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“For research purposes. If I have to explain it, does that make it a poor attempt?”

“I guess it does. Though, it could also be because you didn’t choose the brightest test-subject, or you wrongfully misread the relationship between you and the test-subject.”

“Or, I’m just dumb.” 

#c: eon #c: eon2

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☯, ♥, ☆

☯: First impression of your muse

“That was ages ago, wow. i think… if I search deep enough, I thought you were a little arrogant punk. I mean, still do, but now more like a taller respectable punk.”

♥: Small way to show your muse they care

Terry is incredible conscious of not catching Sal in a bad mood, or trying to make being the Captain, and being his little punk self, as easy for him as possible. He doesn’t go straight to Sal when he’s back, because he doesn’t want to annoy the other with all his questions and requests, instead he takes care of things behind the curtains, and has Sal fill in the blanks. It leaves more space for them to talk normally. Aside from that, Terry really doesn’t mind it when others come to him instead of the Captain, and will say only good things about him, to a point where he will stand up to others if he hears them talk shit about Sal. 

☆: What they miss about your muse when they’re apart

The empty space there is to have a conversation, the silence and resilience. The friendship mostly.

#salgodkiller

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Mind if my comet enters your solar system?

Eon, what are you getting at? Is that an attempt at flirting?

#artificialautonomy

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#face

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★☆

★: First thing that changes when they realize they care about your muse

I don’t even recall a time before I cared about you. Was there ever? If there was, it was only a little while, I think. First time I saw you, I already knew I cared for you immensely. 

☆: What they miss about your muse when they’re apart

Yeah, you know, just you, just you standing there all smiles and adorableness and fierce presentation. I feel a lot more whole when I am in your company, and incredibly lonely when I’m not.

#dormant-violet #headcanon

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♥, ❧

♥ Small way to show your muse they care

Terry always checks the logs when he gets back to see if Eon has been cared for. And whenever he is away he looks to see if he can find someone who can help Eon with his strange code problem. 

❧ Random affectionate headcanon

Terry put one hand on Eon’s shoulder, despite the other being much taller than him. “It’s going to be fine, Eon. Just trust me, okay, I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about it, isn’t that what I do?” He smiled.

#artificialautonomy #headcanon

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artificialautonomy‌:

“If he was so concerned about a low profile, he wouldn’t have let me on board.” Less of a joke and more of a fact, even if allowing a walking time bomb roam a contained tin can is funny. The captain gripes and his words are heavy handed, but Eon trusts his decisions. Still, he knows mentioning the captain is just another way of stalling. He focuses on the grip over his shoulder as Valen strikes over thoughts. Remembering the mess of blood on hands, and Valen’s widening eyes.

“It was not an accident.” Eon still does not look at Tercrai. He doesn’t want to see the expression on their face shift. “I was helping Valen clear the Derelict of the hutts soldiers. I blacked out, and when I came to, Valen was down. I had my hands around his throat and the blaster was still hot.” His voice spirals away from even-toned control, overwhelmed with a foreign desperation. He places his hand over Tercrai’s. “I took him to the med bay myself, believe me when I say I would have never done that in my right mind. Please.” Eon has already witnessed the distance passengers are putting between themselves and him, as well as some members of the crew. He doesn’t blame any of them, not one. But he still holds onto Tercrai, and his eyes finally drift upwards. “I cannot explain it in a way that might ease your worries because I do not understand it. But I believe the state of my mind is becoming worse. Small mistakes are becoming dangerous for others.” Finally, he lets go, realizing he had been gripping Tercrai’s hand tightly. “I need at least a diagnostics check… but there is no one that can fix this, not on this ship. No one that can tell me if it can be done for sure, or quickly.” He falls quiet, because he has run out of solutions that do not involve him leaving the ship. “I am sorry, for the worry I’ve caused you.”

