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mad2001-4 · 1 year

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⚠️Trigger Warnings: Mentioned death of family, mention of blood and screaming, PTSD of event, argument ⚠️

Rian's sour moods were notorious around Starhawk, and was something even the rudest members attempted to tip toe around, lest they upset Stakar and Aleta's youngest biological child. Stakar even tried to be accommodating to his son's moods.

But skipping three days worth of shifts was something that the ravager admiral couldn't just let slide completely.

What made it difficult was Rian hadn't been seen anywhere, at least not long enough for Stakar to catch him. He'd be seen in the cafeteria but gone before Stakar could make it down himself, having miraculously slipped away before anyone could actually see, let alone catch where he went.

Stakar had had enough though and was currently stomping through the ship-- his own ship which only succeeded in pissing him off further-- to find his son. It seemed Rian was using all his childhood hidey-holes to his advantage, but he was running out of them. Which was either really bad for Stakar or really bad for Rian, and he'd be dammed if he was going to let it be the former situation. The admiral was climbing up the ladder to the higher decks to a spot he himself would sneak up to now and then as well, where his three oldest children's memorabilia was kept. Upon reaching the latch he pushed it up and open, eyes narrowed as he finally found Rian, tucked away on a little beanbag, cigarette between his lips, and Vic curled up next to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing up here boy?" he growled, climbing in further finally getting a good look at Rian. Heavy and obvious bags under his eyes and hair disheveled not even bothered to be pulled back in its usual low ponytail.

Rain groaned, leaning his head back, but pulled the cigarette from his mouth and releasing the drag of smoke into the air before he spoke, "Finally found me, old man?"

"Nows not the time to be making fun of me," Stakar growled, "what are you thinking, huh!? Skipping work? The hells the matter with you??"

"Great Anthos, can I not have time to myself when you're not breathing down my neck?? I mean cmon! Is it any wonder why I prefer being on mom's month cycle!?"

"If you like it there so much then why don't you just live there then?" Stakar spat.

"Because she fucking insists I come here to see you, moron!" Rian snapped back pulling his head up to fixate a glare on Stakar, "Because I'm not exactly given a choice!"

"Fine," Stakar huffed, unable to completely fight the notion knowing the first explanation was true, Aleta herself had said that, "What's so terrible about being here then?"

Rian scoffed incredulously, "You're kidding, right? Are you that delusional? Is dementia kicking in?"

"No," Stakar stated firmly, "I want you to tell me. What's so horrible about coming to see me? Huh? I do nothing but try to help you and take care of you and all you ever do is disrespect me over and over and over and I'm about sick of it."

"Right," Rian scoffed again taking in some of the cigarette once more, "because coming to yell at me for not taking care of your ship is soooooo flarkin' helpful. 10 out of 10 stars. Perfect parenting...." Rian sarcastically stated, "You wanna know why I haven't been working?" Rian asked before Stakar had a chance to retort, "Because I haven't slept in 3 days. So please, almighty, great, all knowing father, forgive me if dealing with you and your sorry ass, bitchy crew is not my priority."

Stakar grit his teeth, "Not sleeping sounds like a you problem, Rian. When you're here, you have work and you know that."

"Yeah," Rian snorted finishing his cigarette and immediately lighting another, "my nightmares are my own problem. Cause you'd do a real shitty job in comforting me. You know that?"

"You certainly never complained about it before," Stakar snarked back.

"What, when I was like 5? In case you haven't noticed, I'm 32 now, dad."

"Because you never trust me to help!" Stakar snapped exasperated, "How can I comfort you if you don't let me? You're a grown man, Rian!"

"Why in stars name, why would I let the man who is the reason I have these fucking nightmares in the first place comfort me?? What sense does that make!? I wake up feeling ill most of the time and it's all your fault!"

"You cannot and will not pin all this on me, Rian Ogord," Stakar warned.

"Then who else am I supposed to blame?" Rian demanded.

Stakar shook his head, "You're no innocent party."

Rian stared in shock a few moments, "...No i-innocent party?" he sputtered, "Are you serious!?"

"Why didn't you come home, try to contact someone. Maybe if you had, we could've been there soon enough to save them," Stakar insisted with a nod, "trusting a stranger to help you, putting yourself in danger. Never once contacting home. I'm not the only one at fault Rian. You aren't the only one that suffered."

