#lambda shuttle

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Experimenting

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@chucksax you inspired me 😉

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Death Star landing bay reference gifs (click/tap to enlarge)

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SW calendar Day 13

[swtechspecs]

Sienar Fleet Systems Lambda-Class T-4a Shuttle

Source: Heir to the Empire Sourcebook (West End Games, 1992)

[toodamnninja]

Lego Star Wars Advent Calendar day 13: A microscale Imperial Shuttle

[alexandra-the-lionheart]

Let me tell you how they can fix Galaxy’s Edge (an argument I’ve been making for years, just ask my husband):

Millennium Falcon: Smuggler’s Run is getting a Mandalorian and Grogu overlay. Cool. Let’s make that permanent. Hondo can stay because he’s canonically around during the Clone Wars and Rebels, so we can assume he’s around in the Mandoverse-era.

Rise of the Resistance is also an easy fix. Change Kylo Ren to Darth Vader and Hux to Thrawn. Thrawn is involved in the Mandoverse, obviously, and he and Vader actually went to Batuu in one of the canon novels. Change BB-8 in the preshow to Artoo, Rey to Leia or Luke, Poe to Hera or Han or Wedge, Raddus to Ackbar, Finn to LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE (rip my man, you started off so cool).

Oga’s Cantina can stay as-is because Thrawn and Anakin canonically visited (and caused a scene) in Thrawn: Alliances.

Savi’s can stay, Droid Depot can stay, Dok Ondar’s can stay, the marketplace shops and dining can stay.

The most difficult thing will be to change that stupid First Order ship to something else. A TIE Defender would be cool since Thrawn is around, but any sort of TIE would be pretty small, so a Lambda shuttle would probably work best, especially with the little stage show they do. The First Order banners and store are an easy fix, especially considering they’ve already started selling Empire stuff in there (lol so much for not breaking the timeline).

And let’s get roaming droids and characters—especially at WDW because we never get anything cool in our Galaxy’s Edge.

Plus I just want to meet Thrawn.

[ladyveronikawrites]

LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE- Chapter Fifteen -final chapter

A Bad Omens Star Wars AU

Pairing: Zebastian (Noah) x Jax (Jolly)

CW: +18 MNDI blood play, violence, murder, post murder sex, blood kink, blood as lube, oral sex, weapons, blasters, Revan (nicholas) looks hot shooting guns, let me know if I missed anything<3

AN: currently crying at my keyboard as this is the final chapter. I don't think I am done with these boys so look out for one shots. A big thank you to @mysticdoodlez @cyrusunderscore @nerdraging4point0 for beta reading a long the way and being the best hype squad ever! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and commented on my story, This has been my passion project since discovering the band late 2022. Now I can start the next writing chapter of making it a book. Shout out to star wars youtube and wookiepedia and the community here on tumblr for coming in clutch. to the FBI agent stalking my history I hoped you learned a lot about star trek😇 . anyway, please enjoy

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My eyelids grow heavy as I scroll through my datapad, reviewing the numbers from our lost inventory. There’s so much red. Groaning, I slam down the device on the small table next to me and rub my eyes. We are so–

A light beeping sound emanates from the side of the table at my bed, which is accompanied by a flashing indicator light of bright red. Shooting up from the chair, I race over to the table and snatch the comm and send out a message:

CODE TEN TWENTY TWO

CODE TEN TWENTY TWO

The perimeter sensor has been tripped. Swiping through the data pad’s camera feed, I spot one Imperial Lambda shuttle approaching. A few more swipes and the deflection shield is activated. I drag a bag from the closet and start shoving stuff in it. In the back of my mind, I hope the other guys are doing the same.

I glance back at my room one last time before pulling open the door. When I walk through the threshold, my jaw drops and my eyes go wide at the sight of Revan hunched over a blaster rifle propped in the window. 

“Don’t try to stop him,” Revan says lowly in warning. Stop him? I move closer to the window and immediately spot Zebastian strategically maneuvering through the forest with a blaster in hand and his katana strapped to his back. Fucking idiot.

Sighing, I dig through my pack for infrared binoculars. If he’s going to be reckless, at least I can keep cover. Searching the grounds, I spot five bogies combing through the wilds. Glancing at the ship, only a single body lights up. Amateurs. 

“Scarlet three to Actual”

“Go”

“Five on foot and one on the ship.”

“I know.” I hear Zebastian exacerbated huff through his deep and focused breathing. 

I don’t bother stopping myself from rolling my eyes at his cocky response. But then I remember that Zeb can be reckless at times when it comes to protecting what is his; he always has a plan. Even if I think his plan is stupid. Which it is. 

Another blast from my boyfriend’s favorite weapon. The Empire’s cronies never saw him coming. I look him over once more, captivated by his lean muscles flexing under his tunic. Bless the void, it has been a very long time since we’ve had to defend ourselves so heavily. 

Without another sound, it’s all over.

Revan shifts his weight to standing and saunters over to the kitchen island like he didn’t just decimate a crew of stormtroopers. His chest rises and falls steadily, and the metallic hoops in his ears glint in the overhead lamp light when he leans over and begins disassembling his weapon. He’s devastatingly handsome when he’s in his element.

