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gaeasun · 7 months

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Cut Lawquane was absolutely a Commando

Ok, crazy theory time.

I think Cut Lawquane was a Commando, or least a Commander. But going with Commando for now. But I don't think he was a rank and file clone trooper.

All of the clone troopers i think should be shown as exceptionally trained, but Cut Lawquane showed incredible skill, even though we saw him compared to Rex the entire episode. Evidences are below:

A) Rex is both a Captain and one of the oldest of the CT's, but the entire time Cut acts as his equal and perhaps even elder. He doesn't talk quite down to Rex, but it reminds me of how people act when they're just a grade apart. Not like they know everything and the other knows nothing, but there is a definite difference between them. Also he instinctively recognizes Rex as a Captain, but is not phased by that at all.

B) He disables Rex, the Captain Rex, with a farming tool in zero seconds flat, and does it without hurting him.

C) He recognizes Commando droids, which are typically only used in special assignments. And he also knows that it takes a headshot to pierce their armor. On Rishi it was Captain Rex who recognized them and said they were brand new. So for Cut to already know exactly what they are, especially when he's been out of the war for months, at least implies he could have been on high stakes missions before right in the beginning of the war. Which is also why I'm leaning Commando instead of Commander, because it's more Commandos who go on missions while Commanders are still often with general forces.

D) He has a highly developed sense of individuality and creative thinking, which was encouraged more in the special forces than general troopers.

E) Cut also says, specifically, "everyone I cared about, my team, was gone." Commandos are specifically trained to work in groups of four as a cohesive team. additionally, with these commando units being so tightly knit, the feelings of complete loss could have played a large role in Cut's desertion.

F) Cut and Rex play a game of dejarik, and while the winner is not shown, by the end they're both down to the last piece, which shows that Cut is around Rex's level when it comes to strategy. And Rex is so good at strategy that Marshall Commander Cody, who the commanding officer of around 36,000 men, considered Rex to be one of the best they had in that regard. Not to mention that Cut is impressed with Rex too.

G) Cut has 3 blaster type weapons that are probably the weapons he had on him when he deserted: an older rifle, a blaster carbine, and a DC-17. Now, it makes sense for a farmer to own a rifle, and the blaster carbine is a general GAR blaster. but the DC-17 is the same blaster pistol that Rex uses, that we have only seen used by ARC Troopers, Captains, and Commanders.

H) This is probably the most obvious one of all, but Cut is an incredibly good fighter. Even our beloved ARC troopers Fives and Echo struggle to take on a few. Cut takes on 20 and lives (granted the droids are not top form but its still impressive). He makes three headshots in a row with his rifle in less than three seconds, and the next three kill shots are all headshots as well. he also throws a wooden rafter-beam off him (that might be dad-strength tho) and hits a metal droid with a wooden chair hard enough to break both of them. he also punched one of them in the face hard enough the droids eyes flashed red (and then slightly regretted it, but it didn't look like he broke his hand either).

I) Cut hadn't been fighting for at least several months, since he deserted almost right after Geonosis. so as incredible as his skills are, he had probably been even better before, so just think about that for a moment.

Edit: i forgot to put this in because it wasnt in The Deserter, but by bad batch he already has gray streaks and a receding hairline. guys an old teenager for sure

So, Cut is a highly trained and skilled fighter in both hand to hand combat and blaster combat, he's at least as old as Rex and is not intimidated by his rank at all, he was in a specific team and felt like everything had no meaning after they all died, he has the weapons of an officer, had seen enough of commando droids to recognize them and their weaknesses, is Rex's match in strategy and combat while being more independent.

All of this points to Cut being anything but a regular CT, and as far as I'm concerned he was absolutely a Commando.

#g gives a thought #cut lawquane #captain rex #the clone wars #tcw

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dynared · 1 month

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“Characters in search of a plot” is a pretty good way of putting it. And you aren’t wrong about really weak villains. I think a lot of bigotry allegories tend to fall apart if you scratch them a bit but this one is particularly bad. Mostly I think I just don’t like how the war machines get treated with more leniency by the writing than any human it seems.

I’m pretty new to the franchise and was initially really interested in the IDW comics but the more I’ve heard about them the less enthused I am. I mostly gather wonky characterizations, a weirdly BNF-y trend to the fandom and poorly written space politics.

I also… may have spent a decent amount of time in a fandom with a weird amount of imperialism apologia because “well things had to change!” so I get really antsy if I feel any rumblings in that direction. Pity because I love Space Operas, I’m interested in Cybertronian worldbuilding and I’d like less focus on the humans but little of it sounds done well. I may try them at some point to at least form proper opinions but they sound like an incohesive mess, and not in the fun way.

I do hope that the people who enjoy them are having fun though. And despite my reservations and some issues I am quite enjoying the Skybound comics for the most part! Though time will tell if it stays that way.

There's a decent amount here, so let's go through it one step at a time since I don't want to come off as ignoring things:

One could argue that "characters in search of a plot" is probably a better conundrum than a plot where you just don't like the characters. I fully believe some of the Terrans might get another shot at being featured in something, even if it is with modified backstories not connected to the Maltos. Twitch is probably the most likely to get another crack at a big role, although I could see her being portrayed as just a regular Autobot in a subsequent production. Hashtag, despite a name that might make some cringe, actually seems to be the closest the brand has come to a proper Blaster replacement, and Jawbreaker as the Dinobots kid sibling would make a lot of sense and serve to humanize them in a future work. Unfortunately Thrash, who doesn't have much of a personality, and Nightshade, who has become a lightning rod of controversy, I'm less sure about.

That said, bigotry allegories are tough in the best of times. Even in good cases, they're often subject to bad faith readings, and in bad cases, like here? Forget it. It's an awkward, clunky mess that heavily contradicts the rest of the franchise, in particular the comic they're releasing right now where the Cons could not give a damn about anything other than themselves, and whose Starscream is a sadistic bully. But the writers here are clearly fans of the fanfic Cons, so in trying to make them as sympathetic as possible, their cruelty and issues are swept under the rug. It was worse in IDW admittedly since the Autobots were oftentimes just terrible people, so you were often let with no one to root for. For all its problems, the Autobots in Earthspark are more often than not ineffectual, not evil, which is probably because Hasbro pumped the brakes on having cash cows like Optimus Prime be shown as evil without say, brainwashing.

I would not recommend the IDW comics to anyone. The few gems of characterization and concepts cannot make up for the mountains of coal that was most of their run, and IDW2, the prequel that tries to establish a framework for the Great War? The damned thing was so slow and boring that no one mourned IDW losing the license. Not to mention if you're not REALLY familiar with these characters and why you should care about the variances in how they're portrayed, I find most people would just be completely lost, and if you don't like how the portrayals are altered, frustrated. It's simply put, not a fun comic unless you are in the market for a very specific portrayal.

The main issue with the humans (something the very first Transformers comic writer, Bob Budinansky noted was important) was that without that connection, the Transformers could be anything else. They could be humans with power armor, weird bug aliens, or freakish mutants. But it's that relationship and contrast with the humans that makes them special. That's not to say that there are versions of the story that significantly overdo the human element, because there assuredly are, but to have it be completely absent is to cut off part of why we invest in these characters.

Finally, while the Skybound Energon Universe is a little less than a year old, and there are definitely some concerns as well as plot holes that hopefully the narrative will fill in later, I argue that those comics have bought something that seemed to be missing from so much Transformers media as of late, a sense of actual fun. The writers get mecha and what makes them cool. They get the core of why these characters work. I can only hope that the quality stays high, especially with Daniel Warren Johnson, part of why I think the comics have been so good (no one in IDW would dare think of references pro wrestling or the 08th MS Team) phasing out of the book.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #transformers skybound #transformers idw #skybound #tf skybound #earthspark

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winniethewife · 3 months

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Outcaste Din Dijarin x OC

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A/N: A new series! this chapter is kind of an intro and the rest will be a more ficlet type deal. Hope you enjoy!

He stared at her with his blaster pointed at her she was the bounty, A job. But He couldn’t look away but there was something about her. Something behind her deep blue eyes look to his visor. Her blonde hair falling in two braids behind her. She knew the bounty on her was high but she knew he had to bring her alive. She hadn't seen a Mandolorian in a very long time .since she was a padawan. Althea was sure her time running from everything was coming to an end. It was just one look…one look into those eyes would forever leave an imprint on His thoughts…and the way her hair and body flowed in the light…it was too beautiful, too captivating and too distracting…it felt as his thoughts were being pulled, like a vortex…the sound of his heart was deafening.. she raised her hands in surrender.

“You've got me Mando. Ori'jate.” She congratulates him in Mando'a hoping that will calm his nerves a little. It might also get her shot. But it's a risk she's willing to take. He took a step closer the barrel of his blaster just inches from her. He could hear her heart racing, her fear was obvious but he didn’t care, he was drawn to her, he needed her… Din takes a deep breath, He puts his arm around her and presses the blaster to her neck, her body pressed up against his. She takes a deep breath trying to stop her racing heart.

