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moonlit-imagines · 4 months

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Headcanons for being another displaced Padawan with Cal Kestis

Cal Kestis x jedi!reader

warnings: angst, STAR WARS JEDI SURVIVOR SPOILERS

a/n:

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you and cal went way back

like, jedi padawan back

so after the purge, about five years later, you guys reunited by chance. thanks to cere junda, no less

and, god, seeing someone so familiar after trying to get by on your own, someone who knew the feeling of the trajectory of your life being thrown off before you were ready, that wasn’t easy to come by

“you’re here” -cal

“i’m here” -you

“we survived” -cal

“just barely” -you

cere was delighted that the two of you could have lifted each other’s spirits so much, which was very much needed in desperate times, as you two were just given a very important mission by a former jedi master in your order

you and cal kicked some serious ass together, helping one another relearn old lessons your masters had taught during your youth

“i think running across walls was the hardest thing i was ever taught” -you

“it took me forever to get that right! i could only get two steps in before i plummeted to the floor!” -cal

you shared a lot of stories and emotions during travels, in private

and not all of them were positive, but this was the first chance you’d had in five years to face these emotions, to air out your feelings

“do you miss the clones? i was so fond of our battalion, they were always so kind to me” -you

“i think…i think that was the worst part. the people who defended us in battle, gave me pep talks before training, always there, that same face at every turn suddenly behind the blaster that was meant to put me down” -cal

“i miss them” -you

cal and you had your missions together…and separately. you’d be on one planet and he on the other, trying to race the empire and inquisitors to the holocron

“it could happen all over again” -you

“it could be the key to saving the galaxy” -cal

“or we’d be creating a generational tragedy” -you

“so would the empire” -cal

“you’ve got me there” -you

cal gifting you ponchos from his travels (lol)

“any chance you like pink?” -cal

“well…” -you

braving zeffo alone while you knew cal was somewhere far more dangerous, you had a bad feeling about it

but your teachings from the order were always the same, no attachment. mission first, feelings second…no, last

but on cal’s adventure, he found merrin, a nightsister from dathomir

you hadn’t seen any nightsisters since ventress, which did happen to make you feel a bit off

“cal…you sure?” -you

“trust me, y/n. things have changed. merrin is just like us” -cal

“cal told me much about you. another survivor. a pleasure” -merrin

you and merrin grew quite close actually

she was truly spectacular, and swapping stories with her was sort of educational

“wait…the jedi responsible for the nightsister genocide? you said lightsabers, plural? how many?” -you

“four” -merrin

“two green, two blue?” -you

“precisely. how did you know?” -merrin

“hang on, no way—” -cal

“my master killed him shortly before we were split up…when the clones turned” -you

“grevious? really? master kenobi finally got him?” -cal

“who is this ‘grevious?’” -merrin

“general grevious, he was a separatist general—a cyborg. he wasn’t a jedi, he stole lightsabers from his kills. he ordered the attack on your home” -cal

“i’m so sorry, merrin” -you

you three were still healing from many scars, but doing it together was much more achievable than trying alone

it was a wonder you even made it to fortress inquisitorius

you, cal, cere. all three of you fought like hell to save those kids.

now, cal and you, you two had much different perspectives than say, cere or trilla

displaced padawans. little guidance. cal was barely old enough to even be a padawan learner, but times were desperate and the order called upon the youngling to start quite early. you were in a similar boat. it made you two see eye to eye better than most

trilla, a padawan with much more training and insight, one who was failed by the order that she was most loyal to. failed by her own master.

cere, a devout jedi master who failed many people who were counting on her. who lost herself to a side of herself that every jedi is supposed to fight.

and just before any resolution could come of all of you together, the famed and feared darth vader showed himself

and the sinking feeling you felt before he arrived froze you

“what is it, y/n? y/n?” -cere

*ominous breathing sounds*

you shook off the feeling, fleeing instead

cal and you were split up when you swore vader made a point to hold you back

“run cal! get out of here!” -you

“y/n l/n, i was hoping i would see you” -vader “where is obi-wan?!”

“i thought you were dead” -you

“is that what he told you?” -vader

“you’re going to kill me to get back at him? i haven’t seen him since the purge, anakin! i left!” -you

“there is no anakin!” -vader “did you leave, or did he leave you?”

“are you just going to let cal get away?” -you

“he can’t get far” -vader

“my journey is not important to you” -you

“you are like me, y/n. obi-wan failed us. these inquisitors are weak, impressionable, disposable. but i know how you think. i know how he thinks. i give you the opportunity to join me. fight with me.” -vader

“i saw the holotapes, anakin. i saw what you did to the younglings and i will not let you do it again. we are not alike, obi-wan did not fail me. i took a page out of ahsoka’s book, i found my own path. and it is not beside you.” -you

“this is not over, y/n. i trust you’ll find your way out” -vader, force pushing you off a ledge

you did find you way back out and merrin was quick to save you before going back for cal

you were left completely unharmed, as well, which was quite the surprise to everyone else

“what happened back there, y/n?” -cal

“nothing i’d like to relive” -you

cal nodded and let it go, focusing on the holocron floating before you all

your mind kept replaying memories as they discussed what to do with it

memories of anakin’s massacre. vader’s speech. younglings you couldn’t save. luke and leia somewhere across the galaxy. the inquisitors.

