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My favorite part of collecting shot glasses is that, yeah, you can buy a shitty one from any touristy beach shop but you can also get one with Napoleon on it from the Waterloo gift shop after you climb like 200 steps up the Lion's Mound and the emotional weight of those shot glasses is not the same
"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny
But first! We must thoroughly understand this man's fractured and devastated sense of self. Only then can we truly appreciate how connected he feels to her while finger-banging the soul from her body.
A year later and I still hate how this show boiled down its main characters to fussing over a man. Says the Zeta fan but least Fa had agency outside Kamille and also criticises dedicating life to a man via Reccoa, well least attempted to.
Two amazing ideas they had with a Zeon wins story and a time travel story but it was executed so poorly.
Would love to see if the show gaf about its female characters to see why Lalah kept resetting the timeline outside Char, cus it coulda been interesting to see her character be something more than a tragedy to further the arcs of two men.
also the way the ending was almost legit a dance party ending you see in dreamworks movies.
Machu: Noo shuji, you dont have to kill Lalah!
Shuji: Oh man, you're so right Machu, I agree, lemme kiss you.
Machu: YAAAY IM SO HAPPY
Lalah: Okay I'll leave now, bye, nice seeing yas
Nyaan: and luckily nobody died except the bad guys who had no screen time!
*Machu and Nyaan dance party ensues*
If I ever go insane, you will see a 2 Million word fanfiction rewriting this show on ao3 istfg.
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Relationships: William Tavington/Original Female Character
Word Count: 8,644
Literary Themes: SMUT
Summary: Miss Parker was not consulted when her parents offered their comfortable country estate to the Green Dragoons to serve as headquarters and lodgings. Barred from her home and with a trip to Charles Town planned for the morning, she decides that the only thing to do is to sneak inside to retrieve the rest of her things. She does not expect to be caught and certainly not by a Colonel with ice blue eyes and no patience for her situation. But he seems to be warming up to her…
Or: William Tavington is run ragged by the war and decides he deserves some fun. As a treat.
A Mirror Gabriel Lorca/Katrina Cornwell fic inspired by this image by the infinitely talented @brushbanshee. When I saw that the final image was of Mirror Lorca, I just had to reimagine the scene I thought of for the original sketch with Mirror Lorca trying to navigate the Prime universe and Prime Kat. This is the result.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1500 (I swear it started out as a drabble)
CW: Mirror Lorca is an evil bastard, but I love him.
The knock that sounded on his door was timid, hesitant, like whoever was outside wasn’t sure they wanted him to answer.
Gabriel Lorca was in no mood for visitors, as evidenced by the rather displeased clank the whiskey bottle made against the sideboard when he put it down. He was, however, in the mood for anger and of a mind to take it out on someone other than his liver, and those delicate little knocks presented the perfect outlet for his rage.
He tore open the door, harsh words at the ready, and was met by the face of a ghost. He froze, angry words forgotten at the sight of her.
The woman at the door started, recoiling at the wave of emotion that preceded him like a sortie of antagonism. When he didn’t immediately follow up with his planned onslaught of beratement, she recovered, her features moving from startled to neutral to concerned in the space of a breath.
Gabriel could only stare. The resemblance was…uncanny. He supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised. This universe was filled with familiar faces; he shouldn’t be surprised by hers.
Her hair was damp, her uniform jacket spotted with rain drops. Right. It was raining.
He blinked. She was still there. Standing at his door.
Whoever she was, she was not the Kat he knew. But he had no idea what they were to one another in this universe, no idea why she was knocking timidly on his door so late at night, and he had no idea what her Gabriel would say to her.
He settled on a gruff, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see how you were doing,” replied this universe’s Kat.
How would her Gabriel respond to that? How would this universe’s Gabriel be doing mere days after losing his crew?
Gabriel waved a vague hand, the gesture left open to interpretation.
“I came to see you at the hospital,” Kat said, “but they said family members only.”
Friends then. In this universe they were good enough friends to visit each other in the hospital. Good enough friends to follow up with house calls on stormy evenings. Gabriel could be friendly.
He stepped aside. “Come in.”
Did that sound friendly enough? Too friendly? He scowled at the back of her head as she stepped inside. He hated this universe.
Gabriel shut the door and went to finish pouring the drink she’d interrupted.
“Sorry about the lighting,” he said, noting the way she looked around the darkened living room. “Doctor’s orders.” It was the truth, but his eyes were not photosensitive because he’d witnessed an antimatter explosion as the doctors believed.
And before she could ask about that, Gabriel lifted the whiskey bottle in indication. “Can I tempt you?” One thing he’d learned while searching his doppelgänger’s apartment: the other Gabriel Lorca had damn good taste in whiskey.
Kat looked at him, scrutinizing him for long enough that Gabriel began to worry he’d made a mistake with his offer. Did she drink? Was he supposed to know what she drank? Should he put on a shirt?
Finally, she said, “Sure,” but the small smile she graced him with did nothing to ease his concern.
“How are you doing?” she asked after he’d handed her a glass. Her eyes flicked to his chest. He should probably put on a shirt, but he flung himself onto the couch instead. Surely even this universe’s Garbriel would be afforded the minor lapse in etiquette after recent events. Kat took the hint and sat in the adjacent armchair.
Gabriel spun his glass in his hand and considered his words carefully, weighing them against what little he knew about his counterpart. The Federation wasn’t the Terran Empire, but the other Gabriel was still a soldier. A soldier was never out of the fight.
“Ready to get back to work,” he said finally. A soldier’s answer.
“When’s your evaluation?” Kat asked. The psych evaluation he would have to pass if wanted to return to duty as the other Gabriel.
Gabriel couldn’t help the way his face wrinkled in disgust. The inhabitants of this universe were weak, so concerned about feelings and evaluations. They would be easily conquered.
“Day after tomorrow,” he said.
“Expedited,” was the adjective Command had used. No time for wallowing or grief. Get back to the front. War was like that. The inquiry into the loss of the Buran was rushed, a final decision dependent on the outcome of his evaluation, said his court-appointed JAG officer. It wasn’t like there was any evidence to refute his story, Gabriel had made sure of that, and the people here were so naively trusting.
“Who’d they assign you?”
Figuring she meant his psychiatrist, Gabriel said, “Van Gelder.”
Kat nearly choked on her drink, eyebrows rising in surprise.
“You know him?” It was not a name Gabriel recognized from his own universe, but that didn’t mean much.
“I went to grad school with him,” Kat explained, frowning slightly. “But his current work is focused on criminal rehabilitation.”
Gabriel took a sip of his drink to hide his face. So. This Kat was a trained psychologist. He would have to tread carefully around her.
“War makes soldiers of us all,” he said. A simple truth, seemingly sage words to lend distraction.
“That it does.” Kat sat with that a moment, sipping her drink, then said, “Speaking of… I short-listed you for the Discovery. Your primary mission would be getting the spore drive fully operational. We need it if we are to have a chance at winning this war.”
Spore drive? Even in his own universe, Gabriel was unfamiliar with such technology, and there had been no mention of the ship or the drive in the other Gabriel’s files, but he nodded as if he knew what she was talking about. “I’ll get your drive operational.”
“I know. I told them if anyone could do it, you could.” Her eyes dipped to his lips, lower, lingering warmly.
Oh.
That was different.
But, considering it, Gabriel couldn’t help his smile. The perfect outlet for his rage indeed.
He sat up, leaned forward, ensuring she noticed when his eyes fell to her mouth, his naked appreciation for the way her uniform clung to her curves.
She was different from the Kat he’d known, who would have already strung him up by his entrails for daring to look. Different, but the same enough, and he wondered if this one was indeed as pliable as she seemed. He would thoroughly enjoy finding out.
This Kat blushed under his scrutiny. “I should go.” Her voice was velvet crushed in a fist, and Gabriel longed to hear it tear on a scream. Raptured or tortured, he didn’t care as long as his were the hands that ripped her asunder.
“Why?” he asked, pitching his voice low.
“This can’t happen.”
Again, “Why?”
Kat scoffed. “For a hundred reasons. You just lost your entire crew. You’re clearly grieving. You’re not thinking—”
Gabriel tsked and shifted on the couch, moving closer, knees touching, a sharp inhale of breath Kat tried to hide. “You should know better than to make that assumption, Doc. My mind is perfectly clear.” He reveled in the chagrin that colored her face, in the way her resolve visibly crumbled before she swallowed and shuttered her expression.
“This can’t happen.” But she sounded uncertain.
“Then maybe you should go,” he said, making it very clear what would happen if she stayed.
For a long moment she sat there, her indecision evident in the way her eyes held his, the slight part of her lips, the blush that still lingered in her cheeks. He would have her eventually, he knew, regardless of what the other Gabriel was to her. If not tonight, then another, after he’d sufficiently worn down her defenses, and he would relish the chase.
But then she set her glass on the coffee table and stood. “Thank you for the drink.”
It was a goodbye if he’d ever heard one, so he stood and watched her go.
“And Gabriel,” she said just before she reached the door, turning back, her eyes running up and down his body with the impersonal mien of a livestock appraiser. “Shave before your eval. You look like hell.”
And then she was gone, leaving him standing there, scowling indignantly at the other Gabriel’s front door.
As he made his way to the bedroom, Gabriel ran a hand along his jaw, feeling the several day’s growth he’d been ignoring. He was loath to admit it, but her advice was probably sound. He glared at the door as though she could feel the force of his resentment through the walls. “Damn this universe.”
But he would need this “Starfleet” and their resources if he was ever going to find a way home. And he would make it home. One way or another.
Until then…he downed his drink. He had a part to play. “Never out of the fight.”
For some reason, Stardust Memory was one of the first shows I watched as I began my journey into the expansive world of Gundam back in early 2024. Lacking context for almost everything that was happening in a series that acts as a sort of short form, fill-in-the-blanks between Mobile Suit Gundam 0079 and Zeta Gundam, I was nonetheless fascinated by the story and characters. Specifically, by antagonist Anavel Gato. Mainly by his simple motivations and unwavering determination to succeed in his mission, but also by his hair.
I have since learned that this kind of nuance is one of the main draws of Gundam as a whole, but I still find myself returning to Stardust again and again. It’s unsurprising, then, that Stardust Memory was the subject of the first Gundam fanfiction I ever wrote, a still ongoing fix-it fic of sorts that explores the tangled relationship between Gato and Nina Purpleton while also trying to correct the rushed pacing and inconsistent characterization that plagues the latter half of the show. Despite this, frustrating as it is, Stardust remains one of my favorite and most rewatched pieces of the Gundam universe.
My first viewing of anything Gundam is usually met by a repeated string of “What the fuck is happening?” Stardust Memory proudly followed this tradition. I was hooked from the first battle between Gato and protagonist Kou Uraki, when Kou accidentally and automatically calls Gato “Sir” only to get the succinct response of “I’m the enemy, you idiot!” In Gato’s first (of many) speeches to Kou, he berates the young Federation pilot for lacking understanding of and belief in what he’s fighting for. This is the beginning of the series-long examination of Gato’s single-minded dedication to the Zeon cause, or at least his belief that anyone fighting in a war should have a cause. This is contrasted with Kou’s (initially) more naïve perspectives on a world recovering from a war that he was too young to fight in.
Gato stands out from common antagonist tropes and from the antagonists of many other Gundam series. He’s not fighting for his own power or gain, or to fulfill a personal vendetta or crusade, or to exact revenge upon any one individual. He’s fighting for a cause, but it isn’t one that stands to benefit him in any material way in the end. He’s fighting for a greater purpose which he’s willing to sacrifice anything and everything to serve. Gato is, simply, a zealot.
