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writer1 · 3 years

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A Transformative Reunion

The request: Werewolf Crosshair please

A\N: this was requested by @qualityhistorygamingwinner . Thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun with it. @ahsokatano-thetogruta helped me out with some ideas for this one, so thanks so much.

Warnings: Transformation, talk of abandonment, fear, angst.

Crosshair lets out a low growl, as he faces Hunter, Echo, Tech and Wrecker. The kid and you are both at the ship, making him even angrier. “Stand down, Crosshair!” Hunter yells, making Crosshair growl again. “No, I am to take you traitor’s to the empire.” He growls, making Hunter get a sad look. “Crossy, this isn’t yo--” “DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!” He yells, glaring at Hunter and the rest of them.

“You betrayed me, left me behind while you galavanted across the galaxy. Never once did you try to save me. Never once did you come.” Crosshair feels a splitting headache starting, but he doesn’t even care.

“You were able to save the girl from Kamino. You were able to save the Syndullas. But not me!! Never me!!” If Crosshair could see their faces, he would see looks of guilt. Looks of heartbreak and forlorn. But he can’t see any of that, so he just glares from behind his helmet. “You left me, but the Empire taught me that I could be stronger. They made me stronger.”

“Crosshair… What are you talking about? What have they done?” Hunter asks, making Crosshair laugh. “Let’s just say the empire came up with a new serum.” Crosshair can see his brothers bristle. “What have they done, Cross?” Hunter asks again, much more forcibly. Crosshair smirks under his helmet. “You’ll find out right now.” He growls, but it’s inhuman, startling his brothers.

He concentrates, just like how the Empire had trained him. He growls when he feels the dull discomfort fill his body, and he falls to the ground. He hears Hunter’s helmet clatter to the ground. “Crossy!!? You alright, Vod’ika?” Hunter asks, but Crosshair just growls as his bones start to crack loudly, making his brothers gasp. He groans when he starts to grow bigger, his armor growing tighter and tighter.

He groans when his armor grows so tight he can hardly breathe, then he breathes a sigh of relief when it pops free, falling to the ground. He growls as his skin itches, thick grey fur growing all over him. He feels his mouth elongating into a snout, as his legs crack and bend, forming haunches.

His ear’s move to the top of his head, growing pointed, and he grows fangs and claws. After a few more moments of him growing bigger, Crosshair stretches out and the transformation finishes with a long, fluffy tail growing from his backside.

He looks up at his brothers, seeing Hunter’s shocked face. The rest of them still have their helmets on, but Crosshair can feel their shock and fear radiating through the air. He growls, then he pounces!!

Hunter lets out a yell as his back hits the ground, and he pushes on Crosshair’s chest as the wolf tries to bite him, letting out snarls and growls. Hunter can’t believe this. Can’t believe what the Empire has done to his baby brother. Suddenly, Crosshair is knocked off of him, and Hunter jumps up to see Wrecker wrestling with him.

Crosshair grabs Wrecker’s leg, whipping him against the wall. It makes the gentle giant groan in pain as he stands up, ready to get back to fighting Crosshair. Hunter growls and runs, grabbing his helmet. He watches as Crosshair stalks towards Wrecker, then HUnter runs and jumps onto his back, ripping on the fur. It makes his brother growl and whip him off.

Hunter feels pain as he hits the ground, but then his eyes widen when he gets an idea. He turns his comm on. “Guys! Turn your blasters to stun and shoot at Crosshair. Wrecker, distract him!”

Hunter hear’s affirmatives for his plan, making him smile. He watches as Wrecker jumps on Crosshair, making the wolf growl, he is then whipped off and Crosshair starts slowly walking towards him.

Hunter has his blaster at the ready as he sees Crosshair stand on two legs, towering over Wrecker and raising his clawed hand, but before he can do anything three blaster shots hit him square in the back. It causes Crosshair to yelp and fall to the ground, completely passing out. Hunter runs over to him, kneeling down and placing a gentle hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. Wrecker pulls his helmet off, scooching closer and pulling Crosshair’s head into his lap.

“Aww, Crossy. What have they done to you.” Wrecker whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his brother's forehead, ignoring the soft fur. Hunter frowns as Tech and Echo run up. “We need to get him to the ship, then to Bracca. And Tech, try to figure out what they’ve done to him.” Hunter asks him, and Tech nods. “Already on it.”

“I’ll carry him.” Wrecker tells Hunter, carefully pulling Crosshair’s head off of his lap, he stands up and then gently scoops Crosshair into his arms. Echo and Tech both pick up his armor, blacks and rifle, as they all head back to the Marauder.

“What do we do now? And after Bracca. What if we can’t stop him from remaining like this?” Wrecker breaks the silence, making them all look around. “Then we protect him, that’s all we can do. We protect him with everything we have. Help him through it, like brothers do.” Echo tells them wisely, making everyone nod. “I believe he is a werewolf, from legends. That’s all I can come up with from research.” Hunter’s eyes widen. “The empire figured out how to turn someone into a werewolf!!? That is not good, not good at all.” He growls, looking away.

It’s silent for the rest of the journey back to the Marauder, as soon as they come near, you and Omega both run out. Your eyes widen when you see the beast that Wrecker has in his arms, and you cover your mouth, hearing Omega let out a short yelp. “What is that thing!!” You gasp out, making Hunter frown, glancing at the beast, then back at you. “It’s Cross, the Empire did something to him.”

Your eyes widen, and you hear a gasp from Omega, but all you can think about is your boyfriend. Wrecker carries him past you and to the Marauder, making you run in after him. Hunter, Tech, Echo and Omega follow after. “Grab some blankets, we’ll make him a bed in here.” Wrecker informs you all,gesturing to the space in front of Omega’s room, making you nod as you run to grab some blankets. You and Hunter both arrange them on the floor, along with some pillows, then Wrecker lays him down.

“I’m going to get us out of here, before the empire comes. Hunter, you know where the sedatives are, make sure he has triple the regular dose. With my calculations, I’m positive that should keep him out as long as he gets that every three hours.” Hunter nods to Tech, and he runs to the cockpit. Echo closes the door of the Marauder.

You walk over to Crosshair’s head, sitting down cross legged. His right eye is towards you, showing black fur in the shape of his signature tattoo. You gently pet his head, letting out a sob when you start crying. He’s back, your boyfriend is back! You don’t care that he’s… this. Don’t care about the fur, the fang or the claws. All you care about is that you have your Crosshair back, and that’s all that matters.

“Will he be okay?” The small voice reminds everyone in the room of Omega, and you see Hunter kneel down. “Yes! We will get his chip out, and take good care of him.” He reassures her, making you tear up and lean down, pressing a soft kiss to Crosshair's forehead.

