#Cad Bane x Original Characters

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Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 14

Explicit: Semi-slow burn, gratuitous smut /pwp, canon-typical violence, mildly dubious consent, angst, Tatooine Slave Culture.

This chapter: Flashbacks / nightmares, whump, mild-medical procedure involving a needle/dispenser and sedatives.

Word count: 5.3k+

Notes: It only took me TWO YEARS TO UPDATE. SORRY ABOUT THAT. I promise that I will try to update more regularly from now on.

[ Ao3 ] - [ Masterpost ]

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“Supposin’ us bein’ partners don’ mean nothin’,” Bane flippantly offered. Though feeling despondent, he masked it well. The two men were a lot alike in that respect; Bane hardly knew what went on inside the Mando’s over-complicated mind.

“You’ve learned everything there is to know, Cad. And what you don’t know, you don’t want to learn, even if given the opportunity.”

“What’s dhat even mean,” the Duros asked bitingly, throwing down the butt of his cigarra on the cold, hard ground. The two began to make their way, Jango sighing under the beskar helmet that hid his face, Bane trudging along behind, albeit slowly; he was freezing.

Vandor was an icy planet, located in the Sloo Sector of the Mid Rim, currently home to a target that had made his home in Fort Ypso, a snowy village that lay sequestered in the foothills of the Iridium mountains, only crossable by bridge. The wooden planks groaned under their feet as the pair of hunters ventured onward, Slave I left beyond its borders so as not to attract attention and give the game away.

“It means you are stubborn,” Fett returned, his voice carrying over the blistering wind. “Perhaps it is time for you to branch out on your own; be your own man. I am beginning to think I cramp your style.”

The Duros sneered, offended in more ways than one, fangs chattering even though he wore specialized gear meant to curtail the cold from leeching through to his very bones. “Says de man who don’ know when te turn down a job; if Ah had nips, dhey’d already be frozen off.”

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Jango informed him, his joke lost on the dour man. He wasn’t in the mood for Bane’s attitude, much less his complaints.

“As fer style, Ah got plenty,  naht countin’ dhis ridiculous ‘fit ye’ made me wear.”

Bane frowned despite himself, feeling each minor movement of his facial muscles; they were stiff from the frigid temperature, the younger man desiring to find a place of warmth. At least his body glove was able to retain some heat, otherwise he was sure to succumb to this positively ridiculous weather within mere minutes, seconds.

“Fine; maybe Ah should leave ye te it dhen; wait in de ship, if yer so keen on gettin’ rid of me.”

Then, his sour expression deepened, Bane’s footfalls ceasing as he came to a full stop. “It’s ‘cause Ah don’ agree with ye, ain’t it.”

“It’s not your life, nor your decision,” the Mandalorian shot back without delay, unable to hide his bitterness. “I know what I want, even if you don’t.”

Bane braced himself, realizing this was about to become more personal than he had bargained for, Fett having never bothered to explain his motives. All Bane knew was he had won some contest, proving he was the best bounty hunter in all the galaxy—a title he assumed might one day rightfully be his.

Fett had trained him, after all. More than that; he had become his friend, his confidant. Bane might go so far as to think he even loved the man, though never voicing those sentiments out loud; he buried them, like everything else he felt.

Perhaps it was fear that kept him quiet. Fear, or maybe anxiety. They both lived in the same place—inside his chest. The chest that currently housed a heart beating furiously behind a wall of ribs, even as Bane reached out to touched Fett’s shoulder.

What he couldn’t understand was why he needed a million of himself; Jango would be tasked to train an army for an unknown benefactor, an army of clones.

The idea sent shivers down Bane’s scales. He understood there were credits to be made, and lots of them. But even so, this was a line Bane himself would never cross—playing God by ignoring ethics, by ignoring quandaries he thought might only come about in science labs. Not in the field; not in the relatively short life of a bounty hunter.

“Ah know what Ah want,” he muttered softly, “de one of ye.”

The Mando whisked around, batting his companion’s hand away. He could not see his face, but Fett’s annoyance easily radiated out beyond his suit of armor. He thought Bane would never understand his hatred for the Jedi; the duty he had assigned himself that consumed half his personality. “Come off it.”

Bane hesitated. The sky began to darken; he thought he had been to this place before.

“You’re a fool,”Fett’s voice, a low baritone, seeped into Bane’s ears, in turn causing the Duros to tremble. It was not out of the coldness of the weather, but the coldness of his words, that Bane’s body involuntarily shuddered, wide, red eyes blinking away flecks of snowflakes as they floated toward the ground; they were gossamer, each one intricate by its own design.

“But Fett-”

“Shut up,” the Mando cut him off. Something wasn’t right. Bane gazed around himself, even as Fett continued. “You really think I care about what you think?”

Bane stared at him, a wounded look taking over his already glum face. Even so, he thought to follow-up, wondering if he had said these words before. “Just dhat-”

Flames were birthed from blankets of white snow, shooting up as pillars of an all-consuming heat, Bane taking a step back as he watched the fire cast a shadow on Jango’s beskar helmet. Those little flecks, those tiny snowflakes, were now tendrils of hot ash, the icy ground nearby the bridge they stood on a carpet of dirt and soot.

“Ja-Jango?” Bane stuttered out; the man approached, deliberate, even as his voice rose in his anger.

“You are nothing to me, Cad. You are nothing.”

The fire blazed more luminous than a main-sequence star; the heavens were black as pitch and no sun shone; Bane heard another sound, this one the creak of weakening ropes as the Duros realized the bridge they stood upon was near to collapse. It was old, rickety, and the only way into town.

“You are not my friend, and you will never be my family,” Fett assured, his vehemence laced with mockery. The Mando laughed, dry, and borderline sadistic; it was out of character for him. Bane grimaced.

“Fett, we gotta go back!” Bane ignored his hurtful remarks, noticing the bridge was starting to sink and give beneath their weight and the onslaught of the flames. The youth would peer over the side, eyes set to broaden as he realized the mountain valley was now nothing but a pit of hellfire.

“You are weak; pathetic; worthless-”

“-stop it!”

“-just a frightened little boy.”

“Enough!” the Duros shouted; he could hear the panic in his voice. He cursed himself, wanting to be brave; wanting to prove to Fett that everything he said was erroneous, inaccurate – but he was right; Bane was frightened.

Suddenly, Bane had nothing below his feet, just a gaping hole and a river of bright flames. Fett was hovering; he had activated the thrusters of his jetpack; Bane aimed to do the same, pressing a button on his wrist gauntlet, except his boots wouldn’t fire; they sputtered and died out.

He kept on falling.

“Jango!” He heard his voice crack, Bane reaching out and up toward the Mando. The man only laughed that wry, cruel laugh, even as Bane fell to what he knew would be his death.

With hands grasping, arms flailing, and legs kicking erratically, Bane yelled one last time as his body was engulfed, swallowed by the void.

“Ah’m sorry!”

---

“Oh, no!” Todo 360 articulated. “I was afraid this might happen!” the droid verbalized in a mild state of panic. He began zooming around the room, peeking into cabinets and pulling out various tools, utensils, and medical implements. It appeared to Zulara that he might be looking for something in particular, so hurried were his movements in his haste.

“Can I help?” she asked quietly, though eager, not sure what was even wrong or what it was she would be looking for. The girl had been seated on the floor, tinkering with one of Bane’s fancy vambraces; it was sparking.

The girl glanced to the bacta pod where Cad Bane slumbered, but something was amiss; his eyelids twitched. She stood, then approached with caution, peering down into the coffin-like contrivance – that’s when she noticed.

The Duros trembled, the muscles of his face distorting into what looked like fear, then pain. His head shifted back and forth from side to side, though not awake. Zulara’s heart ached for the man.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked, turning to stare at the frantic Todo. He was too busy in his search to hear her, muttering his many grievances and even a few expletives.

“Todo?” she asked again, the concern apparent in her voice. She stepped forward toward the little droid, tapping him gently on his tiny shoulder.

Todo whirled on her, having forgotten momentarily that she was even aboard the ship, Zulara noting she had startled him by the widening of his citrine eyes.

“Do not do that!” he proclaimed, immediately taking back up the search. Zulara’s lower lip quivered as she turned on her heel, refacing the injured man; he at least seemed calmer now, which Zulara pointed out.

“He’s stopped moving,” she whispered.

Todo zipped on by, a cool rush of air tickling her arm. He observed his master through the glass, a pane of two-inch thick transparisteel.

The droid sighed a human sigh, then rounded on his thrusters. He stared up at the girl, finally managing to find the time to give her a halfhearted story of some kind.

“When in the bacta pod, Bane’s subconscious is left totally unguarded! He is vulnerable to whatever it is his mind can conjure up, and I will have you know these things are not pleasant.”

“He had a nightmare,” Zulara stated, though the end of her phrase had a questioning lilt to it.

Todo nodded in assent, then added: “He has a lot of those, I am afraid.” He wondered if he should be telling all Bane’s secrets. Was this a secret? Nightmares were common among organics. He was unsure.

Zulara frowned at him, then looked down at her boots. She often had nightmares herself, a reoccurring one; the one where she was stripped from her mother’s arms by her drunken father; the one where she was ushered off like chattel into a life of slavery.

Her gaze returned to Todo once she had repressed that bit of sordid memory. “Will he be all right?” she questioned anxiously.

