#star wars fact file

[archeo-starwars]

Star Wars Fact File v3, #050

#star wars #master tyvokka #plo koon #qui gon jinn #jedi #jedi culture #fact files

[cienie-isengardu]

Star Wars Fact Files #82

#star wars #jango fett #boba fett #kamino #star wars fact files

[cjvarte]

Battles & Events: Battle of Coruscant (Legends)

Source: "The Official Star Wars Fact File 10" is the tenth issue of the Legends reference magazine titled The Official Star Wars Fact File, published by De Agostini, and released on March 12, 2014.

#star wars #star wars legends #the official star wars fact file #star wars reference #star wars lore #qymaen jai sheelal #general grievous #grievous #kaleesh #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

[rey-jake-therapist]

I post about so many different medias of various style I sometimes stop and wonder if it confuses people who follow me, or consider doing it.

I imagine that it's probably you guys in this meme, trying to figure out what exactly I'm a fan of:

#shit post #sorry if you follow me for The Sandman and find yourself staring at a picture of Hannibal Lecter covered in blood #or if you follow me for Sherlock and wonder why there are pictures of a depressed lil' guy with a weird white face and scruffy black hair #I know they don't seem to have anything in commun but I swear if you look closely you'll find out there's a logic there #and no it's not the fact that there are handsome men and gorgeous women in all these medias #though it doesn't ruin anything #the sandman #hannibal nbc #bbc sherlock #the x files #star wars #i love them all

[mrfandomwars]

Fans: True Mandalorians and Death Watch hate the New Mandalorians! It says here in the Death Watch Manifesto!

A Literal Fact File: Actually, they got along reasonably well. They were content to let each other exist in their own spaces, the True Mandalorians going off and being nomad bounty hunters and keeping the warrior traditions alive while the New Mandalorians rebuild the Mandalorian Sector.

Fans: Lalalala! I can't hear you!

#star wars #sw #mr talks #sw fans #new mandalorians #true mandalorians #death watch #Mandalorians #this is just fueling my Adonai and Jaster are friends headcanon #mentioned death watch manifesto #mentioned star wars fact file

[slaapkat]

The Vigilante fact file found in Star-Spangled War Stories (1952) #143

#star spangled war stories #star-spangled war stories #vigilante #the vigilante #greg sanders #fact file #greg saunders

[skyfire85]

Colossus Wasps and Ithullan Ore Haulers

Hailing from the Stenness Node region and specifically the world of Ithull, Colossus Wasps were titanic insects that averaged between 1 and 1.5 kilometers long with wings up to several hundred meters in length. The wasps spent most of their time migrating from world to world, consuming cosmic rays, stellar radiation and occasionally other interstellar creatures like space slugs.

Their large size and adaptations for living in space gave the native sentients of the Node the idea to collect the corpses of wasps that had naturally succumbed and convert them into space ships. Despite the Nessies’ insistence that only wasps that had died of natural causes be used, the high bounty placed on intact carapaces meant that more than one group resorted to poaching, not an easy hunt given the wasps’ large size.

Once a wasp body was secured, the Nessie engineers began modifying the shell for use as a transport by removing the internal organs to make room for crew spaces, generators, computers. a command deck and the all important cargo holds. In order to maximize the available space, two ion engines were mounted to the outside of the abdomen for realspace travel, while maneuvering surfaces and jets were attached to the legs. Two heavy turbolasers in the thorax and several lower-powered blasters gave the Ore Hauler defensive firepower against pirates, and the wasps’ own thick shells provided ample protection against radiation, micrometeoroids and pirate blasters.

Sources: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels, The Official Star Wars Fact File, Tales of the Jedi 4, Wookiepedia 

#Star Wars #starwars #the essential guide to vessels and vehicles #tales of the jedi #the official star wars fact file #wookiepedia #space insects

[bluewails]

i need to be on a couch. specifically my couch. with a blanket and my baby and a cable ghost show. wtf am i doing here

#it’s the fact that i’ll never truly have it again #maybe if i rewatch ghost files itll feel right. maybe star wars #my post

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - I Think Blair Is Funny | 4/4/12

The secret to a Jedi's success.

(4GTV - 24/7. LIVE. NOW.)

