darling dearest dead

penned   by   RICHIE   for   GALACTICSHQ.

HAN   SOLO.   intro.   wanted.   headcanon.

MALAK.   intro.   wanted.  headcanon.

TARRE   VIZSLA.   intro.   wanted.   headcanon.

PANDORA   GALILEE.   intro.   wanted.   headcanon.

RAE   SLOANE.   intro.   wanted.   headcanon.

BOBA   FETT.   intro.   wanted.   headcanon.

Jaster grinned brightly as his grandson approached him. Jango had given him a heads up that Boba had been brought back to them as well, and Jaster couldn’t wait to meet his bu’ad. He was deeply unhappy with how Jango had given him a grandchild, but that was a separate issues. 

“Bob’ika! Jango told me you might come see me.” he said happily, stepping over to the young man and reaching out, gripping Boba’s arm and pulling him into a hug instead “You have no idea how happy I am to meet you.” 

BOB’IKA.   he   had   not   heard   that   name   in   almost   longer   than   he   could   remember.   it   was   associated   with   a   kind   of   warmth   that   was   long   gone   or   only   ever   half   there.   his   shoulders   tensed   stiffly   as   jaster   pulled   him   forwards,   stumbling   into   his   arms   ---   a   HUG,   he   realized   numbly,   before   his   brain   could   follow   throw   with   the   recognition   of   some   kind   of   threat.   it   was   kinda   kriffing   sad.   he   did   not   know   what   to   do.  

awkwardly   he   patted   jaster   on   the   back,   face   smushed   against   his   shoulder.   ❛   i’m.   glad   to   meet   you   too,   ❜   he   said,   because   he   did   not   know   WHAT   ELSE   there   was   to   say.   ❛   jango   told   me   about   you.   ❜   he   was   still   coming   around   to   calling   him   buir   again.  

brows crinkled toward one another for a moment, as though she might say something more toward them on the matter, but the words don’t make it past her glossed lips. there’s greater concern than she could quite voice at the moment, not out of lack of how to say it, but… it was heavy and they already needed to take things easy and heal. “sometimes tragedy brings out the best in people, even those that are dicks.” in a galaxy as large as the one they lived in, it seemed unlikely that either one of them would identify who it was. “either way, i’m glad you’re alright. it’d be quite cross if i was given this whole chance to get to know my son-in-law, just to lose you.”

❛   ...   yeah,   maybe   so.   ❜   maybe   that   is   what   had   happened   with   HIM.   after   alderaan.   after   the   first   death   star.   it   is   hard   to   see   a   thing   like   that   and   walk   away   from   it   the   same.   maybe   it   was   not   only   the   skywalkers   that   had   brought   out   the   best   in   him.   he   has   a   tendency   to   get   all   uncomfortably   THOUGHTFUL   when   they   are   cooped   up   in   a   med   bay   --   looks   like   this   time   will   be   no   different.   they   gave   her   a   flicker   of   a   smile   at   her   words.   ❛   aw,   you   going   all   soft   on   me   ?   ❜

   Tevus had decided to go to the Canto Bight event for two reasons, first he was interested in seeing who was going to win this Fathier race, and to keep his mind off this invasion, and secondly because this was one of the hottest vacation spots in the galaxy, if he could work out something with the Corporate Sector Authority, tips or deals tying Canto Bight’s economy to Iloh’s he could bring so much money to his homeworld. Waiting for his meeting with the ExO and Direx board, his eyes fell on Han Solo, 

“Well well well, they seemingly let any old scoundrel here don’t they? They bolt your remote to your nightstand?” 

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han   glanced   up   from   the   table   of   snacks   that   they   were   picking   over,   a   crooked   smile   automatically   flashing   across   his   face.   ❛   oh,   yeah.   ‘s   the   side   benefit   of   MARRYING   UP,   you   know,   they’d   let   me   walk   right   into   bank   vaults   these   days.   ❜   not   if   they   were   smart,   but   he’d   made   a   living   for   a   good   long   time   off   of   other   people’s   lack   of   smartness.   ❛   they   even   gave   me   the   CODE   to   the   hangar.   ❜

Third Sister had quickly become bored with the beasts of burden running loops around the track and the mundane tittering of high society. She had left the Aristocra behind and joined the Empire precisely to escape these idle pursuits. They spotted a stunning woman with clever eyes—too clever for the gaggle of politicians around her. With a flick of her wrist, Third toppled a serving droid with the Force, spilling its drink tray onto a particularly pompous-looking senator. 

“What an unfortunate turn of events. Drink? I assure this one won’t spill. I would never dream of committing such a crime against that charming outfit. You have impeccable taste, Miss…?”

@finitefm​​   (Pandora)

dealing   with   politicians   had   been   pandora’s   job   for   years   and   even   then   they   STILL   managed   to   give   her   a   headache.   she   hid   a   smile   as   the   senator   had   his   accident   with   the   serving   droid,   concealed   behind   a   turned   cheek.   luckily   she   was   saved   from   soothing   the   senator   by   turning   to   her   new   company   with   the   sharp   red   eyes   that   pandora   was   not   likely   to   soon   forget.  

she   smiled.   ❛   oh,   yes   please.   i   was   a   little   worried   for   my   dress’   SAFETY.   pandora   galilee,   thank   you.   and   you   are   ...   ?   ❜

   Some of the last people Mon wanted to speak to during all of this were political operatives, and yet right now they were amongst the most important people she had to speak too. Usually the companies they served, or the special interests they fought for made or break campaigns, and right now while she had no actual opposition, she did not need any such opposition to rise against her during a military crisis, it would only split the New Republic in half. So here she was sitting down with Pandora Galilee, ready to ask for her input on things. Smiling as she offered her a hand, once the other woman entered her office. 

“Pandora, so good to see you, I am sure you have heard about the peace conference that will soon be taking place between Rae Sloane, and I……I wanted to get your input, and thoughts on such an event.” 

@finitefm

it   was   rare   that   pandora   consulted   with   chancellor   mothma   --   at   least   while   on   the   SAME   SIDE   as   her.   she   had   worked   for   opposition   groups   plenty   of   times   and   would   continue   to   do   so   as   long   as   they   continued   to   PAY   HANDSOMELY   for   it.   she   would   like   to   say   that   she   had   little   care   as   to   the   politics   of   who   she   worked   for.   her   thriving   business   during   the   empire   should   have   said   as   much   for   her.   but   on   occasion   pangs   of   conscience   tugged   at   her   heart   and   there   were   some   causes   she   would   not   touch   with   a   fifteen   foot   pole.   ALL   THIS   TO   SAY   :   she   was   not   the   worst   of   them   though   sadly   her   wallet   might   have   suffered   for   it.  

she   strode   forwards   and   shook   chancellor   mothma’s   hand,   giving   her   a   warm   smile   in   return.   ❛   it’s   good   to   see   you   as   well,   chancellor.   ❜   her   parents   had   taught   her   that   POLITENESS   PAID   in   business   dealings   and   she   had   always   believed   them.   ❛   yes,   i   have.   ❜   she   thought   for   a   moment,   choosing   her   forwards   carefully.   ❛   i’m   sure   you   know   that   there   are   some   people,   likely   those   who   worked   with   the   rebellion,   that   won’t   want   ANY   kind   of   peace   agreement   with   the   likes   of   the   first   order.   ❜   she   would   have   to   speak   to   senator   organa   about   that,   get   a   reading   as   to   where   she   stood   --   leia’s   fire   was   legendary   and   her   power   was   NOT   to   be   underestimated.   where   would   her   priorities   fall   ?

   With all that was going on the galaxy, Stassam was working in overdrive to spread their influence, ensure alliances were kept, and that what they wanted to see happen, happened. They would still have to continue their little project around Malak, knowing that the Sith Lord of old had to be lurking within this Jedi facade. Despite the additional help they would be getting from this chaos, they knew that it would be a task that required time and patience. So they approached the Jedi when they had the chance with caution.

“Malak, so funny to be seeing you again so soon. I hope all has been going well for you in these truly chaotic time. I know though, better times are on the horizon for us all, and as an esteemed Jedi, I am sure you know better than most on how to survive these trying times.” 

@finitefm​

he   knew   it   was   sick   but   malak   felt   more   at   peace   than   he   ever   had   since   being   dragged   to   this   time.   these   yuuzhan   vong   invaders   were   dangerous   threats,   the   beginning   of   a   war.   and   he   could   fight.   it   seemed   like   that   was   what   he   did   best.   what   gave   him   PURPOSE.   meetra   might   not   have   liked   it   but   --   fighting   was   simple.   it   was   easier   than   struggling   with   past   crimes   that   he   did   not   remember.   he   could   twist   himself   out   of   shape   for   the   safety   of   others   and   he   could   be   GOOD   at   it.  

he   straightened   up   when   someone   approached,   brows   furrowing   slightly   as   he   recognized   stassam.   AGAIN.   he   was   not   sure   what   to   make   of   them   but   they   had   always   been   polite   enough.   ❛   mr.   char.   i   am   as   well   as   i   can   be.   yourself   ?   ❜   a   small   smile   flickered   as   their   last   sentence   though   one   could   call   it   grim,   a   nod.   ❛   this   won’t   be   my   FIRST   war.   if   that’s   what   it   comes   to.   ❜   he   was   utterly   certain   that   it   would.  

closed for malak / @finitefm​​ !

meetra ignited her lightsaber, the uncannily pale blue casting shadows on her face. “spar with me,” she said simply. “unless you think you’ll lose.” the best way to get malak to do most things, she was fairly sure, was to goad him. his stubbornness could be useful that way.

malak   started   to   dismiss   her   with   a   laugh   --   then   caught   his   eyes   flaring   at   her   next   words,   lips   stretching   in   a   challenging   grin.   ❛   those   are   FIGHTING   WORDS,   surik   ---   and   for   the   record,   i   know   you   did   that   on   purpose.   ❜   he   drew   his   lightsaber   anyways,   adding   his   own   dark   blue   to   the   glow.   ❛   LADIES   FIRST.   ❜   that   was   not   tactical   (   he   knew   she   was   too   good   to   underestimate,   or   had   been   in   his   time   )   merely   a   returning   jab.

CLOSED   for   @onecassian​​   ft   CASSIAN   ANDOR

rae   tilts   her   head   and   watches   the   slim   man   carefully.   ❛   well,   you   clearly   know   who   I   am.   that   feels   unfair.   ❜

CLOSED   for   @0fchandrila​​   ft   MON   MOTHMA

❛   chancellor   mothma.   ❜   rae’s   voice   is   as   cold   and   smooth   as   durasteel.   ❛   what   a   surprise   to   see   you   here.   ❜

CLOSED   for   @vizsla-forgotten​​   ft   PAZ   VIZSLA

❛   another   mando.   ❜   boba   grunted,   dark   eyes   gleaming   warily   from   under   his   helmet.   ❛   this   rift   bring   back   the   whole   kriffing   planet   ?   ❜

CLOSED   for   @mvchinery​​​   ft   LEIA   ORGANA

❛   princess.   ❜   boba   is   not   entirely   sure   what   to   make   of   this   new   SENATOR   ORGANA   yet.   she   knows   the   future   him,   treats   him   with   an   easy   unconcern   that   grates   against   his   young   ego.   her   eyes   are   sharp.   she   killed   jabba   the   hutt.   (   he   does   his   research.   )   part   of   him   is   impressed.   he   LIKES   that   in   a   woman.   ❛   i   didn’t   think   this   was   your   kind   of   place.   ❜

Jaster had learned quickly that Mandalore had suffered a worse fate than even he had imagined. It grieved him to know that his planet had been glassed a second time, and it left him with little hope that any Mandalorians were left in the galaxy.

But the distinctive armor that he saw ahead of him made him pause for more than one reason. He hadn’t expected to run into another Mando’ade, but beyond that, he knew that armor. That armor belonged to Tarre Vizsla and Jaster knew there was no other it could possibly belong to.

He quickened his pace and caught up to the other, pulling his helmet off and wishing he had been able to repaint his beskar and patch his cape before this “Su’cuy, of all the Mando’ade I expected to see in this new time, I can’t say that you were among them.”

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tarre   turned   when   someone   called,   gaze   flicking   over   unfamiliar   beskar.   RELIEF   swept   over   them   as   it   did   every   time   they   encountered   a   mandalorian   in   this   time,   gratitude.   their   people   had   been   plentiful   and   unified   back   in   their   day   (   and   they   felt   ancient   for   thinking   that   )   and   the   adjustment   to   the   scattered   few   they   were   greeted   by   still   made   their   chest   feel   tight.  

❛   su   cuy’gar,   ❜   they   replied,   a   small   smile   glinting   beneath   their   helmet   as   they   offered   him   a   hand   for   the   customary   hello.   ❛   you   aren’t   the   first   to   say   so.   i’m   rather   FAR   from   home.   ❜

“A Mandalorian?”  And one who appears strong with the Force, she does not say aloud. That is unusual… which makes them interesting. Third extends their hand palm-down to be kissed.  “Well, Tarre Visla, you may call me Third Sister. It is my sincerest pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, if your business requires admittance to my charming territory here, I will be collecting a percentage of any materials or bounties you extract.”  Desperate scavengers hunting for scrap for their homeworlds’ broken communication relays have already proven quite the profitable venture, yet something tells Third that there is more to this Mandalorian than that.

they   nodded   slightly,   armor   gleaming   though   they   were   not   wearing   their   helmet.   they   grasped   her   hand   but   do   not   KISS   it   lightly   squeezing   and   releasing   instead.   they   had   been   mand’alor   once   and   they   would   bow   to   none   but   their   successors,   no   matter   how   polite   they   wanted   to   be.   ❛   i’m   sure   the   pleasure   is   mine.   ❜   they   were   not.   they   tilted   their   head   at   their   mention   of   percentages   ---   they   were   no   bounty   hunter   but   they   had   heard   of   what   some   would   call   EXTORTION   in   the   area.   ❛   what   percentage,   exactly   ?   ❜

❛   you   think   i   need   to   hear   you   say   that   ?   ❜   boba's   voice   is   harder   than   durasteel.   ❛   YOU   ?   you   have   no   idea   what   i   have   survived.   i   know   i   can   take   this.   i   can   take   anything.   ❜

❛   that   feels   a   little   POINTED,   char.   ❜

( for malak )

❛   you   can   get   angry,   bastila.   you   can   get   ANGRY.   ❜   that   was   what   he   had   done.   after   the   mandalorians   had   burned   his   quelii   to   a   crisp.