#dutybound

@the-darkest-voyage

!! Just a, just a sec, sweets-

Voyager, I've been, uhm- preoccupied, apologies.

I didn't realize that my old phone had synced my photos from it onto my Google Drive, so I found this old Fassad sketch from 2020. I never really shared much about my DutyBound plans for him but one of the things I remember deciding was that his hair would be like Mario and Luigi's and that he always dyes it (along with his mustache) to hide that it's actually pink like Ionia's.

(cw: sexual content)

Do you want to know the best part? We thought we actually won.

               I don’t pretend to be a strategist. I was never working at the highest level. But when they called me back from the border that first time, told me to pack up because we’d beat the skeleton crew of tin suits back, I was more than ready to believe it. We all were. Whether Lord Kaien was a puppet or a true father of the resistance – and you’ll hear either side, depending on which tavern you sit in at which time of day – that day, we were all ready to sing his praises down the bombed-out streets. For the first time in most of our lives (and you have to remember, here, just how many fathers and mothers died in that first invasion), we had achieved something. We’d achieved not a boot in the face, a lash or a harsh word, but something real, precious, almost tangible for all the reality that it was a fleeting dream. More, it was the biggest fucking thing any of us could imagine. And what did we do?

               We partied. We, who couldn’t rub two grains of barley together if you rounded up all of our cousins along with us, we got loud and stupid and drunk on all the watered-down wine we could dig out of collapsed cellars. I was hungrier than a street dog when I wandered into the camp-turned-festival, and the first thing I did was pound so much grain liquor I thought my heart would stop then and there. Maybe, a little bit, I wanted it to. Maybe spending moons in the dark, on my own, and coming back to the crashing of cymbals and steel-plated heads shoved on pikes wasn’t the welcome I needed. But fuck me if I was going to kill the mood.

Chapters: 8/9 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: X-Wing Series - Aaron Allston & Michael Stackpole, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Derek "Hobbie" Klivian, Wes Janson, Wedge Antilles, Tycho Celchu, Leia Organa, Ackbar (Star Wars), Airen Cracken, Garik "Face" Loran, Tyria Sarkin, Kell Tainer, Rogue Squadron Members (Star Wars), Wraith Squadron Members (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Depression, Presumed Dead, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Amnesia, Wakes & Funerals, Survivor Guilt, Captured by The Empire, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

After the Battle of Distna, Rogue Squadron is presumed dead, except for one survivor.

DutyBound- Chapter 0 Page 21

It is a mystery…

Mending the Broken Pieces

It’s symbolic.  Happy father’s day.