"He will be well taken care of here, and he is going to love his brand new baby sister." Echo coos, walking over and bopping Omega's nose, making the young girl giggle. "You really think so?" She asks, and everyone startles when Wrecker laughs out loudly. "Oh we know so!! He is a big softy with kids!"

She looks to you, and you smile sadly at her. "He loved to play with the Cadets while on Kamino, helping to care for them and whatnot. He would have come for you, if he had known." Omega smiles at you, walking over and petting his furry arm, Hunter starts administering the sedatives.

"That's how we met, I was sent in the beginning of the war to help care for the young Cadets. One day I saw Crosshair with them, and I actually never believed in love at first sight until that moment." Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Omega all have smiles on their faces. Omega is the only one who hasn't heard the story. "That's amazing." She says, making you smile sadly, tears pricking your eyes.

"It is, it really is."

xxx

Crosshair lets out a groan, clutching at his head. His eyes snap open, looking around to see that he's on the floor of some kind of medical base. He blinks, his thoughts are clear, the drill that has been keeping him controlled, keeping him following orders is gone. What replaces it is sadness, guilt and hate. Hate of himself, hate of the monster that he allowed the Empire to turn him into.

With that thought he looks down at himself, letting out a whimper as he sees that he is still transformed. Why did he ever let the Empire do this?

He lets out a growl, gently feeling his head to find a bandage. He knows what it's from already. His brothers did it. They removed his chip! He knew it from the moment he woke up, but the reassurance of the wound makes him realize even more that this is not a dream.

He whimpers, knowing that what he's done is horrible. He killed civilians. Killed unarmed people for fun. And the worst thing he did, he tried to kill his brothers. His sister for crying out loud! He even shot Wrecker! His Ori'Vod.

He knows that no one will ever forgive him, especially not you. You would never love the monster he has become, even before the Empire turned him into a werewolf.

He tries to get up, but falls back down into the soft blankets, whimpering in pain. He hears a door open, looking over to see Hunter walk in. He closes the door behind him and walks towards Crosshair. "H-Hunter?" Crosshair asks, throat going dry. Hunter smiles as Crosshair sees tears fill his brother's eyes, and Hunter runs over, sitting down beside him.

"Hey, Crossy." Crosshair whimpers, ears pressing back when he hears his old nickname. Hunter frowns, then shuffles closer. "Can I… can I hug you? Please?" Hunter's tears start to drip down his face, and Crosshair nods. He hasn't seen Hunter cry like this in years. Hunter slams him in a gentle, yet firm hug. “It’s alright, Crossy. You’re back, that’s all that matters.”

Crosshair whimpers, nuzzling into Hunter as he hugs him close. He wants to push Hunter away so badly. Knows that he doesn’t deserve hugs or forgiveness. But he just can’t push his Ori’Vod away, not this time. He can feel Hunter running his hands through his fur, making Crosshair hum softly.

Hunter pulls away and smiles up at him, gently running a hand through the fur on his chest. “Where… Where are the others?” Crosshair asks quietly, and Hunter smiles. “Most are out gathering supplies from other ships here on Bracca, but Y/N is in the other room. She wants to see you?” Crosshair whines, ears pressing back.

“Hey, no one is mad at you. We know it was the chip. She wants to see you, and I know you want to see her.” Hunter insists, but Crosshair knows that if he says no now, Hunter won’t push it anymore. But he knows his Ori’Vod is right, he wants to see you so bad.

“Alright… she can come in.” He whispers, fear lacing his voice. Hunter nods, standing up and pressing a kiss to Crosshair’s forehead before walking out of the room. Crosshair whines and starts chewing nervously on his hand a bit., watching the door. He can hear you and Hunter whispering, but then covers his ears, he doesn’t want to snoop. He then looks up to see you walking into the room, and he uncovers his ears.

You have tears in your eyes, making Crosshair’s ears press back as he whimpers, but then you suddenly run and collapse into him, shoving your face into his chest and crying. He freezes, tensing up. But then he gently hugs you close. “I’m so sorry, Cyare. I’m sorry.” He whimpers, running a hand along your back ever so gently.

You press a kiss to his chest, running a hand on his shoulder. “What are you saying sorry for?” You ask, sniffling a bit as you choke on a few sobs as you look up at Crosshair. He whimpers, a few tears slipping from his eyes.

“I...I've done terrible things. I've killed people, Cyare. I… I almost killed Wrecker, I let the Empire turn me into… into this!” He growls, making you flinch, but you don’t care at all, reaching up and caressing his cheek softly. It’s hard to reach, because of his height now. But you don’t care, not at all.

“You're here with us now, that’s all that matters. The person that did those things... that wasn't you, Cross, you'd never do the things the chip was telling you to do willingly. You're a good man.” Crosshair reaches up and grabs your hand, his much larger, clawed hand completely engulfing it. He lets out a whine from his chest.

“I'm not even a man now. I'm a monster.” He whispers softly, making you tear up. You stand up and quickly pull him into a tight hug, kissing his forehead. Crosshair looks up at you with his own tear filled eyes, pulling you back down and into his lap.

“You are not a monster, not ever. I don’t care what you are, all that matters is you are here with me.” You reassure him, looking him in his tear filled eyes with your own teary, soft ones. He whines softly, ears pressed back as he nuzzles against your face, making you smile and pulls him down a bit more, kissing his cheek.

He hums, nuzzling into your hair. “I love you so much, Cyare.” He whispers, making you smile. He then stretches back out a bit, having been hunched over to reach you. “I love you too, Love. More than anything.” You smile up at him, running a hand along the fluffy fur on his chest. “I love you fur and all, I promise. You’re brother’s think the same thing, alright?” Crosshair nods, not quite believing it, but it helps so much.

“Thank you.” He tells you, making you smile and hug him close. “No thanks necessary.” You promise, then Crosshair’s ears perk up, and you two hear-- “Crossy!!” Crosshair gives a small smile when he sees Wrecker run into the room, he gently nudges you, making you smile as you get out of his arms.

He then opens them and looks away, as if he actually doesn’t want the hug, but everyone knows otherwise. Wrecker goes running, tackling Crosshair into a hug. Crosshair smile’s hugging Wrecker back as his tail wags, but no one cares. Wrecker nuzzles into his chest, hugging him so tightly.

“You're back!! I’m so glad you’re back, Vod’ika. We missed you so much.” Wrecker let’s out a quiet sob as he snuggles into Crosshair as much as he can, making Crosshair nuzzle him back. “I missed you guys too, even if the chip tried to stop me.” He whispers, running a large hand over Wrecker’s head.

