mister-bones

  • Captain Kirk™: macho-buff, fuckboy McWomanizer, ruthless badass, depthless, rude...
  • Actual canon TOS Jim: Gentle empathetic type, a raging feminist, introverted, kinda gay, has PTSD and an eating disorder, respects diversity, reads old books in bed, wears glasses, avoids violence whenever he can, feels deep burdens after taking a life, adores his dear Mister Spock and Bones and his crew, a bit oversensitive...

Inktober 2016 - Day 6 - Mister Bones

ROGER-ROGER.

OK first off, I adore B1 battle droids, I’ve such a soft spot for them. And Mister Bones from Aftermath: Life Debt is wonderful, one of my fave characters from the new Star Wars books! He’s such a mix between comical violence and socially clueless attempts at being a supportive member of his family. Robot hugs get really weird when the droid in question has retractable blades on his bony little arms.

Mister Bones, also simply referred to as Bones, was a heavily modified B1 battle droid with a murderous personality. He was constructed by Temmin Wexley and built from components the boy scavenged from the catacombs beneath Myrra, the capital city of Akiva. Bones served as Temmin’s personal bodyguard in addition to being considered his friend and loyal companion. He had a sadistic personality and would sing or hum while attacking and maiming his victims. After Temmin reunited with his mother Norra Wexley, Temmin joined the nascent New Republic and helped Norra and her team hunt down Imperial war criminals.

Star Wars: Aftermath & droids as people

So I see a certain amount of indignation about the way droids are treated in Star Wars and I agree. They are clearly people- they have evident personalities, preferences and fears. Why aren’t they treated as if those are valid?

One of the characters in Aftermath treats a droid bodyguard like a person, insisting on the droid’s name (rather than model) being used to identify him:

Temmin is fifteen years old, and he built Mister Bones himself. As you can see, he worries that people’s negative comments will hurt Mister Bones’ feelings. You don’t insult Mister Bones. 

Note that other characters see Mister Bones as a ‘thing’. Even the narration shows that version of him. Temmin doesn’t see his friend that way. His aunt comments that Mister Bones is Temmin’s closest friend. In addition to this, Temmin and Mister Bones show affection for each other. Temmin hugs Mister Bones more than once in the story, and tells him he’s the best. 

He shows a strong loyalty to Mister Bones, and I hope to see this attitude towards droids develop through the new books. We need more characters who care about droids, and see them as the people they clearly are.

okay so in the same vein of Poe and Snap knowing each other forever I like this idea of Poe telling Rey and Finn all sorts of stories in a common area and a bunch of the other pilots and various other resistance fighters come and join in, tell stories too or listen. Eventually everyone leaves for the night until it’s just Rey, Finn, and Poe. Poe starts to drift off and then he falls asleep and Finn’s like “uh? what do we do? I can’t carry him with my back still messed up” and Rey could carry him probably, but doesn’t really want to try it and then they look up because Snap is wandering in and he’s like “Yeah I figured he’d konk out, he does this when he gets over-excited.” (were he awake Poe would groan and remind Snap that he’s 32-kriffing-years-old Snap, I don’t get over-excited) and then he turns around to the hall and yells “Bones!” 

And then Mr.Bones comes trundling in and, as Rey and Finn watch - confused, alarmed - he scoops Poe up and goes to carry him off to his room. With a yawn, Snap waves goodnight to Rey and Finn and goes back to his room. 

(a few minutes later they hear a loud terrifying ROGER ROGER and see Mr. Bones walk down the hallway back to Snap’s room.)

I dreamed of my body all light and shadows in yards of sheer white lace. I was standing beside Thorn at the end of a corridor and he turned to me, lifting the veil that hid my face. He leaned to kiss me. I parted red lips of a skull revealing fanglike teeth.

“Mister Bones,” I said, “pray tell, sir, which one of us is you?”

—  – Francesca Lia Block, Echo