#The Pile #G4 #X-Play #Borderlands 2 #Star Wars: The Old Republic #PlayStation 4 #Jade Empire #The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim #Quantum Conundrum #Tera #Dust 514 #Anarchy Online #The Secret World #Aliens: Colonial Marines #Syfy #Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files #Attack of the Show! #Bomb Patrol Afghanistan #Weight Watchers #Subaru #Lockout #JELLO #Dave & Buster's #Gillette #Resident Evil: Operation Raccoon City #Ritz #Bing #Safe #Subway #The Raid: Redemption

[archeo-starwars]

Star Wars Fact File v3, #050

#star wars #fact files #master tyvokka #plo koon

[cienie-isengardu]

Given the pressures placed on the clones, it is not surprising that the training schemes run on the clones’ terminals put very little emphasis on academic skills. Such training would encourage them to question their situation. Instead the programmes developed sound reading, writing and mathematical skills, while games were used to provide initial military training - weapons skills, vehicle operation and military strategy. [Fact Files #95, 2003]

#star wars #clone troopers #fact files #in universe education #education of clone troopers #the training schemes run on the clones’ terminals put very little emphasis on academic skills #Such training would encourage them to question their situation #that hits pretty hard #books are dangerous and so i'm happy whenever sources provides examples of clones being into reading books

[cjvarte]

Droids & Machines: EV-A4-D (Legends)

Source: "The Official Star Wars Fact File 17" is the seventeenth issue of the Legends reference magazine titled The Official Star Wars Fact File, published by De Agostini, and released on April 30, 2014.

#star wars #star wars legends #the official star wars fact file #star wars reference #star wars lore #qymaen jai sheelal #general grievous #grievous #kaleesh #count dooku

[nonasuch]

here is a fun little star wars scenario that has been pinging around inside my head like a screensaver:

so let’s say there’s some very zealous, very low-ranking fresh young Imperial officer on duty the day they take the Senator from Alderaan into custody. 

and he is very very nervous because a) he’s been here for like a week and b) none of that week required him to be in a room with Darth Vader. which he now is. so he is trying to focus very very hard on Doing Everything Exactly According To Protocol, as a means of not focusing on the seven-foot evil wizard standing fifteen feet away.

and part of the protocol for processing new prisoners is to make a new file for them in the prisoner database, and enter all their biographical details and vital statistics and a gene sample and their known associates and the nature of their terrible crimes against the Empire and so on. which he does! very meticulously!

except the computer keeps throwing an error message. the stupid thing keeps beeping at him, this awful grating little noise that makes his shoulders ratchet up tighter and tighter every time it honks at him, and he can’t fix it and Darth Vader is right over there—

except oh god oh fuck the beeping noise must be annoying Darth Vader, too, because he’s coming over here and our poor junior officer is convinced he’s going to die before he even lives long enough to send his first paycheck home to his poor widowed mother —

he stammers out an apology. Vader just stares at him. he swears he’ll figure out the problem right away, sir, it’s probably a bug in the system, it’s just that for some silly reason it keeps saying this gene sample doesn’t match the one on file for the Senator so he can’t get her logged as a new prisoner just yet —

“Dismissed,” says Vader. the poor kid flees, gratefully.

Vader considers the matter. in fact, his underling was correct: the gene sample, which he saw taken through his very own helmet lenses, does not match the official record of Senator Leia Organa, heir to the throne of Alderaan. so: perhaps the sample on record was falsified. not impossible, but very, very difficult. and ordinarily a crime attempted by the lowly and desperate. he cannot see any need for it, in the daughter of a queen.

another possibility presents itself. Alderaan has no history of using royal doubles, as some worlds do. but Bail Organa has worked closely with royal houses where the practice is long-established. perhaps he was inspired. perhaps the girl they captured is not Leia Organa at all.

