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foxykatie425 · 6 months

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No one asked, but here are my hopes for a third and final Jedi game…

Things I want:

• A reason for the characters not to be involved in the OT. My prediction is that Cal will be forced to destroy the compass to keep the colony on Tanalorr safe from the Empire, leaving them stranded with no way out of the Abyss, but having a small but thriving settlement with everything they need to survive. And then some day, after the Empire falls, some other Jedi (whether it be Luke, Ahsoka, Ezra, whoever!) will have to go on a mission to reach them and reconnect them with the galaxy.

• Kata training with the Force. Most likely she’ll be trained by Cal as a Jedi, but there’s a chance Merrin could also be teaching her some Nightsister magick. I’m looking forward to Kata being a fully fleshed out character.

• Declarations of love. I guess technically we got a little of that in Survivor, but both of them have yet to actually use the L-word! And I think we’d all scream at an “I love you” “I know” moment!

Things I don’t want:

• A Merrical baby. As much as it would make my shipper heart happy, there are two reasons I don’t want this. Firstly, introducing another kid would take the attention (and by that I mean the audience’s attention) away from Kata, who has yet to really have her time to shine. And secondly, it would probably contribute to the next thing in this list I don’t want…

• Threats on his family pushing Cal to the dark side. At least in a super blatant way. I’m fine with Cal struggling with the dark side, and given the way Survivor ended I’d say it’s almost necessary. (Although, I can’t see him falling completely, that would not be a very satisfying ending to his arc.) What I don’t want is Cal dabbling in the darkness in the name of protecting his family. First of all, let’s not prove the Jedi Order right! Second of all, we’ve had that story in Star Wars before! More than once! Of course, that was one of the big reasons for Anakin’s fall, but we even had that in Survivor with Bode! And while comparisons between Cal and Bode might seem poetic, they would be a lot more poetic if Bode was still alive. Obviously everything that happened still affects Cal, but from a storytelling perspective, you can’t really expect the audience to draw parallels between two characters if one never appears on screen. Case in point: Cal and Trilla shared a lot of interesting parallels in Fallen Order, but Trilla is only mentioned in Survivor once, and it’s in passing. But if Cal started doing unscrupulous things to protect his family, he would very quickly be reminded of Bode and stop himself from making the same mistakes. (Besides, lest we forget, Merrin doesn’t need protecting!)

• Cal dying. (And not just because I want him and Merrin to have the first true happily ever after in Star Wars.) It’s always the looming threat in anything set before the OT, especially with Jedi. I mean, never mind Yoda’s declaration to Luke in ROTJ that “the last of the Jedi will you be” because that’s already been proven false in pretty much every way; I’m fine with assuming that, believe it or not, Yoda may not have known everything! However, Cal has made himself a pretty high-profile Jedi in the eyes of the Empire, and one would logically assume that if he was around during the OT, Luke would have sought him out. Thus we once again run into the question of “doomed prequelitis.” Rogue One played this trope completely straight. Rebels mostly did not, but notably the two major Jedi characters were both removed from the equation. One in the form of death, and the other in the form of semi-voluntary intergalactic exile! (Of course there’s the loose thread that is Ahsoka, but there are lots of plausible ways to keep her out of the OT, so we’ll save that discussion for another day.) My point is the status quo that is established at the end of Survivor would not keep Cal and company off of Luke’s radar. They are still involved with the Hidden Path, which presumably would have ties with the larger Rebellion, and they would surely keep doing that as long as they are able. However, killing off Cal would be the easy way out in terms of storytelling. Even if his death was some kind of heroic sacrifice, it would once again be a story we have already seen many times in Star Wars. It would be lazy, repetitive writing, and with the time capsule that is Tanalorr, it does not need to be that way. All we need is a reason that they can’t leave Tanalorr and a reason no one can go in after them. Hence why I think the last compass will be destroyed!