“You are humorous, human. Mister Bane has endured much worse. But I must find this pneumatic dispenser! It holds a sedative we may need; it is only a precaution.”

“You are going to sedate him?” Zulara asked, perplexed.

“Well, it is better than what Bane would do!” Todo scolded, continuing his rummaging. “I, for one, do not wish to suppress my memories, but in all likelihood Bane will hurt himself in this state, and he is already wounded.”

Zulara seemed confused. “What do you mean?”

Todo was becoming irritated. If this woman was not present, he could work in peace! Just who did Boba think he was, leaving her with him! Granted, she seemed to care about his master, but she was still a nuisance! Perhaps the droid was now beginning to understand why Bane called him that on limitless occasions - and when he meant well.

He started to have a change of heart, though his metal shell was empty besides his circuitry; his own thought process set him straight. Todo simply sighed again, though trying to be patient. “Mister Bane seems to think that libations will solve his problems. Why, ever since Boba Fett shot him in the head, he has never been the same!”

Zulara’s frown remained fixated, though deepening. She had heard this mentioned once before as they had dragged Bane inside his ship. Why would the man that had helped to rescue him want him dead instead? It made no sense. She thought to ask, but wondered if the droid would answer her.

Todo seemed two things: high-strung and untrusting, though Zulara’s interest was not self-serving, she was only curious. It was hard not to want to learn all she could about the Duros, his history, and those things that made him tick.

“What happened?” she finally managed, fingers trailing a path down the outside of the convex, transparent glass. “Boba would not tell me how he knew Bane,” she added, studying the curves and angles of the hunter’s face despite the mask he wore that fed him oxygen.

“Because then Boba would be admitting to attempted murder!” the incensed droid piped up, rounding on her. He was flustered by the question, and even more so aggravated by the answer he was about to give. Young Fett was a traitor and a deserter in his opinion; a fly-by-night, disreputable scoundrel to say the very least!

“When one commits to a job, or when one is given a home and specialized training - for free might I add – with only the expectancy of loyalty, and then for that person to defect, to try Mister Bane’s patience after all he did for him!”

Todo scoffed, turning back around. He opened up a lower cabinet, somehow sticking his large head inside, so his words were muffled. “To question his authority is one thing, but to shoot him?!” Todo’s voice was elevated, despite being dampened within the cupboard he was scouring. “Simply because you do not agree with his methods!?”

Zulara watched Todo’s metal chassis shift back and forth as his upper half continued with its plundering, tossing things haphazardly behind him. The girl would lift one leg, dodging something sharp that vibrated—a sonic scalpel? What did Cad Bane need that for?

Zulara bent down to pick it up; she switched it off. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about the head plate Bane always sported. “So, then Boba betrayed him? He shot him at point-blank range?”

Her thoughts drifted to the man whose comlink was in her pocket. The youthful face, the curly hair, the deep brown eyes – so soft and rich – she could not imagine him to be a killer, yet he was another bounty hunter. A bounty hunter like the Duros she had feelings for, the one who left her, the one who desired her dead for the sand she had thrown into his stark garnet eyes.

“Well, no,” Todo admitted. He had been there, after all, observing it all unfold. “There was a duel. It was a tie-” the little droid emerged to swivel toward her once again, “-but Boba cheated! A Mandalorian’s helmet is made of beskar! And while Boba is no Mandalorian, his -er- father was.”

Todo 360 made an irritated harumph. “A solitary clone should have been grateful to have Mister Bane mentor him! I know I  would be. Of course, he did owe Jango many favors, or so Mister Bane has said…”

His voice trailed off; Zulara realized something. It was no matter that this droid was comprised of ones and zeros, or its many servos. Something clicked inside her brain—Todo had no bolt, no way in which he was restrained. He loved his master, and to some extent, Cad Bane must love him.

She could only imagine this Fett harbored some kind of guilt, as well he should. If she ever saw him, if he ever commed her…yet it was not her business.

Zulara refocused her attention, “a pneumatic dispenser, no?” Her inquiry was soft, calming. Todo perceptibly unwound, as the organic’s voice was somehow soothing.

He was not used to women hanging around; he had only known those that Bane kept on retainer for one reason or another, namely Aurra Sing; she had not one gentle bone in her whole body. In fact, he might blame her for the way young Boba had turned out. While Mister Bane had a hand in it, it was not until he had been abandoned and thrown in prison thanks to the Palliduvan that his master had offered Fett his guidance.

“Yes,” the exhausted droid replied, returning to his work. He kept one eye on her, but he was thankful for the girl’s assistance, however wary. One could never be too careful.

---

“Boba?” Bane had heard the name, floating out in empty space, inside his mind, or spoken by a God. It lingered, the two syllables leeching their way into his cerebral cortex, even as pure darkness surrounded him, enveloping his cold flesh like a thickset, heavy blanket of unease.

His stomach lurched; he felt like throwing up. Instead, he sat upright and was faced with a nearly obscene brightness. Someone had unveiled the stars, but one shown more luminous than all the others; the one that warmed the desert planet he was now stationed on.

“Bane!”

The Duros’ eyes rolled to his left, spying within his hand a bottle of dark liquor, Bane ascertaining this might be the reason for his sickness; the empty feeling that tarried in his guts. But still, nothing was making sense.

Bane dropped the bottle, glancing up. Some distance away was a teenaged Boba Fett.

How many times would the kid shout his name in anger? How many times would he have to remember his father’s face when looking into his? That armor, that helmet – all a cruel reminder.

“You should have been there.”  That’s what the boy had said that fateful day.

Bane stood, gazing out. He was supposed to say something, words that had been repeated time and time again. The outcome would never be any different, he suspected, but the hunter was caught in a web of his own delusions. Maybe this time he could make it right; maybe this time Bane would not lose his self-respect or his dignity to a fourteen-year-old brat.

“Ah wouldn’ be so-” Bane’s voice dropped; he said the rest quietly and to himself, “-hasty now, boy…”

No. This wasn’t at all accurate. This had happened once before. Bane studied his surroundings, noting the placement of the buildings, a fire that burned in the distance, wisps of dark-colored smoke emanating in tight curls.

Fire.

There was a fire.

He had fallen.

Boba turned his head; Bane followed his lead, spying C-21 Highsinger and his faithful droid companion. Held prisoner in their grasp was a white-haired old man. The child - Fett’s offspring - demanded that he be released along with all the other hostages.

What hostages.

“Let them go, Bane.”

What had he done? He could not remember, the Duros craning his hat and head to stare down at both of his blue hands.

“This isn’t their fight anymore.”

Bane knit his brow in thought, his gaze returning to the boy. He took a new approach, or at least he thought. He was unsure, second-guessing, caught in a place that resembled reality, yet Bane was positive none of this was real.

“Yer daddy ain’t here, boy. Ah knowit. But ye gonna go ‘head an’ bite de hand dhat feeds?”

Bane took two steps forward, somehow knowing what came next. He had always wondered if there was some other way than this, something he could have done to change Fett’s mind. But in the end, he had it out for him; it was a part of history that could never be rewritten. Boba had got it in his head that Cad Bane was his enemy, and the sole executioner of the people here, as if he was the only one who was unscrupulous among those present.

“Yer gonna wind up poor, or dead, out on yer own – dhis galaxy is harsh. Ye think Jango was perfect? Ye think he wouldn’ do whateva’ it takes te get de job done?”

“Shut up! I am not my father!” Boba scolded beneath his helmet; Bane ground his teeth as he glared at him, his expression full of venom. Always such an impudent, brazen child.  He hated Jango then – all of them – and his clone army; his poor decision.

“No more innocent people are going to die, or be locked up, or live in fear,” Fett reiterated, brandishing a finger. It was ironic, all this talk, when Boba Fett was supposed to be a bounty hunter.

“Did ye ferget what profession ye’s in? We’re hunters, Boba. Unless ye ain’t one. Maybe yer just soft.”

A poor choice of words, considering the circumstances. Bane was sure he had only made things worse. He did not have the time to contemplate anything beyond that, for Bossk and Embo had arrived.

At least they were fairly trustworthy, the Kyuzo only second to Bane himself. Bossk knew how to take directions, even though he had connections, strong ones, to the Guild. Bane had thought, incorrectly, that they might back him up and take his side, but the blood that ran through Boba’s veins was a testament to his skill and to his mounting leadership, despite his age and stature.

Bane smiled a crooked smile. “Looks like yer lil’ insurrection has failed.”

Boba looked behind himself and to the others; Bane’s smile faltered. He glanced around as the thin shroud separating this world from the next shimmered and disjoined. He saw stars; realspace; a depthless abyss of nothing, like a curtain had been pulled back to reveal the stage, and he was the main character.

“I say we give the kid his shot,” he heard the Trandoshan rasp.

Bane dug his boots into the sandy earth. There was a suction pulling him, like a vacuum, toward a gaping hole that now stretched so wide the entire town was gone. The only thing that remained were the other hunters; Bossk and Embo had stood down, and Boba was rounding on him.

Bane realized they did not seem to be affected; it was like none of this was happening. He knew what he was supposed to say, as if only reciting his own name.

“So, dhat’s it – just ye and me dhen, Boba Fett.”

“I guess it is,”the boy would reply.

Their eyes met, or at least he thought they did. That damned bucket was in the way, Bane mentally cursing its utility – it’s why he hated them – it was a place to hide.

