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TMNT 2003/2K3 Headcanon: Crying - (Raphael)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Alrighty then, lockdown has officially started here. :/ *Unenthusiastic streamers fly* Oh well, look what we have all the time in the world for: WRITING! *Enthusiastic streamers fly* Not too much extra to add in this regard since the last headcanon (thanks a bunch for the likes btw, guys :D ), so I guess we’ll just get right into it. :)

Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!  

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But… well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO

RAPHAEL - You are here

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Uhhh... *Shrugs shoulders*

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

Well, you’re just gonna have to scroll down to find him, Master Splinter. ;) I really didn’t know what to add so... *Shrugs* And look at da squishy Turtle Tots, dey so cuuuuute!!! <3 

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~RAPHAEL~

– With his infamous hotheadedness and quick capacity for battle, it’s of course natural at first for one to expect Big Bad Raphie-Boy to be completely opposed to the very thought of crying. He is the resident ‘tough guy’ after all.  

– However, this notion couldn’t be farther from the truth: sure, he can be brash, quick to temper and lash out at those that give him enough incentive to, but underneath that rockhard exterior beats the heart of a real softie, and when something truly upsets that tender muscle, you can bet Mr. Hothead’s not going to try too hard to keep the tears at bay. 

– He’s as passionate as he is headstrong, and reining in such powerful emotions proves to be difficult at most times for him, so out of the four of them, and given the right circumstances, Raph can be surprisingly easy to get the tears flowing.

-- He’s no crybaby by a long shot, mind you, but he also knows that holding back on the waterworks is pointless and makes one just feel worse in the long run. If you’re going to cry, just cry. Simple as that. 

-- Like all of his brothers, Red can’t handle the thought of losing any of his family and close friends. It tears him apart inside and he’ll desperately attempt to protect and prevent anything terrible from happening to them, but when it does, he’s an emotional wreck and doesn’t always know how to handle his distress.  

– His initial reaction is to be by their sides before becoming outraged, and depending on the different situations, it’s not uncommon for him to also nag and pass remarks at the injured brother(s). It’s the only real way of expressing his fear of losing them before dampness starts forming in his eyes.

– Despite his tough guy front, he’s not against crying in front of his family and friends at all. He knows his place and doubts a few tears will have them seeing  him in a different light, particularly his father/master and brothers for they’ve seen the worst in him on many occasions. 

– It’s only when a particularly harsh meltdown wishes to happen does Raph choose to spare them the sideshow; he knows it’s not a pretty sight, so before the sniffling begins, he leaves the Lair and heads topside for some much needed air.

– He chooses the nearby rooftops as his destination; the ideal location to let go of the ever building waves of raw emotion that continue to grip at his chest, and by the time he makes it up the fire escape ladder, he spares little time letting out a rough growl in frustration, kicking an air vent a couple of times for good measure.

 -- With some rage and frustration now out of his system, he heads on over to the brick wall and turns his back to it, roughly sliding down into a sitting position and exhales a dismal sigh. As he subconsciously replays the earlier events through his mind, he finally allows the next phase of his sorrow to surface unbridled. 

-- He dolefully holds his head in one hand and balances it on a single knee pad as the tears now begin to flow freely.

– They instantly soak into his mask, and he grits his teeth as he feels the surges of emotion wrack his entire body. He doesn’t characteristically whimper or sob when crying, but he coughs a lot, and his nostrils leak like a faucet, forcing him to frequently sniff and snort just in order to breathe. This is the very reason why he refuses to really break down in front of the the others; not because of his tenacity, but because he simply finds the whole affair gross. His family certainly didn’t need to hear him constantly hacking up a lung and sounding like an untuned trumpet every time he blew his nose.

– The episode doesn’t last too long, though, much to his delight, and after some more thorough nasal clearing, Raph then wipes at his still somewhat wet eyes and mask before drawing out another -now exhausted- sigh. 

-- He’d begin gradually twirling a single sai around whilst he collected his thoughts. It felt more natural to keep his hands busy than have them being static when he was feeling this way. As his demeanor altered, so did the actions he performed with it.  

