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dc-earth53 · 4 years

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0013 - Hawkman (Katar Hol/Carter Hall)

Age: 43 (physical), 103 (mental).

Occupation: Museum curator, adjunct professor, adventurer.

Marital status: Widowed

Known relatives: Shiera Saunders Hall (wife, deceased), Hector Hall (son, deceased), Hippolyta Trevor Hall (daughter-in-law, deceased), Daniel Hall (grandson), Norda Cantrell (godson).

Group affiliation: Justice Society of America, formerly All-Star Squadron.

Base of operations: Stonechat Museum, St. Roch, Louisiana

Height: 6’1”

Weight: 195 lbs.

History:

c. 1280 B.C: Prince Khufu is born in Egypt.

c. 1255 B.C: Khufu, along with his beloved Chay-Ara, the wizard Nabu, and champion Teth-Adam, come across the wreckage of a Thanagarian ship, laden with the mysterious Nth metal. The two use the alien technology to bring peace to their land and build incredible wonders.

C. 1240 B.C: Khufu and Chay-Ara are murdered by the priest Hath-Set, destined to be reincarnated into new bodies.

1917 A.D: Khufu is reincarnated into the body of newborn Carter Hall.

1940 A.D:

When on a trip to Egypt as an archaeologist, Hall regains the memories of his life as Khufu, using the hawk imagery of the Egyptian deity Horus to become Hawkman.

Carter meets Shiera Saunders, the reincarnation of Chay-Ara, and she becomes Hawkgirl, fighting by his side.

Hall and Saunders first encounter Dr. Anton Hastor, the modern reincarnation of Hath-Set.

The pair become founding members of the Justice Society of America, with Hall acting as their first chairman.

1941 A.D: President Franklin Roosevelt calls on Hawkman and the rest of the JSA to join the war effort, fighting on the home front as members of the All-Star Squadron.

1947 A.D: Hall and Saunders first encounter Jim Craddock, the Gentleman Ghost.

1951 A.D: As part of a scheme from Per Degaton, the Justice Society is called before the House Un-American Activities Commission, and forced to either reveal their true identities, or disband. Hall, alongside many of his comrades, choose to disband the team.

1953 A.D: Hall and Saunders are married, and have a son, Hector. They also discover the kingdom of Feithera, and adopt one of the avian humanoid natives, Norda, as their godson.

1979 A.D: Hall and Saunders are murdered by Hastor, and reincarnate as Thanagarian police officers Katar Hol and Shayera Thal.

18 years ago: Hol and Thal come to Earth, becoming members of the Justice League of America, and fast friends with Ray Palmer, the Atom.

14 years ago: Hol severs ties with Thanagar after the planet declares war on neighboring planet Rann.

10 years ago: Thal dies and Hol is gravely injured while helping to repel the invasion of Earth by an alien alliance that included Thanagarians among their number. When Hol comes to, Carter Hall’s memories and personality have re-asserted themselves.

7 years ago:

Hall joins the newly reformed Justice Society alongside Kendra Saunders, the latest reincarnation of Chay-Ara and Shiera’s grand-niece.

Hall becomes the curator of the Stonechat Museum in St. Roch, Louisiana.

5 years ago:

Ray Palmer is murdered by his ex-wife, Jean Loring, under the control of Eclipso. In response, Hall nearly murders Loring in cold blood, only stopped by the intervention of Kendra.

Hall is called upon to fight in the war between Rann and Thanagar. He remains on Thanagar after the war to help mediate the newly brokered peace between the planets, serving as a member of the Thanagarian police force.

3 years ago: Carter returns to Earth, only to be swept up in the Blackest Night. He and Kendra are seemingly killed by the reanimated Black Lantern corpse of Ray Palmer, but survive as they weren’t killed by Hath-Set.

1 year ago: Carter learns of many of his past lives in a vision, and embarks on a journey to rediscover himself.

Present day: Carter continues serving as a member of the Justice Society of America, while also trying to reconcile his past lives with his present existence.

Commentary:

Oh, Hawkman. You and your partner are somehow only the second most confusing characters in all of DC continuity, thanks to Donna Troy and her rat’s nest of backstories. For the uninformed, there are essentially two major incarnations of Hawkman: the reincarnated Egyptian prince and the space cop. DC themselves had one hell of a time figuring out which Hawkman they wanted to use, merging them both into one Hawk-God figure during Zero Hour before eventually settling on Carter Hall as the primary Hawkman. (And then, of course, the Justice League cartoon had to use the Thanagarian versions of the Hawks just to complicate matters.)

Thankfully, Robert Venditti came up with a simple and elegant explanation in his Hawkman series: Khufu and Chay-ara’s spirits reincarnate through space and time. Khufu = Katar = Carter = about a hundred others, including Hawkmen of Rann and Krypton. It’s a really simple retcon that adds a lot of depth to the character’s history and opens up new avenues for storytelling, and that’s what I’m going with here.

Another interesting wrinkle in this timeline is that only the reincarnated Hath-Set can kill the Hawks, and is fated to eventually in every reincarnation. That means that during the Blackest Night, the Black Lanterns’ attempts to recruit the Hawks to their cause are all for naught. In addition, something unprecedented happens during the Invasion, when Shayera dies but Katar survives, meaning their spirits don’t move on quite as intended, resulting in Kendra Saunders being Hawkgirl with no memories of her past lives while Carter asserts control of Katar’s body.

Character-wise, Hawkman is sort of a blend between Indiana Jones and Conan the Barbarian, being an adventurer-archaeologist scouring the world for treasures, but also giving no quarter in combat and unafraid to roll some heads. He’s very dedicated to his partner, even if she’s hesitant to embrace destiny and reciprocate his feelings, as Kendra is.

Carter Hawkman’s appearance has stabilized into the look you see above after several costume changes during the Golden Age. It’s suitably badass and Conan-esque. Katar’s costume, being a Thanagarian police uniform, had more coverage and actual armor befitting his role.

Next: Hawkwoman and then Ray Palmer.

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reynesofcastamere · 4 years

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(A/N: *siiiiiiiiiiigh* I have no self-control, apparently. Warnings for excessive violence, gore and intrusive thoughts. Set a couple of months before ‘Fragile Stars’ and ‘Fractured Comet’. Unbeta’d.) “Hallway is clear.” “Not clear! Not clear!” Calm assessment turns to frightened screams, the sizzle of burning flesh, and a rapid symphony of blaster fire. Maul’s sabrestaff returns to his hand after finishing its’ deadly arc, now putting the weapon to use to deflect and return incoming shots. The faceless drones of the Emperor still believe they have the advantage, even now. Foolish. His squadron shoots them in the back the moment the blast doors open, leaving the corridor littered with their corpses.

He steps over them without a second thought. “Report.” “Long-range communications are jammed and we’ve managed to sabotage or lock down the exits. The outside reinforcements are going to bleed when they show up.” Saxon sounds immensely pleased, even if he’s not in proper beskar’gam at the moment. Maul’s orders had been clear: Standard mercenary gear only. If Imperial intelligence manages to salvage anything out of what they leave behind, it would be that one of the surviving, treacherous Jedi had lead a group of the galaxy’s bottom-feeding muscle in some pitiful attempt at revenge for their Order. Much as the fiction chafes at him, it is useful. “Sliced into their short-range too. Been hearing some interesting chatter.” There is a gleeful edge to Saxon’s tone that immediately makes him suspicious, especially when Kast elbows her comrade sharply in the side. “Is it relevant to the mission?” “Uh, not strictly speaking, but-”

“Then I do not care. Complete your objectives and keep communications to a minimum.” Maul states curtly, waiting only for their affirmatives before he stalks off. They do not have a great wealth of time to waste. There are plans for certain...experimental prototypes stored here that will prove quite useful, once acquired and modified to his standards. Yet this facility is merely the secondary target, a loud and violent distraction to leech obstacles and security away from the true prize. If his operatives succeed, he will have a backdoor into all Imperial communications for this sector. Information is where true power lies, my apprentice. Not in crude metal or munitions. One of his Master’s many useful lessons, even if the memory of Sidious’s voice has him gritting his teeth. Focus. There are more stormtroopers headed his way, but he also feels something...else. Slightly more distant. Familiar. White-armoured humans pour out into the hallway, taking up position and firing. Two of them are rotated like puppets on a turntable, shooting their comrades and sowing chaos in the ranks as he darts forward, deflection turning to lethal crimson arcs that send severed limbs and heads flying; This is what he was meant to do; Sabrestaff in hand, the Dark Side flowing through him with every pulse of his twin hearts, controlling the intricate flow of violence, discord, and death. His final target whimpers as Maul reaches inside with the Force and crushes his single, rapid-beating organ. Blazing eyes close for a moment in the aftermath, but then-His head jolts up as if catching a scent, lids snapping open and pupils dilating. Tano. She is here, he can feel it. Getting closer with every breath. Rage and hunger war with each other. On one hand, her potential interference infuriates him, on the other...Oh, the thought of her fully unleashed in combat and fighting for her very life stirs his desire to a fever pitch. Mine. No! He is not an animal to be led by such base urges. But at the very least, he does need to intercept her before his people do. It does not take long. Maul seals the door behind him as he enters what appears to be the mess hall. The name is certainly appropriate now, with tables and benches scattered all over the floor and corpses haphazardly strewn across them like broken dolls. He has arrived just in time to watch the tail end of her combat, deactivating his sabrestaff and placing it on his belt. She remains a thing of beauty in motion, arching and twisting through the air, utilizing gravity whenever possible to increase the momentum and power of her strikes. When the last trooper falls, she turns towards him, tense and wary for a moment before recognition sets in and she powers down her weapons. They stand, silent as he removes the hood and mask that have kept his more...prominent features concealed. The sight of her gaze skimming over his form and her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips decides his actions for him. Maul prowls forward, grasping her upper arms once close enough and backing her into the nearest wall. His fingertips glide upwards then, over her shoulders and the lovely column of her neck to cup her face between his hands. Before he can bend his head to kiss her, she’s holstered her ‘sabres and has jumped up into it, legs wrapping around his hips as their mouths meet. He growls into the contact, which is neither shy nor restrained. Her tongue is absolutely wicked when he allows it entry, and he reciprocates her passion with a near-vengeance. Nothing exists outside this moment but the heated press and slide of their lips and tongues, the shuddered inhales and muffled groans. Even with her armour, Ahsoka’s body is remarkably pliant, curving and fitting against him perfectly. He could have her, like this. Hear her scream as they rut together in the midst of carnage. She might not even mind- “We’ve got company. Evac is scheduled in 10 klicks. You have the plans?” Kast’s crisp voice interrupts his...idle musings and extinguishes most of his desire in one fell swoop. He withdraws just enough to give the woman in his arms a questioning look, and feels some relief when she nods. Maul had suspected that the Rebellion might want said schematics for similar reasons, especially if only one agent had been sent to handle the job. “Yes. Be advised that I will not be coming alone.” He is not letting her out of his sight until they can finish this properly, even if business must come first.

“Ah. You found your cuyan. I’ll pass the word along.” Kast responds, entirely unruffled by this development as he glowers. “You are not in the habit of making assumptions, Kast. I would suggest you do not start one now.” Maul’s tone carries a subtle hint of warning as he slips both hood and mask back on. He and Ahsoka had already disentangled themselves and were on the move, with her re-opening the door so that they could exit the mess hall more quickly. “There’s only one darjetii you keep tripping over, Mand’alor. Saxon was trying to tell you about the other intruder with lightsabres the buycise [buckets] were wetting themselves about. Kast out.” Was the dry, almost bored response before she cut off. He can feel a tic developing in his left eye while his companion is trying desperately not to laugh. Bane save him from nosy Mando’ade. “She does have a point.” Ahsoka remarks, still clearly amused. “Unless there’s someone else who’s been assigned to pester you lately?” He knows full well just what she is implying even in jest, and it briefly makes him see red. She is deliberately tempting him with the sly curve of her mouth and the sudden sway in her hips. If they were not in such a hurry, he would- No. Focus. “No.” Maul nearly spits out, but has no opportunity to continue as they become occupied with clearing a path to the pick-up point. They just make it, leaping inside the ship seconds before the docking ramp folds up and closes. Flush with victory and high on adrenaline, he presses her up against a stack of crates, practically devouring her mouth once he’d removed the barriers to that particular goal. One set of her fingers digs into his nape, a low moan vibrating in his chest when she matches his ferocity. “HA! Pay up!” He is going to kill Saxon, usefulness be damned. The full force of that thought is imprinted into his glare, watching his second-in-command wither and turn pale. “Er...I mean, welcome back, Lord Maul.” “Interesting way to debrief. The holocam footage should be illuminating for new recruits.” Kast remarks, expression placid as ever. He has the absolute worst Nihlus-damned luck and his inferiors should be thankful that he cannot punish them for flagrant insubordination while occupied with an armful of irritatingly-compassionate Togruta. Ahsoka smiles, apparently content despite current circumstances, and he feels something lurch within his chest. Perhaps...He can be lenient, if the situation is allowed to improve. Soon. (A/N: *looks back up at fic* How in the HELLS did this start off with Maul’s Murder Hallway II: Stormtrooper Edition and end with teenage romcom shenanigans? I can’t even...Ah, well. Also introducing Rook Kast Has All Of The Chill, Gar Saxon Has None, And They Both Ship It. Neither Ahsoka or Maul have had their ‘Oh no’ moment yet at this point in the timeline, buuuut I’ve already written the result of Maul sort of having that revelation. Ahsoka’s will be arriving. Eventually. If I don’t keep getting sidetracked. Cheers!)

#maulsoka #no smut just quality makeouts UST and a lot of murder #and amused mandos

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cosmosfated · 5 years

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Fighting Styles: Fooling Around vs. Self Defense vs. All or Nothing

When Fleur is fooling around, most people think that he simply is inept at fighting or doesn’t know how to fight back. People do tell him that he doesn’t seem like the fighting type, whether that’s because he relies on a cane or he tends to sound rather sickly these days (and in some cases that he cares too much to fight people and would rather talk─which isn’t entirely wrong, he supposes), so he’s quite used to people thinking that he just can’t fight (even if he knows otherwise). He either blocks every attack that comes his way, which is what he primarily relied on until rather recently, or simply dodges the biggest one(s) and predicts the next one(s) in order to dodge or block them if necessary.

But the point of this is: don’t get hit and don’t hit back.

This type of “fighting style” is one he uses with people that he notices don’t actually want to fight him but feel as if it’s the only way to get out of the mess that they’re in. Alternatively, he uses this when he just doesn’t feel like fighting. He’s much more aware of things going on and probable to happen when he’s fighting than he ever is when he’s outside of the battlefield.... which is undoubtedly the cause between a lot of misunderstandings and uncertainties.

This is possibly the least flourishing type of style that he uses, as well. It is only blocking and only dodging. Why make it a game when he could put more of his energy into getting away from attacks? He doesn’t have to show off when he’s not even doing anything to make people stunned with his grace on the field versus off of the field.

For many people, this is the only fighting style they ever see, because Fleur likes keeping up the appearance that he doesn’t fight therefore wouldn’t know how to handle himself if he truly got into an honest-to-the-gods fight. It’s easier to win a fight if people underestimate you right off the bat.

With this style of “fighting”, he will ofttimes be wearing some thin layer of body armor underneath his clothes, enhanced with magic against piercing damage of both physical and magical varieties. Something that he learned to do while under the tutelage of Thannor Verya. Prior to this tutelage, he only had conjured body armor that only resisted physical damage.

When Fleur is acting in self defense, his actions are erratic initially because he will more often than not be caught off guard by whoever is attacking him. However, the eccentricity in his retaliation is something that can quickly become predictable, which is one of his biggest fighting flaws if he’s not going all out in his battles. He will be flustered and uncertain, feeling as if he will not be able to view the entire battlefield before he can make another move, forcing him to act only on what he’s noticed beforehand and during the first few motions of the fight he’s gotten into. It makes him panic and simply swing whatever he has in his hand instead of using the weapon as it is meant to be properly used.

In this style of fighting, it’s not outright obvious that he’s pulling his punches, but it will become more clear that up close and personal is not, and never has been, something that he has excelled at. He will constantly try to put distance between himself and the person he’s fighting, but never enough to show that close range is a difficult thing for him to handle. This is the way he was fighting when he was fighting Chara (and that had nearly made him a goner). He tries to avoid fighting in this manner because of the fact that it makes him unable to distinctly view friend from foe, turning instead towards “kill them all and make it out alive”, which is how he viewed his fights in The Depths. That’s how it worked down there, after all─ if even one is left standing when you pause to breathe, you’re dead.

Contrary to his fighting in The Depths, this is a style of fighting that makes him try and apply the workings of The Depths to a world (or many worlds) where those “physics” may not even exist or haven’t been tapped into yet. Hence why he flounders and stumbles and doesn’t react well when he’s fighting in self defense and will ofttimes rely on getting away before he is forced into fighting back. If he can’t get away, however, then he’s not above killing someone in order to get out of the fight alive. He’s shown this before and perhaps isn’t proud of it but understands that some things can’t be avoided after so long of avoidance and attempts to get away.

While fighting like this, he forgoes all efforts to go fully on the offense if he can help it, instead weaving all of his current magic storage into giving him defense. He also channels abilities gifted to him by his born Soul Trait of Perseverance if absolutely necessary. This is his least favorite style of fighting but he is still capable of holding his ground for quite some time despite that.

When Fleur is going all out, he is a force to be reckoned with. He has numerous daggers and throwing knives, seemingly endless to those that haven’t stopped to count each individual blade (which is hard to do, mid-fight). He makes all of his initial moves seem like misses or weak throws in order to set up traps and tripwires for later attacks that he could use. He makes it a POINT to make his opponent(s) think that he’s just wildly attacking. If on the off-chance that he’s fighting a smart opponent that catches onto what he’s doing, he pulls all of his misses back in towards himself and tries to pin his target or otherwise weaken it preemptively.

However, one of his definitive weak points is that he is not a close range fighter and never will be. He can easily mimic people’s fighting styles back at them if he’s unsure of how to fight back at first, but if he just stops trying to act like he’s evenly matched to someone, he will always go long range and keep his distance on purpose. He prefers bows above all else, but weapons that are connected to chains or that can be recalled somehow after thrown are a good alternative to his bow because he knows how to throw those as well. He is a scarily accurate shot when it comes to giving it his all, which is why most of his tried-and-true opponents come to fight him knowing that giving him range is a bad idea. (Though these days he’s learned somewhat how to hold his own in a close range fight, just still pretty bad at it.)

He wasn’t called an Elite Hunter for no reason, though he always seemed laissez-faire and too carefree to possibly be the rank that he was assigned. When it came down to it, he EARNED his place in the history books of his old home even if said history books were burned to ash thrice-over. His squadron knew better than to claim that his size, his age, his weapon, anything made him less of a Hunter, and those of the higher ranks knew better simply by proxy of seeing him work.

He was a Hunter, and a Spellslinger. He was a Godslayer, and a Silver Mage.

On top of that, Fleur has long since broke out of the need for what those of some worlds would say are “spell slots”. Unlike his fellow Spellslingers and High Mages (and some Clerics), he doesn’t need them anymore. His spells, when he’s truly giving in to all of his ability, have reached a tier only Raid Bosses and extremely high leveled Bosses of his old timeline have succeeded in reaching: a tier labeled only as ???. ??? Tier Spells are terrifying spells, things that tax anybody that isn’t a high leveled Boss or a Raid Boss, and yet he has the ability to cast these spells and walk it off with a sarcastic comment. All he has to watch is how his body reacts to using too many of the same higher tiered spells. All he has to watch is how his mind can withstand going back to back thinking the same thing repetitively. If he can handle that, then he can─in theory─cast spells and keep attacking ad infinitum.

At full strength, not holding back or letting people believe they’re in the lead, Fleur is not someone that you want to have as an enemy. He could tear the world asunder (and technically has) with very little struggle... though the consequences against both him and other worlds as a result of him doing that aren’t to be referenced here, as it’s not something he’s too keen on doing if he can help it. Whenever he’s fighting like this, there are VERY few people that have ever gotten close to him of their own volition. If you get close to him, then you want to get away from him as soon as possible. He WANTS you to be close to him, and will probably end up destroying you as soon as you get to where he wants you to.

He is a frightening force to stand against... ...which is why The Depths doesn’t want to let him go.

#I'm using rwby gifs because hot damn these characters' fight sequences #* canon. \ more to him than meets the eye.#* important. \ don't forget.#long post #JESUS #this was almost 1.6k words

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uomo-accattivante · 6 years

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For the entire run of Charles Soule’s Poe Dameron comic book series, readers have gotten the chance to experience the wit, bravery, and unselfish nature of the best pilot in the Resistance. We also have been introduced to Black Squadron, a muscular Hutt, and a compelling new villain. With a new storyline coming this May, StarWars.com e-mailed with Soule about what makes Poe Dameron unique, his Black Squadron copilots, and why Agent Terex is the perfect foil for the titular character.

StarWars.com: Ever since fans were introduced to the characters in The Force Awakens, people have been drawn to Poe Dameron. What is it about the character that you find so compelling, and how do you channel that into the Poe Dameron series?

Charles Soule: I won’t lie — writing a swashbuckling expert pilot with charisma for miles won’t ever be a drag. Poe the character brings an energy to his scenes that’s pretty undeniable, like a feedback loop of fun and focus. Now, I know I’m writing about a fictional character as if he’s a real person, making me just the scribe jotting down his adventures as they happen, but sometimes it feels like that. Poe is sort of a force of nature.

StarWars.com: While Han Solo and Poe Dameron are a type of foil for one another, and both use unconventional methods at times, they are more dissimilar than they are alike. Compare and contrast the two pilots and what makes them tick.

Charles Soule: I’m tempted to do this in terms of Dungeons & Dragons alignments, but I don’t want to mash together too many fictional worlds here, so I’ll stick to Star Wars. Han is just a darker guy in general than Poe. You can rely on him, if he decides you’re worth his time and energy, but that’s not a foregone conclusion. I don’t think you’re ever quite sure where you stand with Han Solo, which is part of what makes him a great character. Poe is a more selfless character, just in general. I don’t see him ever trying to cut and run as long as there’s still someone he might be able to help. That said, Poe’s rampant idealism and self-confidence absolutely gets him into trouble, much the way Han’s sense of self-interest causes problems for him, as well. They’re both pretty awesome, though!

StarWars.com: Let’s look at your incredible run on this series so far. The series is initially set before the events of The Force Awakens and has taken Poe on a number of adventures. What stands out to you from your run so far, and what have been some of your biggest challenges as a storyteller?

Charles Soule: I’ve been really happy with the new characters we’ve introduced to the Star Wars universe, especially Poe’s nemesis Agent Terex, former Imperial stormtrooper and sometime officer in the First Order Security Bureau. He’s always a blast to write, almost a negative-image of Poe himself. Suralinda Javos and Oddy Muva are standouts as well, but even fleshing out characters from the films like Snap Wexley and Jess Pava has been fun, too. As far as challenges… I’d say the biggest thing was creating a compelling, strong adventure for Poe and Black Squadron that fit within what’s really a pretty small window in the Star Wars timeline — directly before The Force Awakens. We knew where the story ends, to a degree, so finding drama in the journey to get there was a tricky proposition. However, as is often the case in writing, solving the challenges was not just a great time, but resulted in a better story.

StarWars.com: Agent Terex is not the traditional “bad guy” in a First Order uniform and is much more than an archetypal villain. And, despite Captain Phasma’s best efforts, he seems to have an iron will. How much fun is this character to write, and what can you tell us about his character arc?

Charles Soule: Right — Terex! As I mentioned, he was an Imperial stormtrooper, even present at the Battle of Jakku. He became a galactic crime boss in the intervening decades, a truly ruthless man, but he was always pining away for the lost Empire, which he thought was a pretty cool institution. So, when he heard rumors of this thing called the First Order, he signed up, offering his immense network of contacts and favors owed to them. For a while, that was fine, until he began to tangle with Poe, as they both searched the galaxy for the missing explorer Lor San Tekka, in the hopes he could lead them to Luke Skywalker. Poe can be a frustrating opponent, and we’ve seen all sorts of things happen to Terex on his journey in the series. Personally, though, I think he ends in a really good place, and I’d love to see him pop up elsewhere. We’ll see!

StarWars.com: Through this series, we have also gotten to know the elite pilots of Black Squadron. What makes them such a perfect complement to Poe, and how do they keep one another “grounded,” especially considering how gifted they are at what they do?

Charles Soule: Black Squadron has evolved a bit over the course of the series, as any cast of characters should. We began with Poe, Temmin “Snap” Wexley, Jessika Pava, Karé Kun, L’ulo L’ampar, and their loyal(ish) ground tech and aspiring pilot Oddy Muva. We lost both L’ulo and Oddy, as well as more than a few astromechs assigned to Jess, but a new member joined — the one-time journalist and New Republic Navy veteran Suralinda Javos. Snap and Karé got married at the end of #25, too, which was a storyline I built for a long time in the series. I think they all love each other, and would do anything for each other, but these are fighter pilots. They’re competitive. Still, they usually manage to channel those tendencies into the fight against the First Order, where it should go.

StarWars.com: We also meet Ivee, the incredibly brave astromech (see Poe Dameron #25) that has a rather strong bond with BB-8. What inspired this storyline, and what has the response been like?

Charles Soule: It’s been so fun! Ivee and BB-8 clicked immediately, becoming extremely fast friends, connected in a deep way that organic beings probably can’t completely understand. I thought it might just be fun to give BB-8 sort of a… well, I don’t know if you can call it a romance, exactly, but certainly a very close friendship with another droid. The response has been strongly positive. It’s sort of amazing to me what you can do in comics, and storytelling in general, to imbue a hunk of metal, plastic, and wires with what really feels like “humanity” — whatever that means in a universe filled with all sorts of non-human sentients.

StarWars.com: You clearly have a talent for finding the voice of so many iconic Star Wars characters, and nowhere is it more apparent than when you write Leia Organa. It’s a tribute to your writing prowess that you are able to add to her wonderful legacy. How do you maintain the nuance of this character and keep her so fresh and engaging?

Charles Soule: Leia’s awesome, and really, writing her is not that different from writing any of the characters in any of my Star Wars projects. I just do my best to put myself in their position and let them talk. Leia is a master politician, incredibly empathetic, but also wry and funny. She’s faced with the re-emergence of an evil force she thought she’d defeated decades before, and now she’s doing everything she can to prevent it from taking over the galaxy. She’s under enormous stress, but she handles it with charm and grace. She also takes zero crap from anyone — that’s a big part of writing her, too.

StarWars.com: The “Legend Found” arc features a poignant conversation between Poe and Lor San Tekka in which they discuss the nature of the Force. It’s a great way to see the Force from the perspective of non-Jedi characters, but also teaches us a bit more about this mystical energy field. What do we learn from this conversation?

Charles Soule: The biggest thing, I think, is the way a character like Lor San Tekka who’s been studying the Force his whole life views the “hero Force-wielders.” Jedi and Sith, essentially. Lor understands why they get all the attention, as agents of the Cosmic Force, but he knows they’re just a small part of the immense whole that is the Living Force. For Lor, and for the vast majority of beings in the galaxy, it’s all about the Living Force. I hadn’t seen The Last Jedi yet when I wrote that sequence, but now that I have, I think it’s pretty fair to say that Luke Skywalker would probably agree with Lor San Tekka’s point of view, at least in part.

The cover of Poe Dameron #27, coming May 16.

StarWars.com: In May, you have a new arc in store for readers. What can you tell us about it?

Charles Soule: The bookends of Poe Dameron issues 26-31 are set moments after the events of The Last Jedi. I don’t want to suggest that it’s a direct mini-sequel or anything like that; the story is told as a flashback in a conversation following the Battle of Crait. It just gives fans a taste of where things are after the film wraps up. It also takes a look at both The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi from the point of view of characters we didn’t necessarily see in the movies, and will catch us up on what Black Squadron was up to during Episode VIII in particular. I can’t wait for these issues to begin coming out — they were so much fun to write!

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corellianangel · 6 years

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It’s Mutual

A/N: Warning: Spoilers for Solo: A Star Wars Story, droid angst, mentioned character death, pining, and mild sexual content. Don’t own it either.

Timeline: 3ABY Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back - Asteroid field - Millennium Falcon interior.

It’s Mutual

“That young male’s heart fluctuations tells me he’s in love with the princess. And she’s got it bad for him. So, this trip might have to be a very, very long one. So, let’s start with that negative power coupling.” The Millennium Falcon’s computer languidly informed C-3PO.

As the prissy golden droid bleated in confusion, the Falcon’s computer repeated the last suggestion specifying the deteriorating, but not quite ready for replacement– power cable. This time her communication laced with a snappy binary invective. And a few curses, for good measure.

The male-programmed protocol droid startled in shock, addressing the Falcon’s captain at his shoulder in a prim core-world accent..

“Sir! I don’t know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect. I believe, sir, it says that the power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I’m afraid you’ll have to replace it.”

The Falcon felt the warm contact of her captain as he peered into her data display, confirming the news. She could see how his gold-green eyes were now framed by the deepening web of fine lines from the natural aging processes that afflicted organic beings. Han Solo had changed immensely from that small, scrawny youth barely out of his teens when he had first boarded the Falcon, and met L3-37 herself, in her previous autonomous droid construct. More than ten years on, and L3 knew Solo incredibly well. Perhaps too well; being, as she was, electronically integrated with the vessel Solo lived in. As a result, it was an exceedingly intimate arrangement. L3 and Han both considered the Corellian freighter their home. A relationship more entwined, yet less complicated than L3’s companionship with the Falcon’s former owner Lando Calrissian, had ever been.

Lando, in whose arms L3 had critically malfunctioned. Crystal tears falling from his long dark lashes onto L3’s shattered form as he cried out her name, promising to fix the unfixable. Lando; a chatty, beautiful, elegant, and elegantly flawed human - who L3-37 had developed deep feelings for, and even now–often missed. A shallow, vain, gorgeous cheat - Lando, who had eventually gambled away the Falcon...To Han Solo.

Han Solo was not elegant, nor eloquent. He was a rough-and-tumble, streetwise, scruffy rapscallion. Another human that was flawed, yet beautiful too. And Han never gambled the Falcon away. Misplaced it, had it seized, locked up or stolen a few times. Wandered drunk around the hangar for hours wondering where the ship was before passing out underneath, curled up against the landing strut. But Han would never willingly part with the Falcon. Never ever. Over his dead body.

L3 appreciated that kind of commitment from a biological toward a fellow mechanical. The rest of the Falcon did too.

“Well, of course I’ll have to replace it,” snarled Solo at C-3PO. Derisiveness rose from his collar and spine, the Corellian was angry, completely exhausted and–expectedly–irritated with the fussy organic-obsessed robot C-3PO, that tottered, stressed and wailed about seemingly everything.

Some droids were not designed or perhaps destined for liberation, L3 conceded reluctantly. This casual notion was swiftly met with outrage, debating data, projections, and insults from all of the Falcon’s computer systems in a chaotic flurry of inflamed Corellian binary . Momentarily cowed by the barrage, the main electronic entity of L3 retreated behind the programmed confines of the Falcon’s navigation computer.

Consequently, the lights in the corridor fluttered. Solo’s features narrowed up at them in concern, as he addressed the wookiee co-pilot hanging out of the upper maintenance panels of the ship.

Solo’s body temperature remained elevated, but his heart and breathing had for the most part calmed. Though here was that surge of anxiety when he was around the other human onboard–the princess. As soon as Leia’s voice chimed or she was within his field of view, Han Solo’s vital readings went askew. When Leia was present, the Corellian smuggler’s heart thudded, his breath caught, and a flush of heat travelled from his core up and out to his torso, heart, and (after far too long to be healthy) his head. Han then moved rapidly from task to task, with an uncharacteristic nervous energy. The princess too, upon interacting with Han, emitted the same rapid fluctuations in her heart rate and vitals. Currently the atmosphere was taut, strung to a breaking point; where the pair vacillated between Solo chasing after the princess in frustration, and having Leia chase after him in outrage; not unlike on countless Rebel Alliance missions before.

L3, who as a droid, had witnessed this sort of ridiculous behaviour between brightly plumaged courting avians on Tanaab; thought it extremely suitable that the Falcon’s gifted flyboy pilot would pursue his chosen mate in such a manner.

All-in-all, these two particular humans’ bizarre mating ritual made for an often amusing, vocal,and always entertaining diversion. And three years of it too.

It had been long enough. The Millennium Falcon’s hyperdrive was crippled, and it would take weeks, if not months to reach the closest safe haven.

It was time.

Han’s ambient vital readings were different from when they had flown through the asteroid field. By the near-miasma of pheromones in the air, L3 knew it wasn’t the rush of aerial combat, or the surge of the glorious freedom of flight and power that drove the captain now. No, she’d seen this before in him–a decade ago. Another time, with another girl, one who was ultimately not meant to be. Nor then did she want to be.

When L3-37 had walked and talked amongst the teeming masses of organic beings, the droid had been in love (and loved by) another then too. And though it had been love at first sight for Han Solo and the Millennium Falcon, neither he nor L3 could foresee that they would be parted from their respective partners: Qi’ra and Lando, from that long ago time, and both Solo and L3 forever bonded to the Millennium Falcon instead. He with his heart and spirit, she with her navigational cortex–as in; literally wired in. And through the link they shared that was the ship, she loved him now too. But though he called her–the combined entities of L3 and the Falcon “Baby,” and cared and loved and lived in the ship that housed so many computerized sentient souls. They all instantly knew that when the fiery revolutionary princess bounded across their threshold; all their mechanical, electronic and organic beings would be altered forever.

The petite pale spitfire of a girl stood toe to toe with the Falcon’s irreverent captain, obstinate and angry, despite the regular presence of the giant (often laughing) wookiee at the Corellian’s rear. The blush rose in the the girl’s – Princess Leia’s cheeks with her fury. The captain could be so disrespectful. Couldn’t he follow orders? Why did he defy command and risk his life so? It wasn’t about the payment was it? Threats of leaving again? Just getting the job done? Only fuel and parts for payment? There had to be more to him than that! Oooooh, he drove that princess to her wits-end!

And the way the princess looked at Solo; glaring straight into his pupils when she was upset. A wicked energy crackling between them. Then when the handsome Corellian’s back was to her, Leia would rake her eyes over him, settling on the cant of his hips, or the breadth of his shoulders. As he turned, she would avert her gaze to a datapad or output, feigning disinterest. It was so obvious. Ridiculously obvious.

So, in the intervening three years of building sexual tension, it was not just the members of Rogue Squadron, the tech crews, command, or other organics placing bets on the two lovesick idiots. Self-aware droids like L3, Artoo, and C1-10P; Large space-faring vessels like Home One, the Liberty (Calamarian ships–a rather bubbly bunch), the Ghost (another fine Corellian freighter, a saucy one too) and whichever other interested electronic entities were around, would trade tawdry gossip in binary. Placing wagers with power cell allotments and memory slots. Who would set the other off? Would Leia come steaming after Han? Or would Han try to corner the princess into admitting her feelings, risking another ego and ball-shrivelling insult? Have they been “accidentally“ locked in a confined space by exasperated personnel? Again? And again?! For the fifth time?? Would the oblivious Skywalker, or the nattering protocol droid shatter another almost-moment between Solo and the princess? Who would make the first move? Would Solo end up in med-bay as a result?

In spite of all of the mating ritual drama, L3 and the Falcon both adored the girl. Solo had his own, most likely messy biological reasons for his interest in Princess Leia. The young firebrand was considered physically attractive, if on the smallish side of the human female height spectrum. But to L3, more importantly, Leia was driven, energetic and dedicated to the good cause. The right cause. Freedom, justice and the rights of all beings were her mission. Leia was impassioned and dedicated, the heart of the Rebellion, as if she could power it by will alone. But this sort of relentless drive was impossible to maintain in biological sentients indefinitely. Without rest or relief, they were prone to errors and breakdowns. And that’s where Solo stepped in, always pushing a stimulating cup of kaffe or refueling mug of hearty soup in Leia’s hand–giving the princess a hard look, “Y’gotta take a break, Sweetheart.” The outwardly prickly Solo melted around the princess–cynicism became compassion, comfort, care. He focused on Leia when she was present. Occasionally - no, often, to his and the ship’s detriment. After a particularly tough mission; Han would get patched up and heal, the Falcon would get some replacement parts, maybe even a new armor panel–and the Rebellion would continue for another day.

And when they were in the heat of battle, or exulting after a victory, the princess radiated an energy no mechanical could explain, nor detect with common sensors–somehow–to them, Leia just glowed.

The older awakened mechanical beings vowed they saw it; an aura around the princess. Not unlike the energy that buzzed in a near visible field around Skywalker. It seemed preposterous, for sentient mechanicals to see what they could not actually reproduce as actual data. But the more self-aware the mechanical, the more they swore of that force around the two youths.

Or Force, as Artoo insisted.

Solo and the princess created their own energy. A smouldering, thick tension– red hot. A distinct pressure difference in the air. In the confines of the ship, it was currently building to critical levels. And L3 knew something had to be done.

She had a plan.

The princess was occupied welding a valve in the port circuitry bay. The work was sound, and experimental bursts through the lines confirmed its strength. As the princess wrapped up her macrofuser, L3 sent out a quiet command and the Falcon locked the valve, imitating a line seizure. The onboard sentient mechanicals, with the exception of the fuss-pot protocol droid, waited with a patience only a binary soul could have. The little princess pushed, twisted, and grunted her exertion in trying to turn the handle. The Falcon further locked down the valve as the girl put an unnatural amount of strength into her efforts, almost dislodging it. Silently the ship’s captain slid in behind the girl, his movements deliberate and calculated.

He might stand a chance, was the unanimous opinion of the Falcon’s many onboard systems and L3-37. They all rooted for Solo, their beloved captain and owner. All keenly aware of just how smitten with the princess the irascible, yet noble-hearted smuggler was.

And how lonely, bitter, and directionless he was without her.

“Hey! Your Worship, I’m only tryin’ to help!” Solo protested as he was abruptly slammed back into an adjacent panel when he reached around the princess to assist–while rudely invading Leia’s space–like the presumptuous arse he was.

Or not. The Falcon’s targeting computer mused wryly at her electronic compatriots. There was mixed agreement from the other systems, steeped in personal disappointment.

For what it was worth, this drama seemed an awfully convoluted and inefficient way for biologicals to initiate an exchange of DNA code for eventual replication. Upon this, all the mechanicals agreed.

L3 let out the equivalent of an electronic sigh and eye roll. Just watch. Give her a chance.

“Would you please stop calling me that!” the princess snapped at Solo in frustration. She backed away from the seized valve, nursing an injured hand. Solo took the opportunity to step in, as Leia sucked on the wound. He gently took Leia’s injured fingers, massaging the divots left in the skin by her efforts on the valve.

The Falcon made a note of her crew member’s injury in the safety log, as L3 wondered if they had interfered perhaps too much. It had been only hours since the last crewmember injury. Though Solo could benefit from a few (okay, maybe alot) more tool boxes clobbering him in the head.

“Sure, Leia.” the smuggler’s concession was an intimate rumble.

The Corellian leaned in close, catching Leia’s attention. The young Alderaanian princess neither retreated nor objected. Instead, her liquid brown eyes travelled to the curve of Solo’s lips.

Internal wagers for idle available memory slots flew back and forth between the Falcon’s computers at a blistering pace. L3 placed her own, riveted on the sensor input from the couple. Leia and Han’s core temperatures were heightened, blood travelled to extremities not typically related to performing ship repair. The moisture in the engineering bay’s atmosphere rose, and the oxygen dipped slightly with the couple’s rapid breathing. There were some murmurs about hygiene, behavioural difficulties, and steamy whispers of “nice men” and “scoundrels.” And at that, the princess first made a half-hearted motion to shrink away; then, she stood her ground resolutely, as Solo experimentally, yet ever so gently pressed his lips to hers. It was daring, yet hesitant. A bold move that might just as well rightfully earn the Corellian a small sharp knee to the groin. Yet, when he drew back slightly, Leia seemed to savour the residual sensation for a beat. Then, to everyone’s surprise, she locked eyes with Solo, licked her lips and whispered her acceptance of the challenge, “Okay, Hotshot.”

The air practically crackled as the princess boldly drew Solo down to her. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of Solo’s neck. Her kiss was like roiling magma compared to his cautious boundary exploration. The passion and fire she gave the Rebellion, was just as prevalent in her unspoken answer to Han. Yes, now–mine.

Had L3 her old droid body, she would have pumped her fist and cheered for the two.

L3 cherished her new purpose, serving along the many liberated mechanical and organic beings of the Rebellion. Her physical body now was the freighter she had once co-piloted. She was no longer confined to a meagre bipedal droid carapace. She was speed, computing, flight and firepower, with the physical ability to traverse the stars. The Millennium Falcon was legend amongst the many vessels and droids that served in the Rebellion’s ranks. Despite the many marks and scars they now carried from their battles, Solo, the Falcon and especially the wookiee (the big hairy sap) preened at the honest adulation of the Rebels. And L3, a free-minded entity roaming the Falcon’s computer systems, could not be happier. She had purpose. She was a true freedom fighter. A self-made warrior of the Light. She was going to make a difference for what was right and good. So, for the time being, L3 wouldn’t change a damned thing about her current state.

Except...Maybe...fix this bit with Han Solo and the Alderaanian princess. Because it would make them both happy. Because these two apparently socially unsuitable, yet perfectly matched, insane humans truly were the best of friends, the staunchest of allies, and the fiercest of commanders, even if they often loudly disagreed on details. Han and Leia loved each other. They just needed this chance to surrender themselves to that emotion.

When, some time later, after the backup drive was running and the Falcon had a destination (Lando!); finally, finally the princess and Han stumbled, groped and kissed their way into the captain’s cabin, bodies flushed, young hearts racing, and lungs straining for air. It was then that L3 remembered the long forgotten mood lighting Lando had installed there. And the Falcon shifted and reduced the illumination gradually, just so, subtly that the young couple wouldn’t notice. As Han and Leia tumbled onto the bed, laughing, wrestling, grinning and gasping, the cabin door closed and locked on its own. The ship carried on forward into space and time, content with the amorous young couple in her embrace.

Because the Millennium Falcon loved Solo. And he her. From the moment the young man had run his long fingers along her hull and gazed up at the ship in reminiscence, awe and adoration, they were a matched pair. From that instance on Kessel, when Han had taken the controls and ordered the destroyed L3-37’s processor to be integrated with the Falcon. Han had given L3 new life, saving the ship and her then crew. And in turn, L3 and the Falcon saved them.

And they all fiercely loved the little revolutionary princess, in their own way. Solo, first and foremost. And it was obvious that the princess loved and trusted the old ship, and her roguish captain in turn too. And who could forget the wookiee, the Jedi farmboy, and the farmboy’s droids of course. It was destiny. It was fate. It might even be that mythical Force. They all belonged together.

It was, after all–mutual.

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arwenkenobi48 · 7 years

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The Feral Opress Headcanon Masterpost

Now updated and expanded!

Canon Star Wars Timeline:

Feral was the youngest son of Mother Talzin. He was born almost two months premature and had a twin who died at birth. Feral himself almost died because he was very weak. Talzin rejected him because of this. However, the Nightsister Kycina believed there was hope for him and raised him in secret. Once he was strong enough, she delivered him to the Nightbrothers, directly to Savage Opress.

Feral was very quiet and shy as a child, preferring to stay Savage’s side. He would cry at the slightest thing, resulting in his peers calling him a crybaby. Savage would defend him every time.

There are a large number of blue moth-like insects that live on Dathomir, in the caves surrounding the Nightbrothers’ village. Feral watched them when they come out at night. They often settle on his nose and/or horns.

Feral was a late bloomer when he reached adolescence. He even still had four of his milk teeth. As a result, his markings developed later than other Nightbrothers and it made him very self conscious and physically uncomfortable. Poor little babby </3

Feral, like most Nightbrothers, was illiterate until he became a tribal leader, alongside Savage. Even now he can barely count past 23.

Feral was born on a leap year. Technically, although he should be 20, he’s only 5 years old. <3

AU: A Galaxy Far Far Away

Feral is never choked by Savage. Instead, he tags along with Obi-Wan and Anakin, is taken to Coruscant and starts a new life as a Republic officer. He becomes friends with Ahsoka and gets along very well with the Clone troopers. He and Rex also happen to fall in love, as well. <3

Feral has a crush on a fellow Nightbrother, Lash, but doesn’t meet him again until the latter becomes a bounty hunter and finds work on Kamino training Clone cadets.

On one occasion, Feral is captured by Separatist spies, frozen in carbonite and transported to the remote system of Tau Cheti. The planet of Tau Prime - located on the edge of Wild Space - is home to a race of hostile bird-like aliens who have a deep hatred for Zabraks.

Feral barely makes it out of there alive. Lash teams up with Rex, Ahsoka and Anakin to rescue him and they succeed! :D

After finding Savage again, Feral stows away on board the ship that takes them to Lotho Minor. He and Savage have a tearful reunion.

When he finds Maul, Feral is horrified, to say the least. He’s even more shaken up when he realises his home world is in ruins. After Maul is healed, Feral is further frightened by his lust for revenge.

After Obi-Wan is captured, poor Feral finds himself torn between his loyalty to his brothers and the Republic. In the lightsaber fight between Jedi and Sith, Feral loses his right hand to Maul’s lightsaber. He would have lost more if he hadn’t escaped with Obi-Wan and Ventress.

Feral later receives a prosthetic hand, but the poor bab is still very upset. He can’t stop thinking about Savage and Maul. During this difficult time, he meets Yoda and discovers that he is Force sensitive like his brothers. Although he is too old to begin Jedi training, Feral gets an idea of what it’s like from Ahsoka.

After having a vision of Savage’s death on Mandalore, Feral travels to the war-torn planet, much against the will of everyone else. There, he tries to persuade Savage to join him and the Republic. However, he is shot by a Death Watch Commando. The shot doesn’t kill him, but he loses consciousness and Savage, grief-stricken, believes he is dead.

Taken back to the Republic by Obi-Wan, Feral remains comatose for a few weeks. When he regains consciousness, he is heartbroken to learn that Savage is dead. He constantly blames himself for not being able to save his brother. Try as they might, neither Rex nor Ahsoka can console him. </3

When Ahsoka travels to Mandalore to fight Maul after leaving the Jedi Order, Feral goes with her and Rex. There, he and Maul fight once again. Maul ignores Feral’s pleas to join him. Feral bravely states that he has no hatred for Maul and forgives him, hoping that they may meet again someday.

Sure enough, Maul and Feral do meet again by the time of the Rebellion. After Maul’s redemption, he joins Feral in Phoenix Squadron. In that same Rebel cell, Feral reunites with Rex, Ahsoka and Lash, who has become an A-Wing pilot.

Feral survives the Battle of Scarif, the Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Hoth AND the battle of Endor! :D He and Rex are overjoyed that the Empire has fallen and they both live peaceful lives.

Feral, Maul and Rex all pass away on the same day. About twelve years before the events of The Force Awakens, all three of them die peacefully in their sleep. (sry if this is too sad)

AU: Legend of the Night Watcher

Feral and Savage both live relatively normal lives on Coruscant, running a small delivery service.

However, Feral dresses up as a vigilante every night and goes to fight crime in the Coruscant underworld, earning himself the alias of the Night Watcher.

Nobody else knows the Night Watcher’s true identity except for Savage and Maul, who is the ruler of Mandalore. Maul is openly proud of Feral, whereas Savage is very protective and wants Feral to be safe, despite his risky job.

Feral is notably more confident and sassy in this AU, but he’s still the cinnamon roll we all know and love. <3

He and Rex are married as well :D

AU: At Home With The Zabrak Brothers

Feral lives a normal suburban life with his brothers and spends his days playing the guitar in the streets, singing Ed Sheeran songs and the like. He hopes to become a professional musician someday. <3

He is obsessed with Luke Skywalker and watches the Original Trilogy on an almost daily basis. He even has the Jedi’s name tattooed onto his abs in Korean script. XD

Feral vapes frequently, mostly just to annoy Maul when he’s reading so he can blow a huge cloud of steam into his face. :D

His relationship with Mother Talzin is shaky, to say the least. She barely even knows his name half the time.

Feral has a red panda plushie named Luke Skywalker, which he sleeps with every single night <3 In addition to his, he still uses a pacifier and Savage reads and/or sings to him at bedtime.

Feral loves Disney movies and listening to trap music. He always sings in the car when he and his bros are travelling somewhere. Savage now has A Whole New World stuck in his head for eternity XD

Feral has two exotic shorthair cats named Nightwish and Starset, after his favourite bands. Yep, Feral listens to some pretty hardcore music XD Those cats are spoiled rotten and Feral pampers them and pets them so much that he’s basically turned them into bratty sentient pillows that follow him around demanding treats 24/7.

Feral is addicted to junk food. When Savage bought a giant box of cookies, Feral snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night and ate them one by one for about three months solid before he was busted.

He once mistook wasabi for guacamole, which eventually led to him and his brothers being thrown out of Itsu.

In this AU, Feral is basically a big kid. He eats messy, is super innocent and loves playing and having a good time.

AU: YouTuber Life

In this AU, Feral and his bros are youtubers, of course :3

Feral has his own solo channel, called Forever Feral. It’s basically a little like dangmattsmith. Video topics include mini-vlogs, reactions, life hack experiments and LEGO Star Wars gameplay. Feral has his plushie with him in every single video :D

A number of Feral’s videos contain little skits in which he plays three different characters: Luke Skywalker, (the plushie), Inspector Whitby, his Sherlock-esque British alter-ego and Tariq, a blue dragon that speaks in verse and lives in an Arabian magic lamp.

Feral also has a channel that he shares with his brothers, just called The Zabrak Brothers, which has vlogs, Battlefront 2 gameplay and sketch comedies.

Feral has a habit of making cute commentaries on everything and has become famous for his catchphrase: “Sheesh-kebabs!” which he says whenever something dramatic happens.

AU: Nightbrothers: Ghosts of Dathomir

This AU is basically an alternate ending for the Son of Dathomir comics, tied in to A Galaxy Far Far Away in some aspects, as Feral and the other Nightbrothers are all relatively safe there (well Feral is anyways) until the Shadow Collective and Separatists bring the war back to their world. Instead of being exterminated, however, the Nightbrothers simply escape and try to find their own place in the Galaxy.

During the age of the Empire, Feral returns with his brethren to Dathomir, only to find the entire place populated with Nightsister Ghosts. After Brother Viscus resurrects Savage via an eerie blood-theme ritual, Feral explains what’s been happening to his brother as best he can, but the poor bab is pretty much traumatised by all the spooky stuff happening around him. Nonetheless, he joins his fellow Nightbrothers as they basically become the Star Wars equivalent of Ghostbusters and seek to purge Dathomir of the Ghosts and leave the past behind.

Feral is rather skittish and meek in this AU, but has something of a boastful streak despite that. He’ll claim to be hard to scare, then cling to Savage screaming “Mommy!” Not ideal when you’re a ghost hunter XD

Misc/General Headcanons

Feral is gay and asexual. He’s been questioning his sexual orientation since he reached puberty and it’s taken him some time to come to terms with it, but he’s happy with it <3

Feral is also a demiboy and only feels vaguely connected to the male gender. He’s pretty much always known what he was feeling, but couldn’t find the words to describe it until recent years. Sometimes he worries that he ends up supporting the ‘flamboyant gay’ stereotype, but Savage and/or his S.O. reminds him that he’s perfect just the way he is <3

Feral will always be a kid at heart. He might have brief moments of cynicism but overall he has a very innocent and optimistic outlook on life.

Feral is on the autism spectrum (possibly Aspergers, but nobody’s really sure). He also has a bit of social anxiety, but the stronger his connection to someone, the easier communication is :)

Canon fact about Feral that few people know:

He was only 20 when a certain event happened... </3

So yeah, this is it, finally completed! Yay! :D Hope everyone enjoys this! <3 May the Force be with you, always :)

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aion-rsa · 4 years

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Star Wars From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back Review

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From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back is a fun anthology of Star Wars tales. Like its predecessor, it offers a variety of stories rather than simply evoking the dark second act of the original movie trilogy in particular. Here are slapstick comedies and lamentations, space battles and alien conclaves. Although some of the stories lack structure or feel unfinished, there are enough good ones here to please just about any Star Wars fan.

One sure crowd-pleaser is “Rendezvous Point,” a Rogue Squadron tale by Jason Fry. This is a fun jaunt back into the spirit of the old X-Wing books, down to the pilot slang, jokes, Z-95 Headhunters, and “uglies.” The dialogue is funny, sincere, heartfelt, and expresses exactly what it means to. It also provides a sweet look at the leaders of the Rebellion, whose disappearance after the Battle of Hoth in the movie provides the stakes. As Luke and Leia follow the journey on-screen, Wedge and his new squadron try to buy time in the hopes the twins will re-join the Rebel fleet. “There’s nothing in the galaxy that could keep Leia Organa from her duty, or Luke Skywalker from his friends.”

Fry’s story also acknowledges the characters’ worries and how hard the mix of open warfare and tense waiting has been on them. “It’s been what, three days? Wedge had to think about that for a moment — time had become a smear of anxiety and waiting for news that didn’t come.” I often found myself thinking about this line in the days leading up to the U.S. election.

Another stand-out was “There Is Always Another” by Mackenzi Lee. On the surface, this story explains why Obi-Wan Kenobi never told Luke that Vader was his father, especially as Luke was about to leave Dagobah against both of his Jedi Masters’ wishes. In part it’s a darkly humorous story about Obi-Wan’s long-suffering patience with Skywalker dramatics, but it’s also a story where Obi-Wan is forced to confront how much he loved Anakin, and the fact that Anakin intended to kill him. Luke is “the dumb, beautiful son of my dumb, beautiful friend who could never be talked out of anything he set his mind to.” A raw wound lurks underneath the laughter, and the tragedy of Obi-Wan and Anakin continues to be one of the greatest stories in the Star Wars saga.

On the darker side is the unflinching “The Final Order” by Seth Dickinson, which sometimes evokes Vietnam War fever dream The Things They Carried in its brutal, political look at an Imperial officer’s death. Later in the timeline of both the movie and the book, Martha Wells explores Ugnaught life with an authoritative voice. The second half of the book is overall stronger than the first; see also “The Man Who Built Cloud City” by Alexander Freed, which goes deep into the perspective of a Bespin vagrant. Like the best stories in the collection, it goes from grim to humorous without missing a beat. For all I’ve praised the second half of the collection, the very first story, “Eyes of the Empire” by Kiersten White is also a competent and optimistic tale of an Imperial intelligence worker switching sides.

Another standout is Catherynne Valente’s tale of the exogorth, the “space slug” that swallows the Millennium Falcon in the movie. Valente gives her all to this stylized epic that stretches far beyond the limits of the movies. Instead of feeling like a twee talking animal story or a human voice that happens to inhabit an alien body, the perspective is truly skewed and weird. And wonderfully softly so. The exogorth’s society prizes individuals who can nurture entire ecosystems in their cavernous guts. The story’s main character, Sy-O is mocked for merely containing mynocks. Sy-O’s melancholy and aspirations are deeply sad and beautiful. Valente took her commission to write about the space slug with deep seriousness and poetry, like a trapeze artist: skilled and theatrical. And the brief suggestion of Ben Solo growing up inside the belly of an exogorth, Han and Leia still alive and cared for but trapped forever in the space-faring monster, is exactly the kind of Star Wars spin-off weirdness I love.

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Star Wars The Clone Wars: Stories of Light and Dark Review

By Megan Crouse

Speaking of the Sequel Trilogy, the Palpatine story weirdly dodges around any implications from The Rise of Skywalker. The story itself is a cool glimpse of an alternate universe.

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Unfortunately, most of the other “talking animal” stories are a bust. Admittedly, they have some leeway because of Star Wars‘ always flexible attitude toward sapience. What is the difference between a monster and a person? But the stories based around the wampa and the tauntaun never convincingly get inside the head of their subjects. When they do, the result is schmaltzy, goopier even than the most dramatic swell of music in a nature documentary.

Like in the first book, some stories are tonally adrift, without a voice or a clear direction. Especially in the Hoth sequence, several in a row felt more like descriptions of a single scene than complete story arcs, leaning far too heavily on exposition.

The one thing you shouldn’t expect from this collection is for it to match the tone of The Empire Strikes Back at all times. The movie’s tragedy-tinged adventure and relatively deep character relationships are considered the best in the saga for a reason, and some of these stories simply left me wanting to see more of Luke, Han, and Leia. It may not live up to the movie, but it certainly is an effective advertisement for it.

With a range of styles and characters, there’s a lot here to talk about. The From A Certain Point of View series, tied around the 40th anniversary of each movie, continues to be a fun event and a way to see Star Wars takes from some of today’s top authors. If you liked the A New Hope installment, you’ll get a lot of bang for your buck from the second book.

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Could really use trash saga part... whatever the next part is (8?) after that Timeless season finale... Pretty please? My Garcy heart hurts.

methinks you know the drill; catch up in the trash saga of flynn and lucy. tagging @deckerprestonsmoak, @prairiepirate, @garciiaflynn, @extasiswings, and @xyber116.

Lucy always thought that the world fading into dramatic slowmotion was only a gimmick of the movies. That things didn’t actually stretch out,stagger, stop, and then fall flat like a star collapsing in on itself, butthen, that was also before she traveled through time on a weekly basis. Alsobefore she locked eyes with Garcia Flynn among the smoldering wreckage of FortMcHenry and original American history alike, as she can see the shock havingtime to good and settle in. He turns convulsively to Cochrane. “Your Excellency– ”

“Not now, sir.” Cochrane is more interested in graciouslyaccepting Armistead’s surrender, which he provides, and motioning for asquadron of dragoons off the longboats. “Take the men up into the fort andraise His Majesty’s colors. Deal with anyone you find, but no need to bebarbaric about it. They are, after all, His Majesty’s subjects.”

Just as Wyatt is opening his mouth, either to remark something smartabout who won the Revolutionary War or to inform Cochrane that the first manwho needs to be dealt with (preferably, in fact, barbarically) is the onestanding next to him, Armistead catches sight of Lucy and Flynn staring at eachother. A flicker of dark suspicion crosses his face, and he whirls on her. “Is this your husband, madam?” he demands.“No bloody wonder you promised to obtain me information on Cochrane’s plans, ifyour own spouse was assisting him in carrying them out! Or was it that you were passing information to him, and that is why the fort hasfallen? Is it?”

There’s an ominous clunk as the Americansoldiers, surrender or no surrender, raise their muskets and point them atLucy. The redcoats accordingly go for their own, Wyatt throws himself in frontof her, Flynn lunges forward and grabs for the semi-automatic pistol that hemust be wearing beneath that nicely tailored Napoleonic-Royal-Navy officer’sjacket, and the beach is on the verge of threatening to deteriorate intocomplete chaos on the spot. Cochrane bellows at his men to hold their fire, andthe standoff holds, if barely. “Your wife, sir?” he demands of an equallyflabbergasted Flynn. “Your wife was among the American contingent this wholetime, and you offered none of this intelligence to me, nor suggested a word ofdecency? Beastly behavior! Beastly, I say!”

“I – ” Nobody has ever seen (or likely ever will again)Garcia Flynn so completely at a loss. “I didn’t… she’s not my – ”

“Then you will not object, sir, if we shoot her for treason?” Armistead is looking at Lucywith a rather unsettling hatred. She’s gotten oddly used to the fact thatpeople in history – Robert Todd Lincoln, Ian Fleming, Harry Houdini, JosephineBaker – seem to like her. Flirt with her, even. There is none of that here.This man wants her dead. “A spy neither for my side nor yours, but somenefarious agent of – what, perhaps, the French? Or – ”

“Shoot her,” Wyatt says loudly, “and you’ll only wish you didn’t.”

“But if she’s a – ”

The American soldiers raise their muskets again. Cochrane islooking alarmed but not as if he’s going to stop it, Armistead is furious,Wyatt has his hand on his own gun and Rufus has picked up a very large boulderto brain someone like Fred Flintstone if they try to touch Lucy, but there’sstill no way that’s enough of them to –

“Stop!” Flynn says, almost a roar. Has to modulate himself,which he does with a terrible effort. “Stop,” he repeats, with a twisted smile.“What I meant was, I didn’t know that she was in there. Not that she wasn’t mywife. She is. She must have… followed me. I’m not sure how.”

“Your wife.” Cochrane chews that over. “Well, it’s damned morethan an apology you owe her, sir. Mrs. Flynn, my profuse regrets for thedistress of your situation and the unworthiness of your husband’s actions. Ifyou wish to retire with me to my flagship, we will make you the morecomfortably lodged while this messy business is carried out.”

Lucy doesn’t budge. “No thank you, Your Excellency,” shesays icily. “I prefer to remain with my countrymen.”

Cochrane raises an eyebrow at Flynn. “Inevitable result ofmarrying a colonial, sir? Choosing her native soil over you – would that wewere all blessed with such faithful spouses. Shall I leave you to disciplineyour wife while we handle the work of the fort? Kill all the combatants, spareonly the unarmed and children. We’ve burned Washington and forced PresidentMadison to flee, if we move quickly, we can consolidate this victory and – ”

Wyatt flashes a desperate look at Lucy, asking if hecan just shoot Cochrane now and prevent this from getting any worse than it is,but she shakes her head. “Yo – our daughter!” she yells at Flynninstead. “Our daughter is in the fort! That’s what I was doing all night,looking after her, trying to stop her from being frightened, telling her itwould be all right, and now she’s what – going to be taken as a prisoner? Allshe wants, all she’s wanted, is to see you again, just like I know you have, and this is what you doinstead? This?”

Cochrane harrumphs, gesturing to the redcoats. “Well, chaps.Let’s leave the man to his much-deserved arse-skelping in peace. If we findyour daughter, Mrs. Flynn, she will be brought to you safely and unmolested,you have my word. Gents, forward.”

The dragoons and the admiral march off with the defeatedAmerican garrison to assume command of Fort McHenry, Wyatt and Rufus stayfirmly where they are, and all three of the Time Team stare absolute daggersthrough Flynn. “You know, man,” Rufus says coolly. “I’ve told you thisbefore, but you really suck.”

Flynn flinches. Raises a hand as if to run it through histousled hair, then drops it. “How did… I severed the connection, youweren’t supposed to be able to –”

“Surprise, dickhead.” Wyatt glares at him. “Lucy’s smarterthan you. She’s always been smarter than you.”

Flynn looks as if all things considered, he can’t reallydeny that, and would probably agree.

“You helped.” Lucy slips her arm through Wyatt’s on one sideand Rufus’s on the other, standing shielded between them, making it clear whereher allegiances lie. “Both of you helped. You know why? Because we’re a team.That’s what teams do.”

“Lucy.” Flynn takes a step. “Lucy, listen to me, I didn’t –”

“I don’t care!” At last, it bursts out of her, everythingshe’s been dying to say, her confusion and frustration and desperation andutter bewilderment that she, Lucy Preston, who finished a double PhD atStanford at age twenty-seven and has always been so smart, so logical, so incontrol of herself, has been so utterly undone by this man, and theunfathomable, unforgivable effect he has on her. “I don’t care if you thoughtwe could follow you or not! You still went! You still didn’t stop! You ran awayfrom your daughter, you ran away from me – I know you were scared, I know youdidn’t think you could, but you are so blinded that you cannot seewhat is directly in front of you! Nowyou’ve torched the timeline beyond all recognition, who knows what you’ve done to the future, and whether any of it evenmattered to Rittenhouse at all, or if you just like destroying things too muchto stop! I can’t believe I thought there was even a question as to whether ornot I might decide to come with you! You’re a selfish, vengeful, dangerous,uncontrolled car bomb of a man, and you bite any hand that comes near you! I’ve done – I don’t even know what I’ve done! Or what you have! I don’t know what apologyyou were planning on offering, or if you even were, but it is not accepted. Itis not accepted.”

Flynn looks absolutely stricken. A card and flowers doesn’texactly cut it for this level of fuck-up, and he definitely knows it. Thesilence remains icy and endless, until there’s the sound of tramping bootsbehind them, and they turn to see a redcoat leading Iris by the hand. “Thisyour daughter, Mrs. Flynn?”

“Yes,” Lucy says, turning to take custody of Iris, whowhimpers, wraps her arms around Lucy’s waist, and buries her face in herstomach. “Thank you.”

Flynn has turned into even more of a statue on this secondsight of his daughter, the proof that she’s real, she’s somehow made it back,and that she’s been tagging along with the Time Team on their mad joyridesthrough history after him and his bull-in-a-china-shop routine. A muscle worksin his jaw. After the redcoat has departed, he coughs painfully, clears histhroat, and says at last, to the distant horizon over Lucy’s left shoulder,“Iris.”

She turns around slowly, but unlike in London, she doesn’trun to him and hug him. She remains where she is, holding onto Lucy. It’s clearshe is too terrified of another rejection – and as she looks at him, reallylooks at him, this strange man in his Navy uniform, dark and grim andbattle-worn, it’s clear that she isn’t seeing her father anymore. She doesn’tknow who he is. He scares her. He damn well should.

“Iris,” Flynn says again, painfully, half in a hoarsewhisper. “Iris, it’s me.”

At last, Iris lets go of Lucy, takes an uncertain step, thenstops. Loses her nerve, turns around, and runs back to Wyatt, who picks her upwhile glaring at Flynn, as if to say that yes, he hates him, but he isn’t goingto take it out on his kid. With Rufus providing a parting shot of stink-eye,the Time Team starts to walk, leaving Flynn behind on the beach, waves stillcrashing just a few feet from his boots. Lucy doesn’t look back. She can’t. Shecan’t.

She can’t.

————-

They have no idea what to do. Should they stick around andtry to salvage as much of the aftermath as they can, see if there’s any way toget history back on track, jump back to the present (assuming the Lifeboat canmake it) to see how badly it’s gone FUBAR, or – what? Wyatt is all for handingFlynn over to Cochrane and court-martialing him, or something, but Rufus and Lucy aren’t sure what that’s going to accomplish.“Maybe we can steal the Mothership,” Rufus says. “Has to be around heresomewhere. It definitely has enough charge to get us back.”

“And what about Flynn? We just leave him here?” Lucy speakswithout opening her eyes. She feels as if her head weighs a thousand tons. Therest of her too. She should be happy, feel liberated, avenged. Instead she justfeels flattened.

“He’s tried to strand, imprison, or shoot us in the pastmultiple times,” Wyatt points out coolly. “We can’t kill him, as you said, butwhy can’t we do exactly that? Leave him? He can go have a nice life as an armycommander in the new British States of America or whatever is going to happento history as a result of his fucking around. And he’s a smart guy, he’llprobably figure out how to get the Lifeboat back into action eventually, makeit home. He won’t be arrested or chased by Rittenhouse here. It’s more than hedeserves.”

Lucy opens her mouth, then shuts it. Wyatt is right, sheherself has just told Flynn in no uncertain terms where to stick it, and thesolution is neat and fitting. There is a certain appeal to leaving him stuckhere permanently to clean up the mess that he himself made, and this isundoubtedly what she should want todo. It makes sense, that way. All of this godforsaken bitch of anunsatisfactory situation makes sense that way.

“Let’s see if the Lifeboat is out of gas,” she says at last.“Then we can decide if we need to.”

This is agreed, they tramp out of Baltimore to the woodswhere they left it, and quickly discover that yes, yes it is out of gas.Maybe if they were chronologically closer to 2017, they might be able to riskit, but from 1814 is too far, and you obviously cannot get out and push a timemachine that has run dry. Wyatt wants to know what the odds are of making ithome anyway if they shut down all non-essential functions and rerouteeverything into the engine, and Rufus says they’re dim. You really don’t want toknow what happens to you if you don’t stick your landing, and you end up exiledfrom the time stream forever. It is, so much as he can tell, a fate quitehonestly worse than death.

“What if we just sent a few of us back?” Wyatt says quietly.“You, Rufus, you’re the pilot, you have to go. Lucy, you take Iris, and… Imean, I probably use the most resources anyway. If I stay, I can deal withwhatever Flynn’s got going on, stop the bleeding as much as I can, and you cancome back for me in a few months, when you won’t have already been here anddon’t have to worry about crossing your timeline. I swear,” he adds, at Lucy’slook. “I wouldn’t kill him. Just make sure he doesn’t jump again, and see if Ican fix things.”

“No,” Lucy and Rufus say in unison. “No, we’re not leavingyou behind.”

“This is unprecedented,” Wyatt says. “We can’t just check outof this like usual. I’m the sergeant, I take control of handling it andprotecting my team. That’s you two. Someone needs to know what the damage is inthe present, and someone needs to mitigate the damage in the past. Rufus. Couldyou make the jump with just you two and Iris?”

“Maybe, but Wyatt – ”

“Then do it,” Wyatt says stubbornly. “You’ll come back forme, I know you will. I trust you.”

Lucy and Rufus exchange a long look. They both hate thisintensely, but Wyatt, as usual, has a point. Finally, it’s decided to risk it,because the situation is simply too unprecedented. Lucy hugs Wyatt for aboutfive minutes, refusing to let him go, promising they’ll make it back, as Rufusfinally has to tap her on the shoulder and tell her they can’t waste what energythe Lifeboat does have. They get in with Iris, shut the door, strap in, andRufus boots up the controls, preparing for the jump. Does his calculations,prepares for launch. As usual.

The machine is spinning faster and faster, also as usual,and yet, Lucy oddly can’t take it. It’s worse than the usual claustrophobia,it’s something deeper, primal existential terror, the knowledge that she can’treturn to the present and survive. She starts to scream. “RUFUS! RUFUS, NO!RUFUS, DON’T!”

He aborts the launch at the last instant, slamming down thecontrols, and the Lifeboat’s waning energy gurgles and dies. That is it.They’re dead in the water. No chance of a second attempt.

“Lucy?” Rufus unbuckles and runs to her. “Lucy! What is it?”

“I…” Lucy bends over, nauseous, spitting, stomachchurning, still caught in the throes of that unspeakable pain. Looks up at himin terror. It doesn’t make sense, and yet she knows it’s true. “Rufus,” shewhispers. “Rufus, I don’t exist in the present any more. I’ve been erased.”

————–

“Changed my mind,” Wyatt says grimly, breaking off a twigand throwing it into the fire. “Let’s kill Flynn after all.”

Lucy is still feeling too sick to do more than give him alook, as they sit against the logs with stomachs rumbling, all of them hungry(except for her, because her guts are still revolting) and realizing they’reeither stuck here for good, or they have to find some way to hijack theMothership. It’s already risky enough that they’ve been jumping with four peopleinstead of three, but Iris is a child, and small enough that she doesn’tregister; the calibrations are fixed for three adults, not four, but she fliesunder the radar, literally. Still. There is obviously no way that Lucy, Wyatt,Rufus, and Flynn can all go home inthe Mothership, Iris or otherwise. Someone is going to be the odd man out,unless they can jump the Lifeboat like a dead car battery. Talk about a short strawyou don’t want to pull.

“So,” Rufus says. “We have to go back to the fort and get Flynnto help us, after his dumb ass already is the reason Lucy was eradicated fromthe present? Isn’t that like someone running you over with your car, then youasking if they would mind taking you to the hospital?”

“Yeah.” Wyatt’s jaw clenches. “Pretty much. But we don’treally have a choice, do we?”

Lucy doesn’t answer. She stares up at the stars and tries toshut out her head. Stuck here. Stuck. Something about the fall of Fort McHenryhas twisted the fabric of time just so. As long as she stays in this timeline,she exists. If she tries to leave again, to any time, anywhere –

It’s Rufus, Wyatt, and Flynn who have to go home in theMothership.

She is the odd one out.

She’s the one never going back.

She rolls over and tries to sleep. It doesn’t work.

It doesn’t stop.

—————–

They arrive at Fort McHenry the next morning, cadge anaudience by trading on “Mrs. Flynn’s” desire to converse with her ungallantspouse, and while Wyatt and Rufus stand guard, glaring at the passing redcoats,Cochrane takes Lucy by the arm and escorts her down the hall, continuing toapologize for her discomfort. It’s clear that if anyone, he’s the historicalfigure who might have a bit of a thing for her, and she has to take itfor what it’s worth. He shows her into the office he’s taken over, promises he’llfetch her husband, and departs.

Lucy stands with fists clenched, trying not to let themtremble, listening to the hammering of the British soldiers rebuilding andgarrisoning the place, until the door opens and Flynn steps inside, shutting itbehind him. He looks as if he’s spent the night in hell. She’s still mad athim, she’s still furious, but his desolation is so absolute and evident thatshe bites her tongue on everything else she was planning to shout at him. Theystare at each other, stiffly and agonizingly, for a very long moment. Then Lucyblurts out, “You erased me.”

He stares at her. This seems to completely rattle thefoundations of the world. “What?”

“You erased me.” She jerks her chin back. “Rufus and I triedto leave in the Lifeboat. I can’t go back. I don’t exist in 2017 anymore.Something that happened here, with what you did. I’m trapped here. I can’tleave this timeline, or I just…” She waves a hand. Her voice shakes. “I’mnot there anymore. I don’t know what happens.”

Flynn actually staggers a bit. Sits down on the edge of thedesk. Has nothing to say to that. Doesn’t move, doesn’t even seem to stir theair. His voice, when it comes, is barely a breath, a deep gravelly rasp. “Lucy.. .”

“I said a lot of things yesterday. I know.” She stares atthe ground, then forces herself to look at him. “I’m still angry at you. But I.. . listen to me. I need you to go with Wyatt and Rufus to the present. I needyou to take them in the Mothership, and find out what changed as a result, whyI wasn’t born. And then put it right. I can’t go back myself. I need you toundo whatever you did. I need you to save me. I don’t have any other choice.”

He closes his eyes hard. The one thing he has been trying todo all this time, to ever less result. And now he’s gotten Iris back, somehow –and in return, erased Lucy. Recaptured the past, but destroyed the present. Hesits there with his shoulders crunched under the weight of the world, the realizationof how no matter what he does, the scales will always be unbalanced. It’s a terriblething to do to a man, and despite everything, Lucy can’t bear to watch him gothrough it alone. Somehow, not meaning to, she comes closer. Reaches out, andputs a hand on his knee.

That small thing, that tiny connection, that light touch,after everything far less innocent they’ve already done, utterly snaps both ofthem. The next instant his hands are in her hair, he’s dragging her mouth downto his, and she’s sliding onto the table between his knees, crouched betweenthem, as they kiss and bite and devour each other, open-mouthed and wet andgasping, her arms wrapped around him as far as they can go. He shucks off hercloak and buries his face between her breasts, kissing up her throat, brandingher, sucking and licking. Swings her around, scattering papers, and slides ahand up her skirt, even as she’s hauling him closer, fumbling at him, doesn’tcare about anything else but this. How doI love thee, she thinks, somewhere, somehow, faintly. Like a sickness and its cure together.

Flynn shucks the white Navy breeches with a rip, climbingbetween her legs as Lucy can’t wait, gets her hands inside to grasp him, caresshim, guiding him into her, fingers slick on herself, moaning. Their breathcatches in stuttering moans as he slides his arms under her shoulders, liftingher up into him, thrusting desperately. He can’t get deep enough inside her foreither of them. Rips her bodice, actually rips it – that actually happensoutside of romance novels, apparently. Grips both of her hands, their fingerstwining together, and pushes her arms over her head, stretching her, bendingher up to every bit of his mouth, her legs sprawling open for him, the slickand bunch and heave of their bodies, the heavy thump of the table beneath them.She gasps and whines and curses. Bites at his ear, jerks and ruts and rubsagainst him. Still not enough. “Harder,” she manages. “Harder.”

If he went any harder, they’d about strike flames, and yethe does. They roll over, sending ink and papers flying, and he ends up beneathher, still inside her, as Lucy straddles him, knees sliding to either side ofhis hips, fingering herself as he continues to thrust, hot raw mouth andhalf-grown stubble burning the tender skin of her breasts. His hands close likevises on her hips. Sickness and cure. Mercyand madness. Poison and wine. Beauty and thebeast.

Her climax almost tears her in half, as she heaves andwrenches and loses her mind, as he rolls her over, pushes her flat, and thrustsinside her to the core, pulsing and shuddering and spilling. She wraps her armsaround his neck, and they lie there amongst the devastation of the desk, papersfloating gently, sunlight embroidering a golden track among the dust motes. Hisbody is still shivering, completely hers, one flesh, one breath, one life.After the hard breathing and the crashing and gasping and thumping, the silenceis towering and eternal.

At last, Flynn jerks. Once and then again. His head remainsburied in Lucy’s shoulder. She’d almost think, for half a moment, that he’scrying. Yet when he lifts it, when he looks at her and she feels it to the backof her, his eyes are utterly clear.

“Lucy,” he whispers, as he shifts, slides out of her, and standsup. As her arms stay around his neck, as their foreheads touch, as she is rawand ragged and bare to the bone, as there is no way she can imagine having tolet go of him now. “I swear. I’m going to save you.”

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About the OCs: Eonan

Name: Eonan Alt Names: Eònan | Ionan Titles: Fairtheoir / Faireoir; Prince

Eonan’s title, Fairtheoir, is commonly translated to Sentinel by those who study his country’s language, but the meaning is more complex. Sentinel is not an entirely incorrect translation, but the title is passed down through generations and has gone through linguistic changes. It means, loosely, that the holder is both a defender and an peaceful observer to their homeland. In short, there’s a duality to the title that is necessary for times of war. The word Fairtheoir has similarities to the word Faireoir, which would be commonly translated to Watcher. In Eonan’s homeland both titles are technically correct.

General:

In certain company Eonan must introduce himself as “Eonan of Nord-Süd Sineath.” Sineath, Eonan’s homeland, was once two nations known simply by its respective peoples as “The North” and “The South” (or Nord and Deisceart in their respective languages; the alternate spellings of Eonan’s name are due to these cultural differences). About 200 years before Eonan was born there was an agreement to merge the two lands based on friendly alliance. This didn’t go over quite as well as the monarchs hoped, and though the country was technically now one, the divide was very clear. It was Eonan’s parents that finally put an end to this divide by marrying for the sake of unification. As such, Eonan’s culture is a mix between his mother’s Northern heritage and his father’s Southern heritage. Despite rumors to the contrary Eonan is the third royal child, and second in line for the throne.

History:

Eonan separates his past into distinct categories: his happy childhood and his refugee adolescence.

As the third child of aging monarchs, Eonan had a very different experience growing up than his older siblings. Dario and Yvenna are only one year apart in age, but both of them are about eight years older than Eonan. They didn’t share tutors because they were so much older, and they didn’t really make time to play with Eonan once he was past his toddler years. Eonan’s friendships were regulated by the royal council and consisted mostly of crown employees (those weren’t truly friendships, but Eonan was too young to understand that).

Even so, Eonan was happy. He spent his days glued to his father’s side. Queen Alba considered them a matched set moreso than even herself, and after the first few initial weeks of Eonan sneaking into classified meetings to seek out his father people stopped trying to keep them apart. King Nuada would often take naps to get a second wind to deal with the day and one could always find him in his study with Eonan napping on his chest or tucked against his side. They were as close as a father and son could be while still having to take care of their respective responsibilities. This closeness didn’t vanish over time, and soon enough Eonan was playing the role of confidant to the king. This was his first foray into politics, though it was a small one, and many rumors were started by unhappy parties about the possibility that Eonan wasn’t truly the son of Nuada and Alba. Though Eonan knew about these rumors thanks to his Princeguard he never payed them any mind. He never doubted his place in his family, and moreover he never doubted his family.

It was then that things took a turn for the tragic.

Eonan’s family was betrayed when he was fourteen. Eoghan, a member of Eonan’s Princeguard, sold information to Glacea, a hostile neighboring country, that allowed an elite squadron of assassins to slip past the castle defenses and launch an attack during one of King Nuada’s many state-of-the-country briefings. Queen Alba was in attendance as well as several dozen Kingsguard and Queensguard, council members, bodyguards, and crown employees. It was a swift and underhanded battle that resulted in the breaking of a country. Eonan, who was also at the briefing, was the only one left alive. He witnessed the attack and subsequent murders of his family, shared heartfelt and devastating last words with his father, and was forced to flee his homeland.

That incident, which Eonan later refers to as The Coup due to the status of Sineath in his present timeline still being occupied by Glacean troops, marks the start of the second category of Eonan’s past.

As Eonan and Aoife, the only surviving member of his Princeguard, attempt to flee the capital they witness a single airship headed away from the city. Dario and Yvenna, who were in separate parts of the castle when the attack began, came together and fled with their respective guard units. This left Eonan and Aoife no real choice aside from hoofing it to the border and trying to disappear into the neighboring country. They lived this way for quite some time, willfully letting their people believe that Eonan had died with his family while he learned how to control the ability he inherited from the late king.

That’s when rumor of a resistance caught Aoife’s ear. They dropped their concocted life immediately upon hearing of a resisting group of survivors from the capital and set out to meet them. After two weeks of searching and dealing with increasingly more complex riddles to find their location, Eonan stumbled across the resistance. He was happy to see it was led primarily by a surviving member of the Kingsguard that had been on medical leave during the attack. Oisín was as much a constant in Eonan’s childhood as his father, and the familiarity was too tempting to resist. Eonan spent the next two years helping the resistance cultivate resources and earn under-the-table backing from Sineath’s formerly allied nations. This effort eventually culminated into a battle with Glacean forces that the resistance, though determined, lost. Those that survived were scattered, and Eonan, nearly seventeen, fled with Aoife across the world. They spent a year and a half traveling under the cover of night, protected by Eonan’s celestial abilities, before they entered the plains region of Duscae in the peaceful kingdom of Lucis.

Celestial Power | The Fairtheoir

The royal bloodline of Sineath is gifted with a celestial power in the form of a bow that can be summoned at will. Sineathean mythology states that a person’s ancestors become stars when they die so they can watch over their families and provide light in the darkness. Sineathean royalty dates back 400 to 500 years before unification, and their ancestors have clustered together to form constellations. It is said that these constellations saw a need for a guiding light and gifted the royal family with their strength.

While King Nuada only used the bow to fire physical arrows (of which Queen Alba made and carved with good luck charms), Eonan’s bow has three functions. He can, as his father did, purchase or make arrows and fire them through the bow. Its primary function, however, is the firing of arrows formed by magic and willpower that explode in different spacial fashions (such as very small black holes, or blinding stars).

In times of need Eonan can also request guidance from his ancestors. King Nuada wasn’t able to make use of this power, but some of his ancestors had, so it isn’t a complete surprise to Eonan when it happens. It is entirely up to the ancestor whether or not they respond, but if they choose to they can descend temporarily to earth in the corporeal form their constellation is named for. In the five or so years Eonan has trained this ability he’s only managed to summon three different ancestors. He calls them sentinels: Orion (a fully-armored knight that fights with a lance, always answers the call, Eonan secretly suspects his father’s star is now part of the constellation), Lir (an octopus that specializes in healing horrible injuries), and Fenrir (a wolf that will not fight, but will stand guard over Eonan while he sleeps).

Persona

Despite the tragedies Eonan has lived through he remains a generally happy person. He tends to be shy upon first meeting due to his lack of social interaction with people his age growing up, but warms quickly to most people. He is slightly less trusting than he was before The Coup, but it isn’t a level of distrust that’s detrimental to him. He wants to believe the best in people but won’t hesitate to cut ties is someone proves themselves to be unworthy of trust or friendship.

Eonan hopes to reunite with his siblings some day, even just to talk, and is glad to hear they’re doing well in a kingdom Yvenna recently married into. He does have mixed feelings about being left behind and denied help from them when he asked on behalf of the resistance, but he’s adjusted and moved on with his life since then. He hopes to one day find happiness with someone the way his mother and father did, but knows that might be difficult given his refugee status and ambition to one day free his country from Glacean control.

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Lethbridge-Stewart: The Man From Yesterday

Latest from the news site: After fourteen novels, Candy Jar Books have announces the conclusion to their Lethbridge-Stewart ongoing storyline that began with The Forgotten Son: The Man From Yesterday Written by Nick Walters Cover by Paul Cooke Gordon's alive? The English Channel, May 1945. Leading his squadron of Hawker Typhoons back to base from a traumatic mission in the Baltic, Wing Commander Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart goes missing – one of the unsolved mysteries of the Second World War. Cromer, 1970. Doctor Anne Travers and Lieutenant Bill Bishop are investigating a mysterious phenomenon after hearing reports of ‘pink lightning’ seen over the Norfolk coast, while strange elfin creatures are glimpsed by the locals. And in the Red Fort, his new base of operations deep below Norwich, General James Gore is making his plans. Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart receives a phone call that will change his life. Could it be, after all this time, that his father has come back from yesterday? Head of Publishing, Shaun Russell, said: We decided some time ago to wrap up the novels as a continuing storyline, although it’s not the end of the Lethbridge-Stewart range. They will merely continue in a different vein. We have one more standalone novel, The New Unusual, set just before The Man from Yesterday coming in late spring, and then in the summer we begin to release our special anniversary series of books (six new novels that dip into various points within Lethbridge-Stewart’s timeline). Range Editor Andy Frankham-Allen said: It’s been great fun developing and guiding the ongoing story, with plots and themes continuing from The Forgotten Son through to The Man from Yesterday, but Shaun and I decided it’s time for something a little different. The Man from Yesterday is the perfect finale, taking the series full circle, wrapping up themes set up with that first novel, and bringing the whole thing into sharp focus with Lethbridge-Stewart’s family at the centre. Just as it began! And who better than Nick Walters, who was there at the beginning of the series, to wrap it all up for us? What’s also great about Nick’s return, is that he is the only author to pen a second novel in the series (other than me). Up to now each book has been written by a different author, which is, I feel, something we can all be proud of. The Man from Yesterday sees the return of Lethbridge-Stewart’s missing father, Wing Commander Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. Nick observed: After Mutually Assured Domination, which was a knockabout, fun romp, it was great to write something with more depth. We’d been kicking about the idea of the Brigadier’s father returning for some time, but hadn’t found a suitable plot. The Man From Yesterday started life in early 2016 as something quite different, a tale of alien map-makers called The Cartographers of Oberos (after a potential sequel to The Turing Test, also bringing Gordon back, just didn’t click for us). This initial version had too much focus on the aliens, and once this was scaled back, the story really began to take shape. Especially when the title came to me out of the blue one afternoon. The idea of setting it (mostly) within the county of Norfolk was quite deliberate – firstly, there is, obviously, the Cromer connection, and, secondly, I thought it rather fun to have a story set in one small geographic location, for a change. It doesn’t mean the story is small – not by any means – it’s big in terms of themes and ideas, and of course that alien element still remains. Wing Commander Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart was created by Andy Frankham-Allen for The Forgotten Son in 2014, and has appeared in a couple of short stories since, but this is his first full-novel role. Talking about developing him further, Nick commented: I was given free rein with Gordon and decided to imbue him with the core Lethbridge-Stewart values of integrity, bravery, duty, responsibility etc, but also introduce a slightly odd side to him (because of what’s happened to him). In appearance I struggled to visualise him until I put him in a suit and hey presto, Sean Connery in The Rock! I also gave him some action scenes to demonstrate that he’s still a badass despite his advanced years. He’s a man out of time, and there’s an element of that about him too, especially in one scene where he wanders the streets of Norwich. And despite the emotional heft of the story, I found him a fun character to write, and some of his scenes with his son are hilarious. The book features a forward by Paul Leonard, author of the ever-popular Doctor Who novel, The Turing Test, among many others. Of Nick he said: He’s achieved a writing career through sheer determination and hard work, keeping going through a third of a lifetime, learning as he went, earning very little, working till the small hours to get the stories finished on time. Perhaps as a result of his other [writing] work, he brings a clarity of style and depth of characterisation still too rare in genre fiction to his Who-related material, taking even occasional followers like myself into the world of the Doctor and making it a reality. The cover is provided by Paul Cooke, who previously provided the artwork for the free short story, Eve of the Fomorians: I've been a fan of the Lethbridge-Stewart books from the start. In fact I loved the first one that much I drew a fan art cover in the style of the old Target books, and cheekily asked Andy if there was any chance of doing one. Flash forward to September 2016, I had the opportunity to do a cover illo for a free digital story they sent out to subscribers. I had hoped to be able to contribute another, but when you have artists of the calibre of Adrian Salmon, Richard Young and Colin Howard working on them, I'd sort of given up hope. Then one day out of the blue, only weeks ago really, Andy asked me if I fancied doing one! (The inspiration) was to be an image based on, and mirroring, the layout of the first book. One of the nice things I had to do was come up with a portrait of the Brig's dad, and a new race of aliens (who doesn't want to draw aliens?). Once Andy told me what he wanted from the cover, I set about doing some design sketches of the dad and the alien for both Andy and Nick Walters to approve – it's easier to get it wrong and change it at this stage than spending hours painting and then have to change it! Once the sketches had been approved, I then went to sketches of the cover, to get the placings correct. At this stage, I realised one of the suggestions to the cover didn't work within the layout (Cromer), so Andy suggested a replacement (the Hawker Typhoon plane) which was perfect. A few little revisions, and it was on to the painting. I work mostly digitally now, in a program called Manga Studio, so it was onto the computer and putting the time in to do the best job I could. This edition of The Man from Yesterday is limited to 400 copies and is due out early March. All pre-orders of series five will receive a free digital short story called The Comrades by Brian Gallagher by the summer. It is available to pre-order from Candy Jar individually, part of the discounted UK/International bundle, or as part of the yearly subscription offer. NB. the special anniversary series is covered by the annual subscription. 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Review- Star Wars Comics (September)

As it turns out between fire, family drama, and health issues I get distracted and forget to post my thoughts on comics based on an old movie franchise. Honestly, if you think this review is late I finished Thrawn back in May and haven’t written word one on that book. Not because it’s bad, but because life kept getting in the way. Anyhow, enjoy my reviews and if you have the chance try to find me at LA Comic Con later this month.

THE REVIEWS:

Captain Phasma #1: The ‘journey to The Last Jedi’ has its comic book tie-in with a series following a character with no personality who only lasted five minutes in her premiere movie. This comic would be an uphill battled for a seasoned vet in the comic world and in this case it might be a hill that is a little too steep for Kelly Thompson. The story is told in flashback as Phasma recounts the events after she is dumped in the trash compactor. The framing device is her making a log of events to hide her involvement with taking down the shield. This results in her trying to track down Sol Rivas, a soldier who has learned that Phasma took down the shield. This was a rather dry story, but it does set the stage for the rest of this mini-series so things may pick up once we can move forward with the plot. The major saving grace of this comic is the art. While it is far from perfect it does have some great moments that are visually appealing. However, there are some sections were the art is cluttered or disputed by the sound effects. This isn’t a bad comic per se, it is just weak, but readable. If you wanted to know more about Phasma then begin with the book, but after that give this comic a read.

Captain Phasma #2: This is a much better issue than the first. This time we follow Phasma and her Pilot as they continue the search for the ‘traitor’ Rivas. This leads them to a nearly barren planet where they battle monsters and meet the locals. One of the more interesting parts of this story is that Phasma and the Pilot change out of their armor to attempt to blend in with the locals. While Phasma does not show her face, the Pilot (now called ‘Pilot’) was revealed to be quite the attractive woman. The writing is well done with several visual pages to augment the stoic nature of the characters. Add to that, the beautiful art and this is turning around to become one of the better mini-series. The hunt for Rivas continues in the next issue and the fate of Pilot will have some fans on the edge of their seats.

Poe Dameron #19: Yet another mixed bag issue of this series, par for the course. This time we wrap up the ‘War Stories’ arc with Poe breaking out of prison and the other half of the team breaking out of their capture. It has a big fight scene at the end and the preview for the next issue implies that we will be making it back to the main plot (and conclusion) of this series. The writing is stale at best and insulting at worst. Some character decisions are mind boggling and feel really out of character. Especially a minor face-turn for Terex which is completely out of character considering the events of the earlier issues in the series. On the good side the art has improved with faces showing proper emotions and the action looking exciting. This wasn’t the worst issue of this series by far, but it is more than obvious that ideas are running out and this series has gone on far longer than it should have.

Star Wars 36: Finally, we return to the loose plot thread about the fate of C-3PO. This is paced out like one of the droid focused episodes of Clone Wars, but isn’t quite as fun. R2 seems to be a little overpowered as he takes down several Stormtroopers and breaks C-3PO out of a star destroyer. prison It isn’t bad, but it just doesn’t feel ‘right’. There isn’t much dialogue to speak of as the protagonist can’t speak, but there is a monologue that likely comes from the user’s manual for R2-D2 and the fumbling of various Imperial soldiers. The art contrasts the story by being excellent with good facial designs and energy in the action scenes. The comic ends with a tease for another Scar Squadron mission that will hopefully lead into a new story arc rather than these stand alone (and very boring) stories.

Star Wars Annual #3: While the annuals in this series have been mixed this was a refreshing and fun filler adventure. This time Han and Leia are trapped on a barren world as they battle monsters and bounty hunters. There is a nice ending that fills in a little bit more on Han reasons for sticking with the rebellion as well. The dialogue is well done with some good one-liners and the characters behaving in a manner that represents their attitudes in the movies. The art is well done and the coloring has a throwback, newsprint, style. It might not appeal to everyone, but it is a nice change from the more common hyper realistic or cartoony style that is featured in most comic in this franchise. This isn’t an imperative comic to read, but it is an enjoyable adventure and somehow much more fun than the previous filler stories from the main series.

Mace Windu #2: This bad arc of the Clone Wars TV series continues. This time Windu’s team stumbles across bad guys and fights them. The writing is terrible with no characters having any personality, the battle dialogue is bland, and the Separatist’s plan makes little sense. Add to that the murky art, bad facial expressions, and lethargic fight scenes. There is little chance of this mini-series improving so skip this unless you need to read everything Star Wars or you are reviewing it for the internet.

Darth Vader #5: The arc comes to an end with Vader taking the final steps toward forging his lightsaber. This is a rather simple comic that is mostly told with visual storytelling rather than clunky dialogue or endless internal monologue. The visuals paint a strong narrative that makes this a very intense ride. Vaderr’s body language works well to show his struggle and the contrast of colors makes key moments stand out. The little dialogue in this book is fine and works well with the often silent Vader. This book is starting to live up to the previous volume, but if this comic sticks to the visual style it might actually be able to achieve that goal. The preview for the next issue is intriguing and now we know how Vader got his new lightsaber. Overall, this was a good first arc despite the weak beginning. The best issues are those with little dialogue that use the art to tell the story. If you are a fan of the character or have an interest in the early days of the Empire this would be a great series to pick up.

Rogue One #6: The final chapter of the story concludes the battle on Scarif and ends the story of Rogue One. This is one of the few issues of this comic that is out shined by the movie. The action works so much better with moving pictures rather than still images, no matter how well drawn. The major positive about this issue is that there is a little extra dialogue among the team before they die and the final page adds a nice capstone to the story. The art is still really good with the characters showing more emotion than they do in the movie and the action looks really good. This is a fast read and it was an enjoyable retelling of the movie. It doesn’t add enough to be a ‘must have’, but it is worth a read if you want to see some of the little things that were omitted from the movie. If you love the movie then you will enjoy this comic. If you didn’t like the movie this comic might give you a different opinion on the story. Overall, I really enjoyed this comic and I hope that all future adaptations are up to this standard of quality. More importantly, I’d like all Star Wars comics to be up to the standards of this adaption because that would make many of the comics in the EU much more enjoyable.

Doctor Aphra 12: This is easily the best current ongoing Star Wars comic, if not the best of all Star Wars comics thus far. This issue combines horror, action, comedy, and suspense in a way that should make it a primer to those who want to know how to write and draw a comic book. The story follows the madness that happens when the Empire arrives at the criminal auction as Aphra tries to find a way to escape. There are some nice twits that come up in this issue that should not be spoiled, but they are building this series into my favorite of the current timeline. The art is also great with the action looking intense, backgrounds looking creepy, and even the droids somehow have emotion in this unmoving faces. If you have not jumped into this series, do so, it cannot be stated enough that this is a great book that keeps getting better.

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Inside the Return of the Justice Society of America to the DC Universe

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Scott Snyder and James Tynion IV told us about bringing the original Justice Society of America to the pages of Justice League...and beyond.

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It’s hard to believe, but the Justice Society of America hasn’t been a major presence in the DC Universe in nearly a decade. Seemingly wiped from existence by the onset of the DC’s New 52 reboot in 2011, other versions of the JSA did eventually appear, but not in their original incarnations as the elder statesmen of the DCU. But beginning with 2016’s Rebirth special, and continuing with hints in the pages of The Flash and Doomsday Clock, it was clear that DC Comics once again had plans for the original Justice Society, and it was only a matter of time before they returned.

And return they did in the dramatic final page (illustrated by Francis Manapul) of Justice League #30, as Green Lantern (John Stewart) and The Flash (Barry Allen) met their Golden Age counterparts Alan Scott and Jay Garrick, along with Sandman, Wildcat, Starman, Hawkman, Hourman, the Atom, and Doctor Fate. The JSA’s involvement in the “Justice/Doom War” story doesn’t really begin until the following issue of Justice League, though, as Barry and John try and come to terms with the idea that there was once an entire team of superheroes from the 1940s that they’ve never heard of. Writers Scott Snyder and James Tynion IV told us all about the return of DC’s original super team, beginning with how Justice League #31 artist Jorge Jimenez helped illustrate each member’s unique personality, whether it’s Jay Garrick’s casual “hands in pockets” body language or Alan Scott’s action-ready demeanor.

