My bff @rexscanonwife commissioned @reallyhardydraws to draw my version of Gar and Malta from Smuggler's Run!

They look so good ; w ; I've been staring at this for like two days, no cap

What an age we live in where we can just pay people online to draw us some excellent art of characters we want to look at 😌😌

Ohnaka Transport Solutions

(the inside of the Smuggler's Run ride at Disney World, FL.)

Wait. Wait... Wait!

What did you disconnect?

Recorded October 2022

Other Smuggler’s Run Recordings: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge (Attraction), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gar Faven & Malta Lan Characters: Hondo Ohnaka, Gar Faven, Malta Lan Additional Tags: ohnaka transport solutions, Flash Fic, Planet Batuu (Star Wars) Summary:

It's just another regular day of work at Ohnaka Transport Solutions for Gar and Malta. Sometimes, making Hondo money means working late shifts. Very late shifts.

Poe: *plonk, plonk*

Poe: "What's wrong with the guitar all of a sudden...? Can't I do ANYTHING right?"

Finn: "Hey... Don't take it too hard. Strangerville drained us all. We nearly starved and that was not even a week ago.

Had the asshole that pestered you offered resistance, I might not have been able to follow up on my threat. I just counted on looking tall and confident."

Poe: *still trying to get his guitar to play a note*

Finn: "You actually took the time in the bunker better than me. You're resilient."

Poe: "Yeah, maybe. But just once I'd really love to turn the tables and rescue you."

Finn: "Well, you made a good start by turning your guitar around."

Poe: "Haha, oh, shoot! Scatterbrained nerf-herder, me."

Finn: "For that you'd have to own a brain in the first place, my love."

Hondo: "If that's settled, would you be interested in taking on a mission for Ohnaka Transport Solutions? Basic escort duty in a still somewhat dangerous sector? Chances are, nothing will happen, so you could practise your guitar playing while getting paid."

Poe: "Three whole sentences just to tell us it'll be a cake walk already tripled my price."

And that was the moment the sirens went on in the city.

The four Resistance fighters immediately recognized the sound as the signal for an enemy approaching from space. The pitch and speed the signal was getting repeated with further told them that there were still several hours to prepare - but nothing in the noise informed them for what exactly. "The First Order" was always a save bet, of course, but what were they bringing?

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): General Bracket Match 24

Lee Skillen | Identity: wlw | Media: A Crash of Fate

Lee Skillen was a Karkadoon who worked for Ohnaka Transport Solutions. She supervised the Batuu office when her boss was off planet. She established a working relationship with one of A Crash of Fate’s protagonists, Julen Rakab due to his work as a courier for Dok Ondar. In her brief appearance in the book, she refuses to give Jules the access code for the office to retrieve a package of Ondar’s he mistakenly delivered to them. While they talked, due to her stress, he was able to pickpocket the access card and retrieve the package.

Lee Skillen was overworked and quite stressed due to Hondo’s irresponsibility and all the problems he left for her to deal with. When she was stressed, she’d have her suit mist her with salt water. She also has a tendency to rant about her personal problems, including that her girlfriend didn’t like the hours she worked and her mother didn’t like her dating a Twi’lek.

Teemank | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Trial of Shadows

Teemank was the wife of fellow Chandra Fan Beesar Tal-Apurna. After the Great Hyperspace Disaster, she joined the Republic Defense Coalition, despite being old and her planet not being closely aligned with the Republic. Her wife begged her not to, but she did so anyway. In her first deployment, the Battle of Kur, she was killed. This motivated her wife to spy on the Nihil Chandra Fan Doctor Uttersond.

I have no idea what put this into my head yesterday, but it seems to be stuck there, so here it is. (And writing it down was better than doing lab busywork; full PPE in a heatwave is to be avoided.)

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Lothal has always been trouble, as all the First Order personnel on the planet know all too well. The base of the notorious Spectres for a time, before they moved on to terrorise the rest of the Outer Rim, its “liberation” robbed the Empire of a key resource when it needed it most. Even now, while the majority of the population do the smart thing and keep their heads down, the flames of rebellion never seem to go out.

In every city and town, small acts of defiance add up to create massive headaches for the Order. Facilities and equipment are sabotaged. Supplies go astray. Public spectacles are disrupted. Once, someone even hijacked the main comms tower and broadcast the entire work of some obscure band called the Meat Droids on all channels, occasionally interrupted by the infamous Lothal Message. And, of course, there’s the constant graffiti. No matter how quickly the anti-First Order designs and slogans are removed, more always appear as though from nowhere. The most popular image is always the phoenix symbol used by the last rebellion. It’s usually less well-executed than those painted by Sabine Wren (Countess Wren, now, firmly entrenched on Krownest and resisting the First Order with her clan’s whole might), and as well as Rebellion red and orange it appears in many other colours - blue, green, purple, gold, white, turquoise - but the intent is clear. Burn us all you like; we will rise again.

Today, the rebels struck in Capital City. An arms convoy was diverted, and later apparently recovered, but when the crates were opened the blasters and ammunition had been replaced with meilooruns. The exotic fruit, which only grows in warmer climates than temperate Lothal, could possibly be traced, but the authorities already know it’s a waste of time to try. The rebels are smarter than that; they’ll have imported them through the black market specifically for the occasion. In fact, it’s unlikely that there’ll be any clues to their identity, although to save face an investigation will still have to be carried out. The rebels will go unpunished, and the First Order knows better than to take its frustration out on random citizens. It won’t make the Empire’s mistake and create martyrs.

Halfway across the planet, an old woman dismounts from a loth-wolf with the grace of someone a third of her age, barely needing the wooden staff in her hand for balance. A satisfied smile seems glued to her face, but it’s only when she’s thanked the wolf and he’s loped off that she throws her head back and laughs. That was too easy. The FO have inherited too much from the Empire - software, hardware, even protocols - and treat “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” as a commandment. Diverting the shipment was a simple question of broadcasting the right signal and knocking out the guards. The blasters will be broken down for parts; those that the rebellion can’t use themselves will be sold or traded to help pay Clan Fett and Ohnaka Transport Solutions for the meilooruns. (Once, the woman would have thought an Ugnaught would fly unaided before Hondo went vaguely straight, but his business seems to be doing well enough.) And the ammunition will make useful explosives for future operations. Crucially, the whole lot is out of FO hands.

As the woman heads into the cave system that’s been her home these last few years, she sheds what passes for her disguise, piece by piece. There’s no longer a need for the elaborate cosmetics and dyes she used when she was younger; human memories are so short. The headscarf, now faded from its original midnight blue, over her Wolfpack-coloured hair comes off first, and is tucked into her belt as she massages some circulation back into her ear-tips. She’s never got used to that. Then she unwraps the leather strap from around the central third of her staff, revealing the engraved durasteel beneath, and clips it back into its usual place. Finally, after hanging up the long brown cloak she was wearing over her shell-white tunic and 501st blue trousers and resting the quarterstaff in its holder, she opens the latter’s secret compartment and removes the cylinder of durasteel and copper within, replacing it with a simpler device, also kyber-powered (using Aayla Secura’s crystal, to be exact). It’s only when her lightsabre is back on her hip that Jedi Master Helli Abbasa finally feels she’s come home.

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The Meat Droids live with @keldabekush, by the way, just for completeness. 

@dhampiravidi   /

“  do you have an appointment  ?  ”   malta asks,  somewhat flatly as eyes scan over the datapad,  visibly drained from the average everyday chaos that plagued docking bay 5.  hondo didn’t even have appointments,  and malta could barely find the time to speak to the proprietor of ohnaka transport solutions himself half the time;  but,  it was one way to get most people to leave him alone and get back to his work.  his shift had to be almost over,  right ?

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The comms at one completely legitimate shipping depot are always on (someone could really tell these guys that).

The continuing "transcripts" between Malta and Gar, none of them intelligent.

Rated T.

Sometimes at Ohnaka Transport Solutions you can find Porg nests! Sometimes it’s a good idea to check the empty ones, you might find keys or credits or even Batuuan Spira inside.

Decided to draw something featuring Gar and Malta and then my ADHD meds kicked it up a notch. Pictured here: Malta being unsure about the quality of the ingredients in this Ronto wrap while Gar literally could not care less

Hire me, Hondo.

Not like sharing this single progress shot is going to increase my productivity.

But if you must know (no one asked), I am finally working on another Gar & Malta comic (no one needs). The roughs have been sitting in my file folder for approximately a year, but I’d like to pretend like 2022 didn’t happen, so by that logic, really it’s only been a month.

This is the face of someone who just watched another ship crash. Working at Ohnaka Transport Solutions must be rough.

Stories

The two half Twi'lek, half human offspring had a decent age gap between them, but as Gar got older Malta took it upon himself to entertain his four year younger brother.

And once they'd settled, more or less, on Batuu and Malta had caught wind of the fact that Hondo Ohnaka— famed pirate king, had happened to have settled himself onto the planet mere years before he had no excuse against telling his tells. Even if it seemed to really influence his younger brother.

"Two Jedi and a Sith?" young Gar echoed, his scruffy blue hair all puffed up and in his face despite his efforts to push it back, "Whoa… Hondo's amazing. I wanna be just like him."

Malta just snorted, standing tall in their shared bed room, a grin adorning his face, pale orange skin almost even duller than it actually was in the faint light provided by their night light Gar insisted on having still, "That's only one of the highlights of his career. You could never be like the great Hondo Ohnaka."

That made Gar frown heavily, a pout wavering at the hybrid's lips that caused Malta to jump down from the bed he'd taken a stance on. "You gotta make a name for yourself, brother. Be Gar, not Hondo."

"You… you think I could be as amazing as him?" Gar seemed skeptical, and Malta almost winced, but instead clapped his brother on the shoulder.

"You've more time to earn your name if you start early, it took him awhile to climb up." Malta then smiled, "But you probably don't wanna be a pirate, huh? How about a smuggler like mom and dad?"

"I wanna adventure!" Gar argued, loud enough to prompt Malta to press a hand to his younger brother's mouth, hushing the hybrid.

"Okay, okay. And so you shall," Malta agreed, slowly releasing his brother's face with a soft smile, "I believe in you, Gar."

"You… you do?" Gar seemed to light up, pushing his scruffy blue hair out of his face to stare up at his older brother.

"Oh, absolutely. I'll always believe in you, Gar."

Ben’s TIE-echelon hadn't even left Batuu's atmosphere, when Armitage and his squad arrived at Oga's cantina already. Oga Garra being a major supplier of the Knights of Ren’s space sation, cutting this connection off was paramount.

Armitage: "Alright, let's get some solid arrests in while Ben plays hero. No cold beer from Black Spire for the Sith shitheads anymore! We chip that filth off our empire piece by piece until it’s gone!”

Destroying Oga Garra's syndicate was more important than ever, now that it had come to light that the crimelord supplied the Knights of Ren not just with provisions, but also stolen kyber crystals and lightsaber hilts.

And although there were some setbacks...

...there came the day when Armitage and his trio went toe to toe with Hondo Ohnaka...

...and won.

Armitage: "Ohnaka Transport Solutions is hereby placed under government control. No more transports for Garra. No more dealings with Garra period."

It was quite the shock, Oga Garra being that elusive presence behind the scenes, but Hondo the amiable, visible face of the syndicate (even though he wasn’t officially a member). In the days to come more and more of the lesser thugs dropped out of the operation and word in the streets deterred upstart scoundrels from filling the ranks up again. But the level of resistance to be expected from Oga Garra’s higher ups would actually increase from this point on.