#veti talks

[halevetica]

Hey guys, I'm sorry I've been MIA. I lost my 13 year old dog a few days ago out of the blue. I've had him since he was 6 weeks old. He was my everything. It's been really hard. My other dog is not taking it well either. I've been taking some time to try to navigate life without him. It's very difficult and I've never felt so empty. I will do my best to get some editing done so I can update for you guys.

Here is a picture of my sweet boy, Loki.

#veti talks #personal #life update

[figurativepieceoftrash]

Can I ask why you hate Vacation? Don't have to share if you don't want to, I'm just curious.

I wrote Vacation specifically to appeal to fandom trends and create something popular. I noticed that bnha readers tended to gravitate towards ridiculous, non-constructive, low-stakes crack fic with fandom humor, which I personally dislike reading/writing and find quite boring, and decided to attempt regardless bc my work never achieves the kind of engagement I want and I thought the dopamine hits would be fulfilling

Initially the insane stats were really nice! I got maybe thirty comments in the first day of posting (INSANE for my work) and a higher kudos to chapter ratio than I knew what to do with. Big fandom names who had never engaged with my work before were leaving stellar reviews, and I finally felt like something I'd written had a chance of going viral. The only issue was that I felt absolutely nothing for the story I was writing and in many cases outright despised the tropes I'd engaged with

I hate the badass Inko trope, the clueless, incompetent dfo trope, the genius Midoriya Izuku trope, fandomized dadmight, etc. etc. etc. the list goes on, but I'd realized that each of these tropes enable a fic to perform better despite how inherently reductive they tend to be. Which would be fine except that it led me to despise the way I'd portrayed characters I know I'm perfectly capable of liking in the right depictions and thus absolutely loathe writing them

Beyond this crack fic is. Just absolutely, monumentally, most definitely, infinitely and forever Not My Thing™️. Fandom humor relies on warping the characters involved in ways I feel are reductive and sticking them in situations they'd never realistically be in for the sake of a type of tongue in cheek "haha isn't [character a] so smart and wisecracking and [character b] so incompetent?" farce that just in no way appeals to me. Call me a fun killer, but I've always hated ooc comedy imagines and characterizations (the Izuku stealing a dead nighteye's merch/merch hoarding in general, Uraraka being a money-grubbing mizor, Aizawa loving cats/constantly adopting kids, Izuku is snappy and sarcastic and dfo doesn't impact him at all he says so what, etc. etc. I'm sure you can think of many more), incorrect quotes blogs, big bnha blog joke aus taken as canon, etc.

I tend to prefer comedies like Arrested Development, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and Curb Your Enthusiasm where the humor arises naturally from the characters being the way they were designed to be in natural situations rather than like,,, warped funhouse mirror versions of characters losing or gaining a skull's worth of braincells to adhere to ooc characterizations the fandom collectively deems as funny on some arbitrary, indiscernible basis. I get fandom humor it just doesn't amuse me at all, and honestly I've blocked way too many bnha blogs for constantly shoving it in my face. No hate, it's preference, I just really prefer not to engage with it

Vacation was me shilling out my values and preferences to be popular and it didn't even perform as well as it could've to boot. Frankly writing it was really tiresome and unfun for me and I personally don't vibe with the brand of humor it has at all. It was a slog from start to finish and it was only two chapters long

I'm definitely not judging anyone who likes it, but it probably isn't something I'll ever revisit unless I'm in a REALLY bad place mentally and need writing validation lol

#sorry if this was tmi or came across as negative #I answered as honestly as I could and I'm a vety opinionated person #trash talking #ask tag

[dare-g]

Reading my 100th book of the year and I feel pretty good about it

#a mile stone i haven't broke in any recent years that ive counted #i may have when i eas younger and in school vety likely #but i dint expect to get this far like my goal was 80 cause i hit 72 last year and it seemed reasonable but i didnt think id hit 100 #which i always kinda had a far off dream of doing but i didnt thibk i would #anyway making the book a Steinbeck one cause i love him #talks

[witchwhaat]

feeling like hitting my head against the wall

#migraines i gate you fr #weatherslightly changed and suddenky im dizzy and sick and head hurts like excuse me vety much wtf #i see the typos but xan't bother to correct them sorry #agnes talking

