star boy.

introduction.

hello, i’m lettuce! i’m a 20 y/o college student with zero motivation! i’m more active on discord, so if we’re mutuals feel free to ask for it! i don’t have any triggers, but i ask that the standard stuff be tagged in case i’m having a bad day. otherwise i’m pretty easygoing. feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions!

following.

i am as selective as i see fit, and i’m mutuals only. if i’m following you, i want to interact, so no scare there. if i don’t follow you, don’t take it personally. i have weird moods and get picky about who i want to talk to. it’s nothing against you, honest. if i’m not following you, you can still send asks, but they won’t be made into threads.

threads.

i prefer para to multi-para, but i’m open to one-liners as well. if you would like to make an ask into a thread, please move it to a new post and tag me. i roleplay when i feel like, so i might reply immediately or it might take me ten weeks. if you think i’ve forgotten, feel free to poke me.

shipping.

i am open to shipping if there is chemistry. if you’re sensing a connection between our muses, don’t be afraid to reach out! i am multi-ship, and each ship will have its own verse. i currently do not have a main verse ship.

nsfw.

i am of age and so is my muse. nsfw is a possibility, but it will only be with people i trust and probably will be over discord. all nsfw will be tagged, of course. i am also open to darker topics, but they need to be discussed. if you’re unsure, ask. i will do the same. everything will be tagged.

own characters and alternative universes.

yes

biography.

early life.

jackal is unsure where or when he was born. hell, he doesn’t even know that he’s fully human.  his first memories are of a boring colony on some backwoods, middle-of-nowhere planet. he assumes he grew up there with his ’parents’ ( who look nothing like him ). it was a nice enough upbringing if a bit dull. they had food, water, shelter, and, of course, raiders. they ransacked the colony once a cycle and took about half their food. they ruled the place, and jackal admired them. when he was a teen, he joined them.

the raiders taught jackal to fight, to pillage, to steal. they taught him that the world would destroy him unless he destroyed it first, and he was all too happy to believe them. until they raided his parents’ farm. jackal was ordered to take everything. it was his initiation, but he refused. they killed his parents anyway and razed the farm anyway.

distraught, jackal hijacked one of the colony’s only ships and took off into space. he wandered aimlessly for years, picking up odd jobs on random colonies. finally he settled into something of a transport service for less-than-legal merchandise. he traveled the universe with weapons, drugs, and stolen property.

qila.

jackal was lonely. he had no family, no friends. only enemies and clients. so when a strange white box was loaded onto his ship, he took interest. inside was a small device that held the entirety of an advanced artificial intelligence named qila. jackal was taken with her immediately. he hijacked her systems and installed them into his ship, effectively stealing her and the small bracelet she is housed on. now she acts as his first mate. she navigates, runs diagnostics, and insults jackal. theoretically someone is still searching for her, but they haven't run into any trouble yet.

nomad.

jackal doesn't make a habit of stealing what he transports, honest. it just keeps happening...

at first, jackal hardly noticed nomad. they were in a tiny box inside another sealed box. he was to transport them and get a pretty penny from it. unfortunately he didn't know that nomad was one of the most sought after beings in the universe. he immediately ran into trouble. his ship took massive damage, which broke the seal on the box and revealed nomad. nomad is a small worm-like creature around an inch long. they are semi-sentient and half machinery. panicked, nomad searched for the most readily available vessel to keep it safe. which, at that point, was jackal's hear. mortified, he tried to get them out but to no avail. and he didn't dare get them surgically removed lest the people who attacked his ship track him down.

and besides, nomad isn't so bad. they translate for him and are real helpful in a pinch. they don't seem to do any damage, and jackal can't deny that the sudden influx of knowledge is really nice.

present.

They spoke in a soft, blank robotic voice.

“I am C-001. I belong to and operate under the commands of the Kavsek Labs.” There was a quiet clicking sound from their forearm, but nothing outwardly happened for now.

The monotone voice set him on edge, and his finger curled around the trigger of his blaster. He jumped at the soft clicking but managed to not immediately shoot the assassin. The name of the organization, however, made him even more uneasy. 

Jackal fell silent, waiting for Nomad to fill him in on all juicy details about Kavsek Labs, but there was nothing. He swallowed thickly. 

When C-001 awoke, it was without fanfare. They didn’t move, shift, sketch, groan, nothing. There was no slow transition to awareness. One moment, they were unconscious, and the next, their pure black eyes were open and they were staring at Jackal. After a few moments they lifted their head, straightening into a more proper position, their face perfectly blank. They had no questions, nor anything to say, so instead they waited for Jackal to speak.

It took him a long moment to even realize they were awake. When he did, he immediately grappled for his blaster and aimed it at the would-be assassin. He was never much good at interrogation, but he hoped their positions would be enough to get some information. 

The honorific bugged Lotor, probably because he couldn’t quite tell if it was meant sarcastically or not.

The surprise, though, that he was sadly used to. People didn’t expect the child of a tyrant to risk his life trying to help others.

“…Thank you,” he said after a moment. “You will be rewarded handsomely.” He leaned back, mirroring Jackal’s posture. “Do you have any questions?”

Jackal looked back out at his ship. It was an older model that needed several repairs, but it had held up against attack before. Grant it, they weren’t attacks from a Galra blockade. 

He looked back to Lotor. 

info. 

goals

If you asked him, Jackal would say he’s in it for the money. Or he would say that he doesn’t have any goals and is just living his best life. Truthfully, though, he’s not sure what he wants to do or how to navigate this massive universe where he’s barely a blip. He’s terrified of fading away and never meaning anything, but at the same time, he’s terrified of dying. It’s a constant struggle between wanting to be great and wanting to be alive. He doesn’t see any way to have both. 

If you dug a bit deeper, though, you would find that what he really wants is a home. Jackal is mind-numbingly lonely. He has Qila and Nomad, sure, but Qila can only go as far as her programming allows and Nomad is only sort of sentient. 

info. 

smuggling

Jackal is not picky when it comes to his job. If it’s not sentient, he’ll smuggle it ( of course, sometimes he gets burned when they don’t tell him something is sentient as is the case with nomad ). He’ll transport drugs, weapons, stolen goods, raw materials, you name it. If it fits in his ship and can’t think for itself, he’ll take it wherever you want it to go. 

other smugglers 

He smoothed his hands over his pants again and again, nerves making it difficult to think, but this was the best course of action. He couldn’t just abandon them to wastes, but he couldn’t let them go either. So he waited. 

The entire scuffle happened so fast, Jackal could barely remember what happened. Nomad alerted him to danger, and he had just enough time to say something to Qila. Qila did...whatever it was she did, and the assassin had crumpled. The next several minutes were a flurry of Jackal scampering around in search of bindings that could hold an assassin. Even now he wasn’t sure they would hold. 

He chewed his lip, leg bouncing as he waited. 

Lotor sighed at the inevitable question, reaching up to pulled his hood back a bit with one finger.

The light fell across what might or might not be recognizable features. His name would more than likely ring a bell, if his face didn’t.

“Prince Lotor.” The title wouldn’t carry weight with a guy like this, he was certain, but it was still worth stating.

He raised a brow. 

He was expecting some freedom fighter - maybe one of their leaders if he was lucky. But the exiled prince of the Galra? Now that just sounded like the lead up to a bad joke. 

Jackal sat back in his and scratched at his ear. Nomad was feeding him small points of information that were, honestly, not his business. He ignored them. 

A ship had landed not too long ago, and though he hadn’t gotten a good look, he heard a little voice whisper Altean. Eventually the curiosity got the better of him, and he slid from his perch over the marketplace. His feet hit the ground with a decisive thud, and he made his way through the crowd. 

Jackal wasn’t entirely sure just where the ship had landed, but he wasn’t any hurry. He took a few puffs off his pipe as he meandered in the ship’s general direction, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. 

So imagine his surprise when he saw humans. 

Jackal nearly tripped over his own feet as he gaped at them. His jaw hung open dumbly, and for a long moment, he only stared. 

He had never seen another human before. 

verse 003. ( mandalorian )

jackal is a smuggler operating within the known galaxy. he transports stolen goods and contraband to and from clients alongside his first mate, an artificial intelligence named qila, and whatever the hell is in his ear.

see about for more information.

Not getting immediately turned down was a good sign. He ducked his head almost imperceptibly, deepening the shadows on his face. Not that he expected his identity to stay secret, really.

“As much as your ship can carry,” he replied. “Food, guns, and quintessence. My own ships would provide a distraction, so that you may slip through the cracks and deliver the supplies to a specified location on the surface.”

He looked over his shoulder at his ship. It wasn’t particularly large, but it could carry enough to supply a large militia. And if the Galra were blockading this planet, then it sounded like they needed all they could get. 

Jackal turned back to his employer with a nod. 

“Just give me the location, and the supplies and I’ll be on my way.”

He leaned to the side, again trying to peak beneath the hood.