#kestiis

[lightfaithed]

[ PICNIC ]

"Today they broadcast the starfall on Devaron." It was a beautiful natural phenomenon. Comet showers passed by the planet on regular intervalls. They were of a deep red colour and were also known as the Ruby Falls. Obi-Wan liked to watch the broadcast whenever it was possible for him. During the war it had been impossible. "Would you like to watch it with me?"

They got blankets and pillows from their bedrooms, as well as snacks and drinks. Then they settled down in front of the screen, and Obi-Wan turned the right channel on.

The display was truly beautiful when it finally began. "I've always wanted to be on the planet to see it live. Maybe one day. Would you like that, padawan? A trip to Devaron? They have great mountains and rivers. And interestingly, a matriarchal government."

#kestiis #v: post-war

[dakikamagazin]

Kira yüzünden davalık olan Pucca'ya bir sitem de eski ev sahibi Tuba Ünsal'dan geldi

[deificioarchive]

He was sat on the ground, legs crossed and eyes closed in a state of meditation.

“I’m...worried, Master Kenobi.” The padawan admitted with a soft sigh. “What I can do. It’s dangerous.”

It didn’t help that psychomtry was such a rare ability amongst Jedi that he’d had little training in controlling it. He wouldn’t have changed his Master for anything, but in an ideal world, Tapal would have had more knowledge of pyschometry. He’d always been good at helping him through the episodes though.

“I fought an Inquisitor. I touched her lightsaber and…it was horrible. I felt such anger and pain and hate as if they were my own emotions. It was overwhelming. I’m worried that one day, something else will happen and the feelings will overwhelm me completely. That I’ll fall to the Dark Side.”

these concerns are not unfounded,   and obi - wan wishes that he could do more to help.    he is wary of cal’s presence here,   not out of anything that has to do with the other jedi himself,   but due to his own shortcomings,   the fear that he will only fail this boy as absolutely as he had anakin.    

“   the light is strong in you,   knight kestis,   ”      he says,   expression carefully placid.    they have been meditating together most evenings,   and in truth,   he isn’t sure what he’ll do when cal leaves.    it has been a great relief to have a friend here,   another jedi.    he would like to believe that he will be content in the knowledge that cal is still out there,   but he cannot convince himself of it.      “   i have utmost faith in you.   ”

//   @kestiis​

#kestiis #*:･ﾟ•̩̩͙✧ the light has gone out of my life. ⟩ v / after.

[dreadxreckoning]

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ANGER. FEAR. LOSS. GRIEF.

Heavy breaths wracked the boy’s small frame as he wrapped his arms around himself in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He couldn’t move – couldn’t muster the strength to push himself to his feet. He doubted his legs would support him even if he did manage it. It was like he’d been punched in the gut and all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

The emotions he currently felt were not his own but they were suffocating him all the same. A wave of raw emotion had crashed over him and knocked him from his feet. It was so overwhelming he could barely breathe. He just wanted to shrink away – wanted it all to stop because it wasn’t fair. He couldn’t control it. He couldn’t pick and choose when he could sense what he’d been told were Force Echoes and the ability was so rare that none of the Order really knew how to deal with him.

Not even Master Yoda possessed Psychometry. It wasn’t something that could be learned but young Cal Kestis had been born with the ability all the same and it had only grown stronger as he grew and became more attuned to the Force.

One day it might be a useful ability but for now it was just a burden.

It was too quiet. He knew that for certain. Even though Amara had taken Issa out into the city to gather supplies, still there should have been something besides the silence. Perhaps Cal laughing at something in a holovid. Or the sound of him tinkering with some of the loose parts Gav keeps in the little shared workshop. Or, even more likely, the boy trying to parkour through the cargo hold again. 

Instead, there is complete silence, and that cues Gavril that something is very wrong.

He gets up from his desk in his room and goes down the steps to the conference room and then down the other steps to the cargo hold.

With no sign of the boy there, he proceeds through the little hallway and knocks at the door of Issa and Cal’s shared room.

“Cal…? You in there?”

#kestiis #|| the taciturn tactician || { gavril } #|| in these uncertain times || { v; fallen order au }

[thereisonlymaul]

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He always keeps an ear to the ground. Or rather, to the various Imperial transmissions, and specifically those that pass between the Inquisitors and their Master. For one such as him with a life as he has lived, for having been considered by the Emperor to be not only a threat but an admitted rival, it is wise to do so. To know if he has been discovered. To know if his operations will be disturbed.

