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jerryb2 · 1 year

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The Importance of the Lightsaber

What follows is a series of excerpts from the novel I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole:

The lightsaber, while an elegant and deadly weapon, was not that complex. Getting the parts to put one together was not difficult at all. To serve as the hilt, for example, I salvaged the throttle assembly and handlebar tube from a junked speeder bike.

(...) I got the dimetris circuitry for the activation loop from an old capital-ship-grade ion cannon fire initiation controller (...) The recharger port and wiring came from a comlink. A milled down Tri-fighter laser flashback suppressor became the parabolic, high-energy flux aperture to stabilize the blade and I pulled the dynoric laser feed line from the same broken laser cannon to act as the superconductor for energy transference from the power cell to the blade.

Buttons and switches were easy to find, and dear old Admiral Tavira, with her gift of the brandy decanter and snifters, provided me all the jewels I needed to make half a dozen lightsabers.

(...) Before I could figure out how to put Tavira off for another month, Elegos decoded an annotation to the instructions for constructing lightsabers. It turned out that during the Clone Wars, Jedi Masters developed a way to create a lightsaber in two days. Nejaa included this method, noting it was to be used only in times of pressing need, but not in haste. I read it over and felt a certain peace settle upon me. I knew the words had not been written for me, but they sank deep into my core. Urgency without panic, action without thoughtlessness.

(...) I sat in the middle of the floor, with the parts for the blade laid out in a semicircle around me. I studied each one and used the Force to enfold it and take a sense of it into myself. My hands would fit the pieces together, but I wanted the parts to mesh as if they had been grown together. The lightsaber would be more than just a jumble of hardware, and to make it I had to see the parts as belonging together.

I fitted the activation button into its place on the handlebar shaft and snapped the connectors into the right spots on the dimetris circuit board.

I worked that into the shaft itself, then inserted a strip of shielding to protect it from even the slightest leakage from the superconductor. Next I snapped into place the gemstones I was using to focus and define the blade. At the center, to work as my continuous energy lens, I used the Durindfire. That same stone gave my grandfather’s blade its distinctive silver sheen.

I used a diamond and an emerald in the other two slots. I wasn’t certain what I would get in the way of color tints from the emerald, and with the diamond I hoped for a coruscation effect.

Onto the end of the hilt where the blade would appear I screwed the high-energy flux aperture. It would carry a negative charge which would stabilize the positively charged blade and provide it a solid base without allowing it to eat its way back through to my hands.

(...) I clipped the discharged energy cell in place, then connected the leads to the recharging socket.

I screwed the recharging socket into the bottom of the hilt, but didn’t fasten on the handlebar’s original butt cap that would protect it because I needed to charge the power cell for the very first time.

In what amounts to just a handful of pages in a singular book, Stackpole so vividly describes not only the physical process of constructing a lightsaber, but the spiritual essence of what it means to be a Jedi, in its purest form:

(...) With my finger poised on the transformer button that would start the energy flowing, I drew in a deep breath and lowered myself into a trance. I knew that manipulating matter sufficiently to meld the part and forge the weapon would have been all but impossible for anyone but a Jedi Master like Yoda, but doing just that as part of the construction of a lightsaber had been studied and ritualized so even a student could manage it. It was very much a lost art, a link to a past that had been all but wiped out, and by performing it I completed my inheritance of my Jedi legacy.

I hit the button, allowing the slow trickle of energy to fill the battery. I opened myself to the Force and with the hand I had touching the lightsaber’s hilt, I bathed the lightsaber with the Force. As I did so subtle transformations took place in the weapon. Elemental bonds shifted allowing more and more energy to flow into the cell and throughout the weapon. I was not certain how the changes were being made, but I knew that at the same time as they were being made in the lightsaber, they were being made in me as well.

In becoming a conduit for the Force for this purpose, the final integration of the people I’d been occurred. The fusion became the person I would be forever after. I was still a pilot: a little bit arrogant, with a healthy ego and a willingness to tackle difficult missions. I was still CorSec: an investigator and a buffer between the innocents in the galaxy and the slime that would consume them.