Vader runs the gene sample against the ship’s database. it is woefully incomplete, of course, containing only a fraction of the Empire’s billions of citizens: the ship’s own complement, a selection of known criminals and Rebels they might encounter, high-ranking officials whose identity must be confirmed should the Emperor require their presence. unlikely that this girl, whoever she is, would have a record here, or even a partial match—

the computer beeps at him. it’s a cheerful beep, this time, not the error message that stymied the junior officer. the computer reports that the gene sample is a partial match for Pooja Naberrie, the Senator from Naboo. they are, with eighty-nine percent probability, first cousins.

and Vader just. kind of stands there. for a minute.

when he goes to Leia’s cell, there’s no interrogation droid with him. he goes in. he shuts the door behind him. he stands there, silent, for frankly a worryingly long time, until Leia has run through her entire stockpile of  “how dare you, I’m a member of the Senate on a humanitarian mission” and “whatever you want, you can’t possibly think I would be of any help” and “well, if you’re going to interrogate me, get on with it already” and “are you even listening to me?” and  falls silent herself. 

Vader has been listening to her. he has also been listening to the Force, which seems to think that she’s not lying. obviously the humanitarian mission part is bullshit, that goes without saying. but the “I’m Senator Leia Organa” parts and the “I won’t help you” parts? yeah. he searched his feelings. he knows them to be true. the Force is singing in his head, bright and clear, in a way it hasn’t for nearly twenty years.

there’s still Tarkin to deal with, though. Vader turns and leaves the cell without a word.

Tarkin wants to blow up Alderaan. this is unacceptable, obviously, and Vader forbids it on the grounds that the Queen and the Viceroy possess vital intelligence, not disclosed to their daughter, that must be acquired. said intelligence being, not that he’s saying this out loud, how the fuck Bail got his hands on his daughter, and who else knows about it.

“the fate of the galaxy rests on it,” is what he does say out loud. from the way the Force harmonizes with his words, that might even be true.

so the Death Star just. parks there. in an incredibly threatening orbit around the planet. they issue a demand that the Organas surrender themselves, or else, but apparently the happy couple just left for a low-tech weekend retreat in the mountains, what awful timing, they’re sending someone to fetch them right away. Vader shuts himself up in his quarters, to seethe and watch the surveillance feed from Leia’s cell. he’s not really paying attention to much else. 

and it’s not like a random freighter getting tractored in for being an incredibly obvious smuggling vessel is the kind of thing you’d alert Darth Vader over, anyway. 

so he’s still sitting there, one great big thought filling up his whole entire head, watching Leia take a frustration nap, when her cell door opens. 

and a trooper comes in.

and the trooper takes off his helmet.

and he says, “I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you.”

(continued here)

#i have no idea what happens after that but it's definitely not the plot of star wars: a new hope #star wars #not fic

[burning-quesadilla]

Carth is cute when he's annoyed!

Bonus! My interpretation of what Carth is going through after that

(the background text says "WHY ISN'T HE LAUGHING WHAT AM I DOING WRONG QUESTIONING ALL MY LIFE DECISIONS" if you're curious)

This is fanart for @tathrin's amazing fanfiction You think a Mandalorian and a guy like me...? go read it it's fantastic!

#someday I will get an ipad and do background text that actually looks good but that is not this day #Carth #Canderous #ive been calling them cartherous in my files but idk what their actual ship name is #Cartherous #KOTOR #Quessie art #I said I would draw this several weeks ago and didnt get around to finishing these until today so so sorry #SW #Star Wars #also carth buddy i love you but you will end up strangled someday for your hair and face and that fucking jacket why do you look like that #fun fact of this is the main reason why it took me so long to draw this is bc i switched to a chibi esque style for a bit #(the first two drawings) #and then when I tried to switch back to normal to draw the rest of it I had forgotten how faces worked #so I had to work on that #long story short thats why my mom thinks I draw bearded babies in my free time

[d4yl1ghts]

stuck

mark sloan x shy, fem!reader

summary: you and mark get to know each other when you get stuck in an elevator

A/N- i feel like he would love star wars? but this gives me such katniss and peeta vibes

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You read the files that Doctor Shepherd had given you to take a look through because he thought his new patient may have some sort of problem with their heart and cardiology was your specialty. You were currently in the elevator, heading up to find an empty room to study your new case when the elevator suddenly came to a halt. Confusedly you glanced around and noticed Mark Sloan, the world’s number one man-whore was the only other person there.

He glanced up from his papers and made eye contact with you. “What happened?”, he questioned with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. This was the first time you’d heard him so nervous. “I think the elevator just broke.”, you sighed as the realisation just set in once you said it out loud. He huffed to himself. “Hopefully they’ll be able to fix it soon, I have a surgery in an hour.”, he stated, checking the time on his watch.

