#ton phanan

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

Wedge Antilles: What do rainbows mean to you? Face Loran: Gay rights. Ton Phanan: There’s money. Piggy: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops. Piggy: And, you know, gay rights.

#wedge antilles #face loran #ton phanan #piggy #voort sabinring #wraith squadron #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: tumblr

[magnetarbeam]

Borsk Fey'lya, over the holocomm: Of course, you'll have to fax in the air strike requisition form.

Wedge Antilles, on the verge of an aneurysm: But I can't! Kell used spare parts from our fax machine to help build Phanan new replacement parts!

Ton Phanan, making weird beeping noises: Whoa, must have been something I ate.

Face Loran: Hey Ton? Why is there paper coming out of your ass?

#star wars legends #x-wing #borsk fey'lya #wraith squadron #wedge antilles #ton phanan #face loran #kell tainer #incorrect star wars quotes #original: red vs blue

[accidental-spice]

I love him your honor

#wraith squadron #star wars legends #live spice reactions #ton phanan #kell tainer

[morganali-art]

Another art redraw, this time I'd wanted to fine tune an old concept I had for one of my favourite X-Wing pilots from the Star Wars EU, Ton Phanan. The proportions of the old one were all over the shop, *and* I had his splenectomy scar in the wrong place, amongst other things. Anyway, this man is very depressed, so naturally I want to put him in a little specimen jar and keep him.

#star wars #star wars eu #x-wing series #wraith squadron #ton phanan #morgan queues

[kanerallels]

For my 501st follower celebration, as requested by @accidental-spice, a chunk from the Wraith Squadron being trained by Vos and Ventress au! (A little context: Sierra is a Jedi OC of a.spice's who can see the future. You'll see how that's relevant in a minute)

The Wraiths were relaxing in their lounge. Which, of course, meant that a low scale form of chaos reigned. Shalla and Donos were having a push-up competition, at which Shalla was winning with ease while Runt, Tyria, Wes Janson and Dia were placing bets on who’d win. Piggy and Face were playing Dejarik at the board in the corner, Kell was messing with something that looked suspiciously like an alarm clock with several things of dynamite strapped to it, and Phanan was sitting back with a glass of whiskey and watching the whole thing unfold.

Oh, and distracting Face from his game from time to time so he’d lose.

Leaning over a little, he slurped from his glass loudly right next to Face’s ear, and the former actor threw him an annoyed look. “Could you not?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Phanan said innocently. “Is this—” he slurped again, louder, from his cup— “bothering you?”

Face let out a long, aggravated sigh just as a loud whistle caught Phanan’s attention. He turned to see Vos strolling into the lounge, carrying a large crate under one arm, a duffle bag hanging from the other, and propelling another crate with its anti-gravs turned on with his foot.

“Attention, Wraiths,” he said cheerfully. “Donos, please quit while you’re still alive, we’ll need you in the future.”

Donos dropped to the ground, taking a heaving breath, while Shalla carried on, looking completely unaffected. Vos coughed. “Uh, you, too, Shalla.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, popping up from her position and to her feet.

“Inhuman,” Donos said, sitting up with a groan.

“Told you,” Kell pointed out.

As the Wraiths who’d been spectating exchanged money, Phanan said, “So, not to be the curious one, but my superior intellect—” he was interrupted by groans from Kell, Face, and Tyria— “can’t help but notice that you’ve got some baggage there.”

“So I do,” Vos said with a devious grin. “I’ve got another practice mission for you guys.”

Perking up, Kell asked, “Are we robbing another bank?”

Phanan sighed. “I can’t believe you sent Runt and Kell to rob a bank but not me. You two get all the interesting missions.”

“In all fairness, you’ve done some interesting things in your time,” Vos pointed out. “And they had to put the money back— you did, right?”

“Of course,” Kell said.

“Absolutely,” Runt said.

Vos looked deeply skeptical, but apparently decided to move on. “Anyways, this one’s a little different. You need to take control of a large building and prevent the people inside from leaving.” Setting down his crate, he flipped it open, revealing a lot of blasters. “These are your weapons for this situation.”

“Oooooh,” Phanan said. “This is very much my kind of mission.”