“Close your mouth, Jax. I can see you staring.” Revan smiles, but doesn’t lift his attention from his task. “Go to him. Zebastian’s our rendezvous point now. I’ll take care of the house.” 

I shrug on my pack and then press a kiss to Revan’s cheek. “Yes, sir,” I whisper in his ear. His cheeks redden at my suggestive tone as pride swirls around in my chest. I greedily drink him in one last time before I turn and leave our home for the final time.

The cargo door bursts open as I approach. It’s eerily silent as I ascend the ramp, mouth open to call to Zebastian. Suddenly, the door to the cockpit splits open, and my body freezes. Zebastian’s usually neat hair is disheveled and matted with blood. Blood drips from his fringe and down his chest. With each droplet my cock twitches. His hands are bruised and bloodied as if he released all of the pent-up rage on whoever was left on the ship. My eyes glance over at a body slumped over in the pilot’s chair. 

In a blur, Zebastian closes the distance, gripping the collar of my jacket and roughly pulling me into him. His lips are hot and rough with dried blood, which turns me on even more. My hands slide to his hips, but he swats them away. 

In a flash, he turns us around and shoves me against the control panel. The keys and buttons jab into the skin of my palms, nearly missing being stabbed by a few levers. Despite my long hair tumbling over my shoulders in the corner of my vision, I see the dead body. Bile churns in my stomach. It’s not Lord Cyrus.

“Don’t you dare look at him,” Zebastian growls possessively. “He is nothing.”

Rough hands dive under the waistband of my trousers, and for a second, I consider just letting him use me like he always does. He and I are a lot like that after fighting, when your blood is still pumping full of adrenaline. Horny and bloodthirsty, primal desire consumes every fiber of your being. 

But he just murdered the lost girl’s father.

“No,” I defy, pulling his hands away and turning on my heels to face him. 

His eyes narrow in warning at my disobedience, but they widen when my knees hit the ground. Zebastian sighs deeply when I pull his hard cock free. I take him in all at once with practiced ease until the tip meets the back of my throat. I don’t gag anymore at his invasion, but instead, I relax my throat a little more. His grip is tight around the back of my skull while the other grasps onto the control board behind me, caging me in. At his mercy. My safe place. Despite being the sadist of the group, Zebastian has been the only one ever to find my switch from dominant headspace to complete surrender. 

I suck him down harder pushing him closer to the edge. My arms twitch from behind my back where they are self-bound. My aching cock cries out to be used but I resist the urge unless he commands it. Suddenly, Zebastian starts to whimper. I look up to find his lashes wet and cheeks stained with tears. 

“C-come with me,” he sobs and starts to shake, both from his impending orgasm and emotions. Zebastian drags my head back, pulling me off of him. Hastily, I free my throbing cock and then drag my hand through the blood at knees. He grips my wrist, leans down to spit into my blood-drenched hand, and then guides me to pump his cock hard again. It’s then I realized I could come untouched watching his cock turn red. 

“Please,” I whine through clenched teeth, my cock pulsing with jealousy. 

He releases my hand to shove my face forward. Groaning, I lick and suck the sticky blood from his cock, savoring the metallic taste on my tongue. Without straying from my task, my hand blindly seeks the blood on the floor once more, and this time, I present my hand to Zebastian. 

With a satisfied hum, he lets his saliva drip from his mouth and onto my hand. I lather the makeshift lubricant over my shaft. It’s warm and perfectly slick. Stroking in time with the bobbing of my head, it won’t take me long to climax. I double my efforts. 

Zebastian must notice this when he thrusts faster and further into my mouth and releases his grip on the back of my head and cradles my neck. The angle slams his cock into the back of my throat. My eyes roll back as a mixture of blood, drool, and precum drips from the corners of my mouth despite my efforts to swallow everything down. 

Zebastian sucks in a breath, “Jax.” 

Hearing my name spill from his lips has me groaning with my mouth stuffed full. My jaw tightens, teeth grazing around his shaft as he spurts his hot cum down my throat. The mix of blood and his cum catapults me over the edge and I’m releasing all over my hand and Void knows where else. My shoulders slacken, and my hands rest on my knees as I swallow every last drop. Only when he releases me do I finally breathe. 

“We gotta go.” Zebastian extends his hand to me, still a little breathless. Wiping my mouth clean with the back of my hand, I grasp his hand to stand.

The familiar low hum of our starfighter zooms past, rattling the Imperial shuttle as we depart hand in hand. Zebastian unwinds his fingers from mine when he spots our girl with Nash. She assesses us from meters away. There’s understanding in her eyes when she glances my way. She knows she is finally free. Her shoulders relax when she exhales in certainty. And then she breaks out into a sprint. She doesn’t shrink back from the sight of Zebastian covered in blood. He wraps his arms around her and lifts her into the air. 

“You’re ok!”

“Well, of course,” she giggles as he sets her down. Her laugh is bright and comforting. “Nash took us straight to the ship when we got the alert. I knew he would keep me safe.” She steps in closer, looking up at him as he towers over her, but she’s unafraid. “You would keep me safe.” 

I turn and watch as he caresses her cheek and then tilts her chin. He leans in slowly and gently, pressing his lips to hers. The same lips that moaned my name only moments ago. Something deep within me stirs like a raging wildfire, and it propels me forward. Each step doesn’t feel like my own as I approach them. 

