#Maarva

[dandelionjack]

the scene where cassian retires to the sunny planet to escape responsibility permanently after winning his share of the bounty in the heist and immediately gets targeted by senseless, unprovoked police brutality as a bystander to a petty crime due to arrest quotas on that very same idyllic beach where tourists sip their alien pina coladas is a dazzling illustration of what maarva told him, her reason for staying: “it’s happening everywhere”. you can’t emigrate-to-a-safer-place away from the harm you’re knee-deep and long-entangled in. keep running from fascism and it will catch up to you. the universe said “nice refusal of the call, dickwad, let’s give you a more concrete sense of injustice (since you decided you can just abandon the cause your friends have died for)”

[thedirtiwalkoniswet]

Rewatched Andor and here are my absolute favourite lines of dialoge/ monologe

"I said I know you. I know the outside I know what people tell me when I ask. The rest I imagine. I imagine your hate. I imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you'll ultimately die fighting these bastards. So what I'm asking you is this: Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real than carve of useless pieces till there's nothing left?"

S01E04

"The pace of repression outstrips our ability to understand it. And that is the real trick of the imperial thought machine. It's easier to hide behind 40 atrocities than a single incident. But they have a fight on their hands, don't they?"

S01E05

"We need it. We need the fear. We need them to overreact."

"You can't be serious."

"The empire has been choking us so slowly, we're starting not to notice. The time has come to force their hand."

"People will suffer."

"That's the plan."

S01E07

"Take all the money you found and go find some peace."

"I won't have peace. I'll be worried about you all the time."

"That's just love. Nothing you can do about that."

S01E07

"How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is up to us. [...] Wherever you are right now, get up, stop the work. Get out of your cells, take charge and start climbing. They don't have enough guards and they know it. If we wait until they figure that out, it'll be too late. We will never have a better chance than this and I would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. [...] There is one way out. Right now this building is ours. You need to run, climb, kill! You need to help each other. You see someone who's confused, someone who's lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us. There are 5000 of us. If we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be home in no time. One way out!

S01E10

"And what do you sacrifice?"

"Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I've given up all chance at inner peace. I made my mind a sunless place. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up everyday to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion. I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've sat me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I look down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!"

S01E10

"There will be times where the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spointaneously, without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occuring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest acts of insurrection pushes our lines forward. And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this. The day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try."

S01E12

"Tell him, none of this is his fault. It was already burning. He's just the first spark of the fire. Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes, and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him, I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong."

S01E12

"Where you stand now, I've been more times than I can remember. I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... with their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours that's what comforts me most. But I fear for you. We've been sleeping. We've had each other and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other and they left us alone. We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix. But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turned away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late, but I'll tell you this... if I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start. Fight the empire!"

S01E12

[jemirrose]

Maarva's speech that we deserved

[raurquiz]

#Happymothersday #starwars #thephantommenace #ShmiSkywalker #JobalNaberrie #therevengeofthesith #PadmeSkywalker #BrehaOrgana #SolaNaberrie #anewhope #BeruLars #rebels #HeraSyndulla #rogueone #lyraerso #theriseofskywalker #generalorgana #andor #maarva #eadykarn #monmothma

[tboyandor]

where can I put it down?

a missing scene from Andor s1e2 that picks up right after Cassian tells Maarva, "I messed up."

read on ao3

--

“Just tell me what happened,” Maarva said at last, exhaustion and distress plain in her voice.

Cassian, still crouched down on the floor next to Bee, lowered himself to sit next to Maarva’s chair. He ran a hand over his face, and sighed. He didn't look at her.

“I've been looking for Kerri,” he said in a low voice. Cassian looked up for long enough to see the pain flash across Maarva's face. “I tracked down a rumor that a girl from Kenari was working at… an establishment on Morlana One. I was just there to ask a few questions, but I probably said too much, told them I was looking for my sister.” Maarva sighed. “The boss said there was a girl from Kenari working there, but she left. Wouldn’t give me a name. So that’s it, dead end.”

“I’m sorry, dear,” Maarva said, and she lay a gentle hand on Cassian’s shoulder, squeezing him a little. “What went wrong, then?”

“Two corpos harassed me, for nothing,” Cassian said, feeling the rage he’d felt that night burning in his throat. “I wasn’t just going to let them push me around! I didn’t mean to kill them, Ma…”

He looked up at his mother, then, desperate, needing her to understand. The sorrow he saw in her eyes, and the relief of telling her what had happened, and all the rage and upset he was feeling made a lump form in his throat and pushed tears into his eyes.