"No. I just suffered the most," Rian growled, cutting Stskar off before he could speak once more, "you didn't have to stand there and listen to them dying dad! You didn't hear their screams, see their blood. They were screaming for you to save them, and I get to deal with that haunting noise, not you! Every. Fucking. Night. As for why I didn't call home, I was 15-years-old! I was barely a fucking teenager, I was still a kid! A scared kid! They told me they'd kill me too!! And I believed the people who were supposed to protect and love me had sent me and my siblings to our doom!! I thought that you sent me there to die!" Rian's voice grew louder and louder the longer his rant went on, tears down burning at his eyes as his shaky breaths just threatened to become more shallow. He leaned back into the beanbag seat, trying to gain some stability as Vic hopped up to his lap, headbutting his chest to try and soothe him. Rian eased in some kind of sign of defeat, not wanting to argue much further and spur on a legitimate panic attack.

Stakar stood numbed from all the emotions swirling within him, anger and guilt, directed at everyone possible, "...I never would've sent you kids if I knew it was going to be dangerous. I had sent you because I thought it was safe.." he said, admittedly unsure if it was an attempt to defend himself or comfort Rian. It earned a weak snort from his son regardless.

"Yeah. Now I know that. But a teenage kid didn't. You blame me for trusting a stranger too... yeah. I did. It seemed like he valued me. Took care of me. Did what my parents didn't... or so it seemed," he took a long drag of his cigarette, Vic still rubbing him even after he covered his face in his free hand.

"We both wo-"

"I'm not done," Rian growled, "I followed your fucking code despite it all. Hoping if I was good enough, maybe my parents would come save me or some shit. I'd thought I'd done something to make you send me away.."

Stakar sighed softly letting the silence rein for a little bit before moving to sit next to Rian, "I'm sorry we weren't there. We were told you all had died. We were grieving. We all suffered, Rian."

Rian took his turn to sigh, getting rid of his second cigarette in the ash tray, nodding a little bit, "I know you guys did, dad," he relented.

Stakar hesitated again before gently wrapping his arm around Rian. Much to the admiral's surprise, Rian leaned gently against his father, "We'll see you soon... that was the last thing you told all of us.." the son mumbled.

Stakar casted his gaze down, "Yeah... yeah it was," he murmured, resting his chin on top of Rain's head like he used to. Silence settled a bit longer before Stakar added softly, "Get some rest, junior," he hummed, "you'll feel better after. And I won't leave your side for anything in the galaxy."

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sunflowersupremes · 6 years

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The Starhawk and the Slave: Chapter 4

Yondu’s (accidental) rescue by the Ravagers.

Characters: Stakar Ogord, Aleta Ogord, Yondu Udonta, Martinex T'Naga, Mainframe (Marvel), Krugarr (Marvel), Charlie-27 (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Slavery, Torture, Rape, Abuse, child endangerment, Non Explicit, it’s all in the past, flashbacks in later chapters

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Aleta was alone.

She’d run off the rest of the stragglers - her ‘girls’ as Stakar so creatively called them - and sat in the darkness of the forgotten rec room she’d laid claim to years ago. She needed silence, which she was greatly enjoying until the door opened and Charlie ducked his head inside. “Permission to enter?”

“You’re already in, you know.”

He lumbered inside, sitting on the floor rather than testing out the durability of one of the chairs. It was probably for the best, they’d learned years ago that most chairs weren’t meant for someone of his size. Hauling a replacement down to the old rec room would just be annoying. “You’re brooding.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Aleta glared at him, breaking the silence again to ask, “Did my husband send you?”

“Is he your husband again? I lose track.”

He was. They’d re-renewed their vows as Charlie was more than aware. He’d been there for crying out loud. “You’re a dick.”

“I’ve always had it.” He patted his crotch with a grin.

The most frustrating thing about Charlie - in Aleta’s mind, most people considered it one of his better qualities - was his inability to be drawn into arguments. Bar fights, tussles with customers or clients, brawls among the crew, illegal street boxing - anything physical and violent you couldn’t keep him out of. But when it came to fights with words he refused to step up to the plate, no matter how much Aleta goaded him.

“Where’s Marty?” she huffed, pushing herself up, a bottle of whiskey swinging from her hand. The Pluvian she could fight with. He wasn’t as fun as Stakar - swing a fist at Martinex and he’d probably jump under a table (or you'd break your hand on his face) - but he would quite happily yell back if she pushed the right buttons.

“With Mainframe, working on something of Udonta’s.”

“Udonta?” It took a moment for Aleta to process what he was saying. “Is that the slave?” She took a swig from her drink and felt the burn as it slid down her throat. “Damn,” she muttered, mostly to herself, “he named it?”

“You do not like him.”