And kark the others; their loyalty was forfeit, Bane reminded of a most important lesson: he was alone, and he always had been. Always would be, save his droid for company.

A sharp wind picked up, yet Bane’s hat did not fly off—not yet. He fought with all his might against an invisible adversary, even as his fingers danced above one LL-30 BlasTech pistol. If he could only be a fraction faster, if he could only put this disgruntled adolescent in his rightful place, his anger, his heartache, his headaches—they all might vanish.

His quick draw was the cause of his notoriety. To be outdone - to lose to a snot-nosed kid - it would be an embarrassment, though highly understated. The only thing he had left to him was his reputation, and Fett was out to steal it from him, albeit fair and square. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – let that happen.

Bane pulled his weapon; he squeezed the trigger. Simultaneously, another shot was fired. Superheated plasma - imbued with an explosive quality - transferred kinetic and thermal force to the armor plating that lined his signature bolero.

It was not enough to stay the bolt; he felt a searing pain on the left side of his head, radiating across his brow and the upper part of his domed skull. He fell back flat, staring up at a now starless, barren sky. He was out of breath, and he thought this is where he ought to die.

Bane would close his eyes, legs stretched out and arms taut at his sides. He had no idea the outcome; that it had been a tie; that Boba Fett had saved himself from his demise by wearing that accursed beskar, yet the young hunter’s aim had not betrayed him.

“Mister Bane!” he would hear his droid call aloud in a worried tone. He had repeated it three times now, though the Duros found he could not move. The only thing he could perceive in this state was a scathing ache; an excruciating, endless throbbing, right where the bolt made contact with his hat and ricocheted.

The plasma had been so hot, so volatile, it had dissolved his scales clean off and scorched him to the bone—the durasteel panel had dented inward before his hat rebounded off his head and fluttered to the ground, molten metal boring easily through flesh and osseous tissue, slowed only partially.

Tears welled behind shut eyelids, as in that moment, he wished the boy had killed him.

---

Zulara, hours later, had traversed Mos Eisley’s streets. She had been looking for something, something good to eat. While she was not hungry, she imagined Bane would be the moment he awoke. The girl had not strayed far in her search for the right ingredients.

She aimed to concoct a Twi’lek dish, though she would modify it. Her palette did not enjoy the fungi that accompanied the rycrit meat. She would add carrots and potatoes, along with various other root vegetables, to cook a hearty stew, a thing to keep Bane’s strength up and paid for with her own meager credits.

Todo had confirmed there was nothing much edible aboard Bane’s ship; she had found out shortly that its name was the Justifier; curious, though she would not mention it. Once they had found the lost dispenser, Zulara made it her new objective to prepare a home-cooked meal for the healing Duros. Perhaps he would be appreciative and would not mind that she was here, doing her best to look out for him.

To think, she could still be napping in Ohnaka’s arms if Fett had not sounded the alarm. It was something more complicated than a mere regret; she did not feel that way. In fact, it pleased her. It had scratched an itch Cad Bane had left behind. Still, she had been hurt, a stupid thing, as the youth had asked how long she had known this man; her answer proved unsatisfactory, even to herself.

Why? Why care? As if his attempt to free her was not enough, though Bane had made her feel things she had never felt before. Maybe Zulara has naïve, a woman with no sense, but what sense could she have considering her circumstances? Some might call it a learning curve, though that did not mean she was not harboring intelligence.  In this case, she was thinking with her heart and not her head, but she could not help it; all she cared for was Bane’s good health.

Zulara absentmindedly stirred a pot; it was something she had located in a cabinet by the conservator. It barely appeared used; she wondered if Bane ever liked to cook, or if his starship had come equipped with those things he needed, whether utilized or not.

Once the rycrit stew was at a simmer, she lowered its heat setting and placed a lid on top of it. With this accomplished, she thought to find Todo and pose another question: where was there a workroom, a space with tools? She had it in her mind to fix Bane’s gauntlet, wanting to feel useful.

Now, just where had that droid gone off to?

---

Glowing embers of crimson red bothered to open up again as Cad’s body began to move of its own volition.

No – it was the wind, that suction. It had gained momentum; it was stronger, rolling him like a tumbleweed toward the open maw of nothing!

The hat went first, vanishing beyond the veil. Bane grimaced as he dug his fingers into the pliant earth. There was no stopping it, head pounding as his legs thrashed violently. He was like a fish out of water, surrounded by only grit and sand. Death, once more, seemed imminent.

The Duros panicked.

---

Zulara heard a crash, like something falling. She rushed back to where Bane rested, Todo’s mental state in a disarray as he had dropped something. Her eyes traveled toward the pod; Bane was seizing. The girl would gasp as she ran for the tank at lightspeed.

It wasn’t that the droid was clumsy, he had simply moved too quickly. Seeing his master at the mercy of his nightmares had drawn out all his worry; it must have been preprogrammed, but by who was an unsolved mystery—unless it was Vertseth Automata. Surely, Bane would have preferred a model with more strengths than weaknesses, but he had his purpose. Currently, it was to act as nurse, though he was not one; he had been built for techo-service.

By the time Todo arrived, Zulara had already pried open the bacta pod. Bane was coughing, sputtering, even while unconscious. The girl tried lifting him, cupping his upper back as he broached the surface; the sticky gel still held him, her face strained with the effort, though Zulara kept him aloft, fighting the weakness of her arms—Bane was too heavy for her alone.

“Todo, do something!” she pleaded, though she needn’t ask. The droid had readied the dispenser that housed the sedative mid-dash.

“I am sorry, Bane, but this will only hurt a moment!” he said in warning, still somehow afraid of incurring his master’s wrath, no matter that he was incapacitated. He aligned the needle and pressed with all his might; the medicine was injected directly into the site; it would disperse and travel throughout his bloodstream, suppressing his dark memories to the best of its ability.

Todo sighed, dropping his hand and arm. He let the empty dispenser fall onto the floor. Bane had noticeably relaxed; his breathing evened out. Zulara finally felt convinced enough to lie him back down within the healing gel.

“Is-is that it? Will he settle now?” the girl asked fretfully, adjusting Bane’s breathing mask for him; it had become somewhat crooked.

“I do believe so, yes,” Todo stated, though his confidence was shaken. He backed up a foot to let her work, watching how Zulara tended to his master carefully.

It was then Todo wobbled on his axis, believing himself to be tuckered out. For a droid to feel this way was like when organics suffered from lack of sleep. He could not remember the last time he had plugged in, knowing that his power supply was finally dwindling. “I do not feel so good,” he reluctantly admitted.

“What?” Zulara appeared alarmed, turning now upon the droid. He placed his feet down on the ground - too much time spent hovering was another drain on his internal generator – knowing he had only a few minutes left.

“It is not..hi..ng…to worry a..bo..ut,” Todo’s speech came out garbled and slowed down, “I am in need of a re..ch..ar..ge…There is a sta..tion…do..wn the ha.ll.”

Bane’s companion’s eyes flickered, like two glowing yellow fireflies, flashing her at intervals. What would she do without him? What if Bane woke up again? She ran to his aid as he began a make his way, albeit awkwardly.

“You can’t leave me! What if the tank malfunctions, or what if Bane has another nightmare!” Zulara begged of him.

“Bane will most likely be remain un..con..scious for se..veral hours n..ow,” he tried to reassure, his tiny, robotic hands trailing the wall to his right side; his eyesight was no longer reliable, and he had to feel for it: the door that would lead him to his charging bay where he would gladly sit and wait to be replenished. “Do not wor..ry, he is safe. You can always ca..ll… Bo…ba.” He could not believe he was saying this.

“Are you sure? But I don’t want to call him!” Zulara argued, watching as Todo ambulated toward another room. It was the place with all their tools, the one she had been searching for. Todo had nearly made it to his recharge station when he stopped dead.

“Todo?” Zulara whimpered.

There was no response; he had lost all power.

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[thebluevipersden]

YRSA (my Star Wars OC) ⚙️

Let me introduce you to my OC in the Star Wars universe! She is Yrsa, a curious young engineer girl, who deeply resonates with nature and machines. About her tale in a nutshell: As a young child, Yrsa lived in a workshop and was surrounded by all kinds of mechanisms and gadgets, learning a lot of the necessary robotics from her father, who was an ambitious engineer. Later they had to flee their home from the wrath of the empire and crashed on an uninhabited planet while escaping. Yrsa was left alone at a very young age and was stranded there. She befriended in the woods with her animal companion, Cog, the acklay. Many years later, Cad Bane turns her life upside down, when he is sent after her to capture the girl. In her future Yrsa must leave her beloved forest and will live on Lower Coruscant, as an outcast traveling engineer. After the wilderness, she'll have to survive in the urban jungle. During her journey she'll even cross her path with an unexpected new ally, who comes from the shadows in a shroud of mystery... 😎 Then the little lady's life will again reach a turning point.

Yrsa's adventure started in this fanfiction: Tales of the Flame and the Rain | AO3 Thanks to my writing partner @river-mort and @deepbluespace4 for the enormous help and motivation with our conversations. I love you, guys! I also send a big hug those who have read or liked my fic so far. 💚

#Yrsa #Cog #character introduction #Star Wars OC #my ocs #sw oc #engineer oc #oc design #Star Wars #star wars fanfiction #Cad Bane #cad bane x oc #original character #original character art #character sheet #character concept #character design #art dump #little lady #acklay #creature oc #creatures #space mononoke #Tales of the flame and the rain #AO3 #artists on tumblr #thebluevipersden #cheellart #my art #starwarsocc

[kalza]

"One thing I've learned throughout my career, is that you can't trust anyone....not even those you considered, 'family.'"