– He wouldn’t return to his family just yet for there was still some brooding left to be done... At least that was what he’d convinced himself he was doing. He wanted a clear head when he returned so for now, he’d remain in place on the rooftop in the crisp air with the city bursting with life just below him. 

-- He had to admit, it was certainly the best place for him to be with his thoughts. Comforting in fact. A true New Yorker at heart.

BONUS EXTRA~

– Aside from having everyone special to him perish, one of Raph’s greatest fears is his inability to fully control his own temper. On more than one occasion has it gotten out of hand and thus resulted in him injuring his own brothers, and it had shaken him to the core each time. 

– He’s come to the realization that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to reigning in his own inner rage, and it uneases him immensely that it could happen again and he’s fully aware that the probability is higher than he cares to admit. The more he concerns himself with it, the more it upsets him and thus, the tears of frustration start. 

– Fortunately, his bros are there for him and can tell when he’s feeling low about it. They know the best course of action is to have a light-hearted conversation about it with him and offer their reassurances... With Mikey of course adding his own two cents on the matter in his unique Mikey style, which usually involves poking fun at his brother in red and causing Raph to go from broody to enraged in record breaking time. Just how it should be.

– Not only is Raph A-okay with crying himself, but he’s often first on the emotional support committee to offer the shoulder of comfort to his friends, amazingly enough, and he’s actually pretty decent at it too. Though, not for absolutely everyone; he has his limitations when he knows someone’s really just blubbering for attention.

– He wasn’t always so accepting of shedding tears, though: as a very young Turtle Tot, he often thought of it as being too ‘babyish’ for him to do and thus despised it whenever something happened to cause him to tear up. 

– It took Master Splinter a rather surprisingly lengthy amount of time to change his perception of crying. No amount of explanations on how it was a perfectly natural expression of emotion would sway his son. 

– It got so out of hand that Raph would be in utter denial about crying right in front of his father, even while the latter would be staring at his tear-stained face directly in front of him. “M‘not cryin’,” the little Turtle would sniff. “Cryin’s fah sissies.” 

-- Splinter could only sigh and shake his head as he knelt down to embrace his son. When could he feel that Raphael would not fight the closeness, he’d give him the same lecture again, and Raph would finally succumb to his emotions and sob into his father’s robe whilst Splinter comfortingly rubbed his shell.

-- He could only guess that his words finally got through to his son for ever since that day, Raph’s entire attitude had altered for the better on the subject.

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

From the moment you entered the Lair, you could clearly see something was up; Mikey was nursing an obvious wrist injury with a bag of frozen peas and hovering around Donny’s work area, complaining about the swelling to the purple-banded Turtle, who appeared to be paying little attention towards his ‘younger’ sibling as his back was turned.

"Hi, (Y/N).” 

You visibly jumped at the voice behind you and briskly turned, only to meet Leonardo’s placid form, and he swiftly apologized for the start. 

After the formal greeting, you gestured with a thumb in confusion at the former scene with an added, “Do I want to know?”

The leader’s facial features altered to a more serious aspect. “The end result of testing Raph’s patience,” he offered, which instantly had you more than a little concerned. Sure, Mikey could come off as being annoying, but to go so far as to physically harm him? 

“Are you sure it’s not worse than ‘just a sprain’?” You overheard the injured brother asking Donny, whose focus remained on a contraption of sorts you couldn’t quite make out on his desk.

“Yes, Mikey, you’ll live,” he responded with just a hint of weariness. “But no swinging your nunchucks around for a coupla days,” which was met with a typical whine in response from his patient. 

“It’s really not as bad as he makes it out to be,” Leo then added, turning your attention back towards him. Though you didn’t express it, you were grateful to hear the good news.

"Where is he now?” 

“Topside most likely.” Of course. It didn’t surprise you in the least that Raph had chosen to head there and you quickly set a course for the surface. “Need an escort?” The leader in blue offered, to which you politely declined. You knew he needed no further explanation. 

As you pushed back the manhole cover and made your way towards the nearest fire escape ladder, you were unable to put aside the various speculations as to why your special Turtle would hurt his own brother... Well, you would be kidding yourself to say you didn’t have at least one very plausible theory in mind, but as you neared the top of the ladder, the guesswork was instantly dropped and replaced with trepidation for you knew how Raph felt about injuring family. 

