Confessions of a Vos Addict--- META
Confessions of a Vos Addict
Every morning, I wake with the desire to write about, and dwell upon, Quinlan Vos. A comic book Jedi with dreadlocks and a yellow stripe on his face. If I'm lucky, I don't actually have anything, and I can get on with my day. If I am unlucky, my day is swallowed by fan-fiction.
Being like Quinlan Vos has not panned out. A middle aged, fifty-stone near-sighted female with mouse-yellow, skimpy dreadlocks is a horror to many. And it took six months for my husband to even notice the hair had changed; he just thought I'd got it wet. Then he said, 'Can you take them out?' Short answer? No. They have to grow out. I am only Vos in my ass-kicking, hard-thrusting dreams. Pathetic, I know.
Like me, Vos has caf in the morning. And gets on with his day. For ten long years he's been a Jedi spy with a padawan with blue head-tails. Then his mind gets wiped and he has to start again. Then for twelve years more, once the both of them have been re-trained, he is a spy without a padawan, who just like the rest of the Star Wars galaxy, had no idea that the Clone Wars were coming. The most open time for fertile speculating on him, and free-form imagining what he was up to, is those twelve years. They are also the most frightening, for me.
Why? Because I have to think for myself. Up until now, my stories have been fawning extrapolations, spun out as faithfully as I know how from the known works, by the creators of the character, the blessed Ostrander and Duursema (and of course Lucas, who gave them permission.) Then careful study of the Galaxy Far Far Away chronology revealed this blank of years. Years when Quin was his own man. He was not yet a question mark in Count Dooku's camp, had no love interest who would later have his child, had no interest or expectation of leading any clone armies. None of the Jedi even knew about those armies.
I have dipped my toe into those years. I had him dumped by Aayla, for Kit Fisto. I had him giving up on Obi-Wan, who was hopelessly in love with his own padawan as well. I let him get Mace drunk. MrsHamill wrote him with Bail Organa, but that was in an AU (alternate universe) where Qui-Gon was still around. I had him realize that Obi had once and for all moved on to Bail and Anakin, as my art-crush Ren depicts them, after Geonosis, and running to the Wheel to sulk. Shylar, his padawan crush, wasn't dead yet. But I have never warmed to her, the lean golden perfection of her. I am loathe to imagine him with Shylar. Plo Koon and he had a thing before the mind-wipe, but Plo didn't remind him; their duties had become too different.
If there are any other Vos addicts out there with thoughts about what he was up to in this time period, do jump in. Go ahead, write him with Shylar, I dare you. There's plenty of room. And I am shooting in the dark-- I don't like that, makes me nervous, like maybe there's giant spice spiders in here with me or something. And anything you write can't possibly be more wacky than when he took out the witches on Dathomir. And do let me know what you come up with, or I will be forced to Google, which is a sinister monopoly creeping up on us all...
Only one hint I have-- some people have seen the trademark Vos grimace, behind which my hero hides, and recommended a good laxative. Oh no; Korto Vos just needs to kick some ass. Then he starts to smile. Works like a charm. I have a feeling he meets other single scoundrels that way, though maybe not Villie. Villie likes girls.