With all the hype surrounding Cad's return in the upcoming season of The Bad batch, I finally got around to drawing his latest outfit. I'd been a lil' hesitant, because of how much more is going on with it....but I figured it out

So here's him and Ember, probably catching up on what's been going on and all that jazz.

#star wars #star wars: the bad batch #star wars: the clone wars #tbb #swtcw #fan art #cad bane #star wars oc #star wars (fan character) #oc x canon #crack pairing #alternate universe #star wars alien #duros #original species #alien #bounty hunter (star wars) #my art #digital art #Ember totally pointed out how smaller his hat got at some point

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

Fake title meme: Some Days You Just Can’t Get Rid of a Bomb (for any characters your heart desires :3 )

Thank you so much for this prompt because it was amazing AND I uh... accidentally wrote three fills for it xD I will link two of them because they are more esoterically related to the title...

A Court of Fey and Flowers (Gen)

Nandor x Guillermo

And then this one is played straight kind of. xD

Jango Fett x Zam Wessell x Cad Bane

It was probably not the wisest move to all gather round the Device, now that they knew it was a Bomb of unknown origin, kind, or ignition. But instinct was a hard thing to overcome, Jango knew.

And there was always some foolish drive in the flames of youth to follow instinct. Especially if it was to try and figure out how something blows up.

“So let me get this straight,” Bane grumbled, and Jango glanced up to see him rubbing at his temple. “You two clowns stole this from Hondo Ohnaka… So that we can sell it to Jabba. And none of know what it is. Or if this is a trap.”

“Clowns is a little harsh,” Zam bumped her hip into the duros’s, teasingly. Bane’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, but they’d all known each other long enough now—no one else could see that if he was really annoyed, more of his teeth would show—the lack of sharp canines in the expression let the slight twinge of affection shine through. Despite himself, Jango smiled.

Zam waved her hands in that wild way she only really did around the two of them, nearly hitting both of them as she began her long, convoluted explanation of the plan. Jango had heard it. It was. Stupid. But it was also clever. And ballsy. Something he knew only the three of them could pull of.

They just needed to convince Bane to use his tech skills to figure out precisely what they had stolen and how much they could charge for hazard pay.

“You’re so clever with all your little devices,” Zam was good at buttering up, but Jango knew Bane. He had an ego, as they all did, but among the three of them he appreciated competence and honesty.

“Most of which you stole, so this’ll be easy for you,” so Jango teased him. Bane shot him a much more fiery glare. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip a little. He knew what that specific glare meant too. And what it would mean later. He would look forward to it, but after the job was done.

Zam rolled her eyes, but was smiling. She liked to watch them flirt. He wasn’t sure why. But it wasn’t as if the two of them didn’t have their own share of flirtations that Bane rolled his eyes at. “And we know that the only person we trust to not get us killed is you, Bane. Just think of the Nemoidia job.”

“Don’t bring up the Nemoidia job,” Bane and Jango said at once. They even sighed at once. Zam called it something in Clawdite. She’d told him what it meant once. Shared soul. There was a word like that in Mando’a. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever tell Bane that. But part of him wondered if duros had a word too.

There was a pause. Zam would hold her breath during those pauses. For the drama, she would explain. And Bane would always just wait a little too long, just until her eyes bugged out a little. 

“Fine, fine!” Bane threw his hands up and knelt by the Device. “Get outta here, let me do all the hard work.”

Zam laughed, and skipped out of the ship, the victory practically glowing off of her. When she’d fully gone, Jango took the risk, and knelt over to kiss Bane lightly on the top of his bald blue head.

Bane only could stand public displays of desire, not affection. Affection was hard for him. He tensed, as he tended to, but relaxed into Jango’s touch, and only Jango’s. 

“Don’t blow up,” he smiled into a second kiss. 

Bane looked up at him, one brow raised. “What, you’ll miss me?”

“Something like that.”

#jango fett x cad bane #jango fett x zam wessell x cad bane #star wars #star wars fan fiction #prompt fill #chantillyxlacey #THANK YOU THIS WAS AWESOME <3 #my writing

[moonstrider9904]

August Recs!!

Thank you to the people who submitted fanfic or art pieces to recommend in this month’s edition of the list.

Don’t forget to check these works out and give them a reblog to best support their creator. Thank you once again!

✨ = My personal recommendation, added to the list by moi

🌺 = sent in as a recommendation!

** = NSFW 18+

Please remember to read each work's tags and warnings! These are in no particular order.

Creator Shout Outs

🌺 @moonstrider9904 - Masterlist ** (thank you uwu)

✨ @eyecandyeoz - Masterlist **

✨ @wild-karrde - Masterlist **

✨ @stardustbee - Masterlist **

Fic Recs

Crosshair

✨ Shadows and Shades Series by @wild-karrde

✨ Your Wish is my Command by @angelltheninth **

🌺 More Than You Can Chew by @zoeykallus **

🌺 A Sniper Walks into a Bar... by @eclec-tech

Rex

🌺 I Am Mine Series by @wrtng-forge-fiction **

🌺 Call Me Home Series by @twistedstitcher27 **

✨ Captain's Log Series by @rexxdjarin **

Tech

✨ Imperial Tech by @wild-karrde

Echo

🌺 Some Like It Hot by @twistedstitcher27 **

Cad Bane

🌺 Stars Above! Series by @sinisterexaggerator **

🌺 The Lies We Tell by DaughterofThanos **

Wolffe

🌺 Pieces Series by @teletraan-meets-jarvis

Star Wars Original Characters

🌺 Above the Skies by @galacticgraffiti

Art Recs

✨ Cody with coffee by @natddrawing

✨ Maul & Take Me To Church by @the-chains-are-the-easy-part

🌺 332nd Top Gun x Star Wars by @muguathepapaya

✨ Chewbacca and Luke Hug :3 by @bvkim2

✨ Hera and Alphabet Squadron by @lots-o-doodles

✨ Tech and Echo by @bribinart

✨ Confusing Chibi Batch by @azul-days

🌺 Physical Training with Echo by @twistedstitcher27

✨ Cadet Tech and Rax Frenatum by @talizorahs (OC belongs to @wwheeljack)

✨ Grumpy Maul by @shyranno

✨ Late Night Research (Tech) by @moonpawz

✨ Do not go gentle into the night (Rex) by @jasminejbatista

✨ Fives and Echo as Journey Travelers by @s-pirth-lemonade

✨ Cross(no)hair by @arachnidaszypalo

✨ Brooding Hunter by @keelifallen

#moon's rec lists #star wars fic recs #star wars art recs #star wars fanart #star wars fanfic #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x oc #tbb wolffe x oc #star wars oc #cad bane fanfic #tbb echo x reader #tbb tech

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Star Wars Masterlist

Generation of the Republic

[Tales of the Jedi, Prequels, The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch]

"Guilt" Obi-Wan Kenobi Drabble

Obi-Wan reflects on the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn

Warning: Canon-consistent graphic descriptions of death/injuries

"Irrational" Korkie Kryze Drabble

Korkie begins to wonder if Aunt Satine is hiding something concerning his heritage.

"Handprint" Ahsoka Tano Drabble

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Hands

Warning: blood, mentions of injuries

"Lost" Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Oneshot

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Lost

Warning: dark, it’s the Zygerria arc

"Dreams" Commander Blitz Drabble 

Commander Blitz fears he’s going mad. 

Warning: mentioned suicide of an unnamed character

"Nightmares" Captain Rex Drabble 

For Febuwhump - Day 4 - Nightmares

Warning: mentions of slavery, death, depression

"Closer" Kit Fisto Drabble 

For: Febuwhump Day 9: Kidnapped

Warning: restraints, references to torture, mental manipulation

Character x Character

"Caf" Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi Drabble

Commander Fox reflects on his relationship with Senator Chuchi

"Dream" Lux Bonteri x Steela Garrera Drabble

Lux is haunted by the memories of Steela’s demise

Warning: character death

"Determination" Bo-Katan Kryze x Commander Cody Drabble

When Obi-Wan goes to Concordia to search for Death Watch, Cody accompanies him.

Reader Insert

"Eyes" Cad Bane x Reader Drabble

The reader reflects on their relationship with the bounty hunter Cad Bane.

Relationship: Unspecified (but leaning more toward potentially romantic)

"Monster" Captain Rex x Reader Drabble

Looking for a guide on an Outer Rim planet, the Reader meets Captain Rex. 

Relationship: Pre-romance

"Overthink" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

The Reader tries to hide their feelings for Kit

Relationship: Romantic

"The Way" Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble 

The Reader and Anakin have a confrontation when Anakin struggles to control his rage.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ignorant" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

Against your better judgment, you engage in conversation with an intriguing Jedi Master.

Relationship: Romantic

Generation of the Empire 

[Kenobi, Rebels, Solo, Rogue One, Original Trilogy, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, Ahsoka]

"Sound" Grogu & Din Djarin Drabble 

The child continues to be unpredictable. 

"Patience" Reva Drabble 

Reva knows what the other inquisitors think of her. 