“My husband or his newest pet?”

Charlie laughed, swiping Aleta’s bottle from her and downing half of it in one gulp. “Both, I suppose.”

Aleta snatched her drink back from him, making sure to cuff him upside the head. “He’s already attached. We don’t need any more kids around.” They’d just die, after all. Charlie’s eyes saddened and he patted her shoulder, mindful of his strength for once. Aleta resisted the urge to shout at him for being stupid and sentimental. She was the one who’d brought up the kids after all.

Tara. Sita. John.

As little as Aleta and Stakar talked about them - or any part of their past - word got out. Stakar talked about them more than Aleta did, he claimed it helped. He even went so far as to suggest that she should try talking to someone sometime. But her method was to keep them in a small, private place near her heart, where they were hers alone, not his.

“Something bad’s going to happen,” Aleta vowed, gulping the rest of the bottle in one swig. “Something with that boy and it’s going to destroy him.” She paused, looking at the now empty bottle and wondering if it was worth finding another. “It’s going to destroy us all.”

“You’re being melodramatic.”

She probably was. But there was still a creeping suspicion in her chest that things Stakar loved never seemed to stick around for long.

Stakar hadn’t considered the logistics of someone never having touched food before, but thankfully the medic, Arc, had caught him before he could accidentally give him something to eat.

“He said his stomach’s hurting,” Stakar explained, feeling slightly put off by Arc’s horrified face. “I thought food would help.” Udonta hadn't said anything so much as he had pointed at his stomach when asked if anything was bothering him, but it was close enough.

“With all due respect, Captain, food is the last thing he needs.”

“That’s fair.”

Arc tilted his head and sighed, pulling at the blue fur on his fingers nervously. “I’ve given him a shot to get his organs working again - without being used for so long, his stomach has likely shut down - which is the cause of the pain.”

“They hurt because they shut down?”

“They hurt because he’s never used them before. The shot I gave him is waking them up.” Arc sighed and reached for something on the wall behind his desk. Stakar took the opportunity to spare a glance over his reading material, unsurprisingly, it was all on Centaurians. “Give him this,” he said, passing Stakar a cup. “It’s just water with a bit of nutrients. See how he takes it.” Something in Arc’s eyes said that he half expected Udonta to spit most of it back up.

Joy.

Stakar took the drink with a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Udonta was sitting up, looking around him with interest when Stakar entered his room, but as soon as he saw Stakar he slumped back, looking at the floor.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yuh.” At least he had managed to remember that word, even if it was the only word that Stakar had managed to teach him so far. It was a start, even if it was a slow one.

But Stakar wasn’t convinced that he was magically feeling better, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he sat beside Udonta’s cot, dropping the cup Arc had given him onto a table. “Are you lying?”

It was the kind of question he would have posed to one of his friends - Aleta, Mainframe, Krugarr, Charlie 27, or Martinex - he hadn’t considered the impact it would have on the mind of the fragile rescued slave.

He also hadn’t considered how quickly Udonta could move when he was frightened.

The Centaurian practically threw himself to the ground at Stakar’s feet, pushing his forehead to the floor and licking at the ground. It was just as he had done in the cell earlier - or was it the day before? Stakar hadn’t slept and had lost track of time - but this time, the captain’s feet were within reach. Before he could do process what was going on, Udonta was pressing frightened kisses to Stakar’s boots as well. When Stakar stepped back he flinched, clearly expecting a kick, and managed to whimper, “Sor-rey.”

Kneeling beside him, Stakar placed his hand on his shoulder and ignored his flinch. “Hey, kid. Look at me.” He waited until Udonta was able to lift his head and meet his eyes, then he reached out and gently stroked his forehead. “I’m not angry. I’m not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. I know you don’t understand. But please, try.”

“Tr-y,” he sounded out.

Stakar offered him an encouraging smile, wrapping an arm around Udonta’s frail shoulder and rubbing his back. “Let’s get you back into bed,” he said, pulling them both to their feet. Udonta leaned into Stakar, seeming to cling to the comfort of a gentle touch. Humoring him, Stakar settled himself on the bed beside Udonta, letting the other bask in the attention as he pointed to the cup. “That’s for you.”

Udonta tipped his head back, staring up at Stakar with confusion clearly written on his face. Stakar picked up the cup. “It’s a drink,” he explained. “Do you know what that is?”

There was a slight nod, and Stakar pressed the cup into Udonta’s hand, wrapping his fragile blue fingers around it and tapping his finger against the straw. “Suck.”