“I would think twice. Whatever you're thinking.” She uses a swift motion to push her cloak aside to reveal twin lightsabers. “I'm coming with you willingly don't make me change my mind.” Din’s eyes widen and felt a surge of adrenalin flow through his veins. He takes a slow breath and removed the blaster from her neck

“l think l should be the one telling you what to do”

“Fair enough.” Her heart beat slows. At least he wasn't going to shoot her for now. She places her hands behind her back to let him cuff her. He grabbed the restraints and snapped them onto her hands

“we will talk more on my ship, this way” he started walking towards his ship pulling her along. She follows him to the ship. Her blue eyes trained ahead as her cloak flows behind her. After running all these years she didn't think she would get caught. Much less than by one of her birth people. As they approached The Razor Crest, He leads her up the ramp, closing the ramp behind her and locking it shut, he led her up to the cockpit tossing her into one of the seats before turning to her.

“Why were you running?”

“Well it wasn't until rather recently that Jedi were being hunted down, it still isn't very safe. And I've still managed to get into trouble, a bounty on my head is a pretty good reason to be running.” She replies looking around. He takes a deep breath and then glances at her

"how did you get this bounty?"

“Mostly just trying to survive, but when you're on the run survival looks pretty illegal.” She chuckles. “So I'm guessing you're going to turn me in? The money will probably be good.”

“a bounty is a bounty” He said it so coldly it sounded like a threat

“I wasn't going to convince you otherwise. Mandalorians are true to their word and a honorable people. I would know. I was born on Mandalore.” She folds her hands in her lap and looks over at her fingernails.

“I thought the last of the true Mandalorians were dead.” He said softly he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, she was…exotic, a force user and a Mandalorian, she must have learned something from the Jedi she was around once…She doesn't look at him, she senses a rush of feelings in him

“I was taken as a youngling to learn the ways of the Jedi. Everything else I learned later, you're not the first Mandalorian I've run into.”

“So you know how to wield those lightsaber of yours?” He asked her as he started to get the ship ready to leave.

“No I just carry them around for fun.” She says sarcastically. “Of course I know how to use them. I won't. But I know how.” She looks in her lap again, biting her lip a little.

"So you're a smart ass and a force user who knows how to wield a blade" He said in a teasing tone "What is a woman like you doing out here on her own with a bounty on her head"

“Just trying to survive. Like everyone else. Look, I don't have any issues with you. You're just trying to survive like me. It's the people that want my head that will have problems.” She looks at her surroundings. “I don't think they even realize who I am. Just that I stole something from them.”

“I assume the item you stole was of value?” he asks as he starts up the Razor crest, punching in coordinates into the Navicomputer. “If someone sent bounty hunters after you it has to be something that’s more than just a simple item no?”

“Well they took my lightsabers and I took them back. I would've thought that was fair but here we are.” She shrugged.

"They stole your lightsabers? That’s pretty bold of them, if they stole your lightsabers it means they know the power of a force user...you took a risk stealing them back" l sighed "they must be valuable to you"

“That's like Jedi 101 these weapons are our lives, they symbolize everything we worked for. So yeah I got them back.” She seems cross. “I just didn't realize it was going to end up with me having a bounty on my head.” He was silent, his mind processing everything

“it’s an unusual situation, they stole from you and then hired bounty hunters for retaliation when you took them back…sounds like they were greedy and got caught in their own game…it also seems like they want you dead…are you in any rush to return to them?” As they start to make their accent into space he turns to look at her.

“Well, I'm your captive. What happens at this point is up to you.” She reminded him. She looks out the cockpit window again. Some of her hair has fallen into her face her sapphire eyes are looking out into space wondering what it holds for her at this point. Her beauty was unquestionable.

“so…it’s up to me is it..” She stays silent for a while. Her life is in his hands and she definitely doesn't know what to make of that. He'll either hand her over or he won't but she doesn't know. She doesn't know him. He's a bounty hunter and a Mandalorian. Two big unknowns in this galaxy these days. He watches her as she stared out of the cockpit window the light from the stars outside the cockpit danced on her face.

“How about a compromise?” l spoke into the air “If you would like to stay with me until we make it to my next bounty..I will pay you a large sum of credits. So you could continue your life and your adventures…you just have to leave your lightsabers with me…”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” She says in Mando'a “over my dead body.” She narrows her eyes at him. This guy has some nerve to ask something like that

“you’re quite the smart ass aren’t you…” He chuckled, his facial expressions hidden behind his helmet but the hint of a smirk was clear in his body language. “fine then, you can keep your little toys…” he said with a hint of sarcasm “but you’ll have to make it worth my while..” she leans forward, her elbows on her knees, revealing under her cloak a tight black top that reveals her cleavage and tight leggings. The two braids of her striking blonde hair fall forward. Her green eyes meet his through the helmet.

“I'm listening.”

“How about this…you stay with me, you help me catch some bounties and we split the reward…we both make good credits…” he leaned forward slightly just like she did, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

“That seems fair enough.” She leans back in her seat the cloak now behind her to reveal her midriff also exposed. Her slim figure and pale skin was distracting. She unhooked the robe from her neck and put it aside. She didn't need to hide anymore. She smirks at his gaze. She could tell he was watching her move.

“Do you have a name?” she asks with a slight laugh

“My name is Din Djarin, but most call me Mando.”

“Althea Kryze. It's good to meet you Din.” She smiles “or just Mando then, A little on the nose that one.”

"Kryze? The Kryze clan?" He asked, curious as to whether or not she did "I heard that the clan of Kryze were wiped out a while back by the empire, along with those of clan Wren..." He looked down and away for a moment.

“Yes, I was of clan Kryze when I was born. My Aunt Bo-katan and I are all that remain.” She looks a little sad as she says that. “The galaxy seems to be out to get me, first the Jedi are massacred then my clan. The force works in mysterious ways.” She looks down at her hands deep in thought for a moment. He knew something was up, he could sense the sadness and anger inside of her. He kept looking into her eyes as he listened

"Maybe we could get along...despite the differences in our upbringings there seems to be something about you that draws me in, something…familiar about you..." He says. She smirks at him.

“Don't get too sentimental on me now. Less than ten minutes ago I was your bounty. Not your partner.” l smiled back at her

"True." He looked down at her again, the way her skin glowed in the light of the cockpit "And what happened to your Jedi code? Is that not some form of compassion?"

“I haven't followed the code in a very long time.” She said shortly. “It's Never been helpful in the rest of the galaxy, survival is more important than some impossibly high set of morals.”

The Razor crest is beginning to approach a planet, He looked through the cockpit window, it was a rocky planet with no signs of human life. It was one of his contacts planets, it was a known hunting ground for his bounties

“Our next mark and the one who put this bounty on your head is on the planet in front of us You're coming with me, we're a team right?"

“Right.” She chuckles

It doesn't take long for Din to see her in action and for her to prove she's perfectly capable. Once they disembark and before he can do a single thing one of the door guards is flying across the rock planet and the other has lost his head to her green blades. And she opened the door “After you.”

Din raised his eyebrows, there was a fire in her when she fought, that’s for sure. The way she threw the people across the room was so effortless. Her ability was beyond exceptional, she knew exactly what she was doing, she was skilled and deadly…he couldn’t help but admire her skills

“very nice” He said as he walked through the door first, “Let’s find that scum then” She walked in behind him watching his back and it didn't take long to find the idiots who thought it was a good idea to take a bounty out on a force wielder. The two people who put the bounty out was sitting, eating and drinking on top of an old rock building. Din walked in confidently with Althea at his back, nobody would dare stop him

“Come out here” he yelled up at them, they looked down at him and then started to laugh like drunk idiots. Not wanting to delay any further, a shot landed at one of the two’s feet which got their attention, the man looked down annoyed then turned to him “Who the hell are you” Althea came out from behind him and ignited her sabers.

“Looking for me?” She grins. She used the force to lift them and bring them down to their level.

The man confessed to what he did, thinking Althea was some mercenary trying to scam him for the lightsabers he stole, not the original owner. He clears the bounty and begs for mercy. Althea's eyes are full of fire. It would be fun to just gut him like the others. She looks to Mando waiting for his command. He Nodded, and the man was dead.

As they headed back to the ship Din had asked her, how exactly she had ended up in this position.

“I was born to mandalorians, then raised by Jedi, I had only just gotten my padawan braid when everyone I knew was brutally murdered. Shortly after that I made it back to mandalore to my aunt to learn about our people just to watch the planet bombed and poisoned by the empire, I barely got out alive and then I was on the run for years.” She has stopped in her tracks and looked at him “ideals have gotten me nothing but pain. I'll follow what you ask me to do because I owe my life to you now but don't expect me to dedicate myself to another cause that will just make me lose everything again.” She turns back around and walks towards the ship. Din was quiet, listening carefully to what she had to say. After hearing everything she had been through it would be impossible not to feel compassion for her, she had lived a tough life and all that pain had turned her into the person she was today. He followed behind her as she walked away and he could see her pain deep inside her eyes

“Althea …you’re a skilled fighter and you’ve been through more tough moments in life than most, and if the story you just told me is true and you are in fact a Kryze…then your name holds honor”

“I know it does! My mother was the Duchess Satine! “She turns to him again and shouts before covering her mouth “Dank Farrik, I wasn't supposed to say that.” She tries to walk off to the ship again. She's pretty sure he's not going to let this slide that easy but she hopes for the best

"If your mother was the duchess, then that make you a princess or some sort of royalty?" Din then got down on a knee and bowed his head in front of her, he knew that the tradition and honor for such a thing was rare, but he felt compelled to.