[illusionofwriting]

a fourth of the way through my camp nano project!! a bit behind but that's okay! had a great writing session just now! wrote an entire day's worth of words for a normal 50k nano so im feeling very accomplished

#my goal is 20k and i'm just over 5k atm #which means the project as a whole is around 18k!! bc i already had almost 13k pre april #also might have severely mis-evaluated how many words i've written since i've been doing it all by hand since camp nano started #also WOW is it rly 18k that's unreal. #it's doing its best to grow into the 70k masterpiece i imagine it to be in my head #vety unclear how many words i want it to be though #i think it should be at least over 40k. if it's not at the end i'll edit it until it is. #maybe 50k? seems reasonable. #the problem is im terrible at plot so. it's hard. to rack up words. #i can do introspective angst no problem but then things have to happen....... im sorry excuse me what #twin stars #my posts #ohhhhh actually im at the midpoint turn rn so logically. it should be about the same amount left. #but then there are scenes i know i've skipped so they need to be added too #and they're approximately quite a big bit of it so. #i've got hope that it'll turn out fine and long enough. #but after all this is my write non-chronologically skip to the scenes you want experimentation project so i think that's a good sign #i do have the big strokes so writing the pivotal scenes so they exist and then filling in the rest of the story makes sense to me i think #i also rly wanna finish the first draft so i get to edit this!! #have i talked about this already? #idk! #but im very excited over it!

[hamarhemmo]

Precisely none of you care but it's Vappu and most of you probably don't know what it is. So let me share some Finnish culture with you guys.

Basically Vappu is a holiday in a few countries but I'm specifically talking about Finnish Vappu. It's basically a mix of May Day and Labour Day and it's one of the biggest holidays in Finland (right after Christmas, Easter and Juhannus). Some people actually call Vappu "Työväenpäivä" which is Finnish for "Workers' Day".

Some Vappu traditions include:

Drinking sima (a type of mead, alcoholic or not)

Wearing graduation caps or overalls

Eating tippaleipä and metrilaku (types of sweets)

Dressing up in costumes

Going to Vapputori (more on that in a bit)

Decorating your house with balloons and serpentine

Buying a Vappupallo (Vappu balloon)

Vappu march for cool leftist girlies

Listening to workers' songs (this may be just my family)

Basically the biggest thing about Vappu is Vapputori (Vappu market). Basically they put up a market in the center of the city and they sell hand-crafted items, metrilaku ("meter liquorice"), doughnuts, and random cheap crap that is probably illegal to sell.

It doesn't usually look this nice because it's always raining on Vappu, but this is what it basically looks like.

Also these are metrilaku, Vappu doughnuts, sima and tippaleipä.

And in my family at least, we eat some slightly fancier food on Vappu. This year we had reindeer, smetana and some dessert by my aunt. It doesn't look vety good but it tastes great.

Also to end this post, my dad told me to link Warszawianka, the workers' song, for you guys:

Happy Vappu / May Day to those who celebrate!

#vappu #may day #labor day #finland #finnish #suomi #suomipaskaa #vittu #saatana #perkele #Youtube #marxism #communism #leftism #international workers day

[fannyyann]

I’m not disagreeing or judging or anything, I’m just curious why you say that if you don’t like connor, you can’t like mattdrai?

i mean, people obviously can and DO like it without liking connor, but more often than not, people who don't like connor underplay his very obvious and important friendship with leon, and it ends up with leon not having a support system in edmonton, or connor not thinking matthew's good enough for leon in a way that completely disregards the fact that connor and matthew are friendly from training at gary's, and imo that changes the whole vibe

also, not only has matthew had a big huge hockey crush on connor since before either of them were drafted, but he's the only oiler matthew ever acknowledges, and has only started talking about him more now that he's in florida, and if that facet of who matthew is gets disregarded we miss out on matthew's initial interactions with leon consisting of the vety important "yeah, you're good, but you're not connor mcdavid" vibe that they should have imo

#matthew asks #connor is very important to me and to leon and to matthew's gay hockey brain #and i wish people would accept this but i obviously can't make them and they can write what they want and i'll most likely still read it!!