Udonta’s response to that word was instant, shrinking back from Stakar, his eyes darting to the other’s crotch, confusion and hurt in his eyes. “Not- no. Not that.” Trying hard not to think about what that reaction meant, Stakar took the cup and took a sip, then passed it back to Udonta. “Try it.”

He did as instructed, managing to get some of the liquid into his mouth. Immediately he grinned - just as toothy as the last time, but more genuine - and much of it spilled back out onto his shirt.

Stakar made a point of laughing, hoping that Udonta wouldn’t panic over the spilled liquid. “Good. Very good.” Udonta blinked up at him, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Do you like it?”

The Centaurian paused from licking his lips long enough to say, “Yuh.” He took another sip, managing to swallow most of it that time, and Stakar patted his shoulder. To his surprise - and glee - Udonta was more than happy to lean back against him as he continued sipping on the drink and Stakar checked in on his crew through his comm.

Author’s Notes:

I’m doing Camp NaNo this month with one of my own stories so updates will be slow. I’m still counting my fics as word count though because I can and I want to. I MAKE THE RULES. Plus if I write about my characters 24/7 I’ll be fed up with them pretty quick.

I KEEP WANTING TO CALL HIM YONDU AND IT TRIPS ME UP EVERY TIME I CALL HIM UDONTA. I promise he’ll get his first name soon. For the sake of my sanity. Also for the sake of my spell check with thinks, I'm writing a story about Udon Noodles.

Also, FYI, I’m making up tons of medical shit as I go. Yondu’s an alien so I doubt WebMD is gonna be much help anyway.

Don’t worry, Aleta will come around. I just wanted to info dump some of their past and she wanted to whine and also fight everyone. Mostly Stakar. She’s definitely going to fight Stakar. Ravagers don’t have a concept of “domestic violence” so I’m tempted to add that to the story’s trigger tags???

And I'm continuing my joke/headcanon about Stakar and Aleta having numerous divorces because no one stopped me.

#stakar ogord #yondu #martinex #charlie 27 #krugarr #mainframe #aleta ogord #guardians of the galaxy #ravagers #marvel cinematic universe #fan fic #fan fiction #ao3 #my writing #series: The Starhawk and The Slave

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silverspidertm2 · 7 years

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Ravager Code Headcanon

The reason why Ravagers have a rule about dealing with kids isn’t because they’re warm and fuzzy. It’s because Stakar and Aleta Ogord have lost all three of theirs (Tara, Sita, and John) and couldn’t bear to inflict that upon anyone else, no matter how ruthless they were. It’s also why we see them separately until the very end of the movie. However their children died, they couldn’t bear to be together for a long time because they remind each other of what they lost.

Yes, I’ve been reading original comic book character bios for a fanfic. I dislike many aspects of Stakar and Aleta’s original back stories, but this headcanon somehow stuck.

#guardians of the galaxy #stakar ogord #aleta ogord #headcanon

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thisdayincomics · 7 years

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June 17

A male child was born to the superheroes Quasar and Kismet. Just as soon as he was born on the planet Vesper, he was kidnapped and deposited on the planet Arcturus IV. The baby was discovered by an Arcturian couple who were among the last of their planet's mutants; for much of his life, Stakar would believe that these mutants were his birth parents. The mutants were found and slain by the Reavers of Arcturus, Arcturian military cadres dedicated to eradicating the mutants of their race. The Reaver Ogord discovered the infant and, assuming him to be a normal Arcturian, adopted the child and raised him as his own with his wife Salaan, naming the boy Stakar. Stakar cultivated an interest in science and archaeology and explored ruins containing the Hawk God. He and his adoptive sister Aleta Ogord reanimated the dormant deity and were physically transformed. They took turns occupying the same physical space, while the other stayed in a type of "limbo". They were given extraordinary power and left Arcturus IV for the stars; when dominant, Stakar adopted the costumed identity of Starhawk. Developing romantic feelings for one another, Stakar and Aleta petitioned the Hawk God to temporarily separate them. During this time, they had three children together: Sita, John and Tara. As an adventurer and protector, Starhawk revealed himself to the Guardians of the Galaxy and the Defenders in the year 3014. He first appeared in cameo in Defenders #27 (June 17, 1975). He aided them in overthrowing the Badoon occupation of Earth. Starhawk joined the Guardians of the Galaxy in a space mission, and helped defeat the Topographical Man. It is later revealed he manipulated events to bring the Guardians together; for example, when Charlie-27 teleported from Jupiter to escape the Badoon, Starhawk caused him to be transported to Pluto where he met Martinex.

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