#ResistCreate

[coburn-art]

The grinchy smile of the first character inspired this entire series. I look forward to creating more with this “heist blues” color schemes. Hopefully I will be getting a video up of the painted versions of these.

More to come!

-Coburn Art

[darthdescent]

@resistcre​

“DO NOT THINK this means you’ve WON, Rebel pilot.” He spits the word out in disgust. “You will fall...as will everything around you.” He talks of destruction so easily. “Care to watch with me ??”

[finaldisorder]

@resistcre​​ former general hugs reporting for duty, sir

ripping the badges from his uniform was both a liberating and horrifying experience for Hux. shedding the uniform entirely and donning some sort of common casual attire was very near demeaning for the military official-- but he had persevered and overcome far more trying tribulations in the past (and present). looser fitted cargo pants and an ill-fitted pull-over were the least of his problems. the stubble that began to grow on his jaw itched, and his spacer-white skin felt irritated by natural light as opposed to the bright lights upon ships. 

but it was still nothing in comparison to the company he kept now.

Hux knew the transition from enemy to ally wasn’t going to be easy. yes, he had fed them valuable information from the First Order personally, but that didn’t mean much, considering what he’d already done and been a part of. he betrayed his very livelihood, and turned his back on the First Order due to many reasons-- reasons that would remain his own business until the end. Hux expected dirty glares from Resistance members. he expected wide berths of those walking past and he even expected the spit insults - whether behind his back, or to his face. he expected to be as lonely as he had always been. but not only was he lonely now, his position at the bottom of the chain again was very reminiscent of his childhood.

the redhead is almost thankful for the footfalls that pull him from his thoughts, but when he flicks his gaze away from the treeline and to the individual approaching, he rather wishes the planet would just swallow him whole. his military upbringing forces him to stand, out of respect for superior officers, though he opts for taking a stand-easy as opposed to taking attention. really, he just doesn’t think they’re as formal as he’s accustomed to. it isn’t out of disrespect at all. at least that’s what he’d make others believe. 

“ Sir, ” he clips, not even bothering to hide the distaste in his features. he refuses to use Dameron’s appropriate rank or title. Hux still had his dignity after all. “ Is there something I can do for you? ” each word is bitten. almost growled. he really just wants to be left alone, but that was nigh impossible with Dameron flitting about. Hux needs time to adjust. he hasn’t been given such freedom in... all his life.

[smallbeansfromspace]

Phel nods, wiping his tears. The other man’s smile was oddly reassuring. “Ah.. I have my blaster..” he says taking it out and holding it out to Poe.

Mitaka waits with the man until he’s finished arranging the transport and then he waits for his transport. He sits, fidgeting lightly at the curious gazes. He didn’t feel threatened though.

MITAKA

Mitaka looks up at him and sniffles softly. “I-I’m sorry..I’ve n-never known anything but the Order..I was b-born into it..my mother died when I was young and my f-father through me into the a-academy to follow i-in his footsteps..” He shakes his head and sighs, trying to smother the panic. “I’m p-pretty sure Hux is the only reason I’m still alive..”

He chews his bottom lip worriedly for a minute, eyes flickering over Poe’s face, trying to judge the man’s sincerity before slowly nodding. “I-I want to go with y-you..it will be a big a-adjustment but I want to t-try..” He says, rubbing his neck lightly.

Poe was, if nothing else, a relatively patient man in scenarios where it mattered most. As Mitaka spoke through his internal conflict, the commander waited until he was finished and had made a decision before he flashed a smile. 

“Good lad. My ship only fits the pilot but I can get you on a cruiser heading for our base,” he explained. “You’ll be searched there to ensure you’re not carrying anything potentially harmful to us. I’ll send word to the General. I’m sure she’d be eager to speak with you once you’ve settled.”

[coburn-art]

Okay everyone @ fall guys and tell them I should make skins for them.

-Coburn Art

[smallbeansfromspace]

The small man shifts, seemingly nervous. He hadn’t really thought that far ahead. He just knew he couldn’t stay with the First Order anymore. He’d ditched his uniform at the port on the last planet and took the first shuttle out. The only part of him that might give him away was his blaster. He knew Hux was probably pissed he’d just lost his favorite pet due to Ren’s stupidity but he couldn’t think about that.

“Um... anywhere but back the way I came?” He says. He lets out a nervous laugh and runs a shaky hand through his hair. “I-I don’t think I r-really have a place to g-go..” he says, slightly under his breath.

“Excuse me, sir.. I seem to be lost.”

“Where are you headed?” How nonchalant, how casual he could be in the face of just about anything. Even now, cocking his head just faintly to the side to assess the man with a friendly gaze, though beneath it he was carefully dissecting his every move.

