she/they Welcome to my nerd blog... If it’s not Star Wars currently, it will be eventually. In life all things are cyclical. Especially my love for the Wars. Author, lover of clones, and forever DM currently rolling in SWADE.
The hatch to the galley slid open with a hiss, and without looking up from his book Lockley called, “Soups on the stove, help yourself.”
“Thanks,” came the meek reply. A minute later the chair next to him slid out, and the tiny pilot filled the formerly empty space. “What are you reading?” she asked between bites.
Sighing inwardly he unfolded the cover, and then held it out for her to see. It was a thick, dingy paperback he had picked up at their last port. The formerly bright yellow cover had faded to a dingy mustard. Big, black bubble letters spelled out in galactic basic, “So, Your Crewmate’s a Kobold.” A cartoon kobold stood at attention in the corner, their crisp navy uniform creased with years of use and disregard. A dark ring, probably some kind of caff, staining the cartoon bandages over their eye.
The pilot’s reptilian eyes lighting up at the sight, as she looked between the battered book and the equally battered human holding it. “You… You consider me part of your crew?”
Lockley was unable to hide his annoyed expression, as he tried to come up with a kind response. “Well, you are still here…” he trailed off, unable to come up with something that wasn’t horribly rude, and deciding that stopping was the best policy.
“I’m truly honored.”
“You have a knack for finding trouble, so I figured it was safest to do a bit of light reading.” He pushed his glasses back up his nose and flipped back to his page. The galley door swished open again behind them. “Besides, gotta make sure your kidney isn’t someplace unexpected.”
“Are you two talking about Skit?” A hulking human man fell into the seat across the table from Lockley.
The medic narrowed his eyes at the captain, but before he could respond the tiny kobold pilot spoke up. “Whose Skit?”
“Cap, soups on the stove. We don’t need to talk about-”
“Skit was the pilot when Lockley first joined up. We got in a gun battle, and things got real bad, real fast.” The captain’s tone was deadly serious, and he didn’t break eye contact with the Kobold.
The soup spoon hovered in the air, halfway to her mouth. “What happened to them?”
“They got shot.” The captain leaned back in his chair, before standing back up and heading over to the stove to get something to eat.
The Kobold looked between the captain and Lockley, waiting for an answer. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his metallic hand, Lockley picked up where the captain had left off. “Had they been a human, or known their own anatomy, it wouldn’t have been an issue. On a human it would have been a clean shot, and we would have had more time before it became an issue. On a tabaxi on the other hand…” Lockley trailed off, his gaze focused on the middle distance.
“Right through the kidney and part of the bowel. Real bad stuff.” The captain, now with a bowl full of soup, rejoined the table.
“Were they ok?” The question was barely a whisper, the pilot knowing the answer already, but needing to hear it spoken out loud.
If looks could kill, the one Lockley gave the captain would have been fatal. Of course he wasn’t paying attention. “Nope, they died.”
The silence that fell around the table was deafening.
“But don’t worry, kid. Besides the stupid hat, and the readers, Lockley is the best field surgeon you could ask for.” The captain gave her what was supposed to be a reassuring grin, but his charms were lost on her.
“Medic. Field medic, not surgeon. But I appreciate the vote of confidence, boss. Thanks.”
- Lockley is my PC for a sci fi themed D&D game. He is a field medic who is far too tired of your shit. Thank you to the amazing @redreart for bringing my boy to life. I love him dearly!
Anyone remember Dumb Ways To Die. Like they really made a 3 minute long music video of cute cartoon characters killing themselves in humorously fucked up ways solely as an elaborate PSA about being safe around trains and then made a fucking series of mobile games based around it and we all just let them. Will kids today ever understand how fucking legendary that was. Will they ever know.
I hope some of y'all take this as a sign to rest intentionally too.
if you're "resting" but thinking of all the things you have to do, that's not resting, that's rotting. Even if you haven't done anything all day, give yourself some time to rest and truly relax. When you let yourself relax guilt free, you actually regain energy for your responsibilities.
this post has helped me a number of times since I first saw it. I have realized I was rotting instead of resting, and depending on the circumstance, got up to do something, or settled more comfortably to actually rest.
it's may the fourth! obligatory star wars art! (also the only thing i could draw in time for @may01st) of course i'd draw one of my favorite characters i'm predictable XD
feel free to save and use this gif! :3
also the 24 fps version below because fives going ham on the party popper is hilarious to me