The most recent transmission, while it seemingly had nothing to do with him, did pique his interest. Two Inquisitors dispatched to a nearby scrap planet called Bracca. As loathe as he is to return to such a place, there is only one reason that springs to mind for such a missive to be sent.

Either a hidden Jedi or a force-user had been discovered and they were to be dealt with in short order.

Were it a Jedi, it would certainly be no loss to him. The Jedi had their chance and they had, unsurprisingly, squandered it. Beyond that, he had extended a hand to them. Had tried to save at least some from their dismal fate and he had been rebuked, scorned, and imprisoned.

Were it simply a force-user, however… That could prove useful.

Redirecting his ship, he soon descends towards the surface of Bracca. Only to see a TIE-Interceptor and troop carrier. A carrier for Purge troopers.

And a chase. 

He could leave before he was noticed, however…

He swoops in closer, throwing the ship onto autopilot and rushing to the cargo bay. With the ramp dropping, he leans out of the ship and calls out to the one being chased, one hand outstretched as the other holds to the mechanism for the ramp.

“If you wish to survive, jump!”

#kestiis #|| now the dark begins to rise || { v; fallen order au }

[fromxthexdepths]

plotted starter for @kestiis​

He doesn’t like the idea. Already he has lost one padawan to this war. Really, he hadn’t even been able to see to Nadhar’s training. Not properly. They had reassigned the padawan to a different Jedi when his duties left the training to the wayside.

And yet, now the Council––despite his protests––has seen fit to assign him another padawan, Cal Kestis, and assured him that this time would be different.

The boy is bright to be certain, and he is talented without question. In fact, he is perhaps one of the most gifted of the younglings who have been admitted in recent years where his studies are concerned. 

No, it isn’t the boy’s qualifications or skills that he questions but his own ability to teach. 

Regardless of his doubts, the Council had spoken and, as such, he has little choice. Pushing his doubts from his mind, he walks to where he is to meet the boy and sees him already there, waiting for him.

That bright smile for which he’s known so easily appears, as though his dark thoughts were far gone, he waves and calls out to greet the young one as he approaches.

“Ah! Cal Kestis! In addition to everything else I have heard, I see that you are prompt as well!”

#kestiis #|| Master Fisto || #|| only in darkness can you see the stars || { v; canon au } #// I am so excited about this verse.

[arashikagesteeldoesnotbreak]

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Cal had thought he was safe.

After Master Skywalker’s Temple was burned to the ground and the majority of the students were killed, the Jedi had gone into hiding - blamed himself, he supposed. A wooden beam had knocked the boy out, but against the odds, he survived. By the time he awoke, however, he was alone.

He knew it was no longer safe for Jedi.

With Luke gone and the birth of Kylo Ren, the First Order became grew in strength and they were hunting - whether to use them or kill them, Cal didn’t want to find out.

He had been careful but apparently not careful enough. Perhaps someone had seen him…

It didn’t really matter how they had found him, but they had.

“Get back. I know how to use this,” he warned him, his voice wavering slightly and he did know. To some extent.

“If I intended harm to you, do you not think I could have inflicted it before you even knew of my presence?” he questions, voice quiet and even. 

Slowly and carefully, he raises his hands up and to his sides, showing that they are empty and devoid of weapons.

“I mean you no harm, but if I have been sent, then others have as well, and they will not have my same objections.”

#kestiis #|| rage against the dying of the light || { v; star wars }

[thezabrakassassin]

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Guilt was a funny thing.

It wasn’t something the Jedi preached – it was an emotion too close to those that led to the dark side. It still existed though even if the Order liked to pretend it didn’t. The Order was gone though and the young Jedi had more things causing him to feel more guilt than ever. His master was gone – he’d died to protect him. The Jedi were dead – most of them at least – and he was still there.

The latest addition was Prauf. The guy who had taken him under his wing when Cal first arrived on Bracca. Even after discovering he was a Jedi, Prauf hadn’t turned him in.

And now he was gone.

Like the Order. Like Jaro.

Survivor’s guilt wasn’t something that was easy to deal with. If he didn’t confront it soon, it probably would eat him alive.

“Are you worried about me, Maul?”

“I’m not worried.... It’s just an observation.” Maul admitted as he looked back at Cal. He was fully aware of the Jedi’s teachings and it wasn’t exactly the most healthy outlook on life.... Not that the Sith was either considering how Maul himself turned out and jumping directly to anger once someone as much as mentioned Savage. Or frankly even sugested there was something the Zabrak felt guilty for. If that even was the right word to use for someone like Maul. “I asume it wasn’t all to high on the list of things that the Jedi wanted to talk about with the younglings huh?” He added with a raised eyebrow.

#V; A crimson dawn #kestiis

[resistancexfighters]

@kestiis​

To say Quebec and his brothers of the 13th Attack Battalion was used to it just being them and General Tapal wouldn’t be much of a lie, they never thought things would change and that Tapal would get a padawan. When their General first broke the news to them, that was the first time they ever heard the word padawan and after the word was explained they were actually excited about getting a new member of their battalion, especially since the new member was close to their age.

Quebec paced back and forth with his datapad in his hands as he awaited the padawan. He stopped pacing in the port area when a ship landed nearby. The ramp lowered as the door opened. Quebec clipped his datapad to his belt and hurried over, his helmet clipped to the other side of his belt.

“Cal Kestis, I presume? My name is CC-7575, but everyone calls me Quebec or Commander. General Tapal is in a meeting right now but i’ll be showing you around before you can meet him.”

#kestiis #Test Muse: Quebec #Queue it up up up. I'm on fire! #clone wars verse

[irrfahrer]

Continuation from Here! His Master would say the same thing time and time again. There was no luck, only skill, hard work and of course, the will of the Force. Cal wasn’t so sure. He believed in the Force and thought it was a large contributor to how things played but at the same time, he thought luck at least had something to do with it.

“Maybe, but luck has gotten me out of a fair few problems.”

He believed in bad luck too. Out of all the Jedi and all the padawans, why was he the only one with the gift of psychometry? Surely that couldn’t be the will of the Force. [ @kestiis ]

“Thats stupid to say, Padawan Kestis.”, The Tynnan huffed the last two words out in a tune that almost sounded like a insult. She was tensed,her pale pelt was bristled like from electricity: “You get into problems because of your own skills and doings and you get out of problems because of your own skills and doings.” Ziv knew she was not that much older than the Padawan but in this certaine moment the cub had the bitter urge, a urge that made her guts feel as if turned into a cold clot of ice, to underline the difference between them in age, training and occupation. Maybe it was just jealously; the AgriCorps-Adept wondered at the back of her mind and then realized teethgrinding that for sure it was just jealously and knowing that she was as jealouse as the little child she actually still was, made the Tynnan even more angry about her childish reaction.  The spacestations hangar was busy,the voices of the spacers talking,laughing, yelling and the beeping of the Droids floaded together into a low buzzing that washed around the two children like a constant stream. Sitting on a few storage-boxes the children looked a little like all dressed up with nowhere to go, feet and hind-paws dangling in the air with  from to time Spacers passing by without paying much attention to the children. Ziv had put her Reeksa Sproutlings transperisteel-container on her lap, the cover pulled off so that the Reeksa could stretch her ranks out, which she had curled around Zivs pale paw lovingly like a puppy asking for pets. The Tynnan was absentmindly scratching the still one Flowerhead of the carnivourous plant, atlhough there was already slowly growing a second head on the plant that had still not opned or moved yet. As always when she was leaving planets,Ziv had covered the earth in the container the plant was growing on with its own leafs it had thrown off during growing to keep it warm and cozy like under a blanket. Now she reached out with the free hpaw not gently patting the plant and pulled one of those dead leafs out of the small container. The Reeksa made a confused trill when Ziv pulled the dead leaf out and the pup automatically started to softly cradle  up and down one knee as if the reeksa-sproutling was a newborn she was rocking on her lap to sleep.  “Specialist X’Ma always lets me work with dead leafs to train in Consitor Sato. Has your Master Tapal already tested the ranges of your psychometry?“, the cub held the dry leaf before Cals face: “Does it work with such organic matters too?”

#kestiis #V: Nobody #Ziv Odiz' zee

[worldbecomefantasy]

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    --> His blaster is aimed at the kid, which is probably not the smartest choice. Kasmir will have his hide if someone interrupts the job- but it’ll be worse if there’s a body to clean up. His options are limited at this point. Shoot, or don’t shoot. Seems simple enough, but he has no clue how likely this kid is to endanger their job. They’ve got to get these supplies off Bracca if they want to get paid, and this guy is possibly a threat. He really should have waited to draw the blaster. 

    --> There’s something about him though... something familiar. Caleb’s eyes narrow as he studies the boy’s face. Pale skin, freckles, red hair. There’s something that seems so familiar, but also like there’s something missing. It feels like he knows this boy from somewhere.

     -->Finally it hits him, why there’s a tugging feeling in him that he knows this boy. He was a padawan in the temple on Coruscant. The blaster lowers as he stares at him, jaw slackened by the shock. “You! You’re a padawan!” he exclaims- perhaps a bit too loudly. His hands are immediately over his mouth to hush himself. 

#kanan speaks #caleb speaks #kestiis #whoo this took a hot minute to get done #but it is done now

[corelliaforged]

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Whatever kind of moron this man was, he had to be the bigger one for following. Decent shot with a blaster, but he couldn’t see any of the telltale signs of Imperial training in him. Had to be Guild, maybe some Cartel. Who knew these days? Scrambling behind the other, his own blaster in hand, Han let off a few shots of his own but didn’t catch whether or not any had struck true.

“Almost IMPRESSIVE.” The man raced to match the other’s pace, boots pounding on the slick floor. “Maybe better takin’ to the skies than trying to out-run those sons of bitches though, what d’ya say?” 

#kestiis

[sithroyal]

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     Of all the people he didn’t expect to see again, Cal Kestis was one of them. Given that he’d known the other while training with Luke, he assumed Cal had died when he brought the temple down. He kept his head down for the most part, opting to keep his eyes on the drink resting in his hand, but he knew Cal sensed him. It was difficult not to.

When the other got close enough, Ben turned his head to glance over his shoulder. The rest of the bar seemed... quieter for a moment. He didn’t say anything as he stood, downed his drink, and jerked his head to the side. “Outside,” he muttered. The last thing he wanted was to catch up with someone in the middle of a crowded bar, especially after he’d already had a couple drinks himself. 

Ben waited. He didn’t know if Cal was going to come but when he sensed the other close enough, he did what he could to shield his mind and keep from invading Cal’s. “I didn’t know you survived,” he started. “Where did you? What happened to you?” 

#kestiis #;;threads #;;main: finally questioning if i am my own worst enemy #//let me know if you'd like me to edit

[dreadxreckoning]

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Cal nodded, having thought as much. If the Order had still been in place they would have come for him by now. They’d have found out what happened on their ship and sent a rescue team to the escape pod’s coordinates. It didn’t help that his communicator was broken, but he knew deep down that it didn’t matter. There was nobody to contact him.

Some might remain – some, like him, might have survived, but Cal had no way to find them. They might not want him to either if it was like Gavril said and they’d gone underground. The Jedi were gone and with it, everything Cal Kestis had known for the first twelve years of his life. His whole world had been turned upside down and he didn’t know what to do. That was why he hadn’t moved far from the wreckage of their escape pod. He didn’t know where to go, what to do or who to trust. 

Not alone. That was something his master might have said. He’d have said they were all connected by the force but he was still gone and Cal was still lonely. He knew the words were supposed to be comforting and he appreciated that but he couldn’t bring himself to believe them. 

At the mention of the gash, he lifted a hand, hovering it just over his cheek but not touching it. He’d done his best to keep it from getting infected but it still hurt. He was still hungry too. The bar had taken the edge off, but it hadn’t sated his hunger. He was beyond tired too. Sleeping outside was...nerve-wracking. Every time the wind rustled one of the bushes around him he would jolt awake, fearing he’d been found.

How did it sound? Too good to be true, if he was being honest.

“Why’re you helping me?”

He squints at the kid when he asks that of him, and he considers.

Why? It’s a damn good question and the same one he had pondered when their other charged had asked him and Amara the same. The whys are simple enough to sort, though harder to admit aloud.

He’s helping the kid because he wishes someone had helped him. He’s helping because the sight of someone so young looking so lost and desperate breaks his heart. He’s helping because he knows if he walks away, it would come back to haunt him.

But all of that is too close. It tells too much. It shows him too much.

Last time Amara had answered to save him the trouble. Something soft and sweet and genuine and so very her.

Well, he hasn’t been soft since a longer time ago than even he can remember, and he’s not sure that he’s ever been sweet.

But genuine… That he can manage, even if it takes him a moment to find the right words. The ones that don’t taste saccharine on his tongue. The ones that ring true even as they keep him behind these defenses that hide and protect him.

