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and-loth-cat · 10 months

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When Ezra comes back

Zeb: Can't believe I'm saying this, but I really missed ya, kid Ezra: I- *is immediately bombarded by five tiny Lasats* ...hello?? Where did all these children come from- Kallus, walking in with eye bags, a huge cup of caf, and no sanity: I ask myself that everyday

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kanansdume · 29 days

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I have SO MANY feelings about Kanan, Zeb, and Rex all being some of the last few survivors of dying cultures.

Even though the Jedi can pass on their teachings and there will always be more Force sensitive people in the galaxy, the specific culture of the Prequels Jedi that Kanan grew up with will never completely come back. Jedi like Ezra and Luke will share a lot of similarities, obviously, especially philosophically, but their way of life and traditions will look VERY different, as will whatever ends up evolving from them (and from Rey if we include the Sequels).

Similarly, Zeb finds the Lasat on Lira San, but those Lasat will presumably have a VERY different culture than the one that existed on Lasan. The two groups of Lasat have been separated for so long that Lira San has become legend and is thought to not really exist and even the people who believe it exists don't realize what it actually is and that there are other Lasat on there. This implies that it's been an EXTREMELY long time since the Lasat of Lasan originally left Lira San and the two groups have probably diverged quite a bit. Lira San itself is also just not going to feel like Lasan, it won't have the same landscapes or wildlife, the cities will be different. The language might even have some significant differences that the last three Lasan survivors would have to navigate. And there's no getting back that culture from Lasan, it's gone. There's only three known survivors and they're going to end up just... engulfed into the Lira San culture without a lot of ability to pass on what they remember from Lasan. Lasan might end up like... a chapter in a Lira San history text and that's probably it. The nuances of its culture will be lost completely.

And the clones. The clones are just going to completely disappear. People will likely only remember the clones even existed because the war got named after them. All they'll be remembered FOR is violence and death. Depending on who is talking about them, they'll either be the traitors who destroyed the Jedi and allowed the Empire to reign, or the poor pawns that the Empire used to destroy the Jedi and keep the galaxy under its thumb. Who they were will be completely and utterly lost. And there's no way for them to continue in any form. While it's POSSIBLE that a few of them might have sired children out in the galaxy somewhere, we never have any confirmation of that, and nearly all of them are dead by the time the Empire falls. Their friendship with the Jedi, what little culture they were able to develop, all of that is lost to time and will disappear once the final clone dies.

It's such a horrific thing that is happening to these three characters, a slow dying out that that's literally happening in front of their very eyes. It's the worst kind of connection between the three of them, but something that's probably really important in their various relationships. No one else understands this grief the way they do, no one else quite understands how this feels, the helplessness and hopelessness. There's absolutely nothing they can do but try to keep going and remember their people as best they can and live according to the culture the Empire has tried to eradicate.

I like to think the three of them end up discussing it one day, maybe one Empire Day they all just decide to go drinking and be maudlin together. And Kanan ends up talking about how the Jedi believed that there was no death, there was the Force. Everyone who dies rejoins the Force, so even if they're gone they're still impacting the galaxy and the people living in it, regardless of whether those who remain can feel them or not. Maybe you get a burst of inspiration or have a lucky break or meet someone you instantly click with, and maybe that's the people who've left before you still touching your life through the Force, binding you together no matter what. Zeb and Rex really connect to this belief and end up finding comfort and even a little healing in it.

#star wars #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #captain rex #garazeb orrelios #jedi #clones #clone troopers #lasat #lasan #lira san #prequels jedi #pro jedi #tw genocide

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mayawakening · 18 days

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Do you think if a lasat is in a cold environment long enough, they naturally adapt to grow more fur? Like, if Zeb stayed on Hoth for a year, would he get extra fluffy? I just have this image of him finally getting back to a warm planet and shedding like a husky in summer. 🤣

#lasat #star wars #star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #zeb orrelios #zeb #garazeb orrelios

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iftheresaproblem-whatever · 23 days

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“The path to Lira San will be revealed through the fate of the three…”

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More Sketching by me

#star wars rebels #star wars #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb #lira san #lasat #my artwork

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sabellart · 1 year

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random zeb sketch, im trying to find ways to stylize lasats bc that’s what he deserves

#sabeldraws #my art #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #lasat #kalluzeb #star wars #swr #sw rebels #sw fanart #rebels fanart

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seth-shitposts · 5 months

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Lasat / Lasan / Lira San headcanons that are canon to me because there's absolutely nothing to prove me otherwise.

-they had/have some of the most advanced technology. It's just mostly based in nature (being that of a plant-based or a cosmic-based, integrating the two with tech).

-their weaponry advancements had been made at a leisure pace and it was all mostly a one-on-one combat based. Fight with honor to your opponent rather than just trying to obliterate entire legions.

^--because of that, they didn't have fighting ships. No large ships, or even single pilot fighters. They didn't need it.

-a lot of disputes were settled with a fight, yes, but a fight with rules, with honor.

-they are largely community based. Lower class citizen isn't really a concept, a ruler is chosen off of who best meets the needs of every citizen. If you fail, you have to fight. But this is very rarely the case.

-lasan & Lira San are very diverse, villages, traditions, customs, they vary from area to area and they work together when one needs help.

-because the lasat were so advanced and independent, they kept to themselves. They had no reason, need, or desire to have to deal with off-planet affairs. What helped cement this was the fact that Lasan is so far off. They rarely got visitors. They were kind to the visitors they did get, most of them simply lost and low on supplies.

#star wars rebels #swr #garazeb orrelios #star wars #lasat #lasan #lira san

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lac3rta · 2 years

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Don’t Be Blue

Alexsandr and his emotional support Lasat.

Noticed that my art is primarily red/orange heavy. Decided to challenge myself by working with cooler tones. Have a lovely day!

#star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #my artwork #alexsandr kallus #kallus x zeb #kalluzeb #a little angst #just a little #Lasat #fanart #Star Wars #tags tags tags

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solrika · 6 months

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I alluded to this in this piece of writing, and this one, but since bo-rifles contain kyber I think they should behave similarly to light sabers. It would lend more weight to Zeb’s canon outrage at seeing one held by Kallus.

Just like light sabers, their wielders feel the absence of their weapon as a sense of unease. In return, bo-rifles “know” their wielder, and don’t like to be handled by anyone else. I'm sure many curious fingers have gotten zapped.

I do think they’re more flexible than light sabers about changing wielders. I like the idea of bo-rifles being handed down through the Guard, the old passing to the new. Bo-rifles rebuilt around the central kyber, holding on to generations of history. Every new Guard tinkers with the weapon to make them theirs, but there's also a sense of lineage in the weapon.

Because of this, the Boosahn Kershaw (might have mispelled but oh well) is a very weighted ceremony. The fact that the bo-rifle accepted Kallus is a Big Deal--its last wielder meant the gesture. It would help explain how quickly Zeb decides on a truce. He's got proof that Kallus somehow is an honorable man. Even if it's very deep down. :p

#star wars #star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #lasat #kalluzeb

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not0a0mundane · 6 months

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does anyone have some resources for the Lasat Culture or headcanons/ideas they want to share? I'm trying to find some canon resources but there are almost none

#Lasat #Lasan #Lira San #Star wars rebels #sw rebels #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #kalluzeb #< target audience #I got an idea that has a rather sensitive topic to some cultures (it's cannibalism) and I just want to know how the Lasat would look at it

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lost-in-derry · 4 months

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Communion

This is my belated Christmas present to @seth-silver-ink! A fic based off their sentient bo-rifle post. It’s also the first complete chapter of a fic I’ve ever written! Stay tune for part two.

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Kallus regained consciousness feeling completely fine, which was the first clue that something was wrong. Even on his best days some part of his body ached. Usually the leg he’d broken on Bahryn that had never healed quite right, his head from staring at his data pad until he passed out, or on very special mornings, both.