Before he could blink them away, turn his head, get up and go find Bix, he felt Maarva’s hand on his head, in his hair, her thumb tenderly stroking the side of his face, and his tears spilled over onto his cheeks.

Cassian let his head drop down to rest on the arm of Maarva’s chair, and let her pet his hair as he cried very quietly. At least he wouldn’t have to keep looking into her face, that expression filled with sorrow, and love, and forgiveness.

Bee let out a concerned trill, and moved from their charging station to bump up against Cassian’s side. He lifted his arm to let them snuggle closer, and Bee made a happy sound that made Cassian giggle a little despite himself. Maarva chuckled quietly.

“I’m sorry, Ma,” he said, a raw whisper.

“You really don’t need to say that, Cassian,” Maarva replied. “None of this is your fault; you’ve made some choices, yes, but you had every right to defend yourself against those bastards. I’m not angry with you. I’m just… afraid. I’m afraid for you.”

Cassian sniffled, and kept his cheek pressed against the familiar leather of Maarva’s chair.

“Look at me, Cass,” she said, and gently nudged his bearded chin with one hand, guiding his face to look towards hers. He let himself be guided, and looked at her.

She smiled a little sadly, but her eyes were full of love.

“I love you,” she told him, with characteristic firmness. “I don’t want you to forget that. I know I can’t be of much help anymore, but… I’m on your side. Always have been. We’ll get through this together, hm?”

He swallowed against the lump beginning to form again in his throat, and nodded, then reached up and took her hand in his, squeezing gently.

“I love you, too, Ma,” Cassian murmured softly.

Maarva smiled a little at that, and pressed a kiss to his forehead, and a comfortable silence passed between them. It wasn’t until Maarva began moving her fingers over his bandaged hand with concerned curiosity that Cassian realized he’d forgotten to keep hiding his injury from her.

“Did you put bacta on this?”

“No…” Cassian replied reluctantly.

Maarva made an exasperated sound and moved to get up out of her chair.

“Ma, don’t, I’ll get it!”

“No, you stay,” she said, pushing down on his shoulder with one hand, both to keep him sitting and to lever herself up. “I’m perfectly capable of walking across the house. And you need to give that droid some attention, they’ve been pining for you for weeks now.”

With that, she stalked off across the house to the medicine cabinet.

“That is t-t-true,” Bee stated matter-of-factly, their head swiveling to look at Cassian. “I have m-m-missed you, Cassian!”

“I’ve missed you too, Bee,” Cassian said, putting an arm around them again, and leaning down to press his cheek against Bee’s rough metal surface. He wrapped his other arm around them, and Bee chirped happily.

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” Cassian whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t been a better one for you.”

Cassian felt Bee’s head shift under him into what was probably a quizzical position.

“I d-d-don’t understand,” Bee replied, sounding genuinely puzzled. Cassian could feel his motors working hard. “You are the b-b-best friend. I just want to see you more. M-M-Maarva does too.”

Cassian blinked, and his hands tightened their grip around Bee’s metal ridges.

“I want that, too,” he managed. “It’s not that I don’t want to be here. I just… I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to be good to you both, be at my best for you, but most days I don’t know how to be good to myself, so… it’s hard. It’s easier to be out there, fucking around.”

Bee took his time processing that one.

“That is ok-k-k-kay,” the droid responded. “We love you, no m-m-matter what.”

Cassian responded by hugging Bee as tightly as he could without damaging them, and tried not to cry.

“I found it!” Maarva cried triumphantly, as she emerged from the storage room where the medicine cabinet was, looking like she’d undergone hand-to-hand combat with its contents.

She made her way effortfully back to her chair, and sat down, clutching a container full of bacta in one hand and some fresh bandages in the other.

“Give me your hand, then,” she told him firmly, after taking a moment to catch her breath.

Cassian somewhat reluctantly let go of Bee, and scooted closer to Maarva’s chair.

He held out his hand, and Maarva began unwrapping it with industrious care. She paused for a moment once Cassian’s hand was uncovered, looking at his bloodied and broken skin with concern etched into her brow. He watched as she put that to one side, and picked up the bacta, unscrewing the lid and scooping up a bit of the gel with her fingers before smearing it over his knuckles.

