The Lady Ogord

I am not the better half. Captain of the Artemis. The Original Starhawk.

[theladyogord]

// Promise I’m still around. I’m just in england for a few more days before I go back to the states

[theladyogord]

starlord-of-terra:

Peter watched the liquid pour into the glass. When she spoke about how Yondu shouldn’t have been abandoned, he listened while he took a sip of the liquor. “This is good, thank you,” he commented, glancing at the glass before setting it back down.

“There are always the should-haves when someone close to you dies,” he told her. “He had quite a few of should-haves too,” he told her, glancing down. “He told me he didn’t do anything right in his life except raise me.”

“Don’t feel guilty. I should have seen sooner that he was like a dad to me, and I didn’t see it until his final moments,” he told her quietly, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He took another sip, wanting Yondu back. He would give anything to hear his raspy, twangy voice, or his whistle with his arrow wizzing through the air. He even wanted to hear him threaten to eat Peter.

She let out a quiet sigh. “ My husbands rage cost me my son,” She mused quietly, “ Yondu may have been a rebel, he might have pushed the edges of the code but he never would have purposefully become the very thing that ruined his life.” She turned the glass slowly in hand. “ Stakar only saw the details he wanted to see,” Aleta tipped the glass back, drinking the amber liquor in one gulp before filling the glass again. 

“Children become resilient and sometimes resent their guardians. Yondu never had much to run on to be a parent but he tried to protect you none the less. He knew that even if he took you back to Terra someone else might come to get you. Even if he never said so, you were very much his son. Just like he was mine,” Aleta’s gaze lifted, “ I am frustrated that I am only just now getting to meet my grandson...”  The smile that flickered across her lips was gentle. It was an expression very few received from Aleta Ogord. “ I truly do wish it were on better terms. However. Allow me to be the first to inform you that you and Kraglin now hold the remaining pieces of the Udonta clan. His name has been cleared and his clan has once more been welcomed into the 99.” She sipped her drink this time.  “ I feel he would want that. You have the entirety of the Ravager Clans at your back.” 

[theladyogord]

Questions for the Mun

☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

♥ What's your favorite ship with your muse?

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

♢ What's an AU that you think just won't work with your muse?

♔ What's your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

☼ What's an FC that you're dying to use? Why?

☀ What's an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

☁ What's an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

☹ What's a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn't?

☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

✆ Other than RPing, what's a hobby of yours?

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

▽ Why did you create this muse?

[theladyogord]

starlord-of-terra:

She seemed eager to meet him, which Peter appreciated. “Nice to meet you too, Aleta.” He followed her to the lounge room and found a comfortable looking love seat to sit in. He knew he should say something, but it was difficult to start. Sure he was Star-Lord, the hero that saved Xandar, but he still felt vulnerable and sad because of all the loss he has had.

“I just wanted to say thank you… for coming to honor Yondu as a Ravager at the funeral,” he finally said, watching her and trying not to tear up. He hadn’t had enough time to mourn before meeting up with Aleta, but he knew that he should speak with them sooner rather than later.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out an envelope with her name on it. It looked worn out from being opened and used multiple times, and it was closed with scotch tape. “Kraglin found this along with other envelopes with the other faction leaders’ names on them. We don’t know what it is, but he figured that we should get it to you guys.”

Aleta let him settle and she moved to sent her girls on their way. He was no threat, and even had he been she was capable of dealing with him. Her dark eyes fell on him sadly as he thanked her for coming to send Yondu off. She could see the distress in his gaze and she turned her gaze down for a moment. The dark haired Ravager Captain moved to pour a glass of pricey Terran liquor for each of them. 

For a long moment she was quiet, watching the amber liquor fill the crystal glasses. Then she turned as he held an envelope out to her. Her brow furrowed slightly. She strode over to him and offered over the glass. Once he’d accepted it she took the envelope from him, brushing her finger over the hand written letters of her name on the front. 

“He made many mistakes,” She admitted, “but he was young then. He didn’t know any better. Easy to manipulate if given the right reasons.” Her voice was quiet as she sat across from him still looking at the envelope. “He never should have been forced to face that on his own. Yet we gave him no choice. It will be a point of regret for the rest of my days that I was not there to change the outcome of this.”  A heavy sadness pulled at her features and the weight of it aged her slightly. “ I would have come even without my husbands approval.”