Obviously these are just some overarching ideas for what I think the third game should look like and have little to do with gameplay or any kind of specific plot. I’ll leave that to Respawn! 😉

#jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #merrical #bd 1 #greez dritus #kata akuna #tanalorr

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doodlingfoolishness · 6 months

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Dank Farrik Tober day 24, prompt “planet.” Cal dreams of Tanalorr. Mixed media: pencil, Copic markers, chalk pencil, oil pastel, Posca acrylic pens.

#inktober #cal kestis #Jedi: survivor #Jedi survivor #Tanalorr #Star Wars #bd 1 #drawtober #dank farrik drabbles

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thedroidsyouarelookingfor · 6 months

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antianakin · 10 months

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We're gonna revisit that Caretaker Luke AU again because it brings me a certain amount of joy to think about it when I'm in a bitter mood and I just finished Jedi: Survivor, so I'm incorporating that.

Cal and Merrin DO manage to create a refuge for people persecuted by the Empire on Tanalorr and it never gets found or destroyed, so there's this little community of Force Sensitive people and Jedi survivors (and others) already built by the time the Empire falls.

So when Anakin survives and Luke commits to being Rehab for Sith for the rest of his life in order to keep the New Republic from executing Anakin or locking him up for life, there's somewhere else for Jedi and Force Sensitive people to go.

But no one will even tell Luke the NAME of the planet, much less how to get there. Because it's a known fact that if Luke knows it, so will Anakin. And nobody in their right mind would ever trust Anakin with the location of Force Sensitive children or Jedi survivors, that would be madness and stupidity. So for as long as Luke chooses to protect Anakin, he's completely isolated and cut off from all other Jedi that exist, all of their knowledge and history and training.

And even Leia can't know about it or go get training because she refuses to cut Luke out of her life. So Leia is isolated, too. And so is Han. And so is Ahsoka, because let's be completely honest, Ahsoka would 100% forgive Anakin completely in this scenario and refuse to leave him behind all over again.

Anakin hates this. Anakin's instinct is to hunt down the Hidden Path and find this planet to force them to let Luke be a part of their community or kill them all because, well, it's Anakin and someone he cares about is upset, we all know how he reacts to that. Anakin throws this idea on the table at breakfast one day and Luke has to spend several weeks talking Anakin out of committing yet another Jedi genocide, just this time in Luke's name instead of Padme's.

There is no redemption available for Anakin aside from just leaving the Jedi completely alone for the rest of his life. He can give them the gift of his absence and that is it. Same with the rest of the galaxy, honestly. The best thing he can do for the people he's hurt is get out of their way and disappear forever. Luke forgives him. Ahsoka forgives him. Obi-Wan's ghost probably forgives him.

The Jedi on Tanalorr try their very best to pretend he doesn't exist, but when the news breaks that Anakin's finally died and they're finally free and safe from the Sith, there's an obvious uptick in the general happiness among the refugees of Tanalorr. There aren't any celebrations as such, but some people decide to cook a favorite dish to share among everyone, the children are given some time off of lessons so they can go out and play, and there's just a sense of merriment that wafts through the Temple when the last Sith rejoins the Force.

#star wars #luke skywalker #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #hidden path #tanalorr #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #caretaker luke au #lol rereading this while it's in my queue and this is a somewhat more bitter take on caretaker luke au #this was clearly written before i decided quinlan came to train luke and helped anakin figure his shit out #i still stand by this post as part of the narrative #luke and leia are isolated from tanalorr and anakin doesn't have a redemption available to him

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fanfoolishness · 8 months

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what we have now

Cal awakens on Tanalorr, and what seems to be a perfect day begins to go wrong. Post-Jedi: Survivor with spoilers. Rated PG-13ish for established Merrical. Angst, grief, hope, love, ~2450 words.

The morning light of Tanalorr filters gently through cracks in the temple ceiling, sending down soft, gold-edged rays through the small private chamber where he and Merrin have set up a room. Cal mumbles, rolling over on the makeshift bed and taking half the covers with him. Merrin is warm and sleepy beside him, her skin soft against his own, and he draws her closer, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.