Dia got to her feet, peering at the blasters. “These aren’t standard issues— these are the kind that you’d get if you were in a pirate’s crew. Piecemeal, bottom of the barrel— those aren’t even legal.”

Peering over her shoulder, Vos said, “Whoops. Those weren’t supposed to be in there.” Grabbing a pair of rifles, he slung them over his shoulder. “There, now these are your weapons for this situation.”

“What’s in the bag?” Face asked.

“Disguises,” Vos said. “You’re using the contents of these boxes and this bag—  or, for that matter, anything else you have in this room— to take over the building in question.”

“Has Commander Antilles signed off on this one?” Donos asked.

“He can’t actually sign off on it, as he’s been called off-world on an important matter,” Vos said. “Therefore, I’m in charge, and I say yes.”

A grin spread across Phanan’s face. “You planned this.”

“I didn’t not plan it, we’ll just say that,” Vos told him. “Now, everyone’s in on this one. Your goal— on the forty-seventh floor of the building I’ve had a datacard hidden. Get that and bring it to me, and you’ll have succeeded. No casualties, and no one gets caught. Understood?”

“This seems extremely illegal,” Tyria said with a frown.

“That’s because it is,” Vos told her. “If you get caught, you’re definitely going to jail. I have a safe house set up for you in the lower levels. Just head there when you’re done. Please don’t embarrass me and all go the same way—”

“We’ll split up,” Face assured him. “We’ve been at this a while now, you know.”

“I know,” Vos said with a grin. “And if anyone can pull this off, it’s the Wraiths.”

“I’ve got another question,” Phanan said. “Where are we holding up?”

Vos’s expression twisted into something half-grin, half-grimace. “Tyria, Shalla, Donos— you’re really not gonna like this.”

~

Bail Organa was strolling through the Senate Building on his way to lunch with his friend, Padme Amidala and her family. It had been a long session, but not as long as some that the Alderaanian senator had been through. It would be good, he thought, to see Padme and Anakin. It had been a long time— and he always enjoyed visiting with their children, whenever the twins were around, although that was less and less these days.

As he headed for the turbolift, he spotted Mon Mothma chatting with the young senator from Bothawui. An ambitious fellow, if Bail had ever met one, but he meant well, in his own way.

Doesn’t have the best grasp of Coruscanti politics yet, Bail mused. Perhaps I should offer to give him a hand. He reconsidered the thought quickly, however, after recalling the Bothan’s aggression on the Senate floor that afternoon. He had a feeling that any offers of help would be turned down at the least and probably taken the wrong way.

Bail keyed the button for the turbolift, and was patiently waiting when a thunderous boom shook the Senate building. Feeling himself tense, Bail scanned the room, wondering what had caused the quake— and then the door to the turbolift hissed open, revealing a large group of beings, all wearing bandit masks except for one man, who appeared to be wearing a very large tube sock with one eye hole and a mouth hole cut in it.

The leader lifted a blaster rifle up to his shoulder, and spoke in a casual tone. “Hands in the air, Senator. We don’t want any trouble.”

“Other than what we’re bringing,” added a woman’s voice in the back, and a murmur of laughter went through the group.

Hmm, Bail thought. So this is what Sierra was talking about when she told me not to panic at work today. Raising his hands in the air, he stepped back as the masked group stepped out of the lift.This should be very interesting, he mused.

#501st follower celebration #wraith squadron #face loran #ton phanan #assorted other wraiths #quinlan vos #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[silvercyclops]

Look at what my friend made for me!! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#wraith squadron #ton phanan #star wars

[nodaudaboutitt]

Iron Fist really just went "hey were gunna put all of the squadron through the emotional meat grinder"

#honestly didnt expect to like lara notsil this much #and gosh ton phanan 😭 #weaver rambles #wraith squadron #iron fist

[emcandon]

Could we just gush to each other for a while about Wraith Squadron? I didn't think anyone out there loved those books as much as I do