To put it simply, you were going to be dealing with a very dejected Turtle, and true to form, as you peered over the top of the building, the iconic emerald green hide and red mask tails met your sight. 

This was Raph’s favorite spot to gather his thoughts after all, so it was a no-brainer decision to begin the search there, and it was clear as day that it was exactly what he was doing for he made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he remained seated against the wall in a slouching position and gaze locked out front. 

As expected, he appeared to be moping. “Hey, Raphie,” you greeted, clambering over the wall. 

You were unable to tell if he had been aware you were nearby for he made no prior indication but instead merely replied with a gloomy, “’Sup, Kiddo?” No movement whatsoever. 

It amused you whenever he chose to refer to you by that nickname, especially since you were both the same age, but as you ambled on over towards him, you were left anything but amused as your former notion was set in stone when you caught the telltale signs of wet stains under his eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed ‘ol Red crying, but it didn’t prevent your heart from breaking all the same. Something about seeing the bullheaded bad boy in tears left you in a real state of dismay, so without invitation, you seated yourself next him, affectionately leaning against his side, but before the consoling could begin, you had to gently ask, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Ugh, it was so stupid! Mikey wouldn’t quit goin’ on n’ on about beatin’ me in the Battle Nexus tournament and kept rubbin’ it in our faces about becomin’ the champ,” he exclaimed with shockingly little provocation, sniffing loudly. “I jus’ got so sick’ve it this time, an’ it’s not like we neva duked it out before or nothin’ but... I went too far this time, (Y/N), ya know?” 

He still refused to look at you as he began to wipe away some fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

Your assumption had been correct all along; you acknowledged full well how Mikey’s triumphant achievement grated on Raph’s last nerve and how the orange-banded Turtle would seek out every opportunity to gloat about it in a bid to purposely provoke his ‘older’ brother. “Well, you know Mikey, Raph,” you said, not quite sympathizing with the actions he took, but rather offering some support. “He tries to get under your shell on purpose.”

"Yeah, I know, but... Dat’s no reason ta clobber the guy. Not like that, anyway” You noted how his voice gradually lowered grievously and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing your head on his shoulder. 

“No, it isn’t, but...” you knew you were grasping at straws by this point, but still offered, “They say it’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”

He sighed dolefully. “I lost control again, (Y/N),” and you could feel the vibrations beginning to surge through him. “No matta what I do, I jus’... I jus’ can’t...” He trailed off, wracked with emotions as he covered his face with one hand and allowed the tears to fall, a cough slipping here and there.

You heart bled for this boy, and more than anything right then, you longed to relieve him of the pain, so you did the only thing you could think of: be right there by his side, comforting him through the breakdown. “Oh, Raph. It’ll be okay,” you calmly whispered, slinking an arm around his carapace and shoulders, bringing him closer and lightly squeezing his bicep with your free hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He leaned into the much needed support and continued to allow his misery to flow forth. You didn’t mind in the least for it was exactly what he required in order to heal, and you would be there for him every step of the way.

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

WOOT, that’s Turt number two completed! Sorry it took a little longer than expected; I still feel rusty with sentence structure and all and am not entirely pleased with the outcome, but I did feel an improved ‘flow’ from the first so maybe things are slowly coming back to me? Or maybe it was the scenario; it felt more natural o write than Leo’s... Maybe cause Bloo Boi’s my fav Turt and I felt added pressure with his?

Oh well, Donny Boy’s next~

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

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Playing Bad

Requested by @dahlia-blossom @earl-01

Pairing:  Evil/FC

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 1013

Warnings: Public sex, alcohol, language, oral sex

33.          “Bet you left your goodie two shoes at home” - Ladies Come First by Hinder

Full moon, Friday night,

 Must be going down it’s in the air tonight.

 Little dress, with your high heels on,

 Bet you left your goodie two shoes at home.

He was intrigued by you.  Evil would give you that much.  The good little girl playing bad.   He didn’t normally waste his time with girls playing games, but you caught his attention. Made him wonder just how good you were at playing bad. 

Losing interest in his current dance partner Evil pushed her away from him, his attention elsewhere as he headed back to the VIP lounge.   Once he was seated in front of the bay of glass windows Evil watched you as he sipped on his whisky, dancing with your girlfriends in the middle of the floor without a care in the world.  