“destroy it.” -you

in one quick swipe, cal took his lightsaber to the glowing blue cube. no questions asked

and from there on, it was no longer about the order. you remembered why you left in the first place. the purge, the politics, your master couldn’t contain himself. your troops turned their blasters on you. everything you were taught was bantha fodder. and you were just a padawan

it was now about disassembling. scaring the people in power while giving the little guy some hope.

“this is a much better gig than obi-wan playing by the rules” -you

“from what you told me, him and anakin never played by the rules” -cal

the name made you shudder, but you pushed past it

“well, anakin was known as the rulebreaker. obi-wan always tried to reel him in. but, i’ve noticed a rule or two that master kenobi had bent” -you

“anakin has a padawan too, right?” -cal

“he did. she was also a rule breaker. when she left the order, i almost followed her. last i heard, she went to mandalore with half of the 501st. i, uh—” -you

“right…” -cal

you were still haunted from the encounter on nurr. still hadn’t told cal and it was eating you up inside.

but the fighting made it feel better

dismantling, stealing, helping

and then merrin left. and cere. and greez settled down. and you and cal were just two makeshift jedi knights with your tragic pasts and your need to keep your place in the galaxy

and keep each other close

but not too close

those rules you followed, the one’s obi-wan followed, you threw them out a long time ago. the jedi order was corrupt. you examined each council master postmortem and decided that they were all flawed despite their rank. you hated them for it.

but decided the one teaching you would follow would be to lose hate, a step to the dark side.

you didn’t really even know at this point, what was the difference between right and wrong anymore

cal and you continued fighting. joined up with saw gerrera. never left each other’s sides

which…sparked feelings you’d never really been taught or told how to deal with

only aversion, really. but it wasn’t like you didn’t really talk about it

“i don’t really see the problem with it. look at everything else we do, that’s not exactly the jedi way” -you

“it’s dangerous” -cal

“love is dangerous?” -you

“attachment is” -cal

“i figured you already had attachments. we were all a crew before this” -you

“i let them all go” -cal

“and you’d let me go?” -you

you began constantly questioning these ways and trying to fight for a new future with cal, without pressing too hard

but it was hard to ignore those feelings and harder to constantly be denied by your old life

and it was harder when the new crew always teased you two

“come on, kestis. if you don’t, i will” -gabs

“yeah, just go for it. who’s it hurting?” -bravo

“i’m just not ready to go there” -cal

you were more bothered than you let on

but you always put the mission first

up until your trip back to coruscant

“this is just a reminder of how little it all matters now. there’s no one left.” -you

“that’s why it matters” -cal

the intensity of this mission made it so it was just the two of you again

and maybe that would spark something…but you doubted it

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geekywritings · 1 year

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“I didn’t expect you.”

You didn’t think I was done with Cal x reader fluff, did you?

Cal and reader have been traveling together for quite a while, but Cal struggles to sort his feelings. Until now.

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The only life Cal Kestis had known for the longest time was the one dictated by the Jedi Order. His entire path in life had appeared so certain back then. Training at the Temple, further learning as a Padawan, the trials and finally serving as a Jedi Knight in his own right before taking on his own apprentice.

Only half of that had come to fruition. Long before he even started thinking about the trials, everything he had ever known was burned to ashes. His past, his present and his future.

He had to forge a new one for himself. Something, the temple had never prepared him for…

Lost, in hiding and scared, the young survivor had to learn the hard way how many lessons he had been missing. How little the Jedi life was connected to that of normal individuals in the galaxy.

He had managed somehow, making the best of his dire situation and finding ways to stay alive and out of sight. Unfortunately, this wasn’t any way to live. Not for a Jedi. Not for someone like Cal, with his strong sense of justice and desperate need for a purpose in life.

Cere and Greeze had been lifesavers in more ways than one. They had saved him from certain death at the hands of Trilla, but also from a far more painful and slow decay of his spirit.

He was fighting again, to rebuild the order, to protect innocents and to destroy the Empire. And with each fight and every ally he won, Cal’s confidence grew. He had begun learning new lessons, taking him further and further away from the Order and every rule he had ever lived by.

And then you had appeared, while he was on an errand run for Greeze on a small, desolate moon in the Outer-Rim.

You had literally dropped from the sky, right into his arms, the Jedi catching you purely on instinct. What a vision you had been! Dressed in a light blue dress, your hair braided and adorned with little trinkets that matched your necklace, earrings and bracelets.

He hadn’t realized it at that moment, but you had been a bride on the run.

“Help me.”

The first words you had ever spoken to him, as the calls of your family members and destined groom boomed from the building above.

“Please.”

All Cal had been able to do was nod, placing your feet on the ground and grabbing your hand instead, as he navigated you through the crowd and back to the Mantis. No questions asked, he had simply offered the help you had asked for.

That had been three or four years ago, and all memory of the forced marriage had already paled in your memory. Instead, your mind was mostly filled with thoughts of him. Your saviour. Your friend. Your comrade on the battlefield. The man you had grown to care for.

What you didn’t know: Cal’s thoughts also hadn’t stopped gravitating around you since that day.

