#VERSE : CAL / SURVIVOR.

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Please I am on my hands and knees for Cyclops edits

[meril-tospen]

[sharkteethies]

So I saw the new Spider-Verse movie and my only coherent thought was... If there was a Star Wars Spider-Man it would be Cal.

[uhblognamewoodone]

my god this year has been crazy for my ships

Riyo in TBB?

Merrical is finally Canon?

Gwen and Miles are like definitely going to be a thing in the next film?

Someone slap me really fucking hard cause this shit better not be a dream

[moe-oh]

I like how 2/3 of my top posts on Tumblr are spoiler related, and still the spoilers I thought were spoilers were NOTHING compared to what I saw when I actually consumed the piece of media.

[narrated]

nathanael makrov ; i talk when i'm nervous. i'm gonna shut up now.

the ship is simultaneously too quiet and too loud. he's accustomed to how the walls of the mantis hum when the engine is running, the difference when it's in regular orbit or hyperspace. it's lulled him to sleep most nights in the past three years, settled him down from a panic attack, grounded him when memories become alive. an inescapable tinnitus rattling in his ears, just a fraction louder than the hum of the force and its fractured discordant melody. and yet there's something missing: the voices of his family. cere, greez, merrin... all gone on their own missions. leaving him once again alone in a ship far too big for him and bd-1, leaving him once again feeling like the padawan stumbling through the corpses of republic ships.

❛   wait—   ❜ he says, turning the pilot seat around. @s4ints is already halfway out of the cockpit. they certainly hadn't gotten off to a good start, with cal ready to dump him at the nearest port after deciding he would tag along. they're still not close, but simply the presence of another living breathing being has made the ache inside him start to settle. cal sighs, running a hand over stubbled cheeks, before replying, ❛   you... you can stay. i don't mind, truly. it's nice hearing someone else talking.   ❜ he keeps the last bit unspoken (i haven't heard anyone's voice but my own for a while).

[jxm-1up]

I need a fix of Cal blowing up at Merrin Greeze and Cere for leaving and a fic of Miles losing his rag with Gwen and Peter for lying to him 💀

Any recommendations?

[psychometrys]

     he's used to noise.   the humming from the mantis's hyperdrive is a second heartbeat as it thrums inside his veins,  like he's nestled inside the walls of the ship itself.   a constant vibration that has lulled him to sleep on many occasions when nightmares have forced him awake,  half drowning and rattled by sobs.   noise is all around him and sometimes it buzzes through his head;  sounds of violence burrow inside him until it's all too much too much.   sometimes he buries his head in a blanket or his arms and waits for the moment he no longer wants to rip his hair out of his skull.   it's always when he can't escape without causing a scene.

     cal doesn't realise for the longest time that the noise usually comes from people.   chatter on the streets of coruscant and soft spoken greetings within the jedi temple,  always a step within the shadow of his master.   when the force became silent,  there was the scrapper guild on bracca and fringe communities he stumbled into in the months after crash landing.  orderly chaos murmuring within the lines of people waiting to get their paycheck.   hundreds of voices clamouring over one another during meal times, swearing and singing and swapping stories.   listening to scrappers getting ready for their day through thin walls as he crawled into bed.   prauf's reminders to slow down.   paxton's laughter as he yelped from a scrap rat scurrying under his feet.   life on the mantis was accented by merrin's whispering magick,  greez's humming while cooking dinner,  and cere's calm voice teaching him about a long lost artefact.   even when it was far too overwhelming,  he sought out voices to keep around him.   he sought out a way to drown out anything his mind would conjure up in its absence.

     beedee bumps their head against his arm,  then again with more force.   his eyes suddenly focus,  staring at his hands loosely grasping his soldering tool.   time has passed,  that much he was confident of,  but he wasn't sure exactly how much.   the ship felt so much larger now,  ceiling and walls threatening to swallow cal whole if he got lost.  cere,  greez,  and merrin were gone.   he was left with the mantis and the fight against the empire,  those things intimately familiar to him.   at the end of the day,  there was no chatter to fall asleep too.   the crew was only around for the mission before parting until the next.   it was cal and his droid in the depths of space,  surviving in the only way he knew how.   beedee solemnly beeps at cal and he smiles (can a droid tell that he's faking it?)   ❛  i'm all good, buddy. don't worry about me.  ❜   maybe this time he says it,  it'll become true.

