Chapter Summary: In which Trouve gets an invitation which brings back memories
Story Summary: Young Boba Fett has been granted early parole. However, he’s tossed out into the world with no money, home, or prospects. A chance encounter with two young teens in a diner solves at least one of these problems. What starts out as a temporary roof over his head slowly grows into a home and family he builds for himself, and leads him down a path completely different from the one laid out for him.
Current chapter was so big, I had to split it in 2. Part 1 is up today (5/22/22). Part 2 will go up tomorrow (5/23/22).
Story Summary: Young Boba Fett has been granted early parole. However, he’s tossed out into the world with no money, home, or prospects. A chance encounter with two young teens in a diner solves at least one of these problems. What starts out as a temporary roof over his head slowly grows into a home and family he builds for himself, and leads him down a path completely different from the one laid out for him.
Chapter Summary: New Year Fete Week has begun and everyone is excited for a fresh start! Each one has something they want out of their week. Willa wants her crush’s attention, Trouve wants the right equipment to get the audiocast rolling, and Boba just wants a more respectable fighting name. But after a good start, their efforts are slowed by obstacles placed in their way.
Current chapter was so big, I had to split it in 2. Part 1 is up today (5/22/22). Part 2 will go up tomorrow (5/23/22).
Story Summary: Young Boba Fett has been granted early parole. However, he’s tossed out into the world with no money, home, or prospects. A chance encounter with two young teens in a diner solves at least one of these problems. What starts out as a temporary roof over his head slowly grows into a home and family he builds for himself, and leads him down a path completely different from the one laid out for him.
Chapter Summary: New Year Fete Week has begun and everyone is excited for a fresh start! Each one has something they want out of their week. Willa wants her crush’s attention, Trouve wants the right equipment to get the audiocast rolling, and Boba just wants a more respectable fighting name. But after a good start, their efforts are slowed by obstacles placed in their way.
On Dec. 18th I’ve started a role play game server on discord as I have informed you previously.
So far we’ve seen great progress and there are quite a few active players. A small but very harmonious community has grown that inspires each other creatively.
We have skilled fanfiction authors who in particular enjoy the multiple possibilities for developing their OCs.
There is a main story line that is quite serious business, and the plot that is developing is already now much better than some stuff that’s launched by official sources.. ;D We create the plot together in an associated brainstorming channel.
We also have various off-topic RPG channels that are used for free play and fun.
The RPG is ongoing and not connected to certain times, which is easily manageable, since it’s exclusively written. There’s no pressure to participate, we’re all working hard but party even harder.
If you are interested in what we do, you can ask me here or on discord (Commander Neyo#8826). Perhaps you would be down to play one or multiple OCs or also a canonical character; several clones and Jedi are still available. Max Rebo is still free as well. ^^
some jedi and jedi-adjacents i’ve had on my mind lately and that i’ve been meaning to draw more. ; ; from top to bottom: obi-wan, erii astrius, cal kestis (and bd-1!), kanan jarrus, ahsoka tano, grogu, chima bellori & commander storm, shahrzad vel emeradis, luke & leia.
★ Introducing Inara'a Brae ★ Through the Mist ★ [Obi Wan Kenobi & female!OC] ★
Inara'a Brae always knew that her future didn’t lie with the Sisters of Sybulla. She might have grown up in the order of force sensitive seers, learning and perfecting the craft, but all her life Inara'a’s dreams told her there was another place for her in the galaxy - desert sand under twin suns.
So when the sinister Galactic Empire starts casting its terrifying shadow across the worlds, Inara'a leaves behind the safety of the sisterhood and trades the lush, green planes of Sybulla for the desolation that is Tatooine - waiting for her destiny to claim her.
Now almost a decade has passed and Inara'a is still waiting. She makes a decent, albeit dubious living as a commercial telepath for Jabba the Hutt, keeping her head down and her eyes open. Not much goes past a woman who sees all and hears all.
So when the Emperor sends Inquisitors to Tatooine in search for a Jedi, it doesn’t take long for Inara'a to find herself entangled in the aeon old battle between Jedi and Sith.
Who is that strange man hiding in the desert and what is he hiding from? Why does it seem like he is carrying the weight of the whole galaxy on his weary shoulders?