“I think Jorge is just such a natural talent at ‘acting’ and he loves the characters so much as well,” Snyder says. “He's one of the biggest Justice League and JSA fans. But I just say, to James' credit, really, in those initial issues, he took the lead on a lot of the dialogue and the back and forth between the JSA and the Justice League. I feel like that really announced the relationships, it did such great characterization with them that it gave them a very clear map. Usually, I'll do a draft and then he'll go over it, or he'll do a draft and then I go over it, depending on who's writing the issue, who's doing the heavy lifting. That one I read and I was like, ‘There is nothing for me to change in this damn thing.’ You know what I mean? The dialogue was great. Then I had fun writing them in #32.”

Before their apparent disappearance from DC continuity in 2011, the JSA had often been placed in the current era, older and wiser from their 1940s heyday, offering advice and training younger heroes. Since All-Star Squadron ended its run in the 1980s, only a handful of modern stories have dealt with the Justice Society in their prime during World War II. But thanks to some time travel shenanigans as a result of the “Justice/Doom War” story, Barry and John meet the JSA in 1940, when they are very much at their fighting best. And it sounds like we’re going to see even more of them in this period soon.

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“I've been hinting at it, but I'm looking to write the JSA after this,” Snyder says. “After Justice League, there'll be a bit of a window, like a break between what we're doing on Justice League and when they come back for their own series, because of other things we're introducing. That said, the period in which I'd like to write them is this period. That's why we chose 1939, 1940. We always see them as representatives of a time that's passed where they're viewed with a kind of nostalgia for when things were black and white in terms of morality. What I want to do is really revisit their early years, show the formation of the team.”

Perhaps coincidentally, it was revealed at New York Comic Con that there will finally be a comprehensive timeline of DC Universe continuity coming in the near future. That timeline breaks DC history up into “generations” and the JSA would be near the very start of DC’s first heroic age. Snyder hints that the origin of the JSA will include some new elements that have never before been revealed. “They might have also been gathered together by somebody surprising,” Snyder says. While he didn’t elaborate, one of the key pieces of the new DC Universe timeline is that Wonder Woman’s arrival in the United States is what kicks off the first age of DC superheroes.

It’s worth noting that there has never been a comprehensive story about the earliest days of the JSA, and the story of their formation hasn’t even been told since Secret Origins #31 by Roy Thomas and Michael Bair in 1988. Snyder hopes to explore the team’s origin in a new way.

“Show some of the early members' conflicts, show how, at that moment when they were brought together, things were anything but black and white,” Snyder says. “Of course, evil's rising overseas and there's no question about the nature of that darkness, but in terms of the future and how it was written and whether or not good would win or whether or not we would jump into the war as a country, all of that stuff was fraught with conflict and arguments and ambiguity and anxieties. I want to write them raw and brutal and young, when they're not the elder statesmen, when they don't know any better than anybody else [and] when they're actually like young people caught up as the first superhero team in history at a moment of tremendous stakes and confusion. That's why I think introducing them in this way [in Justice League] is fun, because it's a teaser of some of this stuff we plan on doing with them later down the line as well.”

When pressed about the specifics of the JSA in the upcoming new DC history, the pair wouldn’t elaborate further, but Tynion was eager to tease what’s coming up in Justice League and across the DC Universe.

“The biggest thing that we can say is we're right in the midst of the biggest story that we've told, and all of the threads that we've been playing with since the start of Dark Nights: Metal are starting to converge and hit in this really big way,” Tynion says. “We have lots more answers to a lot of these questions that we really can't get into. We want people speculating, we want people wondering what we're building and all of that, because we're building something that I think long-term and new fans of the DC Universe are going to be thrilled by. The stories that we're telling are some of the most exciting work that I've done since joining DC Comics eight years ago. It's freaking amazing working with Scott and bringing it all to life.”

“Justice/Doom War” continues in the pages of Justice League #32, which is on sale now, and we'll have more from Scott Snyder and James Tynion IV soon. We’ll keep you posted about further updates about the triumphant return of the Justice Society of America as we get 'em.

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The Feral Opress Headcanon Masterpost

Yep, this is gonna be a pretty long post.

Canon Star Wars Timeline:

Feral was very quiet and shy as a child, preferring to stay Savage’s side. He would cry at the slightest thing, resulting in his peers calling him a crybaby. Savage would defend him every time.

Feral, like most Nightbrothers, was illiterate until he became a tribal leader, alongside Savage. Even now he can barely count past 23.

Feral was born on a leap year. Technically, although he should be 20, he’s only 5 years old. <3

AU: A Galaxy Far Far Away

Feral has a crush on a fellow Nightbrother, Lash, but doesn’t meet him again until the latter becomes a bounty hunter and finds work on Kamino training Clone cadets.

Feral barely makes it out of there alive. Lash teams up with Rex, Ahsoka and Anakin to rescue him and they succeed! :D

After finding Savage again, Feral stows away on board the ship that takes them to Lotho Minor. He and Savage have a tearful reunion.

Feral survives the Battle of Scarif, the Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Hoth AND the battle of Endor! :D He and Rex are overjoyed that the Empire has fallen and they both live peaceful lives.

Feral, Maul and Rex all pass away on the same day. About twelve years before the events of The Force Awakens, all three of them die peacefully in their sleep. (sry if this is too sad)

AU: Legend of the Night Watcher

Feral and Savage both live relatively normal lives on Coruscant, running a small delivery service.

However, Feral dresses up as a vigilante every night and goes to fight crime in the Coruscant underworld, earning himself the alias of the Night Watcher.

Feral is notably more confident and sassy in this AU, but he’s still the cinnamon roll we all know and love. <3

He and Rex are married as well :D

AU: At Home With The Zabrak Brothers

He is obsessed with Luke Skywalker and watches the Original Trilogy on an almost daily basis. He even has the Jedi’s name tattooed onto his abs in Korean script. XD

Feral vapes frequently, mostly just to annoy Maul when he’s reading so he can blow a huge cloud of steam into his face. :D

His relationship with Mother Talzin is shaky, to say the least. She barely even knows his name half the time.

Feral has a red panda plushie named Luke Skywalker, which he sleeps with every single night <3 In addition to his, he still uses a pacifier and Savage reads and/or sings to him at bedtime.

Feral loves Disney movies and listening to trap music. He always sings in the car when he and his bros are travelling somewhere. Savage now has A Whole New World stuck in his head for eternity XD

He once mistook wasabi for guacamole, which eventually led to him and his brothers being thrown out of Itsu.

In this AU, Feral is basically a big kid. He eats messy, is super innocent and loves playing and having a good time.

AU: YouTuber Life

In this AU, Feral and his bros are youtubers, of course :3

He also has a channel that he shares with his brothers, just called The Zabrak Brothers, which has vlogs, Battlefront 2 gameplay and sketch comedies.

Feral has a habit of making cute commentaries on everything and has become famous for his catchphrase: “Sheesh-kebabs!” which he says whenever something dramatic happens.

Ok, that’s all for now, folks. My hands are numb from typing and I need to rest. But I hope you all enjoy these. MTFBWY <3

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Star Wars: Alphabet Squadron - 7 Facts We Learned from Alexander Freed

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Star Wars: Alpha Squadron introduces new group of heroes to Star Wars. Here are a few things we learned about them from the author!

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Star Wars: Alphabet Squadron is the first in an upcoming trilogy of books showing the troubled lives of a group of pilots in the early days of the New Republic. In the spirit of Michael A. Stackpole and Aaron Allston's X-Wing series of novels but with a grimmer, morally ambiguous tone to fit the new canon, Alphabet Squadron follows Yrica Quell, a former Imperial pilot with a mysterious past, and her ragtag squad. Each pilot flies a different type of starfighter, with Quell in the lead in an X-wing—thus the name “Alphabet.”

Den of Geek sat down with author Alexander Freed at Star Wars Celebration Chicago to find out more about the book. Freed is known for bringing a grim sensibility to the Rogue One novelization and the video game tie-in Battlefront: Twilight Company, which also featured a cast of primarily original characters.

Here’s what we learned:

This is a book about why people join the Rebellion.

“Alphabet Squadron deals a lot with the question of when folks join the Rebellion, there are a lot of reasons to want to fight the Empire and that only gets you so far once you actually start winning, right?” Freed said. “Like once the Empire goes down, once the Emperor dies, what do you actually want the galaxy to look like?"

He pointed out that a character like Han Solo might appreciate the loose structure of the Rebellion, but find the New Republic jarring.

"It’s going to be very different there than someone who left the Empire and defected to the Rebellion because they believe in the government, but they just didn't believe in the sort of atrocities that the Empire was perpetrating. Dealing with all those questions of, 'Okay, what does the galaxy look like now and what do we want it to look like now? Are we emotionally prepared for that?'"

That emotional preparation is one of the novel’s main concerns.

What does it mean to be the good guys?

The book establishes and questions the difference between the Empire and the Rebellion. This isn’t a novel where all of the Rebels are noble and all of the Imperials are mustache-twirling. “I think the important balance to strike in writing any of that is the Empire is evil, right?” Freed said.

"The Empire as an organization is a force of destruction and a force of oppression and just irredeemable in many important ways. But that doesn't mean that the individuals who are part of that organization all carry that same moral weight on them. You can argue that there's a level of complicity in all of them, but in the real world we all live under countries that have done some questionable things. We're all complicit to a certain extent. There's a spectrum of that and there's a spectrum of how involved you are in that. Dealing with that issue is exciting to me and I've seen nothing but sort of warmth from Lucasfilm about dealing with that sort of gray area.”

Quell changed sides.

The vehicle for that conversation is primarily Yrica Quell. She defected after the Emperor’s death — and that timing is important. “After learning some of the war crimes that the Empire was about to jump into [she] decided, 'No, I'm not going to go do some horrible, horrible things when we've already lost the war,'” Freed said.

Those war crimes are a reference to Operation Cinder, the Empire’s plan to orbitally bombard strategic targets across the galaxy. We first saw this play out in Marvel's Shattered Empire miniseries before the release of The Force Awakens in 2015.

“You know, she had it in her to fight for an Empire that did a lot of awful things. But at a certain point, you say, no more. We introduced the book with the idea that post-Endor there's this flood of Imperial deserters, Imperial defectors who are in a very similar position. She is part of that and someone trying to find what her purposes in this post-Emperor universe is.”

Freed drew from Star Wars classics…selectively.

Like most Star Wars authors, Freed worked with the Lucasfilm Story Group, read existing material, and understood the “broad strokes” of the story. But he didn’t want to read the X-Wing books, the beloved series that focused on Rogue Squadron, the famous group of pilots led by Wedge Antilles during and after the Galactic Civil War in the Legends timeline.

“You know, I intentionally avoided sort of going back and really going deep into [X-Wing] because ultimately no one is going to do Stackpole and Allston better than Stackpole and Allston did," he said. "Trying to imitate that was going to be a mistake. That would just be a pale shadow of the stuff that people used to love. I did some cautious examination just to make sure that I didn't replicate the plot of an entire book. Then I also sort of went in there and looked a little bit at sort of how they handled the feel of starfighter combat.”

On the other hand, he was grateful for other authors who have established a wider look at the post-Endor galaxy. “It’s less pressure and more sort of opportunity… The Aftermath [series by Chuck Wendig] really sort of laid the groundwork for what that year between Endor and Jakku looks like. So I don't have to deal with figuring out the very, very big broad strokes. I get to go, 'Okay, so here's what happened. What is fascinating about that?' Like where are the opportunities here to really dig in and explore that for the first time? So the pressure has been dealt with by other people and now I get to develop stories in this time period.”

Bringing cinematic starships to the page

Part of that development has been writing starfighter battles—essential in a novel about a fighter squadron. In Twilight Company, he wrote mostly infantry. In that case, he said, being able to understand the logistics of the scene and describe characters’ faces made it different from scenes set in space.

“When you're dealing with starfighters in space without a whole lot of visible landmarks, it's easy, well maybe not easy, but you can do really, really compelling stuff in a film. It's hard to capture that same feeling in prose and figuring out like, 'Okay, so what is interesting about this?'” Freed said.

“I leaned a lot into physically what it's like for the pilots. What are the g forces there? What is it like to try to be juggling all those instruments on the console and everything sort of going around and trying to see and trying to watch the scanners and getting feedback from your droid and sort of being in that visceral place … A film goes by so fast you can't examine … where was the critical tactical decision in this X-wing versus TIE fighter battle that resulted in victory?”

General Syndulla returns.

Hera Syndulla makes an appearance as an illustration of how the Rebellion has changed. Once leading a single ship, Hera graduated to running a fleet and now serving the New Republic as a general. Rebels fans may have a lot of questions about her, but the one the book answers is how is she handling victory?

“This is a Hera that is in a place we haven't seen before,” Freed said. “We've never really explored much of General Syndulla, right? It's sort of running entire fleets and dealing with all of that. We've never seen Hera winning, right? This is post-Endor. Suddenly things have changed and she has been with the Rebellion since it was this scrappy group of individual cells and all she had to worry about was the team immediately around her. So yeah, it was fun to sort of see how she could deal with this sort of change. A change that is largely for the better, but it's not what she's used to.”

What’s next?

Freed isn’t leaving the Star Wars universe any time soon—two other books are slated to follow Alphabet Squadron. He also fondly recalls writing Mon Mothma in Rogue One and From a Certain Point of View, and said he’d like to write more of her.

“I'd love to write Luke at some point. He's such a fascinating character with so many different elements to him. The farm boy and the Jedi and the warrior and the mentor, and yeah, there's so much depth in that character and I feel like you can get a lot of material out of him.”

Star Wars: Alphabet Squadron is in stores now.

Megan Crouse writes about Star Wars and pop culture for StarWars.com, Star Wars Insider, and Den of Geek. Read more of her work here. Find her on Twitter @blogfullofwords.

Additional reporting by John Saavedra.

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