“No, no nope nope, stand up, stand up. We're not doing this”. She tries to pull him up to no avail and she didn't really want to use the force on him “Look my mother had a secret affair with the Jedi Obi-wan Kenobi and I'm the product. I was kept a secret until I had to be sent to learn the ways of the Jedi, only clan Kryze knows of my existence and I usually like to keep it that way.” She sighs “please stop bowing I can't handle that.”

“I thought Mandolorians and Jedi didn’t get along?” He asked as he stood. This woman was certainly full of surprises, he had nothing but respect for her but he couldn’t help but think how much pain she must have gone through to get where she is today “Your life is more interesting than I thought”

“Yes, my identity is constantly in conflict and crisis. You could say I'm royalty but I'd rather just be a royal pain in the ass alright.” She laughs a little

Din felt like he had a lot to learn from her.

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Translations:

Ori'jate.: Very good

Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? ? : Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate?

Tags: @soft-girl-musings

#din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x original character #din dijarin fanfiction #mandalorian #mando #Althea Kryze #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #star wars #star wars fan fiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic

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imarvelatthestars · 2 years

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This Is The Way

Notes: This was inspired in part by episode 4 with Omera, and also by a conversation I had with my bestie about how Din & his upbringing reminded me of what I imagine many hijabis and niqabis experience - questions about their culture, religion, and choice to cover their bodies. I figured it would be good for Mando to meet a non-Mandalorian who was a little like him.

However, I'm not a hijabi or niqabi and don't want to overstep, so I'm writing with my own experience as a white Jew who covers her hair with tichels. Hopefully anyone out there who covers their hair can relate to this! I write with the upmost love and care.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Jewish/Muslim!coded Reader

Warnings: none, but this is super ridiculously short! I'd love to expand on it if people are interested or want to send in requests/ideas!

There's an unspoken bond between the two of you, something that simply appeared the day he arrived on your doorstep. He's never asked about the scarf you wear over your hair, why you never take it off, why your clothes cover most of your skin even in the heat of the desert, just like you never ask him about his helmet and why it stays on at all times. You know enough about Mandalorian culture to know better than to ask. And even if you didn't, you wouldn't want someone questioning you about your choice to cover your hair or your religion, not in the way that most people do it. You think perhaps that that's the reason why Mando's company is so comforting - because he understands.

Maybe that's why he asked you to come aboard. It makes sense once you think about it. And maybe, just maybe, he feels comforted by your presence too, by being around someone as dedicated to the call of their religion as he is. So you, Mando, and the little one make up the crew of the Razor Crest now. You make yourself useful by helping with ship repairs and taking care of the child, even though he's never asked you to. But you do it because you want to, because you don't mind getting your hands dirty with the grease and grime of his ship or the little one's messes. Because you like them, you like him. Because the Razor Crest crew feels like family.

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Lylah. It's a tiny moon circling a tiny planet in a tiny solar system in the backwater realm of the galaxy. Nothing to write home about, although you can't help noticing the way its inky black waters shimmer prettily in the light of its sun. It also happens to be where Mando's latest quarry is hiding out.

He lands the ship in a clearing at the edge of a thicket that seems to go on for miles. He tosses you a blaster, same as always, and you slip it into the holster around your waist. Traveling with a Mandalorian means adopting the life of a Mandalorian - to an extent. Weapons are a part of his religion, less so a part of yours, but preserving your life and the life of his child means you have to make some compromises. You wonder what pieces of you he's taken on since you joined him.

"I shouldn't be long," he tells you as he tightens the strap of his bracer. "I've dealt with her kind before and they're barely enough to work up a sweat. I'll meet you in town when I'm done. You have your comm?"

You have to bite back a smile. It's sweet that he always worries.

"I do."

"Call me if there's trouble."

You've never had to. "I will."

His hand twitches at his side. You almost miss it, then you think you imagined it. He doesn't acknowledge it or say anything else. His helmet nods in your direction and then he's off, cape fluttering behind him like some dramatic holonovel character. The sunlight is fading into a shade of orangey-pink that illuminates his armor just so. As Mando disappears into the thicket, you think that he looks like a work of art.

#mando #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian #star wars #i wonder if you could transplant jews and muslims to the star wars universe. like realistically?#being a jewish convert i already pretty much view hashem as being like the force so #i'll make anything jewish what can i say #did i name the planet lyla bc leila/layla is the same word in hebrew and arabic? yes. yes i did #i've also never written for mando before so i'm not sure how in character this is but i did my best

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karamell-sweetz · 2 years

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hey i would love to hear you rant about the balance in utmv and why it sucks

kris you are my sole enabler. thank you.

short version: the balance doesn't make sense and is overused.

long version: below. might wanna strap in, i don't know how long it is...

⚠️ the following statements are all /lh and are not intended to offend anyone. to anyone currently writing/making something involving the balance, please keep going, i'm sure it'll be great! i'm just getting tired of seeing it over and over again (so i decided to start the revolution /j). ⚠️

❗️also, slight tw: slight mentions of sewer slide, slight mentions of body horror❗️

first of all, the whole fgod error thing is okay. it's a cute concept – actually, maybe all of the "error's broken and bleeding bones" and "error flung himself into the void to escape it all" is more disturbing than cute, but you get what i mean – and i will respect this. i'm pretty sure that 'healing what has been broken' was the pioneer for destructivedeath and errormare — and this i can acknowledge! i just want to let people know that i am getting tired of seeing the same thing over and over again... which is why i'm writing a rant.

my first gripe with the balance: it exists. the whole shtick with the balance is that it's a limitation of sorts, a rule of thumb for ink and error to follow when they're doing their little multiversal god things. now tell me: if the multiverse/doodle sphere is a representation of the creative activity of the entire fandom...... why does it have a maximum capacity anyway? technically, new things are being created every single second of every single day, so if they were to come into existence at the same time then i think error would be rendered immobile at this point, according to the lore of the fgod au.

it'd be like: "*clenches soul area* aw crap. ink's making another useless au again *drops onto the floor* aw crap and another one *writhes* why the heck are there so many aughhhhhhh"

this leads to my second gripe: in a lot of these kinds of fics it's shown that ink is the creator of all the universes.

now that's fine and dandy, but canonically ink doesn't create shit.

he's the multiversal protector, meaning that he just makes sure they don't die. it's not like he himself made the characters within them suffer (in fact i'm pretty sure he doesn't really care for the people anyway, so the existence of the council is just. clever but strange), that's our fault because we made the au, not him! so really if we want to make error suffer less then we're going to have to leave the fandom for absolute dead or sth,,,,, which at this point is sort of impossible. (personally, i have been stuck here for around five years now and i always come back no matter how hard i try to leave.)

oh and i know that he can make living things like gaster blasters and stuff, but he's still the multiversal protector so that shouldn't mean that he can make whole aus on the spot. and i also know that this is an au in itself, but this is sort of a really important detail i think? i hope nobody's sleeping on this.

a third, sort of minor gripe: the concept of sides is also really strangely handled. ink's little council thing is fun tbh but everyone's such a shallow bitch and it's frustrating (which is sort of the point ig but it's worse when that's how they're portrayed in EVERY. SINGLE. BALANCE. FIC.) and i know that there are insiders like blue and idk fresh ig...... but this isn't a spy mission? just communicate with the other side? nightmare's gang is the only redeemable thing about this au because their dynamics are so cute (and i'm a murder time trio + cross fan so i just think it's neat), but even they're kinda shallow sometimes. and also (thank you for this one kris) i thought that positivity and negativity were meant to coexist? there's absolutely NO reason, NONE, why the council couldn't just. get the other team into the meeting and talk it out with them?! it's so easy to solve your problems?? just use your tiny pea brains a little??? my frickingh god???? like literally all of this could have been solved if y'all just TALKED for once oml.

and now for my fourth, final, and largest gripe of all: IT'S SO OVERUSED. i'm not even talking about the balance itself, the plotlines for this au are all copypastes too! for example, error having to sit down with ink and tell him about the balance? ink getting upset about his ignorance? heard it at least five times, honey. what next, are they going to go and save the multiverse from your oc character who just so happens to be messing with everything? and maybe you'll become friends...... oR sOmEtHinG mOrE?

(great bricks, if i see the phrase 'friends..... or something more????.??.????' one more time i am going to rip myself apart.)

i will acknowledge that there are some original things out there, but most of the premises are still the same. and in most of these ink and the council are absolute jerks for no reason at all. please. please please please i'm so tired. if i see one more thing about error jumping into the void istg i will jump with him. (sorry i ran out of steam here but you get what i mean right? the balance is everywhere!)

anyway tldr: screw the balance. it doesn't make sense and it's been milked to hell and back.

thanks for your interest in my (maybe unpopular?) opinion. you are free to disagree (or join me in the revolution!)

ps: im sorry this is a long-ish post. i had a shorter version that i put on my wattpad but it didn't sound very persuasive so i wrote this chunky thing.

pps: i might have gotten some things wrong (i've been stuck in rhythm game hell for about six months now) so feel free to correct me about things! (*´-`)

#utmv #karamell yells #screw the balance #undertale au #can't believe my first two posts about my favourite fandom are part of my screw the balance agenda #man.....#if only i had more things to talk about

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mythandlaur · 2 years

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EE Week - Day 5

POTENTIAL MAJOR SPOILERS. Though everyone is only referred to with nicknames, this features Bliss Ocean members who have not yet been officially introduced, including the boss. This is also why I'm posting this in the AC tag instead. Read at your own risk!