Wrecker smiles softly, tears still filling his eyes. “You’re so soft now, Ner Vod’ika. Super fluffy, does not fit your personality.” Wrecker jokes, making Crosshair smile and nuzzle him. “Yeah, but I know you are going to love it, Ori’Vod.” Wrecker chuckles and cuddles in again,as Crosshair looks up to see Tech and Echo standing beside Hunter and you.

Tech immediately runs over and joins the hug, surprising Crosshair, he had thought his brother would have a bit more caution. “I missed you as well, Vod’ika. You will not be leaving our sights for a long time.” Crosshair chuckles, nuzzling and licking the top of his brothers heads, he tenses up a bit. But Wrecker just laughs, and Tech hums thoughtfully. “Looks like a few wolf instincts come with being… whatever you are, it’s alright. We don’t mind.” Crosshair nods and nuzzles into Tech again. “I’m a werewolf.” He whispers, making Tech nod.

Hunter then pulls Echo over. “Mind if we join, Vod’ika?” Echo asks, making Crosshair smile and open his free arm. Echo and Hunter both fall in, making him smile. He hugs them close, nuzzling into the top of their heads. You and Omega both wait over near the door, knowing that the boys need their moment now. After a few moments they pull away, and stand up.

“I think it’s time you officially meet Omega, if that’s alright with you Cross?” Crosshair nods at Hunter, who smiles and walks over to Omega. “You’re going to love her, Cross. And she already loves you.” Echo reassures him, making Crosshair nod.

He looks up to see you and Hunter walking over, Omega in between you. She looks nervous, making Crosshair frown a bit, but he makes sure not to look as intimidating, like he used to with the Cadets on Kamino. The only difference is that he’s now a werewolf, and looks even scarier.

Omega then walks closer to Crosshair, eyeing him a bit. He keeps absolutely still, watching as she looks him over, then-- “Kriff, you’re fluffy.” His eyes widen and so does everyone else’s. “Who taught you that word?” He asks incredulously, making Omega shrug. “I heard Tech say it a few times while working on the ship, and Echo has said it once or twice. Hunter may have said it once as well, Wrecker says it sometimes, but I don’t think any of them realized.” The reader is glaring at all of them except for Crosshair and Omega, as Crosshair also glares at his brothers.

“What is wrong with you!!! You don’t swear in front of kids!! Jeez, how did any of you keep this kid alive without me? Oh wait, you had Y\N, now that makes sense.” They all look at eachother, then burst out laughing. “It’s nice to have you back, Cross.” Hunter chuckles, making Crosshair smile, then he looks down at Omega. “It’s nice to meet you, Sweet. I know we met before, but I… wasn’t quite myself.” Omega nods, then she walks over and plops herself in his lap, hugging him.

He sighs. “I see she’s been spending a lot of time with Wrecker.” He jokes, making Everyone laugh. Wrecker raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” That makes everyone laugh harder, but Crosshair is focusing on Omega as she snuggles into him. He nuzzles her. “So you are the little sister I never knew? They said that you loved me already?” Omega nods, and Crosshair smiles, plucking her from his lap and holding her against his chest.

“Well, I love you already too.” Omega smiles brightly at that, nuzzling against him as well. “You are a good brother, I love you.” Crosshair smiles nuzzling and licking the top of her head, they have a lot to talk about, but right now, this is all Crosshair wants to do. Just be with his brothers, sister, and girlfriend.

xxx

You hum, slowly opening your eyes. Last night you all decided to have a cuddle pile with Crosshair, to welcome your boyfriend home. Omega cuddled up to him, since he’s the only one she hasn’t cuddled with yet. You open your eyes, seeing the small girl curled up next to Crosshair… next to a human Crosshair.

You smile, happy to know that this at least isn’t a full time thing. It would make poor Crosshair feel worse if he always looked like that, no matter how much you and the others don’t care. You reach over and run a hand over his short hair, the bandages having fallen off because they are too big. Omega is curled up to his bare chest, and Crosshair has an arm wrapped around her.

His eyes open suddenly, and he smiles when he sees you, then he looks down and his smile gets wider when he sees Omega, and that he’s human. “It wasn’t a dream.” He whispers, breaking your heart. You scooch over closer, gently cupping his cheek and sandwiching Omega between the two of you. “It wasn’t a dream, and you are stuck with us.” Crosshair smiles, looking down at Omega again and running a hand through her hair, then he presses a feather soft kiss to her hair.

“I love her. She’s definitely my sister.” You smile, nodding. “She shoots well, but you’ll have to teach her some tricks.” You joke, making a laugh rumble up from his chest, a genuine, happy laugh. “I will, I’ll teach her everything I know. She can be better than me, I know it. But don’t tell anyone that.”

You chuckle, leaning forward and kissing his lips. “I won’t, but they are hearing that you’ll be teaching her, and make sure you tell her you love her, and them.” Crosshair smiles, tears coming to his eyes.

“I will, I’m going to be telling them I love them every chance I get now. I’ll never let them go without knowing it.” He promises, kissing Omega’s head once again. You can tell that the chip changed Crosshair a bit, but you know that he’ll be okay with time, and that he’s softer now. It makes you smile. “We all love you, okay. We wish we could have found you faster, but we never stopped loving you.” Crosshair looks up from Omega, getting a genuine smile on his face.

“I know.”

Taglist: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @lightning-wolffe @captainrexisboo

#the bad batch #my writing #werewolf au #werewolf Crosshair #Werewolf #Crosshair x reader #Omega #Crosshair #Hunter #Tech #Wrecker #Echo

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mandogab · 3 years

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Day 18 – Flying

Pairing: Atinla Kryze (OC) & Jacen Syndulla

Word Count: 603

tag: @starwars-oc-ship-week

"What could be worse than being in love with a girl who is a Mandalorian?" Rune laughed, poking Jacen on the shoulder as he walked past him on his way to ship. His friend rolled eyes as he continued working on the X-wing.

“Not to have someone to fall in love with?” Jacen asked, smiling more to himself than Rune. He could only imagine the grumpy expression on the face of the other pilot.

“Very funny,” he replied. “I prefer to focus my attention on the flight, and not look for a lost little owl.”

“Who are you calling the lost little owl, Rune?”

They both turned, hearing the girl's voice coming from somewhere in the hangar. Atin approached them with her usual gait, helmet tucked under her arm and a cheeky smirk on her lips. She was wearing an armor that had a new paint job, though there were still Nite Owl's marks on her forearms… she had never changed that.

“Atin! It's great that you are there! Jacen wondered where you disappeared,” Rune said happily as he walked over to his friend, then threw his arm around Jace's neck in a friendly gesture.

“We had an appointment, I couldn't help but come.” She smiled. “Ready?”

“S-sure,” Jacen muttered, staring after her as she passed by. He watched her for a moment longer before Rune hit him on the side.