[animatedjen]

Imma ask a stupid question here cause you seem well versed in the SW Jedi fallen order and survivor stuff since all your edits (all amazing btw!) - What is Cal's tattoo of (the one he has on his forearm)? Is it his old lightsaber hilt? Jaro's? Something else entirely? I cannot for the life of me figure out exactly what it is.

Not a stupid question! Based on this texture paint from concept artist Jordan Lamarre-Wan, Cal's tattoo is a company marker. It's possible everyone in the Scrapper's Guild has one, but we aren't told specifically. A similar symbol does also appear on the Hyper Shell poncho design later in Fallen Order.

It's fun to dig into every detail of Star Wars worldbuilding, but I appreciate these show-not-tell aspects of Cal's character design. In both games he wears a cuff on his right wrist that partially covers the tattoo - some have speculated there's an ID chip embedded under the ink, and a cuff helps shield it from unwanted scans. Or maybe Cal just needs a wrist brace after five years of scrapping.

[eddiediaaz]

hellooooo! i read a lot of buck/eddie fics, literally everyday, and earlier this december i thought "why not share some of my favorites that i have read this month?" so here we are! i couldn't include everything i've read and enjoyed, the list would be really long. but i've picked a few fanfics that i've read (for the first time) in december that were really huge favorites and stayed with me for a little while these past days/weeks. i will try to make these on a monthly basis, because fanfic authors deserve all of the recognition! oh, and happy new year!

both blades and branch by @cal-daisies-and-briars 62k | mature | canon divergence | completed: december 2023

The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

this fic is absolutely incredible. i couldn't put it down once i started. it's extremely well written and brilliantly planned out. the angst is heavy but so is the reward: this is an amazing story. easily an all-time favorite!

my blood on your skin (my rose on your snow) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels 80k | explicit | alternate universe | posted: october 2023

When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.

another exquisite fic from this author. they never miss!! this one explores a dynamic i don't read that often (sub eddie) but it works SO well here. extremely well done, as usual. i also absolutely love this buck here.

burn a bridge, learn how to swim [series] by watermelonshorts 34k | mature/explicit | canon verse | completed: july 2021

In which there is some unexpected making out, some pining, one third of an existential crisis and a lot of unhelpful advice. Not necessarily in that order.

they are GIANT disasters in here! really loved the humoristic tone of this whole thing. i just wanna shake them and yell learn how to communicate properly damn it!

dead reckoning by euadnes 28k | mature | canon verse | posted: december 2022

In which a tragedy on the edge of a firestorm leaves part of the 118 stranded and struggling to survive in the wilderness. Left entirely to their own devices, the survivors fight to come home, alive.

buck, eddie, and ravi survive a plane crash, and it's amazing. incredibly well written, i was hooked from the very start and couldn't put it down until i was done.

here comes the jackpot question in advance by @lamardeuse 4k | teen+ | canon verse | posted: december 2023

Buck is determined to start the new year right.

this is very very very cute!!! i always love a cute holiday themed get together story. as always, this author nailed the characterization!

being eddie by @cal-daisies-and-briars 79k | teen+ | canon divergence | completed: august 2023

When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica

incredible concept!!! all the moments chosen for eddie to revisit are perfect and make so much sense for his character. this was such a great read and an absolutely amazing character exploration fic.

a blaze in the dark by @woodchoc-magnum 117k | explicit | canon verse | published: december 2023

Set post-Season 6, where Buck has inadvertently sacrificed his friendship with Eddie in order to focus on his new relationship with Natalia, and is shocked when Eddie comes out to the team and subsequently reveals that he is dating a guy.

okay so i literally read this in one sitting and went to bed at 7am to finish it. i couldn't put it down. the angst is SO good and frustrating and delicious and painful. but the payoff is so worth it!! this is really really really good. i loved all the dynamics, especially eddie and karen's friendship.