Cassian winced a little at the cold shock of it, but let her continue. For a moment, he felt as though this could be any evening from his childhood on Ferrix; from the earlier argument with Maarva, to the tears and making up, the Bee cuddles and the way he would tell the little droid things he’d never dare say to anyone else, complete with sitting on the floor by his mother’s chair as she tended some scrape he’d gotten from messing around somewhere he shouldn’t have, or getting into a fight with Nurchi.

As Maarva wrapped his hand with a fresh bandage, he realized that the only thing missing was the sound of Clem returning for the night, smelling of the salvage yard, bustling around the house, asking about what trouble Cassian had gotten into, or telling them about some shenanigans he and Brasso had gotten up to in his warm voice.

The house felt unbearably quiet, all of a sudden.

“There,” Maarva murmured, patting Cassian’s hand gently, giving him permission to withdraw it, although her hand still rested over his fingers.

Cassian realized that the only thing that was different about this night was everything, and he began to remember why he’d been away from home so often of late. Despite all of it, right now he wanted more than anything to stay exactly where he was, because, stars, he missed them. He missed Maarva and he missed Bee, and all he wanted was to have time to make a new life with them, to take care of them, but now, he was a wanted man.

There wasn’t time.

Maarva met his eyes briefly, then looked back down at his hand still in her lap.

“You should go, Cass,” Maarva said very quietly, every word seemed to pain her to say. “You needed to see Bix about something. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you for so long.”

She patted his hand again, this time an encouragement, an urging, for him to withdraw it. Cassian nodded a little numbly, then shifted so he was kneeling next to his mother’s chair, and instead of withdrawing, he took both of her hands in both of his.

He looked down, swallowed, then looked her in the eye.

“I miss you, Ma,” he told her, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I didn’t realize how much until… It was stupid, but I thought we’d have more time. I thought… I knew I would have to get out of here for a little while, maybe after at least a night or two, but… I didn’t realize it would get this bad. And now, I can’t stay at all. I have a plan, sort of, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back. I’m sorry. I wish we had more time.”

“I wish so too, son,” Maarva said after a moment, tears in her eyes, her voice wavering in a way Cassian had rarely heard before. “I miss you so much. But right now, you need to go, hm? And I’ll be here, if you need me.”

Cassian felt a deep ache in his chest that he knew would become debilitating if he let himself stay still a moment longer.

So, he squeezed Maarva’s hands in his, kissed her wizened cheek, and let go of her, briefly running a hand over Bee’s head as he passed him, then somehow managed to walk out the door without sobbing, or looking back.

[grand-army-radio]

This song is for Maarva.

[hegodamask]

"The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep."

ANDOR - S01E12 Rix Road

[chipthekeeper]

Rebellions are built on hope.

[reverseblt]

Cassian and all of Ferrix heard Maarva's call to wake up to the threat of the Empire. Join me for the powerful ending to an amazing season of top-tier Star Wars.

[casualavocados]

Palpatine won't hesitate now. Exactly! We need it. We need the fear. We need them to overreact. You can't be serious. The Empire has been choking us so slowly, we're starting not to notice. The time has come to force their hand.

ANDOR 1.07 | Announcement

[spaceprincessleia]

You can stand to see the Imperial flag reign across the galaxy? – It's not a problem if you don't look up.

154 days until andor s2

[impossibleprincess35]

Maarva would have fucking LOVED that last bit, you know. I mean, she was down for all of it, but that last part would have tickled her so much.

Marva died just as she was becoming a rebel, but because she told Cassian about the tunnels under the hotel still being viable she contributed to the cause.

And she gave a speech and was a blunt instrument.

[jyn-ehrso]

Syril Karn and Cassian Andor + their mothers

ANDOR (2022)

[raurquiz]

#diainternacionaldelamujer #internationalwomensday #starwars #princessleia #padmeamidala #schmiskywalker #berulars #holdo #rosetico #phasma #hera #ashokatano #sabine #generalorgana #rey #qira #lyraerso #jynerso #monmothma #bokatan #fennecshand #maarva #bix #dedra #vel #indara

[stopthatmyhandsaredirty]

The cast of Andor- Season 1

Diego Luna // Adria Arjona // Stellan Skarsgård // Fiona Shaw // Kyle Soller // Denise Gough // Genevieve O'Reilly // Varada Sethu // Faye Marsay // Joplin Sibtain // Elizabeth Dulau

[go-see-a-starwar]

Perfect Day for an Andor rewatch