Terry listened, but his frown grew deeper and his worry darker too. There was something about the situation that never sat right with him. Terry liked Eon, he was glad for Eon’s company, he was glad for Eons help around the ship, all in all, if Eon was there, things were a lot more bearable. But there were issues when it came to him, and that meant that they all had to deal with it, but Sal was never going to give up on Eon, at least, not as far as he knew, so neither would Terry. If he could fight for him, he would, he was part of the crew after all, and Terry protected the crew. 

He smiled then, but it was wary. “Eon, listen. We will find a way to fix this. I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but sadly for the Jedi, you are my crew, not them. So I will do what I can to protect you.” He paused, shook his head. “Just letting you know, you probably should stay away from Doc and the medbay for a while, okay, let me or Sal or the both of us sort it out.” He ignored the tight grip on his hand. He does because he doesn’t want Eon to worry about him. “And we will sort it out.” 

#c: eon #c: eon1 #thread: robot buddy #//cries

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Our Ship is Falling Apart || Zuriel & Tercrai

zabrakzur‌:

“nothing else, terryperry,” he replies with a playful little grin and another friendly bump against the older man’s shoulder. “not right now at least. but later we should sit together over dinner, i want to hear the rest of your stories from when you were gone. let me live vicariously through you.” he laughs lightly as he says it, then reaches up to ruffle his own hair.

“oh and do me a favour, yeah? next time you go planetside, get yourself those women. i’m quite certain you’ll change your mind about the height part soon enough.” he throws a wink at his friend, then turns his attention back to the business at hand, pulling a different tool from his belt and getting back to work with a single-minded focus that indicates he won’t be listening to anything else.

Terry shook his head at ‘terryperry’ but let it slide, he was okay with nicknames, but this one was terrible. Also, Terry was already a nickname, and very few people called him Tercrai, unless if they didn’t know him. Zur was one of the few who gave his nickname a nickname. “Oh, of course, I’ll tell you many tall tales if you like, invent some strange side-characters, perhaps conjure up a love-interest,” Terry joked, he wasn’t so great at telling tall tales though. 

He laughed as Zur said his strange farewell, all dramatics ensured, bout women and getting laid. Oh, this boy. He just waved the other goodbye with a flick of his hand and watched as Zur melted together with his work again, so much flow that it was almost as if he was part of the ship, fixing himself bit by bit. Terry was always impressed by the other’s focus, wished he had that too sometimes. It was incredible since it meant that Terry felt that nobody else was better at keeping the ship flying. 

end.

#c: zur #c: zur1 #thread: our ship is falling apart #//I love these two!!

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Lift || Pom & Tercrai

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Terry smiled warmly as Pom offered her apology, though not technically, but she was quick to admit her flaws. He was just happy that he had been there when he was, helping out people was... well, usually his crew, but he liked Pom, she was sweet and innocent and reminded him of Ethon. Didn’t all young girls. No, it wasn’t just that, it was this sweet smile and kindness, together with some hidden fierceness there too, that made Terry think of her. 

“Or perhaps the sight distracted you?” he asked with a grin, and helped Pom further down the pathway. “We can get you some space boats if you want?”

@ofpomonas

#c: pom #c: pom1 #thread: lift

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Positive Interactions Headcanon; My muse's...

☮: Favourite thing about your muse

☯: First impression of your muse

♠: Favourite thing to do with your muse

Ω: Favourite feature of your muse's

♤: Way they apologize to your muse

♣: How they hold your muses hand

♧: How they kiss your muse

♡: How they hug your muse

♥: Small way to show your muse they care

♦: What they would buy because it reminds them of your muse

♢: How they share a bed with your muse

♔: How they like to cuddle your muse

♛: Pet name for your muse

★: First thing that changes when they realize they care about your muse

☆: What they miss about your muse when they're apart

☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they're asleep

❥: Anything else you can think of [specify]

❧: Random affectionate headcanon

#everyone wants to know what Terry thinks about them #right? #meme

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Present the blind facts || Doc & Tercrai

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he sighs deeply when he’s asked about the whole eon thing, giving a shrug of his shoulders after a moment. “i don’t know the specifics of what happened. i’m quite certain he short-circuited again somewhere in that tin can brain of his and aimed in the utterly wrong direction again. i don’t quite care what exactly happened, the consequences are already more than enough for me to deal with.” he shakes his head lightly, brushing it off, a frown of annoyance temporarily appearing on his face before that, too, is brushed off.

