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madakikoeru: Here’s my entry for @simplecg‘s January challenge. The theme I chose is space. I had on

madakikoeru:

Here’s my entry for @simplecg‘s January challenge. The theme I chose is space.

I had one of those from LEGO when I was younger. Unfortunately, I lost some of the pieces. It’s based on the X-Wing Starfighter LEGO set from Star Wars.

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“Glad to Have You Back” ✂️This originally started off as a small, little something I made in anticip

“Glad to Have You Back” ✂️

This originally started off as a small, little something I made in anticipation for The Clone Wars’ final season. After it debuted, the effect that the writing, acting, and visuals left had me EAGER to revisit this painting! How incredible of a journey it’s been to see these two persevere since 2008. 

Let me know what your personal favorite moment or story arc was from The Clone Wars series!✨


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“Welcome back… Commander.”Really excited to share this illustration I recently did in anticip

“Welcome back… Commander.”

Really excited to share this illustration I recently did in anticipation for the return of “Star Wars: The Clone Wars” with its final season.

Be sure to follow me on Instagram & Twitter @Matsumoto_Art ! I truly appreciate everybody’s support and hope you enjoy this!


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Commish of rbl-m1a2tanker’s (https://deviantart.com/rbl-m1a2tanker) Star Wars gunslinger OC Janus Acken!


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Elara pressed her lips to hold her smile; it had been so long since she had traveled on board a freighter or made a trade run… and a familiar, exciting feeling came back to tickle her. Like Litti told her back in the days; once a spacer, always a spacer…”

Lost and Found,inTales of Clan Mudhorn.

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This one is like the “plain sketch commissions"… but with a plain background and that light brown and white shading.

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Lost and Found - Episode 8

“Tales of Clan Mudhorn” series

Word Count:27k
Pairing:None
Rating:General
Summary: POV Din+OC+The Child— When you reach Tython, Tython reaches you too…
Warnings:…more ✨Space Travel , angst, thriller style, hallucinations, childhood traumas…

A/N: This chapter takes right after the end of previous one, after the emergency exit of hyperspace. This chapter is more angsty than all the others but I hope you’ll like it too. Also, this chapter is the last of Part One. And I’m really hoping you’re enjoying the story so far. Part Two is in the work. (I already have a few illustrations ready for it, even! )

BONUS: I offer a drawing to those who guess who’s the guest ‘appearance’ in the last scene! (No joke, I’m really offering.)

— The Jedi Planet

Krrsssh-trshhhk !

The control panel of the cabin door, forcefully opened, spat a bunch of yellow and white sparks at Din’s visor, rivaling with the light from his helmet spot lamp. The power surge had damaged a few components that apparently were still receiving enough power from the auxiliary source to add to the challenge of opening the cabin door.

With a grunt, Din pried open the door by hand again. It creaked, like a balky dewback, but finally slid open a little, enough for Din to see that the whole ship had gone dark. Not that he expected otherwise…

“Ela!” He called again in his helmet’s comlink and through gritted teeth — it couldn’t be a good sign that she didn’t pick up. “Do you copy?! Anton!

She was with him when he had left the galley, so maybe he could answer for her! With these thoughts in mind, Din didn’t lessen his effort to open the door, which creaked again without opening more than a few centimeters — something must have jammed it. Din jumped to his feet and tried to squeeze himself through the narrow space he had already managed to open; his armor pieces scraped against the frame and thickness of the door, but with a little extra push and no grace, he managed to extract himself out of the cabin with just a few painful grunts. Din almost stumbled as he stepped out of the doorway but he caught himself with both hands on the edge of the door.

Finally free, he wasted no more time and walked up the circular hallway to the galley and lounge by the light of his lamp.

“Ela!” He called again, raising his voice as much for the comlink as to be heard in the hallway. “Anyone?!”

One of the lights in the corridor crackled as he walked by, in a vain attempt to restart, but it went out shortly after. The ship wasn’t as large as the Bold Sister or the Long Storm, and all the amenities were not so far apart, so Din soon reached the galley side. He avoided a tray and two metal bowls on the floor as the beam of his spotlamp revealed Anton’s collapsed form. A small, nervous but familiar squeak made him turn his head to the left where he found Elara, and the child was holding the thumb of her hand stretched out to him. He blinked his large eyes against the lamp light, his ears low and with another sad sound.

Din got down on one knee to feel his little head and ears; he didn’t look hurt, just scared. Then he turned to Elara, pushing her hair away from her face. He rolled her on her back, holding her head carefully.

“Ela, can you hear me?”

He put her head down, and when he touched her cheek, his glove left the bloody imprint of his fingers on her

skin. Din gritted his teeth and checked the palm of his glove by the light of his lamp. In response, the child gave a long, anxious whimper.

“It’s okay, kid,” Din whispered, without turning to him and searching for Elara’s pulse on her neck. “She's… just unconscious.”

And he could feel it under his fingers, even through the thickness of his glove. Reassured, he turned to Anton; a large bloody gash ran across his forehead into his hair, but his pulse was strong too. Elara groaned and wiggled weakly on the floor.

Krrsssh-trshhhk!Sparks in the galley behind them splashed the dark for a spell, and Din shifted his focus back to Elara, changing knees.

“Hey, easy… You knocked your head pretty bad.”

Words of support to which she groaned again, trying to bring a limp hand to her forehead without even opening her eyes.

“Wha—what happened?” she mumbled, jaw clenched.

And she rolled awkwardly to the side to try to stand up. Din supported her with firm hands.

“I think the ship made an emergency exit out of hyperspace.”

“Why?!”

Of that, Din hadn’t the faintest. Elara laid a trembling hand on his left pauldron on which she clenched her fingers, tensing all her muscles in an attempt to get up.

“C'mon.” Din encouraged her, holding her by her arm and with a supporting hand behind her head. “Can you stand?”

“I’ll have to…”

Din winced a smile as he helped her to her feet. She staggered into his arms, shielding her eyes from the harsh glare of his spot lamp and her focus turned to Anton.

“Is he alright?”

“I think so,” Din confirmed. “A few cuts and bruises for what I see.”

In response, Elara let out a weak, creaky groan, clasping her fingers tightly on his pauldron.

“We have to carry him to the medbay…”

“Ela, you—”

“We can’t leave him here!”

Getting upset, panicking, made her lurch again and Din held her tight. He had no intention of leaving the gunner in the hallway; he just hadn’t planned to involve Elara in this effort. Yet he didn’t frustrate her resolve.

“Tell you what,” he said to bring her focus back on him. “I’ll lift him up, and you grab his legs.”

She nodded with a painful frown, her hand, raised so far as a visor, found her bleeding wound at the back of her head. He walked her over to Anton’s motionless form and turned him on his back to lift him under his arms with a little struggle. Once his weight was secured against his chestplate, Elara took hold of his ankles and secured them at her waist.

“You’ll have to walk, kid,” she mumbled to the child who was watching them quietly, out of their way.

He made a short, high-pitched chirp and took a few short steps after them towards the medbay, not far from the galley and lounge. The room was dark and some tools and equipment had been tossed around, but nothing that would trip them up. And, with less trouble than Din had first feared, they hoisted Anton onto one of the beds. He was finally waking up, judging by his low grunts and the nervous twitching of his fingers. Elara examined Anton’s wounded forehead by the light of Din’s spot lamp and then he bent down to pick up the child and place him in Elara’s arms.

“I’m going to see how they are in the cockpit, and try to figure out what happened…”

Elara only nodded, still looking a little stunned.

“Ok, I—um… I’m stayin’ here, with Gun.”

Din stroked her arm in a supportive gesture and jogged out of the medbay towards the cockpit.

Space seemed peaceful and there were no planets visible through the circular viewport in the cockpit where TC was hovering around Neal and Ron, panicking that he couldn’t contact any assistance. Neal was completely ignoring the droid as if he couldn’t hear it, but turned towards the hatch when he heard Din’s hurried footsteps and saw the beam of his lamp.

“Oh, Mandalorian, you are alright!” TC noticed, raising his two-coloured arms as he entered. “This is such a relief!”

Din nodded but it was to Neal and Ron that he asked :

“Is everyone okay ?”

Though obviously stunned, Neal also looked in much better shape than Ron, sitting in his chair and leaning forward to keep his head between his knees.

“We’re fine, Mando. Just a little shaken…” Neal patted Ron’s shoulder as a gesture of support and affection. “How are Ela and Gun? And the little one?”

“The kid is fine but we had to carry Anton to the medbay,” Din told him, coming closer. “He was still unconscious when I left Elara with him.”

He glanced around; anything not riveted in the cockpit had been scattered all over the place and the panel beside the open door crackled ominously.

“What happened?” Din then inquiered.

“We’ve been pulled out of hyperspace. Tessy, try to launch the auxiliary power…”

“At once, captain.”

And the droid waddled over to the panel by the door.

“I think we’ve been caught in the Net…”

“The Net?”

Din had the confused feeling that he was supposed to know what Neal was talking about but it seemed to him that some of his ideas had been scattered around in the impact with the cabin wall despite his helmet already being back in place by the time of the ship decelerated.

The Imperial Hyperspace Security Net,” Neal reminded him as he delved into the pockets of his jacket. “Oomil said we might stumble upon what’s left of it…”

Indeed, Din remembered now. He peered out through the viewport without moving Ron’s chair, who was groaning his discomfort; there was no sign of ships, beacons or starcrafts. Yet, barring a miscalculation that could have catapulted them into the gravitational field of a celestial body, nothing else could cause such an ejection than a technical failure of the ship or the hyperdive. And clearly, it was neither.

Click-click-clack.Behind Din’s back, TC was unsuccessfully trying to redirect some power from the backup systems to the cockpit.

“What could have caused this?”

But Din didn’t get an answer right away; Neal had whiped out a flat comlink from his inside jacket pocket and was trying to call the mechanic:

“Jox, come in!” — click —“Jox?”

“Yeah, yeah! Kinda busy at the moment, captain!”

Neal heaved a sigh of relief but it was Jox’s voice that insisted, on the other end of the comlink:

What the kriff did Ron do again?!”

But Ron still didn’t seem in any condition to reply; he straightened up a little and glared at Neal who smiled briefly.

“Ron has nothing to do with it. Not this time. I think we’ve been interdicted, but there is no ship outside, nothing. How are things on your side?”

Sparkly!”Jox retorted through comlink. “Whatever happened, the power system and hyperdrive didn’t take the surge kindly.”

Neal winced a silent word but let Jox continue:

“All in all, t'could have been way worse. The droid and I are already on it…”

“Can we jump, or do we need to switch on the backup hyperdrive?”

No, no need,” Jox promptly replied. “We’ll just risk to blast the backup too. I’ll just fix what fuses have blown and then, we’re good to go.”

“Ok,” Neal then said. “I leave my link open, keep me updated.”

And upon these words, the power returned to the entire cockpit in a reassuring hum; the indicator lights flashed on the dashboard and a few alerts pierced the near silence.

“Thanks, Jox!” Neal dropped again into the comlink that he pocketed back right after, without even waiting for an answer.

TC became agitated again as he took a step away from the panel and Din switched off his spot lamp to put it back in his utility belt.

“I regret to say that I’m not the cause of this improvment, captain!”

“It’s alright, Tessy.” Neal made his seat swivel to face the dashboard where he turned the warnings off. “Get back to your post, we’re gonna bounce…”

Even Ron regained some of his composure to sit up straight, and face the viewport again. With a few switching of buttons and pushing of throttles, the engines started up again smoothly and the Riser glided slowly through the black of space at Ron’s command as Neal recalculated their course.

“Incoming automated transmission, captain,” TC chimed in again.

“What does it say?”

Click — TC switched the transmission to the speakers of the comms console. A dissonant droid’s voice delivered its message flatly:

“… entered restricted Imperial space. Provide ISB identification number or you will be terminated.”

Right away, TC added :

“Radar indicates several small crafts heading in our direction. Fast, I might add.”

“Let’s not give them time to see our names aren’t on their special guest list,” Neal joked through gritted teeth, focused on his maneuvers. “Ron, prepare the jump!”

“I’m tryin’, but… I think we have a problem.”

“How big a problem?” Neal asked.

On the control panel, Din could see that the ship’s systems indicated that they were in the gravity well of a planet, making a jump impossible. Neal typed on the keyboard in disbelief.

“How?! We aren’t even in a system!”

“Captain!” TC called. “Scanner indicates ten crafts closing in on our position. We will be swarmed in less than two minutes!”

Din gritted his teeth and glanced down the corridor towards the centre of the ship, and its gunwell, through the cockpit’s open door.

Dank farrik!” tonna Neal. “And Gun is out! Mando, could you—”

But Din was already rushing to the gunwell that he reached in a few more strides. The gunwell was a tiny, narrow room at the center if which stood a single swivel seat facing a twin firing-grip and a transparisteel gunport. Din settled in the seat as the Riser picked up more speed, both feet on the pedals, and connected his helmet to the intra-ship communication system through the wired headset on the backrest, just in time to hear Neal state:

Hold on tight everyone, it’s gonna be bumpy!”

Through the gunport, Din spotted six of the crafts flying straight at them in an erratic, nervous flight that defied any organic pilot’s ability — those were droid fighters. But even more alarming was where they came from; far enough away to look almost as small as a ship, Din could make out a station with three dome-like bulges at the top, similar to those on Interdictor-class ships.

“I know why we can’t jump!” He shouted over the intra-com, grabbing both grips, fingers ready on the triggers.

“What?!”Neal exclaimed, as the ship swerved on its port wing, out of the fighters’ line of fire — the chair’s suspension dampened the turn, leaving Din’s aim perfectly steady. “What is it?!”

“It’s a gravity well station!” Din revealed, and he gritted his teeth as handling the gun stirred the pain in his left shoulder. “It’s pinning us down, we can’t jump while we’re in its grip…”

Feet on the pedals, Din trained his gun on one of the droids before they were ready to fire while the other four droids TC had counted appeared on his laser scope before being visible through the gunport.

Can you destroy it?!” Neal inquired.

One of the fighters fired, but the shots missed wide.

“Not with those cannons. It would take a much heavier firep—”

PEW PEW PEW! Din fired at the first of the droids to enter his scope, but missed; the craft rolled over before firing rapidly at the Riser. Soon, the others came into range too. The Riser dived under fire from the other droids and Din grunted against the pain in his shoulder as he straightened the twin-cannons at the closest drones. As soon as he had lined up another, he pressed the triggers.

PEW PEW PEW PEW!

Din only stopped firing when the lasers pierced the droid, sending it hurtling into the path of another — BOOM!Two down in one shot. But the other droids didn’t slow their attacks to lament the destruction of the first two, dodging their debris with nimble moves that held their fire for only a second. It was enough for Din to line them up in his scope. Neal and Ron had increased the speed again and Din could feel his seat vibrating despite the dampers. He braced himself for another evasive action by the pilots when the nearest droids began firing again.

PEW PEW PEW PEW — CRACK!

The droids’ snapshots brushed and hit the Riser in a blaze of sparks that Din saw through the gunport, his full focus on his scope, and the guns on his current target — BOOM!With a well-aimed round, Din blasted the droid. The others fanned out to avoid the debris and rained scarlet fire on the ship as Neal and Ron zigzagged out of their sights. Several shots hit the hull as Din tried to lock onto the droid that posed the most imminent threat.

“Shields won’t hold much more, captain!” Jox’s voice shouted over the intra-com. “We have to jump outta here!”

Din locked a droid in his scope — PEW PEW PEW!

“Doing our best right now!” Neal retorted. “We’re still trapped in the well for another klick! Mando, can you hold up a lil’ longer?!”

But Din was doing his best too. Without answering, he snapshot the droid that was firing at them while shifting his attacking stance; droids were much more difficult opponents in a dogfight, able to move faster, like no other pilots, and now Din was feeling overwhelmed. Still, he held good. And, his hands on the triggers, he caught the same droid again and managed to destroy it in a blast of red laser — BOOM!

And he kept firing at the remaining six droids, resetting his aim with each turn and dive of the Riser until Neal’s voice clamored in their comms:

“Ok, we’re out! Haul jets, now!”

Space and droids stretched in dazzling lines through the gunport, and with a familiar little jolt, the Riser jumped into hyperspace, engulfed by the tunnel of light. Din relaxed his arms, releasing the triggers and letting himself flop against the seat’s backrest.

“WOOHOO!”Ron burst out on the comms. “That was somethin’!”

Relieved but also oddly out of breath, Din let out a chuckle; quite frankly, he was sharing Ron’s enthusiasm, right now.

In Elara’s arms, the child was much more calm now that they were out of danger, and that the ship was no longer shaking them either. When Neal had warned them to hold on, she had strapped a still unconscious Anton to his bed and, with the child clutched to her, she had curled up on the floor next to the bed’s solid base.

The little one had squealed and whimpered with an anguish she had never known him before, even against the cold of Ontellar, which had only seemed to make him a little grumpy. And to tell the truth, she couldn’t get out of her head what they’d read in Crent’s articles and notes, and what he’d told them himself about the powers of the Jedi; perhaps this little one felt more intensely the danger that threatened them out there, and that all the turmoil and fear in the Riser was becoming his own?!

So, despite Neal and Ron’s turbulent flight, despite everything that wasn’t stored in drawers and lockers being tossed around, Elara had tried to keep herself calm, to manage to appease him. At least a little. And he had seemed receptive, even though he had kept his clawed little fingers tightly closed on her collar. And he had only let go when they were back in hyperspace.

With the child sitting on the large headboard equipped with various controls and devices, Elara had then turned her attention to Anton. He had been in and out for the last few minutes and, now that they had jumped into relative safety, she had plenty of time to take care of the gash on his forehead. A little spray of bacta and a patch of sticky gauze had been enough there. She had to scan his wrist too where he was bleeding a little from a cut across an already big bruise. Nothing broken according to the readings, but a nasty sprain that would need some rest in a tight dressing sleeve. Her treatments complete, she turned the switch on the headboard controls to dim the lamp above Anton.

“Hey, Sprinkles…”

Elara smiled.

“Finally awake?” She taunt him, on a tender tone.

He winced a painful smile and brought a heavy hand to his forehead and its bandage.

“How’s the kid?”

And as an answer, the child chirped a soft trill as he leaned over Anton from the top of the headboard.

“He’s fine.” Elara chuckled. “Thanks to you.”

“Hey, lil’ bug…” Anton raised his arms to touch the child’s ears but stopped himself halfway when he noticed the bandage on his wrist. “Oh, I really’ve been through it, hey?”

Elara winced and a sharp pain in the back of her head reminded her that she hadn’t tended to her own injuries yet. With a cautious hand, she felt the crusty blood tugging at her hair.

“How are you, Gun?” Neal’s voice inquired from the open door.

And he entered the medbay, followed by Ron, Jox and Din. Elara lowered her hand to the back of her neck; she would take care of that later.

“I’m good, captain.” He sat up with the help of an elbow and a grunt. “What happened, anyway?”

“We’ve been pulled out of hyperspace by a gravity well station,” Neal simply said.

Anton’s face darkened like before one of his memorable bursts of anger.

“Those karkin’ things are still up and runnin'…” He wasn’t asking, it was an observation. “Any ships nearby?” How did we escape?!“

"Only droid fighters,” Neal said, placatingly. “And Mando took care of them.”

Anton glowered at Din but he had the hint of a smile in his beard and he bobbed his head, approvingly.

“And you took us out of it alive?”

A question to which Din nodded.

“Apparently.”

A moment of tense silence stretched in the medbay and then, without warning, Anton laughed. He raised his injured hand to slap Din’s arm and grunted at the wave of pain the stunt sent through his wrist.

“Good job, Mando.” He rubbed the thick sleeve of gauze “Yeah, good job…”

Elara held back a smile, touched to see them get along.

“I can see why the Big Imps kept talkin’ about takin’ your planet, now.”

“You served in the Imperial Navy?” Din understood.

Anton let out a short, muffled grunt as he shook his head.

“Gunner Bastra, 5th Artillery Regiment. Dishonorably discharged.”

His tone was as proud as Elara knew him to be of that fact; serving on this capital ship almost drove him insane. And she heard his voice crack with anger and emotion when he added :

“Some time before the whole Alderaan mess…”

And he glanced at Neal, Elara and the kid, sitting quietly on the headboard touching the buttons within reach. In the general silence, Neal turned to Jox:

Damage report?”

“A few scratches on the hull, nothing too serious, or that the droid won’t fix as soon as we’d stop somewhere cozy. The power surge has caused quite a stress on the system too, but the droid and I are already on it.”

“What about the hyperdrive?”

“Still a bit cranky but it’ll hold. I’ll fix what need fixing next time we’re out but we’d be smart to go easy on it for the next jumps.”

He grumbled a brief sound, similar to a ronto snort.

“How much more do we have to do?”

“We’re up to three left but, it’s four now, because of this exit,” Ron recapped.

To what Neal added:

“Provided we won’t get pulled out again. Ron, you should get some rest, I’ll manage for a few hours with Tessy.”

In response, Ron jumped off the edge of the second bed of the medbay, landing his feet back on the ground.

“Alright,” dit-il. “Move along, then. And, Gun! Don’t make your wounds worse, this time, ok?”

In response, Anton raised his gauze-clad arm, and after a nod, Neal stepped out of the medbay, following Jox and Ron. Anton sat down on the edge of the bed as if to get off it, but turned to face the child, and flipped the regulator to increase the intensity of the light above the bed. The child looked up at him with big black eyes and a happy squeak.

“Fun, uh?”

Elara glanced at Din as he stood behind her back to examine the wound on her head; she bit her lip to hold back a complaint as he parted strands of hair from her scabs. And his vocoder let out a low, muffled grunt as he reached up to rummage through one of the supply lockers beside the bed. She wondered then if he too had been injured in the deceleration, or if his shoulder was simply still hurting.

“So, Mando…” Anton broke the silence. “How d'you like my rocker?”

“It’s a nice one.”

Anton barked a laugh.

A nice one?!”

Elara grinned at Din’s visor. She could tell he was smiling too when he added, on a casual tone:

“Yeah.Very comfy.”

Anton laughed some more.

“I know, right?!”

Din put some gauzes on the shelf where Elara had left the torn flimsi wrappers and rested a gloved hand on the back of her head.

“Don’t move.”

But Elara had no intention of doing so. Soon, she felt the cold spray of bacta wetting her hair and wound. She winced at the stinging sensation and the cold drops sliding down her neck.

“This is, by far, the nicest station I’ve ever had the pleasure to slot my exhaust port in… And what about the guns, Mando?!”

Elara snorted at Anton’s excitment but also to know that if Din was feeling comfortable enough, he’d be more than loquacious on the subject of ships and their armament. Behind her, Din stopped the spray and put it on the tray.

“I mean, they’re CEC standard-issue but pretty sharp, right?” Anton went on.

He shrugged as Din patted Elara’s shoulder to signal that he was done with treating her.

“I bet you had to punch those droids a few time before they went down, though ! Those cannons are just big blasters next to the shockers I had to handle on that karking destroyer…”

Anton brushed his beard, looking gloomy but his tone was still rather light as he added:

“With turbolasers like that, you could punch through deflector shields and some pretty heavy defensive layers, like on armored spaceships, y'know?”

Elara watched Din’s reaction but he just nodded.

“It cuts through pirates like, uh… like, um… hmm…”

His voice quavered and he furrowed his thick eyebrows, clearing his throat, and his whole face went white as his mood darkened. And he said nothing more, watching the grey ground beneath their feet. Elara laid a comforting hand on his arm.

“I honestly wouldn’t know where to begin to use that station like you do, brothers!” she said. “I only know how to handle blasters. So, I take your word for it!”

And Din added of his own accord, in that soft, calm voice that Elara knew so well, even though he kept his tone casual:

“They are great guns even for a standard-issue. Very responsive.”

This comment seemed to sweep away the storm in Anton’s mind; he raised his head, his blue eyes still a little reddened, but he smiled.

“Yeah! And I told Neal they could be even better with a few adjustments but Jox won’t let me touch his tools! Can you believe that?!”

Din bobbed his head, neither affirmative nor negative. Anton nodded vigorously and jumped to his feet with confidence, even though he held on tightly to the edge of the bed for a second longer. Then, he put a large hand on Elara’s and turned to the kid; he took him at arm’s length. The kid burst into happy laughters.

“Mind if I take this lil’ guy for a spin?”

He smiled wide at the child who chirped a few quiet sounds, ears up.

“Just to peek at hyperspace through the gunport for a few minutes,” he added. “I’ll even have the headset on, if you need to ring and check on him.”

He glanced at Elara and then Din with an uncertain, almost shy look that she was discovering him.

“Sure, why not,” Din agreed.

And Anton nodded, with a deep breath as he tucked the child comfortably into his big arms.

“You’d like to come visit the ship with me, buddy?”

The child squeaked in joy.

“Take it easy, you two,” Elara told them, tenderly.

“Of course!”

Elara stroked one of the child’s small hands, resting on his bandaged arm. And she stepped aside to let them leave the medbay. Din came and stood beside her.

“Did he tell you what happened to him when he served?”

Elara winced with a brief shrug and crossed her arms.

“Barely. I know a few things, but he never goes in depth. He just says something, and then…”

She gritted her teeth and shared a knowing look with Din who nodded.

“Thanks for the bacta.” She pointed to her head with her thumb. “I already feel better.”

Din nodded again, and she knew he was smiling behind his visor.

The next hours of travel went by without any more emergency exits, just the six others they knew they had to expect. According to Jox, the hyperdrive had groaned a little but took it bravely. Meaning that it would need some maintenance as soon as they’d land. But for now, they finally were on a steady sublight course to Tython.

Around the standard lunchtime, Din and Elara had taken the kid for a snack in the ship’s lounge area. There, Din had settled down with the datapad a little aside, sitting on one of the swivel seats next to the engineering station’s console, whose faint, regular flashes had a soothing effect. He had begun to review all the information they had annotated about Tython while Elara shared a large bowl of Mon Cal food with the child, humming a few songs she had heard and learned from him and the other Mandalorians in the stronghold. She was sorry she couldn’t remember the words, but according to Din, that was for the better; some of them were rather rude.

Ron, Jox and Anton had eventually joined them after a little rest to finally take the time to enjoy a meal, free of the stress of the last few hours. And once his mind was lighter, Ron’s natural talkative and cheerful nature had taken over. And at this point, he had started to boast about his feats at the academy and the trickiest starfighter maneuvres he had learned there.

“And that’s when Tidas and Umaar tried their Gandder’s Spin too, but later my wingman and I went for an Under Split, and they just couldn’t evade that!”

Din had a faint smile; it was indeed a rather complex maneuvre, dangerous even. Especially for the leader. Standing between the table and the console to take advantage of the space to stroll and stretch her legs, Elara asked, curious:

“And what’s an under splitexactly?”

“Ah, blast…” Anton grumbled, with as much humour as genuine annoyance. “Don’t ask him things like that, Elak! He won’t shut up again!”

He reclined against the backrest with a grunt, and taking his cutlery out of his bowl, the leftovers of which he had given to the child. Ron took no offence at all at this comment, smiling broadly, and answered Elara’s question:

“It’s one very dangerous tactical maneuver, one that requires the leader to know and have full control of his craft…”

He paused as Neal came through the cockpit corridor and crossed the lounge to the galley, not saying a word but paying attention. Ron ran a hand over his short curls, one of his legs under the lounge table beating out a relentless rhythm that only he could hear before continuing, using his hands to mimic the flight of two ships:

“You need two crafts for that. Lead man is taking all the heat to act as a bait and while wingman shot away… You have to trust your wingman and his reflexes on this one!”

He made sure Elara was listening, and even Din, before going on, over the sounds of the autochef’s engine from the galley:

“Once your enemy took the bait, you spin and avoid all shots as best you can, and that’s the sweatiest place to hold in that tactic! But then, wingman reverses up hard and takes position behind your attacker…”

He used his hands again, flapping them in place to illustrate.

“Or under, and then — PEW PEW PEW!”

And he used both hands to imitate the blast of an explosion — boom! — before letting them fall flat on the table, almost startling the child, who perked up his ears with a surprised sound. Anton chuckled and placed his injured arm behind the kid, as if to keep him from falling off the edge of the table. Neal was coming back to them with a bowl from which he had already taken a spoonful of its contents, and stopped beside Elara.

“Did that trick a few time, as leader and wingman, and never a drop of sweat! Takes more than that to scare me, in fact…”

“Says the one who’s scared out of his wits by corellian hounds,” Neal taunt him.

“Have you seen those things up close?!”

Anton laughed even more and Neal smiled as he turned to Din and asked, in that same conversational tone:

“What are your plans once we land on Tython? Do you know where you have to go out there exactly? Will we have to do some exploration?”

If there was any exploring to do, and Din thought there would be, he intended to do it on his own.

“I have a few leads.” He tapped the edge of the datapad case with his index finger. “But, if there is need of exploring, I thought of using my jetpack.”

He bobbed his head.

“But I have a limited amount of fuel in it.”

Neal cracked a brief smile.

“A chance that there’s plenty for a few spins in the shuttle over there, then.”

With a nod, he motioned to one of the corridors. And this information made Din raise his eyebrows and straighten up a little in his seat.

“You have a shuttle?”

“Of course!” Neal scoffed. “C'mon. Let me show you.”

He took another spoonful of the content of his bowl before handing it to Ron as he passed by the table. He received it with a hungry cheer and took a generous spoon of it as if it were his own bowl. Din got up and followed Neal and Elara into the corridors after a glance at the kid, perfectly at ease in Ron and Anton’s care.

“It’s the one from the Riser 1,” Neal explained them, as they made their way to the port side. “We barely used it and never as an escape pod, thankfully! So, it was in perfect condition. No need to change it.”

He stopped in front of a wider and thicker hatch than the cabin and cockpit doors. With a press on the side panel, he opened the door on a relatively narrow space at the end of which stood a switched-off piloting station under a viewport similar to that of the gunwell and cockpit, and behind which the black of space slid at the speed of the ship. Added to that, one piloting seat and two other seats on each side of the bulkhead. Not much else, but still much more than any other escape pods. Neal sidestepped to let Din peek inside.

“There’s an honest shielding and quite powerful thrusters, onboard communication and flight control systems, and you can switch in automated landing too without even bothering to be at the controls.”

Din hoped he wouldn’t need this. Neal patted one of his pauldron to invite him to enter with him and, once inside, he slapped an overhead locker with his hand.

“Medpack’s in there, toolbox too and the usual electronic spare parts for the dashboard. Also, a few dry rations.”

Despite all these encouraging features, Din had some concerns to which he gave voice:

“Are you sure there will be enough fuel in it for me to scout a continent?”

He glanced anxiously at Elara, who stood in the shuttle’s entrance. Neal shrugged and thrust his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket with the company logo.

“If you were to make an entry in the planet’s atmosphere, no ! It would burn half of it, if not more. But the Riser will do that for you, so you can disengage in the blue to save fuel, and fly by like with any airspeeder. Not exactly standard issue on a YT, but I like to keep my mobility, you see?”

Din nodded.

“And should you wind up stuck somewhere, we’d come to get you, of course.”

He had a brief laugh, and then asked:

“Sounds good to you, Mando?”

It did. And in fact, it was near perfect, actually! Even though he hoped he wouldn’t need all that. But he had no time to express his gratitude that Ron’s voice shouted from the corridor:

“Hey, captain!”

And almost a second after, he was beside Elara at the shuttle’s entrance.

“Tee says we’re here!”

At these words, Din gritted his teeth and clenched his fists on the datapad.

“Well, Mando, what d'you say we get accointed with your mysterious planet, now?”

Through the viewport loomed the crescent of a large greenish planet, ensnarred in a ring of thick clouds; Crent’s records spoke of two moons but only one was visible at the angle of their arrival. TC was at the controls and Anton turned with the child in his arms as they entered the cockpit.

“Hope you know where you need to go, Mando!” He greeted them with. “'Cause it looks like one big planet!”

Elara glanced at Din who didn’t reply and continued to walk forward, gazing at the planet through the bay as Ron took his place beside TC who informed them:

“The planet matches the navicomputer’s recent additions, but there is no signal from the surface or any spaceport to contact to assure a safe landing, captain.”

“Yeah, guess not.” Neal patted one side of the backrest. “Thank you, Tessy. Now move, I’m taking over.”

“Of course, captain.”

And TC easily pulled himself out of the seat where Neal immediately settled down. He and Ron steered the Riser on a sharper curve towards Tython.

“So, where to, Mando?” He asked.

Elara turned her attention away from the planet to check the notes she and Din had made on the datapad he’d given her on the way out of the shuttle; his priority was one of those nameless temples — or rather, its ruins — nestled deep in a mountain on a continent described as lush and vast. But Elara doubted they should trust these outdated descriptions; Oomil had told them that the place had been classified as barren by the Empire, of more recent memory.

“Go around this continent,” Din requested, with a move of his hand towards the viewport, and the planet through it. “I don’t have geopositional data. All I know is that the place I’m looking for first should be on the northern coast of a large continent…”

“They all look very big, Mando!” Ron bantered.

And Elara rather agreed with him; the two halves of the visible continents on this crescent of planet seemed to extend beyond its daylight curve. The Riser pushed on, closing in on the blue halo that encompassed Tython until they could make out the most prominent landforms, the intensity of the blue of the seas and oceans that bordered the continents and the peaks of some of the mountains that clawed at the clouds.

“The mountains I’m looking for should be near a sea,” Din. told them. “With wide inlets, in the shape of claw marks…”

A moment of silence stretched in the cockpit.

“I’m afraid nothing here seems to fit to your description, Mandalorian,” TC broke the silence.

Din nodded, and the tension in his voice wasn’t lost on Elara when he replied:

“Maybe it’s on the night side right now…”

“We’re going in, and take a closer look,” Neal then said. “Ron, prepare the entry.”

Ron and Neal busied themselves on the dashboard and overhead panel before steering the Riser into Tython’s atmosphere. The entry was smooth and they let the ship continue its course along the planet, sinking into the night speckled with the alarming glow of a volcano and its lava flow freezing in the sea. While the continents were vast, they were not very lush. From what they could see in the night, the place seemed indeed barren and even downright hostile.

“I hope that ain’t the place, Mando,” Anton grumbled.

A remark to which Neal mumbled, careful:

“Actually, this rock doesn’t look inhabited at all…”

“I have a bad feeling about this place,” Ron muttered too.

And quite frankly, so did Elara. She glanced at Din, whose attention hadn’t wavered from the planet and its features through the viewport. His silence seemed to weigh heavier, accompanied by that of everyone in the cockpit — even the child was unusually quiet. The ship continued for several more kilometers until the night became clearer and revealed more of its rugged landscape.

“Here!” Elara exclaimed, and she pointed at the broken coastline to the north of the continent, at the foot of a mountain range that stretched in icy spikes into lands that looked burnt. “Look, the claws!”

“This could be the place,” Neal admitted. “Mando, what do you think?”

His question was initially met with silence, Din’s focus not event shifting from the broken landscape through the viewport.

“We have to find you a safe place to land first,” he finally said in answer.

“But… we can land just here,” Neal replied, puzzled and with a move of one hand towards a ashy plain spiked with burnt-looking trees. “There is a perfec—”

“No.” Din cut him short. “I don’t know what dangers, or defenses to expect around a place like this other than the feral species your cartographer talked about. I’ll go on my own… so if anything happens, you can bail safely out of here.”

Elara let her gaze fall on him, but she wasn’t surprised that he gave her the impression to ignore it. Neal, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to voice his opinion:

“You don’t make all that 'lil trip and place sound very reassuring, so… I’m fine with your strategy.”

Elara drew a sharp breath in, and only then Din tilted his helmet towards her, and she could perfectly picture his eyes casting a sheepish glance at her behind his visor. Yet, neither he nor she said anything.

“The shuttle is yours,” Neal then stated. “Good luck out there, Mando.”

Ron and Neal steered the ship further out of the night towards the barren, rocky plains still bathed in the reddish light of the sunset. Then, Din straightened up and turned to Anton, who raised his thick eyebrows, then frowned.

“Looks like it’s where we say goodbye, lil’ bug,” he said to the child, voice tight.

Elara gritted her teeth and blinked; if Din were to find these Jedi, hidden or not on this unwelcoming planet, then he’d come back without him… The child seemed to understand the meaning of his words, letting out a long squeak as he stooped his ears. Anton cleared his throat to utter:

“You’ll be, um… you’ll be fine with your kind there, I’m sure.”

The child blinked, his little clawed fingers scratching the bandage on Anton’s wrist. He nodded and returned the kid to Din’s arms, adding:

“Yeah, good luck out there…”

Din nodded, settling the child against his chestplate and, after a glance at Elara, he left the cockpit. She leapt after him, her hands clasped at the datapad to keep them from shaking.

“Are you sure there’s anything to find on this rock?” she wondered as she caught up with him in the corridor, on their way to the cabin. “Neal’s right…”

Din slowed down in front of the door and Elara lowered her voice, reluctant to say the words that sent a chill down her back.

“It looks uninhabited and-and… dead, even. What if the Empire already bombed this place and there’s no-one to find here anymore?”

Hissss — The door slid open on the interior of the cabin, which lit up softly as they entered. Din handed the child over to her to walk to the bed and pick up his jetpack from the floor.

“I don’t know, Ela.”

She was aware that her intervention wasn’t helping, but she couldn’t explain why she suddenly felt so restless, anxious, buzzing with the urge to jump as far away from here as possible, and not to leave this little one there, whether there were any Jedi to find here or not.

Maybe it was only heartache at the impending separation from the child, she supposed. And yet she felt something else, something more intense, something deeper, something primal… As heavy and overwhelming as a lingering pain she couldn’t pinpoint anywhere in her own body.

“But we’re here now.” Din reconnected his jetpack to his backplate. “So, I’ll go fly by these inlets, and search this whole mountain for ruins of villages and temples carved in, like it’s described in Cornell’s files, and then…”

He shook his head slowly.

“And then search for another before running out of fuel.”

Elara gave him a kind smile.

“You’ll need this, then…”

He took the datapad she held out to him.

“Thank you.”

And he preceded her out of the cabin and to the shuttle in which they entered. Din put the datapad on the dashboard that he then began to switch on and set up. A step during which the child grabbed the open collar of Elara’s jacket. She looked down at him.

“It’s gonna be alright,” she murmured, fondling his little hand. “Like Gun said, if there are Jedi down there, they will know how to take care of you proper.”

“Prrr…”

Elara winced a poor smile and took the small metal toy from one of her pockets. The child’s eyes didn’t drift from hers, even as he took the toy in his free hand.

“I’m glad we’ve met. I hope you’ll remember us when you’ll be a big, wise Jedi soon… 'Cause I’m sure you will!”

Pent-up tears stung her throat as she spoke again:

“You’re a good kid…”

“Aaah!”

She held him close, and the child rubbed his forehead against her cheek. Din was getting up from the pilot’s seat when the shuttle began to hum and shake softly under their feet.

“Goodbye, Tip-yip,” she said again, before giving him back to Din’s arms.

With both hands, Elara pushed away the tears and faced the impassive visor, sniffing. He said to her, his vocoded voice more tight than usual:

“I’ll get back to your landing position once I’ll know for certain what’s out there, or not…”

Elara pursed her lips and nodded in response before touching his gloved hand; her fingers found their way under the leather and Din relaxed the muscles in his hand to welcome them against his palm.

“Crent’s files were also talking of many unknown dangers and predators out there,” she reminded him, trying to keep her anxiety under control. “And we don’t know what may still be lurkin’ now…”

She bit her lip and Din folded his fingers over hers in his glove.

“Just…come back alive,” she then whispered to him low enough to hide the emotion in her voice.

Words to which Din nodded a single time. He then lowered his head a little to touch Elara’s forehead with his helmet’s. Heart lighter, she closed her eyes at this contact and even managed to smile. Then, they stepped apart and she released his hand.

“I’ll keep my link open,” he told her. “And the shuttle’s too.”

“You better!”

She took one last look at the child and stroked the tip of one of his ears, then forced herself to back up, and finally turned to get out of the shuttle, her breath short and a lump in her throat. Din closed behind her. The Riser’s hatch locked with a pressurising sound and the whole bulkhead shook a little as the shuttle disengaged.

Her steps stiff and fists balled, she walked back to the cockpit where Neal and Ron had slowed down for Din to separate from the ship; Elara could see the shuttle now gliding more slowly a few meters below, and in the opposite direction. An overwhelming feeling, bordering on irrational fear, came over her and she ran her hands through her hair, scratching her skin with her short fingernails down to the back of her neck as if hoping to get rid of it. But the feeling lasted, swelling in her chest, almost suffocating her.

“The sensors indicate that the selected site is safe for landing, captain.”

TC’s modulated voice pulled Elara from her thoughts and the shuttle disappeared as the Riserturned.

“Ok, no time to waste,” Neal told them. “We have a lot of repairs to keep us busy up until next nightfall, whenever that will be here!”

And as the ship plunged on a downward curve, Elara felt like she was sinking with it.

The shuttle was sinking into the night, dark with a mass of iron-tinged clouds that flickered briefly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning. And it must have been a storm forming over the sea, stretching in angry black waves as far as the eye could see. The inlets in claw marks were fringed with grey foam at every wave that came crashing against the rock and earth, and Din pushed the shuttle’s engines a little against a strong gust of wind that threatened to knock him off course by several meters.

By the light of a new cloud-coated flash, Din could spot the ruined shapes of what may once have been a village further down these inlets and higher up on what looked like a flat hill; the stone foundations of buildings covered with blackened vegetation, the long curve of a fortification facing the land broken by fallen dead trees, the ruins of a towering archway that opened to a wide mountain path that nature seemed to have failed to claim.

Din flew over the ruins of this lifeless village, explored the surroundings and those of the mountain which stood like a row of dark thorns, careful to follow the twists and turns of the path, which sometimes disappeared into the rocky crags and the night, until he found his destination under a new flash of storm; the entrance to a cave, its thick, carved lintel half collapsed. Jaw set, he took a deep breath; apparently, he had just found the gate of one of those temples about the use and significance of which Cornell had speculated so much in his notes.

Another flash of lightning in the clouds cast an ominous glow over the entrance to the cave; the storm was approaching. Din flew over the nearby area, slowing down a little to try and find a safe place to land, but the whole mountainside was far too steep to accommodate a ship, even one as small and agile as his. He would have to land in the valley, possibly even as low as near the village, and jetpack up here. And he wasn’t too happy about that, with the threat of a storm on the horizon. But Din sighed softly and turned the craft around, heading for the foot of the mountain. There, and a little further away from the village in sight of its collapsed arch gate, Din would land the shuttle on a flat, fairly solid-looking strip of land. The thrusters grumbled and didn’t allow for as controlled a landing as Din used to make; the whole interior shook as the landing gears made contact with the ground, and even the child squeaked a little in the chair behind him.

With a few flick of switches, Din brought the shuttle and its entire dashboard to a halt before standing up. Through the narrow viewport that faced the ruins of the village several meters away, he could make out that the sun had to be rising on the coast, somewhere behind the thick black clouds that were packing against the mountains from the sea. No, Din really didn’t like the idea of being stuck in a storm, here or in this cave.

Teeth clenched but resolute, he walked around his seat to find the child, strangely silent and perhaps even a little pale; he raised his large eyes to his visor without a sound, and blinked slowly, his little toy clutched in his hands. Not knowing what to say to him to break the heavy silence, he first put his jetpack on his back. Then, he leaned over to the child and took him in his arms.

“C'mon, kid…”

To speak these words hurt, like trying to speak with a pair of hands clasped around his throat. And yet he added bravely:

“We’re gonna have to fly all the way up there, so… why don’t you give me that and I’ll keep it safe for you.”

He held out the palm of his gloved hand. The child looked up at him, seemed to hesitate, his ears drooping and letting out a small squeak which Din felt pulsing in his arm clamped around him. Then, with a last look at his toy, he placed it in Din’s hand, who weighed it, still detailing it; if he had been astonished, and even impressed, to discover another of the unexpected things this little one knew how to do, now Din wondered at the extent of all he had been taught, and why.

“Don’t worry,” he said, tucking the toy into one of the blasterbelt’s leather pockets. “I’ll give it back to you once we’re back here.”

He didn’t expect to find anyone in that cave, but rather clues, traces that he would have to track down to the actual hidding place of anyone matching the description of one of those Jedi in Cornell’s documents.

Din then walked to the shuttle’s hatch and pressed the panel in the bulkhead; the door slid open onto a dead, grey landscape of which he felt nothing of the cool temperature read by the sensors, sheltered in his armor. With a glance, he checked on the kid ; he didn’t look surprised or bothered by the cold so he jumped with two feet from the hatch’s edge into the thin fog crawling on the ground. And, after closing the shuttle, he walked towards the village’s ruins in an unnerving silence, aside from the crunching of thick, brownish grass under his boots and the distant rumble of waves in the inlets far down the hillside.

Din walked through the broken archway, stepping over some of its huge rubble, covered with the dull, singed foliage under the pallid mist that stretched out in shreds, and startling a few insects with long, iridescent wings that fluttered noiselessly into the questionable shelter of a peeled bush. But Din went past the bush without disturbing its occupants any further, walking between these ghostly buildings whose walls were lying on the ground, their stone smoothed by time like pebbles in a river bed.

Further on, after having climbed a cracked pillar, thrown across a long path knitted with black vines like a web of sharp veins, Din found this other arch that opened on to the mountain and its path still visible from the sky. And it was also visible from the ground, despite the mist and brambles.

“That’s from where we’ll go airborne,” Din muttered for the child, still silent in the crook of his arm. “There’s a cave up that path…”

With a wave of his hand, he pointed to the dirt and rock path that nature seemed to carefully avoid, save for those black, thorney vines he’d had to burn to get through — but quite frankly, Din would rather save his time, and flamethrower’s fuel in case of actual danger, not use it foolishly on a mere annoyance while he could just fly, even at the cost of discretion.

“Hold on tight, ok?”

The child cooed a little, tiny fingers gripping his thumb and Din activated his jetpack, the burning heat of which he felt behind his legs, even through the fabric of his flightsuit. He looked at the sky and the surroundings; everything felt frozen in time, everything felt dead, as Elara had said. Yet, Din would still be mindful. Many things and people he had thought dead had become his most pressing concerns…

Din took a step towards the arch, and then another to take off. Another flash of lightning shone through the cloud layer, casting a gloomy light over the ground and the village’s ruins which grew smaller as he rose. The fog seemed thicker between the shapes of collapsed buildings and their bare foundations, greyer, like smoke, the harsh taste of which he thought he could feel on his tongue and scratch his throat. He thought he heard the echo of distant screams on the wind, the cracking sound of blasterfire over the wooshing of his jetpack, and the ruins he left behind blended with vivid memories of his own village.

Din gritted his teeth, and held the child tighter against him, to turn his focus and the weight of his body towards the eastern side of the mountain where he would find the entrance to the cave.

Wooossshtt!

As soon as Din’s feet touched the almost flat rock ground that stretched across the entrance to the cavern, the jetpack’s thrusters shut down. If a slight buzzing sound lingered in his ears, everything around him was as silent and lifeless as in the valley. Even the storm and the wind hadn’t yet reached that side of the mountain that the pale morning light was trying to reach through the thick clouds. Against him, the child wiggled a little. So, Din unwrapped the safety of his arms to check on him ; he looked fine, though he gave him a look that Din found a little anxious. Quite frankly, so was he… And even more so when he turned to the gaping, pitch-black entrance of the cave. Its massive frame, carved with faded patterns, was split in two and laid across, but as Din approached it, he found that it wouldn’t block his way in at all. With one hand, he reached into one of his blasterbelt pockets and pulled out his rifle’s spot lamp, which he secured to the side of his helmet.

“Ok.” Din sighed without taking his eyes off the the giant stone rubble and the darkness beyond. “Let’s be careful in those ruins…”

He heard the child squeak a little and stomp his arm to curl up against his chestplate, one of his ears folded against the beskar. So, taking his reaction as a sign that he was ready, Din lit his lamp and stepped under the broken gate. He didn’t even have to bend down. The beam of light splashed across the high walls of bare rock and a pathway littered with more carved stone and rubble, that Din avoided and stepped over cautiously. At least the ground felt solid under his feet. And a few meters further on, it gave way to a long descent of wide, rock-cut steps into an oval room, empty except for piles of dust and more rubble; Din looked up, and the beam of his lamp followed, to see a few small chips of stone and dust raining down from an archway that stretched so high in the darkness that it was almost invisible.

A deep, low rumble was echoing in there, like the snoring of a giant beast sleeping in the womb of the mountain. And if Din’s first thoughts turned to mythosaurs and the legendary Taunruk, which had given its name to the mountain range that dominated Kragsted and the stronghold, his logic and knowledge of natural environments leaned more towards the sea and the wind that crashed in waves against the mountain on the coast. And there was something mind-numbing about that slow, steady rumble… Din could fe

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This book is a blast! (Pun kinda intended).

I found myself laughing outloud every other page, Mr. ian doescher made a magnificent work re imagining Star Wars as a classic play. So many good quotes, I barely have space to write, so:

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A blaster. Nay, the lightsaber mantains

A noble elegance, a Jedi’s pride.

‘Tis something for a civiliz’d new age.”

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 One of the larger commission I completed for @ishayn.aukai of their nautolan facing consequences of

One of the larger commission I completed for @ishayn.aukai of their nautolan facing consequences of his past actions facing him with a broken shell of someone he looked up as a father, a friend, a mentor.

This was a blast to work with. Isha had so clear references and open mind to work together with to bring this scene to life and give justice to his character.
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Couple of more Togruta designs - Yrhi and Meer. Couple of more Togruta designs - Yrhi and Meer. 

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Full scene illustration commission for Isha from IG - their Nautolan Jedi against an ex good friend Dark Jedi Fosh -


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Long time not uploading here - probably because I really dislike the new layout and my Xklit not wants to pick up my addons to make it look the way I am more comfortable with it but.. have this massive Star Wars themed Painted avatar commission bunch (from March/April)!

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