@bade-wavewar | we die like men
when sal was sixteen years old, he was thrown into a pit, hellish and dark and full of large skittering beasts, left to die under the cloudless sky, left to claw and bite and scratch his way out, nothing but his rage and the bones of the boys who had come before him, died before him like meat to vicious pets. he was nine the first time his father taught him to use a weapon instead of just his own body, how to stand, how to hold, how to brace his nerves against a coming onslaught like a mountain in a storm, stone and steel and flame-- always flame.
he’s had audiences before, sneering spectators betting on how long he’d last out in the wilds of the fontaine prison planet, the most inescapable rock in the galaxy, or bar patrons who’ve witnessed his temper’s incendiary fuse, but nothing so loud before, nothing so wide before. he glances over at the entrance to the arena and inhales the gathering crowd’s chants and hollers, boisterously preening for a good fight, for a good show. two men, fifty battle droids. they ought to make it a hundred.
“i know you’re used to being competitive, but you do know how to operate as a team, yes?” he tightens the guards on his wrists and shins. “i need you watching my back or we don’t get jack shit.” temporary truces and all that.
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Eon pauses in the doorway of his little bunker. Still as a statue, and quiet as one to avoid startling a stranger. A tiny furrow appears between two arched brows-- no, perhaps a visitor? That idea is more shocking. No one ever visits him, not voluntarily. Not in his room, at least. He really has no need to sleep, and usually keeps all important belongings tucked into the hidden folds of his robes. He chose not to decorate, leaving an invisible impression on crew members and passengers instead of any hint of his identity on the walls and shelves of his room. Maybe the captain had finally decided to scrap him and this was only the beginning of forcing him off the Derelict.
“...What is your name?” There are so many new passengers running around. The familiar faces had started to blend with strangers due to an absent mind. And he fears his mind has failed him when he finally sees their face. Sharp features and dark eyes not all that strange. He finds himself stepping forward, as if being closer might grasp a distant memory. “...I know you. I do... I must.” Silence stretches on as Eon stares at the other, the weight of his gaze intense. He turns to look at his bed, waving a hand. “You may sleep here, or the opposite side. Sleep is not necessary for me. Sometimes I pretend to sleep, but it wastes time.”
Eon had learned not to become comfortable with who he shared a room with on Rishi. Coming and going, wanderers there for a quick payout, taking what they could get from a planet full of criminals that would just as quickly double cross you. But this face-- this one had stayed the longest out of all of them.
“You escaped only to end up in a room with the same person that had to make up the difference of your absence. That is funny.” Eon doesn’t smile, or even look like he might. “What happened to you between now and then, I wonder.”
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𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓉: What do you rate your self-worth, out of 100?
Pom found the question oddly narcissistic, or was it all about self-confidence and knowing your worth within the galaxy that was so big and filled with others probably bigger and better than you. “I give myself a nice eighty.” There were too many things that she still wanted to achieve. Pom will give herself a 100 once she finally becomes queen of Vena.
𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒: Do you consider yourself a patient person when it comes to love and life?
If she thought about the many years she had to wait until her sister would no longer be queen. Pom would consider herself patient, prepared for what was to come. Love, her thoughts on love were pretty on the surface. She loved different things, loved ambition more than the idea of being in love with a person. “Being patient can be rewarding. There’s no time limit on success, only if death comes in the way. — Yes, I do consider myself very patient for either.”
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Sean Teale as Bade Wavewar
Santiago Cabrera as Baru Wavewar
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BADE WAVEWAR HAS JOINED THE STARS
THEY ARE A 27 YEAR OLD PASSENGER
THEY ARE A HUMANOID FROM AN UNKNOWN PLANET
KNOWN TRAITS:
Bade can be considered rather resourceful, if not for appearing as if he’s as charming and harmless as a sheep. He knows how to manipulate people, how to play them and move them all the right ways to get what he wants. He’s no stranger to sacrifice and selfless acts, but it’s always to serve a cause, never because he truly cares about other people. He doesn’t know how to. He has a lot of tact and knows how to read social situations, to a point where he almost always has a plan going in that rarely doesn’t work out. Sticky situations and problem solving are his mood.
BIO: THE UNIVERSE DEMANDS BALANCE; ARE YOU OF THE DARK, OR THE LIGHT?
In retrospect it has felt to Bade as if he had known about the Knights of Ren all his life, even before they took away his brother to teach him in the ways of the Force. His brother had been his center of the universe, even after he left. Bade had always played with him, asked for his attention, and gotten what felt like the entirety of his love. For it was true that his brother loved him more than anything, even when he was gone, he tried to send out some kind of message to let him know everything was alright. Bade kept all the gifts and messages he had ever gotten, no matter how distant his brother started to grow from him, the messages seemed to continue. Until they didn’t.
Everyone in Bade’s family was loyal to the Empire - or at least, in Bade’s mind they were - and they behaved a certain way to him because he wasn’t force-sensitive, he always thought. But he had never asked. When his brother died in the final battle at Exegol, killed by his own master as was said, Bade had become fueled by rage. He had always dreamt of becoming an officer, of seeing his brother again, working for the empire, helping the Order take over, fight the Rebels and all the other scum who thought they were allowed to make choices for other people. His brother had been taken away to serve a purpose, he would commit to that goal from now on. His parents had grown distant from him years before, not understanding how he could not see what the First Order was doing to their children, so when Bade turned against them, they simply shrugged, let him rage and waited quietly for him to calm down and leave.