“we did get someone aboard who claims to be a medic, but he’s a student with the basic information in his brain at best. i haven’t really had the time to teach him much more so far, but he certainly isn’t going to be a help any time soon. i’ll be putting more time into teaching him anything of worth than i will get out of him before they all jump ship again, i’m sure.”

there’s a pause there, doc putting his hands against the edge of the counter behind him and leaning back with a sigh. “i’m not the person to ask these things of, tercrai,” he says then. “i’m overworked and severely undersupplied. if there is anything i know it’s that i need everyone else to do their jobs better so that mine won’t be this exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, no, I understand. I’ll have a word with Eon, if need be have on with Sal as well, see if there is anything we can do to make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he paused. “And I know I say that far too often, but he’s a part of the crew, I don’t want to give up on him so easily.” Terry offered a rare and wary smile, very much unlike his often warm smiles. 

Terry noted it down about the medic. Or not medic. Claims to be a medic. That was... concerning. But it wasn’t a big problem, not right now at least. “Can you use him? Or should we think of other tasks he can do? I don’t want to make the situation any less terrible for you, so if we can make small changes to make it easier, we should.” Because Terry was a very punctual and organized man. Which should be obvious just from the sight of his obvious hand terminal. His loyal pad. 

Terry almost sighed, but he didn’t want to take the emotion away from the Doc. He got the other’s frustration though. He was always trying to make things easier for others, but often others made it harder for him. “I’m sorry, Doc. It’s far more... complicated than it usually is when I get back. I’m trying to find my bearing again. Trying to understand what is happening on the ship. And I know I ask too many questions, but you know the crew, they don’t all like to answer them,” he said with a reluctant smile. 

#c: doc #c: doc1 #thread: present the blind facts

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Robot Buddy || Eon & Tercrai

artificialautonomy‌:

He didn’t know what to call it, this hurried need to pace the halls. Filling his time by walking from each section to the ship and back, over and over. Asking Sal for a job only to be turned away with a sharp glance and locked jaw. Zuriel would only gift him a holographic puzzle that glitched periodically and had missing pieces. Everyone else had their own worries to entertain, so he occupies himself with this useless task. He can still sense someone behind him by a few meters. If his mind were in the right place, he’d be able to tell who it is by the rhythm of their walk. But it takes a voice for him to connect to a face.

“Tercrai…” And Eon comes to a dead stop, finally looking at the navigator. “Is something wrong?” Eon’s eyes drop down, as if he’s following a trail of worried thoughts. The odd sensation returns. Overwhelming, Impending. Uncomfortable. He wonders if Tercrai had already heard about his mistake. If it would change anything. “You’ve been gone…” Said slowly, as if he’s reminding himself of that. Days certainly felt longer without Tercrai’s company. Eon had grown used to the absence, but it’s not something he wants to be familiar with. “When did you return? Fair warning, you might have a new roommate now.”

Terry stopped just a few meters away from Eon, before crossing the distance. He smiled charmingly, warmly, kindly, all these emotions fluttering by, glad to see everyone of the crew still alive. “Yes, but... we’ll take about that in a bit, first I get to say how glad I am to see you again, my friend.” He grinned. “It’s been... no clue, couple of weeks. Long enough though. I figured nothing would happen while I was gone, but I was very, very wrong. Wasn’t I? Jedi, hutts? You would think Sal knows how to keep a low profile...” 

He paused, put one hand on Eon’s shoulder. “Okay, listen, we better get this over with, okay. I spoke to Doc, he said some things that confused me, and you know me, I have to be sure of EVERYTHING. What happened with the jedi?” 