[keztis]

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[mysticaltora8276]

Noticed that he is making it about himself and not the about the feelings of the clones in the “safe space“ for the clones. None of the clone troopers are speaking up on their own about their feelings. It’s just Skirata blustering about his and he’s not a clone. And again he is literally looking at someone who is suffering from a genocide of his people and saying that they are cowardly and “whining”. Again it’s a good thing that another Jedi survivor Kanen or Cal or Ahsoka or Reva or Obi-Wan and that’s in canon can you imagine some of the elders from legends like K’Krunk instead of that one as passive as this character is made out to be isn’t there because Skirata would be lucky if he had a face by the end of it.

And all of these others, he is making it about himself. None of it is about the clones. It’s about how he feels about it. And by the way, this clone trooper named Maze chose of his own free will to do the right thing because he knew it was right. Maze even calls him out on it. Unfortunately, this thing is never brought up again and Maze is just kind of forgotten about because he was spouting too close to the truth.

I mean, the part that gets me is this specially when he looks at Maze and says “please don’t tell me you did it out of the sense of loyalty.” Like the Jedi didn’t put their lives on the line constantly for the clones Pong Krell as an exception.

Compare that to the Bad Batch when they talk about what's going on with the Jedi. In that show it's made clear that the Batch would willing help out the Jedi because we're shown them taking one to safety. Not once is that youngling made to feel guilty about their people's genocide. Quite the contrary. So yes canon handled this way better then this alternative Traviss verse. Even Legends with its own issues handled it rather well.

[lncarnon]

“let them go.” / “let me go.” ( Nekros - any SW verse of Cal's ; I've got his main verse which takes place in either JFO, Survivor, anywhere in between and post-Survivor, and Imperial verses where he's Sith Apprentice + an Inquisitor / Eleventh Brother, then Grand Inquisitor )

He'd been lost in this nothingness for what felt like an eternity; days stretched onward into weeks, months, and there was no end in sight. Perhaps it is the acceptance that this strange expanse of space might very well now be his home that allows him to succumb into a deep rest. It feels wrong to simply sleep when an endless spring of questions have drowned the soft insides of his head, but there was little else to do.

No navigation meant that their only course was in an arrow straight line through the void of darkness, no destination in mind, save for any hint of a planet or moon. Without a solar rail (towers located in key points of travel that send ships from one side of the system to another) they might never make landfall again. It is a grim thought indeed but hope still lingered within his soul that there was something out here, or someone. Paetgeon's rest is disturbed by the warning wane of his ship's Cephalon crying out that an unknown vessel is making an approach on the Orbiter. His only companion for conversation, a human mind made into a subservient AI, the Cephalon aptly named Voros has no intention of allowing their charge to fall against the tide of a potential enemy.

Roused up from the depths of slumber he barely has a chance to open his mouth and ask what was happening before the entire ship lurches. Good thing that he had not been on his feet as it would have certainly sent him spiraling back down onto the floor. Grumbling as he rolls over, his body becomes nothing more than a faint reminder of something that had once been there. He vanishes and beyond the room, his Nekros stirs. The Warframe in its idle moments had no agency of its own, there was no reason for it. Having been stock still for so long leaves some degree of soreness that will need to be worked out later, as the chains dangling from his arms clatter against the wall of the Orbiter and he rights himself with another unwarranted rock of the ship.

'They are pulling us in, I think. It looks like a hanger,' Voros states while Nekros moves to collect his weapons from the arsenal.