Suddenly, a caw breaks my trance, and I stumble forward, catching Revan’s bright gaze on me. I shake my head and narrow my eyes at him, and he immediately relaxes, blinking a few times before taking a step back. His eyes darken back to their usual stormy shade. He rarely uses his magick at all. Still very rare for him to use it on us. 

Nash comes to Revan’s side with Havock on his shoulder, watching us intently like always. He nods his head towards the two still locked in a lover’s embrace. My heartbeat skyrockets as I approach. Only when Nash gets high on Spice do I hear about what she’s like. He can’t shut up about her. 

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I keep my eyes focused on the ground. My mind starts to race. What will I say to her? What if she doesn’t want me there? Her soft voice shatters my internal downward spiral, “Jax! You’re ok too!” 

My shoulders tense when she throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into an embrace. Astonishingly, she doesn’t turn away from me because I’m covered in blood; instead, she curls herself into me. I hug her back tightly, and she instantly relaxes. She pulls back slightly, and all I can see are her bright eyes searching mine, hesitating. Her gaze drifts lower to my lips, and I wait in anticipation for her to turn away and run back to Zebastian, but instead she leans up on her tiptoes and presses her soft lips onto mine. Groaning, I grip her hips, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper. 

Boots crunch nearby, and another’s body heat warms up the space, but I pay no mind as I dive my tongue in between her lips. My hand slides up under her shirt to the small of her back, when suddenly there’s pressure against my hands. His scent fills my lungs, and her soft moans make my knees weak. Long fingers grip my chin just as she parts from my lips, gasping for air. For a moment, I search her eyes for any hesitation and find none. She smiles and then bites her lip. 

“Yes,” Zebastian says softly, his gaze fixed on mine. “We are all okay. Right, Jax?”

Her hands unclasp from my neck to press against my chest when he lifts my chin to meet his dark brown eyes. I’m ready to respond when I sense her stir between us, hands roaming up and down my chest. In the corner of my vision, her eyes flick between Zebastian and me. But he only sees me when he captures my lips greedily. 

“I-I don’t know who to kiss?” she sighs with a hint of desperation. Kriff, she’s practically whining. 

“Why-” Zebastian starts. Revan shoves his way into our circle.

“Choose?” Revan cuts him off and answers her with a kiss to her cheek. I loosen my grip on her backside and step back to widen the arch around her.

“You can have all of us, baby,” Nash smirks, closing in the circle of us.

She turns slowly and assesses each of us, “You are mine and I am yours. No longer lost, I am finally found.”

She kisses each of us on the cheek. We part when she reaches for Zebastian’s hand, and he takes her’s firmly, entwining his other hand with Revan’s. She extends her other hand to me, and I take it with a smile. Nash, true to his nature, slaps my shoulder with his hand, and I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to punch him back.

Zebastian looks at all of us and says, “Let’s go home.”

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[yoitsjay]

Ner Cabur

Pairings: Tech x male Mando! Reader

Summary: you save tech from an unfortunate end, and spending time with him had become a luxury you didn't want to let go.

Warnings: season 3 spoilers ish, cannon violence, loose episode references, Tech fluffiness

Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

Ner Cabur- my guardian

Ner kar'ta- my heart

burc’ya- friend

Word count: 2,720

The stars streaked past as you piloted your sleek, battered lambda class T-4A shuttle through the endless expanse of space. The thumping bass of your favorite rock band pulsed through the cockpit, shaking loose a few forgotten crumbs from your last meal.

With a grin, you adjusted the controls, leaning back in your worn pilot’s chair. Your black and blue painted armor gleaned dully in the cockpit lights, reflecting the occasional flicker from the starry display. The rhythmic beats matched your heartbeat as you primed your ship for landing on the nearby planet’s spaceport, for some repairs and supplies

You checked your dwindling credit’s and winced. Just then however, a flicker of static interrupted the music. A message blinked into view from your transceiver. You clicked the answer button, sliding your helmet back on as you did so, leaning back in your seat as Saw Gerrerra popped up.

“Saw.” You greeted, but the man looked like pleasantries were way off the table. “We need you on Eriadu, I'm sending you the coordinates now with your mission details. Then com me and meet me at the rondevu.” He instructed before ending the call. You huffed, quickly taking the joysticks of your ship's center console, maneuvering out of the asteroids and into free space, typing in the coordinates that were sent before jumping into hyperspace.

When you had arrived at Eriadu you followed Gerrerra’s instructions, which were basically fly around and prepare for pickup. You were flying low, hiding your ship in the canyons surrounding the empire’s main base of operations. You had scrambled your ship's signature in order to sneak by the sensors, so they had no idea you were here.

You were flying slowly, hidden by the fog but still able to see where you were flying… and that was when you saw someone falling from the rail carts. Your eyes widened, and you quickly maneuvered your ship towards the falling figure, placing your ship in “float mode” as you ran out of the cockpit and down the ramp.

You had equipped your jet pack so you just flew straight out of the ship, plummeting down towards the falling man. Before he could hit the ground, you managed to catch him in your arms, the added weight making you stumble as you ran across the ground before sliding to a stop.