WE COULD AND SHOULD GUSH ABOUT WRAITH SQUADRON

There are jokes in those books that still live rent-free in my head. Lunch and Dinner Squadron; non-confiscatable bar fight pen/laser scalpel; "I'm afraid we're going to have to amputate"/"well the part of you that seems to be malfunctioning is your HEAD" -- and those live alongside the wrenchingly palpable tragedies? Like on one hand I think I learned about telegraphed ironic tragedy through the narrative of Jesmin Ackbar (niece of the legend himself; exceptionally talented pilot; can't get placed on a squadron because no one wants to be responsible for her death -- so of course she is dead by the end of the first book). On the other hand...holy fuck me shit was I blindsided by Ton Phanan. I was reading these at a young enough age that it simply had not occurred to me that he could possibly die -- not after all the room he gets in the narrative, not after all the investment in his survival. Not when he makes such good jokes. But no. That's it. That's the hole that's going to be in your heart for the rest of this book and the next.

And he charges us, via Face, his dearest friend, with learning how to fucking live?

Hot damn. Talk about formative stories.

#star wars #wraith squadron #ask reply

[moirasglittergelpen]

Finished chapter 12. Rest in peace Ton Phanan 😥

#lucy reads

[checkoutmybookshelf]

What is a Wraith, Anyway?

Ok, so I am primarily a Jedi girl when it comes to Star Wars, but snark-ass Corellian pilots also occupy a very soft spot in my heart. Han Solo is now and forever the GOAT Corellian smuggler and pilot, but Wedge Antillies--particularly as he is expanded in the EU books--is absolutely in the top 5 favorite pilots. I'm not overly fond of Rogue Squadron, if we're being honest, but I adore the antics and missions of Wraith Squadron. So let's talk Aaron Allston's Wraith Squadron.

*Spoilers below, so beware!*

Wedge Antillies.

Wes Janson.

Myn Donos (and Shiner).

Kell Tainer.

Garik "Face" Loran.

Falynn Sandskimmer.

Jesmin Ackbar.

Voort "Piggy" saBinring.

Hohass "Runt" Ekwesh.

Ton Phanan.

Eurrsk Thri'ag.

Tyria Sarkin.

This is Wraith Squadron, Wedge's pet project that pulled together competent officers who might have been bad at office politics or made a few too many mistakes or whose careers were otherwise dead and would jump at another chance to fly. Wedge's plan was to create an experienced, multi-talented squadron to take on the jobs for which the venn diagram of piloting, ground skills, and espianage is a circle. And while he did do that, he also somehow managed to take a bunch of hard case and traumatized pilots and transform them into a family.

The progression of the transformation though, is beautifully paced. We spend the early sections of the novel learning about each individual pilot's personal (or not so personal, given Tainer's near-paralyzing fear of Janson that tends to read as aggression) issues or motivations and getting some tentative interpersonal bonding. Interestingly, Face and Jesmin aren't hard cases or screwups. Face is tying to atone for having been the Empire's golden boy child actor in their propaganda films--although I wouldn't ever have recovered from having to sit in Ysanne Isard's LAP while she told me I was a good imperial citizen. Jesmin, however, is simply trying not to be a waste of her training because as Admiral Ackbar's neice, no commander has ever been willing to put her in actual danger.

Jesmin is, unfortunately, the first casualty of the squadron, and during the mission where she is lost, Myn Donos's R2 unit, Shiner, is unfortunately blown to peices. Myn has some seriously unresolved trauma (and arguably PTSD and survivor's guilt) from being the sole survivor of his former squadron, and Shiner's loss absolutely breaks him.

Ultimately, however, it's the loss of one squadmate and the threat of losing a second one that really cements Wraith squadron as a unit. This begins with medic Ton Phanon (attempting to) hiding the extent of Myn's breakdown from Wedge and Wes. The rest of the squadron then works to cover his shifts and duties, trying to give him time to snap out of it on his own. Eventually though, Kell overhears Wes and Wedge privately plotting how to keep buying Myn time and preventing the breakdown from landing on any official reports or paperwork.

This neatly severs the Gordian knot of Kell's fear of Wes, and ultimately gives the squad the courage to stage an intervention for Myn.

Having saved the squadmate they could, the Wraiths go on to become a tightly knit family and scary effective squad of pilots with commando skills.

I love this book. The team dynamics and the journey to find those dynamics are beautifully plotted and written, and the book flies by.