TOTALLY UNSUSPICIOUS SERVER THAT DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY EVIL PLANS WHATSOEVER

User List:

SUPREME SERVER EMPRESS -- 1 SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!

Boss -- 1 Lethe

Online -- 3 💗💖Aphrodite💖💗 boudica Sundance🔆

Offline -- 1 Mercedes (always set to invisible)

-- SUNDAY - 12:16 PM --

Mercedes: I saw the news. Mercedes: I leave you people alone for a week. Mercedes: One. Week.

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: is somebody talking????? i cant see their messages!!!!

Mercedes: I know you don't actually have me blocked.

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: wow theyre still going i bet theyre saying something reallllllll stupid rn lolll

Lethe: The museum? Lethe: I can assure you that was not us. I would not have authorized that; I am not yet completely insane

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: bet

Lethe: Please.

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: pbfffffth

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: wait what news 💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: 🍵🍵🍵 💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: gimme~

Mercedes: Where have you been? It's everywhere.

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: I'm in the inspiration zone 📝

Sundance🔆: sittin on the couch with a tub of icecream watching shitty romcoms ?

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: You shut your mouth >:(

Mercedes: The Arsene Amulet was stolen from the Sweet Jazz Museum last night.

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: Wait the epithet stealing one?

Lethe: The very same.

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: ;ooooo

Mercedes: I know the Banzais wound up getting it but I assumed the independent inscribed there might've been ours.

boudica: no

Mercedes: I wasn't going to say anything.

boudica: better not

Lethe: No, they were not ours, and in fact we're trying to get the amulet to safety as soon as possible. I've got our best on that.

Mercedes: Oh no.

Sundance🔆: oh yes

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: OH OH LET ME SEND YOU THE PICTURES I TOOK A BUNCH

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: You were there?

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: YEAH LIKE THE WHOLE TIME benefits of not sleeping roflmao

Mercedes: What happened?

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: what are these phantom messages on my screen oOOOooOo

boudica: tell me what happened boudica: now

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: SO BASICALLY a couple chuckleheads were faking being staff to steal the amulet because i guess one of their epithets sucks??? And they wanted a different one???? But also the banzai blasters showed up to steal other stuff and this poindexter kid wanted to study the amulet and then this other kid was locked in and chucklehead 1 and 2 wanted to steal her powers and it turned into a whole Thing SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: a guy thought he was a car and there was a big cow and everything was on fire a couple times and a bunch of walls came down and i think they broke a dinosaur

boudica: of FUCKING course

[ boudica is offline. ]

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: omg did she throw her phone again

Sundance🔆: nah aint heard nothing from my room Sundance🔆: think shes just sore

Lethe: It makes sense. Give her some time.

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: That sounds so wild thoooooo god why this week of all times 😭😭

Mercedes: Because disaster never happens conveniently.

Lethe: It's not a disaster. It's being taken care of.

Sundance🔆: damn right

Mercedes: My mistake. Disaster in progress.

Sundance🔆: say that to my face bitch

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT 👊👊👊

Lethe: That's enough you three

Sundance🔆: fiiiiiine Sundance🔆: anyway i should be gettin outta here on wed shouldnt take more than a day

Lethe: And you were told to keep it quiet if at all possible?

Sundance🔆: i mean i can try but this is me youre dealin with

Lethe: If at all possible.

Sundance🔆: yeah yeah yeah

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: You GOTTA tell us how it goes ok

Mercedes: I'm sure we'll find out on the Thursday news.

Sundance🔆: you forget im the best there is Sundance🔆: people or jewelry i can hunt it down and quiet like too Sundance🔆: just usually less fun that way

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: you got this b <333

Sundance🔆: thankyou kindly little lady

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: GET A ROOOOOOOOM

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: You first ;)

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: OH MY GOD ITS NOT LIKE THAT

Lethe: It really isn't.

💗💖Aphrodite💖💗: No one SAID anything about you 😘

Lethe: Well! Lethe: I'm just saying Lethe: For her sake Lethe: This behavior is extremely unprofessional

Sundance🔆: would love to see boss' face right now

SALLY FINKLESTEIN!!: Full tomato

Sundance🔆: HA

#i will tag the obvious ones at least #since most of the people who are super attached to them know spoilers #yoomtah zing #zora salazar #anime campaign

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“☄️” and I’ll write a description/ story of your life as a Jedi

(note: Star Wars and any recognizable characters/ settings/ ideas do NOT belong to me.)

Thank you for being patient with me as I worked on this, Max. Hope you enjoy it!

send me an emoji and I’ll write you as a SW character

The heat, the smoke...I can still feel it. The screams, the blaster fire...I can still hear it. It's been almost a week, but it feels like it's been seconds.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning...after all, it's not like I have anywhere to be. Hah!

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My fellow Jedi, Mikko Anturr, and I were scouting the cliffs on a forest planet. What planet? I forget the name. Mikk was always better with names. Our troops were with us of course, led by Commanders Zorn and Carnin.

It was all the usual shenanigans; play fighting, me teasing Mikk about his crush and he teasing me about mine.

"I do not!" I huffed. I could feel my cheeks burning up, all the way to the tips of my ears.

"Yes, you do! I'm sorry, Maxin, you're just not good at hiding your feelings around them! You're always stumbling about around Corin...it's embarrassing actually, I'm embarrassed-Hey!"

I'm swinging my lightsaber at him; a green blur cutting through the morning haze in the humid forest. I swing again, goading him. Luckily for me, Mikk takes the bait.

An orange blade cuts off my third swing and soon we've dissolved into laughing fits. It's a wonder that neither of us has managed to attain the rank of Jedi knight at all.

"Sirs, one of the men has found something!" Commander Carnin, waves us over.

"I'll get you next time, Max."

"Wanna bet?" I smirk. "You only appeared to have the high ground because-."

"Sirs, please!"

After that, it was business as usual. Don't get me wrong we could goof off but we could be serious as well. We were truthfully both knighted by Grand Master Yoda. We just had a little bit more fun than some of the other Jedi.

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All of a sudden a shot rang out and Mikk froze, gasped, and then collapsed. Just dropped like a sack of droid parts. Behind him, Commanders Zorn and Carnin raised their blasters.

I was still processing what happened to my friend when I heard Commander Zorn, who was like a friend to me call out, "One target down, one more dead ahead."

Target? What target?

With another shot, the blaster fire whizzed right by my head. I could smell burnt hair.

Oh, Force. My stomach dropped. It's me. I'm the target.

Another shot, more burning. They were getting closer. So I did the only thing I could think of, I turned and ran.

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My heart was hammering in my chest and blood pounded in my ears. I tried not to move a single muscle, sitting in the trees. Watching as the troopers. My men, my friends. Watching as they searched for me, not to rescue me but to eliminate me. Permanently.

What was going on? Years later I would discover what exactly possessed these men to do this. Now? Now, I was searching, searching the Force for answers, and receiving none.

It felt like hours before all the men left the immediate area. My only hope of survival and making my way back to the ship was that Clone troopers were not Force-sensitive.

Step by step, careful to not make any sounds, I crept back to the clearing where we landed.

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Two of the three moons were high in the sky when the ships came into view. Glancing around and sensing no one, I slid down. Just as I carefully moved between trees, I carefully moved over the dirt, rocks, plants, and fallen tree limbs.

I was halfway to the first ship when...BOOM! A detonator was set off and I was thrown back. Dirt kicked up and debris flew all over the clearing. The ship was no more.

"Freeze! The less you resist, the less painful it will be."

"Are you saying that to me or the troops, Commander?"

"To you, Sir."

"Are you so sure?"

Igniting my lightsaber once more, I took a deep breath. "Trust in the Force," I told myself "It's gotten you this far."

Commander Zorn calls out to the troops surrounding the clearing, and by extension, me.

"Ready?"

"Aim"

But he doesn't get to complete the command, I begin swinging my lightsaber around every which way. My goal is to get to the second ship, Mikko's ship. This cannot be the end for me. I am meant for more...

At first, I am only blocking the shots, waiting for my men to snap out of it. But they're not my men anymore...not really. By the time I'm next to the ship, I'm full-on attacking. Slicing and chopping and cutting. Fighting for my life.

I've made it, my hand curls around the handle to the side hatch.

"Not so fast, Jedi." I shot rings out. He misses again. He won't miss a third time. "Stand down."

I turn to face him, Commander Zorn. A man I once called a friend. We broke bread together on dozens of planets, faced the Separatists together, and shared many stories. I knew his quirks and habits; everything from his favorite food to how he held himself in battle.

His posture.

The man in front of me was not that man, he was too rigid, too tight. there was something wrong deeply wrong. So wrong that I almost felt bad about what I was going to do. Almost.

My lightsaber clashed with Zorn and his scream is something that I won't ever forget. High-pitched until it wasn't. Until it was silence after the thud of a body hitting the ground. Dropping like a sack of droid parts.

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I immediately engage the engines and initiate the take-off sequence on the ship. I don't where I want to go next, just someplace quiet. Someplace where no one knows who or what I am.