And what does he know about that day nine years ago that’s gone missing from Inara'a’s mind…?
Here is a little information post on my bounty hunter OC who is featured alongside Black Krrsantan in Burns and Brass Knuckles, Ria Vexin! I don’t want to spoil her backstory here, so it will be more physical details than her history, which will be explored in the main story!
Age: 32 (Born 41 BBY)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Planet of Origin: Hosnian Prime
Afflictions: The Bounty Hunter’s Guild
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Olive
Eye Color: Black
Accessories: Wampa Leather Jacket, Earrings (Five; Two studs on each ear and one hoop on the right) Ciggarra pack, Lighter, Vibroblades, DL-18, Two A-180s, other weapons in her ship’s weapons’ locker
An utterly depraved high-ranking Imperial officer asshole OC based on that version of Wesker from those god-awful-but-hilariously-fun Resident Evil movies that Shawn Roberts played.
You know. This guy.
….hnnnngh. yeah. I need this like, yesterday.
You know what? I’m making him. I’m drawing him tonight.
I’m naming him Wyrren Harker and he’s going to be the ultimate dickhead of a Major General, in charge of an entire IM-455 Imperial garrison on an as-yet-to-be-determined planet with a hefty amount of unrest, probably of my own creation as well because why not. He’s going to be arrogant, petty, manipulative, cruel, a bit reckless, domineering, short-tempered, selfish, (nearly) fearless, and has an obsession with always having the upper hand. Needless to say he gets the rug pulled out from under him, everything he values taken away from him, and the shit kicked out of him within an inch of his life because he’s gonna be my new whipping boy for my bottled-up schadenfreude and extreme hurt/comfort dynamic. ||D
He’s gonna be That Character that’s obviously the quite unapologetic villain with no Redemption Arc™ and yet everything turns out alright in the end because some infinitely patient but takes-no-shit Antihero Mercenary soul decides to save his sorry trash ass. Insert “Helpless Asshole must rely on Aloof Antihero” type of Slow Burn and begrudging-at-first-but-turns-very-intense closeness. But with absolutely zero heel-face-turning, no Tears of Remorse (maybe just tears though. hnngh), and certainly no “what have I done” Moment of Realization. When the Antihero Mercenary saves the day, the Asshole Imperial is just.. There. With him. And nobody can figure out why but Antihero Mercenary won’t let anyone near him but the day is saved so who the fuck cares anyway. Not me. I’m in it for the sexual tension and table-flipped power dynamic, not a Morally Acceptable Plot. Yeehaw.
I live for this shit lol. I’ll NEVER write the whole thing but I’ll be damned if I won’t draw the characters for it ahahahahaaaaaaa
Heilon shifted his balance slowly from left foot to right, turning to keep the looming bulk of the Sith Lord within combat focus. The immense pressure of his opponent’s presence in the Dark Side of the Force was felt like the weight of a dead sun on his back, cold black flames warping his vision and making the already huge Sith seem fathomless. He braced himself, trying valiantly to maintain his center of light and peace, usually so simple to accomplish… but his resolution faltered amidst the visceral hatred he felt beating down upon him from the glowing eyes flashing with Dark Side corruption. He licked his dry lips and tightened his grip on his lightsaber. “It has been a while, Sith.”
The Dark Lord’s toothy maw split open in a feral grin, forked tongue darting out to taste the faintest whiff of fear in the air. “Always a dubious pleasure, Master Heilon.” His unlit weapons twirled once in his fingers, and the dark flames of his presence in the Force flared around him in sparks Heilon’s mind could only see as a spray of blood. A deep rumble shook the earth around them, and the Sith Lord took a heavy step forward, igniting but one of his lightsabers and dragging the blade through the dusty ground.
Heilon took an involuntary step back as the blade snapped up to the Sith Lord’s face in a mocking salute, casting ragged shadows and illuminating the malevolent intent behind those corrupted eyes.
The Sith Lord’s smile turned predatory, and his voice dropped low and thick with the promise of violence. “Could my name be so far from your tongue?”
Introducing Imperial Major-General Wyrren Harker, and former-Separatist-now-mercenary Falynn J’Kurra. Let’s get a little backstory going under the cut :D
Wyrren Harker is largely an insufferable man. Intelligent and ruthless, he has an obsession with always having the upper hand and of always being the one in control. Spoiled as a child but held to very high standards, he is driven and dedicated to his goals but extremely selfish, arrogant, and just a little vain. He is quite willing to manipulate and intimidate anyone he can to climb out on top, and this has made him more than a little domineering and short-tempered when things don’t quite go the way he envisioned. He is not often deliberately cruel, but his sadistic streak comes out in retaliation if he thinks he has been slighted or wronged. He is extremely confident in his abilities, and that occasionally can make him a little reckless. It also makes him very nearly fearless, and he rarely worries about backlash or the negative consequences of his actions. He is not totally without fear however, and when put in a position where he has no power or is helpless, he very literally has no idea what to do.
Wyrren was raised an only child in a hyper-pro-Republic, career military household. Both parents were higher-ranking officers in the Republic army, and their son got the finest education and training their money and privilege could buy. He graduated academy at the top of his class, climbed the ranks quickly throughout the Clone Wars, and was already one of the youngest officers to be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel by the time the Republic transitioned into the Galactic Empire. Like many in the upper echelons of the military, the change was seamless for him. He continued climbing the ranks, bolstered by affluence, staunch loyalty, and extensive connections. He was promoted to Major-General in 17 BBY, and was placed in charge of an IM-455 Imperial Modular Garrison, to be deployed on the foggy world of Nimat.
Nimat itself is sparsely populated, but its position made it of importance in securing the Imperial presence in the Outer Rim. Nimat is the primary access point of the Nimat Corridor in the Tharin Sector, along the Triellus Trade Route, one of the major trading hyperroutes through the Outer Rim.
Nimat is a dim planet with unusual topography. Much of the world is gently rolling lowlands, dotted with open forest, sluggish rivers, and shallow seas, all perpetually housed in a thick fog. There are occasional pieces of land, only a few dozen in number, that rise above the fog – all flat-topped plateaus ranging in size from a couple square kilometers to nearly 200 square kilometers. On these rare plateaus are the few spaceports and settlements that the planet has to offer. Every inch of these plateaus has been utilized for the tiny population, so the placement of the Imperial Garrison that our freshly-minted Major-General was to command was… tricky. It had to be placed nearly a hundred kilometers away from one of the more sizable spaceports, down among the lowlands and deep within the fog.
Wyrren wasn’t terribly happy with the arrangement, but the fragility of the already-overloaded plateaus and the restrictive topography of the planet prevented any other alternative aside from establishing an Orbital Garrison instead of a land-based one. But that would mean Wyrren would be forced to share commanding duties and power with an Admiral from the Imperial Navy, something he absolutely refused to do. So a land-based Modular Garrison it was, and that’s when all his troubles started…
Falynn J’Kurra is a former Separatist general and strategist from Annoo. He is private, aloof, and very patient, and rarely speaks unless necessary. His reserved and quiet nature often comes across as intimidation, as he has Resting Bitch Face™ and when he does speak his voice is gravelly and rough. But he is surprisingly even-keeled, and it takes a lot for him to actually get angry or raise his voice. Despite this, he does not abide anyone testing his limits and is uncompromising in his morals and tactics. Combined with his natural tendency to being a loner, this often results in a “my way or the highway” kind of mentality and it is difficult for him to take advice from others. This hard-line approach frequently caused him to be at odds with other Separatists while he was within their ranks, and he often went head-to-head with anyone who tried to force his hand – up to and including General Grievous and Count Dooku. Needless to say he was not often included in high-profile decisions or decisive battles. Which suited him just fine, as his focus is in the Outer Rim. His primary goal has always been the betterment and protection of his people, primarily against the Republic and the subsequent Empire. He was a primary associate of the revolutionary Ashaar Khorda on his homeworld. Falynn is an Annoo-dat, differentiated as a Ret or “Annoo-dat Blue” only by xenobiologists. (For reference, Adrestin is also an Annoo-dat, but by the time of the Galactic Empire the two species have long integrated their societies into one and do not differentiate amongst themselves). Being as they are a very long-lived species, Falynn actually remembers the conquering of his home planet of Gelefil by the Annoo-dat Prime and its subsequent renaming to Annoo. It doesn’t matter to him, however, as he is like most of his species and considers both Prime and Blue species of Annoo-dat to be one and the same.
