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kanerallels · 8 months

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@eglerieth 74: Vostress training Wraith Squadron. This au is INCREDIBLY specificly tailored to me and my sister's niche interests. It's set in a happiness au where Wedge Antilles still forms Wraith Squadron (the Legends black ops squadron that is not unlike Alphabet Squadron because they're all hot messes)

But this time, when he forms it, he asks for help in training them! From former Jedi/Sith, current bounty hunters, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos! I have a surprisingly long fic written about this that I might not ever share all of-- it's from a while ago, so it's not as good. But I hope you enjoy the part I'm gonna share here!

“Did you ever think you’d live to see the day when you were renting a building to a pilot from the Republic?” Quinlan Vos asked.

His partner, Asajj Ventress, rolled her eyes. “No, but I never thought I’d be helping them train a black ops division, or that I’d end up dating some stupid Jedi who follows me everywhere, yet here we are.”

“You are so sweet when you try to be,” Vos said with a smirk.

They were standing on a tall tower directly across from the building Wedge Antilles had told them about around five days ago. To Vos’s deep amusement, they’d soon realized that the building was one that Ventress actually owned, and had for a few years. Hence why he felt absolutely no remorse about their current plan.

“So, are we sure this thing will hold me?” he asked, eying the thick cable they’d run from the top of the tower they now stood on to a spot just about a tenth story window.

Ventress shrugged. “Either it will, or you’ll end up looking really stupid. Just don’t die and leave me to teach Antilles’ brats by myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Reaching down, Vos grabbed a metallic strap with loops on either end. Flicking one end over the cable, he slid his hands into the loops and glanced at Ventress. “Kiss for luck?”

Arching an amused eyebrow, Ventress leaned forward and brushed a slight kiss against his lips. Vos was about to kiss her back when he felt her grab him by the shoulders and shove him off the building, sending him flying down the makeshift zipline they’d created.

Hastily centering himself, Vos could hear Ventress laughing as he shot forward towards the other building. Despite himself, he felt a smile twist his lips, exhilaration buzzing through him. Hanging thousands of feet above the ground with only a cable a few inches thick holding him up was the kind of thing a lot of people, especially Jedi, would call foolish. Vos called it fun.

The window shot towards him, and Vos reached out with the Force, pushing against the glass. The strength of his blow cracked the window seconds before he crashed through it with a shattering of glass, releasing his grip on the cable to dive forward in a quick somersault, landing in a crouch before glancing up at the room he’d just entered.

There were a handful of beings in the room, a somewhat even mixture of humans and aliens— they were certainly a unique bunch. However, one thing they all had in common was the fact that they were staring at Vos with varying degrees of shock.

Straightening up, Vos gave them a breezy grin. “Sorry I’m late. Forgot where the Temple was.”

For a moment, no one spoke, then a dark-haired man with a long scar across his face asked, “Who are you, exactly?”

Vos’s memory clicked through the files of the Wraiths he and Ventress had gone over the night before. Garik “Face” Loran, Wraith Eight, he recalled. Child actor, and continued his acting career up until he was mugged and badly scarred, when he left the stage to join the Republic. Drummed out of two squadrons for back-talking his commander— either I’m gonna end up really liking this guy, or he could be trouble.

“I take it Commander Antilles didn’t tell you,” Vos said calmly. “I’m here to assist in Wraith Squadron’s education— well, me and my partner.”

“Is your partner going to have an entrance like that, too?” asked a dark-skinned young woman— Officer Shalla Nelprin, Wraith Twelve, Vos thought. Martial arts expert, previously worked for a Coruscanti police force. She was also the only one holding a blaster, which she’d clearly pulled upon his arrival. Good instincts.

“Nah,” Vos said, shaking his head. “She’s way better at dramatic entrances than I am, so she’ll be able to pull something truly excellent off. Now, let’s get down to business. I’m Quinlan Vos. About a week ago, Commander Antilles hired me and my partner to help train you guys in our areas of expertise.”

“Which is?” The person who spoke was the green-skinned Twi’lek Dia Passik, a former slave and friend of Caleb Dume, which was definitely an endorsement in Vos’s mind. Anyone as in love with his wife as Caleb was was okay in his book.

“Well, quite a few things,” Vos said easily. “Infiltration, destabilization, eradication— oooh, I should write that down. Essentially, we specialize in the area of finding who we’re looking for, getting into the places we need to go, and looking really cool while doing it.”