#c: eon #c: eon1 #thread: robot buddy #//he doesn't like to turn around the problem #//he needs to know right away

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New Pilot || Tercrai & Joules

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Nobody on the ship was in danger from Joules, unless they endangered him first. Like Zuriel had in their little spat. Thankfully, it hadn’t come to blows, but he didn’t want to think about it, otherwise he’d get angry all over again. He waited until Tercrai had turned and began working on the cooking again. It smelled delicious, and Joules could feel his empty stomach pinching itself with anticipation. He rambled a little about what had been bothering him, finally, and listened to Terry’s response.

Joules didn’t like the sound of having to face Aodhan, but he didn’t like the sound of a lot of things. Maybe it wouldn’t kill him to finally just find some time to talk to him and stop pretending like he didn’t recognize him. As if he couldn’t recognize that face he’d woken up next to time and again anywhere else in the universe. He took a deep breath an nodded slowly. “I guess you’re right. It’s just. Hard to do. I think it might seem worse than it actually is because… well. I’ve never really had to face my past like that before,” he said, shrugging lightly. “Have you? I mean, have you ever walked away from a… very important friend because you thought it was for the best? Not because of anything they did, but because you felt you weren’t good for them?”

Terry took the food from the stove as Joules replied back to him once again, he liked this idea of having to give advice. Not everyone came to him if they needed it, but Terry liked to think he was pretty approachable, that people actually thought he had some great things to say, and not just that, but that he also said things that amounted to something. After all, you didn’t live to forty just because you had a charming smile. Though, he liked to think it had something to do with that too. 

He started to put the food in bowls, and put the lid on the full pot so anyone could have it if they wanted, then he walked back to the table and presented Joules with the rice and red sauce he had wipped up. Lots of vegetables that were healthy. “Oh yes, it will never not be hard, but that doesn’t mean you should walk away from it either. Sometimes it’s worth it, to do the hard things.” 

Then Joules asked his question and it was almost as if he had known, Terry smiled a little awkwardly, but it soon turned kindly as he remembered Ethon. “Actually, yes, that seems the one thing in my whole life that has completely shaped it. Her name was Ethon, she was like a daughter to me, but I couldn’t stay and pretend to be anything to her except for trouble. But trust me, if I knew where to find her now, I would not hesitate twice. But I made a decision, to leave her because I thought it was for the best. Take it from me, it still haunts me to the day. I know I made the wrong decision.” 

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Robot Buddy || Eon & Tercrai

He had frowned when Doc had told him that Eon had attacked one of the Jedi, he had frowned mostly because he couldn’t imagine it haven’t happened without good reason. Which was dumb, because he knew enough about Eon to know it might as well have. But he would always give his own people the benefit of the doubt. His crew came first, including in these kind of matters. And knowing Eon, whatever had gone wrong, it did not deserve harshness, but it did require understanding. So he had taken Doc’s knowledge into account, and as soon as time permitted, he went to look for the droid. 

Terry knew how to find Eon on the ship, simply track him on the cams and be quick enough to catch him along the many corridors. He speed-walked through the ship until he tracked him down near the service area. “Eon! Slow down!” 

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#c: eon #c: eon1 #thread: robot buddy #//small but nice?

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Take Care || Violet & Tercrai

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In Komorebi, gender roles did not exist and even greater than that they did not believe in the concept of biological co-parenting only. Instead, they raised the children as a community with the older teenagers helping with small chores, the adults helping rear them properly, and the elders guiding and disciplining them as necessary. So Violet never knew who in the group was her real parents, and frankly did not care to know. It did not matter who’s genetics she shared with, it only mattered that she felt loved by everyone. Though everyone had equal roles in the upbringing, everyone had their favorites and Violet was no exception. She clung to Rose, the eldest of the group who had come from another village to trade years ago and fell in love. When she first encountered Cappy, his mannerisms was reflective of Rose’s and thus Violet instantly related to him. Though the bonding came from the loneliness behind his eyes, and the call from the force telling her to stay. However, she also had an adult she admired and secretly hoped to marry as a child. That was Burdock, a man who was soft on everyone he met though he came of as brusque. Violet never really saw Sal as similar to Burdock, but upon hearing the laugh of Tercai, she knew him to be his equal. 