After the Separatist Council was massacred on Mustafar and the Republic formed itself into the Empire, Falynn did not immediately seek out any of the fragmented Separatist holdout groups to join. Disillusioned and jaded, he turned to mercenary work instead, trusting more in his ability to get results on his own without any added people as a responsibility. During his new line of work, he would frequently encounter isolated Rebel cells (as the Alliance to Restore the Republic had not yet been formed), and would often take pay to strategize for them, or fight, or sabotage, or whatever else he happened to offer at the time. He would never fully align with the Rebel Alliance, however, as he has little desire to see the Republic restored back to its old position. He wants only for the Empire to fall, and firmly believes the galaxy would be better off without a centralized seat of power.
But he still helps Rebel cells if they have the credits to pay him, especially if it happens to be close to home. And it is one such Rebel cell on the planet of Nimat that hires him to sabotage a newly-established Imperial Garrison…
Because I’m away from my workspace for a bit, let me dump Geht on y’all today.
Back when I made Caez, I made their brothers a big part of their character growth. (Stix is going to get a makeover sometime soon too, don’t worry-) but Geht kinda. Eluded me. I just made him a skinny, worried looking Stix with longer hair. He didn’t have much of a personality or a story. He was just the less fucked up Hel sibling who had a little bit of Jedi training under his belt. (And he loved his junk-)
In 2019, I was giving my SW OC’s a complete overhaul because we were neck deep in the mess that was TROS and I rewrote Caez’s story 84 times, so why not try to do something more with Geht? So, instead of making him favor his brother, I decided to make him more like Caez: green eyes, distinct nose, long hair. At that time, he was still pretty morally light. Working for the resistance. Still a junker with a saber, not much going on there. The most interesting thing about him was 1. His design and 2. His relations to the characters around him. More Caez looking. Still not much to the character yet.
Then last year, I was figuring out my gender crisis- Geht popped up again. Idk why. Call it fate. But I thought “maybe this’ll be my masc self insert for Star Wars” and damn, if that didn’t make him a little more interesting to me (I’m self absorbed, what can I say) so. Metal arm. And SIGNIFICANTLY DARKER BACKSTORY. Check. Check. He’s still the junker who stores his collection in a hollowed out freighter ship on Takodana, and he’s still technically only a Jedi on the books so he can get paid, but… add a little spice.
Updated Jedi-for-hire Geht was great. Pretty. Looks clean. Looks good. So, I had to update his “junker” look. And ORIGINALLY, Geht had a mask (I don’t have any of the original art with his mask sobs) and I thought, “You know what? That’ll make sense. He’s got a pretty recognizable face, considering CAEZ is his sibling. Let’s bring back the mask.”
And even thought a few people have been like “oh yeah, he LOOKS like Caez now” I like to think they’re still very distinctly different. They’re siblings, but they’re not identical. Geht is skinny, sharp. Caez is soft, beef lmao
Star Wars OCs page has finally been updated! Azeryth’s profile has been updated, profiles for Abraxen,NagaethandShêronhave been added. Look out for more updates this year, I plan on making profiles for my agent duo Titania and Faust, a little revamp + a profile for my Cathar shockboxer Viktar, and a profile for Master Sham’a, my Miraluka Jedi! Hopefully I will do all of this in 2022 lmao, I think Master Sham’a will be next!
Known for his nonchalant response to ‘minor’ injuries:
“Put a patch on it.”
This has lead to a running joke within the battalion whenever there’s a serious/dire situation where the clones just kinda look at each other and say something to the extent of… “Well… have we tried putting a patch on it?”
Ironically, this worked once
Also known to simply throw bacta patches at clones who got injured through their stupidity
Won’t deal with anyone’s BS
He acts all tough, but really cares about his brothers
He has a habit to stick out his tongue a bit when he’s concentrating
He’s very focused, and will often miss finer jokes or jabs his brother’s throw at him