#star wars #star wars stories #sw stories

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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It's about 15 miles long and you can't tell this is long because you're looking at it from the wrong angle and when things are huge it's how they appear. But it's about the shape and it looks weird because the weapon is safety's on it that discharge is excess energy it doesn't come out to the right shape as a matter of fact it's dissipated so much that it looks smaller where it's larger and it's on purpose but it still looks like a blaster. And it is it's extremely powerful and this blaster will knock a hole through a stone ship of Tommy f and approximately one millisecond or less probably a half a millisecond and from 25 miles in one side and 25 miles out the other side and through whatever is in the middle it's extremely powerful

Hera Zues

I'm going there now nobody stop me you're kind of sick I go there and nobody's there it's like the sick Island and he says it's because of electrical activity which might be increased and it would be due to electrical current in the water and items crashed on shore and under the ground so I say this I hope I don't get zapped... It says that houses are like an illusion because I don't get there it looks like it's safe and it really is gross what he says is really weird and gross this is a piping if that's the case would you have a problem and his father says not necessarily unless it was gathered there and I do get what you saying besides Luke Skywalker poof your gone. I don't explain Billy being there and nobody continuously researching it cuz they might not be able to. So got my warning we'll see if anything's down there that's alive if I find animals I didn't know it's not as dangerous as he says but it's all right well I get that

Daniel

You talk too much Daniel this bright eyed boy this is my face so it's going to knock my head off it does that s*** again can't stand me in one of these days is going to knock my head off and yeah it'll come off and there's nothing to it he says the attitudes out of whack people are almost gone and certainly see something you can see his face don't put that f****** s*** near me don't sit right on top of me you piece of dumb s*** you can't do this f****** thing right at all damn it well just having me possessed it doesn't care as much as he says that's why I'm a fat s*** all the time and I say I figured it out but I didn't and I'm stupid and I agree so watch out for me since you don't need your brain you stupid a****** and you won't have one

I got to get the meeting here he stands up to busy and hasn't do things and stops them and we don't same thing with mac and I'm just keep on bothering him like it's a nobody regardless of why it happens unless we take a break while I went to unreal and go visit the island which is why i probably have to do, yeah I'm in the cast that makes sense good it says finally what else do we have to do get you free yacht because you lost all the oil fields and certainly do see a sarcasm and it's real and it's on purpose cuz I'm harassing him. I get knocked out with one punch and his punch is more powerful than most people and his kick is probably gross I really shouldn't go bothering him it's just a stupid thing I'm doing it's like an addiction and he says it's lethal and I can't stand it anymore I'm self destructing. You said his parents were doing that too and even things like I'm a more powerful blaster than ever seen we're not enough of an enticement and now I'm kind of scared cuz they look like they have together. And ken's just sitting there that guy's got some strength. Says it's seated enough of us die and for reasons that are not extremely solid but he's worried about this Tommy f guy. That makes sense it's a balance and I heard this before and it does make sense. I'm sticking to like retarded kids or criminals right in front of them courthouse it's actually very sick cuz he's sitting on the phone saying what we're doing wrong and what we did run in the past and the cops were sitting there listening and we don't care at all and we're really doing nothing to bother you and today we're doing something it'll probably go bother him and they don't mess with something right away he says if we find anything what trigger anything etc now I'm starting to see something that's what we're going to do is it sure Daniel's already headed out there so I guess we'll skip the laundromat why don't you do that he says I get this kind of talk I'm going to stick a knife through your throat if you show up for real... I mean Max want me to do it so I'd be in their custody can you figure it out I have to resist all of them and they're getting more power and you're a huge douchebag cuz you're weak as a f****** God damn girls summer dress.. I'm following something this is how it is can't avoid the place and it's stupid you just want him to do something to us and since they're greeting at them right to his face cuz he has to do his laundry there it's like I can't see it is that that over there and sit there bothering him and bothering him and he's taking over his businesses right in front of him no this is sick and Mac is sick and is losing the whole game right in front of everyone because he's doing the stupid s*** all the time yeah it's him it has to be him it's his laundromat so stupid place to be but they're doing it to him too so I'm going to try and go there first and yeah that should be rich enough lol

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Jason

Damn you talk more than anybody I've ever seen Trump

Fat Tuesday and my father is the one who brought up the island and he said it and it kind of gross mean way to me at his tire shop

Zues Hera

I'm laughing because he's saying it's like Sanford and son and yeah the reference is kind of mean but it's to this weapon it's kind of sitting around and they're idiots and now I see what you're saying they couldn't figure out what it was or where it was or what it was doing or anything so we were directing them there

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Do you think we could get “ i guess somewhere along the way, i fell in love. and i don’t know how it happened, or when, but… “ with Rex, please? I read a really heart breaking fic with him last night and could just really use something sweet and fluffy with a happy ending. If not, totally fine! :)

@generaldumbbitch kindly asked: could i request rex x jedi reader with the prompt “I've been trying to talk myself out of it." "Then talk yourself into it."

Do I wanna know?

(if this feeling floats both ways)

Pairing: our precious blonde captain x jedi!reader.

Word count: 1,6k not proofread you know the drill.

Warnings: mutual pining and yearning come with their own warning. this is a lil bit of a slow burn I think ?? the use of sir is neutral in this house. mentions of rex touching himself 👀 but nothing explicit okay it's a safe space here.

It wasn't usual for Rex to get injured, but it hasn't been one of those days where he got minor scratches, maybe a few dark bruises here and there but most of the time he has been untouched.

Today, though, war has been rougher than usual, a deep cut was found on his side that he doesn't know how he got, face covered in small, little cuts and he could still taste the blood from his split lip.

Which had led him to you, in a way, as he looked for supplies he ended up finding you, and in your stubborn nature you had offered to help him clean his wounds, with a racing heart and fluttering butterflies he had no option but to let out a rushed "yes sir."

After properly applying bacta on his side, you take extra care with his face, skilled hands softly pressing the wet cloth on the wounds. He doesn't hiss, nor shows discomfort, only flinching occasionally, as if he was too familiar with the feeling, too used to the pain it brought.

Amber eyes find you sometimes, as he takes quick glances he hopes you don't notice. He takes a good look of you, the way you bite your lip in concentration, your furrowed brows, how your hair looks, the little necklace hanging from it's hidden place under your robes.

"Is there something on your mind, Rex?"

Sometimes he forgets you're a Jedi, a General, his superior, when he has you so close, this close, and when your hands brush together when he hands you whatever, his heart beating loudly in his ears, mostly when you touch him, your hand on his shoulder or back, on his forearm or waist when you pass by and to move him in the slightest.

He forgets the most at night, when he thinks on where else you could touch him, in how your lips would feel against his, your hands exploring his body and his name falling from your lips in a state of delirious bliss. Shame crawling back into his mind right after as he remembers again who you are, always out of his limit but he can't find it in himself to stop, not when you look at him like that.

"Nothing, General." He finally admits, a lie he hopes you don't sense but you do.

Pulling back to assess him, he already misses you, you give him a look, one that tells him you're not impressed.

"No need for formalities, I have already told you that." You give him an easy smile, one that feels like melting his insides and turning into a puddle.

Only you have the power to leave him nothing but helpless. He's not sure he hates it.

"Sorry, Ge–" your pointed eyes make him chuckle, quickly changing the rank for your name. You give him your most charming smile and he's left hypnotized, sucking a breath when you lean over again, going back to tend his wounds.

He's got it bad for you.

"So?" You ask, in the simplest of murmurs, as if speaking any louder would break your concentration.

"So?" He echoes, confused, warm eyes never leaving you and when your eyes meet, he blushes slightly.

There's something about the intimacy of it all that leaves him this I don't know what in his chest that makes him feel like a cadet all over again.

"The thing you want to tell me, what is it?"

"I don't–" There is something in your eyes he feels drawn to, magnetized by the color of your irises and the emotions they try to shield from him. Rex sighs, he knows there's no way around this, and he wonders if this was your plan all along, to corner him somewhere and casually urge him to confess. "I've been feeling something," he eventually mumbles, eyes looking forward to the door, he's not sure he wants to see your expression.

There's this little mhm that leaves your throat, and he can see from the corner of his eyes how your attention falls in the cut on his forehead. Your eyes flicker to his.

"I wanted to ask you..." he thinks, if you feel the same? "for an advice." He doesn't wait for you to answer, already knowing you're willing to help him out, like you have always been. "There's this– someone." You stop your movement, surprised for a moment and he finds that your unreadable expression makes him anxious.

There's no turning back now.

"And I'm not sure they feel the same, so I've been trying to talk myself out of it, and–"

"Then you should try to talk yourself into it."

You sound so sure, he's sincerely surprised. He watches you go back to the task at hand, the cloth trying to remove the dried blood from his skin.

"You think?"

"We need more love in the galaxy Rex, there's been too much pain these days to stop ourselves from feeling anything but something that resembles it, don't you think?"

He frowns, taking in your words and he supposes you must be right, you're a Jedi, at the end of the day, wiseness is something you have by default, isn't it?

"I guess."

There's a silence that follows, where it's just you working and the rumble of the machines. It's not awkward, per se, but it's not as comfortable as it was when you first begun.

"It's you," he says after a while in the most casual tone possible. He's got nothing more but his life to lose.

You take a step back, looking at him with confusion written in your face, and his hands are shaking with all the emotions he's trying to put at bay. He can't take it back. Not now. He's never been one to stand down from a fight.

