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"You know, you seem to forget an awful lot of things, Jedi." "I told you I'm not a Jedi anymore."
More images of Mylrian and Captain Boxer (or at least the closest approximation I can get in Star Wars Genesis, had to settle for no stolen ARC Trooper gear and the ND-5 Trenchcoat and no 'self-drawn' BX-Captain markings in a matching colour) because I love them and this too is yuri
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Well, she might not have the stolen ARC trooper pauldrons or her black travelling cloak or the intentionally-shoddily-painted BX Captain insignias, but I put Andreja in the ND-5 outfit, setscaled to 1.12, gave her a funny hat, and honestly the suit's voice filter matches up pretty close with what I imagined her sounding like in my fic minus the accent in some parts.
So, yeah sure, close enough, welcome back Captain Boxer!
Mylrian's near-constant companion, Captain Boxer is an old BX Commando Droid who broke from her programming when a regularly scheduled mindwipe and maintenance checkup didn't take properly, and almost immediately upon gaining free will Boxer leapt at the first opportunity to ditch the droid army with nothing more than an E-5 Blaster and trusty vibrosword at her side, and soon took up mercenary work to fund the inevitable cost of self-repairs and "correcting some manufacturing errors" as she likes to put it.
Her first meeting with Mylrian was on a job where they were both hunting down the same artifact locked away in some Coruscanti snob's private collection, mistaking each other for private security and getting in a tussle, and then agreeing to work the job together. And they made such a great team they mutually figured, why stop there?
very rough potential concept for Captain Boxer's actual appearance in my mind.
When she regained access to her old archived memories, Boxer was drawn by flashes of corrupted memory files to an old battlefield that was long since abandoned, and there she found a contingent of Republic ARC Troopers who had long since rotted away, their armour left untouched by the scavenging creatures. She looked to the Captain's corpse, noting the scorchmark burnt clean through the heart of his pauldron from excessive precise blasts, and in her circuits she knew this had been her own work.
Boxer could never know if this had been her first kill in the Clone Wars, or if this was now merely the first one she'd felt regret over, but it struck something in her. Still adapting to newfound freedom Boxer couldn't help but wonder, if either of them had been given a choice in following their orders, that perhaps this battle never would have happened, and how many countless others would still be alive? At that moment, she vowed to never have that choice taken from her again, and after laying the abandoned souls to rest, she took pieces of the Captain's old armour with her, to wear as a reminder that anything she did from now on would be under her own will alone, not at the beck and call of any general.
Thus, the mercenary/smuggler known as Captain Boxer was born.
And yes, the slutty low waist kama/tassets belt is essential to the design btw, it's just part of her tgirl swag. She clips her vibrosword to it, and wields dual blaster pistols as well :3
she is plagued by an oc that only exists in a fic she hasn't written yet
Boxer's views on organic species is like an elephant's view of us tbh
She's honestly quite fond of them and she thinks they are cute sometimes and likes to poke fun at them, but at the same time she's also wary of organic beings because she's seen just how dangerous they can be towards her and other droids
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thinking about the idea of a droid refuge colony on some planet/station similar to Plazir-15 from the Mandalorian. I think Captain Boxer would think of it as home delivering supplies to the other Clone Wars veterans who didn't get scrapped for parts. She's sweet on an old B1 Battle Droid there who keeps a charging station open and a stash of nano-repair fluid (or whatever they were drinking at the droid bar in that one Mandalorian episode) set aside especially just for her, and yes they're butch 4 femme 💖
thinking about Captain Boxer again. I really need to do something with her soon but idk what. The fic ideas are not coherent enough, and that Star Wars TTRPG campaign my friends wanted to run hasn't taken off bc we are all busy with a DND campaign together.
tbh, the biggest issue is that she is simply too cool for Star Wars, I feel like the setting (both the hypothetical Clone Wars Era campaign, and my alternative timeline fic that I originally developed her for) simply cannot contain the power of her butch tgirl battle droid swag, but unfortunately she is intrinsically linked to it both in terms of her design and her backstory (BX Commando Droid who broke her own programming and wears the pauldron of a clone she killed during the war, along with a cape and a big hat, part-time contract killer/smuggler, full-time droid rights activist and anarchist). Also she and my other OC Jedi Archivist Mylrian are T4T lesbians so I cannot separate them from each other either.