"You think it is a hanger?" he repeats incredulously. It either was, or wasn't. There really wasn't much of a debate. Forgoing that argument a thrill of excitement picks at his heart, swift practiced motions carrying the Warframe forward to the cockpit of the smaller landing craft adjoined with the Orbiter. The ship he maintains is a duo of one large, and one small, spaceships. The smaller of the two blends seamlessly into the larger, and it serves as the base landing craft for planetary entry. That is where he stands, upon the helm of the smaller craft and peering out a one-way window. There is nothing to see yet as the orbiter itself is hauled backend first into the gaping maw of a colossal ship. An eyeless face gazes upwards as the pointed front of the much bigger vessel comes into view, and briefly, he is reminded of a Corpus flagship. This one is bigger though, he thinks. At least it hadn't opened fire upon them and he almost wonders if Voros can read his mind. As he goes to make a comment upon the impressive ship (which he would later come to know as a Star Destroyer), the Cephalon speaks first.

'They made contact with us, but I didn't know they were this close or I would have woken you up earlier. Whoever runs their communications has declared that we are going to be boarded and inspected for failing to state our reason for being out here. Kind of rude, if you ask me.'

"And I was just about to say it was great that they didn't shoot at us first," he sighs out of exasperation and continues to stare outside. Time feels as if it is moving in slow motion as the orbiter is maneuvered into the underside hanger and settled quite neatly inside. Not meant for landing, his ship doesn't settle well against the hanger floor, listing to one side slightly as the hull comes flush to the floor and causing Nekros to stumble a half step. He hopes that it doesn't cause any lasting damage and steps away from the window. Just as it was not meant to leave the openness of space, it likewise does not have any means to depart from its underside. Rather, ports for quick escape via Archwing line the upper exterior. Without need for the arial device it is quite a spectacle to be launched out of one.

Like a slingshot, his lithe frame is sent halfway across the hanger space purely by accident. It is meant to keep the user from being tagged by the ship as it slid by in space, not fired within a confined room and stationary. Landing with a roll onto the hard, cold floor, he doesn't yet have a weapon in hand. Apparently, the surprise is less than favorable. His gaze is set upon a few rows of what he assumes to be soldiers, all dressed down in white, and carrying very obvious armaments. It takes a moment for any of them to respond to his very sudden appearance on the other side of the hanger and he takes a cautious step backwards. Sure, he had cleaved through swaths of Grineer that rivaled these numbers ten to one, but in those moments he already knew what he was dealing with. These guys are a complete mystery and his Cephalon's voice is the only reason he begins to move.

Blaster fire meets him, and he wonders if they think he is trying to escape. Scurrying out of the way it is a scramble to try and find whatever he could for cover. They don't quite seem prepared for his level of mobility, either. He launches himself across the space quite effortlessly, a fast spring of feet pressed into the ground that sends him through the air. Taking refuge behind something that looks like a box, not at all concerned with what it might actually be, Nekros takes a moment to assess the situation. His Cephalon still in full control of the ship can see beyond his own vision and marks the white-clad soldiers dutifully, and Nekros silently condemns himself to a resolve that meets the requirements of macabre slaughter. It was a horrifying thought that he could never escape violence, no matter where he went, or what he said. So, his cruel existence continues.

Unlatching the scythe that had been slung across the crest of his back, Nekros takes a slow breath inward, and exhales upon the Void. Fear creeps across the hanger's interior like the lapping waves of a tide coming in, and the blaster fire stops for a moment. Silence overtakes the once cacophonous sound of a one sided battle. It did not have to be like this, they could live to see another day had they been any less trigger happy. What happens now, is quite out of his hands. A being meant to sew death and toy with the rot afterwards, Nekros slides out of his cover and makes quick strides across the gap. The brief quiet is broken again as his scythe meets the first and closest soldier, blade snug into the gap between helmet and chest plating. Red ebbs and spatters onto Nekros as he moves on, taking advantage of his terrifying eminence while it still preyed upon their mental debilitation. Whatever the weapon was made of seemed to cleave clean through the trooper's armor without a visible degree of hesitation, a trail of gore following the Nekros upon his every move.

He barely makes note of the blaster fire smashing into his shielding, a thin blue sheen wrapped around his body that prevented most physical harm. A warning comes from Voros that he's only a quarter of it remaining before he has already cut through half of the soldiers that had initially been in the hanger. Somewhere, in the distance, he only half recognizes that an alarm is blaring through the ship. More soldiers, he assumed, would be on their way if not already almost there. When was the last time he had to do something like this, alone? He can't remember.