Not taking his eyes off you Evil beckoned the VIP host that was hovering near the door to his side.  Stretching out his arm, he pointed at you.

“Bring her to me.”  He commanded, dismissing the host with a wave of his hand. 

You’re gonna drink, gonna dance on the bar,

 You’re gonna sing, screaming like you’re a star,

 You’re gonna slip that shot and put your ring in your purse,

 He can have your best tomorrow baby I’ll take your worst

‘Cause tonight ladies come, ladies come, ladies come first.

Through the windows he watched the host approach you, pointing up at the VIP lounge and trying to detangle you from your friends. Evil grinned watching the interaction.  Even as far as he was from you he could see the internal battle waging inside you.  Your instincts warning you while your rebellious side wanted to misbehave. 

Finally you nodded, shaking off your friends you followed the host to the stairs. 

“I have a boyfriend.” You said as soon as you were delivered to Evil’s side.  You stared at the dark clothed man, sunglasses covering his eyes as he stared at you his hand stroking his beard as he looked you over like a piece of meat. 

“I don’t give a fuck.  He can have you back.”  Evil said with a shrug.  “I only want you for tonight.”  He reached for you, arm going around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. 

Lipstick stains down in front of my shirt,

 Your panties on the floor, my mind’s in the dirt,

 You’re two kinds of sweet, naughty and nice

 If I get this chance again I won’t think twice.

Evil’s hand immediately went to the junction of your thighs, gripping the flesh as his other hand pulled your mouth to his, tongue dancing with yours as you granted him access.  You fell into his kiss as he consumed you, fire burning in your loins as Evil’s hand pushed up your skirt and rubbed along your slit.  His fingers teased you through your panties as your hands ran through his hair, tangling in the braided strands as you pulled at them. 

Evil broke the kiss dragging his mouth to your ear.

“Suck me.”  He said harshly pulling his hand from your skirt and bringing your panties with it before tossing them on the floor as you slid down his body to your knees.  You glanced nervously around the room, having never done anything like this in front of bystanders before.  Evil quickly brought your attention back to him with a hand in your hair, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“You wanted to be a bad girl.  This is what they do.  Nobody in here cares what you’re doing.”  Evil told you giving a sharp tug on your scalp.  “Now show me some enthusiasm and I’ll think about letting you ride my cock.” 

Taking his words to heart you pushed the others milling about from your mind, reaching to unzip his pants and pulling his thick cock free.   Before you lost your nerve you put him in your mouth, your crimson lipstick leaving a path along his flesh as you took him partially in, bobbing along his length as his hand guided you.   Keeping your mouth tight around his cock you let him pull you up and down at the speed he wanted, your hands stroking the parts not in your mouth while your tongue pressed against him.  

Ripping your mouth from his cock Evil pulled you onto his lap, your legs spreading on either side of his waist as he fisted his dick and lined it up with your pussy.  You gasped as he thrust up into you, letting yourself sink down onto him as his cock filled you.   Bouncing on his cock you grabbed Evil’s shoulders using them as leverage as you rolled your hips and sunk on his length making him grunt beneath you.  

He leaned back on the plush couch, reaching a hand out to let his fingers slide through your folds as you rode him, end of his index finger circling your clit with increasing speed as gasps began to pour out of your mouth.   His cock driving up into and fingers teasing your clit had you on the brink in no time, your eyes locking on his as you came with a scream, your hips stuttering to a stop on top of him.   Grabbing your hips Evil easily lifted you up and down, his own hips thrusting up as your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked your sensitive pussy until he came with a final thrust into you. 

With a gentleness that surprised you he slid you off and set you on the couch, reaching for the table and grabbing his whisky bottle.  Taking a deep pull he side-eyed you with consideration. 

“Just how bad do you want to be?”  Evil asked with a smirk as your eyes jerked to his in surprise, wondering just what he was getting at as you responded fervently:

“Very bad.”  

[miitgaanar]

A Phone Call Away

Her breathing came in soft gasps, her eyes wide in barely suppressed panic as she looked out the deli’s glass door.  They were still out there, waiting for her to come out.  They weren’t stupid enough to come in and get her, but they knew she’d have to come out eventually.