“Hey man, you good?” You asked once landed, the man still held in your arms as he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. His helmet was strange, with goggles instead of a shielded visor. Eventually you put him down, and he stared at the ground, and then back at you.

“yes i-” The man paused, nodding again. “Thank you.” He added, and you nodded. “You with Saw Gerrera?” You asked, but he shook his head. “No- i’m here with my brothers… Do you perchance have a vessel?” The man asked, and you nodded. “Yeah. First you're gonna tell me your name, then we can figure out what to do next.” You teased me. The man nodded, removing his helmet.

He was quite cute, his hair forming soft curls against his forehead, a lighter brown that accentuated his amber eyes. He was around your height, if not a few inches shorter. “My name is Tech.” He introduced, and you nodded, slowly removing your helmet as well.

Tech’s eyes widened, but you didn’t notice. You also didn’t happen to notice the slight blush on his cheeks too. “My name is Y/n. Now I'm gonna have to carry you again.” You stated, winking at Tech before placing your helmet back on your head. Tech nodded and did the same, and you picked the man back up in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your neck as one of your arms supported his back, the other his knees and you lifted off into the air, flying back through the ramp and cargo entrance before setting Tech down again as you landed on your feet. You closed the ramp and ran up to the cockpit, seeing a beeping transmission.

You answered it. taking the controls of your ship again as Tech sat in the seat beside you. “We need pickup Y/n! Where are you?” Saw shouted, and you huffed. “On my way, I had an unexpected pickup.” You answered, soaring out of the canyon and towards the rondevu point. You kept your ship hovering, lowering the ramp as Saw and the others entered.

You flew away, breaking through the atmosphere before setting coordinates to one of the rebel planets and jumping to hyperspace. You released the controls, setting your helmet down on the top of the console as you turned to Tech. “I gotta deal with them, then I can help you.” You explained, gesturing for him to stay put before you walked out of the cockpit and to the center room before your tiny sleeping areas.

“What happened?” You asked as you saw Saw, who looked stressed. “Clones happened, The Bad Batch more specifically.” He huffed, and you raised an eyebrow as he gave you a brief explanation. “Ah okay, well they are right you know.” you stated, and he glared at you.

You raised your hands in surrender, but continued. “They’re only going to re-establish their ranks, if you want to end this empire, you gotta take out bigger ideas. Like infantry units, training centers. Communications centers and command stations.” You listed, crossing your arms over your armored chest. “Anyway, all I'm saying is that killing officers will only halt progress for a little while. Then you’ll have to do it again, and again and you’ll never stop fighting.” You finished, waving at them to rest up as you walked back into the cockpit.

Tech stared up at you as you entered, having removed his helmet again. “I heard what you said… Those were my brothers he was talking about.” Tech stated, and you hummed. “So you're a clone? you don’t look like a clone.” You stated, seeing him smile a little bit before explaining that he and his brothers were an experimental enhanced unit made during the clone wars. Their DNA was twisted, and they came out much different.

Tech had superior smarts, amongst other things, but his brain was information central according to his brothers.

“I see, well that's quite cool.” You started with a grin. “I guess that almost makes you Mandalorian.” You joked, and Tech chuckled for a moment. “Not really, however, I appreciate the sentiment.” he stated.

Soon you dropped from hyperspace, and dropped Saw and his mercenaries off at their destination. You topped up on rations and fuel, and did a bit of repairs with Tech’s help before taking off again.

“So, you have a home Tech?” You asked him, almost feeling… disappointed that he was going to be leaving so soon.

“Yes, Pabu is where i… reside with my brothers.” He answered, and you nodded, putting in the coordinates, only to feel Tech’s hand on yours, stopping you for a moment.

“I know we have only been acquainted for a few hours, but I have enjoyed conversing with you. And I would love to learn more about your culture, discover more than what is in the datapad.” He paused, pursing his lips before he looked at you again. “What I am trying to say is, you saved my life. And I would like to spend more time with you.” He breathed out, almost expecting the hard reality of no, or a disgusted look.

But instead you smiled warmly, nodding. “I would love that Tech, thank you.” You beamed, and finished setting the coordinates before entering hyperspace. “Here, you can use my transceiver to contact your brothers and let them know you're alive. Keep an eye on the controls while I go make us some food.” You stated, pointing to your transceiver before you walked away.

When you had come back you noticed Tech was still talking with his brothers, who were all talking over each other as they argued. When they saw you however, they went quiet. The one who looked and held himself as a leader spoke up.

“You saved our brother, and we are so grateful. If you weren't there we- well, he would have died. So thank you, burc’ya” The man spoke up, using a word in your native tongue which made you smile. “It was no problem, truly. Tech has been an amazing company, and a good friend in this short time.” You expressed, and the man nodded.

“That's good to hear. See you soon. And Tech? never do that again.” The man stated before the transmission ended. You chuckled, handing Tech a bowl of Tiingilar, a hearty Mandalorian dish which Tech devoured.

It was about a standard rotation’s worth of hyperspace travel before you reached the island of Pabu. Since you were across the galaxy after dropping off Gerrera. Tech told you where to land, where you already saw quite a large welcoming party.