[aconitely]

i like how that was like three posts below veti talking about getting drunk on my dash

#dash com #vetiaverred #milk beer milk beer milk beer milk beer

[noro-noro-noro]

got out of the hwbiy f writing drrams down again

- vety large scale school trip to wnother city wr stayed multiple nights

- right vefore I left I was playing a video game or something whereit was just basically like run aroune outside in hyperrealistic forest. I started getting mysterious messages in a chat box of someone who seemed to know me and was trying to hint who they were with insife hokes from several years ago but I was juetlike well you seem nice ... ? okay k gotta go. and they revealed they eereone of my old dickhead roommates now in therapy and wanting to reconnect. and I was like what. oh. well .. sure. I guess.

- at the trip there was a huge srea taken over by students (?) and there was some kind of dance competition in an underground area. I'd dress up and hide my face and be trally good at it and had gained some fame as my alter ego dressed in all black with steel soles and never speaking. there was a guy (rees ?) that kept following me around & eventually he figured it out. there was a competition entry right before mine that started some kind of romantic minute duet but then ??? we all had to go

- we drove up away now daytime across a lake (dropped off prospective pair couple) and then up a bit of a risge to drop off another couple to a house that's just been built something felt wrong. off. Iturned to the guynwoth authority - he wasn't more than 5 years older than us and I said hey we need to gom somethings wrong. he agreed and we turned back

- it got dark. I could occasionally see glimpses inder the water like when you clip your camera out of bounds. there were sunken areas, sure, leftover from the big entertainment corpo that used to be here that the guy worked at, but there were things that were alive and malicious too. it wasn't safe. they were comint out of the water. like zombies that had adapted into sharks. like hilichurls from gbshin lmao. and there was widespread panic as other people started to be torn apartob the road. there was a kid in tears with a sniper rifle trying to take out everyone that approached but he got hit over the head and they descrmded on him. so we ran him over to make it quick.

- my teeth started falling out on the return. I dropped one of my molars anr it bounced down the aisle.

- upon our return to our previous camp area we all flooded in and tried to find places to hide or other such things and closed the doors behind us. we sat in quiet misery in rooms the size of cargo shipping containers until this one girl I went to studio with Anna S said ",god could someone finish romantic minuet from earlier I just want tosee it done"

- I knew this was related to the zombie and other thiny attack but I couldn't start dancing by myself otherwise dispelling them wouldnt work, so I volunteered, knowinf my slter ego woulr be revealed. Anna turned into rodya limbus during the dance. I did great. suddenly Kiryu setsuna was also there (long hair, not insane). and he said to gimself ahh, you've one. I concede. i need to go. but I wanted to talk to him before he left. ohmw was also here and I went to talk to Kiryu but the height diff was ridiculous. then I woke up bc I was worried I overslept

#dreams

[halevetica]

Okay, I've had the itch to write a Sterek magic academy au ever since I saw Wednesday, but I have so many other ideas I should write first... what do I do??

#sterek #magic academy #magic school au #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #veti talks #writing ideas

[genshinpactyeet]

People talking about the anemo archon

Camera: slowly focusing on veti

#genshin impact #genshin venti

[happy-tori-friends]

mascot notes (i used precure mascots and jewelpets [sanrio supports genocide which i shouldnt have 2 explain Why That's Bad, but im simply using them references for if/when i draw or design them] for references. maybe i'll add pokemon like fennekin or buneary later)

lifty and shifty share a mascot and are a duo at the start because theyre together when they meet the mascot - maybe other characters will also share a mascot and be a team at the start but i've only really thought about the mains. i also didn't want to use the same animal as their htf counterpart so i kinda started winging it

so far...

lifty and shifty's mascot will be a fox, bc foxes are often associated with slyness and cunningness. au where they're tom nook and redd's adoptive sons and after their dad's divorced- i'm joking i'm joking. i've contemplated naming him lucky, but who knows if i'll stick with that. dont have any real personality notes though, but obviously he's willing to bribe them.

splendid's mascot will be a dog. specifically a dig with longer floppy ears. i dont know why, but him with a puppy resonated with me i also really miss my beloved hershey, and just having a pet in general. while they dont have a name or a gender yet, i'm imaging them to be a very loyal type who cheers everyone on and, when there's no fighting evil to be done, loves to play. if i go the high school route (or maybe even college route...) they are vety bad about accidentally causing disruptions and everything thinks that the stress of being a model student is making splendid lose his mind.