The second clue, upon opening his eyes, was that he appeared to be in an infinite void. Better than being strapped into an Imperial interrogation chair, but still concerning. Kallus sat up slowly to get a better sense of his surroundings. The ground beneath him was smooth and reflective. It rippled when he pressed his hand to it, but found himself completely dry as he stood up. The sky, if one could call it that, was a misty color. Squinting his eyes and staring hard, Kallus thought he could almost see stars. Everything around him was touched with the warm gentle colors of a sunrise.

With little else to do Kallus started walking. The ground rippled softly beneath him with each step and he tried to recall how he’d gotten here. Events wove themselves together slowly. There was a mission. An unusual mission. Zeb had come to him early in the morning and said the Ghost Crew had found something- no, someone. Many someone’s, and they were very important. Lasat. Prisoners in a labor-camp.

Kallus had helped the Spectres free Lasat before, but always from a distance. He would sneak into security rooms, open doors, take out guards, guide the others through escape routes, all the while taking care that he wasn’t seen. Afterwards he’d find his way back to the Glimmer and distract any TIE fighters while the Ghost snuck away with the prisoners. It’s not like he was allowed to know where they were going anyway. But this time had been different. There was a blockade around the planet the Lasat were being held on that only the Ghost could get through. The labor camp was the largest they’d ever attempted to breach. Security was much tighter and the control room was nearly impossible to get to. There’d be no time for him to get there before the rest of the crew was spotted. Kallus had to memorize the camp layout and guide everyone through in person.

It would be the first time he’d come face to face with a Lasat other than Zeb since Lasan and he was… scared. The whole flight through hyperspace Kallus could feel the icy grip of his sins crawling down his spine. He sat in the galley, staring at the camp blueprints and trying not to vomit. By the time the Ghost made it through the blockade and landed on the planet he’d managed to convince himself that none of the Lasat would recognize him. So long as he kept his head down and focused on getting everyone into the camp and back out safely, everything would be fine.

The moment he’d entered the prison Kallus felt strange. He heard something. A whisper, a buzzing in the back of his mind. Something was wrong but he didn’t know what. The further into the compound they got the louder the sound became. It almost sounded like a voice.

Chopper had just opened the main gate so the prisoners could make the last sprint across the landing pad towards Hera and the Ghost while Kallus and the rest of the crew kept the guards busy.

“Hey, traitor!”

Kallus whipped around, the voice he heard with his ears nearly drowned out by the one calling out in his head. In front of him was an imperial officer he vaguely recognized from his time on Thrawn’s ship. They hadn’t interacted much but the man had always seemed to dislike Kallus beyond the usual animosity between ISB agents and the rest of the Empire. The officer wasn’t important. What was important was that he had a bo-rifle in his hands. Kallus’ bo-rifle. And he heard it scream as the man clumsily ignited it.

Kallus’ body moved on its own. He closed the distance between him and the officer in one blink. His opponent raised the bo-rifle to block an incoming attack, but Kallus wasn’t aiming for him. The only thought in his mind was getting the weapon out of his hands. He wrenched the staff out of one hand, reached out and snapped the wrist of the other. The officer cried out in pain and kicked himself backwards, releasing the staff. Kallus felt it hum in his hands. He swung the bo-rifle, aiming for the officer’s neck with the bayonet blade attached to the side. He felt it connect at the same moment he heard the blaster he hadn’t noticed the officer pull out firing into his chest.

Kallus halted. Everything after that was black and he’d woken up here. It occurred to him for the first time that he might be dead.

“Not quite, but you’re close.”

Kallus’ eyes jerked up and standing in front of him was a Lasat. He recognized his face from one of the many that haunted his dreams. This was the Honor Guard he’d won the bo-rifle from.

Kallus opened and closed his mouth a few times before managing to get words out.

“It’s you.”

The Guard flicked his ears in amusement. “It’s me.”

Zeb had told him once that it was customary for a follower of Boosahn Keeraw to bow to whoever had given them their weapon. Kallus put a fist in his other hand in front of him and lowered his head. The Guard inclined his head in response. Kallus frowned in confusion.

“Are you a ghost? How are you here if I’m not dead as well?” He didn’t even know where ‘here’ was.

The Guard sat down and gestured for Kallus to do the same.

“I’m not a ghost. I’m not really even the Lasat you fought. I’m more… the bo-rifle’s memory of him.”

He gave Kallus a moment to process what he’d just heard before continuing.

“Right now you’re communing with the bo-rifle. It can’t speak, so it uses the forms of its past wielders to communicate with its current one.”

Kallus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“I can’t be the current wielder.”

“Why not? You defeated me in single combat. You claimed the bo-rifle through Boosahn Keeraw.”

Kallus dropped his gaze to the ground. His reflection stared back from beneath him.

“There was no honor in invading your home.”

“True.” He flinched at the Guards bluntness.

“But the bo-rifle sensed the potential in you to become something better than you were. The Empire could not snuff out the light in you completely.” The Guard smiled slightly, like he knew something Kallus didn’t. “And you had a purpose yet to serve, Warrior.”

Kallus’ face pinched in confusion. Before he could ask what that meant the Guard made a dismissive gesture.

“An explanation for another time, perhaps. The bo-rifle called to you for a reason, aside from freeing it.”

All levity dropped from the Guard’s face.

“You have a choice to make.”

Kallus sat up straight and listened with bated breath.

“I said earlier you were close to death. You stand on the precipice between your world and the next. You are connected to the bo-rifle enough for it to tip the scales one way or the other. It can send you back or let you go.”

The Guards eyes softened.

“It has seen your life. It knows the pain you’ve endured. You’ve done enough good now to earn the peace death would bring you.”

“…And if I go back?”

The Guard was silent for a moment.

“You will face your sins. You will hurt and bleed again. You will meet your nightmares. You will stare the darkness of the abyss in the eye once more and I cannot promise you will survive.”

Kallus closed his eyes. He remembered watching his mother slowly die of a disease they couldn’t afford medicine for. He remembered starving in the Lower Levels of Coruscant. He remembered the Academy, how everyone looked at him like he was garbage that had crawled up from the sewer. He remembered Weiss and the ISB program and how they’d turned him into a monster his mother wouldn’t recognize. He remembered Onderon and how helpless he’d been. He remembered Lasan, standing in the ashes of the atrocity he’d been too blind to see he was helping commit. He remembered Lothal. Meeting a band of rebels. Chasing them through the stars. He remembered Bahryn and Zeb and a conversation that had changed everything. A spark igniting within him that had set flame to a rebel’s heart that had been growing for years under the surface. He remembered dragging himself out an escape pod. He remembered being shown kindness and compassion and forgiveness he didn’t deserve by people who would become the first family he’d have since he was nine years old. He remembered how he’d do anything to protect them and their dream.

The Guards green eyes stared back at him, waiting.

“It’s a hard choice.”

Kallus smiled.

“No. It isn’t.”

The Guard smiled back.

“Alexsandr Kallus, do you swear to use this bo-rifle with honor, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and bring light to a dark galaxy?”

“I swear.”

They both stood. “Then it’s time for you to go.”

The world around them grew brighter and started to disappear.

“Wait!” Kallus cried as he felt himself start to slip away. “What’s your name?”

The Guard let out a gentle laugh.

“My name was Romai.”

#my writing #star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #lasat #bo-rifle #sentient bo-rifle #sentient weapons

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mystical-salamander · 21 days

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For @never-ending-fanfic, Tala!! From her fic: All my love, which all of y'all should read its so good!! And Tala is just so cute I couldn't resist drawing her <3

And uhhhh.... she was too cute that I couldn't help but draw her in a bunch of outfits ;^^