And I was Jedi. I was heir to a tradition that extended back tens of thousands of years. Jedi had been the foundation of stability in the galaxy. They had always opposed those who reveled in evil and sought power for the sake of power. People like Exar Kun and Palpatine, Darth Vader and Thrawn, Isard and Tavira; these were the plagues on society that the Jedi cured. In the absence of Jedi, evil thrived.

In the presence of just one Jedi, evil evaporated.

Just as with the lightsaber, the changes being made in me were not without cost. What the Force allowed me to do also conferred upon me great burdens. To act without forethought and due deliberation was no longer possible. I had to be very certain of what I was doing, for a single misstep could be a disaster. While I knew I would make mistakes, I had to do everything I could to minimize their impact. It was not enough to do the greatest good for the greatest number, I had to do the best for everyone.

There was no walking away from the new responsibility I accepted. Like my grandfather I might well choose when and where to reveal who and what I was, but there was no forgetting, no leaving that responsibility and the office. My commitment to others had to be total and complete. I was an agent of life every day, every hour, every second; for as long as I lived, and then some.

(...) I nodded and brandished the lightsaber. I punched the button under my thumb, giving birth to the silver blade 133 centimeters in length.

“A lightsaber and robes. Looks like a little justice has arrived on Courkrus, and it’s about time.”

This is what almost everybody gets wrong about the Jedi - never mind the Prequels, the Sequels, or the vast majority of EU novels - the Jedi are an absolute good. They are life. They bring order to chaos. Every moment of their lives is spent, their spirits grappling against the disorder of a universe torn between Dark and Light.

If you haven’t read I, Jedi, you might consider picking it up.

As I’m sure many of you have already deduced, the accompanying images are of my own personal Corran Horn lightsaber. I’ve just recently finished a complete overhaul and rebuild of it, and I just had to show it off. I’ll be posting more info & pics about it soon, but I want to address one key aspect of saber building here, as it pertains directly to my own personal journey and growth.

This portion of the book holds incredible significance for me; it allows me to imagine, however briefly, that I’m undertaking a similar spiritual ritual, imbuing my own sabers with the same energy that Stackpole so flawlessly describes here. It’s so rare to feel so seen and be so moved by a piece of fiction. For the discerning Sabersmith, it’s very much like Corran says:

I knew the words had not been written for me, but they sank deep into my core.

Thank you for this book, Michael. 🥂

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forcesung · 2 years

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“Leia’s two doors down, with two strange men,” Wedge said.

“How do you know they’re two strange men?” Mirax asked. “It might be Han and Luke.”

“Han and Luke are two strange men.” Wedge looked around the people assembled before him. Only Iella was still horizontal; on her cot beneath the S-foil of Wedge’s X-wing, she had pulled her pillow over her head to muffle all the conversational noise.

—Legacy of the Force: Exile, Aaron Allston

#wedge antilles #mirax horn #mirax terrik horn #iella wessiri #iella wessiri antilles #Legacy of the Force #legacy of the force exile #Aaron Allston #excerpt

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dayenurose · 2 years

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Writer’s Months Prompts (written for @writersmonth )

Day 14 - On a Ship (Corran Horn/Mirax Terrik - Star Wars: Legends)

Whistler warbled and beeped, demanding Corran’s attention the moment he walked through the door of his temporary quarters. He didn’t have time for this, but he learned the hard way that ignoring the astromech usually cost more time in the long run. At least he could multitask while Whistler delivered the message. He wanted to change out of his flightsuit so he could finish his debriefing and after action report as soon as possible.

Rogue Squadron was coming to the end of a two week stint on Home One between base assignments. There was a planned communications blackout for at least the first couple of weeks of their stay at the new base. But, before they shipped off, Mirax was scheduled to dock with the Home One during ship evening hours. When he learned of his wife’s imminent arrival, Corran managed to finagle some time off from the duty roster. It had been over two months since they’d last spent time together and he couldn’t wait to see her.

“Wait, Whistler, go back. You said something about a message from Mirax?” Corran hopped on one foot as he attempted to pull off his boot while still standing.

Whistling an affirmative, Whistler engaged his holoprojector causing a wavering image of Mirax sitting on the bridge of the Pulsar Skate to float in the middle of the room. A sinking sensation settled in the pit of his stomach. Corran ran a thumb over the gold JedCred he wore around his neck.