Reader Insert

"Stay" Boba Fett x Reader Drabble

The Reader, a bounty hunter, takes a job that goes south.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Relax" Tobias Beckett x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Beckett argue over a dangerous job.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Forgive" Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble

The Reader seeks an apology from Ezra

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ailments and Fears" Rebels Crew x Reader Oneshot

The Reader, a member of the Lothal Rebel cell, falls ill.

Relationship: Platonic

"Aim" Sabine Wren x Reader Drabble

Sabine teaches the Reader to shoot.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Tension" Cassian Andor x Reader Drabble 

The Reader observes Cassian. 

Relationship: Faintly Romantic

"Shades of Yellow" Part 1 - Ezra Bridger x Reader 

A former assassin joins the Ghost crew for a mission. 

Relationship: Platonic

Generation of the First Order

[Sequels]

Character x Character

"Adventure" Poe Dameron x Rey Drabble

Honestly, I don’t know even know what to put as a synopsis for this one. 

"Wander" Leia Organa x Han Solo Drabble

Leia reflects on her estranged relationship with Han. 

Reader Insert

"Horizon" Armitage Hux x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Hux search for a missing First Order Ship

Relationship: Unspecified

Warning: non-graphic description of mass death

"Different" Finn x Reader Drabble 

The girl, Rey, must be avoided. And by that logic you ought to be avoiding him too, though you find you keep talking yourself into it.

Relationship: Unspecified

#masterlist #star wars #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars prequels #the clone wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars rebels #rogue one #kenobi #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #solo: a star wars story #star wars sequels #reader insert #ships

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 11: Finally Free

Jo finally wakes up after a week long period of sedation. The bacta has healed her almost completely of her wounds and she is able to finally take in everything. Friends, new and old, the rekindling of an old flame, and a surprising new development guarantee that even though Jo has her freedom, that her adventure is not over yet.

3.3k words - third person - female original character

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12 | Masterlist

Tags & Warnings; Din Djarin x oc, Din Djarin x ofc, fluff, angst, this chapter is pure plot, mentions of trauma and death, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Grogu, Pelli Moto, Jawas can find anything, Boba's Palace

The days that followed were a blur. Jo remained mostly sedated, waking for brief periods of time to eat or bathe. It wasn’t until about a week later did she feel well enough to stay conscious. Din had left the room to go fix her breakfast, and while he was gone she had woken up feeling almost completely healed. She got up out of the bed, feeling incredibly stiff from lying down for so long, and stretched a little as she walked to a set of double doors that lead out to a balcony. The twin suns were just peeking over the horizon and the heat had yet to overtake the cool night air. Jo leaned on the banister and breathed deeply. She was finally free. Bane believed she was dead and Din had somehow found her again. She didn’t care how. For now, she was just happy he was in her life again. A breeze blew through her hair and she never thought she would be so happy to smell the sands of Tatooine again.

Behind her was a crashing sound and it startled her from her peaceful thoughts. Jo whipped around quickly to discover the source of the noise. Standing in the doorway was what she imagined to be a very bewildered looking Din Djarin who had been carrying a tray of assorted fruits and breads. Had, being the operative word, as they were now scattered on the stone floor of the room. She smiled at him, slightly amused at how obvious his emotion was at this moment. A stark contrast to the man she had been forced to leave behind years ago. He practically sprinted across the room to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His beskar plates dug into her skin, but she didn’t care right now. He was holding her, that was all that mattered. 

“I thought I had lost you forever… I thought you were dead. Then you weren’t and there was hope but you were so badly injured and I–” he was rambling. She grabbed his helmet and shushed him gently as she tipped their foreheads together, remembering the sentiment behind such action. He sighed heavily and took her face in his own hands as they pulled apart.

“I did try. I know he said not to… but I tried to find you. But it was as if you never existed. A ghost in the galaxy. But now you’re here… you’re real.” His voice was so full of emotion. It was admittedly a little jarring, but she was happy to hear him so honest.

“I’m real. I’m real and I’m free. He thinks I’m dead. He thinks he killed me in the explosion and now he will never come looking for me again. Din… I’m free.” Jo was beaming at him. His shoulders stiffened. There was something she didn’t know, something he needed to tell her. “What is it?” She asked, her joy fading into worry.

“Come with me,” he beckoned and she followed him inside, her hand in his. They sat at the edge of the bed she had been asleep in for so long. He took a long pause, trying to find the words to tell her.

“Jo… you are free. And you’re right, he is never going to hurt you ever again. But not for the reasons you think…” He sounded so hesitant. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

“He’s dead.” Din finally proclaimed.

“What?” She felt shock come over her. “That’s… no. That’s impossible.”

“He is. Cad Bane is dead. Boba Fett and I made sure of that. You’re free, permanently.” His words echoed in her mind.

Cad Bane is dead. Cad Bane is dead. Cad. Bane. Is. Dead.

She choked on a sob. “He’s dead…” she whispered in disbelief.

“Yes. He is. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Din took her hand in his.

“I–I can’t…” she was still processing.

“Jomira, you’re safe. I will never let anything happen to you ever again.” He promised as his thumb smoothed over her knuckles and her breathing began to still, her mind quieting.

“Jo…” He spoke softly, hesitantly, but whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a knock at the door. Din stood to answer the door. It was the woman from before. She stood in the doorway speaking with Din for a moment and then looked past him to Jo. The words she was saying were too quiet to make out, but whatever it was, Din was nodding in agreement. She left and he closed the door.

“Who was that?” Jo decided to ask. “Is she who owns all of this?” She gestured to the grand room.

“No, that’s Fennec. She’s the right hand man to Boba Fett.” He explained, as if she was supposed to know who that was.

“Boba…Fett?” She tilted her head questioningly.

He stared at her for a long moment, processing all the things that had happened since they were last together. Finally he broke the silence, “Two years is a long time… A lot has happened since we were last together.”

Her stomach dropped. Jo was finally realizing that it had been two years. She didn’t know what he had been doing this whole time and her mind caught up to reality. What was he doing on Tatooine? How had he found her? Why did he know the man Bane had shot? Then all thoughts came to a head on one question.

“Where’s Grogu?” She asked, terrified something had happened to the sweet green gremlin. “Please tell me nothing’s happened to him… please say he’s okay.”

Din quickly moved to her, wrapping his arms around her to calm her. “Shhh he’s okay, he’s with Peli right now. Things have happened but he is okay now.”

“What do you mean things have happened?” She asked, an underlying tone of panic still lingering in her voice.

“Like I said…" Din replied, "Two years is a long time.”

Two years was a long time apparently. Din spent the next two hours recounting everything that had happened since they had been apart. Jo listened intently, nodding along and asking a question here and there, but mostly just listening. He had been through hell and back. Finally, he explained why he had been on Tatooine in the first place and how he had found her. She shook her head in astonishment.

“I missed so much…” sadness brimmed her eyes.

He grabbed her hands firmly, “But you’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

“Where do we even go from here Din?” She asked, sounding a little broken.

“Boba says we are welcome to stay as long as we like,” he began, “but knowing how you feel about Tatooine, I assume you won’t want to stay long.”

She smiled softly at the consideration of the man with her, “That’s very kind of the Daimyo, but you’re right. I really don’t want to stay a moment longer than I need to.”

Din nodded in understanding, “I told him that may be the case. I already have Peli finding us a ship.”

“Right…” her heart sank a little, realizing she would never step foot on the Razor Crest again. “Any news on that?” Asked Jo.

“I was going to go check on that while you ate breakfast,” he explained, glancing over to where the tray had fallen.

Jo hadn’t realized how long they had been talking or how late it was in the day already. She finally registered that her stomach was rumbling aggressively.

“Boba has a spread downstairs. If you want, I could go find you some more food?” Din offered.

“Actually,” Jo smiled, “I think I’d like to go make myself a plate. Can you show me where?”

Din sat silently, staring at her while trying to discern if she was really well enough to be walking around. Jo caught on to what he was thinking and stopped him.

“I feel fine, Din. Honestly, I think moving around might do me some good.” Jo stood up from the bed before he even had a chance to protest. “See?”

A defeated sigh came through his modulator, followed by him standing with her. They walked together to the palace feast hall. The halls were carved out tunnels of sandstone lit with small flickering lanterns. It was a rather large palace, which made Jo wonder why she had never seen it before. She was planning to ask how far they were from the Mos Eisley Spaceport, but all thoughts of her question fled her mind when she witnessed the elegant spread that was inside the feast hall.

A long stone table filled from end to end with platters over-flowing with food sat in front of her. She noted a rather delicious looking roasted nuna before finally meeting a pair of familiar golden eyes. Her heart nearly stopped and tears brimmed her eyes. She knew there was no possible way it was him. He was dead. But this man was obviously a clone, and the similarity was uncanny despite lacking hair and a beard. The man was bald and wore black garb with Mandalorian armor over it. His helmet was placed on the table beside him. He raised a hand gesturing the pair over to sit with him. Jo snapped out of her shock and she and Din took seats opposite each other as the mysterious man spoke.

“We are relieved to see you doing so well, Jomira. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you properly. I am Boba Fett, Daimyo of Mos Espa. You are welcome to call me Boba.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet my host face to face. And please, call me Jo," she smiled politely.

"Please. Help yourself to whatever you would like. I'm sure you're hungry," he smiled and she felt another twinge in her heart.