From your sudden first appearance until now, you kept surprising him at every turn. You turned out to be an excellent fighter, using a staff almost as confidently as he wielded his lightsaber. You also shared his interest in tinkering, constantly finding ways to improve or fix something around the Mantis. What was most surprising was your personality, however: So positive, so joyful, so full of energy.

The Jedi could be having the worst of days, but one smile or joke from you and he’d find his mood lifting. One touch from your hand and he was willing to face Vader himself. Cal was feeling things around you he had never experienced before… and he knew right away that this was the thing the Jedi Temple had forbidden. This kind of all-consuming attachment, undying loyalty and sheer attraction would have him drop everything for you in a heartbeat. And it didn’t even feel wrong.

Recently, it had started to weigh on his mind more and more, as he found it increasingly difficult to push his feelings down. He cared for you. Loved you. Desired you.

Theoretically, there was nothing that stopped him from just giving in… apart from that tiny voice in the back of his mind, resembling that of his Master far too much. It reminded him of the Code, the vow he had made to follow it, to always be a good student and never disappoint his teacher.

“Look what I found!”, your happy voice tore him right out of another round of debating with his conscience and he turned to look at your beaming smile as you held up some spare part he couldn’t identify at first glance.

“You said you wanted an upgrade for BD, so he could protect himself more.”, you clarified. “It’s a tiny electro shocker. I didn’t even know they came that small.” The excitement was radiating from you like the sun, and Cal found it impossible not to smile at least a little, as he took the part from you for a closer look.

“That’s great.”, he said, but the tone in his voice had your joy falter.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked.

“Nothing…. Just thinking.”, he replied, unable to lie to you.

“What about?” You could be incredibly pushy and persistent and Cal contemplated whether he could talk himself out of this one. In the end, he concluded that he could not.

“About the Jedi Order. The code and… how I can still honor it.”

While he spoke, you had hopped onto the table he was sitting at, staring at him with a serious expression. You had known little about Jedi before meeting Cal and even now, your understanding of them felt patchy. Mostly, because you found yourself disagreeing with a lot of the things Cal had told you about.

“You are honoring it by continuing to fight what the Order stood for.”, you eventually shared your honest thoughts with him. “Peace. Balance. Justice.” Those were the things you did respect about the fallen order.

“But times have changed. The rules have changed, if you want to compare it to a game.”, you eventually continued when Cal didn’t say anything. “You adapted to stay alive while staying true to yourself. That is commendable.”

How were you so good at this, he wondered. How were you so capable of taking his doubts and worries, picking them apart with just the right words?

Green eyes were staring at you as you argued about some of the Jedi rules being outdated and impossible to follow anyway.

“We are humans, you and I. We are meant to feel sad, happy, jealous, excited, joyous and all the other things.”, you concluded with a firm nod. “If we lock it all away, are we even really alive then?”

Coming from someone, who wore their heart on their sleeve, it was probably true. You were driven by emotion in almost all you did and so far, you had never regretted it.

Cal’s expression had changed during your talk, his shoulders relaxing and his lips twitching back into a smile. Ultimately, he even chuckled.

“I wasn’t joking!”, you said, lightly punching his shoulder.

“I’m not laughing at you.”, he assured you, catching your hand before you could land a second punch and holding it in his. “I’m just thinking how much you surprise me every day.”

Your confused blinking invited him to elaborate.

“I should see it coming by now, but I never do… I didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect you.”

His thumb was now gently stroking over your skin, keeping a hold of your hand in his.

“I always thought I’d be walking the Jedi path. Even after the Order disappeared… I wanted to force that path back into existence… And then you showed up… and everything changed.”

He took a deep breath, eyes wandering from your joined hands to your face. Why had he hesitated for so long? Why had he kept his feelings bottled in? The old path was gone and no amount of fighting would bring it back. But he could walk a new one. With you.

“I think it’s time for me to take my life into my own hands… find my own destiny. Unrelated to the Order.” Still, he was dancing around it and although you knew what he was probably trying to get to, you didn't try and help him right away.

“I want to build a new life. With you.”, he finally said. “I wanted to for quite some time, but…”

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you leaned down, capturing his lips with yours in a kiss you had been dying to give for months. Cal was so stunned, he couldn’t even return the gesture.

Slowly, you pulled away with a smile. “You are horrible at confessions, Cal.”, you told him. Your entire body was tingling pleasantly, your belly hot and your heart swelling with so much joy, it felt as if it would burst any second

“I love you too, you overthinking Jedi.”, you said, having no qualms about saying the words he had trouble finding.

Your own confession worked like a stim to Cal’s system and instantly he was up on his feet, standing before you and leaning in to kiss you. Whatever hesitation had been there before was gone all of a sudden, as his hands wove into your hair, keeping you locked to him as the kiss grew deeper.

You weren’t holding back either, giving in to every bit of passion you felt at that moment.

“If we get married, I hope you won’t jump out of the window like you did when we met, though.”, he spoke after you broke apart.

“Bad confession followed by a bad marriage proposal? We will have to work on that, Cal.”, you teased back and he chuckled before kissing you again. He would learn. He was ready for new things. As long as they were with you.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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breakfastteatime · 11 months

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For @sauntering-down and everyone else - all the little story moments throughout Survivor that I love. They are in no order whatsoever. I will continue to update this as I go through my second playthrough:

Cal telling Zee he had people who looked after him on Bracca.