It will be fine, he continues as a mantra to himself.

Another warning that his shields are about to give out and he is brought to pause, reaching out and snagging the closest available body. Holding the struggling soldier against himself as a barrier from the oncoming onslaught, Nekros is fairly surprised to see that they stop firing upon him. He hadn't intended to take a hostage and figured, by their ferocity thus far, that not a single one would care if a friendly was shot down to stop the thing that had slaughtered a few dozen of their forces already. His assumptions are misplaced, however.

A new figure parts them like a sea retreating for the lash of a tsunami wave. This one is different, told not only by his lack of stark white armor, but the fact that these others were keen on getting out of his way. Nekros doesn't miss how the soldiers pour in by numbers far surpassing his theory on how many might fit in the ship, weapons trained on him and the still struggling body held against him.

Let them go.

A simple enough request, and his only chance to extend an olive branch. Releasing his hold on the trooper, Nekros doesn't even gaze upon the pitiful display of fear as the soldier goes scrambling off into the sea of indifferent white armor. Showing the palm of his free hand as a sign of mercy between the two of them, his gored scythe hangs low at his side, the blade nearly touching the floor and dripping crimson into the grey.

"I don't want to keep killing your people," he states, feeling the way they all stand stiff and ready to start shooting again if given the order. "But I will, if I have to."

[scrapratsoldier]

MAIN VERSE | TIMELINE

34 BBY - Cal Kestis is born. 30 BBY - The Jedi take Cal Kestis (4 years old) as an Initiate. 22 BBY - The Clone Wars began. Jaro Tapal takes Cal Kestis (12 years old) as his Padawan learner. 19 BBY - Order 66. Cal Kestis (15 years old) crash lands on Bracca. He remains in hiding and works for the Scrapper's Guild. 14 BBY - The events of Jedi: Fallen Order. Cal Kestis (20 years old) is chased out of hiding by the Inquisition. He is rescued by Cere Junda and Greez Dritus, befriends Merrin, and destroys a holocron containing the names of Force-sensitive children. 12 BBY - The events of Jedi: Battle Scars (22 years old). TERRORIST 12 BBY - 09 BBY Cere, Cal, Merrin, and Greez all go their separate ways. Greez borrows Cal the Stinger Mantis, providing Cal and BD the means to continue taking the fight to the Empire. Cal runs missions for Saw Gererra, primarily with Bravo, Gabs, and the Klatooinian twins Koob and Lizz. During this time, Cal is single-mindedly focused on the cause and loses contact with his former allies, though your character could be among the others with whom he forges a relationship. SURVIVOR 09 BBY The events of Jedi: Survivor. Cal Kestis (25 years old) battles friends and foes for Tanalorr. Shortly after the job on Coruscant goes south, Bode coaxes Cal into an intimate relationship, initially as a means to get close to his mark, but ultimately getting closer than he intended, and they fall in love. Ever conflicted and fearing their time together is limited, Bode encourages Cal to grow his feelings for Merrin. While Merrin and Bode are not intimate, the two come to an agreement that the more support and love in Cal's life, the better. Cal struggles to reconcile his fear of attachment with this abundance. I PROMISE 09 BBY - BEYOND Reeling from the loss of Cere, Cordova, and Bode Akuna, Cal and his fellow survivors forge a path ahead. Cal grieves the loss of his first love (Bode Akuna) while he nourishes his new relationship with Merrin and navigates the demands of taking on a caretaker role for Bode's daughter, Kata. Cal and Merrin work to reconnect the broken network of the Hidden Path and establish a base of operations on Tanalorr.

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Cal Kestis | Jedi: Survivor

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[kaestis]

if you're interested in asks / starters / plots with Cal and have finished Jedi: S.urvivor, give this a like! verses set within / after the game are open to those who are interested, posts with this content will be tagged as jedi survivor spoilers // for those who have not finished or played the game yet