“Might as well get comfortable.”, he added as he fixed himself on the floor and placed his files beside him. You copied his actions and sat opposite him. “So, what case have you got there?”, he asked you, striking conversation. “Oh, just a new case Derek wanted me to check up on. What about you?”, you awkwardly asked as your cheeks blazed. “Just some boring charts of burn victims, I have to reconstruct their faces, arms and legs.”, he said. “Oh, lovely.”, you replied sarcastically.

You stared at the wall of the lift and zoned out into your own thoughts. It must have been around five minutes of silence before Mark started speaking again: “If we’re gonna be here for a while then we may as well get to know each other.”, he said, looking into your eyes. It wasn’t a bad idea, there was nothing else you could really do.

“Tell me three random facts about yourself. I’ll go first: I used to live in New York (I’m sure you’ve heard about that), my middle name is Everett and I love the Star Wars movies.”

“Uhm… this is actually hard to think about, hold on.”, you said, embarrassed. He chuckled slightly. “Okay, I hate posh restaurants, I also love the Star Wars movies and I have a pet cat named Jack.”

“Cool, why do you hate posh restaurants though?”, he questioned as he turned to you with amusement in his eyes. “They’re just so intimidating and I just generally don’t like the vibe of the, do you know what I mean? Also, they’re so overpriced like you could find some cosy place that sells nicer food for way cheaper.”, you said passionately. You did not like posh restaurants at all. “I get what you’re coming from to be honest. I always preferred a cute and little cafe opposed to a fancy restaurant.”, he reasoned.

“If I ever ask you out on a date, I guess I’ll know where to take you.”, he flirted which left your cheeks on fire, well that’s what it felt like anyway. “I’m not surprised everyone calls you a man-whore.”, you said as you ignored what he previously said. “That’s not my proudest nickname.”, he responded. “I want to change my nickname, I don’t want to be known as that anymore. I don’t want loads of hook-ups and flings, I want a real relationship.”

He gazed at you. “I swear we’re having a whole confession session here. Oh my God, it rhymed.”, he laughed to himself. You laughed along with him, he was pretty funny and cute. If you looked past his reputation, he was a nice guy.

After another fifteen minutes of talking and joking, firefighters had arrived and gotten the two of you out of the elevator. “Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out one day? Not in an elevator, of course.”, he asked you, almost anxiously as he awaited a response. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“I promise I won’t take you to a posh restaurant.”, he added as he walked away and charmingly smirked at you. You laughed to yourself and waved him off. “We can work out a date.”

#mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #mcsteamy #greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #greys abc #fem!reader

[achromant]

AND HERE WE ARE! My project for the gw2 'zine!

Featuring Baruhn, reflecting on his life so far, the challenges, the small sparks of joy, the horrors, loss and gain.

For clarification's sake; I did in fact plan to depict every stage of Baruhn's life, but uuh. File was already too big.

Might do a series of short comics (graphic novels?) though, because i fking love storytelling.

Let's look at my idiotic level of detail a bit, eh?

[Long Text Ahead]

Baruhn's story begins in the Plains of Ashford. An unsuccessful attempt to stem the tide of Ascalonian Ghosts leads to the demise of many year-long allies. Dozens of brave soldiers gave their life for a mere week of peace until the ghosts reformed. They always do. Soldiers don't.

Shaken in his faith in the Legions, the first seeds of doubt arise.

Until finally he found someone to trust with his pain. In a tavern at the edge of the Black Citadel, he gets to know this odd fellow, who is continuosly follow by the faint smell of sulfur. Although Baruhn knew where that path led, the warmth radiating from the old veteran in front of him was not only a physical, but an emotional one.

With the Three Legions busy with their internal quarrels, fighting over an empty promise, Baruhn took the first steps down a previously thought to be dark path.

Surprisingly, die Flame Legion was welcoming, their fires offered light and guidance, the embers igniting the skies like stars. Surely this was better than the cold metal over the Black Citadel.

Baruhn took to learning first, handling the small flames with ease after years of throwing fireballs at ghostly shapes. Then, he figured out how to teach, and that is where the real magic comes from. Nurturing a flame, protecting it from harsh winds, adding a bit of kindling and coal here and there. He even taught the more elusive ways of magic that wield smoke and ash.