"I–" he clears his throat, "the one I have uh, feelings for. I guess somewhere along the way, I fell in love." He finds your eyes, and there's nothing in them that calms him down. He panics, an awkward cough leaves his throat and he feels his neck and ears burning. "With you. And I don't know how it happened, or when, but I, I, I do."

Before he gives you a second to react, he's already standing up, probably opening the cut from his side with the action.

"I apologize if this is too unprofessional, I should probably head out and–"

"Wait," it's a whisper, and it could be humiliating the power you hold over him if it wasn't for the excuse in the back of his mind that reminds him he was bred to follow orders. "You don't want to know what I have to say?"

He hesitates, torn between wanting to know, if the gentleness in your tone and the barely-there smile you're giving him is something to go by, or not wanting to know for the possible consequences of whatever answer your might give him.

If you don't love him back, he doesn't think he'll be able to live with it, much less with how close you and his General are, always working together and Maker, Cody is never going to let him hear the end of it.

But if you do, he could be court martial if anyone finds out, but that's nothing compared to you being casted out from the order. He knows their ideals, he has heard enough from the Commander, you could be torn away from everything you know. He's not worth it, he knows. Compared to everything your life is, he's nothing.

Yet, he nods.

You walk towards him, closing the distance that separates you, Rex wishes you didn't, he can never think straight when you're so close, hence the predicament he finds himself in.

When your hand cups his cheek, he flinches, he has never felt anything close to soft against his skin, always the end of someone's knuckles, the steel of some droid, the heat of a blaster shot. Never something so tender as someone else's hand, slightly calloused by the arduous training of the art of holding a lightsaber and the constant firmness in your grip that these unrelenting times need you to have.

Your eyes fall on him, analyzing his expression that lays so vulnerable in his face when there's nothing that helps him mask it, he seems timid, and like he was about to brace for a punch that never comes.

"You know," your voice serene, warm, and he doesn't understand why, how in the middle of all this, buried in corpses and hands dripping with blood you still find a way to shine so bright, to illuminate a path for him in the chaos of everything and anchor him back. "If you weren't so ready to sprint back to your quarters, I could tell you that I'm in love with you too."

"You are?" You smile, warmed by his naiveness, and he gulps when he sees your eyes flickering to his lips.

"I thought I was obvious," you try to explain, the amused glint in his face warms his cheeks, "I've been flirting with you since I met you, Captain, what took you so long?"

"You were?"

You chuckle, pressing the lightest of kisses on the corner of his mouth, a peck, soft and sweet for him to crumble down at your feet. He feels light-headed and you have barely done anything.

"Are you going to kiss me, trooper?"

He nods, licking his lips with anticipation, taking a moment to learn by heart the gleam in your eyes, and the little marks of your face, and the shape of your lips, and everything that makes you, you.

Rex smiles lightly, closing the gap between your bodies with a single step, his own gloved hands cupping your face.

"Sir, yes sir."

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cora-vizsla · 3 years

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I miss Paz and Cabur too! ❤

I've really been into soft lately and I saw a couple soft prompts that I really like because they're about admiration and Paz can say them to Cabur and vise versa.

I feel like I could watch you all day. Everything you do has a touch of magic to it.

I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes.

Please don't feel obligated to write anything if you don't feel inspired.

Paring: Female!reader (Cabur) x Paz Vizsla

Rating: Uh, teen maybe? Nothing explicit.

Warnings: Fluff. Like your teeth are rotting out this is so sweet fluff.

AN: I'm gonna try to do this without any angst. Let's see if I am capable of it. (Okay I kind of failed there was a touch of angst in there but not between our two favorite love birds)

Your least favorite part of your job was going different places to meet with new groups. Din wanted all Mandalorian to feel welcome on Mandalore and that was a chore in and of itself. He trusted you the most to be able to work through any situation that could arise and knew you were more than competent in taking care of yourself should you need to. That didn't stop Paz from putting everything on hold to make sure he went with you. Part of you was annoyed that it seemed like he didn't trust you to take care of yourself, but Din reminded you that you would be with him if the roles were reversed.

Paz stood in the back of the meeting hall with his arms crossed over his chest. Any time voices were raised towards you, your eyes glanced over to make sure he didn't have his blaster drawn. Most of the meetings were calm but there were a few of the leaders of different clans that were defensive about needing to follow a Mandalore that they had never met.

"I understand your hesitance. The Mandalorian have been driven apart time and time again. All I am asking is that you send delegation to the planet. You can see first hand the work we have put into rebuilding our planet so that all Mandalorian can thrive the way we should be."

"And how do we know this isn't a trap? You're a child of the watch."

"A child of the watch that is here asking for peace. You think I would have sat down with you if I wanted war? Don't mistake my civility as weakness. I am a warrior just as you are."

"I can't even see your face."

"No. There are only two people in this galaxy that can see my face because I choose to live my life that way. I do not think less of you for taking your helmet off. I ask for that same respect."

The warrior stood up but his partners hand shot out, grabbing his arm. He instantly sat down and looked at them. You had known the warrior in question wasn't the one in charge but hadn't quite put your mind to recognizing the smaller pregnant Mando next to him was in charge.

"Do you have children?"

You nodded once and relax back into your chair.

"I do. A daughter. My riduur and I took her in when her village was attacked."

"Does your clan respect foundlings?"

"They are our greatest asset. There is no future without them. Our Mandalore risked his entire life and creed to protect his foundling. He didn't fight to take the dark saber for power; he was protecting his ad'ika."

Their leader nodded once and sat back.

"It is decided then. I will go. I trust that you are comfortable with me bringing an escort."

"You may bring the entire clan if it was what you want. We only want you to see what we have created and offer you all a place there."

The warrior huffed but stood up to help his partner. She motioned for him to leave with everyone else, staying in front of you.

"You risked your life coming here."

"I understand that."

"Is that why your guard has been staring at you the entire time?"

You laughed and nodded, smiling under your helmet at Paz.

"That is Paz Vizsla, my riduur."

She turned and gave Paz a soft smile which was met with a nod. She turned back to you and placed her hand on her belly.

"I will be honest, part of me is being selfish with going to see the planet."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I am force sensitive. I always have been but I had people who could help train me. I was trained to keep it quiet and hidden away. I don't want that for her."

"You know it's a girl?"

"I do. I can feel her thoughts just like she can feel mine. I have heard rumor you have a Jedi temple there."

You nodded and smiled.

"Our Mandalore has a foundling that is force sensitive. He sent him away with the Jedi to be trained so he would be safe. We arranged to have the temple moved to our city so that families could still be connected with this children, regardless if they follow our creed or not."

"That is wonderful."

"I can arrange for you to meet with Master Skywalker on your visit. Although I am sure he will sense the moment you touch down. Force sensitives are welcome there. Everyone is that believes in our cause."

"Thank you. Let me show you to your lodging for the night. No need to leave right away. It's been a long day."

You nodded and followed the woman, Paz moving to walk next to you. He gently touched his hand on the small of your back making you look up at him. Even without seeing him, you just knew he was smiling down at you. The leader stopped in front of a large tent and smiled at both of you.

"There is food, supplies and a fire set up for you. Please let anyone you find know if you need something. We can hash out the final preparations for our visit in the morning. I'd like to follow you back if that is okay."

"Sounds wonderful."

You walked into the tent and sighed as Paz shut the flaps and tied them shut. He walked over to you and pulled your helmet off, cupping the side of your face.

"I am exhausted."

"You did wonderfully, mesh'la."

"I feel like I argued all day."

"You did but for the right cause. I'm not sure I could have stayed that calm with that di'kut spouting his mouth off constantly."

You huffed out another sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting your face in your hands.

"What is wrong, ner riddur?"

"This just feels hopeless. Every time we find more of our people it is just a fight to move on from he past."

"Is that what you think is happening?"

"I know it is. I'm exhausted from all of it."

"That isn't what I see. I see you fighting for a cause that you believe in. I see you building a future for all the children, even the ones not born yet. You're one of the strongest warriors I know and yet here you are using your words to bring us all together. I feel like I could watch you all day. Everything you do has a touch of magic to it."

He pulled your hands off your face and you saw that he no longer had his helmet on now that he was kneeling in front of you. You smiled at him and let yourself relax slightly.

"I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes."

"I probably wouldn't like what I see."

"Impossible, ner kar'taylir darasuum" (my love)

"Wonder if the other warriors would be as afraid of you if they knew what a sap you are."

"A sap that would rip them to pieces just for looking at you wrong."

You smiled fully as he leaned in to kiss you. Once he pulled away you started to pull his armor off, stacking it neatly at the end of the bed. He watched you intently, a soft smile on his face until you both had your armor off.

"Let's get some sleep."

"How about you lay down so I can bring you some food. Then we can lay in this giant bed together until you fall asleep."

You hummed playfully and made a face like you were thinking.

"I guess that is okay."

"You guess? That's how it is?"

You giggled as he picked up you and tossed you back down on the bed making you laugh even harder.

"Just lay there, ad'ika. Let me take care of you."

"Don't need you to."

"I know."

"But it feels nice to know that you always will."

"Until my dying breath, mesh'la."

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Summary: The fighting is over, but that is only the beginning. A clone finds young Boba Fett in the aftermath of Geonosis as Jedi and clone alike come to terms with their dead. Features Original Characters. Set during Episode II. One-shot. Canon Compliant.