“We have slept in again, Cal Kestis,” she murmurs throatily. “I blame you, of course. You kept me from my rest.”

“Someone was awfully frisky last night, I seem to recall,” Cal yawns. He hardens slightly, remembering her insistent kisses last night, how she eagerly undressed him, her hands, her mouth, her --

He lets out a long breath. They have work to do this morning with the others, and he knows he shouldn’t let himself get distracted. No matter how much he might like to be.

“Still thinking about it, are you?” Merrin asks, amused. She rolls over and props herself up on one elbow, leaning over him. He drinks in the sight of her, soft gray skin and dark tattoos, a wicked grin. He bites back a groan.

Her gaze flicks back, and she peers under the covers with a knowing smirk. “Ahh. I like the way you think.”

“Hey, come on, now. We promised we’d check in,” Cal half-protests. “The Path needs us to get this housing ready, and we need to have that meeting with --”

The familiar sound of BD’s servos whirs as the little droid hops over to them, blithely ignorant of their nudity and innuendo. Cal sighs, drawing the sheets higher over Merrin and himself.

“Cal, my dear Jedi, you said you were going to teach the droid to knock.”

“I’ve been busy!” Cal says. Merrin simply raises one eyebrow and gives him one of those looks, the sort that makes his brain short-circuit and his pulse quicken. For a moment he’s tempted to tell BD-1 to come back later, that he’d made a mistake with the time and really the meeting with Cere was for tomorrow, not today.

But something disquiets him, a frisson rippling through the Force, there and gone before he can put a name to it. His arousal vanishes, and he looks away from Merrin, unsettled.

“Cal?” She sits up, the blanket falling down around her waist, the golden light bathing her skin in a warm glow. “What is it?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Something felt… off. I’m not sure what it means.” He sighs. “Probably just guilt about how late we’re going to be. We’d better get going. Make it up to you later?” He gives her a small smile, and is gratified when she returns it twofold.

Cal sends BD-1 off to wait as they get dressed, but they meet him at the front of the temple, where he is waiting patiently for them. Cal bends to lower a hand and BD clambers up to his regular perch as they step outside into the fresh air. The glorious Tanalorr morning greets them with misty light, and brightly colored banners ripple from the temple in the breeze. Gardens stretch alongside the path, tall leaves fluttering in the wind, fruits and vegetables beginning to swell and show in colors of scarlet, violet, emerald.

The three of them travel through the gardens and back along the creekside path leading away from the temple. Merrin seems content, but Cal cannot help but look over his shoulder as they walk. There is only BD-1 there, cheerful and loyal as always, but there’s still a nagging feeling, something skittering at the back of his mind.

He tries to ignore it, his feet tracing the familiar trail alongside Anchorite Creek. They cross the new stone bridge, a beautiful melding of angular Jedha architecture with jeweled motifs unique to Tanalorr; the lilac-blossomed larien tree, the clever waterhare, the carvings of the Koboh Abyss. He always appreciates this bridge and the way his footsteps ring on the stone, but for a moment it almost feels like its solid arch tremors beneath his feet.

“Did you feel that?” Cal asks. BD lets out a beep in the negative. Merrin shakes her head.

“Feel what?”

“Nothing,” Cal says, stone solid beneath his feet, and he tries to believe himself. We’ve made a perfect world. What is there to worry about?

They meet back up with the others at the village, which is already bustling at this early hour. The sight cheers him, and his odd mood fades into the background. He takes a deep breath and smells the morning meal on the breeze, rich with spice; Pyloon’s of Tanalorr keeps Greez busy, even with several residents working with him as sous chefs. He and Merrin will have to stop in for a bowl of waterhare stew when they next get a chance.

They keep heading toward their destination, passing Narkis Anchorites working with refugees from the Hidden Path, raising another set of new residences. Cal nods to them as they pass. He recognizes some of the Anchorites from Jedha. There are new members of their order, too, only identifiable by the Tanalorr-lilac stripe they wear on their sleeves.