You landed, opening the ramp as you and Tech stood up, both your helmets under your arms as you walked up together. However as Tech scanned the area, he realized that one was missing.

“Where is Omega?” He asked, and the leader, whom Tech had told you was Hunter, frowned. “We went back to Ord mantell- and Cid she- she betrayed us to the empire. They took Omega.” Hunter explained.

Tech balled his hands into fists as he stared at the ground, shoulders sagging when he felt the warmth of your hand through his armor.

“Then we find her.” You spoke up, determination lacing your voice. “I have some contacts spying within the empire, I can ask around, acting like a bounty hunter in case it gets traced. Not like it will- but still-” you rambled for a moment, before pausing.

“This Omega, she's obviously a very important foundling, yes?” You asked, and Hunter raised his eyebrow foundling?” He asked, and you huffed, readying to explain.

“Yes, a young being abandoned by its parents, raised by others.” You explained simply. Hunter nodded. “yeah… she’s our sister.” Hunter stated, and you nodded. “There! even more of a reason we should find her yea?” You asked, nodding to yourself. “I'll get on it then, is there somewhere more secure to have my ship in the meantime?” You asked, and Tech rubbed his chin.

“Yes, there is a cave entrance where you can park.” He stated, and Hunter gawked. “What? when did that exist?” Wrecker spoke up with a shout. Tech sighed. “I thought it was obvious.” He started, looking over at you with a smile. “Thank you, for helping us.” He stated, grasping your hand in his own.

You nodded. “Of course Tech, it’s the right thing to do.” You stated, nodding to him once more before you released his hand and entered the ship, taking off to park your ship in a more secluded location.

There you scrambled your signature again before reaching out to your imperial contacts. There really wasn’t much in the way of where Omega could have been taken, or why. But there was talk of something called M-count, and a name. Tantiss.

So for weeks you worked alongside Tech and his brothers, hunting, searching and gaining intel, almost getting killed quite a few times, especially by living vines. Now that was exhilarating.

But almost all intel you and The Bad Batch had gathered had been of no use, there was nothing about Tantiss, barely anything about Hemlock either, the man who took omega in the first place. You could tell the brothers were starting to give up hope, traveling back through hyperspace when the comm’s suddenly went off.

It was Omega, and she had sent coordinates to meet her on one of the moons of Ryloth. It could’ve been a trap, but with you and Tech there, the chances of living were a lot better.

So you went, and watched as Omega embraced Tech and Wrecker, so relieved that Tech was alright. Hunter walked up to you, and you nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort, watching as he walked down before running to meet omega, hugging her tightly.

The reunion was heartfelt, but you could feel tensions rising when a second person stepped out from the imperial ship, a taller man, bald with piercing eyes. Omega argued that he had changed, that he had been betrayed by the empire, But Tech, Hunter and Wrecker were still very much on edge.

You walked down the ramp, ready to aid them if need be.

You stood behind Tech, looming behind him as you turned to look at Crosshair. Your helmet was on, but despite that it looked as if his eyes met yours. You saw the hurt, the guilt and regret in his eyes, and you removed your hand from where it was resting on your blaster.

“We need to leave, before the Empire shows up.” You stated, and walked back to the Marauder with Tech on your heels as his hand once again found yours. Hand holding has become a form of comfort between you and Tech these past weeks. And you found yourself feeling more for him than just friendship.

But now wasn’t the right time, and you both knew that.

But soon, Omega and Crosshair were back on Pabu, and the whole bad batch was reunited it seemed, as Echo was waiting on Pabu for them, for Crosshair’s information more specifically.

While they talked, you felt a tug on your poncho, which you had started wearing more recently after finding it in a Pabu stall.

You looked down, noticing the young girl, Omega, smiling at you. “So are you Tech’s boyfriend?” She asked, and you let out a choked sound, glancing over at Tech who seemed to have the same reaction.

You knelt down, removing your helmet as you stared at her. “No young one… but would I have your blessing if I wanted him to be?” You asked quietly, and she squealed in excitement. “Yes! of course!” Sh exclaimed, and you chuckled, looking over at Tech with a smile before standing up again.

So much more had happened after this, Omega was taken again, and everyone was devastated, including you, since you had grown to care for the young girl during the calm before the storm.

After Omega was taken, you had been relieved to have hidden your ship elsewhere, since the Marauder had been destroyed. You had to move some stuff around, but you had made the addition of four other people work, especially since you and Tech started sharing a room.

Getting Omega back was the only thing on all of your minds, but that didn’t stop the light touches, the hand holding. You didn’t complain when Tech would slip into your quarters after enjoying a meal with his brothers, and he would relax into your embrace before falling asleep.

Echo had joined up in your efforts when you had actually located Tantiss. You had left your ship at one of the clone rebels' bases, and piloted an imperial ship instead, in order to sneak into Tantiss. Omega was smart enough to break herself out, but during that time you and the other batchers, including Tech, had gotten separated.

You were with Echo and a new addition, Emerie, when you hid against a wall as clones and troopers walked by, and your eyes widened when you saw Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech’s unconscious bodies being carried away.

After that you fought like hell until everyone was safe. Even Hunter couldn’t deny that you were a ruthless warrior, even before you snapped you were incredible.