Commander Mettle and the First One Hundred were sweeping the arena after the Battle of Geonosis. They were searching for survivors. Many Jedi, and more than a few clones had been grievously injured during the battle. Now that the enemy had been subdued it was time to clean up.

Bodies were strewn everywhere. Jedi, clone, droid and beast alike. Their corpses like so many hillocks scattered around the arena in the gloaming light. A slight movement nearby caught his eye. Mettle tensed and raised his blaster in case it was a half dead droid using the last of its strength to fulfill its prime directive. When no laser fire followed in the next few seconds Mettle cautiously moved forward.

As he drew nigh, he saw the movement came from near an armored body. With a jolt, he recognized the body as that of the clone template, Jango Fett. They had called him Stencil, he had worked closely with Mettle and the other troopers of the First One Hundred over the last ten years.

It was a shock to see him dead. He had been such a great warrior, teaching them everything they knew about being a soldier. He had almost seemed indestructible. Mettle noted that Jango had been killed by a Jedi. A small sense of relief twinged in Mettle when he realized that. Mettle didn't like the thought of Jango Fett being killed by a clone, or the disgrace of being killed by a droid. It was curious, though, that the Jedi would kill the man they hired to be the clone template. They must have been pretty confident that they wouldn't need any more clones.

Another small movement alerted him to a presence on the other side of Jango's body. Circling the fallen man he he knelt down next to the boy. Boba was laying on the ground near Jango's side. He didn't seem to be hurt, physically. He wasn't asleep, he just lay there, his eyes not really taking in his surroundings.

Mettle had no idea what to do. Stencil had taken his kid everywhere. Mettle felt completely at a loss. The child hadn't even reacted to his presence. Mettle couldn't imagine what it was like to lose a parent, but seeing a tough kid like Boba laying there so unresponsive told him more than enough.

Reaching out, he gingerly touched Boba's shoulder. "Hey there, Lucky." It was a name the clones had given him on Kamino. He had been the 'lucky' one chosen to be the clone template's son. Boba didn't respond. "Are you hurt?" Mettle tried again.

Boba's eyes flicked to look at him, but he still didn't move. Mettle took the boy by the arm and lifted him into a sitting position. Boba didn't resist. Mettle wanted to say something to make the kid feel better, but he couldn't think of anything. Removing his helmet he began checking the boy over for injuries.

"No broken bones, don't see any blood." Mettle tried to keep his voice light. Grief was something he knew about, but not something he'd ever personally experienced. The First One Hundred had come through the day with no losses, other units hadn't been so fortunate. "Just a little dirt, and nasty touch of sunburn."

Boba automatically raised a hand to touch his burned cheek, he hardly registered the discomfort.

Mettle finished looking him over. "Lucky, it's starting to get dark," he said softly. "It's not safe to stay out here."

Boba kept his eyes downcast. He mumbled under his breath, barely audible, "I don't want to go."

Mettle swallowed. He'd never seen someone look so hurt before. In the most gentle tone he could manage, he said, "There's nothing you can do for him. You need to look out for yourself now."

Boba still kept his eyes down. All he could think about was all of the things he would never be able to do with his father again. He would never sit on his father's lap and read. They would never play pretend, or wrestle. He'd never steal food off his dad's plate, food that tasted better just because it was dad's. He'd never laugh at the silly jokes his dad told, or hear the Mandalorian lullabies his dad would sing. His dad would never hug him again, or whisper I love you as he drifted to sleep.

Boba sat there, stone-faced. He had nowhere else to go, and no one else to go too. His dad had been all he had. His chest and throat felt tight. No physical pain could hurt like this. He tried to speak, to tell the clone that he couldn't leave. He had to stay here. He had nowhere else. Words failed him. All he wanted was to wake up and find out this day had never happened.

Boba raised his eyes to look at Mettle. Even in the twilight, his features were still clearly visible. The sight of the clone's face, his father's face, it was just too much. Feeling like a fool, but not caring, he began to cry.

Mettle didn't know what he was supposed to do. Clone were usually discouraged from such displays of emotion, but this case was different. He put an arm around Boba's shoulder. That was all he could think to do. Boba responded, feeling like the stupidest being in the universe, putting his arms around the clone's neck and clinging to him as he wept.

Boba felt his cheeks flush with shame. He felt stupid and weak. If he hadn't been such a dumb little kid maybe he could have helped his father. If they had been fighting side by side maybe the Jedi would be dead and his father alive. Boba knew he shouldn't have just sat in the cave where his father left him, he should have been out there with his dad. His dad had told him, "Stay here, don't move," but this one time, Boba knew he should have disobeyed.

Boba tried to stem his tears. His dad would have wanted him to be strong. Despite his best efforts, the tears continued.

Mettle let the child cling to him. He had never seen a person so hurt. He was a little bewildered by it all. The darkness continued to draw in on them, the shadows on the arena lengthened.

Through the gathering dusk, Jedi Master Adi Gallia walked across the arena. Her pace was slow, she was so tired. Today had been the worst day of her life. So many Jedi had been cut down today, and by mindless droids, no less. Her heart hurt. So much was lost here today. Echos of pain rang in her ears from Jedi, clones, and many others. There had been no victory today, they had merely managed to stave off defeat.

She spotted one of the clones, clones she hadn't known existed just a short time ago, kneeling, holding someone. The other clones in the area were doing triage, collecting the bodies and the wounded to be dealt with as appropriate.

Adi didn't want to be callous, but the clone needed to keep with his task. They had no time to waste. The mission had to come first. The Separatists couldn't be allowed the slightest advantage. "Clone," she said. She realized she had no idea what his name was, or if clones even had names. The clone looked over at her, and she noticed he was holding a child. She didn't know why there was a child in the arena, or even where the boy had come from. "Is the boy injured?"

The boy released the clone and stood, taking a step back and keeping his eyes averted. The clone stood as well, and replacing his helmet he stood at attention. "No, sir," he answered only the question asked.

When no further information was forthcoming, Adi asked a follow up question, "Why is he here? Where are his parents?" Adi tried to keep her voice even, but there was an edge to her words all the same.

"He's here because he was with his father when the battle began. His father was killed during the battle, sir."

Adi saw the boy turn his head to look at the body of the bounty hunter that had started all of this. "Doesn't he have a mother, or anyone else, another friend or relative?" Adi was exhausted, and this needed to be settled. Only after the living had been taken care of could the Jedi finally see to their dead. She could feel that the boy was hurt, but his pain only blended into all the other pain that saturated the Force on this day.

Mettle glanced at Boba, the kid hadn't even tried to wipe the tears off his face. "He's got no one else, sir."

Adi sighed. "It'll have to be an orphanage then." Adi gazed over the field, her heart ached as she spotted one of the fallen Jedi, a dear friend of hers. "Gather him up and find out where the nearest Republic orphanage is." Her voice trembled slightly as she said those words. After receiving an affirmative response, she moved on, more than a little distracted by her own grief.

Mettle turned back to Boba. Boba turned his eyes on Mettle, his gaze unflinching. Even though the light was waning, Mettle could still make out the expression of those dark eyes. He saw that behind all the pain there was a spark, an ember of anger that was sure to serve him well. Mettle placed a hand on Boba's shoulder. "You've got the blood of a warrior. You will make it through."

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fanfic-inator795 · 7 years

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okay, this is a weird one, and it's alright if you don't wanna write it, but it's what came to mind: since Walky is one of the very few beings Captain Tim is afraid of (because his heat sensors show her as way too hot at all times) the Watchdogs try to get her to assist with their Tim-related issues?

This was fun! ^v^ Thanks Tessa!

“I-I still don’t really understand-”

“Look, it’s obvious that Captain Tim’s afraid of you,” Peepers explained as he rubbed his eye a bit, “I have no idea why, but he is.” Sure, sometimes he’d be a bit cautious around Wander, not wanting to be hugged by the wandering weirdo. So maybe it had something to do with the fact that Wander and Walky looked like the same species? However, while Wander was treated as a nuisance by the arachnomorph, the ‘captain’ was completely terrified of Walky!

As much as he tried to think of some sort of explanation, Peepers just couldn’t figure one out. But, reason or no, Commander Peepers wasn’t one to waste an opportunity. “So, all I need you to do is frighten him to the point where it discourages him from attacking the Watchdogs! It’ll be easy!”

Walky’s frown deepened. “M-Maybe... But, it also seems so-sorta wrong. I know Captain Tim is a bit... r-rough sometimes but-”

“But there’s no buts about it!” Peepers argued, “That little monster’s barely trained, and this is an opportunity we can’t afford to waste!” Not if they still wanted to have soldiers around.

“It’s still kinda m-mean... Besides, what’s Hater going to think of me wh-when he finds out I’ve been tormenting his little T-Tim Tim?”

Peepers sighed. “Okay okay. Don’t think of it as tormenting or terrorizing. Just intimidate him a little! Enough to where he knows not to attack any of the watchdogs because he’ll think that you’ll be nearby!”

Walky gave an unsure hum, and maybe she would have continued the argument, if not for the sudden screams from down the hall. “EVERYBODY RUN!” she heard a soldier shout, “HE’S TRYING TO FETCH!” “NOT AGAIN!” “RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES!”