Not everyone wears the garb of the Anchorites; droids roll or walk along the dirt streets on their business, and plenty of people with bare faces wave as they make their way to the Archives. A few of the refugees he recognizes from his days as a Padawan, other survivors besides himself: a young woman with her dark hair in tight braids, a tall man with olive skin and piercing blue eyes. Pride unfurls in his chest, pride and a fierce protectiveness. They’ve built so much here. And there is still so much more to do.

Many of those who cannot help in the physical efforts of building work in the new Archives, cataloging their growing knowledge of the Jedi Order and its history, and it’s here they head, Cal keenly aware they’re late. That must be the reason he’s feeling off. He knows exactly which slightly disappointed look Cere will be wearing --

The smell of smoke, ash dancing in the flame-choked air, red and black --

Cal staggers, sagging against the door as it slides open. “Cal!” Merrin cries, slipping a steady arm around him. On his other side, a familiar man in robes braces against him, helping Merrin to keep him upright.

“Cal! Have you taken ill?” Master Cordova asks. Together he and Merrin lead Cal to a seat near one of the desks, where he bows over himself, breathing hard. BD-1 chitters at his shoulder.

“You don’t feel it?” Cal gasps. He holds out his hands, ash coating his fingertips. He doesn’t understand. “Look at my hands. There’s something terribly wrong --”

Merrin and Master Cordova look at his hands, but they seem worried, exchanging concerned glances. “I will get Cere,” says Merrin, and claps Cal on the shoulder, her hand squeezing him tightly against his jacket. “We will figure this out, Cal. Together.”

Cal looks down at his hands again. They’re clean once more, and his head reels. What’s happening?

“Tell me what you sense, Cal,” says Master Cordova, kneeling carefully beside him. His brown eyes, always so wise, seem troubled. Cal knows it’s because of him. He tries to center himself, reaching for the Force, but it feels muted and hazy, muffled somehow.

“I saw fire,” he manages. “Fire and ash.”

“A memory, perhaps sensed by your psychometry?”

“No, this didn’t feel like a normal memory,” Cal tries to explain. “It feels like it’s something that doesn’t belong here. Like something that isn’t real, that never happened.” He gazes around the room, drawing comfort from its soaring shelves of twinkling datapads, the silver globes lighting the hall, the sweet smell of larienwood incense. He tries to ground himself in the library, in all they’ve built here. “It couldn’t have happened.”

“It may have been a vision, then,” Cordova muses, getting to his feet and sitting down on the chair beside Cal. “The Force may be sending you a message of things to come.”

Cal shakes his head in frustration. He’s not a Padawan. “I know we can have visions from the Force, Master Cordova, but I always feel so tightly bound to the past. I’ve only had visions of the future in places where the Force is magnified and concentrated, like Ilum or Bogano…. The past has always been so much easier for me to access. This didn’t feel the same way.”

“Perhaps that’s changing,” says Cere. Cal lifts his head to greet her, and their eyes meet--

She’s so light in his arms. How could someone so powerful, so strong, be so, so still?

Cal recoils, panting. The smoke chokes him, blinds him, engulfs him. He’s lost in it, reaching for his lightsaber, finding nothing there. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling, hoping, begging. “Cere -- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have been there --”

“You okay there, scrapper?”

Cal opens his eyes. The smoke has vanished as quickly as it had come, and the temple soars over him, golden daylight streaming through its windows. Bode gives him a broad, easy grin, smile lines crinkling at the edges of his eyes. Dagan’s lightsaber hums in his palm.

“This isn’t right,” Cal whispers. “It isn’t real --”

He raises a gloved hand. Imperial black against crisp ISB white. He lets the frantic rage shriek through him, a desperate eruption of pure hate boiling forth, he wants this, needs this, a weapon, he’s nothing but a weapon --

The temple shatters around him, Tanalorr shatters around him, and he remembers everything.