But Tantiss was destroyed at the end, The Bad Batch reunited, and you had decided to settle down on Pabu, your’s and Tech’s growing relationship finally able to blossom. You had taught the younger clones on the island all about Mandalorian traditions, and it felt like you had started your own clan on Pabu. Clan 99 you had joked.

But in reality these men had become your family. And Tech would stand beside you through it all.

“Ner cabur.” Tech whispered into your chest as you laid with him, you smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“Ner kar’ta, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

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[bluetoothschizophrenic]

The Imperial Irregulars:

Group of former Imperials who formed a mercenary company after the fall of the Empire. Based out of their modified Arquitens light cruiser, the Ember, they’ll run missions for whoever is willing to pay. Although for whatever reason, they have a bias toward Imperial remnant or other pro-Imperial clients.

Origins: Formed by one TK-509, aka Sergeant Graham in the aftermath of the Imperial Civil War (Dark Empire). CO lost his mind, tried to fly the ship into a star. Graham lead a mutiny, tried and failed to link up with several nearby Imperial remnant groups, and turned to mercenary work to keep the ship afloat.

Equipment: Due to the nature of their operation, uniformity is functionally impossible. Most are outfitted in some combination of various trooper armors. Parts from stormtroopers, shoretroopers, scouts, even TK and Death trooper armor. Weapons are more standardized, E-11s, A280s, EE-3s, DC-15s in a pinch, several death trooper E-11D carbines, and for special occasions, 3 T-6 ion disrupters.

For his part, Sergeant Graham is outfitted in an elite squad (Crosshair’s troopers) helmet, a white stormtrooper pauldron, and a mix of stormtrooper and death trooper armor pieces.

Second in command Lieutenant Kuiper joined up with a group from a far flung Imperial outpost shortly after the group’s founding, adding their IDT transport to the Ember’s repertoire. For their armor, they wear a tank trooper helmet, orange stormtrooper pauldron, and a mix of scout and stormtrooper armor.

The Ember: She’s a very well worn ship, with extensive modifications and mismatched parts. Most chiefly visible is her unique addition of a P-Tower laser turret in place of one of her upper guns, as well as an old Republic gunship beam turret built into the spine holding up the bridge. Other mods include more bunks, less standard mess hall, a small repair bay in the onboard hangar, and a widening of the hangar entry for easier access. Engines don’t burn the same Imperial blue they used to either on account of worse fuel, now burning the standard yellow. Weapons still fire the standard imperial green however, imperial remnants keep them well stocked in that regard.

Fighter compliment: The Ember has held onto her original Lambda shuttle, now affectionately called the Sparrow by her crew, and owing to the brown and yellow paint applied to the tips of the wings and cockpit and lining the body of the ship. All weaponry has been removed, engines heavily upgraded, and interior made far more comfortable. Used primarily for ground transport and supply runs. Kuiper’s IDT, nicknamed the Silver Lemon on account of its constant repair needs, serves as combat transport and (when it works) close air support. The Ember’s original fighter compliment has been long since scrapped or destroyed, but the Irregulars assembled a patchwork of Mining Guild Tie Fighters, a Tie Bomber turned into a DIY Tie Punisher, and a pair of Tie Interceptors outfitted with warhead launchers and very temperamental hyperdrives.

MO: Generally deployed in small scale pacification operations, flushing out pirates, or just as hyperlane guards for imperial governors or warlords too resource strapped to do it themselves. Forcibly pressed into service by Deep Core warlords more than once, now refuse to operate in that area. Performed scouting in the unknown regions for imperial clients, the new republic, and unknown benefactors that paid via hologram. Due to the resource intensive nature of naval combat, they prefer ground based jobs, but have shot down a pirate frigate or three in their day. Graham and Kuiper are die hard imperial loyalists, but not stupid enough to only take imperial money. The rest of the crew is a lot more mixed, but nobody joins an imperial merc company because they hate the Empire.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The overworked project manager on the redesign of the Imperial Lambda-class shuttle gets surprisingly competent feedback from an unknown official on Coruscant. She promptly decides that anyone bored enough to do a technical review of their own free will should be found proper employment for their own good. Her correspondent has been missing the opportunity to tinker with machinery. It gives him something to do between hunting down rebels.

Author: @yukinojou

[comicsandconstellations]

The Eel | Some Echo and Emerie/ Domino and Chance art

“Rex hates…ah, hated the new ship, hated having an Imperial vessel around, hated how he had to watch me leave for missions by myself in it. He described it as “swallowing me up” the first time I flew it; taking me with it and the risk of never seeing me again. I guess I must have made some off-handed joke about knowing what it was like watching someone you love be swallowed, and the name sort of stuck from there.” (Snippet from my draft about why the ship in named ‘the Eel’)

It’s a stolen Lambda-class T-4a shuttle that Echo modified (later with Emerie’s help) which they use for sneaking in and out of Imperial facilities. The one in the AU isn’t painted, but I liked the idea that it would be if it wasn’t needing to be blended in. (If you zoom in, you can see red and blue paint buckets.)

