#and then they say the name fucking DATHOMIR????

[clearlyaginger]

so mad bc the one time I wrote a fan fiction I named a character something that idk sounded cool I was literally just grasping for anything that sounded unique and old and mildly intimidating.

You fucking know what happened several months AFTER I wrote it??? Do you????

I found out that that character's name is also the name of a fucking planet in the star wars universe.

[casp1an-sea]

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON STAR WARS LEGENDS

These are just my opinions your welcome to have different ones

Han and Leia waiting to get married makes total sense! At the end of return of the Jedi the only time they’ve spent as a couple is when their relationship started in ESB and its continuation in ROJ most of which they were in battle. Yes Leia has been thinking about him for about a year now but she hasn’t been able to get closer to him in that time, and for Han it’s like not time has passed at all. Plus there’s still a fucking War going on that they very much are invoked in. Marriage is not on their minds, especially Leia’s. (Plus all the traumatic shit they have to process)

This is a message to both legends and canon LUKE IS GAY come on now 🥲

Mara was cool until she married Luke then the writers kind of screwed up her character

Han’s backstory WTF (it’s so sad but so good)

Can we get more Han and Lando buddy cop adventures?

I FUCKING LOVE CORAN HORN

Okay but those stormtroopers from Choices of One feel like The Bad Batch’s emo cousins

THRAWN IS SUCH A NEAT VILLIAN

I THINK NUSO ESVA IS NONBINARY. WHY? fanart

I think it’s rly funny that C-3PO gets given to Han

I love Anakin so much why did he have to die???? Also please Leia why did you insist on that name. Don’t get me wrong I love it but the pressure you put on this poor child. Han why’d you give in you idiot?

HAN IS SUCH A DAD

WHY ARE THEY LEAVING A DEPRESSED ALCOHOLIC HOME ALONE WITH C3PO AND A LIST OF BARS?????

I feel so bad for Han in courtship of Princess Leia. Should I?

Okay but let’s be clear Leia definitely cheated on Han with Isolder. Idc what she thinks that was, it was cheating.

I see a common theme of Leia being rly untrustworthy of Han until they get married. To like an unhealthy degree. What is this guys? I promise he’s not a bad dude.

remember that time where Luke made a submarine out of a dead creatures stomach skin? Yep I do.

lando’s mining facilities getting destroyed is such a funny gag

Did you notice Isolder’s daughter marries Han and Leia’s son? It’s like poetry it rhymes.

WHY IS BOBA FETT STILL HERE????

I love paradise snare but to me the hutt gambit was a dumbstruck fire

HUGE PET PEVE I HAVE WITH TATOINE GHOST! (Still love the book though) Forgiving and forgetting is not always the answer. Han does not need to forgive the republic. LEIA DOES NOT NEED TO FORGIVE VADER. Nor would Han push her to do so and he certainly would not condone the slaughter of tuskins because “he was a boy with a dead mother”. Well wouldn’t you know Han you’re a boy with a dead mother and you didn’t commit genocide. You have even less reason to forgive Vader than the twins. I block this out it was a bad writing choice.

HAN HAD A CHILD WITH BRIA???? I know when, but WHERE ARE THEY?! google was no help

“Must be nice to have a grandmother” LMAO HAN YOU OKAY BUDDY?

Is it bad of me to say I prefer the og force witches/dathomirians/dathomir/nightsisters to the canon ones?

WHY DOES FORCE LIGHTNIHNG NEVER ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING

LUUKE SKYWALKER? They’re so goated for that. OKAY BUT DID DAVE FILLONI READ THE REBEL FORCE SERIES? BRAINWASHED abducted children with no memory of their lives and family, solely devoted ASSASSINS to an ECCENTRIC IMPERIAL WITH A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX who wants favor with the emperor. And these assassins are called X-1, X-2, X-3, X-4, X-5, X-6, and X-7. This is why it should have been tech.

I thought Chewie’s death was impactful and I didn’t hate it

I like it better that Han and Leia didn’t divorce

I like that Han is a male wife and I love how close his children are to him. It makes sense that Leia would be the working one.

not them have a floor to ceiling length tapestry of Leia in a their house. That would scare the shit out of me at night.

I like that Leia is a senator and not a general. Okay hear me out. Leia is trained in diplomacy as much as she is in combat. She was a senator before she was a rebel. And she has always been very much involved in matters of state and would want to feel like she was actively doing something to keep the republic in check. The rebellion was not just a war to her it was making the Galaxy a better place that doesn’t end when the war for her so the natural next step would be a government position. Granted she still acts as a general if need be and goes far beyond her job description countless times.

THE NEW JEDI ORDER SERIES IS FUCKING CRAZY MAN

Can someone fo a demo of the song C-3Po wrote about Han?

[kimageddon]

This is an archive of my one shots, prompt challenges and requests. If you are looking for my two main series, A Prince of Dathomir or Sins of the Father, please check out my pinned post or my AO3 account.

Fanfiction for characters in the Star Wars Universe

Tech

Reader Edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

OC edition - The Wedding | The Reception | The Honeymoon

Crosshair

Shoot Me Down

Couldn't Resist (NSFW)

Boba Fett

Impatient (NSFW)

The Witch's Familiar (possible series, Fantasy AU)

Masterlist - Coming Soon

Introductory Blurb

Comedic Series for the Star Wars characters and Universe - a cantina where all characters coalesce OOC, no timeline specifics

The Pants Challenge

Drinks

Prompt List - | - NSFW Prompt List - | - Who I write for

Ideas sent in via asks from the prompt list (CLOSED)

Clone Trooper Jesse

29: "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back"

Cad Bane

34. “That’s it! I’m killing them all.” / “Wait, but what about the plan?” / “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

31. "Good, I meant it to hurt."