"Th-thank you," Jo swallowed the lump forming in her throat and directed her attention to filling her plate. All the while she could feel Din's eyes on her, taking note of the bittersweet sadness brimming her eyes. Jo stared into his visor with a pleading look and shook her head, as if to silently ask him to not pry. He gave her a small nod to agree, but she knew this wouldn't be the end of it.

Boba spoke up, snapping them both out of the wordless conversation, "So… Jo, I take it you've met one of my clone brothers." 

Her head whipped towards him with such speed that she almost gave herself whiplash. "How did you-"

"When you have copies of yourself scattered throughout the galaxy, you learn to recognize who has seen your face before," he patted the helmet that sat on the table beside him, "One of the reasons I am thankful for this heirloom."

"I- I did know a clone… yes. He was a good man. Kind. Loving… but he's gone now." She took a deep breath to steady herself.

"I am sorry for your loss," Boba said, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. The action meant more to her than he could ever know. She gave him a small smile.

"I had no idea that you knew a clone," Din said quietly. Trying to piece together why that would make her so sad.

"There's a lot you don't know…" Jo muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" Din asked

She looked up and shook her head, "Sorry, I said 'It was a long time ago.'" He knew that wasn't what she had said, but he decided not to press the issue further right now.

The rest of the meal was filled with small talk between Jo and Boba, with Din chiming in on occasion. As Jo was finishing her food, Fennec appeared looking a little disgruntled.

“Mando.” She stated, her voice matching her look of annoyance perfectly. “A woman is here to see you, she says you were expecting her.”

Jo’s head whipped around in excitement, “Is her name Peli?”

A look of confusion and amusement overtook Fennec’s features. “How did you know?”

Jo looked back at Din, a sense of joy bubbling up inside her. If Peli was here, then that meant so was Grogu. Before anyone else could say another word, Jo launched out of her seat at the table. She ran quickly through the palace to the hangar that she had passed through on the way to the feast hall earlier. Jo slid to a stop once she and Peli locked eyes. Peli didn’t look any different than she had years ago, except for the missing tooth. That was new. She was waving from the gangplank of a kom'rk class fighter with Grogu balanced on her hip. Jo’s eyes welled with tears as she began to close the distance. Peli hadn't registered who it was she was waving to yet, but as she got closer she broke into a light jog. Peli placed Grogu down on the ground, and he proceeded to leap into Jo’s arms. She caught him and held him tight to her chest. Jo had imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing could compare to the real thing. 

“I have missed you so much little guy… I never stopped thinking about you,” She whispered softly, cradling him in her arms. Grogu babbled happily, as if he was trying to speak to Jo, which she found utterly amusing. Peli finally reached Jo and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

"What are you doing here, you mudscuffer?" Peli shouted in surprise.

"It's a really long story," laughed Jo, bouncing Grogu on her hip.

"One that includes Mando?" Peli pulled back and tilted her head at Jo.

"Hey, I didn't judge you when you came home with not one but two Jawas." Jo jokingly threatened.

Peli laughed heartily, "Fair enough. It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too. But I gotta ask," Jo gestured to the marvel sitting in the hangar, "How did you manage a find like this?"

Peli shrugged as if it were nothing and offered her standard explanation, "Jawas. You like it?"

"Like it?!" Jo exclaimed.

"She's magnificent…" Jo heard Din remark from behind her. Completely in awe over the ship. Grogu’s ears perked at the sound of Din’s voice, making Jo’s heart melt.

"I thought you might say that. She's a bit banged up here and there, but I fixed her up real good," Peli spoke with her usual air of confidence.

"Wait…" Jo finally realized what this ship was. She put her hand to her head and her eyes grew wide as she looked from Peli, to the ship, to Din. "You don't mean that this is the new ship?!"

"I do mean that, that is if it's up to Grandpa's standards." Peli gestured to Din who was examining the ship, running his hands along the wings and hull like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And Jo couldn't help but agree.

"What do you think Mando?" Jo asked, jokingly emphasizing the name she used to use for him.

His helmet quickly turned to her and she could feel the glare from here. "Is she up to your 'standards'?"

He started back over to Peli and Jo. "She’s perfect. Peli, I don't think I can afford a ship like this…"

"You can with the friends and family discount I'm going to give you now." She grinned. "50% off. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, Mando."

He folded his arms in front of his chest, he knew there was always a catch with Peli. Jo knew it too.

"Alright, fine. 50% off and I need you to run a small errand for me. Nothing crazy I swear." She admitted.

"Uh huh…" Jo said skeptically, "To where?"

"Naboo. Like I said, nothing crazy. I just need you to pick up a couple crates of parts from a friend in Theed and bring them to my shop." Peli explained.

"And then I keep the ship?" Din reconfirmed.

Peli nodded, "Yes and then you keep the ship. Do we have a deal?" She stuck her hand out. Din hesitated for a moment, but then grasped her hand and shook it.

"Deal." He spoke firmly. Jo practically jumped for joy over the prospect of traversing the galaxy with Din and Grogu in such beauty. Then it hit her that she was going back to Naboo. She hadn't been there since she was a teenager. She felt a mixture of excitement inside. Jo had wanted to explain her origins to Din before Bane had taken her, and maybe returning to Naboo was the time to do it.

"Jo?" Din's voice interrupts her train of thought.

She looked at him, “Yeah?”

“I asked if you wanted to rest longer or if you felt ready to travel.” He sounded concerned, which wasn’t unfounded. Jo had been getting rather lost in thought today.

“No need. I’m fine, I swear. Just a little caught up in my own head today,” she placed a hand on his bicep and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

Peli didn’t hang around for too long. She didn’t want to leave, but she had to get back to Mos Eisley for a delivery. Jo had returned to her room to get herself dressed before leaving, while Din prepped the ship with Grogu. Jo’s heart felt light as air as she dressed in the clothes that Fennec had left for her. The outfit was just a simple pair of black pants, a black turtleneck tank, and a leather bomber jacket. She didn’t have anything to pack so she didn’t have that to worry about. Shortly after getting dressed and saying her farewells to Fennec and Boba, she met Din back at the hangar. He leaned lazily against the piston of the gangplank. The simple relaxation of his body language made a familiar heat burn low in Jo’s stomach. The beginnings of a fire she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it excited her.

“Ready?” Din asked as he pushed off from his position and placed a hand on Jo’s waist.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life.” The two boarded the ship and entered the cockpit. Jo took her seat in the copilot's chair and Din took the controls. The ship came to life and Jo’s heart was a flutter. She was so excited. She had only ever heard stories of these ships, never having seen one in real life. The ship flew like a dream, taking every twist and turn like it was nothing. Jo couldn’t see Din’s face, but she knew he was beaming. Din wanted to test out the manuevering in the atmosphere before heading out into space. Jo sat in the copilot’s seat, holding a very happy Grogu. She felt a sense of true inner peace. Once Din was satisfied with how the ship was handling, they exited the atmosphere. He put in the coordinates for Naboo and launched into hyperspace.

Grogu had fallen asleep in Jo’s arms and she hadn’t wanted to move, for fear of waking him, and had fallen asleep herself in the process. However Din knew that the kid could sleep through anything, so he scooped the limp sleeping body of his foundling from her arms and placed him into his bassinet and returned his attention to the also limp body of Jo. He smiled softly to himself and lifted her from her seat, carrying her to the modified transport bay. Peli had converted the troop transport into reasonably sized sleeping quarters. Din gently placed Jo down on the bed, careful not to wake her, and returned to the controls of the ship. He hoped that they would reach Naboo in time for her surprise. Unbeknownst to her, there was no errand. Peli had made that up to help Din get her to Naboo without raising her suspicions. What they were truly going for was something far more fun than running an errand. He smiled to himself as he relaxed into the pilot’s chair.

She’s going to love it.

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12 | Masterlist

#stow away #hunnythebee #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x original character #the mandalorian x ofc #the mandalorian x original female character #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fanfic #din djarin x oc #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x original female character #din djarin x original character #mando fanfic #mando fanfiction #mando x oc #mando x ofc #mando x original character #mando x original female character

[astorythatwritesitself]

Fandoms

Taking a break from characters to give a rundown of fandoms I like to dabble in & any ships! List is subject to change, and is far from all I'm into- these are just the things I most engage with in a fannish way.

💭 - ready supply of headcanons

📓 - can always request in writing prompt games

🌟 - A Fave

It's gonna get Long.

Shows:

Hellsing Ultimate

💭 📓 🌟🌟🌟

Have seen: the OVA, read about half the manga, Crossfire included.

Will answer ship prompts for: Alucard x Integra, Seras x Pip, Heinkel x Yumie.

Heinkel and Anderson are the ones I probably have the most thoughts on, but I'll answer for anyone except Millennium members (aside from Walter).

One Piece

💭

Have seen: Dub up to... early 600s? Vegapunk island, bodyswap just happened. Several movies.

Will answer ship prompts for: Robin x Franky

Can most reliably come up with stuff for the main Straw Hat crew, fun gen stuff but I doubt I'll be doing much that's involved.

Fairy Tail

💭, maybe 📓

Have seen: Entire dub, both movies; read Rhodonite.

Will answer ship prompts for: Gajeel x Levy

Look I'll level. I'm here for Gajeel, Levy, and occasionally Juvia for some reason. FT falls deeply into 'canon is a polite suggestion' territory ok.

