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MALTA MALIKON of STAR WARS GALAXY’S EDGE

@spirekept​​

❝ Oh, the stories I could TELL. 

                      –– So many of them TRUE. ❞

HONDO OHNAKA of STAR WARS

I posted 67 times in 2021

24 posts created (36%)

43 posts reblogged (64%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.8 posts.

I added 116 tags in 2021

#memes - 20 posts

#|| out of credits || { ooc } - 20 posts

#spirekept - 17 posts

#|| the makings of greatness || { malta // spirekept } - 13 posts

#|| he values virtue and vice; both are profitable in their turn || { about hondo } - 11 posts

#starters - 11 posts

#|| a legitimate business man ( until it is no longer profitable ) ! || { v; black spire } - 9 posts

#|| and really bad eggs || { crack / parody / ic dash commentary } - 6 posts

#// 😂😂😂 - 5 posts

#|| there are times when even profit must come second || { v; black spire au } - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#// so to start: when you consider 'perfect hero' you have to consider it from 'a certain point of view'

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

a starter for which @spirekept did not verbally ask but clearly wanted all the same.

Hondo sees it happen almost in slow motion. The explosion had been sudden, quick, and as ever he had turned even in the midst of chaos to search for his son. It take a moment, but he does at last find him… only… something seems wrong. The boy has never looked that pale before or—

He sees the moment he collapses and he hears a desperate shout of the boy’s name, never even registering in his panic that he was the one who had produced such an agonized, terrified sound.

Several of his men hear the cry and see the expression of their captain, see him as he starts cutting and slicing his way through the fray with a ferocity and brutality that they had seldom seen from him.

The Kid… the Kid must be down somewhere, injured. They won’t entertain the idea of worse.

They start to rally toward Hondo helping him to clear whatever lies in his path…

Hondo barely notices them, the bodies falling around him, cut down by the lethal and unerring precision of his vibrosword. There are no pretenses now. No incompetent but lucky bumbling and fumbling. No good-natured jests or inebriated laughter.

There is only Hondo and his son and the path he makes to reach him.

When he does reach him, he kneels on the ground beside him, sword sheathed, forgotten.

“Aq-radhir!” he exclaims, already half gathering the boy into his arm.

There’s blood, blood like a crimson bloom growing against the fabric of his shirt.

Far too much blood.

And shrapnel.

One hand comes up to cup his cheek even as he speaks again, voice loud that he might be heard over the clamor around them, the crew holding the line.

“Can you hear me, Malta?”

4 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 14:07:32 GMT

#4

Temporary url change because Hondo refuses to be Outdone.

Also I think he just wanted to. 😌

@hondosboy

4 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 18:27:04 GMT

#3

I don’t think I ever posted this because I never cleaned it up, but I need everyone to know that there is a verse where Hondo actually DOES adopt @hondosboy. It’s Malta’s pirate verse, and things like THIS happened. It’s honestly probably a wonder Malta survived to tell the tale.

See the full post

4 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 19:09:29 GMT

#2

Hondo: Alexa, if you would be so kind as to play Salt-N-Pepa’s Whatta Man.

I require music.

inspired by this post

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 05:41:33 GMT

#1

It is a very rough sketch but everyone can blame @spirekept for this monstrocity, this fashion crime.

And I quote, “god imagine hondo in dad jeans” which quickly escalated from there.

8 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 05:29:00 GMT

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It certainly isn’t a secret to anyone in the Outpost, except perhaps the young lead engineer. 

How many times had they listened to the old Weequay regale them with tales in the cantina, some of his pirating days and some of a proud father boasting about his boy. Of course, they all knew it wasn’t by blood, but for whatever reason, Hondo Ohnaka had decided that Malta Malikon was his boy, whether he liked it or not. Despite his odd way of expressing such sentiments––more often than not, he probably drove Malta crazy with his haphazard method of managing Ohnaka Transport Solutions and then simply the general experience that is Hondo Ohnaka––there was certainly something fatherly in the way he treated Malta. Anyone in Black Spire could tell you that.

So, it certainly isn’t a surprise to anyone––except perhaps the same one who is oblivious to his own standing––to find that the Weequay had done what any halfway decent father would for their child amidst the chaos of a First Order raid on OTS looking for contraband. 

There had already been an alarm triggered by Ohnaka himself, and a mass evacuation of the other employees begun though perhaps too late to help them all.

The First Order had been closing in, their shouts and clamoring heard even as Hondo had rushed into the room grabbed the young man by his arm and started hauling him toward a corner of the bay, putting his shoulder to some crates to push them aside, revealing a keypad. A code keyed in, a panel of the wall moves, revealing a door into a tunnel.

The troopers were close, too close, and there was no time.

“Malta! Go! RUN! I will hold them off!” Hondo had shouted as he pushed him through the doorway, the panel immediately sealing between them.

What is perhaps a surprise to everyone in the immediate aftermath of the raid… is that when the dust settles and the smoke clears, when they drag a limp and silent Hondo Ohnaka outside into the courtyard to sounds of shock and dismay, tossing him down into the dirt and proclaiming that this should be a lesson to them all about defying Order… when the old pirate doesn’t laugh or gloat, doesn’t move… when they aren’t sure if he is even still alive… it is almost unanimously decided that the First Order has made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Hondo had been the one to return business, trade, and travel to Black Spire. Hondo had helped to revitalize the Outpost. Hondo had provided jobs to engineers and pilots alike who otherwise might have had to leave their homes. Hondo had helped to put Batuu back on the map and given them all a way to provide for their families, to live and thrive, even on the Outer Rim, even forgotten as they had been after the hyperspace lanes were established. 

In some strange and convoluted way, the pirate turned completely legitimate businessman had become a pillar of their community, a fixture that everyone simply felt belonged here, that everyone had thought would remain here, maybe for as long as Black Spire stood.

tragic hero arc

we all know how this story goes. when it began, you were almost the perfect hero, but almost is never enough. you lacked introspection, or you were too stubborn or vengeful or reckless - as reckless as the world that helped to ruin you. you were not perfect, and that's okay. we knew the story ended in blood and we watched it anyway. we knew you would die in the end and we still couldn't help but love you, just a little bit. at the very least, you are more human than a hero could ever be.

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