#Eight commandment

[theexodvs]

MRAs: What are you going to do to prevent women from lying about the identity about their children’s father?

Me: Catechize my daughters. I will tell them that intercourse with men who are not their husbands violates the seventh commandment, that lying about the identity of the father of their children violates the ninth commandment (and, if this lie makes its way to a birth certificate, a federal crime), and that extracting money from men who did not father their children or for purposes other than taking care of their children violates the eighth commandment. I will tell them that all these things are cosmic treason. And when catechizing my sons, I will tell them to avoid entanglement with women whose character demonstrates they might do these things. That is all I as one man can do to prevent others from engaging in sin.

MRAs: Oh, we won’t do that, because we intend to let the public school system and the tablet do our catechizing.

Me: So, what you’re telling me is that you expect civil magistrate to punish behavior in independent adults that you won’t tell your own children is wrong when they are young and under your headship?

MRAs: Yes. Because legislation always solves sociocultural problems.

[izzystizzys]

the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?

or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.

which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.

it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.

“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”

meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.

“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.

skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”

“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”

warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”

“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”

“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”

“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.

“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”

amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“

“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”

“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.

“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”

“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”

“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.

[wantonlywindswept]

forgotten fox ficbit

With Palpatine's dying breath, he curses Fox to be Forgotten.

(Fox isn't really bothered.)

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There was a personnel transfer authorization sitting in Marshal Commander Thorn's crowded inbox.

He didn't remember requesting a fourth commander. The Guard was in desperate need of one following Thire finding Palpatine's wrinkled ass dead in his office, and the ensuing shitshow about the former Chancellor being a Sith and also controlling the war from both sides. Interim Chancellor Organa was incredibly competent and parsecs better than their previous natborn overlord, but even he was being swamped by the uproar in the Senate and the peace talks with the Separatists and the doubled amount of assassination attempts and the petabytes and petabytes of datawork--

Thorn couldn't remember requesting another commander, but he also couldn't remember the last time he slept.

Commander Vertex stood calm and at the ready on the other side of Thorn's desk, all-black helmet tucked under his arm as he waited patiently for Thorn to remember how to read. His hair was stark white, and there were vine-like scars wrapped around his neck that disappeared down into his blacks. The remnants of Sith lightning, Thorn knew, now that they'd been briefed on what that kind of thing looked like. 

Vertex's file was sparse, mostly redacted, and marked him as coming from the Special Operations Brigade, which Thorn could entirely believe.

"This isn't part of an investigation, is it?" he blurted, brain-to-mouth filter entirely gone after five too many cups of caf and an inadvisable number of stims over the past month. "The Guard was already cleared of suspicion involving the former Chancellor's death--"

Vertex held up a hand. Thorn's mouth snapped shut. 

"It's not," Vertex said, his voice firm, reassuring. There was something about it that made Thorn relax, as if his beleaguered hindbrain knew that the other commander had everything under control.

Spec Ops troops were amazing.

"The GAR is just reallocating resources given the recent upheaval," Vertex continued. Thorn nodded along like that all made sense. "I'm here to help with anything you need."

The word 'help' triggered a sudden burst of manic hope in Thorn's chest, and he lurched forward across his desk, grabbing Vertex's free hand in both of his own. The commander didn't even blink at the sudden movement, calmly meeting Thorn's wide, desperate eyes.

"Can you--" Thorn struggled to keep from sounding like he was begging, which he definitely was. "Can you do datawork?"

Vertex's sigh was entirely exasperated, and the roll of his eyes oddly, familiarly fond.

"Yes, Thorn. I can do your datawork."

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Pt 2

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the ship in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple ships tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every ship in last place will be eliminated, even if all the ships have tied equally.

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the ship that you consider the best isn't listed here, hit the 'you forgot the best ship' option and reply to this post with the overlooked ship. The ship with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'you forgot the best ship' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated.Welcome to the fray, Kalluzeb!

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

...whew. That was a close finish.

Almost 3k votes and over 400 notes? Wow! Things are really heating up.

Despite a valiant attempt from the stans to save them once more, we must now sadly bid goodbye to Scoundress/Hanleia.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends!

Round Eight!

[redbean-nom]

fascinated by the implied fennec-ventress-phee friend group in tbb. even more interesting (funny) when you add boba in there during the tbobf era.

[ominouspuff]

just wanna say your art is PHENOMENAL! omfg your Commander Fox art has me screaming with how badass it is!

There’ll be no living with him now

Thank you so much!! This is sweet of you to reach out to say; I’m glad you’re enjoying!!

[munchiezxx]

this entirely BLEW my mind WHY IS HE HUGE WHAT THE FUCK

[ai-k1sser]

ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ JUMPSCARE

[eorzeashan]

Companion Quest: Lost Lives and Lost Stars MESSAGE: Commander -- when you have a moment, Eight wants to speak with you, privately.

Takes place at any given time during KOTXX, outside the Commander's chambers.