A bounty hunter once got the jump on Cal, but the twins saved him and that's how they became friends. I definitely wanna know more.

Cal 'didn't miss' the commando droids, suggesting he encountered them in the Clone Wars.

Cal talking about his first experience with droidekas and how he froze, meaning Master Tapal had to save him.

Cere taught Cal to confuse people, but he comments she probably didn't intend for him to use it to turn his enemies against each other.

Cal says he's 'more of a poncho guy' when Zee is horrified he isn't wearing traditional Jedi clothing.

I know everyone jokes about it, but Cal introducing himself and BD to everyone is his way of telling the galaxy the Jedi aren't completely gone.

Greez named a drink after Cere but warned her it's sour (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Cal and Cere talking through their differences and Cal understanding why she does what she does. He even sounds upset that no one ever asked him to help out with The Hidden Path ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Cere admitting she struggles every day with the dark side but telling Cal that thinking of him and Trilla reminds her to be strong. Yes, I cried writing this.

If you hold R1 while riding a nekko or a spammel, Cal will pet them and talk to them. He'll even thank the nekko if you're riding one while taking out enemies.

The echo Cal finds on Nova Garon where he realises the people he killed there were scared of him.

Greez mentions how his new arm is great for self-defence and Cal sounds SO WORRIED when he asks "you've been getting into fights?" 🥺

When Zee suggests that Cal is BD-1's master, he says they're "partners and friends." 😭 Zee apologises for any offence she may have caused.

#star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor spoilers

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animatedjen · 1 month

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Hello! Just wanted to say, I recently finished Jedi: Fallen Order and the game has been such a good experience that it’s making me want to write once more! Absolutely in love with Cal, especially the Inquisitor Cal Kestis concept and my mind has been bombarded with so many ideas lately. Enough to make a hefty draft, and your gorgeous videos only motivated me even further! I’ve been thinking either use an OC alongside Cal or make it reader insert, although the former would be easier for me, I’ll see. I’m hoping to make it a multi chapter story but who knows when it’ll actually be done. But yeah, just wanted to say thanks for sharing your creations, they are so beautiful and motivating!

Fallen Order is so good!! Having the Inquisitors as Cal's primary enemy throughout the game - representing the opposite of Cal but also what he could've become - works really well. Trilla being Cere's former padawan only adds to that tension (I do miss her though, I really do)

I've seen both OC and reader-insert stories floating around the JFO community so I think either could work? But all my respect to writers who tackle long-form, multi-chapter projects! It helps that there's a lot of directions you can go with Inquisitor Cal... in most of them he has a bad time but still, directions.

And cool to hear my videos can be part of your motivation :) Traitor Inquisitorius started as a way to test mods and whoops, this song fits really well and wait, how many cutscenes can be reshaped around this AU?? Makes me want to do another JFO video someday since it's way, way easier to film/mod compared to Survivor. But I'll probably need a break after TI Pt2 despite how many edit ideas I'm still sitting on AHH

Happy writing!!

#asks #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #traitor inquisitorious

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kanerallels · 4 months

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#1, 7, 8, and 15 for the fic ask game, please ?

1.What's something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? Ummmm good question. Oh! With one of the random obsessions I had this year, I didn't overthink my need to write fan fic, or go overboard. Instead I just wrote a bunch of one shots while the obsession remained, and didn't get too worried about the plot or anything. It was really fun, turned out well, and I think I would do it again!

7. What character(s) captured your heart? ALWAYS Kanera. But I had a lot of fun writing some (unpublished) Trilla content, and Inspector Wellington from Miss Scarlet And The Duke was very fun to write!

8. Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year? Yup! Probably some others, but the main one I can think of would be Miss Scarlet and the Duke (William x Eliza) and The Company You Keep (Charlie x Emma, obviously!). Oh and Saville and Galen from Valiant by Sarah McGuire, too! OH WAIT AND CHENFORD FROM THE ROOKIE dang I wrote for a lot of new ships this year

15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023! Oooh! Um let's go with "Traditions", one of my two Jacen Syndulla Week fan fics! It features our Ghost crew beloveds, plus also my OC ship for Jacen which I wrote roughly 53 k words of context for a couple years back

#thanks for the ask!!#fan fic ask game

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imogenkol · 1 year

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— WIP WEDNESDAY

I know I was tagged by people what feels like forever ago, so I’ll just send out general (no pressure) tags this time: @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @detectivelokis @marivenah @corvosattano @roofgeese @shadowglens @shegetsburned @jinfromyarikawa @aceghosts @simonxriley @risingsh0t @chuckhansen @queennymeria @voidika @minaharkers @unholymilf + anyone else who wants to share a wip (tag me!)

The girls are fighting 💕 (minor spoilers for Survivor)

Their blades crossed with a shrill screech, crimson red clashing with cobalt blue. Cal pushed against her, but Imogen held her ground. He had grown stronger since their last contest and she appreciated the extra challenge he brought this time around. Imogen needed it. She worried her skill would dull since she joined the Guild, as most of her bounties did not compare to the prey she had been trained for. She missed facing off with a Jedi.

“Congratulations, young knight,” Imogen mused as the light of their sabers crackled in her eyes. “Your power seems adept instead of merely substandard.”

“Or maybe you’re losing your edge,” he replied through gritted teeth.