Pretty different to my usual quick style (do I have one?) but I had a really specific vision. I’ve been working on this for a few days so it’s much more like my detailed art style rather than the casual one I do most of my doodles in. It’s not often I don’t draw just characters. Of course I traced the ship’s outline, I’m absolutely not going to try draw a Star Wars vessel from scratch. I like to think this is them hanging out post mission since there is a pile of their armour and their helmets beside them, they are in their matching under suits. I want to know what they are talking about.

[sashathegirl]

What’s your favorite Lego Star Wars set though?

Easily the 1st ghost, I grew up with rebels and its a great play set, i also adore the 2014 lambda shuttle and the ucs cantina

[windor-truffle]

Okay I'm gonna pretend this was an ask you sent to me @kresnikcest so I can explain my Fodra-tortures-Asbel wip on here instead because A. My hips are killing me and I can only use Discord on my laptop and B. It's probably gonna get long 😅 at least I can drop a Read More and not fill the server with a 1000 word essay 😅 [edit: 2000 words whoops]

The reason this could take a bit is because I already know this is a multichap idea (not a long fic but still a couple chapters i reckon). This is one of my side projects (titled "A World Without You") that I keep dabbling on now that it has a clear outline. I'll try (and probably fail) to keep it brief bc honestly I have no idea if this is actually relevant to what we were discussing last night or if i just deluded myself into thinking it was but. Well here we go!

So the premise of this fic is a canon divergence right at the very end of Lineage and Legacies. Lambda absorbs Fodra's heart only for her to immediately retaliate by abducting Asbel's and holding him ransom for her release, which Lambda is not willing to do. Partly because she would just resume her attempts to destroy humanity, but mostly because it's personal now that she's taken his human.

The others wake up from being briefly knocked out to find that Asbel clearly isn't Asbel at the moment, as he's going against the plan and attacking the remnants of Fodra's core. It's a very immature retaliation, You-hurt-me-so-I'll-hurt-you-more, but it's stemming from Lambda's anger not just at her but also at himself for failing to protect Asbel and fearing that if he doesn't fix this himself now he might lose Asbel for good. The others interfere with his attack, saying that destroying Fodra wasn't what Asbel trusted him with his body for, and Lambda declares that Asbel is gone without any further explanation, leaving the others (led mainly by Richard, who feared this the most) to jump to the conclusion that Lambda has betrayed them and isn't letting Asbel come back. And Lambda, seeing their sudden hostility, takes that as further evidence that humans truly are selfish and their trust is easily revoked and if they want to blame him then fine, he doesn't need their help, he'll save Asbel on his own. So he takes his funky eleth wings and flies off alone.

Lambda is trying really hard to be all cool and aloof but deep down he's really miserable because he knows they're not just going to let him run away with Asbel's body, and as long as they have Sophie they can track him down wherever he flees to. It's starting to feel like before, only he no longer feels the same vindictive satisfaction in trying to destroy this world nor does he even have company for it. But if he can just get Fodra to break before the others catch up to him then Asbel will be be back and he can make everything right again and Lambda won't have to be miserable and lonely anymore.

While the others are still scrambling to get back to the shuttle and leave the Lastalia, Lambda goes to Telos Astue to try to formulate a plan but stops when he catches sight of his reflection. He doesn't want to look or feel like Asbel, it just reminds him of what he lost and what he's willingly discarding now (Asbel's hopes of showing Fodra humanity's potential, as well as his final request that he take care of the others). So Lambda goes for an emo makeover (ngl the actual idea behind this fic was to have a WIP to go w my old Lambda!Asbel art 😅) including shedding Asbel's iconic white coat. I'm dropping an excerpt below because it's kind of hilarious and sad and captures Lambda's pathetic bluster of "I'm fine i can do this on my own" while practically on the verge of tears. Also exploiting Lambda's odd gaps in knowledge is funny:

At any rate, Lambda finishes his fit right as he hears the shuttle approaching and takes off again to fly down to the planet's surface. The party notes that he's escaping again but they're too wiped to pursue, after all they spent all day traveling through the Lastalia and fighting the final boss 😅 So even if they cornered Lambda they wouldn't be up for a fight anyway. They're going to spend the night here and chase after him tomorrow.

Hubert suggests that one of them keep watch on the shuttle because they don't know what Lambda is planning to do but the shuttle is the only way to and from Fodra so they can't let it fall into his hands or they could be stranded here. Richard volunteers, and Sophie joins him. She's worried that she will have to resume her mission and say goodbye to Asbel far sooner than she thought. And if she has to sacrifice herself to destroy Lambda, then she won't be able to carry on Asbel's dream like she promised.

Richard meanwhile is worried that he may have overreacted earlier, because Lambda's behavior seems odd. He said he wanted to "save Asbel" and Richard truly believed that Lambda had cared for Asbel, at least, if no one else. But if all he wants is to help Asbel then there's no reason for them to be enemies again; they want the same thing, but have conflicting means. So Richard and Sophie swear that once they track Lambda down they're going to talk to him first, and hopefully work things out so that no one has to say goodbye to any friends.

...This feels like a good time to finally address the selling point I kept bringing up of "Asbel being psychologically tortured" 😅 (in the fic itself I intend to sprinkle scenes of Asbel's POV in with Lambda and Richard's, but that doesnt work very well in a summary). I think I made a vague post about this a while back but I decided the best way for Fodra to break Asbel is for her to just neglect him entirely. So he's stranded among her memories, floating alone in space and taking in the planet Fodra as it looked billions of years ago, before human civilization even began. Asbel tries to give it a friendship speech because Fodra is still Fodra, right? He can try to convince her like he did with Lambda.