The Owl House

💭

Have seen: Seasons 1 & 2

Might be able to get me to answer stuff for Eda x Raine but I'm mostly here for gen stuff.

Sailor Moon

💭📓🌟

Have seen: oh god it's so piecemeal. Most knowledge comes from the manga up through about Dead Moon Circus and original run (sub & Viz re-dub) up through roughly Chibiusa's introduction.

Will answer ship prompts for: Mako x Ami, maybe Haruka x Michiru x Setsuna.

Honestly this one's been so very headcanon fueled & canon is a very, very loose suggestion xD

Steven Universe

💭📓🌟

Have seen: Original run & movie. (Never quite got around to Future)

Will answer ship prompts for: Amethyst x Pearl, Lapis x Peridot; virtually any gem x gem combo tbh.

It's definitely died down but I've still got a bit of a soft spot, y'know?

The Clone Wars + The Bad Batch

💭

Have seen: Full run of TCW, S1 of TBB

Will answer ship prompts for: Hondo & Cad Bane is the only valid Star Wars pairing

Ok no though for real I just don't really have any ships here, but it's definitely fun poking at little headcanons.

Video games:

Mass Effect

💭📓🌟🌟🌟🌟

Have Played: Vanilla trilogy (no DLC events or squadmates (Kasumi, Zaeed and Javik) will factor in to my work), read all 3 novels. It's been a while since I've played, so some finer details may be missing!

Will answer ship prompts for: Shepard x Thane, Shepard x Garrus, Garrus x Tali, Joker x EDI

Mass Effect is not a fandom. Mass Effect burrows into your fuckin soul and never lets go. Rundown of my Shepard can be found here. As far as hcs/games go, I will answer for most Normandy crew.

Final Fantasy

Have played: VII, X, X-2, XII (it's been a little while though)

💭📓🌟 (primarily X-2 & XII)

Will answer ship prompts for: Cloud x Tifa, Balthier x Fran. (& ask me about the Crimson Polysphere lol)

Favorites are Paine & Balthier

Pokemon

Have played: All main series games up through US/UM, working knowledge of Indigo League anime & first 5 movies.

💭📓🌟

Games only. Outlines & characters are derived from playthroughs- not quite nuzlockes, but similar vibe; canon NPCs are altered as fits the story. Trainer rundowns & outlines can be found -here when made-

Half Life 2 + Portal

Have played: Half Life 2 & episodes 1 & 2, Portal, Portal 2

💭

Will answer ship prompts for: Gordon x Alyx, Chell x GLaDOS

Strong come & go love for these, like I'll get Going once I get warmed up but it takes a bit.

Books

A Series of Unfortunate Events

💭

Have read: 13 books + Unauthorized, original movie & Netflix series.

Not a huge one, but it's fun to poke at now and again.

A Song of Ice and Fire

💭📓🌟

Have Read: All 5 books and chunks of The World of Ice And Fire.

Will answer ship prompts for: Brienne x Jaime.

Will write for most Starks, everyone else is kinda case by case. Currently in a bit of a lull but this one comes back Hard.

Xenofiction Hell Corner

💭

Warrior Cats up to TPoT, Guardians of Ga'Hoole, Wings of Fire

Honestly these are more about the world & OC tinkering, but if you have a burning desire to hear thoughts on canon characters/ships, go nuts?? I guess?

I'm more embarrassed about these than ASOIAF honestly.

#fandoms

[ashcroft-writes]

Story Completed: Homeworld Elegy

(Art by the inimitable DC)

This is a little delayed, but I recently uploaded the final chapter to my second long-form Cad Bane tale on Ao3, Homeworld Elegy, and wow, what a story this was to write! It's easily one of the most complex and layered tales I've made, a thick web of the Force following our favorite gunslinger as he returns to the Duro sector, discovering he has to reckon with the past as he tries to face the future and break the cycle of his fate. I am so happy with how it turned out, and with all the support it's received as the Gunslinger's Paean series marches on. Thank you to all my readers. 💖 And if you haven't read it yet and are interested—heck yes! Welcome!

#cad bane #star wars #fanfiction #original character #completed work #cad bane x obi wan kenobi #cad bane x oc #cad bane x jango fett

[sinisterexaggerator]

Stars Above!: Masterpost

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.  - Sarah Williams, 1868

Chp. 1 & 2 | Chp. 3 | Chp. 4 | Chp. 5 | Chp. 6 | Chp. 7 | Chp. 8 | Chp. 9 | Chp. 10 | Chp. 11 | Chp. 12 | Chp. 13 | Chp. 14 | Chp. 15 | ?  

*****

Masterlist 

Artwork by @stormytitan​

AO3​

#Cad Bane #Star Wars Smut #Cad Bane x OC #Cad Bane x Original Characters #Hondo Ohnaka x Original Characters #Masterlist #Fanfiction #Star Wars Fanfiction #Original Characters #Star Wars #Rise of the Empire Era #Tatooine #Boba Fett #Jabba the Hutt #clone wars #duros #hondo ohnaka #bad batch #book of boba fett

[kalza]

"It's okay….everyone has bad days."

It's been a very rough month for me, so I drew some Cadber angst to cope.

I like to think even Cad has those days, given he's had it rough. Gotta add Ember given him some comfort, assuring that there are people out there that do care and understand.

(I'm tired and worked on this during a stream on the Duros Hoes Discord server)

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #swtcw #fan art #cad bane #star wars oc #star wars (fan character) #alternate universe #oc x canon #crack pairing #bounty hunter (star wars) #star wars alien #duros #alien #original species #original character #my art

[rancorwritings]

⭐️About

Hello! Welcome to my writing blog. I’ve been trying to practice writing, so hopefully having a blog like this helps. I love Star Wars, so I figured I would have lots of motivation to write it, and here I am

I will write x readers, headcanons, imagines, preferences, anything really. It can be platonic or romantic. The characters with stars are my favorites/most comfortable writing

My only rules are that I don’t write NSFW and please don’t make requests that contain spoilers to things I haven’t seen yet.

If there’s a character you want written that’s not on my list, feel free to ask, I’m bound to have forgotten some characters that I’d be willing to write

⭐️Content I’ve watched:

The Original Trilogy

The Prequels

The Sequels

Rogue One

Solo

The Mandalorian

The Book of Boba Fett

The Clone Wars Movie

The Clone Wars show

The Clone Wars 2D Micro Series

Star Wars Rebels

The Bad Batch

Kenobi

Currently playing: Fallen Order

⭐️Characters I write for:

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Boba Fett

Darth Vader

Obi-Wan Kenobi ⭐️

Anakin Skywalker ⭐️

General Grevious

Qui Gon Jinn

Cad Bane

Kylo Ren ⭐️

Mando ⭐️

#star wars #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars self insert #star wars reader insert #star wars writing #luke skywalker #boba fett #the mandalorian #anakin skywalker #anakin imagine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan imagine #darth vader #han solo #kylo ren #kylo x you #kylo x reader #general grievous #reader insert #imagines #x reader #boba fett x reader #mando x reader #din dijarin x reader #obi wan x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x reader #han solo x reader #darth vader x reader

[space-blue]

Me *Excitedly clicks on Cad Bane & original character tag to see what my fellow authors have gotten up to*

Me : How does this shit happen in the SW fandom?

And like, one of these is MINE. And I already wrote half the content for Reader x Vanto. Like. Come on!!!

Cad. Bane. Deserves. Friends. Or family! Or enemies! OC ones!

#Star Wars #fanfiction #SHOOK #Cad Bane #Cad Bane deserves better #How do i keep finding these crazy niches #this is star wars #come on guys #Start writing

[padawanlost]

Was everything that was planned to be in the final season years ago in season 7? Or did they leave anything out? What I'm asking is, how different is the new season to what was originally planned? Also I love your blog, favorite Star Wars blog on Tumblr!

Yes and no.  The Clone Wars was supposed to have 8 full seasons, portraying the following arcs:

Crystal Crisis On Utapau

The Bad Batch

Dark Disciple: Ventress and Quinlan. The events of this arc are covered in the Dark Disciple novel by Christie Golden

Bounty Hunter: Bobba and Cad Bane team up

Ahsoka’s Walkabout: About Ahsoka’s life after she left the Order.

Kashyyyk: Clones + Wookies

Rex and R2 Top Gun:  “This was Top Gun with clones. It was basically the army clones, the ground forces, got in an argument with the pilots, and their astromechs got in an argument, R2 insulted the astromech, and it became this thing where Rex ended up having to fly a fighter with R2 as his copilot.“  Dave Filoni

Yuuzhan Vong: “The storyline really played on the alien abduction vibe, it was almost like an X-Files episode of Star Wars: The Clone Wars” Pablo Hidalgo

Return to the Jedi: Ahsoka discovers something beneath the Jedi Temple and team up with Anakin and Obi-wan to help.

Return to Mon Cala: A Padmé centric Arc about her trying to undermine Palpatine rise to power.

Siege Of Mandalore

We only got 3 of the 11 arcs they had planned. That made a BIG difference.

We can’t really know what changed because we never had access to all the details or the original scripts. All we have is the Ahsoka Lives panel, where Dave Filoni talks about what we would’ve seen if the show had been cancelled (again, thanks Disney).