Imogen sneered and threw him back with a blast of Force energy. Cal managed not to lose his footing, but he skidded several yards away. “Would you prefer I not hold back?”

He resumed his defensive stance. “Trilla didn’t.”

She chuckled darkly. “Oh, you are a fool, Cal Kestis. You always will be.”

“And yet you’re helping Dagan. Why?”

“He has offered me a place on Tanalorr.” Imogen did not belong anywhere in the known galaxy and she grew weary of searching. The promise of this hidden world was simply too tempting to ignore, though she still harbored doubts. Dagan’s vision sounded too good to be true – a fantasy that a lost and ambitious man conjured. But she was lost, too. If a planet that even the Empire could not reach didn’t fulfill her deepest desire, then she truly had nowhere to go.

“Do you really think you can trust him?”

“Am I to trust you?”

Cal kept his blade raised, but risked a step closer. “You and I want the same thing, you just don’t realize it. The same way I didn’t realize I wanted to destroy the Holocron, too.”

Imogen’s eyes narrowed. “You… destroyed it?”

“Yes.”

In a spite-fueled rage, Imogen lunged. Cal parried her swift strikes and attempted to create distance between them, but Imogen kept up the pressure relentlessly. After the carefully curated effort she had put into her mission to destroy the Holocron – the threat of Cal’s naive ambition to guide the Force sensitive children listed within it – and he just destroyed it himself anyway. Imogen was furious.

The bright spark of their clashed blades flashed in her vision once more, but she did not flinch away. Her attention remained locked on her opponent with unbreakable focus.

“You’re attacking me because I did what you wanted?” Cal asked, exasperated.

“I am attacking you because you vex me, Jedi,” Imogen snarled. “As if I would waste my time with the likes of you!”

She drew on her connection to the Force for her next blow and managed to shatter Cal’s guard. He toppled to the ground, but rolled out of the way just in time to avoid her downward thrust. The tip of her red blade melted through the durasteel floor, leaving her open for a split second.

Cal jumped up and slashed towards Imogen’s head. She anticipated the attack, deftly side-stepping out of the way, the hum of his weapon streaking by her ear with a rush of air. Imogen pulled her saber free and blocked his backswing. To gain another advantage, she aimed for his lower legs. As he quickly hopped over, she pushed him back again with more Force energy. Cal gracefully rode the momentum, flipping through the air and landing light on his feet.

With the distance between them, she launched her lightsaber and sent it spinning right for the Jedi’s midsection. Of course, Cal parried it, but Imogen charged as she called the blade back to her hand. She lept and caught the hilt mid-air, intending to bring it down mercilessly. Cal moved with blinding speed, dodging her attack and flanking her. Imogen had just enough of an opportunity after landing to position her blade at her back and block his incoming strike.

“It doesn’t have to be this way!” Cal shouted. “We were once on the same side.”

Imogen shoved his blade away. “I was never on your side.”

“I meant before the Empire. I might not have known you in the Order, but we were family.”

That statement stopped her short. Something other than fury burned inside her chest – something she thought she had carved out of herself long ago. “The Jedi were not my family.”

“They took you in and guided you. They gave you a home,” he argued.

Through her disdain, Imogen felt a twinge she couldn’t quite place right away. Cal’s experience with the Order had been drastically different from hers, she knew this already, but the passion in his voice and righteousness written all over his face brought forth an envy that made her almost somber. She couldn’t decide if she felt pity for him or for herself.

“You understand nothing, Cal,” She said and lunged at him once more.

#my writing #oc insp: imogen kol #ahhh I finally get to write more drama between these two #yeah she aligns with Dagan at first for a lot of reasons #but she’ll also take any excuse to fight Cal #it’s a lot of fun to write her in her pre-Bix era she was such a menace #I mean she still is but #brotp: a force to be reckoned with

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spiras-outpost · 6 months

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Trilla Suduri lives on in the games on my phone 😭😭😭

#second sister #trilla suduri #trilla i miss you #star wars #ahsoka #shin hati #sabine wren #jedi fallen order

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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Lost & Found - Cal Kestis - Part 8

A/N: TW - Fighting, shooting and slight injury other than that enjoy chapter 8!!

PS - a lovely anon told me Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga reminds them of this story and I can't stop listening to it ❤️

Cal had seen this before and was only just begging to understand it when he surrendered to the Empire but how you had this power he didn't know, well he now had an idea but he couldn't work out how it was you came to end up on Bracca. He watched in shock as Trilla flew backwards into the trees and hit one with a thump and slid to the floor, motionless, his eyes then darted to you as you fell to your knees, exhausted from the power you'd just unleased, Cal knew that kind of exhaustion well, he'd experienced it himself when he first started his training with Jaro Tapal but he couldn't think about that now, he needed to get you out of there, Trilla wouldn't forgive you for this, her offer of joining them would be well and truly off the table when she got back up.