#star wars #star wars books #star wars eu books #legends continuity #wraith squadron #wedge antilles #wes janson #sci fi #science fiction #adult fiction #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #books #book recommendations

[robertfettuccine]

Update on spring break reading:

Valiant Sarah McGuire hhnhnnhnmmnhbggnhhmmmmnnnnhn

Definitely not like.. my fav book of all time (that title will probably never change) but man. I like sewing and I like fantasy and I like little kids who are rogues (I love him your honor also I teach a kid in Sunday school who is Exactly like will and he’s my lil buddy and aaaaaa)

Ive started rereading Wraith Squadron now bc Yes and they are Amazing and Face Loran and Ton Phanan my beloveds I missed them

Ive discovered that I might actually be sick and not just imagining symptoms bc of anxiety (love it when I medically gaslight myself) so reading has been slow bc I’m tired all the time and keep falling asleep and having to reread pages but yeah I’m getting some tests run tomorrow wish me luck (yes this is related to reading bc get Sick fixed —> be able to read more)

Anyway thanks to all who gave me book recs I’m gonna get to them eventually and now my tbr is longer than it’s been in a while (excluding books for school ofc) so yeah

#zoe speaks #valiant sarah mcguire #wraith squadron

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

Kell Tainer: Think they'll show up? Ton Phanan: Well, my gut says no… but then again, my gut's made of an advanced polymer, and it doesn't know what the hell it's talking about. Stupid gut.

#kell tainer #ton phanan #wraith squadron #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #submission #magnetarbeam #original: red vs blue

[thepartyponies]

Wish I could add them all, sorry to the others ;_;

#wraith squadron #star wars

[accidental-spice]

#fenn rau #commander fox #riyo chuchi #depa billaba #ton phanan #siri tachi #stass allie #nath tensent #hondo ohnaka #tala durith #swr #tcw #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #star wars #wraith squadron #wraith squadron my beloved #star wars legends

[barstoolblues]

i know that bacta was invented by lucas as some handwavy magic healing liquid but it is fascinating how fans and creators of different sw media treat bacta in their canon/fanon projects. idk if its ever even shown in prequels apart from vader in rots yet its name dropped every few episodes in tcw, where its some unlimited resource (which, is a fair handwave in cartoon-land). in the ot its really only used in esb, and naturally in legends the lore around it expands thanks to the bacta war novel, where you learn that its a high-demand product produced only on thyferra by subjugated non-human workers and is tightly controlled by the planetary government, which causes scarcities. idk how much if any of that has been incorporated into disney canon, but it would be cool to see, especially the whole idea of bacta allergies and what that means for your in-universe healthcare options like ton phanan

#this is just aimless ramblings on my part #but i do loooove legends bacta. the krytos trap/bacta war arc in rogue squadron is so good #obivously more relevant than stackpole wouldve guessed with the covid pandemic and all #but the early new republic mid-transition to a real govt dealing with a pandemic on coruscant during a politically caused bacta scarcity #SOOOOO COMPELLING!!!!!!!!!! #we got to see such a cool side of sw with space logistics and bureaucracy and medical treatment and how a planetary city responds to crisi #and the krytos virus being deadly to certain species and the social consequences and in-universe xenophobia that arises from it.... #sw

[kanerallels]

Behold, the last actual chapter of this fic!! (there'll be an epilogue, though) I hope y'all have enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed posting it. I appreciate all your comments, kudos, and even just reading it more than I can say!! First lines under the cut

Taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @day-to-day-thots @opalknight @firefoxtessa @auroramagpie

(one month later)

Sitting in the co-pilot’s seat of the New Dawn, with the sound of the Jayhawks playing faintly in the background, Trill gazed through the viewport at the green planet below them.

“And you’re sure?” she checked, glancing over her shoulder. “Ajan Kloss is the place?”

Strolling into the cockpit, his hair still damp and loose from a recent shower, Jacen nodded. “One hundred percent. I finally got in contact with my main man Ton Phanan, and he confirmed it for me.”

“It better be,” Kasmir muttered from the seat behind Jacen’s. “I’ve had enough of this wandering around.”

#jacen syndulla #trill gedyc #jacen syndulla x oc #janus kasmir #poe dameron #rey star wars #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #swr #star wars sequels #star wars sequels fan fic #writing stories is a kind of magic too