with splendont and flippy, i just chose animals i liked and are popular for cute magical animal characters. splendont is getting a kitty. personality-wise i'm not sure what i'll go for. maybe a stubborn and impulsive type that tends to push his buttons. or a graceful and calculated cat that is stoic and cold at first but shows a true warm heart as they grow close to others. the forner would have a lot of arguing, the latter would let them both bond over being similar, as well as let splendont show a slightly less confident kitty that they are worthy and kind despite taking time to warm up to others, that they aren't alone.

for flippy i chose a bunny bc i like bnunies. hippity hoppity. this bunny i think would be the most gentle, caring sweetheart ever - but if you hurt their fruends, they'll stop at nothing to get revenge. maybe a sad backstory with a friend dying due to the big bad, and wanting to help to stop the villains as an act of revenge, despite knowing it wont bring back their friend. thus would strengthen flippy's resolve as a hero - fliqpy was the one that wanted to do it for the most part, and flippy was nervous about it (canonically he Did join the army [though he probably wouldn't have in this au] but i think weird magical shenanigans are a lil more concerning bc a talking rabbit comes out of nowhere and tells you to magically transform and fight monsters, and while you do want to help and save people and fight for whats right, this weird magical business is weird and comcerning) especially because bunny seems so sweet and kind. fliqpy thinks revenge seeking is cool and as long as he gets to keep beating up monsters, he'll help bunny avenge their friend.

next i gotta think of transformation trinkets... probably a watch like the yes precure 5 bc im basic. (im not a yes 5 fan but. i read what happened at the end otona precure and 🫤 i. i uh dont like that. at least i didnt get invested, like the devil is a part timer... but i'll stop rambling about uncomfy endings. this a blog for the 'cute animals die gruesomely every episode' show)

#tori talks #magical warrior au #givin that a tag yeehaw

[veterinariaitagua]

[giancarlonicoli]

20 set 2023 20:07

“IN ITALIA UNO COME DAVID LETTERMAN NON C'È PERCHÉ IL GIOCO TELEVISIVO È TRUCCATO” – DANIELE LUTTAZZI AZZANNA ALDO GRASSO CHE SI È CHIESTO: “PERCHÉ IN ITALIA NON C'È MAI STATO UNO COME DAVID LETTERMAN?” – IL COMICO: “LA RISPOSTA IMBARAZZANTE È CHE UN PROGRAMMA COSÌ C'ERA ECCOME, SI CHIAMAVA ‘SATYRICON’, EBBE UN SUCCESSO ENORME, MA FU CHIUSO DOPO APPENA 12 PUNTATE IN SEGUITO ALL'EDITTO BULGARO DI BERLUSCONI. E DIMOSTRA CHE LA NOSTRA TV, MOSCA COCCHIERA DELLE CAMARILLE POLITICHE, NON SI PUÒ PERMETTERE UN LETTERMAN…” -

Estratto dell'articolo di Daniele Luttazzi per “il Fatto Quotidiano”

Tanto vale cominciare col noto critico tv di un famigerato giornalone, nonché prof alla Cattolica, che un tempo definisce “insulti” le battute satiriche di Decameron (giudicate da soli: t.ly/7nzUG). Sky sta trasmettendo la docu-serie The Story of Late Night, che ripercorre i momenti salienti del talk show notturno statunitense, genere televisivo che quel critico tv riassume così: “Un comico rilegge in maniera satirica le notizie più importanti della giornata, nei suoi monologhi trasmettere una presa di posizione politica. Poi ci sono ospiti illustri, si ascolta buona musica, si ride”.

Ma per l'ennesima volta il noto critico tv scrive: “Quante volte ci siamo posti la domanda: perché in Italia non c'è mai stato uno come David Letterman?”. E per l'ennesima volta evita di rispondere, perché la risposta imbarazzante è che un programma così c'era eccome, Si chiamava Satyricon, ebbe un successo enorme, ma fu chiuso dopo appena 12 puntate in seguito all'editto bulgaro di Berlusconi.