[theladyogord]

Just a Little Fun

[theladyogord]

guardian-rocket:

Rocket left the Quadrant using the Warbird ship only traveling with Drax, as they had a small side mission to take out a criminal who not only had a bounty on them, but had just jacked some of their own cargo for a job.  Rocket had gone some system research, hacking into the fugitives holo-inbox to try and predict where the criminal would be– and saw that there was going to be a cargo swap in Contraxia, behind the scenes with some re-purposed love-bots.

The cargo was some precious gemstones belonging to the Shi’ar that the Guardians had retrieved from one of the Collector’s outposts.  Of course the mission was covert because the Guardians wanted to keep a nuetral relationship with Tivan and his associates, so while not only were Drax and Rocket to retrieve the goods, they had to go undercover because if it got out the Guardians jacked goods from Tivan’s group… well their dealings with Tivan would be ended immediately.

–However, if keeping a low profile was the goal the Guardians probably sent the two least likely members to avoid making a scene, even if both Drax and Rocket were told repeatedly that they couldn’t be discovered.  Simple disguises were worn by both, but subterfuge was not exactly their forte… despite their best efforts.  Rocket especially didn’t have a face one soon forgets.

The mission itself for Drax and Rocket went alright, aside the fact Rocket wound up dismantling about 24 love-bots before he found the goods, and afterwards Drax insisted they go get a few drinks and allow him to enjoy one round on the F’saki table before they departed back the the quadrant.  Rocket, not wanting to take chances stored the valuables in his interdimensial storage vial not wanting them to be detectable by any bandits looking for a quick score.

This was his first time in Contraxia, it wasn’t exactly his scene, but if there was a place to drink, he was game… so as Drax went to gamble Rocket took to the bar messaging Peter through a wristband computer.

There had been a time when the whispers were loud. When every Ravager spoke in hushed tones about the Exiled Centaurian. He was an enigma. Yondu had been the subject of many an argument. But ultimately they all wanted the scoop. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn’t. The Captain found that the bar was unusually quiet.  One pair close tot he bar whispered meekly between one another.  “ Heard he saved that kid...”  “ Seems a bit off fer him.”  “ Killed his crew too.”  “ Heard that they mutinied on ‘im though.”  She turned her eyes away from them, swiveling her seat around to face the back of the bar. It was too soon. The wound left was a little too raw. She still hadn’t forgiven Stakar. Not like she probably should have. Even so, there was nothing that was going to bring him back. There was no apologizing for her husbands quickness to ignore his attempt to explain. What was done was done.  Aleta noticed a furry face creep up onto a bar stool close by. Her head tilted a little bit as she observed him quietly for a moment or two.  “ Another drink miss Ogord?” The barkeep stated as he came around to her.  “ Something better than this...” She wiggled the bottle of cheap beer, “ And just Aleta will do...” 

[theladyogord]

For the Right Price...

[theladyogord]

teamkageneko:

“You think she got here yet?” Trent asked Mitsuo.

 The two had just walked into the small café and began to look around. After a few moments Mitsuo nudged Trent and motioned with his head towards a table in the far corner of  the room.  The two walked over and joined her at the table. Mitsuo smiled as the distinct scent of the Asgardian wine hit his nose.

“Are you Aleta?” Trent asked the woman before him.

Those black, volcanic glass eyes watched the strangers advance on her position. Even if they were not the ones she was supposed to meet, she did not show any aversion to their presence. The woman instead simply watched them. They took a seat at the table and she took another sip of her wine. 

“ I believe you already know the answer to that...” She stated plainly. Thin fingers tipped with pointed nails painted a dark green, ticked against the glass in her hand. “ Let’s not make this a waste of anyone’s time.” 

[colorsofogord]

runaways (closed)

[theladyogord]

colorsofogord:

The moment Aleta actually went and grabbed a bag, Stakar let out an audible breath of relief. She was going to come. She was actually going to come. He didn’t know what he would have done if she hadn’t. There was no one else in the world he cared about. Not like he cared about Aleta anyway. And if he’d had to leave her behind… no, he wouldn’t have left. He wouldn’t have left her to her father taking out his anger on her. Never. He already felt so guilty every time she got hurt because of a fight he’d started. Also, as much as Stakar wanted to see the stars, he wouldn’t want to do it alone.

There was just the problem that he had no idea what to do. He’d never left the planet, he didn’t know how to fly a ship, he was decent with his blaster but he’d probably hesitate to kill anyone, and his bank account was off limits if they didn’t want to risk getting caught. But even after all those thoughts rushed through his head, Stakar was still completely sure that they needed to leave. Everything was better than this. They could make it out there. They were smart, they’d figure it out.

“We’ll sneak onto one of the cargo ships docking outside of town,” he said after a moment, trying, and failing, to sound like this was actually a well constructed plan. “They’ll dock on one of those trade cruisers outside the atmosphere that are just waiting to take off. We’ll be gone before noon. And it’ll be easy to hide there, between the cargo. Once they go planet side somewhere else, we’ll get off. We find work. We make a living. Easy.” That was… everything his brain could come up with at this moment. It was best to just go off grid right away, in his mind. They just couldn’t get caught was all.

Well, it was something. Maybe not exactly the best plan of action but it would get them out of here. She paused a moment and grabbed up a blanket from her bed. Aleta rolled it tightly and strapped it to the back of her pack. Cargo holds got cold. Even cuddled together she wasn’t particularly eager to freeze for the trip between locations. Dark eyes swept the room one last time before she turned to face him. 

“I have some units. We can use them sparingly to buy food on out way to the docks...” She told him. A handful of units wouldn’t last them long. They’d have to find some way to either access one of their accounts without their father knowing, or make money. Aleta could make them stretch though. Tugging on a coat she peaked out the door. Father would be asleep. They could make their escape now.  “ Let’s get going before I realize how stupid this is,” the girl glanced at her counterpart and offered a brief hint of a smile.  She took the lead down the hall, moving as silently as she could. Past her fathers door and down the steps. Aleta grasped the door handle and let out a slow breath. Beyond that door was their future. Whether it was good or bad it didn’t matter. They’d face it together. 

[shannonosketches]

Say these boys are pretty good boxers I wonder who their captain is

[theladyogord]

“ Boys... Please. You’ll rile ‘ Rocky’.”

[we-are-avenger]

Seraphim by Dong geon Son

[theladyogord]

Liberation

Kree. The scum that clung to the underbelly of the civilized world. She had never had a pleasant interaction with Kree. Not one. So, she found herself wondering just why they had come round to a Kree Ship. Stakar seemed more than eager to go across and cause trouble. She held the bridge in his stead. It was just what they needed. Piss off the Kree and they’d just end up having to fight with them repeatedly. Like Terran Roaches.  The sound of explosions and the flashes of light showing across the hull of the enemy ship were absolutely no surprise. Stakar had taken his boys with him. They’d come back with plenty of loot from a ship that size. And given the nature of the Kree they could re-sell it for twice what it was worth. Profit.  It wasn’t until they’d begun to return that she noticed something unusual. Shuffling along with her husband was a small, starved blue frame, draped in the far too large leather coat that looked like it might simply collapse him on the spot. Her lips pursed a little. No sooner than her husbands eyes met hers he began to try and keep her from stating the obvious.  “ Look. I can explain....”  Her brow slowly lifted, and those obsidian eyes were unmoving.  @theyondu

[theladyogord]

starlord-of-terra:

Yondu’s Kid || Peter and Aleta

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Peter parked the Milano on Aleta’s base, butterflies in his stomach. She was the first of the Ravager leaders that he was going to thank for honoring Yondu at his funeral. He had never met her face to face before, but he knew her because she was a leader of the Ravagers. The only faction leaders he ever met were Stakar and, of course, Yondu. When he exited, he was met by a woman and two companions, and he instantly knew who she was. He saluted her by patting his heart twice with his fist.

“Hi. I don’t know if you know me or not, but I’m Peter Quill.”