Cassie bit her lip, blinking rapidly to hold the tears in her eyes at bay.  What the fuck was she going to do?  Should she call the cops?  Would they even take her seriously?  It could take them an hour to get there.  Unless of course she lied and said one of the guys had a gun.  That usually lit a fire under their asses.

Glancing down at her phone, scrolling through her contacts rapidly to keep her mind occupied, a certain entry caught her eye.  She almost missed it, honestly, and had to quickly scroll back up.  It was denoted simply as ‘FC’ and if anyone were to look through her texts for a hint as to who it belonged to, they’d be disappointed. She had deleted that lone text almost as soon as she had received it.

But not before she saved the number.

There’s no way he meant what he said to her.  If she actually called him he’d either be pissed or ignore the call completely.  And what if he wasn’t nearby?  She’d be fucked.

The laughter of the gang of men outside sent a cold chill up her spine.

A soft “Fuck it” slipped past her lips as her thumb pressed the number displayed on the phone’s screen, her hand trembling badly as she brought it up to her ear.

The phone barely finished the second ring.

“What is it.”  A gruff, tired voice filtered through the phone, his greeting more of a demand than a question.  Cassie found herself regretting the call already.  She stayed silent, staring out into the dark street and at the men who had harassed her standing at the corner, doing their damnedest to look like they were just hanging out.

Maybe if I’m quick I can just sneak out…

“Hey!” That same harsh voice cut through her thoughts, jolting her back to attention. “You all right? Don’t make me have to track your ass down.  I’ll do it.  If someone else has this phone your gonna fuckin’ regret—”

“I’m fine!” Cassie quickly cut him off, glancing behind her to see if anyone in the store was listening, but the cashier hadn’t even looked up from his newspaper.  Maybe he just seemed loud to her.

“What’re you callin’ me for, then, sweetheart.”

She hesitated, chewing at her bottom lip.  He sounded a bit annoyed.  Taking a deep breath, she switched the phone to her other ear to give her arm a break.  She couldn’t stop shaking.  “I—I might…not be okay.”

She could almost feel his demeanor change from the other end of the phone.  “Where are you.”

It wasn’t a question.  The cold grip of regret curled its way around her heart.  “I’m sorry, Frank. I shouldn’t have cal—”

His voice filtered through again, harsher than before.  “I said where are you.  Don’t make me ask again.”

Cassie remained silent, looking out onto the eerily empty Manhattan street.  This was probably a bad idea.  It was bad enough that he had already saved her ass once before—it was even worse that he had reached out and made himself available to her should she ever need his help—but now she was actively seeking him out, initiating personal contact.  If she went through with this, everything was going to change.

“Cass,” Frank Castle’s voice was a lot softer, soothing almost.  It made Cassie’s heart flutter.  Or maybe it was just the panic.  She didn’t really want to analyze it at that moment.  “Tell me where you are so I can come get you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Cassie glanced over her shoulder at the cashier.  He was beginning to get nosy.

“You’re not.  I’m askin’ you to.”  She could hear him sigh on the other end of the phone.  “I wouldn’t’ve given you this number if I didn’t want you safe.  All right?”

“Frank, I—” the sound of the men’s laughter outside made her jump, quickly glancing back out the glass door to make sure they were still at the corner.  This was a bad idea and she knew it.  This wasn’t even her only option out of this situation, but ever since that rainy, terrifying night a few weeks back, a very large—but well hidden—part of her really wanted to see Frank Castle again.

Fuck it.

“I’m in a deli on the corner of fifty-ninth and tenth.  It’s hard to miss it seeing as there are four large men standing on the corner waiting for me to come out.”  She attempted a laugh, but even she could tell it sounded rather forced and nervous.

But the chuckle from the other end of the phone was as real and genuine as they come.  “Gimme five minutes, ma’am.”

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2018 Copenhagen System Open

So, my first system open. As I live in Stockholm getting down there is pretty easy and cheap so me and two friends went down. I wasn’t quite sure what to fly and ended up using this list. I had had pretty good success with it and variations of it so I thought I might have an ok chance, it turned out it had some pretty big flaws but I’ll go over those later.