L'autore e conduttore di quel programma dimostrò sulla sua pelle che in Italia “uno come David Letterman” non c'è perché la tv italiana, da sempre mosca cocchiera delle camarille politiche e dei loro veti incrociati, non se lo può permettere. Tanto che, quando si entra in argomento, i giorni, che sono una delle tante espressioni di quelle camarille, scelgono di non parlarne: anni fa un blog si divertiva a elencare i casi di “bulgarite”, la peculiare forma di amnesia che colpiva i giornalisti di Repubblica quando, nel citare l'editto bulgaro, evitavano selettivamente di nominare il fumetto dei tre, sostituendolo con altri (“Biagi, Santoro e Fazio”, “Biagi, Santoro e Guzzanti”, “Biagi, Santoro e Travaglio”) finché il morbo divenne talmente grave da interferire con la capacità di completare la terna con un nome qualsiasi, e arrivarono a scrivere dell'editto bulgaro “contro Biagi e Santoro”.

Se proprio costretti a nominare quel comico, i media complici optano per la denigrazione (“insulta, è volgare, plagia, evade le tasse”), poiché diffamare la vittima del sopruso di un potente assolve il potente dal sopruso; ed è, fra i mestieri infami, dei più redditizi. “Uno come David Letterman” è talmente scomodo in Italia (il problema, infatti, è solo italiano: talk show alla Letterman vanno in onda in tutto il mondo libero) che qua i conduttori scelti per le “pallide imitazioni” di quel talk show non sono mai stand up satirici, come negli Usa, ma intrattenitori, giornalisti e deejay, che non sono la stessa cosa.

Ne è un esempio la versione al bromuro di Satyricon, e cioè Che tempo che fa, che ne prese il posto dopo la cancellazione coatta: anodino al punto che la Rai di ogni colore ha potuto trasmetterlo tranquillamente per 20 anni di seguito.

“Uno come David Letterman” è talmente scomodo in Italia che, se viene contattato per un programma, come prima cosa l'emittente gli chiede di firmare un contratto che li autorizza a tagliare i contenuti satirici che non approvano; ma la satira o è libera, o non è. E quando il comico propone la soluzione che garantisce a entrambe le parti l'esercizio delle rispettive libertà costituzionali (fare l'editore, fare satira), e cioè metter un riquadro nero con la scritta “materiale satirico giudicato non idoneo alla messa in onda” al posto delle parti censurate, col cazzo che accettano.

“Uno come David Letterman” in Italia non c'è perché il gioco è truccato. E questo, a quanto pare, sta bene a tutti, prof della Cattolica compresi.

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter Thirteen - Big Picture (Sneak Peak)

20 BBY Capital of Roche

"R3, talk to me," I lunge off the rooftop and hit the other one rolling. I've cleared a second street and I'm hurting. The bolt that pierced my shoulder armor a few blocks back stings, but I keep moving. I can fire one handed.

Another map pings up. The droids are moving toward the last bridge. It looks like that tactical droid is planning to cut us off.

The chatter in my ears tells me it's working. Fang Company has heavy casualties. Addie is doing everything he can to reduce the impact on the civilians, but they're getting spread thin. We have to put an end to this.

I pant and crouch on the edge of the roof. Shading my eyes I can see the tanks moving down the street. They've got a couple of squads on them, so I jump down, land hard, and bust in a window with my elbow. Someone hidden inside screams. I clamber through and put a finger to my helmet.

A quick glance around tells me enough. One kid. Two dead parents. Poor thing. I walk over to where a little girl is curled up under a table and crouch down.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here to help."

The little girl is mortified. She stares at my faceless helmet and I'm not sure she can tell me from a droid.

I pull it off, wincing, and she blinks as if realizing I'm human. Her hands stick out. She's probably no older than ten. "Where's my mommy?"

I don't know if I should offer to hold her or not. I don't really have time, but I have to make sure she's safe. I glance around. She's hiding well under this table, but if the droids bust back in here and she screams again—

Her hands no longer reach for me. She's looking at my helmet and trying to figure out how it works. Clearly she's a bright kid, just scared out of her mind. She's distracting herself from everything outside.