“You’re bounty hunters.” The man who’d spoken was a dark-haired man with a somber expression. Ah, Myn Donos, Vos thought, giving him a thoughtful look. He was a Corellian pilot who’d lost most of his squadron earlier the same year, and joined Wraith Squadron a few months later.

“Among other things, yes,” he agreed. “We’ve done quite a few things, though. Our current profession, for instance, is to whip Wraith Squadron into shape.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Vos didn’t need a file to recognize the blonde woman eying him rather warily. He’d met Tyria Sarkin on a few occasions, along with her master, when they’d worked together. She’d come across as smart, if a little wary of him and Ventress at the time.

Grinning at her, Vos said, “The same way I do everything. With unconventional methods and good looks. But in all seriousness, let’s just say my partner and I have a few solid plans.”

“And who is this partner of yours?” asked the tall Thakwaash named Hohass Ekwesh, who’d been nicknamed Runt by his kin. Which was either ironic or seriously worrying, because Runt was over six feet tall.

“Oh, you’ll meet her soon enough,” Vos said casually, and didn’t miss the glances exchanged between a few of the Wraiths. Clearly, they were skeptical about how trustworthy he was, but they’d either get over that or they wouldn’t. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was if they’d listen to him.

“If Commander Antilles hired you, why didn’t he tell us who you were?” Kell Tainer demanded. The tall mechanic and demolitions expert gave him a deep frown, his arms folded across his chest. “Did the Republic send you?”

“Not… exactly,” Vos said. “But I am on their payroll— thankfully, since I doubt Commander Antilles could afford both me and my partner. But the fact of the matter is, the Republic and I are on... somewhat shaky footing, shall we say?”

“So, you’re a criminal,” Donos said flatly, and Vos gave him a dramatically horrified look.

“Lieutenant Donos, you insult me,” he said. “If I was a criminal, would I also be a bounty hunter? No, because then I’d have to arrest myself.”

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Shalla said.

Vos shrugged. “Maybe not, but I can assure you of this— I am not wanted by the Republic. Anymore. Tyria, back me up.”

All eyes turned to Tyria, who shrugged. “He’s right, the Republic doesn’t have a bounty on his head— although that doesn’t exactly mean you or your partner can be trusted, does it?”

“You’re biased, though,” Vos said.

“And I have a good reason to be!”

“Hey, we needed a decoy, and you and Sierra were right there! We couldn’t have Kenobi catching us, now could we?”

Glaring at him, Tyria said, “We were stuck in that jail cell for three hours!”

Vos barely managed to hold back a laugh, clearing his throat instead. “Well, you got out eventually. And you don’t even have a criminal record, so…”

“I kind of want to know what happened now,” said the cyborg man that Vos’s persistent brain reminded him was Ton Phanan, the Wraith’s medic. Yes, I know, he thought at his brain. Now could you please stop with the tour guide knowledge?

“Not a chance,” Tyria said coolly. “Let’s just say that Vos and his… partner aren’t always the easiest to deal with.” Pausing, she added reluctantly, “But they probably are the best to teach us in this situation.”

“So glad you think so,” Vos said with a smirk. “I’m sure my partner will be, too.”

“I think it’s about time you told us who your partner is,” Kell said with a scowl. “Your hints have been… concerning, to say the least.”

“Ouch,” Vos said. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“Should we?” Kell shot back.

“We don’t care.”

The cool, smooth voice of Asajj Ventress came from the back of the room, and everyone turned as she stepped out from a shadowy corner, her hands on her hips. Vos had no idea how she’d entered the room so quietly, but he wasn’t surprised, either. He was, however, deeply enjoying the stunned expressions on the faces of most of the Wraiths. Donos’ eyes were narrowed in Ventress’s direction, and Phanan was smirking, although Vos suspected that was just his resting face, but the others just stared in pure shock.

There were a number of reasons they could be staring, obviously. It could be the fact that Ventress had just appeared when she’d definitely not been in the room originally. It could be because she was carrying her energy bow from the Nightsisters, which was pretty conspicuous. It could have been the dark, spidery scars that patterned her skin, marking a failed attempt on her life.

But when one of the Wraiths finally spoke, it became pretty clear that those were not the reasons all of them were staring. “Asajj Ventress?” Phanan said. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were dead.”

“Death is a social construct,” Ventress said dryly, and Vos had to smother a snicker.

“We’re being taught by a Separatist assassin?” Phanan asked. “Um. Why?”

“Because I’m smarter than all of you,” Ventress said bluntly. “And someone has to teach you to keep yourself alive, don’t we?”

“Considering you supposedly died twenty years ago, are you sure you’re the best person to teach us that?” Phanan said, his voice a little too amused. “And there’s also the fact that you used to work for the Separatists, so…”

Vos tensed slightly, but didn’t react. He and Ventress had discussed the possibility of someone bringing up her past, and she’d made him promise that he’d let her handle it, which he had very little problem with.

Strolling forward until she was face to face with the cyborg medic, Ventress spoke in a cool tone. “Do you have a problem with being trained by me?”

“The Separatists did lose the war,” Phanan pointed out, not looking nearly nervous enough about the current possibility of his demise. Face Loran, who stood next to him, wore a grimace that seemed to say he was pretty sure his friend wasn’t going to survive this encounter.

Ventress smiled, and it was not a nice smile. Before Phanan could react, the woman lashed out, slamming her fist into his jaw. As the man stumbled back, Ventress caught her foot beneath his, and another blow to the face sent him to the ground with a thud and a groan.

Stepping back, Ventress dusted her hands off, looking satisfied, as the door to the room hissed open and Wedge Antilles stepped inside. He took in the scene before him at a glance, looking relatively unfazed.

“Vos, Ventress,” he said, nodding to them. His eyes flicked to Phanan, still on the ground, as he added, “I see you’re breaking in the squadron, that’s good. What are your thoughts?”

“Insubordinate with smart mouths and an inability to keep their thoughts to themselves,” Ventress said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “But who knows? They might amount to something.”

“I reckon we can whip them into shape,” Vos said easily.

“We can only hope,” Wedge said, his voice amused. “I’ll give them your terms, and make sure they’ll abide by them.”

Turning to the group of Wraiths, most of whom were looking either unsettled or amused, he said sharply, “Attention.”

They all snapped to, and Face hauled Phanan to his feet. The cyborg had blood dripping from his nose, and Vos caught Ventress smirking in satisfaction. Phanan himself didn’t seem terribly worried about his nose-- instead, he was actually grinning.

“Wraiths,” Wedge began, ignoring Phanan’s somewhat disheveled state, “these are your new teachers, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos. As you know, Ventress has a reputation as an assassin, and also is presumed dead. Therefore, I’ve agreed to keep their arrival here under wraps, particularly Ventress, and you won’t be speaking of it either. Additionally, you will follow their orders as you would follow mine, unless you think an innocent person might be put in danger because of them. Is that understood?”

The Wraiths murmured their agreements, although Vos caught a spark of reluctance from Myn Donos. Wedge glanced at Phanan. “Will there be a problem here, Flight Officer Phanan?”

“No, sir,” Phanan said cheerfully. “I actually have no problem with assassins, so there’ll be no problems whatsoever.”

“Glad to hear it.” Turning away, Wedge said, “Vos, Ventress, I release them into your capable hands.”

“They may live to regret that choice,” Ventress said, a wicked gleam of amusement in her eyes. Wedge laughed, and headed for the door.

As it closed behind him, Vos turned to his new students. “Well, let’s talk business. You’ll have two main classes, so to speak, every day. Ventress will be conducting a physical fitness class, and I will be handling tactics. Past that, every so often we’ll give a couple of you a test of some sort that will be a situation you might find yourself in. Call that one your improv class.”

“Oh, good, something I have some experience in,” Face joked, and Vos couldn’t hold back a grin.

“I think your expectations for an improv class might be a little different than ours,” he told the former actor. “Our first class starts in—” he glanced at Ventress. “How long?”

“Five minutes,” Ventress said. “And you’re the teacher, so don’t be late for once.”

Vos snorted. “I wouldn’t bet on that. In that case, you guys have five minutes to get to the sixteenth floor of the building. Tactics class is in the lounge-- whoever gets there first, open the window.”

“Why?” Kell asked.

“Well, I can only break so much glass in this building before Ventress starts fining me,” Vos explained with a smirk. “Don’t be late, Wraiths, or you’ll regret it. Dismissed.”

As the Wraiths made their way out of the room, Ventress let out a sigh. “That’s what I love about the military. You say dismissed, and they all have to leave. I should have joined much sooner.”

Vos chuckled. “You would think of that as a benefit.” His expression turned thoughtful. “What do you think?”

“Of the Wraiths?” Ventress snorted derisively. “They’re not much to look at, are they? And the cyborg is an idiot, but they might amount to something.”

“I suspect Kell Tainer and Lieutenant Donos might give us a little trouble,” Vos said. “They don’t trust us, is my guess.”

“Tainer will just watch us from a distance,” Ventress said. “If anyone’s going to talk to Antilles about it, it’s Donos— and probably the Republic, too.”

“He gave his word— besides, he’ll obey orders,” Vos said with a shrug. “Military types always do. Either he’ll get used to us, or he’ll give Kenobi a heart attack— which would be pretty funny.”

“Amusing as I’m sure you’d find it, I’d prefer the Council didn’t know I was here.” Ventress’s tone was dry, with a hint of wariness in it, and Vos glanced at her.

“We’ll be okay,” he told her softly. “Donos will go to his commander, not the Republic, and Wedge will politely tell him to chill out. You’re not getting outed just yet. After all, Dume didn’t tell.”

“He told plenty of people,” Ventress responded with a roll of her eyes. “They just happened to be all the right people.”

“Like me,” Vos said with a grin, which Ventress reluctantly returned.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Like you. Now get a move on before you’re late for your first class. Oh, Vos?” she added as he moved towards the window.

Vos turned back. “What?”

“You have glass in your hair,” Ventress told him.

“Whoops.” Vos brushed a hand over his head, sending a few shards of glass to the floor with a clink, then stepped to the edge of the window. Sticking his upper body out, he grabbed the ledge above the window, hauled himself up, and began to climb easily, making his way up to the sixteenth floor.Let’s see what these kids are capable of, he thought with a grin.

#please hold all of this loosely #the canon is messy but i had fun writing the banter ya know?#and that's what matters #wraith squadron #quinlan vos #asajj ventress #501st follower celebration #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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starwarspilotstournament · 7 months

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As I begin work on making the bracket for the Star Wars Pilots Tournament, there are unfortunately many characters that will not make it into the showdown. These characters were submitted very late in the game and/or only got one submission each, so they are sadly not eligible.

So, ladies, gentlemen, and all other associations of being, I invite you to join me in raising a glass to those pilots who simply did not qualify.

Dak Ralter (The Empire Strikes Back)

Submitted propaganda: Look he's not really piloting and also he dies in his only scene but I love him

2. Col "Fake Wedge" Takbright (A New Hope)

Submitted propaganda: Totally would have kicked ass in the Battle of Yavin if he had been there

3. Thane Kyrell (Lost Stars)

Submitted propaganda: An ex-Imperial who defected and fought in the Rebellion, including the battle of Hoth, Endor and Jakku. He’s also in a very beautiful romance story with his childhood friend and Imperial pilot Ciena Ree

4. Oddball (Clone Wars/Revenge of the Sith)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

5. Greez Dritus (Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

6. Jarek Yeager (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Rebellion pilot who fought in the Battle of Jakku! Became a racer after the Empire fell but quit after his brother cheating in a race led to an explosion that killed his family. Moved to an out of the way fueling station and decided to run a mechanic's shop instead of piloting. He's drawn back into flying by Kaz when the First Order rises, and becomes a squadron leader/teacher for the next generation of pilots.

7. Venisa Doza (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Badass Rebellion pilot who convinced her future husband to defect from the Empire! When the First Order started to rise she immediately joined the Resistance to fight them. Awesome pilot and really good at convincing Imperials/First Order people to defect.

8. Mara Jade Skywalker (Thrawn trilogy)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

9. Ooryl Qrygg (Rogue Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: Ooryl is unique in what his contributions mean to his people. There are very few Gand in the Lore but Ooryl qualifies for Rogue Squadron, the best pilots of the New Republic. He also arcs to earn the right to use "I" pronouns, which is extended only to Gand who are famous enough to be known to literally every Gand that exists.

10. Garik "Face" Loran (X Wing - Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

11. Myn Donos (Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: Pulled off a nearly impossible rescue (ultimately failed as the other pilot was unconscious and unable to aid) and was the only surviving member of [???]

12. Wes Janson (Rogue Squadron + Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

13. Derek "Hobbie" Klivian (Rogue Squadron + Wraith Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

14. Nawara Ven (Rogue Squadron)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

15. Temmin "Snap" Wexley (Sequel trilogy and Aftermath trilogy)

Submitted propaganda: none :(

16. Kazuda Xiono (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Resistance pilot who joins the Resistance because he wants to make a difference against the First Order and the New Republic isn't doing anything. Very good combat pilot and much more graceful in the air than he is on the ground.

17. Torra Doza (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: 15 year old racing pilot! Learned how to fly from her mom. Super good at flying and clearly has a lot of fun flying also.

18. Hype Fazon (Star Wars Resistance)

Submitted propaganda: Super good race pilot who has to adjust to being a combat pilot when the First Order rises. Has a tendency to run from things that frighten him at first (the First Order, added responsibility, growth) but always comes back at the end. Also is delightfully cocky about his piloting skills.

19. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro / "Pilot Isabella" (Phineas and Ferb/Star Wars crossover)

Submitted propaganda: Okay so she’s the Han Solo of the episode despite Han also being in that, but also I just think this is the funniest technically legal submission I could do I’m not a Star Wars fan <3

20. that one ufuck (???)

Submitted propaganda: hhrrhhhghgngnhghghggngnghg i hve no fucking clue what any of this means im delirious right now im not even a star wars fan either

Believe me, y'all, I am as upset as you are over some of these not making it in. However, I made the rules and I would just be a hypocrite if I didn't follow them.

BUT stay tuned for the actual bracket with the 32 characters who DID make it in!

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checkoutmybookshelf · 7 months

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What is a Wraith, Anyway?

Ok, so I am primarily a Jedi girl when it comes to Star Wars, but snark-ass Corellian pilots also occupy a very soft spot in my heart. Han Solo is now and forever the GOAT Corellian smuggler and pilot, but Wedge Antillies--particularly as he is expanded in the EU books--is absolutely in the top 5 favorite pilots. I'm not overly fond of Rogue Squadron, if we're being honest, but I adore the antics and missions of Wraith Squadron. So let's talk Aaron Allston's Wraith Squadron.

*Spoilers below, so beware!*

Wedge Antillies.

Wes Janson.

Myn Donos (and Shiner).

Kell Tainer.

Garik "Face" Loran.

Falynn Sandskimmer.

Jesmin Ackbar.

Voort "Piggy" saBinring.

Hohass "Runt" Ekwesh.

Ton Phanan.

Eurrsk Thri'ag.

Tyria Sarkin.

This is Wraith Squadron, Wedge's pet project that pulled together competent officers who might have been bad at office politics or made a few too many mistakes or whose careers were otherwise dead and would jump at another chance to fly. Wedge's plan was to create an experienced, multi-talented squadron to take on the jobs for which the venn diagram of piloting, ground skills, and espianage is a circle. And while he did do that, he also somehow managed to take a bunch of hard case and traumatized pilots and transform them into a family.

The progression of the transformation though, is beautifully paced. We spend the early sections of the novel learning about each individual pilot's personal (or not so personal, given Tainer's near-paralyzing fear of Janson that tends to read as aggression) issues or motivations and getting some tentative interpersonal bonding. Interestingly, Face and Jesmin aren't hard cases or screwups. Face is tying to atone for having been the Empire's golden boy child actor in their propaganda films--although I wouldn't ever have recovered from having to sit in Ysanne Isard's LAP while she told me I was a good imperial citizen. Jesmin, however, is simply trying not to be a waste of her training because as Admiral Ackbar's neice, no commander has ever been willing to put her in actual danger.

Jesmin is, unfortunately, the first casualty of the squadron, and during the mission where she is lost, Myn Donos's R2 unit, Shiner, is unfortunately blown to peices. Myn has some seriously unresolved trauma (and arguably PTSD and survivor's guilt) from being the sole survivor of his former squadron, and Shiner's loss absolutely breaks him.

Ultimately, however, it's the loss of one squadmate and the threat of losing a second one that really cements Wraith squadron as a unit. This begins with medic Ton Phanon (attempting to) hiding the extent of Myn's breakdown from Wedge and Wes. The rest of the squadron then works to cover his shifts and duties, trying to give him time to snap out of it on his own. Eventually though, Kell overhears Wes and Wedge privately plotting how to keep buying Myn time and preventing the breakdown from landing on any official reports or paperwork.

This neatly severs the Gordian knot of Kell's fear of Wes, and ultimately gives the squad the courage to stage an intervention for Myn.

Having saved the squadmate they could, the Wraiths go on to become a tightly knit family and scary effective squad of pilots with commando skills.

I love this book. The team dynamics and the journey to find those dynamics are beautifully plotted and written, and the book flies by.

#star wars #star wars books #star wars eu books #legends continuity #wraith squadron #wedge antilles #wes janson #sci fi #science fiction #adult fiction #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #books #book recommendations

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thepartyponies · 1 year

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Wish I could add them all, sorry to the others ;_;

#wraith squadron #star wars

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glassprowlers · 5 years

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I was poking around Wookieepedia, like how you do, and now I just?? Wanna yell angrily? Just a little? I know @corelliaxdreaming mentioned a while ago how it's strange that official art of Face always makes him look kinda ugly. Like, the dude was a child film star!! Nobody calls him by his given name, Garik, because he was known as The Face. This could be interpreted to mean that he was super talented as an actor and *just that good* at emoting, or that he had a very nice face. Or maybe both, because Space Hollywood, but who knows?! Anyway! The picture on his Wookieepedia page looks... so bad.

Just... that is not the face of a man renowned across the galaxy for being a pretty boy. Just no.

However, I'm not annoyed about that!! I already knew about it! What I am mad about is the main picture on Castin Donn's Wookieepedia page!! He looks like a dark, mysterious, brooding, misunderstood Byronic hero and just uggggghhhhhhhh!!! D:<

He looks handsome! He has great hair! He's got this kind of sexy smolder going on! I hate it!!! Like I know that conflating goodness with beauty is Bad and Problematic so I guess Castin Donn is allowed to be kind of terrible and also good looking? But this whole situation baffles me! Why has the space racist had such a good glow up and why are they doing the canonically attractive character dirty? Whyyyyyy D:<

#castin donn looking real purty doesn't bother me #castin donn looking real purty while face looks ugly is what bothers me here #idk man it's just weird #i wouldn't even really care all too much about this but I am super exhausted rn and that made this new nugget of info hit my brain in juuust #the right (or maybe wrong lmao) way #and instead of doing the sensible thing and going to sleep I spent twenty minutes writing this #but i've done my venting so sleep now #sw tag #face loran #garik loran #castin donn #me at me: go to sleep you hecking idiot #wraith squadron #star wars legends #aj talks

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spacecravat · 6 years

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okay i don’t only spend my time making fun of face, so here’s some faces and phanans i drew

#star wars #x wing #wraith squadron #ton phanan #face loran #garik loran #whatever his name is supposed to be tagged as #i sure as heck don't know #also would be nice if the books could decide which side of his face the scar is actually on #my art

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drinkupthesunrise · 6 years

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If you still feel like writing another h/c ficlet, may I suggest Face/Phanan and ”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”

“Don’t get up yet,” a voice says above Face, and considering that when Face lifted his head, a wave of dizziness overcame him, he thinks that maybe he should listen to Ton Phanan’s advice for once. “You’re still bleeding.” A cold compress is pressed to the side of Face’s head, and then a cool liquid gel – bacta, Face bets.

Because he’s lucky enough that the galaxy’s miracle cure-all works on him, unlike the man who’s administering it to him.

Face opens his eyes, and sees Phanan’s mouth pursed into a frown. “What’s causing you trouble this time?” Face asks.

“You are,” Phanan replies. He looks mildly irritated, but that’s almost standard. Face isn’t too concerned. His hands press over Face’s jaw, turning his head to the side, and then go down to slide over Face’s ribs.

“Feeling me up, hey?”

“No ribs broken,” Phanan says. “Minor miracle that. And it seems like your stunning personality hasn’t taken any knocks.”

“Oi.” Face thinks he should be annoyed, but he’s sort of transfixed by how Phanan is looking at him, concern still crossing his features, worry he can’t quite shake. “You’re pretty.” The words escape his mouth before he’s had a chance to think them through.

Phanan shakes his head and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Might have to rescind that opinion. Might have taken a harder knock to the head than I thought if you’re calling me pretty.”

#Anonymous #garik face loran #ton phanan #star wars #swfic #myfic #ficlet #you should all thank harusamemosuke for stopping me from turning this into complete and utter angst

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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 1 year

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Wedge Antilles: I admire Face's decisiveness and how good at improvisation he is. But I am the more experienced leader. Eventually, I will make him my number two.

Wes Janson: So you're saying you... you need to make a number two?

Wedge Antilles: Indeed. Not right now but soon. It's not something you should force.

Wes Janson: [giggling] But you're saying it's important to have a really good number two?