Anyways I got down to copenhagen and met up with my friends and had a nice meal and two games of X-Wing, I was hoping for a good result but even if I failed I sort of saw it as a practice System Open before Krakow two weeks later, and besides you get loads of nice loot!

Main Event

(I forgot to write down all the names, so sorry to those I forgot)

Game 1 Phil Gc Guri, Dalan Oberos, Prinze Xizor

This game was very fun, Phil played super well and he seemed to know where I would end up all the time, unfortunately my Quickdraw had a bad roll on his range 1 double tap and I think that was pretty much the game, if I remember correctly he had 2 StarVipers left in the end. Even though I lost it was a super fun game as both of us played very fast and we got alot of rounds in, but I learnt to never underestimate the maneuverability of a PTL StarViper.

StarVipers are scary in the hands of someone who has flown them alot.

Game 2 Poe Dameron, Dash Rendar

First round of combat I got an ion on poe and all his shields down in exchange for 2 shields from quickdraw, next round I managed to perfectly block his Poe with my gunboat and got a range 1 + target lock with both Quickdraw and Ryad. Quickdraw shoots first and kills him, so he of course shoots back, he manages to roll 3 hits and 1 focus (he still had his focus from last round). Quickdraw blanks. At this point this game was pretty much over as my Ryad doesn’t do enough damage on her own and the gunboat won’t help much, and that was indeed the case, eventually he knocked the stealth device off with the HLC and then did about one damage per turn while not getting shot back.

Game 3 Bo mortensen 4 A-Wings, 3 with PTL + Juke and 1 with PTL + Swarm Leader

Very fun list and looked pretty scary in the first joust, but I managed to survive it with all ships and then chased them down one by one and won it without losing anything. Sadly A-Wings just don’t have enough damage. Awesome paint job by Bo though!

A-Wings doing their best to run away.

1-2 after the first 3 rounds meant I was out, so time for hangar bay! I only brought one list for this which was this one again maybe not the best list, but it is so much fun to play! Besides it’s hangar bay so I don’t really wanna bring the most competitive list in the world.

Hangar Bay

Game 1 Kylo Ren + 2 Harpoon gunboats

I got to choose the initiative and of course gave it to him, first round of combat his kylo ends up range 1 in front of my TIE Fighter and my Kylo, all 3 with focus. He shoots first and rolls all naturals, I blank and have to blow the title and still end up taking two damage on Kylo. I only do two damage in return. At this point it is obviously looking pretty bad but I don’t remember exactly how it kept going but I think Ryad tanked a Harpoon without taking damage and eventually I chase him down, if I remember correctly I only lose the TIE Fighter in the end.

Game 2 Magnus Olsson Rey, Lowhhrick

This was one of the guys I travelled down with and I had beaten him before so I was feeling sort of confident, It was quite even until I got way too confident and did a stupid move with kylo and ended range 2 of both his ships. I died. Ryad died eventually as well. Well played Magnus!

Game 3 Quickdraw, Countess Ryad (with PTL), Omega Leader

This game worked exactly as I wanted my list to work, my Ryad went in straight at him and didn’t take any damage, meanwhile my TIE Fighter came in to annoy him and Kylo came from behind. Kylo took out Omega Leader really fast and then my Academy Pilot manages to block his ryad several turns in a row, so I kill her and eventually Quickdraw follows.

So I ended 2-1 in hangar bay, and 3-3 overall that day, pretty happy with that and most of the games were very fun, besides I remembered how much I love flying Kylo, but more on that later...

So, regarding my main event list, it struggled with the fact that every good opponent realised they could just go for quickdraw first without getting punished at all, sure Ryad just doesn’t die but she also doesn’t do much damage, and Lone Wolf makes her a pain to fly. So for the hyperspace qualifier I decided two things: 1) I'm REALLY want to fly Kylo more, I haven’t had this much fun since Whisper was good. 2) I’m not flying Lone Wolf in a 3-ship list anymore, It’s way too much effort. So after alot of bad ideas (including Kylo+Ryad with a 16 point bid) I ended up deciding on flying this. I wasn’t expecting of doing super well but even if I lost I would at least have a great time! Hyperspace time!