[smallbeansfromspace]

Mitaka looks up at him and sniffles softly. “I-I’m sorry..I’ve n-never known anything but the Order..I was b-born into it..my mother died when I was young and my f-father through me into the a-academy to follow i-in his footsteps..” He shakes his head and sighs, trying to smother the panic. “I’m p-pretty sure Hux is the only reason I’m still alive..”

He chews his bottom lip worriedly for a minute, eyes flickering over Poe’s face, trying to judge the man’s sincerity before slowly nodding. “I-I want to go with y-you..it will be a big a-adjustment but I want to t-try..” He says, rubbing his neck lightly.

smallbeanfromspace

The smaller man makes a choked noise at being called a deserter but he guessed he had. He’d never thought he’d be pushed to this point but he had reached his breaking point. His body wasn’t made to be thrown around by the force.

“N-no.. I disabled the tracker on the ship.” He glances around the planet and shakes his head. “This is the last place they’d expect me to be..kriff.. my father’s probably pissed..oh maker..I-I’m dead…” he mumbles, running a shaking hand through his hair as tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I-I couldn’t take it anymore.. t-the abuse..” he says, tugging his collar down to reveal bruises around his neck from a few days ago. “L-Lord Ren has l-lost his mind…w-with Snoke gone h-he does whatever h-he wants!” He shakes his head, letting out a shaky breath and scrubbing at his face.

“Whoa, hey, take some breaths there, buddy. They don’t know where you are yet and that gives you time.” Poe’s hands lifted, palms down in a sort of ‘calm down’ gesture, as if the very notion itself could ease the distressed man. He wasn’t force sensitive and therefore the gesture was merely that: a simple action, nothing more. But there was concern in Dameron’s face that developed slowly, increasing when the bruises were revealed to him. 

He knew Ren was a bastard but not to what extent. The evidence was clear enough before him. 

“The Resistance can help you. It’s a safe place and you wouldn’t be the only deserter there. If that doesn’t suit you then I can get you somewhere safe and you can plan your next course of action from there.”

[smallbeansfromspace]

The smaller man makes a choked noise at being called a deserter but he guessed he had. He’d never thought he’d be pushed to this point but he had reached his breaking point. His body wasn’t made to be thrown around by the force.

“N-no.. I disabled the tracker on the ship.” He glances around the planet and shakes his head. “This is the last place they’d expect me to be..kriff.. my father’s probably pissed..oh maker..I-I’m dead...” he mumbles, running a shaking hand through his hair as tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I-I couldn’t take it anymore.. t-the abuse..” he says, tugging his collar down to reveal bruises around his neck from a few days ago. “L-Lord Ren has l-lost his mind...w-with Snoke gone h-he does whatever h-he wants!” He shakes his head, letting out a shaky breath and scrubbing at his face.

MITAKA

“My name is Dopheld Mitaka.” He says quietly. He was a bit nervous that the other would recognize his name and not want to help him. He certainly knew who he was. He wasn’t much of a fighter but he had graduated top of his class and maintained high scores in the training simulations so if things did go awry he could atleast defend himself.

He bites his lip and looks away. “I-I’m honestly n-not sure many p-people will want the risk of h-having me.. I’m a runaway a-and I’ve angered s-some pretty powerful p-people..” he mumurs. He figured it would be better to be honest now than for the other to find out later.

The only indication he gave of recognition was a slight furrow of his brow. A lieutenant of the First Order. Of course Dameron knew of him. At least, bare essentials. This seemed a petty ploy to get under the commander’s skin and he was the kind of man to give anyone the benefit of the doubt regardless of circumstance. If this was a high ranking deserter then concerns were certainly high.

That was to say: Poe was willing to hear him out.

“You deserted.” It was a question as much as it was a statement, an observation punctuated by a loft of a bushy brow. “Do they know you’re here?”

[smallbeansfromspace]

“My name is Dopheld Mitaka.” He says quietly. He was a bit nervous that the other would recognize his name and not want to help him. He certainly knew who he was. He wasn’t much of a fighter but he had graduated top of his class and maintained high scores in the training simulations so if things did go awry he could atleast defend himself.

He bites his lip and looks away. “I-I’m honestly n-not sure many p-people will want the risk of h-having me.. I’m a runaway a-and I’ve angered s-some pretty powerful p-people..” he mumurs. He figured it would be better to be honest now than for the other to find out later.

From [x] // @smallbeanfromspace​

Something had happened, that much was painfully evident and not merely from the man’s uncertainty, his clear anxiety. Poe wasn’t one to ask too many questions too quickly, certainly not to someone who’d evidently been through enough, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t gauge the man’s true alignment through other methods. Should the other’s interest and intentions be well-placed, there very well could be room for him in the Resistance. 

“There’s a cantina about a mile behind me. Generally someone’s always there looking to trade credits for work. You got a name?””