I push the helmet toward her and route chatter to my comm before muting it. Wouldn't want her to hear the desperation of the outside world right now. "Hold onto this for me, okay? Keep it safe, and don't make a sound. I'll get it when I come back."

She nods and curls back up. I stand up and grab a blanket. "Here," I drape it over the table so it obscured her from vision. She won't see the corpses this way. Poking my head under, she looks up, still shaking.

"Have you ever played forts?" I ask. Maybe that's a silly question. She's a normal kid.

"Hide and seek?" she offers.

"Sure," I manage a smile. "You hide, I'll seek."

That gets the mildest giggle out of her. "But you already found me, mister."

"Well hide here, and I'll pretend I don't know," I say.

She nods rapidly and wraps her limbs around my helmet. I head out.

It's a massacre in the streets. There's white plastoid everywhere and civilians too. I swallow bile and keep moving in the alleys, crouching behind walls, and finally I can see the main body of them. Fang Company, or what's left of it, is holding them back on the north and south. According to the map on my wrist comm, the tactical droid has to be here.

I know I'm supposed to bring the droid in, but I'd like to smash its head to smithereens.

Crouching low in another alley, I take stock of what I have. Low on ammo, low on grenades. I can't get through an army alone.

A deeply tanned face with white stripes appears in a window beside me and I almost curse aloud.

It's a man, older than me. He looks side to side, and then opens the door near the window that leads into the alley I'm hunkered down in. He ushers me inside. I follow and the door slams shut behind me.

"Your men are pinned down," he murmurs in a heavy accent. "We have seen them being slaughtered."

"I know," I try not to scoff in his face. I don't want to think about this.

There's others with him in the room. Men, women, all older, but not old. Some of them grip weapons. My eyes lock onto one woman's rifle. I pull away from the man who invited me in.

"Can I have that?"

"Veti," the man behind me nods.

Veti, the woman, holds it out. I pick it up. It's crude, a civilian weapon, but it's got ammo. And a very nice anti armor attachment on it.

"You should all stay here. Stay safe," I say.

"No!" A man in the back stands up.

"Jo'r."

"No!" Jo'r shouts again. He shoves forward. He's younger. "I want to fight. I want to see those droids burnt to slag!"

I step in front of him and put out my hand. His deep black eyes lock with mine and I give him a warning look. "Fighting gets you nowhere but in a shallow grave. Stay here, stay with your family, and stay alive."

Jo'r looks past me at the elderly man. He nods.

"Let the soldier handle this, Jo'r."

"Don't be a martyr," I whisper. Jo'r hangs his head and I leave him be. "Thank you," I tell Veti as I head to the door. I'll have to prop it on my good shoulder but now I should be able to get a clear shot at the tanks.

Outside again, and with some difficulty, I make it onto the next roof. I stretch out and set the rifle against my right shoulder and stare down the sights. I tap my wrist comm.

"Captain, can you read me?"

"We're getting slaughtered over here, Kian. Any wise insights to end this?"

"Sorry, sir. Working on it. The droids went after the civvies."

"I know. Where are you now?"

"Staring at your shebs, sir. I can see why the ladies like you.."

"Well don't blow off my best feature."

I chuckle. The humor is our defiance in the face of death. "Hold out a little longer, if you can." I try to keep the sadness out of my voice. I know we're all rather used to this by now. Enough to quip and joke about it, but I still can't stand to think of all the armor tags that will come back without a body.

"Copy that." Addi's communication fizzles out and I'm left alone. Me and the tinnies.

I sight up the head tank facing north and load up a shot. The tank creeps forward and right into range. I fire.

The anti armor round sears the hull and the air shakes as the tank explodes, spitting shrapnel everywhere. I grin to myself, sight up another, and take them out one by one. Like picking off fish caught in a barrel.

"One down," Addie says over the comms. I finish sighting up the last tank before seeing the square head poking out of it. There you are.

"Captain, can you and your men handle the rest?" I ask.

"Without their tanks? They're scrap."

"Got it. I'm going in to retrieve my target."

I drop the rifle, pick up my decee and drop back down into the street. Republic troops come charging into the droids. I charge forward, running between the shrapnel and making my beeline for the last tank. A couple of troopers climb up onto it and plant sticky bombs on the turret.