“Just go now,” he muttered, then walked away and he sent a kiss for Jacen as he left. The boy rolled his eyes.

“Jace, we don't have all day,” Atin's voice called back through the comm.

“Sure, I'm on my way!” He said, hopping into his X-wing.

- - -

Jacen kept to Atin's left, maneuvering at breakneck speed between the asteroids the girl absolutely wanted to fly through. She loved to take risks, since he'd met her, he probably hadn't met anyone so brave and talented. He knew that one day she would become one of the best pilots and perhaps stand by his side. Perhaps they would fly in the same squadron... it would be his dream come true.

“Stay awake, Jace!” Sixteen-year-old yelled when he didn't turn around. He quickly awoke from his daydreams and steered the rudders sideways to avoid the huge obstacle. Atin's laughter rang out in the small cockpit. “You have head in the clouds.”

“I'm thinking of you,” he muttered quietly enough that she couldn't hear him (at least, he thought).

- - -

“I'm thinking about you.” She heard his quiet voice and felt herself blushing.

He was her best friend, an old companion, and one of the most promising pilots she'd ever had the chance to fly with. She loved spending time with him and talking to him. He always tried to steer her thoughts away from the dark parts of her past. He knew what he shouldn't ask and what was appropriate.

Sometimes she imagined what her life would be like if he were an eternal part of it... She hoped to find out someday.

“Can we have a race?” She asked.

“Only if you don't cheat, little owl!”

She smiled.

- - -

Jacen watched Atin's ship warm up the engines, he could imagine this girl focused on getting off to a good start. He let her take off first, even though he knew that catching up with her would be bordering on miraculous.

All he wanted to do for a moment was watch her Fang fighter fly right in front of him.

Jacen knew that if he could, he would give her all the stars. On this day, he could give her the win.

#star wars oc ship october #star wars fanfiction #Atinla Kryze / Jacen Syndulla #atin kryze #jacen syndulla #teenage love #jatin #oc x canon #mandalorian girl / jedi boy #rune - jacen's best friend

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galacticshq · 2 years

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ANONYMOUS said : current mw characters?

hey hey ’non ! check out our list of characters that have wanted connections posted and characters we’d love for some key plots on dash !

wanted connections:

aayla secura, adenn kryze spouse, baze malbus, biggs darklighter, brentin wexley, bodhi rook, captain howzer, captain phasma, cham syndulla, chirrut îmwe, clan vizsla members, darth asmodeus' master, eldra kaitis second jedi master, eleni syndulla, elzar mann, enric pryde, fang zar, gial ackbar, jaro tapal, kitster banai, lassa rhayme, lourna dee, mother talzin, nash windrider, nightsisters, norra wexley, omega, rae sloanes personal assistant, revan, rose tico, senator morvis, seyn marana, sinjir rath velus, stellan gios, tarre vizslas former padawan, third brother, tristan wren, veela ordo, viqi shesh, & xev xrexus !

key plots:

alexander kallus, amilyn holdo, ar’alani, asajj ventress, avar kriss, bo katan kryze, cad bane, captain panaka, captain rex, cere junda, chelli lona aphra, cobb vanth, commander grey, count dooku, darth bane, darth maul, darth zannah, eno cordova, galen erso, grand inquistor, hondo ohnaka, ilyana, luminara unduli, lux bonteri, merrin, onaconda farr, rush clovis, satine kryze, sana starros, saw gerrera, shaak ti, taron malicos, thrawn, & ursa wren !

#star wars rp #appless rp #video game rp #space rp #rpc #mw

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revenge-of-the-shit · 4 years

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Hey y’all,

Chapter 12 is up after the long wait. Check it out!

Chapters: 12/20 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Satine Kryze, Plo Koon & Ahsoka Tano, Plo Koon & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano, Depa Billaba & Mace Windu, Mace Windu & Yoda, Kanan Jarrus & Hera Syndulla Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, Pong Krell, Yoda (Star Wars), Mace Windu, The Son | Fanged God, The Daughter | Winged Goddess, The Father (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-2224 | Cody, Satine Kryze, Bail Organa, CT-5597 | Jesse, R2-D2 (Star Wars), C-3PO (Star Wars), Plo Koon, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Background & Cameo Characters, Cal Kestis, Talzin (Star Wars), Asajj Ventress, Cere Junda, Trilla Suduri, Kanan Jarrus, Styles (Star Wars), Savage Opress, Darth Maul, CC-1010 | Fox, Qui-Gon Jinn, Sabé (Star Wars), Naboo Royal Handmaiden(s), Ar'alani (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Vah'nya (Star Wars), Revan (Star Wars), Morai (Star Wars), Din Djarin's Mother, Din Djarin's Father, Young Din Djarin - Character, Kreia (Star Wars), Wilhuff Tarkin, CC-5869 | Stone Additional Tags: Mortis (Star Wars), That's Not How The Force Works, Eldritch, Horror, The Force is an Eldritch Horror and so are the Skywalkers, Gore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Togruta culture, Nightsisters (Star Wars), Tatooine Slave Culture, eldritch Anakin Skywalker, Eldritch Ahsoka Tano, Eldritch Obi-wan Kenobi, Dark Anakin Skywalker, Grey Obi-Wan Kenobi, Death Watch (Star Wars), Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic References Summary:

There are rumors that the Jedi are not entirely… natural. They move too quickly, too silently, and their eyes always look to something nobody else can see.

“Unnatural,” some people murmur. “This ‘Force.’ It’s not right.”

Mortis was a conduit of the Force.

Anakin Skywalker had been a temporary conduit for the Daughter, had Fallen in the Well of the Dark Side, had been born from the Force.

Ahsoka Tano had been transformed by the Son, had been killed by the Dark, had been restored by the life of the Daughter.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been taken to the Altar formed of pure Force, had been trapped in the Well of the Dark, had spoken with the dead.

They had been immersed in the Force more deeply than any other Jedi.

More deeply than what the Jedi consider to be… natural.

Here’s what it means.

#sw #star wars #fanfic #sw fic rec #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfic #tcw #the clone wars #mortis arc #au #alternate universe #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi

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anathtsurugi · 5 years

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The Colder the Winter, the Warmer the Spring - A Kalluzeb Fic (Chapter 18)

Words: 218,296 (And we finally get a proper fight between Thrawn and Kallus!)

Chapters: 18/25

Rating: E

Relationship(s): Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Rex/Ahsoka Tano)

Summary:

With that, the image widened and Zeb could see that Kallus was holding something in his arms, and as the Lasat inspected the image, he gradually began to realize that it was a baby – a Lasat kit.

“Zeb…help me.”

“Oh, karabast.”