“You better play the message,” Corran instructed his droid as he sank onto the bed.

“Hey Corran,” Mirax’s voice filled the room. “I’m afraid I have some bad news. The engines on the Skate are out of alignment. We were able to fix them, but the repairs put us behind schedule. We won’t arrive until after you’ve left. I’m sorry, my love. I really tried to make it work this time. Fly safe. I love you.”

An expression of genuine sadness mixed with longing settled on her face. She reached out like she was trying to hold his hand. Instinctively, he returned the gesture. His hand passed through the image. A pang of loneliness pierced his heart.

“I love you too,” he repeated to the frozen message.

After a moment, Corran stood. His movements were slower and less deliberate than they were before. “Whistler, save the message. I’ll record a message for her after the debriefing.”

The droid nudged him in the side and offered a mournful beep. Corran patted the dome of his faithful R2 unit. “Thanks.”

Corran finished changing his clothes and headed sluggishly for Wedge’s office. While it didn’t lighten his disappointment, at least his commanding officer would be able to commiserate with him.

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It had been a month and a half since Rogue Squadron left the flagship. The blackout had lasted a whole month instead of the predicted two weeks. When it was lifted, he and Mirax were able to be in contact again via comms, but they hadn’t been able to see each other in person. While it was one of those common sacrifices made by all those on active military service, that didn’t make it any easier to bear. The fact that it was their anniversary of their first wedding certainly didn’t make the separation any easier. In the meantime, Corran tried to stay busy in order to keep the melancholy at bay.

“Any last questions?” Wedge asked the gathered pilots.

When no one raised their hand, their commander gave a succinct nod. “All right, that wraps things up for today. Make sure you get some rest tonight, remember we’re heading out at 0800 tomorrow. Dismissed.”

As the pilots gathered their belongs and began shuffling out of the room in clusters of twos or threes, Wedge raised his voice over the general hubbub. “Lieutenant Horn, a moment please.”

Corran made his way up to the front of the room. He knew he hadn’t participated as much as usual during the mission briefing, but he didn’t think he’d been noticeably inattentive. It was the General’s prerogative to make certain his pilots were fit for duty, so the callout hadn’t particularly surprised Corran. Still, it rankled his pride a bit to be chastised for such a rookie mistake.

“You wished to speak with me, sir?” Corran stood at attention.

“At ease, Corran. You’re not in trouble.” Wedge signaled for the younger pilot to walk with him. Corran let out a breath of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I need you to check on a situation in the primary docking bay.”

“What kind of situation?” His CorSec training shifted to the forefront of his mind. An investigation was always a good way to distract him when he was feeling like this.

“There’s been a few anomalies reported earlier and I would feel better if you could check it out. You have a knack at unraveling these sort of things.

“I’ll get right on that.” Corran realized that Wedge was probably just trying to keep his mind busy, but he still appreciated the effort. Since joining Rogue Squadron, Wedge had gone from his commanding officer, to friend, to family.

“Thank you.” Wedge paused at an intersection of hallways. “I don’t expect I’ll see you before the morning, so good night.”

“Of course. Good night, sir.”

Before Corran made it a step or two towards the docking bay, Wedge called out, stopping him in his tracks. “Oh, Lieutenant, one more thing.”

Corran turned towards his commanding officer. “Sir.”

“Next time I see you, I expect you to be more attentive.” There was a trace of wry amusement in Wedge’s voice.

“Yes sir.” Corran accepted the censure in the spirit it had been intended. While Wedge wasn’t upset with him, he did want his pilots to be in the best possible condition when on a mission.

When Wedge didn’t say any anything else, Corran continued down to the docking bay while the General headed towards the officer’s lounge.

Inside the docking bay, Corran surveyed the myriad of ships crowding the vast space. There were the same assortment of New Republic ships, sans fighters, as seen on any base. The fighters—X-, A-, and Y-wing—were all secured in a secondary bay. A few civilian crafts were found among the New Republic ships.

As his eyes passed over the ships, a very familiar silhouette was seen at the far end of the bay. A grin broke on his face. Wedge, the old scoundrel, had to be in on this. Well, he wasn’t one to complain.

Taking off at a run, Corran soon crossed the crowded floor space at a run, Corran soon arrived beside the Pulsar Skate. The smooth lines and natural curves never appeared more beautiful to him.

The docking ramp was already down as though in greeting. He dashed up the entrance. “Mirax! Mirax! Where are you?”

Turning a corner, Mirax smiled at her husband. She wore a shimmering dress with a deep cut neckline and a slit cut high up her thigh. Light danced like stars off the flecks of color worked into the dress. This wasn’t anything she would ordinarily wear aboard the Skate, but this wasn’t an ordinary night. Her gaze thirstily drank in the sight of him like a Mon Calamarian at the sight of water after a week stranded on Tatooine. “Right here. Wedge said you were on your way.”

He wrapped his arms around his wife and picked her up. He would have swung her around, but there wasn’t much room for maneuvering at the top of the ramp. Instead, he kissed her until he took her breath away.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled against her lips. The spicy scent of her perfume tickled his nose. In comparison to her bright spark of liveliness, everything else had seemed so dull in her absence.

“I missed you too.” She tugged him further into the ship and closed the ramp behind him. “C’mon, let’s make up for lost time.”

Corran followed close on her heels, breathing in the presence of his wife, memorizing every detail. “I’m so glad to be home.”

“You think of the Skate as home, CorSec?” A teasing edge laced her tone.

“Of course, you’re here.” He tugged her close again as he realized they were headed for the ship’s small galley. The aroma of still baking ryshcate already permeated the ship and beckoned him forward with anticipation for the promised celebration.

“Imagine what your father would say if he heard that, CorSec.” Her fingers entwined with his as she led him towards the captain’s bunk.

“Mm. He’d say ex-smuggler or not, I married a mighty fine woman.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “And you know that very well.”

“Yes, I do, but I also enjoy teasing you.” She backed up so she stood with her back to the door of her room aboard the ship. Without turning, she pressed the button to open the door. The lights had been dimmed in anticipation of their arrival and a warm, welcoming glow illuminated the room.

“I know.”

Corran picked her up and carried his wife into the room. She squealed in delight. There wasn’t much room in the berth, but it wasn’t the first time they’d spent their reunion on the ship. Reverently, he laid her down on the bed. Her dark hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. His fingers traced along the dip of her dresses neckline.

“You know,” he said with a gleam in his eyes, “Wedge isn’t expecting me back on duty until morning, so I am all yours for tonight.”

“Good.” Mirax wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him in for a long, amorous kiss. “I plan to make this an anniversary you never forget.”

As she predicted, it turned out to be a very good anniversary indeed.

#writersmonth2022 #fanficion #corran horn #mirax terrik horn #star wars #star wars legends #rogue squadron

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legendscon · 9 months

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Panel Announcement: In Conversation With Michael Stackpole

Join the king of X-wings himself, Michael Stackpole, as he discusses his numerous contributions to Star Wars books and comics, including everyone's favorite Corellian Jedi, Corran Horn!

Don't miss the celebration of all things Expanded Universe this weekend at the Marriott Convention Center in Burbank, California!

Buy tickets now at: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/legends-consortium-2023-tickets-541786186067

Full Schedule: https://legends-con.com/guests-programming/

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from-a-legends-pov · 5 days

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Star Wars Legends Spotlight: The Wedding of Luke and Mara

In this last week of writer signups for the From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event, we’ll be celebrating Legends by spotlighting some key events, characters, and moments from the Legends continuity.

Writers: Help us add to the story! Sign up to write for the From a Legends Point of View fanfiction event now through June 2. Together, we’ll build a collection of Star Wars Legends fanfiction set during the time of the Original Trilogy. Use our Signup Form to pitch your story concepts (Signup Guidelines available here) and please encourage your favorite writers to participate!

Our first spotlight is the wedding of the galaxy’s most eligible Jedi bachelor, Luke Skywalker, with former Emperor’s Hand and current Jedi Master Mara Jade in 19 ABY on Coruscant.

Why is this important?

Luke and Mara are in many ways the power couple of Star Wars Legends (along with Leia Organa and Han Solo). While Leia and Han were shown as a committed couple by the end of Return of the Jedi, Luke Skywalker spent a fair amount of the Legends continuity in various ultimately doomed love affairs. Mara Jade, one of the most prominent characters to originate in Legends, was introduced in the Thrawn trilogy and clearly had some chemistry with Luke from the start, as well as going on her own journey from Emperor’s Hand to smuggler to Jedi knight to Jedi master before ending up with Luke.

How does it happen?

The engagement takes place toward the end of Timothy Zahn’s novel Vision of the Future, appropriately happening in the middle of a life-or-death situation. The room they are in is filling up with water, and Luke asks Mara to marry him. She says, “You mean, if we get out of this alive?” and he says, “I mean regardless.”

The wedding and the leadup take place in Star Wars: Union, a four-unit comic series written by X-Wing series writer Michael Stackpole. Most of the series deals with the more mundane events leading up to any wedding— choosing a dress, the bachelor / bachelorette parties, the wedding itself, and moments from the reception— but the happy couple being who they are, of course there is danger, intrigue, and shenanigans. There are actually two weddings: a Jedi wedding only attended by members of the Jedi Order early in the series, and a formal wedding that serves as a major event for the New Republic.

The Jedi portion of the wedding largely goes off without a hitch, but the New Republic ceremony is where the shenanigans come in.

We see Mara attempt to “say yes to the dress” only to be confronted with some of the worst fashion crimes imaginable, then find her dream designer out in the alley, having been originally prevented from preventing her designs by her evil boss.

Luke’s bachelor party at the Red Rancor (attended by Han Solo, Wedge Antilles, Chewbacca, Gavin Darklighter, Talon Karrde, Wes Janson, Derek “Hobbie” Klivian, Tycho Celchu, Kam Solusar, Corran Horn, Booster Terrik, and Lando Calrissian) ends in a bar fight instigated by a Moff who is trying to kill Luke / prevent the wedding.

Meanwhile, the women (Mara, Leia, Tionne Solusar, Winter Celchu, Mirax Terrik Horn, and Iella Wessiri Antilles) have a spa day and then kick some ass in a slingball game.

The day of the ceremony is a major New Republic event, with people like Mon Mothma in attendance and Admiral Ackbar presiding. A Moff is determined to interrupt the ceremony and violently prevent the festivities, but Chewie, the Jedi, and the Rogues take care of that while those with parts in the ceremony carry on. Meanwhile, Booster Terrik has been tasked with keeping the children quiet during the ceremony, including his grandson Valin Horn as well as Myri and Syal Antilles and Jaina, Jacen, and Anakin Solo.

Finally, we see the happy couple wed:

…And various other couples at the ceremony get nostalgic about their own weddings as they enjoy the reception.

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magnetarbeam · 7 months

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Fic I'll never write: Han, Mirax and Jag's informational video that warns people of exactly what they're getting into by marrying a Jedi, and some expert tips for Dealing With It.

#han solo #mirax terrik #jagged fel #leia organa #corran horn #jaina solo #zekk solo fel #star wars legends

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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 9 months

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If y'all want to date anyone 5'4 and under I'm going to need you to recognize that there is effort involved. They need their outside time, but you have to be willing to stand there with them too because you never know what birds of prey are in the area and it is your responsibility as their partner to make sure they don't get scooped up. Like. That is the bare minimum. C'mon.

Mirax Terrik

#mirax terrik #corran horn #i recognize that Mirax is also short #but i feel like she's definitely the one swatting birds of prey in that relationship #corran is probably flirting with the birds. it does not help.#star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: tumblr #corran is so short

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my-last-brain-cell-is-socrates · 1 year

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Okay hear me out...

A television series based on the X-wing books... created by the same team as Andor. Tony Gilroy would do all these characters and plot lines justice, I just know it.