We’re shown bits and pieces of Gato’s backstory as Stardust Memory unfolds (although this is also explored in other media, such as the one-shot Nightmare of Solomon and the manga retelling of the series, Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Rebellion) One piece of information we are given early on is his nickname “The Nightmare of Solomon.” It’s a name that strikes fear in the hearts of the young Federation pilots who learned about him in school. Of course, since I watched Stardust early in my still ongoing Gundam journey, I had no idea what Solomon was or anything about its significance. As I later learned, and as is revealed in the show, Gato earned his name by mounting a rear-guard defense of the Zeon retreat during the Federation assault on the Space Fortress Solomon near the end of the One Year War. The number of Federation vessels and mobile suits that he single-handedly took down, as well as the ferocity with which he did it, earned him a place in Federation textbooks and in the memories of those who fought him.
A later scene halfway into the series shows Gato in a rare moment of solitary contemplation before launching the assault on the Federation Naval Review. Hair down, hollow eyes reflected in the window through which he views the blackness of space, he’s surrounded by the floating hulks of the ships and suits destroyed in the Battle of Solomon, now a graveyard for Federation and Zeon alike. In the first episode of Stardust, one of the first looks we get of Gato is also one of the most revealing. About to climb into his suit to launch back out into the battle of A Baoa Qu, in a suicidal sortie against impossible odds, he’s stopped by Delaz, who tells him that he must remain behind so as to continue to fight for Zeon another day. “For now, you must endure.” (Neither here nor there, but that phrase has become a motto in my house over the last year and a half)
This scene gives us a foundational understanding of Gato’s character that is built upon over the rest of the series. He’s a young solider with such an unwavering devotion and commitment to following orders that he’s willing to die or, perhaps more importantly, willing to live. And it’s apparent that living is a burden that he shoulders so that he can personally see Operation Stardust through to its conclusion. Like Char’s actions that will occur ten years later (in universe) in 0093, Gato takes on the mantle of leader, martyr, and monster so as to bring about a better future. Unlike Char, Gatos plays out his part with a kind of simplicity – less complicated, less nuanced, less obscured behind layers of overlapping and conflicting motivations.
Yes, Gato is a strategist and a leader, but he’s still a soldier of Zeon, something that Char never truly was. And Gato’s actions are singularly in pursuit of fulfilling that role. He followed the leadership of Dozle Zabi until that leadership was gone and then he followed Admiral Delaz and a cold statue of Gihren Zabi, remaining ever fanatical in his devotion. If he ever second guesses himself or has hidden motivations, we’re not privy to those moments.
More than anything else, the thing that Gato seems to hate most in Kou Uraki is the young man’s lack of commitment to the Federation and his lack of understanding of what the Federation even truly stands for. And Kou does lack commitment. Like every other Gundam protagonist, he is plagued by the dangerous and sometimes fatal notion that enemy soldiers are people. Combined with his own pride and inexperience, this leads him to recklessly damage the Gundam, accidentally desert, aid a Zeon pilot in rebuilding a dangerous mobile armor, and ultimately question his own dedication. But as Gato likely did as a young pilot during the opening months of the One Year War, Kou learns the lessons of war well. Driven by the repeated assaults from Gato, Cima, and the rest of the Delaz Fleet, Kou is forced to embrace the reality of warfare and grow into a soldier no less dedicated than Gato. Ironically, as the men come closer together, any chance of a peaceful resolution moves further out of reach.
Anavel Gato should have joined his comrades in their cold grave in the Solomon Sea. Instead, he endured additional years of planning, waiting, and living in order to be the one who completed all phases of Operation Stardust. And whoever Gato was when he joined the Zeon Space Forces at the start of the One Year War, he was no longer that person by the time he reached the Battle of A Baoa Qu. He became only a vessel for the execution of the crusade of the Zabis, eventually filtered through the leadership of Admiral Delaz. In a way, Gato may be the man who can be called a pure soul, unstained by doubt as he methodically implements the vision of the men he worships.
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