"Can you get up?" He asked frantically pulling you up from the ground, you nodded at him weakly and pulled yourself up using his arms and fell into his side, wrapping an arm around you Cal started towards the trees you had come through. "Where's your ship?" He questioned you again, knowing you were in no state to pilot yourself you croaked one word at him "Mantis" and pointed in the general direction of where it was, Cal tensed but headed that way, he knew he didn't want to do this, to see them, it was just more people he'd be putting in danger, he knew they wouldn't have let him go but he also knew Cere would've known the dangers of coming after him, what he hadn't counted on was you leaving them and coming after him yourself. Force pushing branches out of his way and dragging you with him, he hoped Trilla was still on the floor where you'd put her and that the Mantis wasn't far, he stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with Merrin, she took him in for a second and supported your other side and the three of you were moving again "Was that her? The power? I felt it." Cal nodded at the Night Sister and she gasped "She's like me" he nodded again "You're not alone anymore, Merrin" he gave her a small smile, she smiled back "Neither are you Cal Kestis" the three of you stumbled into the clearing as blaster shots fired past your heads towards the Mantis and there was Cere, stood at the top of the loading ramp shooting back, Cal and Merrin looked at you, you nodded to tell them you could stand by yourself and they turned to defend against the Storm Troopers that were gathering in the clearing "Captain! Get ready!" Cere yelled through the ship to Greez "You three, on board, now! She shouted down, Cal realised then that he had in fact missed this, missed them and that he had no choice, the Troopers had seen him turn to defend his old friends and Trilla knew he was too attached to you, with or without him now you would be hunted and If that was the case he was going to be there to fight for you.

The three of you started up the ramp as Trilla came into the clearing, a face like thunder, she was out for blood, her arm shot up and you shot forward, dragged through the middle of Cal and Merrin and fell to your knees again halfway down the ramp "Are you really going to give this all up Eleventh Brother, all the power we've taught you how to wield, all for a little witch?" She spat at Cal as she took a step closer, Cal had moved to stand in front of you as Merrin was pulling you back to your feet, BD nudging your thigh, encouraging you to get up "You won't touch her again" Cal spoke through his teeth anger seeping out of every pore on his body. "We need to go if we're going!" Greez shouted from the depths of the ship, blaster bolts still flying, Merrin pulled you up the ramp and into the ship as one of the bolts grazed the side of your face.

Cal was still in a stand off with the Second Sister who had now ignited her Lightsaber and was waiting for Cal to make his move, he looked over his shoulder at Cere and mouthed something at her that you couldn't make out, his eyes then connected with yours and you understood what was happening, you didn't have the strength to stand or stop it as Cal stepped off the ramp, Cere stepped into the ship and hit the button to close the ramp "Let's go Greez" she spoke "What about the kid?!" Greez challenged back. "We need to go. Now." You clawed desperately at Merrin's arms as she held you tight and stopped you from throwing yourself out of the ship "She'll kill him Cere!" You screamed at the older Jedi Master. "We can't leave him!" She sighed "We have too" and with that she went and joined Greez as the ramp closed and you'd heard the first collision of Lightsabers.

You hadn't spoken to any of them for days, not even BD-1 who hadn't left your side. Your face was sore from where the blaster had grazed you but it was nothing compared to the crushing emptiness you felt in your chest. The only time you left your chambers was when Merrin forced you out for training, you couldn't blame her for wanting another Night Sister but you hadn't been able to do any Magik since you'd thrown all you had at Trilla but Merrin was determined to not let you give up, she tried her best to be encouraging "When you master this, we can go and get Cal, I'll come with you" but all it did was fill your veins with ice, he was dead, you were sure of it this time, Trilla had been so angry she wouldn't have let him live, if she hadn't killed him yet you were sure he'd spent the last few days stuck in that chair. You didn't cry anymore, you were sure you had no tears left but you'd never felt an ache like you felt now.

Bogano is where you'd ended up, the four of you had found refuge there and had decided to stay for a little while, just long enough for everyone to mourn Cal and to figure out the next move. Your next move was simple, you'd leave again, Cal was the only reason you had reunited with them in the first place and without him there was no place for you, you'd been thinking about Dathomir, what seemed to be your home planet, Merrin had told you there was nothing left of Dathomir, only death and that she could teach you everything you needed to know, still you wanted to see it, but you wanted to see it with Cal, he'd promised when the two of you had been rescued from Bracca that after he'd restored the order that he would come with you to find out who you are before he became Master Kestis, swore that he would find a place for you within the order so you could stay with him, if only the two of you had known what was to come.

Merrin had dragged you off of the Mantis for more training and she'd kicked your ass again, you had only managed to conjure one tiny little flame of Magick, not enough to do anything but she was pleased with it and had left you sat in the long grass after two hours of pushing you, BD-1 right next to you as always. "I miss him BD, he was coming back to himself" the first words you had spoken to the droid or to anyone in days sent the little droid into overdrive and he was bouncing around you, you patted the top of his head and looked up to the sky, squinting at what seemed to be a ship coming into land way to fast on the other side of temple, it came down in a blaze and hit the ground and you took off running towards the wreckage.

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Girl you're so real for that last Cal post. I can just imagine a scene in an alternative Always Red where Trilla is frustratedly trying to explain to Cal that killing your allies is a big No No. And he's just. On an unhinged rant about the poetry of love as violence and violence as love and the importance of unshakable bonds wherever they're found. And she's just like. Frustrated big sister sighing wanting to throttle the idiot for missing The Point and also now they need to have a convo about fraternising with the enemy

Oh boy, anon. You've gone and done it now. Please enjoy this In Between

Inquisitor Cal Kestis / Second Sister Trilla Suduri

1926 words

Trilla and Cal have a conversation where he tries to explain the inherent romance of hunting another human being and the merits of violence as a love language.

This takes place between Chapters 1 and 2 of Always Red.

It Won't Be Easy

Within the fortress Inquisitorius the day appeared much like any other. A sterile environment so pristinely kept that there is a reflective specter looking back in every surface. Outside, the weather is surprisingly pleasant. A sun is shining over the choppy sea that is normally battering the fortress with walls of salt water with wave after wave.

The Second Sister stands, spine erect with her hands clasped neatly behind her back in the debriefing room before the massive window with her eyes on the horizon. The Fifth Brother rattles off the happenings of his most recent mission and his misgivings concerning their sister in arms, Trilla contemplates the rays of sunshine on the horizon, one’s she never thought possible on Nur.

“She’s too unpredictable. It is a liability to have her on mission,” he complains in his baritone voice.

“The unexpected can be made into an advantage if you are clever. Did you come here to tell me you are not clever?” Suduri’s tone is measured but belittling.

“Ah, no Second Sister. I only have the Empire’s interest-“

“Allow your betters to concern themselves with the Empire’s interests. You just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Second Sister.”

“And do not concern me with the actions of your brethren unless I ask for an update directly. Assume I am already aware of their behavior.”

“Yes Second Sister,” is all the Fifth Brother can seem to say.

“Next time there will be consequences,” she menaces casually.

“Yes, Sec-“

Just then the absurdly tall sliding doors open with a dramatic whoosh. The thirteenth Brother ushers himself in as though he was announced.

“Inquisitor Kestis,” Trilla pretends to sound annoyed at the lack of decorum.

“In the flesh,” Cal’s tone is casual, a mockery of the Fifth Brothers rigidness. “Here for the Zeffo debriefing. Oh hey five,” Cal tosses the greeting across the way as he seats himself at the massive obsidian table, sliding his chair in with a screech.

His nose is swollen, offset and bruised all over in purple and blue. Cal’s delightful demeanor does not lend itself to the condition of his face.

“We are not yet fini-“ the Fifth Brother starts, clearly irritated.

“You are dismissed, Fifth Brother.” Trilla cuts him off tersely and stands resolute and unchallenged.

The corners of the Fifth Brother’s mouth turn down into a deep frown but he wastes no time getting to his feet. His displeasure is made known only by the short pause he spares beside Cal’s chair to look down his nose at his fellow Inquisitor. Unbothered, Cal lifts his legs to rest his feet on the arm of the nearest chair before twittering his fingers in a childish dismissal of his compatriot.

Fifth Brother groans audibly and tosses a last look of disapproval at his superior before striding from the room.

Cal crosses his arms over his chest and watches Trilla move away from the window.

“I take it your mission was a success?” She asks with a mite less crispness in her voice. “Is the Jedi dead or captured?”

“Neither,” Cal huffs with a laugh. “She escaped actually.”

She looms over him then, unsubtle and threatening. “Then praytell, Inquisitor Kestis, how is it you’re before me smiling like an imbecile while you deliver news of your failure. Others have lost their lives for less.”

“Trilla, Trilla, Trilla,” Cal nudges the nearest chair with the toe of his boot, inviting his superior to take a seat, as his feet thump onto the floor. “I think I’m in love”.

Her sigh is heavy and drawn out before she resigns herself to Cal’s antics and sits beside him.

“You always say that,” Trilla is exhausted, run ragged by her office. Inwardly, she enjoys the Thirteenth Brother’s informal and familiar attitude albeit when there are no others around to hear how she allows him to speak with her.

“I do not,” Cal objects mildly, smirking all the while.

“I won’t be lied to,” Trilla skewers his fib with an abjectly pointed finger. “And I would find it absolutely unacceptable if such a thing kept you from doing your job, though surprisingly I must admit that it does not.” It is Trilla now who lifts her legs to rest her boots on the arm of Cal’s chair.

“Up to a certain point it’s the same process. Pursuing a lover, stalking prey. No matter how you slice that cake, a hunt is a hunt. The whole thing is inherently romantic”.

“Your love is the chase then, and not the chased.” Trilla wants to make him eat his words even when she knows to engage him this way is a downward spiral where he must prove he is right.

“Usually, but not this time.” Cal surprises her with this admission. “Well, yeah hunting her is-“ Cal pushes to look at the ceiling as though the word he is searching for is written there, “-exhilarating. But it’s more than that. When we fight it’s like…poetry.”

Trilla pinches the bridge of her nose. “I am positive beyond reason that I will regret this but…elaborate.”

Cal purses his lips while taking a moment to search his mind before asking with a snap of his fingers, “you ever been to Lothal?”

“Unfortunately,” The Second Sister deadpans.

“Then maybe you’ve seen a Loth-wolf. Big predators, smart, social, Jedi love ‘em. They’re normally pretty standoffish with the farmers there, not so troublesome if you leave them alone.”

“I haven’t seen one in person though I am familiar with the beasts.”

“So their diets mostly consist of wild Nerfs. You know what those are right?”

“I beg you to make your point,” Trilla picks an invisible speck of lint off her cuff, grown bored.

“I’m getting there. So they keep Nerfs as livestock on Lothal too but the farmed ones don’t get as big. They’re fat and dumb y’know. And it’s like I said the Loth-wolves mostly keep to themselves except every now and then they just swoop into a settlement and they will just completely slaughter every fucking nerf in the herd. I’m talking absolute bloodbath. Just one after another until there’s none left standing.” He’s grinning now.

Trilla becomes at least mildly interested once bloodshed is mentioned, like all Inquisitors do. “Slaughter you say?” The Second Sister feigns sarcasm though her piqued interest shines through.

“And these farms can be huge. Hundreds of cattle, maybe thousands. And the weird thing is the wolves don’t even eat the meat. So why bother, right? They just leave once every Nerf is dead or they get chased off, but they only do it with the domesticated nerfs. It’s a behavior that’s only surfaced with the spread of commercial farming,” Cal pauses, expecting Trilla to find this information as interesting as he does. She doesn’t.

Trilla releases a tired sigh and lays a heavy look on Cal. It frustrates him that she cannot guess where he’s going with this yet. She shrugs in response to his visible disappointment.

“Come on, Trilla! How can you not see! It’s because they don’t know how to answer! They’re just-they’re” Cal stutters while his brain moves quicker than his mouth, usually the reverse is true. “They’re dead inside. Walking around, eating and pissing and shitting but you look in their eyes and they're dead already.”

“Center yourself, Kestis. Start speaking sensically or I’m leaving.” Their philosophical discussions have unraveled this way in the past.

Cal huffs a calming breath through his nostrils.

“Everytime you start a hunt. You’re asking your quarry a question. Are you worthy enough of my pursuit or my energy? It has to nourish more than my body and if you aren’t up to the task it’s just killing for killing’s sake. Which is fine, but-” Cal’s eyes are full of emotion, of passion and heart. “When I say ‘I’m coming to kill you’ what I want to hear back is …‘it won’t be easy. Otherwise it’s just a one-sided conversation.”

Trilla’s nod is small. She reluctantly cedes that this sentiment is known to her. It’s the spark Cal has been waiting for and he is spurred to continue.

“Livestock don’t understand the question. The wolves keep asking and all they hear is static. Working their way through an entire herd without a single response. These predators ignite an ancient ritual and they’re dancing alone.”

“Sad,” Trilla’s gaze drifts to an empty spot on the meticulously clean floor.

“Yes! It’s so sad!” Cal is overexcited to be understood. He pops up from his seat and plops back down.

“Alright then if I understand you correctly, and I do,” she claps her hands on her knees, “you fancy yourself a Loth-wolf and this Jedi from Zeffo is a …wild nerf and she is in a… conversation with you and this woman is decidedly not dead inside.”

“Beautiful and smart,” Cal says with a smirk, much returned to his cavalier self.

“Indeed,” Trilla stands and pulls on the hem of her uniform, smoothing out the wrinkles, while Cal remains casually seated.

“You should see her. When she’s fighting her eyes are full of fire that screams and burns,” his gaze is lost, gone somewhere, back to Zeffo. A moment later Cal remembers himself and looks at Trilla, who has been watching him. “It won’t be easy”.

“But worth it, perhaps,” she mutters, as agreeable as Cal’s ever heard her.

“Did you ever feel this way, hunting someone?” Cal asks rather innocently.

“No,” Suduri answers speedily. “They are merely objectives.”

“You wouldn’t describe my capture as …intimate?” His yellow eyes shine playfully.

“Not at all,” Trilla does her best to mimic his flippant nature. “Nothing personal, Kestis.”

“Not ever?” The red leather of Cal’s gloves creak as he cracks his knuckles.

Trilla holds him in an unflinching gaze before lifting one shoulder rather coquettishly in a shrug. “No”.

“Hm,” Cal’s back straightens and he tilts his head, musing. “Then I guess you won’t ever understand what she and I have.”

This rubs Suduri the wrong way and she is about to make it known until their heads turn in unison. Abruptly, the obsidian doorway opens with a whoosh admitting the Fourth Sister who sidles up to the table in confident strides before standing at attention.

“Pardon the interruption Second Sister. I’ve compiled the report on Mapuzo that you requested.” Her raspy voice is harsh and stringent.

“Just a moment,” Trilla says, turning her attention from the Fourth Sister to the Thirteenth Brother. She leans down over Cal gripping the armrests on either side of him, demeanor much changed. Only barely does Cal mask his amusement. “If you hunted this Jedi with half the vigor you spend waxing poetically about doing your job, it will have been done twice over. Your repeated failure does not endear you to me, Brother. Unless she is dealt with, do not return. Am I understood?”

Cal stands slowly, causing Trilla to straighten, their eyes lock menacingly. Cal is infuriatingly calm and endlessly entertained. “Yes, Ma’am. Understood.”

“Dismissed.” The command falls to the floor like a stone between them before Cal turns to leave. As he saunters to the door he hears the Trilla say, “Fourth Sister, if you see Inquisitor Kestis in the Fortress again without having logged a successful mission eliminate him on sight.”

The Fourth Sister grins from ear to ear, casting a look at Cal over her shoulder.

“Yes, Second Sister. With pleasure.”

Cal ignores the theatrical display of authority and instead heads toward the hangar bay. Sources say that the Stinger Mantis has been sighted on Kashyyyk.

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