I rest my case

#star wars #star wars legends #star wars eu #X-Wing books #rogue squadron #Wedge Antilles #Corran Horn #mirax terrik #Andor #Tony Gilroy #Diego Luna #tycho celchu #plz is all I'm saying #I've had an epiphany #They're the only ones I trust

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slyandthefamilybook · 1 year

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I hate how every single woman in the series is Corran Horny for Corran's Horn

this man is as bland as oatmeal on saltines covered in flour

#atlas entry #rogue squadron #corran horn #mirax terrik #erisi dlarit #iella wessiri

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tahiriveilasolo · 3 months

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Why do pairings in Star Wars have to be so tragic?

Nomi Sunrider x Ulic Qel-Droma: not even mentioning that Nomi was a widow…the Sith War ruined everything, and after the war someone insignificant murdered a great man redeemed

Revan x Bastila Shan: Revan gone for 300 years, leaving a wife and a not-yet-born son behind

Anakin Skywalker x Padmé Amidala: Anakin fell to the dark side, Padmé died of a broken heart

Han Solo x Leia Organa: two children died, one of them had even waged a war once

Luke Skywalker x Mara Jade: Mara killed by her nephew

Anakin Solo x Tahiri Veila: Anakin died in a war, leaving a love never realized

Jacen Solo x Tenel Ka Djo: Jacen fell to the dark side, the relationship ended in warfare

Corran Horn x Mirax Terrik: two children gone mad and were carbonized for a while

The list goes on…

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jadecrusades · 1 year

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Star Wars Customizable Card Game promotional and play cards. “Reflections II: Expanding the Galaxy.” January, 2001.

Decipher’s Reflections II: Expanding the Galaxy series brought a handful of Expanded Universe characters to life including Mara Jade, Grand Admiral Thrawn, Talon Karrde, Corran Horn, Mirax Terrik, Dash Rendar, Prince Xizor, and Guri. Decipher also created an exclusive 5”x7” Promotional Oversized “Signature” Card depicting Mara, Talon Karrde, and Corran Horn for the summer ‘01 convention circuit. Model Shannon (Baksa) McRandle portrayed Mara Jade, while Timothy Zahn was made up to depict Talon Karrde, and Michael Stackpole was costumed to resemble Corran Horn. Stackpole had these memories to share on his blog:

The stuff done in a photostudio is really magic. At first glance, the guys they got for Corran and Karrde were right, in general. Good on the overall dimensions, hair color, eye color, etc., but they were just guys off the street. Then the hair and makeup folks went to work. Karrde got a wig and a full makeup job, which sharpened his features and totally changed him. By the end of the process - during which Tim's camera was clicking almost incessantly - I was believing the guy was Talon Karrde.

Once Karrde was made up and costumed, he was taken onto the photostage and lit. That's a fascinating process. If they put a yellow filter on a light, the light is considered "hot." A blue filter makes it "cold." The art director, photographer and photographer's assistant all discussed and debated, pulling lights this way and that, setting them up at angles, getting the model to look here or there. Then they took test Polaroid shots and digital shots and finally agreed that things were right. It was almost anticlimactic when the shooting got done, but the results were great. Talon Karrde lived.

Shannon Baksa actually did Corran's makeup, then he got lit and shot. One of my concerns had been that the model was a bit older than Corran would have been at that point, but the makeup and lighting slashed 15 years off him. And the models, they put up with a lot. At one point, while folks were off debating how Corran should be lit, the guy who had done Karrde's makeup commented that Corran was just sitting there rock-still. Corran said, "I'd move, but I'm afraid they'd have to re-light me."

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forcesung · 2 years

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In his best CorSec investigator voice, Corran asked, “Have you noticed anything suggesting that someone has been sampling your cosmetics, trying on your clothes?”

Mirax shot her husband an unamused look. “Other than you?”

“Ow.” Corran raised his hands. “I give up.”

—Legacy of the Force: Exile, Aaron Allston

#mirax horn #mirax terrik horn #corran horn #legacy of the force exile #Aaron Allston #Legacy of the Force #excerpt

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ainyan · 1 year

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Get to Know Me!

Share your wallpaper

My wallpaper switches between a bunch of XIV screenshots, but here's what's displaying currently on my main work monitor (out of 4):

The last song you listened to: Pilgrimage, from the Endwalker patch 6.1 Soundtrack (from Aglaia).