“Terry!!” Violet shouts running over and clinging to him instantly, something she only did with Terrai and not her captain. “I couldn’t fully participate but I was there! I came for the moment but I saw some girl left behind and I went after her.” She explained, Rowan had fell unconscious before loading on the ship and Violet sensed something as she ran to find the girl calling to her. “She must have a really strong connection to the force, I usually can’t hear people’s voices!” She explained before taking his hand in hers, “have you met the others? Any fascinating ones yet?” She inquired excitedly, she would ask the other crew members but they just shrugged saying they were like any other jedi’s. “I’m glad you are enjoying this, everyone else seems so unimpressed…but it’s Rey’s prodigy’s! How exciting!!” 

If he had to compare any of his new crew-members to his old, the fondest of them would be Violet, for she reminded him of Ethon. Such kindness and strive in her eyes, such determination and sweetness. A child who could go far, if she wanted to. He saw her and knew instantly that he was glad to be returned to the ship. He could not find Ethon again, but being here with Violet warmed his heart. For a moment he could forget his sorrows and just be a man on a ship with his crew. 

He gladly hugged her back and finally letting her go when she began speaking. She had such enthusiasm in her voice, he felt loved by her, and in return he loved her. Terry had heard about the last of the jedi who was unconscious in med-bay, heard and seen. Doc had his hands full, but Violet seemed to help, so did the new medic on the ship. “Actually, I haven’t had the chance to talk with them yet. You know the drill. I get back, I go to you, to cap, to doc, and usually to Zur, and then I make my reports. And then! I can have fun. I did meet the new pilot, fascinating young man.”

“I am incredibly excited of course. All these new guests, perhaps Sal will send us on a wild chase through the galaxy to find Rey, heh?” He said with a smile. “Now, tell me, I’ve been away too long, how have you been?” 

#c: violet #c: violet1 #thread: take care

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salgodkiller‌:

despite the years sal has etched into his skin, known about how to fly and how to fall and how little difference there is between the two, he doesn’t consider himself a well-oiled machine when it comes to filling in for the duties and puzzle pieces of his crew members when they leave, the silhouetted cut-outs of their forms missing from his atmosphere more frequently than he’d like, their expertise harder to mimic than he’d like. he has little skill of his own when it comes to tricks other than burning in airless space, other than gnashing his teeth and raging against the prongs of fate and gravity. he leads, that’s what he does, that’s who he is, and the rest is confetti.

when his last pilot left, he wasn’t any good at filling in that format. and when his public liaison disappeared from his side for months on end, he had no tempered replacement to offer. this is what he blames for the catastrophe of the past few weeks.

not that he would ever make an accusation out of it, not to his right-hand, his navigator, his adjucant, especially when terry rounds the corner and smiles at him with that familiar warmth as though they’ve never been away, as though nothing could have ever happened in his absence. sal doesn’t smile back at him, but the muscles in his shoulders relax slightly, a microscopic tension releasing from him like a breath. “about time you came to see me, aloncruz.” he puts down the tablet he’d been taking notes on, squaring himself towards the other with as regal a demeanor as he can muster, back straight, arms behind him, jaw sharp and cut, eyes gold and clear. “how much have you heard about the mess with the hutt cartel?”

terry’s smart and well-connected, he’s bound to know all about it by now.

“Excuse me, about time?” Terry shook his head, but he was still smiling. It was best for both of them that Terry had not engaged in conversation with the captain when he had come back, Sal had not looked good. And now Terry was prepared to know why that was, what had happened, what had changed, Doc’s warnings. 

“By now, almost everything. What’s left of the haul we took? Because we will need all of it, probably, for repairs and filling up stocks. A disaster to say the least. I am just back from Doc’s, pretty sure this is the worst of times that I’ve come back to the ship. Personally, I feel a little left out, you could’ve waited for me before you made all this chaos, I would’ve liked to be around for it. Please promise me you’ll take me along next time?”

He paused then, aware of how much he was filing up the space between them with words. “Doc told me you got shot twice, you okay?” 

#c: sal #c: sal1 #thread: oh captain my captain #//sorry my reply is so short D: