Veeery Curious About The Living Fabric

Veeery curious about the « living fabric » 👀👀👀

Why didn't I think of this sooner?

I have this trillionaire-rich dynasty House D'Vallor that happens to own an entire planet they use as holiday retreat and lease out remote areas to corporations for additional revenue.

They're loosely inspired by the Medici who, historically, started out in the textile commerce. I wasn't sure how I would translate this into a sci-fy setting, but - duh - I already developed the concept of "living fabric" in detail months ago.

House D'Vallor achieved its wealth starting out in textile commerce after one of them invented "living fabric" a few generations ago.

Like, no one will ever read any of it because if your concepts don't matter if you are a writer with zero drawing skills, but it's satisfying how this comes together.

At the end of the world, or the last thing I see… you are never coming home.

I got hit with inspiration for some devious evil angsty art while listening to my chemical romance (no way!) so please. Enjoy :))

Crosshair is so captivating, in character, mind, and body.

handsome bald man

Echo hates medbay. He hates going. He hates being hooked up to machines and he will avoid it if given the option. He hates it so much the batch starts going with him just to make sure he actually attends.

When Tech comes with him he chats the whole time. He distracts Echo while the medics work and he clarifies and asks questions when he feels the need. Tech is an excellent distraction that Echo would gladly take any day of the week.

Wrecker treats medical visits like a game. He plays with supplies and makes faces over the medic’s shoulders to make Echo laugh. The medics always know there’s some shenanigans going on (they’re too smart not to) but at least Echo isn’t squirming and scowling at everything they want him to do so they’ll consider that a win. Echo is grateful when Wrecker comes with him because he’s never bored.

Crosshair makes every medbay visit feel like a mission. He stands quietly in the corner and watches diligently. Echo’s never felt quite so observed before. If Echo even looked uncomfortable Crosshair would square up like a particularly prickly guard dog. He turns into such a hover hen when the medic even implies something might be wrong. ‘Is it because you haven’t eaten since last night? Someone get a ration bar.’ ‘I bet it’s because you took Wrecker’s night shift last night. Don’t look at me like that I know you did.’ Echo loves him but also wants to throttle him.

Hunter questions everything. ‘Is it really necessary to take his blood today?’ ‘You’re not our usual medic. We’d like the usual medic.’ ‘We have a mission in one rotation we’ll need to make this snappy.’ The second the medic is gone to run labs, ya know do his job, Hunter leans in so no one else can hear them and is like ‘I’ll break us out of here don’t you worry.’ Echo rolls his eyes but mumbles a grouchy ‘thank you’.

Echo used to bulk at them coming with him but he never refuses them now. Whether it’s a check up or physical or illness or injury. He hates medbays. But he loves the batch.

When I say "I make final revisions" I apparently mean "let me add a detailed chapter on under what assumptions I think the term democracy operates within the Star Wars universe because I'm afraid no one will be able to follow my subsequent argumentation if I don't"