Things had been... well they’d just been. Aleta had agreed that they needed to go back to the way things had been, but that didn’t mean she had forgiven Stakar yet. Whether his reasons were just or not. It grated on her that he’d sent Yondu away. Exiled him. Her favorite. None of it made sense and she’d simply been far too frustrated to deal with him. So, for the sake of their marriage she’d taken her own ship and pulled her crew together.  Now Yondu was gone. She hadn’t even been able to see him again. So many missed chances. Aleta had returned home for the time being, simply to mourn on her own time. When the team was back together and ready to go she’d be there. Like old times. Just one short. The message of incoming had surprised her. Peter Quill. Stories about the boy had spread like wildfire after Yondu’s exile. A child that had not been turned over like the rest. A Terran. She heard stories about the young boy working. Earning his keep. Fighting. And of course she’d heard about Xandar. Yondu must have been proud of him. And in the end, Yondu had loved him enough to give his life for him. She waited.  The young man that came away from the vibrant Mship was tall. Taller than even Stakar who still towered over her small form. The dark haired woman examined him as he approached and when he saluted her, a small smile curled against her mouth.  “ Peter Quill...” She murmured, obsidian eyes quite keen on him. “ I am pleased to finally meet you. I only wish it was on happier circumstance.” Her expression eased a little. “ Come. No need to stand around here when we can be comfortable.” She motioned and led the way inside to a rather plush looking lounge.  @starlord-of-terra​

[theladyogord]

For the Right Price...

Aleta was not a woman who often bothered with team work, unless of course it involved one of the other clans. She was pretty sure that this would be a waste of her time. The message had come through and she’d heard from her first mate that they had agreed to meet with the person. So now she was here, propped up in a fine location with a glass of wine in hand.  Asgardian. About as good as it got as far as wine went. She swirled the dark liquid and hummed. Now she need only await the arrival of this mystery person who had requested her presence. It had best be for a job. If it wasn’t, Aleta would likely be making a mess. 

[girl-bye-ty-deactivated20190511]

but baby look how cute he is!!  and he likes me!!

[theladyogord]

// basically

[theladyogord]

Just a Little Fun

Contraxia was her other half’s romping grounds usually. Stakar favored this place for the booze and his men for the bots. She herself held no particular interest in either of them. Booze was cheap and her girls made more use of the Synths that came around than the bots. Even so, it wasn’t like she couldn’t swing around every once in a while. Mostly though, she came here to listen.  It was amazing what a little liquor could do to most men. Loosened their wallets and their lips. If ever there were a way to keep track of her wayward ‘son’ it was through those who passed back and forth between table and bar. So, here she was. Sitting with her back to the bar and a drink in hand. It tasted a bit like she imagined piss might but it helped keep the image. Boys would become suspicious if she wasn’t drinking.  Aleta sat and listened for news of the Eclector. Her Captain. Her Crew. Everything else was mostly background noise.  @guardian-rocket

[theladyogord]

Open call

Starter call for anyone interested in plotting with Aleta!

[dotty-literati]

John Wick | Flair

[theladyogord]

//the gun work in this film is spot on. Absolutely beautiful. Aleta approves. 

[theladyogord]

hxtheadmercxrian:

The creature tilted her head at the woman, she looked harmless enough. Hardly as intimidating as most of the men on the crew that had earlier made the attempt to grab her with arms resembling everything from industrialized prosthetics to large tree trunks. She stared the woman down for a moment before whipping around and turning her attention to the rather odd looking creature that moved behind her. The sounds from her mouth were just angry…Like a feral animal warning someone not to come too close. 

She snorted through her nose at Krugarr before turning back to Aleta. 

“St…Stow…Way..?” she offered up, looking cynical as she looked over the woman. 

She never spoke much, only what little she had learned from the Kree children and others around her.

Aleta pursed her lips slightly as she watched the display, head cocked subtly. Unusual. She looked mature enough to manage civilized conversation and yet she acted as though she were savage. Alright, she probably shouldn’t use such a harsh word. Many of the Ravagers had been that way at some point in their lives.  “ Stow away,” Aleta stated calmly, carefully. She made no threatening move towards the female, rather she stood there with her hands tucked into her pockets. Dark eyes kept watch on her, “ Someone who comes aboard that is not part of the crew, and does so without alerting anyone to their presence.” Chances were the explanation of the title would be lost on their guest, but for now it didn’t matter.  Aleta motioned at the men around them, “ Go. Krugarr and I have this...” After a bit they shuffled slowly out of sight through the door in which Krugarr towered.