“... *sigh* Alright alright, I’ll t-try to scare him straight...” “Great!” Peepers beamed, giving a quick thanks before pushing her out into the hall and shutting the door behind her.

“Geez... R-Rude, much?” Though, maybe it was more out of fear than lack of manners, considering how loud the growls and snarls were getting. Within just a couple seconds, the arachnomorph skidded into the hall - and immediately froze. Walky stared back at him. “...Uhh... Boo?”

Giving a loud wimper, Captain Tim doubled back and ran down another hall, hoping to catch up to his one-eyed prey. And, looking as reluctant as ever, Walky followed him.

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“Come on... There has to be something! A-Anything!”

It had been nearly two weeks since Walky began Peepers intimidation plan, and while Tim had mostly stopped chasing the watchdogs, Walky still felt sorta guilty about taking part in training that, while necessary, still seemed sort of cruel. But, above that, she was curious to know what made the little spider-beast so afraid of her in the first place. And, what better way to learn than doing a bit of research.

Unfortunately, with arachnomorphs being so dangerous, it was hard for most to do research on them. Plus, the whole ‘galaxy being destroyed’ thing didn’t exactly help, since a lot of libraries and labs had been destroyed. However there were some sites and papers still available, though most were all about how to avoid the little monsters rather than being about the creatures themselves.

Of course it was all common sense stuff that could easily be skimmed over. Hiding, being stealthy, covering your he- Wait, what? Walky quickly scrolled back and started reading. “’Technically, a-arachnomorphs are blind. However, they are able to sense ther-thermal energy and can easily track and hunt w-warm blooded creatures. However, if you are able to hide your inner heat, you h-have a chance of escape.’ Hmm... Thermal heat, huh?” Maybe she didn’t have blood, but she certainly had inner heat. She had been created using a star, after all, and if Tim could see her sun-like core-

“Then no w-wonder he’s so afraid...” Turning off the computer, Walky quickly went out to one of the Skullship’s many hallways. It was time for a hunt of her own... And thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult at first. While he might have mostly stopped attacking the watchdogs, there was still the matter of his afternoon walk.

“AHH! Captain Tim, PLEASE! HEEL! STOP! AHHHHHH!” Of course, despite the pleading from his walker, Tim continued running as fast as he could, growling and screeching all the way. “Come onnnn! Heel, heel, HE-!” Suddenly, the spider-beast did exactly that. He stopped - and it was such a surprise that his walker actually ended up letting go of the leash and flying past him, though that was of no concern to Tim. All he could focus on was the incoming heat signature.

Growling, Tim started to run again, past his walker and other potential prey, all the way across the ship until he arrived at a familiar doorway. Still sensing that he was being followed, Captain Tim pushed the door opened and scurried under his master’s bed.

“Don’t worry, Tim,” a quiet voice told him as the bright heat signature entered the room, “I-I’m not gonna hurt you. Promise.” The words were certainly non-threatening, but Tim still growled at him, not daring to move from his hiding place.

“...” Closing her eyes, Walky started to take deep breaths. She could feel herself cooling down ever so slightly, at least on the surface. Even her fur started to get a bit lighter. Once she felt like she was cool enough, she crouched down and poked her head under the bed. “Come on, T-Tim. I’m a friend, okay? I won’t b-burn you.”

“Grrr...” She was still hot. Hot like fire or plasma, like the weapons people usually shot at him before his found his forever home. ...Though, while her core was still burning, Tim did see just a bit of a difference in the heat that surrounded her body.

Smiling just a little, Walky stuck out her hand. Tim hissed at it. ...And yet, after a moment, he sniffed it. Slowly, Walky lifted her hand, and touched him, only stroking a tiny bit of his fur. The touch was warm... But, it was a nice warm. Like his master’s favorite pink blanket, or his master himself whenever he crawled up into his ribcage for a nap. In fact, this hot star-creature’s core was sorta like his master’s powerful electrical one! VERY dangerous on its own but, easily contained within a creature that seemed... nice.

And, after a few minutes of light petting, Tim finally made another move, making Walky gasp slightly. “T-There we go!” she grinned as the arachnomorph crawled out, “See, I-I told you I was nice!”

“Grrr,” was all Tim replied, though there wasn’t much malice behind it. Walky continued petting him, making sure to keep her outer heat low enough to make her inner core seem less frightening, and soon enough the spider-beast was on her lap, enjoying her pets as well as her warmth. “Hehe, good boy...”

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“...I just can’t believe it. Just-” Peepers sighed, shaking his head. Maybe he should have expected this from a person like Walky. So much for his plan. Smirking a bit, Sylvia simply patted him on the shoulder.

Hater crossed his arms, pouting. “Well, we should wake them up now. Hmph, the nerve of her, cuddling with MY Tim-Tim...”

“Aw, let ‘em cuddle just a bit longer!” Wander insisted as he snapped another quick picture of the pair of nappers, “Nothin’ wrong with a bit of cuddling.” “But he’s MY pet, not hers!” “But they can still be frieeeeends~” “Ughhhh.”

Captain Tim gave a small growl at the noise, twitching a bit in his sleep and refusing to get up from the warm lap, at least for a few more minutes. Of course, no matter how warm the sun-golem was, he would still care about his skeletal master the most - much more than the golem or any of the one-eyed toys that he’d be sure to ‘play with’ once he woke up.

But, in terms of having another person to nap with and recieve non-annoying attention from (while at the same time not having a delicious, beating heart to tempt him with like his master’s friend, that one lady with all the blasters, had) perhaps Walky wasn’t too bad...

THE END (hope you liked this! ^v^)

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I feel like anti-Jyn people fail to consider that Cassian is being a bit unfair with the 'luxury of caring' line (which happens, he's angry at that moment) and take it at face value like they do with Jyn's 'it's not a problem if you don't look up' line

I agree, with some qualifications.

The thing is, I do actually side with Cassian far more than Jyn in the fight. If anything, I’ve been perpetually annoyed that every time I point out that Jyn’s feelings are entirely valid, I get “right, they’re equally right and wrong!!” That’s not what I’m saying and not what I think. IMO Cassian’s ethic and rhetoric are much stronger and more admirable, in the abstract, at that point.

But the one place where I am pretty much “uhhhh” at him is that line.

Now, I do think it’s an important and powerful line with regard to his own motivations. He’s not apathetic or callous; he’s in this because he cares about fighting injustice and tyranny. And it’s not a considered decision to care, but something he just can’t help because of his fundamental nature, driving him to a life he hates. He’s traumatized and trapped by his compulsion to fight for a better galaxy, so the mere capacity for indifference looks a hell of a lot like a luxury to him.

But it’s not at all the case for Jyn. She was yanked from a secure life to one of hiding with her parents (and she was clearly trained for the day disaster struck). Her mother was murdered and her father abducted before her eyes. She was rescued for a “trained as a guerrilla soldier from age eight” value of “rescue”; there’s no indication that Jyn’s own wishes played any role whatsoever in any of this. Certainly they didn’t when she was left to survive with a blaster and a knife, without explanation. And then she was on her own.

It’s not like Jyn was playing nice with the Empire, either. She was perfectly ready and inclined to fuck things up wherever she happened to be, to go by her criminal record. (And that’s just for things she actually got caught for!) She just wasn’t willing to dedicate herself to it, to make it a cause and a purpose for her life. Because she had nobody to look after her interests except herself.

You can say that there are higher moral imperatives than survival. But under no circumstance is it a luxury. Basic survival is never a luxury.

And I think we need to distinguish between “it would be morally better to do thing” and “it is a moral obligation to do thing.” Personally, I find heroism much more powerful as something beyond basic decency, as actions in the service of a higher morality. Unless it’s their job, people aren’t obliged to run into burning buildings, to take bullets for others, to personally confront soldiers as noncombatants, etc etc. That’s extraordinary, not obligatory.

Interestingly, Jyn uses the exact same word in her initial dismissal of him and the other Rebels:

I’ve never had the luxury of political opinions.

It’s the only other time the word is used in the movie, so the two instances decidedly echo each other.

In this case, we can also see where it comes from in the context of Jyn’s perspective. When you’re trying not to starve or get killed, most people don’t really have the time or energy to spare for figuring out where you stand on imperialism. It’s normal and healthy to require fulfillment of your basic needs before you can consider anything else. So we can see where she’s coming from.

But it’s nonsensical in the broader sense. Opposing fascism is in no way a luxury. The very idea is mind-boggling.

The members of the Rebellion could have tried to survive under the Empire rather than risk everything in an apparently quixotic military resistance. Cassian could have. They didn’t, though. They chose the extraordinary and dedicated themselves to something vastly more important than their own lives.

Again, not obligatory. But right.

It doesn’t mean Jyn (or Han, or the Lars family, or or or) are bad people just because they don’t unhesitatingly choose heroism. They’re doing what’s normal; that’s why heroism is heroic.

In any case, I do think the two luxury lines parallel each other, and Cassian’s is neither more or less accurate than Jyn’s. It’s true for him, but it’s inadequate and unfair to impose on her.

Jyn isn’t haunted by selfless dirty work; Cassian isn’t haunted by where his next meal is coming from. They both have to grow beyond that kneejerk dismissal of difference and extend sympathy as well as empathy, which I think is what the paired lines are about.

The “some of us can’t opt out of oppression!!!” interpretation ignores all that, though.

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