Hyperspace Qualifier

Game 1 Rasmus Svensson Rear Admiral Chirenau (Adaptability, Palpatine, Kylo), “Blackout”

His highest PS was 9 and I of course got to choose initiative so I gave it to him, He managed to do decent damage at the start but didn’t get the Damaged Cockpit crit on Kylo, so I managed to wear him down and get a few nice blocks with academy pilot in the process.

Win 100-0

Empire on Empire violence!

Game 2 Jacob Boersma Gunboat (Harpoon), Backdraft (Cruise Missile), Quickdraw (Harpoon)

I Sacrificed the Academy Pilot as a distraction and in the next turn I managed to call his 4 forward to fire the cruise missile and landed right in between Backdraft and the gunboat with my Quickdraw while Kylo was flanking, Backdraft died on this turn and in the rest of the game I did a great job dodging Quickdraw with Kylo, His Quickdraw died and eventually the gunboat as well.

Win 100-12

Game 3 Robert “Tobert” Wagman Ten Numb (Mangler, Bombs, Trajectory Sim), Nym (Bombs, Trajectory Sim, Genius)

This was quite scary as he had 2 PS10s with bombs, which is a problem for Kylo, again this game my Academy Pilot just went in and died as a distraction, meanwhile Quickdraw approach from one direction while kylo came from the other, so he had to choose which to go for, he decided on Kylo. I managed to just fly around and dodge with kylo and put a few damage in while quickdraw was hitting really hard from behind, 1 agility ships take alot of damage. The B-Wing dies first and then I eventually get a Damaged Cockpit on Nym and he dies soon after.

Win 100-12

Game 4 Chopper , Lowhhrick

A really close game, my academy pilot goes in and creates some chaos in the start and even do a few damage to the ghost, Quickdraw does alot of damage on the doubletaps and kylo slowly creeps in from behind. Quickdraw eventually dies to TLT and at that point the ghost has 3 hull left and both Kylo and Lowhhrick is on full. I look at the points and realised I'm 4 above him if the ghost dies, unfortunately this is complicated by a damaged sensor array on Kylo which takes 3 turns to clear, but in that time I manage to do a talon roll and kill the ghost, with only a few minutes left on the time I make a attempt to kill Lowhhrick but realise it’s never gonna happen, but then time is called. Very tense game with some clutch maneuvering, fun!

Win 52-48

Kylo trying his best to blend in.

Game 5 Lasse Kiilerich 4x Z-95 (Harpoons),  Resistance Bomber (FCS, Targeting Synchronizer)

At this point I was pretty surprised to be undefeated and I fully expected to face the dreaded Fenn + Ghost list, but when I get to my table I see 4 Z-95s and a Resistance Bomber. My first thought is that this should be an easy game but then I look at the list and get worried, there’s alot of damage there. Anyways I manage to approach with all my ships from a different angle so he has to pick one to go for, and as I thought he pick Kylo, he gets hit with one harpoon and next round the guy who fired it goes for a block, which I luckily dodge by a millimeter, and manage to run away. Meanwhile Quickdraw comes in from the side and starts hitting really hard, basically guaranteeing one dead Z per turn if he chooses to fire at Quickdraw. But behind his entire squad, my MVP of the match, the academy pilot. It goes in, blocks and creates chaos, but it also doesn’t roll a single blank for the rest of the game, and almost one crit every turn. I pick of more Zs, Kylo comes back around but I get way too greedy and spend my focus on the attack and ends up dying, but I eventually win and with my opponent only firing one torpedo. I think my Academy Pilot has earned a promotion!

Win 100-47

At this point I unfortunately had to drop to catch a plane home, but I got my shield tokens and had a surprisingly good result so I’m happy! I also really like the list and I will try it next weekend in the Uppsala Regional and if it goes well there I’ll bring it to the Krakow System Open as well!

Here is the List Juggler page for the Hyperspace Qualifier.

And finally some shoutouts! Thanks to Magnus (who beat me in Hangar Bay) and Johan (who flew a ship off the board) for being great travel buddies and to once against having to wait for me in the final rounds of the tournament. Also big thanks to the organisers for a great event and a final shoutout to all the great people I met and played against for making the tournament fun!

Goodbye Copenhagen!