Chris Heyerdahl by Michelleswork 2012.
Let’s talk about this dude for a second, ok? This is Galen. He is a force-user. He’s a pretty freaking great force-user. His mom and dad are Jedi, but because they love each other, they leave the Order and hide on Kashyyk so they can raise their son in peace. But then his mom dies protecting a group of Wookies and his father is left alone with baby Galen who is a pretty great force-user, remember?
So now comes along Darth Vader a few years later, who is a big dick and senses this super awesome force-user hiding away on Kashyyk. And Vader shows up with his big army and confronts poor Galen’s dad and then kills the guy because remember the part about him being a dick? But Vader realizes that it is actually Galen who he senses being all super awesome force-wielder-y. So he kidnaps seven-ish-year old Galen and spends the next decade and change torturing and abusing and basically ruining the kid.
This is where The Force Unleashed really begins. First off: Galen is seventeen. Yeah. The whole time you play this game with the kickass sexy Starkiller, stabbing Stormtroopers because what-the-hay and killing Jedi, you are sitting in the shoes of a seventeen year old kid. (For you supernerds, Galen favors the Form V lightsaber technique, a mix of Djem So and Shien, which is why he holds his lightsaber in a reverse grip, which totally adds to the sexiness. You may also recognize this grip from Ashoka in the Clone Wars series, and yeah she just got sexier in your head too) Remember when you were seventeen? I bet you weren’t pulling Star Destroyers out of the sky and starting a Rebellion and changing the course of the galaxy. Not like you had the opportunity, but honestly you could have at least asked out your crush, I mean, Galen died for his and you couldn’t ever muster up an invitation to prom?
Of course in the middle of all that you’ve got him falling head over heels in love with the ever sexy, qualified, kickass pilot Juno who basically makes you want to join the Empire because if she is in it, hell yeah you want to be next to her. And when she joins the Rebellion everyone is like, Oh yeah I wanna be in the Rebellion because Juno Motherhugging Eclipse is at the helm.
And then, right when you think Galen is possibly the most awesome, sexiest, most-awkward-around-women Jedi that has ever existed, he dies. He is seventeen years old, and dies at the hand of a corrupt regime intent on squashing all hope in the galaxy. And seventeen year old Galen becomes the first martyr of the Rebel Alliance. They use his family crest as their symbol of hope. Because of Galen, Luke Skywalker is contacted by R2-D2 and meets Obi-Wan and saves Leia and blows up the Death Star and confronts Vader and saves the entire galaxy. But Galen is seventeen years old and only knew of one person in the universe who loved him. So yeah, Galen Marek is my favorite character in Star Wars.
So this happened.
"What do you have against my balls?"
"I feel defeated, yet inexplicably rejuvenated!"
Reminder that this is probably what Junior looks like now.
Project Freelancer’s latin motto “Roboris per Scientia” doesn’t mean “Strength through science” as I keep seeing it translated as. It means “Strength through knowledge” or “Strength through understanding.”
Scientia comes from sciens which is a form of the verb sciō which means “knowing, understanding.”
Fandom’s understandably latched onto the idea of Wash having horrible nightmares, but let’s be real, here—there aren’t many people on this show who’re actually gonna manage a good night’s sleep.
Carolina navigating baffling labyrinths of responsibility and pressure, watching the strings unravel, waking up with her teeth clenched and exhaling slowly, slowly, putting it from her mind with an effort.
York sleeping like a log until the night after the raid on the MoI, struggling in his sleep against twisting, changing foes, waking in a panic to hear Delta reciting statistics, probabilities, “The odds against the world ending are extremely high, York, there is no cause for alarm,” but he knows that it’s a damn lie, that it’s happened before and it could happen again.
Maine waking from horrific, tearing nightmares, and in the few seconds of clarity before the Meta reasserts itself, he has just time enough to think that maybe this is all a nightmare, that maybe this too will fade…
Connie sleeping light, jerking awake at some half-formed shadow at the corner of her eye, her quick breathing drowned out, stamped down by the hum of the ship’s engines.
South on the run from the Meta, jolting up sick and shaking from blurry blendings of family car rides and unforgiving training and that one last scream echoing, echoing.
And man, the Blood Gulch guys have seen some shit. I mean, Caboose probably has these dreams that are horrifying by anyone else’s standards, but something surreal and hilarious always happens to save the day (being attacked by a giant monster? the giant monster can only fire puppies and rainbows! does the giant monster want a new best friend? of course the giant monster wants a new best friend! who doesn’t want a new best friend!).
But Grif, who normally sleeps like the dead, might every now and then jolt awake from dreams of falling, from the feeling of a hand wrapping tight around his ankle and pulling him over the edge of the world, and he says, “What the fuck,” and rolls over and goes straight back to sleep.
Simmons remembers a gunshot, remembers a scream of his name, and clutches his pillow until Grif’s snoring becomes loud enough to drown out the memories.
Tucker, in the Rebel camp on Chorus, kicks himself awake swearing and shaking, and his head hurts and his mouth tastes like dirt, and he mutters, “such bullshit,” and resigns himself to running laps until dawn.
And Church? The first night he got to Blood Gulch, Church didn’t dream at all. It never occurred to him to wonder why.