Excerpt:

Kallus snarled as he met the admiral's latest blow, a vicious sound that would've done his lover proud. For several minutes, they moved back and forth across the command center, each traded blow more furious than the last.

"If you think- you have anything that will convince me to betray them...you are delusional," Kallus snapped at him, blocking a quick succession of blows from his adversary. Physically, Thrawn was unquestionably stronger than he was, but he had just that little bit more experience in practical staff fighting that had made the fight even thus far.

Thrawn shook his head as he avoided an attempted stab from the double agent. "And if I were a crueler being, I might actually have to laugh at your ignorance. What you do not know about this scene you and I currently act would fill many of these databanks."

Seething in frustration, the ex-Imperial (stars, but it felt good just to be able to even think it) bit out, "You talk too much!"

For several tense moments, they traded blow for blow and block for block, until Thrawn got in just a hairsbreadth faster beneath one of Kallus' blows, delivering a painful electric current throughout his body.

The ex-Imperial cried out in pain, but his jerked reflex allowed him to deliver a hit to the Chiss' forehead, giving him the chance to roll away from his opponent unseen and duck behind one of the computer banks, collapsing his bo-rifle in the process.

"Kallus!" Thrawn called out in a brief flicker of annoyance.

As he listened to the grand admiral search for him, Kallus took stock of his injuries. While the shock had largely dulled the pain in his left side, the loss of feeling would also cost him the proper use of his left arm. He couldn't keep this up forever. Maybe he could find a way to slip out of the control center unnoticed?

"You cannot hide forever, Kallus," Thrawn warned him.

Part of the ex-agent wanted to laugh in response. Did Thrawn truly believe he could be baited so easily? He was getting out of here right n-

"I wonder what your- Lasat companion would think of you now. Hiding like a coward."

Zeb? Why would Thrawn bring him up now? What gave him the right to even speak of him?

"Although...I rather suppose Captain Garazeb Orrelios has lost any sense of his people's pride or honor, living as an insurgent."

Kallus tensed in a sudden flare of anger at the Chiss' words.

Don't listen. Don't listen to him.

"Perhaps that is why the pair of you make such a well-suited couple. No honor. Tell me, Kallus, what does a Lasat with no honor taste of?" Thrawn's words pierced his ears like precision laser darts.

It took every last ounce of Kallus' considerable restraint not to gasp aloud in shock. He knew. Those words could mean only one thing. He knew! How could he know? How?!

"Are you surprised I know?" Thrawn's eerily soft voice came to him. "You shouldn't be. You haven't exactly been subtle. I have seen the look in your eyes...after he has kissed you."

Kallus felt his stomach lurch with abject terror. If he knew this, what else could he know?

"Your fellow humans would think it perverse. Is that what turned you from us, Agent Kallus? The idea of such a very illicit dalliance? You may speak of it to me, after all. Tell me, has he had you on your back yet?"

It's not like that! It's not! How dare you? How dare you dishonor my love so shamefully?!

Kallus, you mustn't listen!

"Or perhaps you were merely chasing a fantasy? Did you believe that a kiss from a Lasat could erase your sins against them? That you could wipe out your past? Did you believe you could be forgiven?"

Stop it. Stop it! Stop it!

You have to get out. GET OUT NOW!

"The truth is, Kallus...that there is no forgiveness for men like us. But a warrior does not seek to be forgiven. Only to do what is necessary. Although...I am quite certain you will feel it necessary to beg for forgiveness for what happens to your Zeb."

Oh, stars.

"That's right," Thrawn's voice slithered into his brain like some venomous living creature, sinking its fangs into the grey matter and pumping the horror of those words into every cell like poison. "Your lover is mine. Garazeb, son of Orrelios is in my hands now. To spare or to condemn as I see fit. By extension, his life is in your hands. How long will you keep your silence?"

No.

Please...please...just go...get out. You can't help him like this.

He was gripping his bo-rifle in painfully tight fingers, clutching so hard he likely would've been rending the metal had he been anything other than human. Looking down at the weapon, he saw tiny droplets of water splashed along its casing. Fingers trembling, he brought them up to wipe at the tracks he now felt on his face.

Crying? He was...crying?

Rever falna bogtyl. Rever falna bogtyl!

Please...please don't make me do this. You cannot make me choose! Not this! Anything but this!

"How long, Alexsandr Kallus? How long will you endure his suffering and know you have the power to stop it? How long will you listen to your love cry out? Scream your name? Beg for death? If you cannot be persuaded to surrender the location of your precious rebel base, then perhaps he can be-"

"NOOOO!"

The scream that tore from Kallus' throat as he leapt from his hiding place was a sound less than human. He took a shot at the Chiss as he sprang at him, but Thrawn was easily able to avoid it. The smile that moved across the grand admiral's face as he redeployed his bo-rifle to engage him could only be described as victorious.

He would wipe that smile clean away.

Chapter 18: Daddy, Can You Hear the Devil Drawing Near

#Kalluzeb #SWR #Accidental Baby Acquisition #fan fiction #New Chapter #Okay so I didn't get it done before the weekend was over but still #pretty close

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250 and/or 161 >:3c

Title: Divinity on High

Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Alijah Kastor

Rating: E or possibly M. I’m going higher just to be safe

Prompt Fill: 161. Goddess

Warnings: Dissociation, Derealization, Possible Blasphemy

Summary: One of the slow moments between Ahsoka, Kanan, Hera, and Alijah when their schedules align for everyone to be together. Hera has Alijah talk art to keep her in the moment.

The captain’s room of Ahsoka’s ship had been transformed into their own sanctuary. Ahsoka provided the bulk of the mismatched fabrics; Alderaanian silks, woven blankets from Shili, and furs she knew were cured in the Mandalorian way. Hera found Rylothian incenses at a spaceport three jumps back. Alijah thought she remembered them from a ceremony she attended many, many years ago. Kanan crafted another playlist for them. Something with instrumentals and soft chants, in anything but Basic, to help mask the sounds of the ship. She brought candles (the kind that would not set fabrics alight if upset) and ropes upon ropes of soft lights.

Emotions and pheromones mixed with the atmosphere to leave Alijah barely tethered to her body. Forbidden passions and warmth melted her scant few bones into wax puddles. The air and the Force itself hummed with the same bewitching tastes. What had been an ache deep within grew to something of a distant memory in seconds. It would take nothing to slip away in this moment to ride a high even the best Spice could not give her. Everything would disappear in favor of the safety of her lovers pleasures.

“You still doing okay, Love?” Hera checked in from somewhere above her. It took a second to remember her head rested on warm jade thighs.

“Drifting some.” The fingers combing through her short hair tried to send something down her spine. Everything muffled the feeling. “Everything feels so good.”