Eight does not answer when you approach, but offers a serene smile in place of a greeting. He respectfully folds his hands behind his back and stands at attention.

>What's so important to call me out here?

'Nothing in particular, but as a spy, I pride myself on knowing the going-ons of those around me. We haven't had a moment to ourselves since...well, every night thus far.'

>It's been hectic.

Eight's brows crease slightly. 'Indeed. I would ask how you have fared, but nothing prepares one for a war they were thrown into headfirst. Look after yourself, Commander. Most of us don't get many chances to say that.'

>(Alternate) I feel like I haven't had a good night's sleep since carbonite.

Eight tilts his head, the corner of his mouth pulling up subtly as if he wants to laugh, but refrains. 'You share the sentiment of our troops.' He takes on a more serious tone once more, and a sympathetic look in his deep eyes. 'I've only heard the basic details of what you've undergone, but...'

>It's nothing. I don't want your pity.

'It was not my intent to offend.' Eight bows apologetically with one hand touched to his chest, yet appears unfazed by your cold remark. 'I only wish to make sense of the person we follow. It takes a certain soul to survive this, after all.'

>I...don't exactly know what I'm doing. Or what is happening. It's all too much to take in.

>I've lost five years of my life. Five, long years, to a tyrant and a despot. The galaxy's moved on without me.

Eight pats the floor next to him, offering it as a seat to you. He listens intently as you tell your sordid tale, and offers no remarks until you have finished.

'There is still a place for you yet, Commander. You only have to find it. The passage of time is harsh, but you are not a relic of a bygone era, nor a tool to be discarded. Whatever challenge lays across your path...I know you will overcome. The question remains: is this your wish?'

>I wasn't exactly given much of a choice.

'Let's see to it that this time you do,' Eight intonates solemnly. A mirthful light enters his eyes. 'I'll even ready a shuttle for you, should you wish to shed your burdens and flee.'

>(Saboteur) Are you trying to sabotage me?

'Perish the thought,' He smiles fondly at you. 'No. I've simply come to know many who wore masks and titles of all sorts to bear the heavy roles they were given. I want to know who lies behind yours. If they'll continue to wear the mantle. Their strength, and their desire.'

>My wish?

'Do you desire this war, Commander?' Eight asks, without a hint of accusation or malice in the question. 'What is it that you fight for?'

>If it's for the good of the galaxy, I'll do what I have to.

'Noble,' Eight says, 'but what about yourself? What star did you come from, to appear out of thin air to fight for us? Forgive me if I overstep, but I would not believe the greater good is your only reason, regardless of what Lana and Koth say.'

>Vengeance. I want revenge against Zakuul, against Arcann for ruining my life.

'Then you'll have it.' Eight meets your fiery gaze coolly, and does not look away. 'But do not let it consume you. I am ever at your disposal, should you require my blade to fall on your enemies. You are not alone.'

>I'm still looking for that answer.

At this, Eight looks curiously satisfied. 'Yes. I would not expect you to. All of us here--are lost, bereft of our homes and purpose. We're still searching for reason in this war of ours. We'll find it with you, Commander, if you'll let us. If you'll let me.'

>What about you?

Eight looks a little surprised that you changed the subject to him, but quickly recovers. 'I am whoever is needed. After Imperial Intelligence's dissolution, that has been many things. By your leave, I hope to be more.'

>(Agent) We share that in common, at least.

He laughs. 'Should I call you Keeper, then?' You quickly wave him off.

>Sit and Contemplate

Eight breaks the silence. 'To be honest, Commander, I know little about you, or what drives you. Why you've been chosen, and why you continue to fight.' He turns to look at you. His hands stray close to yours, not quite touching. 'But I once gazed on a bright star...' He closes his eyes. 'One who shone bright only once, and never again. I see the same spark in you.

Whoever you are...whoever you choose to be, Commander or no, I am at your side.'

>Thank you, Eight.

[You get up to leave. The screen fades to black.]

[END]

[bbloveseevees]

PLEASE don’t tell me you’re gonna use the twink TarTar design for freelance agents

PLEASE

…

I’m so sorry, little one…

But I am…

That stupid design WON’T LEAVE MY HEAD

I’M A SUCKER FOR PHONEHEADS

[hanaasbananas]

me: hee hee hoo hoo the underworld saga is out! let me listen to it while I do my vacuuming I'm sure it'll be fun to listen to

Me, approximately 1 minute and 17 seconds into the first song:

[scientested]

It's like some kind of fucked up animal trapped in a robot's body to me

[guttersnarls]

Now and for always, a perpetual rise.  A followed illusion Your zenith fades into eternity

[makeshiftvoiid]

a message from kamabo co

[deathby-soda]

silly dumb thing

I drew these dumb things instead of doing work in math class. Not the smartest thing I’ve done. Live laugh love splatoon

[fryandleelasbigfling]

leela existential angst / depression episode LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO