Hi! I've gotten very into the Motti/Jerjerrod ship because of your fics, so I wanted to ask: how did you start shipping them? I'm very sold on the pairing now, so I was curious how you discovered it if you don't mind sharing!
Good question, and thank you for the ask! The answer to this is LONG so uh please enjoy this essay under the cut.
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WHY YOU SHOULD SHIP CONAN ANTONIO MOTTI & TIAAN JERJERROD, THE HOTTEST IMPERIALS YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF
While I've written a lot of Motti/Jerjerrod and have developed quite a few headcanons for their families, personal histories, etc., for the purposes of this post I am sticking to as much canon info as possible. Although their screen time is limited in the original trilogy, there's enough one-off references or minor background appearances in other Star Wars media to give you a solid understanding of who they are as characters, and why their chemistry would be absolutely volcanic.
CANON BACKGROUND INFO: CHARACTER SIMILARITIES
Extreme Wealth: both men are from families who are absolutely loaded. Jerjerrod in particular seems to be from some level of planetary aristocracy.
Navy Men: Jerjerrod is a Rear Admiral in the Navy before being catapulted to the Moff posting, and Motti likewise is a Naval officer.
Death Star Link: both commanded the Death Stars—Motti for the DS-1, Jerjerrod for the DS-2. Also, Jerjerrod helped design the first Death Star, so we have a canon basis for him interacting with Motti there.
High-ranking Naval officers at very young ages: in A New Hope, Motti is an Admiral and also commander of the DS-1 on the sunny side of his 30s (the actor was 31). Likewise, when Motti is commanding the first Death Star, Jerjerrod is right there with him as a Rear Admiral (again, a good basis for them canonically interacting) and he's also in his very early 30s as well:
From the novel Tarkin, by James Luceno (2014).
Both men are members of the hyper-exclusive Joint Chiefs (see above excerpt), which is (per Wookieepedia) the executive group that advised the Emperor on all martial-related matters. Here they are at work:
Force Choke Buddies: Both Motti and Jerjerrod are the only two officers to be choked by Vader on-screen and survive. Narrative parallels my beloved.
Clever Boys: Based on the fact that both Motti and Jerjerrod have ascended the ranks so rapidly, in postings that were probably based mostly on merit (i.e., I would assume a nepotism hire in the Empire gets a big fuckoff war ship and a posting in the Outer Rim, maybe, but you’re not putting him on the Joint Chiefs where he can do REAL damage on a galactic scale, nor would you put Idiot Cousin Cleetus in charge of the Death Star if he couldn’t cut it), we can therefore extrapolate that they are very clever/capable in their respective fields. Jerjerrod is a textbook overachiever and Motti is a pain in the ass who's naturally skilled at warfare; put them in the same room and watch them row until they're breathless.
They’re Hot Actually: This is more of an aesthetic focus but hey, we can be shallow: they’re both six feet tall (going off the actors here—Wookieepedia has an absolutely insane level of incorrect body stats for minor characters) and, in my (correct) opinion, very good looking. Tall, hot, rich, entrenched in the upper echelons of a sci-fi fascist military organization—what’s not to love?
EVIDENCE OF HOTNESS
Michael Pennington (Tiaan Jerjerrod)
Richard LeParmentier (Conan Antonio Motti)
CANON BACKGROUND INFO: DIFFERENCES WHICH GUARANTEE SEXUAL TENSION
I. NAVAL EXPERTISE:
Motti is an active wartime commander. He’s mean, he’s aggressive, he’s a spiked cog in the Imperial war machine. There’s a surprisingly rich amount of canon info (though a lot was lost in Legends, sadly) on how Motti is King Dick of Fuck Mountain:
From Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Warfare Author's Cut, Part 11: "Serving the Empire"
Jerjerrod, in contrast, is NOT at home commanding a fleet in the field of war. He’s…well, a nerd. He’s a mathematically minded technocrat with a blue-blooded pedigree and a habitual uneasiness in the face of danger. Shove a blaster at Motti and he’ll blow your head off. Shove a blaster at Jerjerrod and watch him flounder.
Seriously, we know that Jerjerrod (1) wanted to design starships, which is why he joined the Navy—it’s the engineering and architectural work that calls to him, not warfare, and (2) he’s interested in The Finer Things, like his art vault that’s definitely not filled with erotic art of handsome men and fancy jewels, which were hilariously burgled in canon:
From the Star Wars Databank. “suffered the indignity,” god. Can he be any more dramatic? (yes)
II. CORE WORLDS VERSUS OUTER RIM:
Conan Antonio Motti is from Seswenna, in the Seswenna sector (where Tarkin’s homeworld of Eriadu is located). This sector is the wealthy carve-out in the Outer Rim, where the big money families who don’t live in the Core are located.
Tiaan Jerjerrod is from Tinnel IV (also called “Tinnel”) in the Quanta sector, which is in the Core and notably conservative as a planet. So you get the contrast of culture/values here: the Core is stifling, plummy, oppressive and rigid in its customs and laws; and the Outer Rim is…laxer. There’s a sort of muggy languidness going on out in the more distant slice of space, and it seems to be reflected in the characterization we get for these (extremely) minor Imperials.
III. DIFFERING PHYSIQUES:
Ok so this isn’t “canon background info” so much as “canon physical info about the actors” but I would be remiss if I did not point out that, while both Motti and Jerjerrod are equally tall, Motti is…a lot wider. Jerjerrod has an excellent set of shoulders but he’s absolutely a long lean line compared to Motti. I mean, just look at them in turtlenecks:
Willowy Aristocrat next to a Certified Big Boy. Perfection.
IV. CONTRASTING PERSONALITIES:
What we see of Motti in A New Hope and subsequent media is a man who is arrogant, loud, and prone to saying exactly what he wants to, consequences be damned. He is not tactful; he’s bold and aggressive (which fits his inexplicable American accent, by the way; he’s a cowboy, he’s shooting from the hip, he’s in your face with his hot opinions and you cannot hit the ‘lift button fast enough to run away from him).
Seriously, just look how Motti canonically exercises as an example of his obnoxious alpha-male personality (btw this is the single gayest piece of writing in all of Star Wars):
From the novel Death Star, by Michael Reaves and Steve Perry (2011). “Stripped to a speed-trap and drenched in his own sweat” sure is…something. (If you’d like to read about Jerjerrod losing his marbles over Motti’s speed-strap I have conveniently written a story here).
Jerjerrod in contrast is…well, arrogant as well, it seems, with how dismissive he is of Vader. But he’s snippy, and passive-aggressive in a way Motti is not. He also seems to choose his words far more carefully, and he’s noticeably fearful in a way other officers don’t appear to be (which makes sense, given he’s been a desk admiral his entire career until we see him thrust center-stage as commander of the DS-2 in RotJ; he's uncomfortable so he's getting nervy and whiny).
The rough draft of RotJ does a great job at showing what an absolute passive-aggressive bitch Jerjerrod can be. Witness (also he's a Grand Moff in the draft, which is neat on its own):
Jerjerrod is a sort of unholy mix of star mathlete and head cheerleader, whereas Motti is a jock in charge of a fleet of warships. Naturally they should bang, and also marry each other.
V. THE CHOKING SCENES:
A great example of their contrasting/complimentary personalities is in their respective choking scenes.
CONTRASTING:
Motti is choked and he takes it like a man:
Jerjerrod is choked and he looks like a hamster being squeezed too hard:
COMPLIMENTARY:
Motti is freed from the Force choke, and he looks to be seconds away from standing up and starting another fight.
Jerjerrod is freed from the Force choke, and he gets a really snide attitude about it as well (witness the hips), but of course unlike Motti he’s going to tactfully retreat. Like Motti, he's going to go back to his room and bitch about the AUDACITY of this workplace assault, probably while soaking in the tub.
So yeah, you can easily envision these two in a Joint Chiefs meeting arguing back and forth, the air is electric, everyone is uncomfortable, and the sexual tension is high enough to throw off the artificial gravity generator.
TL;DR
This is getting too long, whoops. Tl;dr: here’s why the Motti/Jerjerrod ship is so great:
Motti and Jerjerrod are a study in contrasts: two men on essentially equal footing as to height, wealth, and power, but radically different in their personalities—fire and ice, red oni and blue oni, however you want to put it. They’re foils in some ways and truly complimentary in others. Let them poke and prod and obsess, let the sexual tension boil over until they’re drowning in it, and let them go at each other like cats in heat. They deserve it.
📝✍️Fics 📝✍️
While I would recommend perusing the entire tag (over 150 fics!), these are some helpful introductory fics:
Collections
Imperial Entanglements by madelgard - individual, unconnected oneshots ranging from the Cadet Era through the original trilogy, serving as a useful crash-course to the ship.
Imptober 2023 collection by @alex-dax - 31 oneshots with many ships represented, including a lot of stellar Motti/Jerjerrod. Very steamy collection of fics, with a focus on explicit smut and intense, tender emotions.
The Phantom Imptober by @shakespeareaddict - multiple pairings are in this oneshot collection, including several gorgeous Motti/Jerjerrod pieces. Special shoutout to the bootlicking oneshot *cough*
Connected Series
Basic Training: The Naval Academy Years by madelgard - a connected series tracking Cadet Tiaan and Cadet Conan falling in love and getting together in the Naval Academy era.
Csillan Nights by @alex-dax - Thrawn takes his motley crew to Csilla, Remnants-era. Also includes some phenomenal Motti/Jerjerrod/Thrawn shipping. Extremely hot series, go read it right now.