And leave he did. Barely a young man at best, sixteen years old, still grieving over his brother, he took the first ship he could find, and learned more than he cared to admit. He had always fancied thinking of himself as a rather intelligent youth, but those first few years it became terribly apparent that he didn’t know shit. He lost his appetite to share his opinion about his loyalty to the Empire within a week, after he had found himself waking up bleeding on the floor of a cargo ship, unable to remember how he had gotten there, but remembering enough to know why. He got smarter after that, kept his mouth shut, said only what he thought other people wanted to hear. But not enough that he would appear to be sucking up to others, because he was well aware of his age and statue within any community that he joined.
As he grew as a person, he grew as a manipulator, soon it went beyond just saying what people wanted to hear to keep him out of trouble, and towards saying and listening and aiming his words to get what he wanted. The more he did it, the less he found it difficult to betray people who had come to trust him. And after all those years, he still had one goal: to help the Empire win favor again, and to kill Rey. Because he for one couldn’t believe his brother had been killed by his own master. No, the Rebel scum had been behind it. And whenever he took out the last picture he still had of him and Baru together, he felt that rage from when he had first learned of his brother’s death return as if it had never left at all.
Yet, for all his forced secrecy, Bade managed to evade banding together with other loyalists, to his own frustrations, this often meant having to gather second hand information, and always being too late to be part of the offense. So too had he been too late to take part in the attack on the Jedi-headquarters, where he had been for a while, stalking the territory under false pretence of being there as a simple medic who would soon leave the planet again. He had gone for the long game, but the day the attack happened, it would appear others too had twitching fingers about destroying the Jedi Order. His wish to be the one to end Rey’s life and take revenge for his brother’s death was met with several problems as he watched the place fall apart, using the fake credentials as a medic to find himself a spot on a smuggler ship, running away from the chaos and bloodshed instead of towards it. Yet, as he boarded the Derelict, it seemed like luck was on his side after all.
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@bade-wavewar | our hands are scarred and reddened
the very moment salathiel is handed the small, almost-nondescript chip image, he knows exactly what it is and what it means. what it could mean for the rest of his ship, what it could mean for the rest of their journey through space, at least for the foreseeable future, what it could mean in terms of who to trust and how long before sal inevitably kicks their ass out the airlock-- be they passenger or jedi. the moment he looks at it, he knows there’s more to it than a surface level photograph, knows it holds more history than its owner doubtless wishes to share.
he folds his fingers around the trinket and assures his android that it’s fine, it’s nothing, he’ll return it to the proper person and that’ll be the end of it-- there’s absolutely nothing wrong and nothing amiss about it. eon, being the two-bit robot sal knows him to be, agrees and leaves the navigation room. sal waits exactly fifteen seconds before rising from his seat and thundering his way through the corridors of the derelict, his fists tight at his sides, his jaw sharp and clenched, his vision tinged with an edge of furious red, even as they glow yellow in the dim lighting.
when he reaches bade’s door, he doesn’t give a bantha’s ass if he’s too loud, if it’s too late, if bade is busy or with someone inside; he bangs on the surface as though he’s got an axe to grind. “bade.” his voice is cutting and dangerous, a baritone that promises the follow-up of a blaster shot if this door isn’t removed from his path immediately. “let me in.”
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_RESERVED UNTIL 1/17/20_
ARIES - natasha liu bordizzo
_RESERVED UNTIL 1/19/20_
ERIDANUS - undecided faceclaim
SCORPIO - courtney eaton
_APPLICATIONS RECEIVED 14/10_
VELA - song mino as adrien wolfstone AKA “doc”
ORION - woo jiho (zico) as salathiel godkiller
ANDROMEDA - kim seolhyun as zyre of zarkay
TAURUS - takechi kaisei as xel (qui-xot)
LYNX - denis dang as eon
CASSIOPEIA - jackson wang as haru
CORVUS - im jinah (nana) as loralei khan
PLEIADES - hirai momo as zashi maiya
SAGITTA - chou tzuyu as violet
DRACO - tom holland as kane
VULPECULA - moon gayoung as eissa seastar
CETUS - sean teale as bade wavewar
HYDRA - kim namjoon as leon raan
AQUILA - troye sivan as joules roscoe
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_RESERVED UNTIL 1/17/20_
ARIES - natasha liu bordizzo
_APPLICATIONS RECEIVED 13/10_
VELA - song mino as adrien wolfstone AKA “doc”
ORION - woo jiho (zico) as salathiel godkiller
ANDROMEDA - kim seolhyun as zyre of zarkay
TAURUS - takechi kaisei as xel (qui-xot)
LYNX - denis dang as eon
CASSIOPEIA - jackson wang as haru
CORVUS - im jinah (nana) as loralei khan
PLEIADES - hirai momo as zashi maiya
SAGITTA - chou tzuyu as violet
DRACO - tom holland as kane
VULPECULA - moon gayoung as eissa seastar
CETUS - sean teale as bade wavewar
HYDRA - kim namjoon as leon raan
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_HIATUS NOTICE_
CETUS - BADE WAVEWAR (HIATUS UNTIL 2/9)
VELA - ADRIEN WOLFSTONE AKA “DOC” (HIATUS UNTIL 2/16)
TAURUS - XEL (QUI-XOT) (HIATUS UNTIL 2/16)
PERSEI - BRENT (BRT-87) (HIATUS UNTIL 2/12)
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