Except she's not even listening, as he starts to realize. There's no one to appeal to for friendship or for mercy, he's just utterly alone. All he can do is wait and hope his friends are trying to rescue him, but time seems to flow differently here, so he has no idea how long that might take. And for him, it feels like a very, very long time.

Jumping back to Lambda now, who has landed in the Arcadia Garden. This is the healthiest part of Fodra where she's been trying to nurture life again, so naturally he came here to threaten to destroy it, still pulling intimidation tactics. She tells him to go ahead and try and he does 'cause he's not messing around, but as soon as he starts attacking Fodra's monsters start swarming to protect the wildlife. At first he has no trouble cutting them down either; between his own strength and the eleth he robbed from Fodra he's quite powerful, but wave after wave of monsters keep showing up and he's fighting all alone. But he's stubborn too, he'll keep cutting down his foes until there's no one left to oppose him anymore, anything to get Asbel back.

In the morning he hears the sound of the Shuttle again and realizes Fodra's trap, that in his attempt to weaken her forces he's only weakened himself. He can't even summon his wings anymore so he opts to run away on foot except those woods are a labyrinth that will take you in circles if you don't know the way, and Lambda sure doesn't anymore. Eventually he collapses, tired of running, tired of living this life that pales in comparison to the world Asbel had briefly shown him. Fodra offers her same deal to return Asbel to him in exchange for her freedom and it's sounding far more appealing. Who cares if she destroys Ephinea, his own world is already so empty without Asbel.

The party finally catches up to him, prepared for a fight if necessary but Richard and Sophie want to know the truth first of what really happened to Asbel. Lambda tells them, fully expecting them to just hate and blame him even more for it, so he's surprised when they seem relieved. If he's just running from his mistake, then he didn't betray them or Asbel after all, which means they can still work together to fix it. That's what Asbel would have wanted.

(And while it may be a little ooc, I really want them to give him back Asbel's coat and have him just bury his face in it and cry. Human sentimentality is so foolish.)

With their friendship restored, Lambda and the others now need to devise a new plan to convince Fodra that Asbel would approve of instead of threatening violence. And with Asbel in mind, Lambda comes up with an absolutely terrible plan that he never would have recommended under any circumstances except that it's exactly what Asbel did, so it's worth a shot.

Lambda arranges a heart-to-heart with Fodra with a new offer: he'll give her complete control over this vessel if she'll let him join Asbel within her heart. She's immediately suspicious of this offer of course because it sounds too good to be true, but Lambda just repeats what he had felt before that he would let her destroy this empty world if it meant he would be with Asbel in his own. So she calls him foolish (he agrees) and decides to grant him his wish.

Asbel meanwhile has been slowly unraveling, repeating the names of his friends to himself to try to stay sane but eventually the words lost their meaning because everything loses its meaning when you're deprived of new stimuli for so long. So when Lambda finally retrieves him and brings him into a memory of Lhant Hill instead, he doesn't seem to recognize it at all. And Lambda realizes that, while he's waiting on the others to enact their part of the plan to heal Fodra's heart, he's going to have to help Asbel heal his.

The others are also at Lhant Hill, the real one, where they've set up a little picnic to enjoy while they collectively try to convince Fodra!Asbel that humans and Ephinea are worth giving a chance. They've had plenty of time to learn from Asbel how to befriend a baddie and they have their own experiences to draw from as well, not to mention the power of teamwork. But Fodra is still proving rather stubborn.

Asbel at least is not. He's very excited by the images of his friends that Lambda is showing him, even if he still doesn't quite remember them, but he starts to make the connection between their faces and the list he used to recite and the memories start flooding back until he can name every person except for Lambda. Lambda says he's not important but Asbel insists he is, if he's helping Asbel here then he must be one of his friends, too. Lambda swears that he's not, not after everything he did or rather failed to do for both Asbel and his friends. But Asbel is grateful he brought him back to the world he used to know and protected the memories of his friends when he had forgotten them so in the end he DID take care of them, and he finally thanks Lambda by name.

(I may have Lambda cry again. Foolish humans. Friendship is so stupid.)

Meanwhile Fodra still isn't completely believing what the party is telling her but she's starting to be swayed by mere curiosity of where their confidence is coming from as well as the state of life in Ephinea in general. They're promising to show her the better world of humans they're trying to build, but they still want Asbel to return; after all, there's no finer example of humanity's potential for kindness. And in he end she's won over by their belief in him as well as their earnest expression of trust to her, and she agrees to play the role Lambda once had of watching over from within him.

At long last Asbel wakes up (the party is relieved to see his eyes are heterochromatic again instead of solid purple or green) and is able to offer his thanks to all of them (including Lambda again) and finally reassure Fodra himself that he intends to do just as his friends promised he would, and travel the world with her.

In the meantime, though, there's a picnic to be had with his friends.

[swtechspecs]

Sienar Fleet Systems Lambda-Class T-4a Shuttle

Source: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Del Rey, 1996)