***

“Cal! Cal. Come back to me, Jedi,” Merrin murmurs throatily. He realizes her arms are around him, holding him tight against her chest, his cheek nestled against the soft skin between her breasts. Her twin heartbeats pulse in his ear, a metronome grounding him here, now, safe.

For a moment, they simply stay there.

“What happened?” she asks in a soft voice.

Cal reluctantly sits up, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling. They’re in the Mantis, back in one of the narrow bunks they insist on squeezing into together. He knows they could sleep separately, but neither of them like to do it anymore if they can help it.

“I dreamed of Tanalorr. The way it should have been.” His throat constricts, and it takes him a moment to steady his voice. “It was beautiful, Merrin.” He wants to tell her everything. The new Archives, the lush gardens, the voices in the streets; Cordova… Cere….

Instead he buries his face in the crook between her neck and her shoulder, and breathes in, and breathes out.

She strokes his hair gently, fingers twining through the strands that tickle the back of his neck. She presses a kiss to his forehead. “We will make it so, Cal. I promise you.”

“Maybe. I hope so. But she’ll never see it.”

Her fingers still, then shift for her hand to cup his cheek. She slowly lifts his chin until he’s gazing at her, her dark eyes bright. “No, she will not. That is something we cannot change.” She blinks, and a flicker of her own grief passes across her face, a painful mirror to his own. “I miss her too. Cere and Cordova both, but Cere… she was part of our family.” Tears glisten, unshed but unashamed, in her eyes.

They haven’t talked of Cere this openly in weeks, busy with fighting the Empire on Koboh and taking care of Kata. But now the loss is here, sitting in the space between their breath, and the wound aches so, so much.

Anger flares within him. How can his mind have given him so much detail of Tanalorr vibrant and growing, of a world where they’d truly won, and yet so little of Cere? When he would have given anything to see her again, to speak with her -- to apologize --

But he remembers how his mind had tried to tell him he was dreaming, and his heart sinks. He had known. Even in the midst of a dream that felt realer than real, he’d known.

There is no bringing Cere back, not even in a dream.

Cal swallows, feeling sick. It’s all a mess, and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to feel about any of it. The Jedi Order would tell him to let it go, but the Jedi Order itself is dust and ashes, and he feels the feelings anyway, Order be damned.

Grief feels different now than it did as a child. It’s no less confusing than it was then, but back then he’d been so desperate to survive, so powerless to protect himself, that he’d shoved the feelings down as far as they could go. Now the feelings and the Force are both as powerful as they’ve ever been. He feels the Force crackling throughout him, body and soul, straining to be used. He’s healed his connection… but is that such a good thing, now? There’s violence poisoning his connection, an intoxicating rage, a searing hatred, the darkness…

He shivers, and he steps away from it, for now.

“I don’t know--” His breath hitches. There’s water tracking at the edges of his eyelids, a burn in his chest. “Even through everything, even when we were apart, she was always guiding me. And without her, I don’t know if I can be enough. For Tanalorr… for the Path… for Kata….” Imperial black on ISB white. “For you.”

“You are enough for me, Cal Kestis,” she says, and he sinks back into her embrace.

“But the future --”

“Is what we can make of it,” Merrin says, her voice steely. “We will find the way together, you and I. That is how we will honor Cere and Cordova. And the Jedi, and my sisters. And if you stumble in the darkness, I will lead you by the hand; and if I do not see the path, your light will guide me.” She kisses him, her open mouth slanting over his, then pulls back. She blazes with determination, so beautiful he can hardly bear it. “Do you trust me?”

The world falls away, and Cal lets it. There is only this moment, shimmering between them. The grief and darkness will be there waiting for him when he returns, he knows that much, but for now, there is only Merrin. He takes her hand in his, and he knows that no matter what lies ahead, the two of them are bound together.

“Always,” he whispers.

She smiles, and the world feels perfect once again.

#merrical #cal x merrin #merrin x cal #jedi: survivor #jedi: survivor spoilers #tanalorr #jedi: survivor fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #my jedi fic

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