“We all want you with us.” Hera’s voice washed over her in a warm, commanding haze. “Stay focused, please.”

“Hard.” Pulling herself back into her body was difficult. “Everything Feels.”

The fingers slipped from her hair to cup her face then turn it toward her. “Would talking help?”

Ahsoka gasped from across the room then purred. Alijah’s sensitive hearing picked up Kanan’s pleased sigh.

A wordless nod was all Hera needed to help. Strong hands sat her up before pulling her to rest between her legs. Cool shoulders were pulled back to rest against a soft, warm chest. Powerful arms crossed over her own chest to keep her upright. Hera’s chin rested atop her shoulder to assist in keeping her up right. Wiggling lekky draped over both their chests.

“How would you draw this?” Her breath was burning up against a long, delicate ear. “Tell me every detail.”

Several moments went by while Alijah tried to pull her Being back into her body. Most of her felt as if it continued to float around the room with the same aimlessness of the smoke curls. Hera asked (commanded because Alijah follows those better) to stay so she would. Each beat of Hera’s heart would be an anchor. The rise of her chest would help draw her emotions back while the accompanying exhale pushed away the Haze. Together they would piece Alijah’s Self back together.

Alijah drank in the appearance of her subjects. Ahsoka was seated atop her desk as if it were a throne. Her montrals and lekku served as contrasting outline to her body. White and blue blushed nearly black lekku (oh so soft to touch and kiss and feel) outlined a red ocher and white marked body (built of gorgeous muscle). Cabaret red lips parted and twisted to show white fangs. Kana knelt between her parted thighs with his hair messy and body marked. His tanned skin was taut across a beautiful flexed back. Purpled love bites intermixed with the red trails of scratching nails and the true bites marks across his shoulders and back. She knew his chest, hips, and thighs bore the same signs. Rich, brown hair tumbled twisted his Ahsoka’s hands so she could easily direct his sinfully clever mouth.

“Detailed sections.” It took some time to trust herself to form coherent sentences again. “Four parts or maybe five. Soka from her eyes up. Kay’s face from his nose up; attention on his eyes. Her hands fisted in his hair. The flex of his thighs from profile. Maybe her calves around his shoulders. Or, his hand holding up her thigh.”

Hera’s low laugh was heard and felt throughout Alijah’s whole body. “No lips?”

“Lips aren’t unique from looks.” It had become a game for them. Hera made the statement prompting Alijah to kiss her senseless. “Lips feel and taste unique only. But, you can see what makes eyes special.”

Kanan gives a low groan muffled against Ahsoka’s thigh when she pulls his hair just right.

“How would you display those pieces?”

There are so many options to consider for a display like that. How big would her canvases be? Where would she even have to display them? For how long? Before she lost the mood entirely Kanan and Ahsoka lit up in the Force.

“Staggered. Parts aligned but not entirely.” Pale pink cheeks flushed red with excitement. “So it would need five. Soka’s Eyes, then Kay’s, Hands, Thighs, and Kneeling at the very bottom.”

“Why?”

Alijah twisted in Hera’s arms to look up at her face. Her lips were still kiss swollen and a much riper pink than normal. They were also twisted into a smirk only highlighted teasing green eyes and lowered black brows. She knew how loaded of a question it was to ask an artist to explain their work.

“The Goddess sits above all.” Alijah’s started her with her hands resting on Hera’s upper arms before slowly moving higher. Cupping her cheeks she stole a chaste kiss before moving on to cradle the back of her head.

“The Worshiper shows Devotion.” One hand ghosted from the base of a lek to the very tip. Raising it to her lips she peppered her skin with kisses but stopped to trace the white patterns with her tongue.

“Divinity guides the Mortal.” Hera moved hugging her close to almost digging her fingers into the freckles across her hips.

“Mortal holds up the Divine.” Alijah fell backward to rest on the soft blankets. The hand still cradling Hera’s head ensured she followed suit.

“Strength willing Kneels to the Divine.” Thighs move to straddle her hips with Alijah’s hands resting on her hips. One thumbs absentmindedly strokes up toward the white patterns on her sides.

Hera went to asked another question but Alijah leaned up to kiss it from her lips. She was back into the Moment and would enjoy every second of it.

#star wars #star wars fanfics #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ahsoka tano #alijah kastor #star wars oc #star wars ocs #kanera #kanerasoka #alisoka #kaneraalisoka #caff answers #anon cw depersonalization #cw derealization #Anonymous #lemon

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avatarpabu97 · 6 years

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Born to Fly

The Ghost soars through the clouds of the once polluted sky of Lothal. Spector Seven aka Jacen Syndulla sat in the co-pilot seat where his father once sat. The young hybrid cheered and clapped with Chopper as his mother twirled the Ghost.

Little Poe sat on his mother lap as they soar above the jungles of Yavin four. His mother’s hands gently guides his own as they fly above the canopy. Poe felt at home in the cock pit of the A-Wing.

The Millennium Falcon was ascending through the planet Chandrila’s planet. Ben sat in the co-pilot seat cheering with Uncle Chewy as his father flips and rolls in the sky. He gasped in surprise and aww as the viewport becomes blur of blue and white as they jumped into hyperspace.

In the sky's of Concord Dawn, the Protectors we’re going through practice drills. In the lead Fang Fighter small hands engulfed by larger calloused hand guide the joystick. Athena sat on her father’s lap giggling in excitement.

Theirs not a lot to this but it was an interesting thought I wanted to do. I probably could do better. Athena is my new oc for the Mandogingers. I will eventually write more about her.

#star wars #star wars rebels #poe dameron #jacen syndulla #ben solo #Athena Rau #kanera baby #Mandogingers baby #shara bey #hera syndulla #Han Solo #Fenn Rau #OC

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ao3feed-kanezra · 3 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ezra Bridger/Kanan Jarrus Characters: Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, First Time, Biting, Marking, Kissing, Licking, Pansexual!Kanan, Gay!Ezra, Angry Hera, cockpit Summary:

When a Jedi falls for a Padawan, things with his current lover fall. Love found. First times ensue.

#ao3feed #kanezra #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #kanan/ezra #kanan x ezra #fanfiction

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forcechoosen · 3 years

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mutual reminding me to pick up jacen syndulla. but i am also going is he twi? is he all human? they have fangs didn’t they? definitly green hair

#You Are My Only Hoe; OOC

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eyeloch · 7 years

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With the sheer number of pilots in the extended space family, I wonder if family gatherings can get.... intense. This is set in the future, some time post-Aftermath.

“Sorry, Sabine,” the half twi’lek spoke through a mouthful of creamy rice, “but with all those advancements in starfighter guns, heavy duty shielding’s all but pointless.”

“Oh really?” the Mandalorian asked, pausing in her attempt to smother her own risotto in black pepper.