✨Fanart ✨
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Full pic here for reblogging, art by @fonyaa (@Fonyaa_Art on twitter).
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First Meeting (Bo Katan x Fem!Reader)
The first time you met Bo-Katan, the Empire had been in power for five years. You weren't Mandalorian, like she was. Sometimes you barely felt like a person.
You're family had been killed in the Clone Wars, caught in the conflict between the Republic and Sepratists. You were orphaned and alone, and drifted from place to place until you found work at a little droid repair shop on Naboo. In the heart of the Empire.
You worked hard, and didn't speak much to anyone except your co workers. You didn't want to draw attention to yourself because that was bad. You didn't need to be recruited or arrested. You just wanted to live you're life.
But you don't think you did until you met Bo.
She came into the shop with three of her Nite Owls, looking for parts to fix some old units they had when you were working there alone. You were startled at first, because Mandalorians didn't usually come here, but when Bo took off her helmet you were speechless in a different way.
"How soon can you have these parts?" Bo asked, giving you a curious look.
"Less than an hour." You blurted out, blushing. "Uh..." you weren't sure how to address her.
"Mand'alor." One of the others said.
"Mand'alor." The word sounded funny in your mouth and the woman laughed, looking amused. "Please wait here. I'll get everything ready for you." You said, nervous. You went to the back and started digging and checking inventory for everything you needed.
It actually took you forty five minutes to find everything, but you took am extra fifteen to calm the hell down.
You let out a deep sigh and brought the items to the front of the shop, putting them in a container as they watched you. When you finished, you closed the lid and looked at them expectantly.
"Here." The woman handed you a pouch of credits, and you smiled. "This should suffice."
"It's plenty thank you." You tell her.
The woman nods, pleased. "My name is Bo-Katan Kryze." She tells you, "If you wish, we could use more of your services in the future."
A steady income? Yes please.
"That would be great!" You blurted out, excited. "I'd be more then happy-"
"You really should learn to lock your door when doing unsavory business deals."
You stopped talking and felt her breath catch. Of course, Lieutenant Lawson would show up now.
You watched as he approached, slicked back brown hair and an air of superiority about him. Bo stepped away from you, just off to the side; and tapped her hand against her leg as the others with her tightened up.
You clenched your fist and frowned.
"I help anyone who comes to this shop." You reply, and you step from around the counter. "You know that Lieutenant."
"Even Rebels?"
"Their Mandalorian." You correct him, and Bo glances at you.
"Girl, do not tell me what they are!" He yells at you, and you flinch, putting your eyes down. You hated being yelled at.
"Maybe we should show you what we are." Bo snaps back and puts her helmet back on her head in one quick motion before she draws her blaster.
The Lieutenant looks at you sharply. "Traitors! You think you can get away with this-" He lunges at you and you jump back, hitting your back against the counter as a blaster shot rings out, followed by two more as you sink to the ground, covering your ears.
The lieutenant and his two bodyguards drop to the ground, unmoving, and you swallow hard, hands shaking as you remove them from your ears.
You had seen death before, but not like this.
"Hey, are you alright?" Bo is in front of you, blocking your view. Her helmet is off again, you realise. She kneels down in front of you, and starts checking you for visible injuries.
"Look at me! Look at me! Did he get you?" The woman, Bo, asks you, and she grips your arms with her hands. It's not hard, but enough to draw your attention.
You share your head. "No no. He didn't. I'm sorry. I'm-"
"Hey, it's okay." A female Mandalorian tells you. She's standing behind Bo and takes her helmet off. "I'm Koska. That's Axe-" She nods to the surley looking man.
"I'm y/n." You say, and you take some deep breaths to calm down. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." You thank them, but your looking at Bo.
Bo nods and helps you stand. "Do you have a safe place you could go?"
"No. I don't have anyone. I'll be okay, though." You try to smile at them, and Bo frowns.
"She could come with us Mand'alor." Koska says.
"She is kinda brave." Axe offers next.
"Alright." Bo, let's go of you. "I guess I'll keep you." There's a teasing tone to her voice, and you blush; feeling shy.
"Too bad Axe, looks like Bo has eyes for that one." Koska whispers to him.
"I'm fine. She is cute, though." Axe whispered back, and Koska smacked him on the chest.
Bo looked at them and turned to you,her eyes were softer now. She clearly didn't want to scare you. "If you want to, you're welcome. I wouldn't leave you to face the repercussions of our actions."
"I just need to get some things." You tell her, "I'll go. With you, I mean. You saved my life so I'm in your debt Mand'alor."
Bo watches you and gives you a smile. "Quickly then." She orders, and you comply.
By the time you're flying away from Naboo, your heart rate has slowed. It feels safer. For now, you have a new home.
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