Currently reading: On my phone: Wolf-Speaker, by Tamora Pierce. On my computer: Emliy Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries, by Heather Fawcett. On my iPad: The Legend of Huma, by Richard A. Knaak.

Last Movie: The last movie I watched was Spider-Man: No Way Home. I, uh... don't watch a lot of movies. >.>

Craving: Honestly? I'm craving salmon, but it's too expensive right now. :(

What are you wearing right now? I'm at work, so a pair of loose capris, a turquoise blouse, my N7 Elite hoodie, my Sith lanyard with all my video game pins, and a pair of comfy sandals.

How tall are you: 5'1" on a good day.

Piercings: Three in my ears, but I'm hoping to get several more this summer (depending on circumstances).

Tattoos: None.

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses. I can't wear contacts.

Last drink: Water!

Last show: Abbott Elementary (I'm several weeks behind, don't spoil me)

Last thing you ate: A SweeTart heart <3

Favorite color: I prefer jewel tones, so emerald, sapphire, amethyst. I'm a huge, huge fan of peacock colors.

Current obsession: FFXIV, natch

Unrelated obsession: Destiny 2

Any pets: Three! Two cats, Momo (one orange braincell) and Byakko (grey tiger tabby), and a dog, Inari (my Askii - half-Husky, a quarter Akita, a quarter mix).

Do you have a crush on anyone? Besides my husband of sixteen years and my partner of twelve? A few video game characters. Other than that, not really. I'm pretty poly-saturated right now and haven't even been looking.

Favorite fictional character: I mean, Thancred. Theron. But if you're looking for someone not video game related, probably Thrawn or Corran Horn. General Leia. Mirax Terrik. I'm pretty simple; I like spies, pilots, and strong-willed women.

The last place you traveled: Raleigh, North Carolina.

Tagged by: @sasslett

Tagging: @eorzeashan, @thelealinhypehouse, @sayonaramidnight, @starrysnowdrop, @irisopranta, @lilbittymonster, @lilvulpix-alex, and anyone else who would like to share! I know this is more OOC than fanfiction, so don't feel compelled to share if you don't want to <3

#tagged #tagging #ooc #about the author

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legendscon · 1 year

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from-a-legends-pov · 16 days

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Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week — You said WHAT?

Legends is filled with smooth talkers and brilliant strategists, but there are plenty of times when characters display a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Which of these moments is your favorite instance of “open mouth, insert foot” for a Legends character?

During a post-mission discussion on the Mon Remonda, Wraith Squadron pilot Elassar Targon comments that General Han Solo has been “running scared” from Warlord Zsinj, right before Solo turns his chair around to reveal his presence. Elassar then spends the next several days begging his squadmates to use their special skills to murder Elassar so he doesn’t have to endure the embarrassment (X-Wing: Solo Command)

Based on a brief conversation on comms with the new leader of Twin Suns Squadron, Wes Janson decides she has a nice voice and asks Wedge and Tycho if she is hot and single, clearly interested in pursuing her…only to learn (after a fair amount of teasing on their part) that she is nineteen-year-old Jaina Solo, daughter of his Rebellion colleagues Han Solo and Leia Organa (The New Jedi Order - Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand)

In the middle of a battle over the Katana fleet, Borsk Fey’lya admits to Talon Karrde and Leia Organa Solo that he only pretended to care about the New Republic military as a means to gain political power and does not care if Rogue Squadron and others in the battle die, as “anyone not on my side is my enemy” – not realizing that Leia has turned on the internal and external comms systems, broadcasting Borsk’s admission that he doesn’t care about the military…to the military (Dark Force Rising)

Wes Janson asks Reina Faleur on a dinner date; when she demurs that she has a date already, he encourages her to break it to go out with him, but she tells him “Captain Antilles wouldn’t like it” – as the date is with Wedge (X-Wing: Rogue Squadron #32, Mandatory Retirement part 1)

Corran Horn tries to play tough guy while bargaining for a cache of weapons on Tatooine, telling his opponent, “That’s Mirax Terrik, Booster Terrik’s daughter. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go.” When the man laughs in his face and Corran wonders why that didn’t work, Mirax reveals that the man he’s attempting to intimidate is Booster Terrik (X-Wing: The Bacta War)

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