“Yeah,” Dawn continued, heedless of the threat contained in the question, “your Starbird packs a punch, but that freighter can’t dodge a direct hit!”

“An enemy needs to lock their targeting computer onto me to score one of those,” Sabine shot back, “and thanks to the gun turrets, they won’t get that chance!”

Fenn Rau, more than half-way through his own meal, had long since let his smirk show. Hera Syndulla, by contrast, had not quite failed to suppress a little irritation about her daughter’s opinion of the humble freighter-class.

“Even if I can’t hit you easily,” Dawn continued, “I can dodge your shots until I get a lucky strike-”

“My ship’s the one with more weaponry,” the Mandalorian smirked, grinning down at the much-younger twi’lek, “when it comes to lucky shots, the odds are in my favour-”

“You both make good points,” Fenn Rau interjected, “and so I feel a ship that is the perfect mix of those two ships would be superior. My fang fighters, for example.”

“Oh, they might have handled some TIEs, or some A-Wings low on fuel,” Hera retorted, durasteel in her voice, “but against any dedicated interceptor, their one proton torpedo wouldn’t get very far...”

Kanan sighed, as yet another meal he’d made for his family went unappreciated thanks to the whole lot of them enjoying a good argument. Still though, as a Jedi Master, he should try and play peacemaker.

“Surely it’s the skill of the pilot that matters, in the end?”

...he didn’t need sight to feel four pairs of withering eyes locked on him....

#star wars rebels #fenn rau #sabine wren #dawn syndulla #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #kanera #eye write #spontaneous fic #I enjoyed writing this #twas fun #could be set in meldy-arts' future AU if you squint #but works either way

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Random question time! So, in the context of Alijah/Kanan/Hera/Ahsoka, what was Alijah's response to everything going to hell with Fenn and Hera?

A very late but very detailed answer!

Background:

Ahsoka and Alijah split contact with the Mandalorians pretty much from the end of the Clone Wars. Ahsoka takes the Nite Owls because she was in the process of retaking Mandalore with Bo-Katan during Order 66. They helped hide her before getting her offworld. Alijah took the Journeyman Protectors because she new Fenn from before Order 66. For a long time, he was one of the only people who knew Alijah Kastor lived since he helped get her off Kamino. She could also claim some pull with Neutral/True Mandalorians but there’s not as much rapport there. Vhonte does back her up, however.

Something specific to Alijah is when she joins the Alliance to Restore the Republic is she does become a General again. Well, “Freya Bastara” becomes a General. Her resume from the Clone Wars as a Commander then General is unparalleled. Daesha and everything Ma’Glora has to offer are major assets for the Alliance; stipulated to only work with Alijah/Freya, Ahsoka, or Bail Organa. A lot of what Alijah does overlaps with Davits Dravens’ work, however, she is much more in the thick of things. General was a more of means to give Alijah the pull she needs to work with her scattered sources across the Galaxy. It also insured her near autonomy she works best with.

Ahsoka and Alijah have it set up that any undertakings in Mandalore or with Mandalorians go through them. There’s a lot of playing stupid in requests because of how top secret they keep things. The Nite Owls, and approved associates, work with Ahsoka. Journeyman Protectors, and approved associates, with Alijah. Because of Mandalore’s current “Imperial Allegiance” it keeps their contacts safe. They’ve put nearly two decades of work into preserving and strengthening these bonds. They can’t fail now.

Set Up:

Alijah nor Ahsoka are around for the beginning of the Missions involving Concord Dawn’s Moon or the Journeyman Protectors. Since it was a plan crafted by Sabine they only really needed Sato’s approval, at least in their minds. Sato rules against taking it up the chain because it’s not an undertaking. It’s scouting more than anything.

Par for the course, Ahsoka is off embroiled in Fulcrum stuff. Alijah’s detached from Phoenix Squadron to check up on her own sources and leads. They only find out what happened because things go to hell in a handbasket.

Alijah is the first one back and it is hellfire itself arriving aboard the ship. First stop is the infirmary to check up on Hera and the others. Her features are darkened but she does put on a good face and plays nice. Hera could have easily been killed. She know how easily Fenn could have killed her. But, he was thankfully kind.

Sato gets none of the Concern nor Courtesies given to Hera. In a rare show of rank, she pulls it on Sato. She may not have joined wholeheartedly early on but she was closely associated with everything from the get-go. He’s a Commander, and a damn good one at that, but this is Alijah Kastor who fought the First Battle of Geonosis, who helped retake Lessu, who fought Haruun Kal, and who survived Kamino as a Jedi during Order 66.

It starts with a hissed: “What the fuck did you think you were doing Commander Sato? Why did I hear about this from our allies?”

There is no making things better for him. He doesn’t get to defend himself from her onslaught nor even really move. She brings him to Attention and leaves him there. Sato’s depending on the mercy of the vicious woman pacing back and forth while reading him the riot act. Current estimate is he’s got a few hours of this.

Yes, the General in her is angry at what went down. This is, possibly was now, 18 years of hard work flushed down the drain. For absolutely nothing. Fenn and his Protectors were already covertly on their sides. Now, he’s sitting in their brig with all of the Fangs destroyed, and the Alliance couldn’t even give her a heads up. Fenn’s second was the one to inform her of everything.

Alijah Kastor is possibly even angry then the General in her. Hera Syndulla is one of the Actual Loves of her life. There would be no contest on who would win in a dogfight between her and Fenn. She would have died for absolutely nothing. The fact Kanan and Sabine were approved?/allowed?/something to go down to Concord Dawn was worse. She’s buried Kanan twice in their lives; she’s not ready to do it for real. If Fenn hadn’t shown his Good Judgement then she would have possibly buried both of them and the Wren Girl. Such a great way to repay Ursa’s, albeit initially forced, generosity in protecting her. Whatever unstable peace between the Nite Owls, the turning parts of Death Watch, the Trues, and more would have been shot. Mandalore would have erupted in all out war with one another.

Alijah’s indelicate tones carried outside of his office to anyone who happened to be nearby. When the shock wore off of someone ripping into Commander Sato like a cadet wore off some action was taken. Namely, enough stuff passed around for someone to send a message to Ahsoka because “It sounds like Alijah is going to maim Sato.”

Ahsoka’s call to Alijah went something like, “While this is a breach of the chain of command you need to table the issue for the current moment. See to our Guest or I will have you join him until I arrive.”

When Alijah made the second call it was far less civil, moved through several languages, created new swears, but did have Alijah storming off to attend to Fenn.

“Fenn, I apologise for the gross incompetence that lead to this. Follow me, please. I’ll have you in much better accommodations until this is sorted out.”