Baruhn knew about the war, the countless lifes lost on the other side of the fence. But those were humans, and here he was among family.

That is, until he met Molly.

After a small recon mission that was assured not to be much of a hurdle, Baruhn found himself alone in a forest. The small fires he conjured for light and warmth only drew in the nearby villagers. Those with pitchforks and torches, with crude swords and a thirst for blood. He couldn't really bring himself to hate them, this was war after all. But at what cost are these battles to be won?

Trying to escape the villagers was a futile attempt. He sank to the ground, his own hot blood dousing the little flames beneath his weary head.

For some reason - maybe hope, maybe resignation - he forced open his heavy eyes, only to discover his wounds cleaned and bandaged with fragile white cloth. A small human girl, of all things in this damned forest, tried to help. Even in his weakened state, even with just one hand, Baruhn could have easily grabbed her and cracked her skull. But the only thing he did was listen. He listened to the ramblings of the small human, going on and on about faries made of leaves and gnomes of stone. She called him "bear".

When the villagers came, they saw the girl at his side. That was all it took for them to turn on her. She was to be executed like that beast that now slowly stepped in front of her. For the first time, Baruhn spoke to the girl. "close your eyes."

Fire roared, not red, not orange. not a warm, welcoming fire. Not one that belongs in a hearth, that thrives in the arms of a family. This was so much worse. This was years of inner conflict, of doubt, of closing his eyes on the other side of the fence. For the first time in his life, this was the only thing that he wanted to do, protect the little insignificant human behind him. Fire roared, and it burned wood and it burned flesh.

Baruhn picked up the little girl, she held tight to his horns, nestled in his mane. He ran for hours, years of military training finally useful. The little girl, Molly, lost her mother years ago. She burned in the fires of a war she tried to escape. "And your father? What about your family?", he asked between deep breaths. Molly was quiet for a while, then whispered, her voice barely audible, "My father burned today."

They stayed together, for quite a while. He protected her, and she, with her head full of stories, and a book full of dreams, protected him.

Things came, things went. Baruhn rejoined the High Legions, acting as a spy for Ash, keeping an eye on Iron and Blood.

Baruhn ultimately took on his role as Novice, then Archivist, then Commander. He helped during the struggles against Scarlet. A small flame here and there, some shrouding smoke, a well timed lightning strike. It was other people that finally defeated Scarlet, but he was always in the background, with all the small things at just the right time.

Mordremoth came, but with him new allies.

It was but a small tangent in the grand scheme of things. Watching the fragile sapling while waging war on the jungle itself.

Their relation was something more than friendship, something else than love. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Be it only to keep a flame burning or to banish the voices to the back of the head again, they walked the same path for a long time.

Tarir, the Egg. Aurene. A new flame entrusted to him, his to nurture, his to raise. A gamble, again. What if that little flame would some day devour the world? But Baruhn did, what he could do best. Teach.

Darker times came. Caudecus and the White Mantle. The raid on the Mursaat's prison. Then facing the last Mursaat himself.

Balthazar came, and in his wake a new kind of fire. A war, similar to the ones Baruhn had seen before, but still different. A war without a cause, war for war's sake. War against nature, against the world, like a child lashing out when there were none to help them up. Maybe Balthazar's flames were not too different from his.

After the festering swamp that Joko was, came the mountain, Kralkatorrik. Death was not a hindrance anymore, not for the Commander and his dragon. The story went as the story goes.

When it came to face the frost, the whispers, Jormag. Everything fell apart. Jormag pried into the deepest, darkest corners of Baruhn's life, dragged every doubt, small as it may have been, into the light. In the ice, every truth was warped, encased in whispers, in lies. It suffocated any hope and planted even darker seeds than anyone thought possible.

It was the spirit of the Raven that aided Baruhn. Even the black feathers of its wings were shimmering like rainbows in the moonlight.

A small piece stayed with him, just a fragment. Nevermore.

After that, the stars themselves. Astralaria.

So many stories that make a life, so many pieces. Every encounter, every step along the way is another fragment of the whole. People are made of other people, that is what it means to be alive.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #bit of a long read but nonetheless #thanks for reading <3 #furry art