“Because someone needs to, kid……… And right now, unless you’ve got another option I don’t know about… looks like I’m it.”

#kestiis #|| the taciturn tactician || { gavril } #|| in these uncertain times || { v; fallen order au } #// Hey! had to do this a little different because I’m mobile and couldn’t cut the post otherwise! #// Hopefully it still reads okay

[thereisonlymaul]

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The Padawan resisted the urge to step back as he approached, the damaged but still functional lightsaber clenched in both hands as he held it out in front of him. The Dark Side surrounded him and it understandably put Cal on edge. A Sith? Cal couldn’t tell for sure, but either way, he was uneasy.

Was he afraid?

He wasn’t supposed to be. Fear was a pathway to the Dark Side. He could practically hear Master Yoda reciting that very mantra to them back when he was a Youngling. Master Tapal had taught a similar lesson.

Right now though, he was afraid.

He was alone and from the look of it, outmatched. If the other chose to attack him, Cal didn’t think he’d be able to hold out against him. That didn’t stop him forcing in a deep, calming breath as he raised his lightsaber.

“I’m not afraid.”

“I see. So it would seem that you are both afraid and a liar,” he begins, his voice low, those golden eyes keen with interest.

The boy is too young. Far too young to prove a challenge to him, and so he serves no purpose towards his goal, toward satiating his bloodlust or his need for revenge.

He is no Jedi, and he certainly is not the Jedi.

Of course, that does not mean that he cannot toy with him.

With that in mind, he makes no move for his own saber. His hands remain firmly clasped behind his back, slowly pacing around the boy, the slightest mechanical noise accompanying each movement of his legs.

“Tell me, young padawan… where is your master? Surely he has not left you here alone.”

#kestiis #|| take the path that leads to nowhere || { v; Clone Wars } #// Poor Cal #// xD #// Maul is terrible.

[fromxthexdepths]

a plotted starter for @kestiis​

A lot of thought and planning and effort had been necessary to find a place suitable for him to lay low whenever the Captain is away on missions. 

As conducive as several outer rim desert planets would have been to facilitating disappearance, they hadn’t been discussed for long in consideration of his race. Even at his insistence that he could get by so long as he had access to water at some point, the Captain had pressed him as to whether or not he could manage well and when he had been unable to give a definitive ‘yes’, the very sound argument had been presented to him that he is already at one disadvantage. He can’t afford to give himself another.

It was truth. How could he argue with it, no matter how it narrowed the list of viable options.

Similarly, Hutt Space had been eliminated as much for the environs as for the fact that it was exceedingly likely that someone there might recognize him.

Thus, they had narrowed to a rather short list of worlds that would be suitable, and they had settled on the best of those and run with it. Out in the Unknown Regions. A stronghold for those who wish not to be found, for the shadier elements of the galaxy. A fortress set beside a large body of water. It was as ideal as either of them could find.

They both acquired new clothes, new identities, and the Captain a new profession.

Thankfully, the one who, for all intents and purposes, runs the world had taken a shine to him upon their first meeting. Of similar temperaments, the two of them fell into an easy friendship, and she had even supplied him with work that he could do to earn his keep there, as well as whatever the arrangement had been between her and the Captain.

Thus, on Takodana he remains whenever the Captain must go out on a bounty. It rankles him, hiding away when he knows what is happening through the galaxy, even when he knows that it would be safer for his rescuer were he able to assist on the bounties. And yet his… delicate situation dictates it as necessity, and he has resigned himself to this fate, this pseudo-isolation.

Which is perhaps why he almost drops a mug of ale he had been about to serve when he feels an all too familiar sensation. 

The feeling of not being the only one.

As a marine creature sensing movement amidst the water, he pivots quickly, perhaps too quickly as he needs catch himself on the bar top, gaze snapping to the still closed doors as though to find its source. 

Not here. Not yet. Perhaps whoever it is had only just landed. He can’t sense the dark side from this most basic awareness of another, and he dares not reach out to find out more. He dares not draw unwanted attention.

Those dark eyes flick to the place just below the bar. The hollowed out compartment at the base, made specifically to accommodate the weapon he can no longer carry.

Friend or foe, he’s ready.

#kestiis #|| Master Fisto || #|| hope is a light that never goes out || { v; main } #// Did my best to set up the background as well since the pages aren't up yet #// Hope this will work okay for you! :D