.

"You really should have checked me back then on that mission. You've made a grave mistake..." Poe opened the door and left the room, leaving you there with your thoughts.

You really should have known better...

#poe dameron #star wars #dark poe dameron #fo!poe dameron #first order poe dameron #oscar isaac

[hellonoblesky]

I still think the sheer comedic potential that Thrawn's return to the Ascendancy holds is so. Rgh

Bc like on one hand the Aristocra (Mainly a certain Patriarch) are gonna be like "What the fuck dude get out"

and he can literally pull the "Actually as a Grand Admiral of the Galactic Empire I request humanitarian aid for my fleet as it was crippled in battle and forcibly hyperjumped here :l."

#He can point blank straight faced drop his rank and I think Thurfian would have a heart attack #thrawn ascendancy #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #mitth'urf'ianco #'you're a WHAT!???' 'A Grand Admiral. :l Third in the command order over the entire Imperial Navy. :l'