"You can't do that!" shouts a droid.

"Halt!" cries the tactical droid.

The turret blasts in half. I use the smoky cover to clamber up the sides and stand atop the tank. I lower my decee at the tactical droid's blank pinched face.

"Surrender," I tell him.

"You can not do this. This is an outrage!" It tries waving it's tinny arms in a futile protest.

I squat down and grip the head with my good hand. This thing has no way to know I'm out of shots. With one clean jerk, I rip the head off and the droid goes limp, falling back into the tank.

"Someone throw me a grenade!" I yell.

An unprimed detonator gets tossed up. I snag it, prime it, and lob it right back down into the tank before sliding off it and hitting the ground with my prize in hand.

The tank goes up in flames.

"Kian!" Addie waves me down. I look over at him, but glance back at the streets. "Hold on sir," I say.

"Kian, we need to get–"

"I know." I turn and toss him the droid head. "I'll be right back." I don't wait for further questions, or comments, I just leave them with the intel, and head back down the street.

#

4 BBY Techno Union Factory

"Battle droids, sir."

I about slam my fist against the wall. "Course it's kriffing battle droids!"

This was supposed to be a simple mission. Hunt down the Jedi Knight and somehow avoid stepping on the Inquisition's toes. Or well, in my case, step on all of them and see how many break.

But this abandoned foundry was not supposed to be filled with battle droids. We've already found plenty of signs of life, though. For a planet ravaged by deadly bio disease, someone's making a clear living out here.

R3 beeps from my side. I look down at him.

"What?"

He wants to find the control panel. I wave him to it. "Go on."

"Sir," Dross looks at me. "Can we hold up against Battle droids?"

"They're just tin cans, Dross. We'll be fine." My lips curl. "Now c'mon, we have droids to scrap."

Zur follows, as does Jay. I can tell they're all timid. I'm not scared, just kriffing angry. And I thought those droids were done for after the war.

I can see them. Sand colored B1's marching right out of their holding units. I reach for my blaster.

They stop.

"Uh, sir? Is that normal?"

I take a step forward. Maybe they don't see us. Maybe they're just plain dumb. Not one of them so much as flinches.

"Can we just...walk past them?" Zur continues.

Blaster ready, I walk up to them. They don't move. I could shoot one in the head right now if I so wanted. I certainly want to.

"They're decom," Dross confirms. "R3 got into their programming, it looks like. We're clear to move ahead."

R3 trundles happily into the hall. I give him a side eye. "You'd better not turn those things on us, or I will turn you into slag," I hiss as he passes.

R3 beeps mischievously. I hate that droid sometimes. But I admit, he's a solid team member.

I glance at the battle droids as we pass. They don't belong in this day and age anymore. That war is over, but the fight isn't done.

I focus on the hall and lead my team down it. Greater threats wait for us. I scowl and let the hatred boil back into my veins like adrenaline. You can't hide, Jedi.

New Chapter coming on Wattpad and AO3 tomorrow!

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[randoreviews]