There was not a single word said by her between his cell and the nicer quarters she arranged for him on the ship. Every command is communicated few transmissions from her datapad or glaring at whatever unfortunate soul crossed her path.

“Glad to see you’re amused,” she snarks when they’re both seated in his temporary quarters. A droid let itself in with food and drinks.

“Haven’t seen you this fiery since…Reecee?” He paused to think for a second. “That’s the one where you made scrap of that battalion while screaming about requisitions?”

Once she started cracking up it took a lot to stop. “We had you at Reecee? I think I called you in for Rishi.”

“Reecee was the one where Freya Bastra laid waste.”

“Rishi was where I made scrap but Ruuria was the one where I made more scrap while yelling about paperwork.” The cold jungle world was basically at the ass end of the known Galaxy. Everyone was freezing but her. “They sent me that Cadet to do…something? He was older than me and not thrilled with the Kastor Experience.”

“Wonder what happened to that one?”

“He joined the ISB and hunts the Ghost across the Galaxy.”

“Regret saving him?”

“Nah, better an enemy I know that one I don’t.”

Alijah takes a few deep breaths to steal herself for the actual difficult conversation. “You could have killed them, Fenn. You would’ve been well within your rights to kill them but you didn’t. I’ve lost so much…I don’t think I could lose them to and survive.”

His hands on her shoulder, “You owe me. We’ll start with replacing everything Fang they took out.”

“Sometimes I wish they weren’t so fucking good at their jobs.”

“Speaking of, Jarrus is one of your line’s right?”

“I assume he mentioned Mygeeto?”

“Would’ve known without that. Threw himself at my fucking ship armed with a lightsaber. Only person with that kind of crazy is you.”

#caff answers #alijah kastor #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #ahsoka tano #commander sato #fenn rau #my foursome #kanera #alisoka #kaneralisoka #thebisexualmandalorian

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overcaffeinated-creative · 6 years

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Caff Rambles About Her Characters...Again

Basically a bunch of dashes and rambling about Solus future child, Jaya. Light of her life and the best worst mix of her darling parents. (Also possibly due to change.)

-Right off the bat this child is a pilot. Like, born with ozone in her her hair, thirsting to chase that feeling between the stars pilot. She’s happier in the black or blue than she ever is planet side. There’s something about being so high up that makes her excited.

-If the Quartet of New Pilots (Jacen Syndulla, Poe Dameron, Ben Solo, and herself) she’s the baby with seven years between her and Jacen, four or five between her and Poe, and one or two between her and Ben.

-Also the tiniest by like half an inch and she’s never fully forgiven Poe for that.

-She was 100% a shin kicker as a child because it brought people down her level.

-Solus put a stop to this by teaching her physical sizes doesn’t determine how much space you take up in a room. Just look at her and Leia. They’ve both been the shortest and still look like they’re on a stage.

-Jaya partially thinks this is due to the fact both of them have blasters for mouths and more than likely blasters on their persons they’re not afraid to use. Because she’s seen them in agreement on a something and it’s the most fear and awe inspiring thing to ever see.

-Her dad is the Manda’lor and one of her mom’s his adviser/right hand/spy master/the people person (cause go figure Solus can do that well) but Solus taught her right away that your parents accomplishments aren’t yours. Therefore, if you want respect you’ve gotta earn it for yourself.

-It was very rare for the little flying Quartet to all be together as children, especially once Ben went to train with Luke, but when they were it was insane the trouble they could get into.

-Also the fights because it was a four way pissing contest where Jaya determined she would win.

-If they hung out based on age it’s Jacen/Poe and Ben/Jaya cause that’s how they’re the closest in age.

-Jacen and Jaya are both Force Sensitive but were not sent to Luke’s Temple. Jacen would rather fly with his mother and Solus would eat Mustafar before another of her line was a Jedi. Especially, when she could teach the control at home.

-Ahsoka helped train Jacen.

-During one of the few meet ups, Jaya 100% climbed Ben to better argue with Jacen who was too damn tall for his own good. So, you’ve got Ben Solo balancing a tiny Mandalorian on his shoulders as she argues, full of fire and passion, about something with Jacen because that’s how you’re friends.

-Jaya’s favorite “Cousins” are Bly and Aayla’s kid and Kad Skirata. They’re both way older than her but they have the same little things in common.

-One of her most embarrassing crushes was one Queen Sosha Soruna of Naboo because she’s a fighter pilot as well as Queen. And that’s just something Jaya can respect even as a small child looking at past pictures of said Queen.

-Jaya’s at odds with the others because she’s not into the New Republic, something she learned from her parents. Mandalore isn’t part of the Republic and therefore not something she cares about beyond Trade Agreements and possible threats.

-Jaya’s not sure she ever wants to try to be Manda’lor but she will be Chieftain of Clan Vetra one day so she’s learned a lot of politics for that.

-She judges Ben’s rise as Kylo Ren hardcore. She gets being attached to your family history but this is just stupid.

-She supports her parents decision to keep Mandalore out of the New Republic’s conflict with the First Order. Mandalorians aren’t fighting another Republic war because they can’t kept their shit together. She grew up hearing about the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil War. Her parents all fought in them on various sides.

-That being said, she does take some of the discreet missions to gather intel on the First Order or protect supply convoys being bought by possible Resistance members. Because Mandalore isn’t formally taking a stand but they’re not dropping trading.

-She doesn’t like the First Order and starts to get real antsy about nothing being done about them. Leading to her taking paid missions for the Resistance because “I’m a free agent. That’s what having a Bounty License and registering with the Guild means.”

-Her father has a lot to say about this including things like, “You’re acting like your mother.” Her mother likes to respond, “But, she’s got your good heart, Cyare. Just happens to have my brains and weakness for Rebels with a Cause.”

-Once the Hosnian System was taken out the Mandalore moves because this isn’t another civil war in the Galaxy. This has moved into series territory.

-Jaya makes first contact with General Leia (who she respects) on her parents orders and brings help for the few surviving rebels of that fleet.

-The two people truly able to handle Solus and Jaya acting like their selves are Ursa Wren and Leia Organa. Everyone else just backs off because “contrary, Force Sensitive Mandalorians” scare people.

-Jaya is two inches taller than Solus and therefore never let’s Solus live it down.

- Solus swears the only looks Jaya got from her was her minor Sephi traits (slighter but with stronger muscles, fangs, those adorable ears that twitch and flutter with emotion, and a very plum colored blush/sort of undertone), her Force Sensitivity, and the same eye shape. Everything else came from her father; golden tan skin, sense of humor, dark hazel eyes, curly black hair, and even the same smile. Jaya is very proud to be her father and grandfather in miniature.

#caff rambles #jaya #solus vetra #c: more than you bargained for

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