Overall, they kept the finale pretty faithful to what was promised. The one thing Filoni said would be in the finale and we didn’t get was Anakin’s conversation with Ahsoka:

“What happens is that there’s this nice long walk down the hallway, where Anakin expresses how proud he is of Ahsoka and everything she’s achieved. And that even though she left…he’s not completely about it still but he gets it” – Dave Filoni

If you want to know more about the arc, check the Ahsoka Lives website. They cover everything that said and shown on the panel: storyboards, quotes, photos, etc.

Besides the huge cut in the episodes, the biggest difference was the timeline. Between season 6 and the series finale, originally, about one year or one year and a half was supposed to go by. But cutting the show down, they rushed the events and season 7 only covered a couple of weeks worth of events. That’s why padmé is already obviously pregnant in the beginning of the season and why everything seemed to move SO FAST.

In terms of character development, the biggest different was Ahsoka. the original timeline she was supposed to have time to think about her departure, to adapt to being a civilian before she was thrown into Jedi business again. Originally, she would go from being a civilian, to working with the Jedi again to LATER being sent to Mandalore after Maul. So the four Ahsoka’s centric episodes we got in season 7 were supposed to be 2 whole ARCs (probably 8 episodes).

PS: oh, wow!i'm flattered!! Thank you so much!!! <3

#ask #autie-jake #tcw meta #sw meta #txt

[corrupt-fvcker]

Corrupt-Fvcker’s Character List

( * ) = my favorite characters to write for

don’t see a character you’d like to request for? feel free to ask me because it’s likely i just forgot to include them. i will mainly be writing for Star Wars, as well as Marvel and Harry Potter.

STAR WARS

Prequels Era:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi*

Ahsoka Tano

Darth Maul*

Commander Wolffe*

Captain Rex*

Arc Trooper Fives*

Jesse*

Kix*

Honestly any clone trooper*

Savage Oppress

Asajj Ventress

Jango Fett

Cad Bane

Plo Koon

Mace Windu

Kit Fisto

Qui-Gon Jinn

Count Dooku

Original Trilogy Era:

Luke Skywalker

Leia Skywalker

Han Solo*

Lando Calrissian

Darth Vader

Jyn Erso

Boba Fett*

Cassian Andor

Bodhi Rook

Baze Malbus

Chirrut Îmwe

The Mandalorian Era:

Din Djarin*

Paz Vizla*

Cara Dune

Sequels Era:

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron*

Rey

Finn

Rose Tico

Captain Phasma

Armitage Hux*

MARVEL

MCU:

Tony Stark*

Loki Laufeyson*

Thor Odinson

Eddie Brock / Venom

Natasha Romanoff

Heimdall

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Happy Hogan

Clint Barton

The Grandmaster

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Yondu Udonta

Rocket (platonic)

Groot (platonic)

Gamora

Nebula

Mantis

Drax the Destroyer

Thanos

Stephen Strange*

T’Challa

Shuri

Carol Danvers

Erik Killmonger

Pepper Potts

Okoye

Hela

Maria Hill

Jane Foster

Sam Wilson

M’Baku

Everett Ross

Ulysses Klaue

X-Men:

Logan Howlett*

Charles Xavier

Scott Summers

Jean Grey

Peter Maximoff

Nathan Summers*

Wade Wilson*

Hank McCoy / Beast

Bobby Drake

Warren Kenneth Worthington III

Piotr Rasputin

Ellie Phimister

Yukio

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Fred Weasley*

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Dean Thomas

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle*

Severus Snape

Sirius Black*

James Potter

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Albus Dumbledore

Newt Scamander

Gellert Grindelwald

Credence Barebone

Percival Grave

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

A:TLA + LOK

Aang

Katara

Zuko

Sokka

Toph

Iroh

Azula

Mai

Ty Lee

Suki

Ozai

Avatar Kyoshi

Korra

Asami

Mako

General Iroh

Bolin

Tenzin

Amon

Jinora

Bumi

Kuvira

Zaheer

Varrick

Kya

Suyin

Lin

Opal

Unalaq

Tonraq

(I enjoy writing for all a:tla and LoK characters)

Other Shows/Films I Write For:

The Walking Dead*

BBC Sherlock*

Pirates of the Caribbean

The Dark Knight

DC Comics Extended Universe

Twilight

The Vampire Diaries*

The Originals

Narcos*

Heroes of Olympus

Stranger Things

Game of Thrones*

Once Upon A Time

The Hunger Games

Supernatural

#corrupt-fvcker #fanfic #reader insert #self insert #fanfiction #star wars #marvel #character list #harry potter #obi-wan kenobi #darth maul #javier peña #din djarin #paz vizla #boba fett #sirius black #fandoms

[captcarolmarvl]

original characters [2/?] | star wars universe | attributes chart | aria lenahki

species: cathar | chiss | cyborg | dathomirian | devaronian | dug | duros | ewok | gamorrean | gand | geonosian | gree | gungan | human | hutt | jawa | kaminoan | klatooinain | kubaz | mirialan | mon calamari | mustafarian | nautolan | meimoidian | ongree | ortolan | pantoran | pa'lowick | rakata | rattataki | rishii | rodian | selkath | sith | sullustan | talz | togruta | toydarian | trandoshan | tusken raider | twi'lek | ugnaught | umbaran | weequay | wookie | zabrak | zeltron 

alignment: light side | nuetral | dark side 

occupation/professions: architect | archivist | beastmaster | bio-engineer | blacksmith | bounty hunter | cartographer | collector | counselor | cryptoslogist | cyber-strategist | datatech | doctor | engineer | financial | fixer | flight instructor | gambler | gatherer | gladiator | handmaiden | hazmat | herbalist | hermit | historian | imperial factory worker | imperial hunter | information broker | jedi | jedi hunter | jockey | journal clerk | journalist | junk boss | law enforcement | legal | librarian | medical | mercenary | military | miner | officer | operative | philosopher | pilot | portmaster | programmer | racer | rigger | sales | scavenger | scholar | scout | sculptor | secretary | security | slicer | systems analyst | system designer | tailor | tax collector | teacher | tour guide | training officer | travel agent | treasure hunter | weapons master 

affilitation: rebel alliance | galactic empire | jedi order | hutt cartel | old republic | new republic | sith order | separatist confederacy | mandalorians | black sun | trade federation | neutral | inter-galactic banking clan | techno union | commerce guild | corporate alliance | retail caucus | nightsisters | nightbrothers | royal house of hapes | ssi-ruuvi empire | rogue squadron | green group | red squadron | blue squadron (rebels) | blue squadron (clones) | gold squadron | naboo security | republic senate | 501st legion | 327th star corps | 212th attack battalion | 41st elite corps | wolfpack | breakout squad | lightning squadron | shadow squadron | slick's squad | flame squad | coruscant squad | senate guard | freedom fighters (ryloth) | pantoran assembly | pantoran gaurd | podracers | hondo ohnaka's pirates | death watch | sugi's mercenaries | desilijic kajidic (jabba) | hutt grand council | hutt cartel | cad bane's bounty hunter crew | dark jedi | gray jedi | the krath | dark council | jedi council | confederacy of independent systems | the ones | imperial navy | alliance of free planets | galactic alliance | the resistance | sith order 

home world: tatooine | coruscant | naboo | hoth | kashyyyk | dagobah | bespin | mustafar | alderaan | geonosis | yavin | yavin 4 | kamino | mon calaramri | mandalore | corellia | dantooine | cato neimoidia | malachor v | polis massa | mora band | ryloth | nal hutta | onderon | ithor | taris | tython | florrum | byss | ossus | haruun kal | exodeen | felucia | belsavis | dromund kaas | ilum | korriban | makeb | nar shaddaa | ord mantell | quesh | tython | voss | nevarro | arvala 7 | sorgan | jakku | mirial | pantora | dathomir | endor

abilities: force power | alchaka | art of movement | ayna-seff | force bond | force call | cleanse | cleanse mind | corpse vision | dampen force | dark energy trap | dreambubble | force concealment | force familiar | floating meditation | force clouding | force focus | force generation | force healing | force in balance | force jump | force orb | force projection | force push | force pull | force scattering | force scribe | force stasis | force form | hassat-durr | hyper tunnel | ice image | force immersion | insight | life bond | mind probe | mind walking | mind-touch | phase | progenitor's call | psychometry | restful-sleep-in-danger | sand levitation | sever force | shatterpoint | sith alchemy | sound mimicry | stonepower | beast taming | tapas | telekinesis | time-drifting | time-stream | waveform | force choke | force lightning | force rage |force drain | consume essence | deadly sight | enhance force sensitivity | force corrupt | force crush | force destruction | force phantom | force net | force shadow | force slow | force insanity | force scream | thought bomb | memory walk | darkshear | transfer essence | midi-chlorian manipulation | sith emperor's ritual | alter enviroment | battlemind | beam of light | combustion | cure disease | cure poison | droid disable | electric judgment | force blinding | force enlightenment | force light | force meld | force persuasion | force stun| force valor | hibernation trance | malacia | mind trick | morichro | plant surge | protection bubble | revitalize | tutaminis | wall of light | slicing | knife combat | synth-weaving | tech-savvy | mechanics | diplomacy | mixed martial arts | expert pilot

other: female | 24 years | dark hair | gray eyes | scarred left arm | dual-weilding lightsabers

#ocappreciation #oc: aria lenahki #star wars original character #star wars oc #starwarsoc #original character #original character edit #original character graphic #myedit #mygraphic #mine #yeah i have another oc but different fandom #what are you gonna do?