PRE-FIGHT TALK

     Two men walk from opposite directions into a press conference and sit down. One has a dragon tattoo on his neck, peeking out over the collar of his black luxury suit, and the other has a series of X’s and crosses over different parts of his visible body that don’t appear welcoming. They pick up their microphones and rustle the jewelry they’re wearing so it’s situated properly on the wrist. One has a pair of sunglasses on, not ones you’d get from a pharmacy, and the other just a cold stare.       A reporter stands up: “Hey guys, super excited for this fight. Stylistically you guys are very similar, two stand up and bang kind of fighters, how do you see it playing out?”       The man with the dragon tattoo speaks into the mic. “I see it playing out very logically and academically, inside one round I will eat this man’s intestines.”       The other man continues to sit there with the same cold stare.       “I will eat his intestines and kill him and end his career.”       Reporter: “Strong words. Jiri, what do you say to this man’s threat that he’s gonna eat your intestines. Any thoughts?”      The man called Jiri with the crosses and X’s considers this for a moment and speaks. “He ees weak. I snap heem like a crackyer. I eat him before he eat me. I snap heem and eet heem like toe-ma-toe soup. You undastand?”       “Bro, fuck you right now, fucking calling me tomato soup, bro? I ain’t no fucking soup. If I’m a tomato soup then you’re like some fucking weak-ass borscht.”      “Fuck you! You not talk bad about borscht!”       Leans into the mic, looking out over his sunglasses. “Fucking weak-ass, been-in-the-fridge-for-two-weeks, lame-ass borscht.”      Jiri lunges across the row but the company boss intervenes and pushes them away with the help of steroids and a gangster’s sway.       “What” “Huh” “What... what” “What to you... what” “Huh then... huh” “What”      They stand there posturing.       The man with the dragon tattoo takes off his sunglasses so he can let his opponent see the crazy. His opponent does nothing but give him the crazy back.      “Huh” “What”      They sit down again.       Another reporter: “Hey guys, there appears to be some very real animosity between you two. I’m feeling this energy and it feels, well... real. What do you attribute that to?”       “He rood, he rood person,” Jiri interjects first. “He have no manners. We could come, punch each otha in face, be nice. But no, he choose to be rood. And to peepool like dese? Dey is no helping. Dey is no... no nussing... He is nussing. It makes me... maybe a leetle beet sad, no?, that he ees nussing. But he ees.”      “Wait, are you saying I AM something, borscht boy, or are you saying I’m nothing?”       “I say nussing.”      “But you just said HE IS, I AM.”      “I say you ees nussing. No you ees.”       “But if I am then don’t I have to be something and not nothing? Let’s just think about this for a minute here.”      “Yees yees, how does someseeng come from nussing? How was yooneevus created? Who created? How? Big man in pajamas?”      “This shit’s wild, bro. Fuck, man.”      The man with the dragon tattoo scratched his chin.      “And why do you think there’s real juice to this fight?” added the reporter.      “Oh because he’s a little ho. Simple as that. Straight-up ho material.”      “What ees dees ho? Like for field?”       “No, bro, as in ho bag. Like you like to get with lots of different dudes. And you’re a bitch.”      “What ees dood? I no undastand.”      “Well I think a dude was originally from like a dude ranch. Kind of like a cowboy. Something like that.”       “Dooood. Dood ees cowboy? Cowboy ees dood? Dees I like. Sank yoo.”      “Fuck you, bro.”      “Fuck oo vety much.”      Another reporter stands up. “Sacramento Bee here. Obviously a massive fight. Jiri, you’ve been known to take off people’s noses with your elbows. Without giving away too much strategy, will you try to do something similar?”      “Oh I crush hees face. I open hees skull. He lose all mo-tore skeels. I then have to drive car for heem.”      “I’m gonna pay for all seven of this cocksucker’s kids to go to college.”      “Oh wow, sank you. College vety expenseeve. I figga they work in grain meel if they not destroya of men.”      “But ONLY so that they’ll become educated and see that life is pointless. Too smart for their own good so they’re lost and miserable, you feel me on that? Mark my words, I will pay for this man’s children to go to college.”       “Well dees I like much betta than eating eentesteenes. Saatanly I like much betta than heem saying I bad borscht.”       “Shit’s true, bro. Take a good look at yourself. Look deep down into your soul.”      “I lyke myself.”      “Nah, nah.”      “Ees true.”      “Saturday night I’m gonna prove that this man doesn’t like himself. Tune in to find out.”      “I fine with myself.”      “Nah bro.”      “You no know me. You no know me at all.”      “Guess I gotta get to know you better when I’m reeling out your intestines like sausage links.”      “So preedeectable. Just like how you fight. Telegraph punches like telegraph pigeon.”       “Wish we still used those.”      “In my country we do. All da time.”      “That’s really cool.”       “To tell you I smash ya nose!”      “Intestinal ho bag!”      They lunge at each other and the steroid owner gets in between with his giant head.....      After five rounds of slugging it out and calf kicks and a couple/few eye pokes, the final bell sounds and they embrace. “Bro, love you, bro, so much respect for you, you’re a fucking animal” “Bro, you so good, I love you so good, you my brada, I love you foreva” They hug and kiss. “Bro, you’re a legend, bro, love you so hard, just straight-up legend status” “Bro dood, you beautiful can of tomato soup on seek day from school, I lav you vety vety much, sank yoo”