Wedge Antilles: Indeed. Not right now but soon. It's not something you should force.

#wedge antilles #wes janson #face loran #Garik Loran #wraith squadron #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: what we do in the shadows

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silvercyclops · 3 years

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#wraith squadron #ton phanan #face loran

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joellesolo · 4 years

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Face: Kiss for luck?

Mara: I don't know whether to mark that down as 'exceptionally daring' or 'unusually stupid.'

Face: (to Luke) Kiss for luck?

Luke: Get out of here.

#star wars #expanded universe #new jedi order #enemy lines #rebel stand #aaron allston #mara jade #luke skywalker #garik loran #face loran #wraith squadron

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camshaft22 · 5 years

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Chapters: 8/9 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: X-Wing Series - Aaron Allston & Michael Stackpole, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Derek "Hobbie" Klivian, Wes Janson, Wedge Antilles, Tycho Celchu, Leia Organa, Ackbar (Star Wars), Airen Cracken, Garik "Face" Loran, Tyria Sarkin, Kell Tainer, Rogue Squadron Members (Star Wars), Wraith Squadron Members (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Depression, Presumed Dead, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Amnesia, Wakes & Funerals, Survivor Guilt, Captured by The Empire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

After the Battle of Distna, Rogue Squadron is presumed dead, except for one survivor.

Hobbie Klivian is the Last Rogue. He hates it.

#Star Wars #Derek Hobbie Klivian #Rogue Squadron #Wraith Squadron #Dutybound #My fic

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girlbossk · 4 years

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face, making up a fake name for himself on the fly: hmm. my name is garik loran. this is a famous name so i cannot use it. oh! i know, i’ll just be backwards. i am... narol.

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elsajeni · 4 years

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Chocolate Box 2020 Letter

Dear Chocolatier: thank you for dropping by! I know I will enjoy anything you write for me, but if you’d like a little more detail on my preferences, here it is. First all the general stuff, which is all in my sign-up, but for the sake of having everything in one place:

Likes: bantering and bickering; moments of humor even in dark situations; pining; misunderstandings that turn out all right in the end; hurt/comfort; rescue missions; casual relationships; “undercover as a couple” tropes; “actually a couple, undercover as something else” tropes.

Sex & Kink Likes, if you go in that direction: light bondage; lots of talking during sex, both sweet and dirty; laughing during sex; inappropriate use of magic/Force powers/miracles; “foreplay” activities as the main event; overstimulation; orgasm denial, orgasm control, forced orgasm; light D/s dynamics.

DNWs: rape/non-con unless specified; incest; explicit scenes with underage characters; detailed description of bodily fluids; mundane AUs (coffeeshop, high school etc.); A/B/O; lifestyle or outside-the-bedroom D/s; infidelity; pregnancy, miscarriage, or infertility; unrelentingly dark and grim stories (I like a glimmering of hope); unhappy endings in Good Omens fic specifically.

Onward! to the pairing-specific prompts!

Luke Skywalker/Wedge Antilles -- this is a long-time favorite pairing, and I would love pretty much anything about them! Given the Thrawn trilogy as a setting, I’m interested in the pressures that their respective positions and commitments put on a relationship, and especially the complications of maintaining a relationship with someone who’s always running off on incomprehensible Jedi business (Luke just... up and fuckin’ vanishing off of Hoth is a pivotal moment in how I tend to see their relationship) -- whether they’re trying to make a committed relationship work, or deciding that a casual whenever-we’re-on-the-same-planet thing is the best they can manage, or what. How do you deal with loving someone when circumstances never seem to let you make him your first priority, or you his? (If it comes up, I strongly prefer Wedge’s old EU/Legends backstory.)

Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker -- another long-time favorite! Another pairing where I would like basically anything you give me! I’m especially interested in the innate connection between them that exists before they even meet, and how that shapes their relationship. I am, of course, very into their eventual true love and the canonical slow build into it; that said, I’m also super into the idea that they had the occasional purely-chemistry-driven goddammit-I-don’t-even-like-you hookup long before that. (If you’re into soulmate AUs, this is also the very rare pairing where I’m into soulmate AUs, not least because of how completely furious Mara would be about it.)

Mara Jade/Darth Vader -- I’m interested in Mara’s youth in the Emperor’s court, and the sort of... just-under-the-surface yawning horror that we know is there, but that doesn’t get dug into much in the EU. Give me something with her and Vader encountering each other -- as rivals for Palpatine’s attention, as tentative allies in court intrigue, as student and tutor? This could go in a lot of directions, from something as relatively innocent as a kid’s crush on the one person she thinks understands her to something as dark as the Emperor ordering one of them to the other one’s bedroom; whatever way you go with it, I do want you to treat the power dynamics and age dynamics here seriously, and lean into the darkness it suggests -- no one here is having a nice time or doing something they’ll be really happy to look back on.

(This is my one sort-of-exception to the “no rape/non-con” clause; it’s a pairing that lends itself to questionable or compromised consent, and I’m into that. The line between “dubcon” and “non-con” is blurry, but as much as possible, I’d like you to stay on the dubcon side of it -- deceit, coercion, and uncomfortable power imbalances, yes; violence, physical or Force-based force, or explicit non-consent that’s ignored, no. This is NOT an exception to the “no explicit scenes with underage characters” clause; if you write this with Mara as a teen, please keep anything explicitly sexual off-screen.)

Garik "Face" Loran/Ton Phanan -- listen, this is a long shot and I know it, but: GHOSTS. Give me Ton still hanging around after death -- where else does he have to go, after all? Haunting all the Wraiths, or just Face, or trying to figure out how he can go haunt some Imperials and ruin their day. Making Face miserable, or still making him laugh (and is he real, or is this some kind of coping mechanism, and does Face want to find out which?), or not seeming to know he’s dead. Just… Ghost Ton. Pls. (If ghosts aren’t for you, I’d also be very happy with them getting into shenanigans and having lots of pleasant casual sex during happier days!)

Wedge Antilles/Wes Janson -- I’m just looking for more Wraith Squadron/Starfighters of Adumar-style shenanigans here, really. Maybe some silly undercover-as-a-couple type stuff, or just some pure stress-relief casual fun? Alternately, this is a pairing that lends itself to hurt/comfort; both of these guys have more than enough canonical close calls, let’s see the aftermath of one of them. If you’re feeling ambitious, you could fix Isard’s Revenge for me by writing their post-Distna reunion, after they’ve both believed each other to be dead for weeks.

Son of Havoc/Ivelisse Velez/Angelico -- I just love these beautiful dysfunctional dipshits and I want them to love each other! I’m into this as a casual stress-relief thing among teammates that accidentally turns less casual; I would love some hurt/comfort, which I feel like wrestling fic is basically made for, and I have a special love for “oh no, *I’m* the one who hurt you” h/c in particular, which I feel like these three squabbling idiots are basically made for. My general taste in Lucha Underground fic is “turn the supernatural nonsense up to 11,” so go nuts with the “persecuted by the literal goddess of death” business; I have a particular weakness for regular mortal Ivelisse and Havoc getting dragged into supernatural nonsense because their boyfriend is a supernatural creature with no sense of self-preservation.

Aziraphale/Crowley -- hi, yes, like everyone else on tumblr I am now a full-time Good Omens obsessive. This is another pairing that I like pretty much any way you take it -- six thousand years of angsty pining and “no actually they’ve been fucking and/or married since Eden” and anything in between all equally welcome. I love the historical scenes that we get in the TV show, and would be delighted with anything looking at what they’ve been up to throughout the rest of history (ooh, how about a Robin Hood interlude?); I love rescue missions and hurt/comfort of any kind; I have a terrible weakness for the delayed-action total fucking breakdown that Crowley is clearly going to have post-Armageddon; I’m down for them not being quite as safe as they thought they were post-Armageddon, and having to fend off one last attack from Heaven or Hell or both. I love the warm soft side of how ludicrously much they love each other, and also the absolutely crucial part of their dynamic that is “I can’t believe I have somehow been stuck, for six THOUSAND YEARS, hanging around with the SINGLE MOST ANNOYING PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE”. My one specific demand is: I don’t mind some angst on the way to my happy ending, the payoff is all the sweeter if you make me suffer for it a little, but this is the one pairing where I feel really really strongly that you gotta give me the happy ending, or at least leave them on track for it if they’re not quite there yet.

(A note: I requested Aziraphale/Crowley under both book and TV fandoms, and I’m lumping them together here because I honestly don’t care much about the distinction. I love the book, I loved the show, fics set in book canon, TV canon, or a sort of pick-and-choose hybrid canon are all equally fine with me!)

#exchange letters #chocolate box

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