ARC Trooper Fives

8. “I think I have found the cure for happiness.” / “What’s that?” / “Falling in love.”

Commander Wolffe

4. “But you…. You went drink for drink with Wolffe. How are you not hungover?” & 20. “You're so tiny compared to me.”

9. "“Have you lost your damn mind?!” / “Yes, but in all fairness, I was left alone.”

Clone Medic Kix

16. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Clone Trooper Hardcase

1. "That was my favourite blaster.”

Commando Captain Gregor

23. “Don’t cry. We’ll find each other again.”

Sergeant Hunter

46. "Kiss me like you mean it."

Coruscant Guard Commander Fox

12. “Aaand just like that I have lost all the fucks I had to give.”

Lord Savage Opress

7. “I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.” / “Wait… WHAT?!” & 40. “I want to take you to all the beautiful places, sunsets over oceans and listen to the rain. I want to dance with you, make you smile and laugh… but– I also want to kiss you so hard it leaves marks on your body, I want to watch you writhe beneath me and scream my name until you can’t say anything else.”

Requests from DMs of Ko-Fi

Maul and Savage - They discuss the dichotomy of siblings

Comfort with Darth Maul - Maul x Reader

Captain Rex - On shoreleave he decides to visit the barbers

If you wish to be tagged in my fic posts or my art posts, join my tag list here.

[dickarchivist]

For the make your OC clones suffer questions.

Oh boy there's some good ones. I would love to hear about Dax and Banshee if that's okay?

It's hard to choose, but I'm going with these. Could I hear:

16: What haunts them?

21: What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

25: Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands?

Thank you

I'm so excited to tell you about Banshee, but first:

For Dax too? Oh thank you for asking about Dax'Malkin, he is so complex and lore rich, thank younfor asking about him too ♡♡♡

What haunts them?

Dax: Ready for some lore? The thing that haunts Dax'Malkin most is the lose of his twin brother, Krazus. The two were younglings together with the jedi, twin sons, always together. This made it easy for the Night Sisters of Dathomir to take them together. In a ritual to turn them both dark side for The Night Sister's favor, something went wrong. Dax'Malkin's body was changed, beastial spikes growing from his back, his teeth pointed and sharp, the whites of his eyes now an inky black. But still, his heart stayed in the light. When he awoke, the jedi who saved him told Dax that his brother had been lost to them... Dax didn't question this, thinking that his brother had died in the ritual.

After this, Dax'Malkin has always had darkness whispering in his mind, in his heart. He fights hard to keep it at bay, but the ghosts of his past never leave him. He sees them in his reflection every day.

Banshee: Aside from o66, something that haunts Banshee is his first botched mission. He and his brothers were trying to save some refugees from a war-torn planet, but things didn't go exactly as planned. He was moving forward with a small group of the refugees, taking them from a covered area through a field, back toward transport. He didn't see the separatist forces closing in from above, silent as the night... the only one that didn't make it was a kid. The mother screamed and yelled in pain the whole way to the camps, it was the only time Banshee didn't try to drown out the sounds of the battlefield.

If Banshee were ever to have a child, he'd insist on naming them Jaia, after the kid Banshee feels responsible for losing.

Have they torn someone to shred with their bare hands?

Dax: Yes, and it terrifies him. Once Athena fell and Dax went full dark side, he fucking lost everything. He's killed every single clone in the 404th except for Grave Squad, and he does everything he can to hunt them down for the death of Athena. (Don't worry he gets better and gets a reunion with Grave and Athena its not even an AU or a fix it fic its for real)

Banshee: Not with his bare hands, but he is an explosives expert. He's juiced a few people. But Droids? Yeah, he's ripped them apart many, many times.

Modesty and sex question under the cut ✂️

What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

Dax: oh for sure this Jedi Master fucks. His view on the "No love" policy is "fuck that. Have objectivity. Do not sacrifice the good of the many for the good of the one. Obsession is not love." For this he would straight up hate Anakin lmao, because Anakin is obsessed with Padme. Yeah he loves her, but he's also obsessed with her.

But anyway back to Dax. He's not like, running around telling everyone about his exploites, but he's open about them when he's asked. His padawan and adoptive daughter, Annika Cree, asked once when she was little, "Have you ever been in love?" He replied no, not romantically, but physically, and has experienced deep familial love. When she was older, he told her about the safety and precautions she'd need to take around sex and relationships, and he made sure to create an environment where she could always come to him for guidance and advice on these things.

Banshee: it takes Ban a good while to finally be intimate with a partner. That's not to say he doesn't have the drive, often he has it right away, but he's very sensitive and docile. He wants to make sure everything is true on both sides, that they both want it, that it's not the only thing they both want, and that sex isn't the end of their time together. Ban's sex drive is very very high, but his need for intimacy is even higher than that.

[fearotica]

I just experienced the worst tabletop rpg of my life and I need to angrily vent about it because by God, how the fuck did it get that bad. Severe content warnings ahead: Sexual assault, sexual harassment, transphobia, misogyny

If you're interested in tabletop rpgs like Dungeons and Dragons or Pathfinder or whatever, this is how not to run a campaign.

First night out after quarantine. Sorry it ended this way. I'm going to use fake names in this story, and to provide context there is an age gap between certain groups of players. Adults in their twenties, and then older adults around the DM's age. I'm closer in age to the DM's kids. I know the younger adults from university. I don't know everyone in this group very well. Also important: many of the younger adults are transgender and know this DM through Tanya (a trans woman) who knows him through another friend in the group who knows him through a Dad's friend type situation. Important (fake)names here are Tanya's roommate Robin, Lara, and Joe. There are two other players in this group that are cis guys. Nobody in the named group is over 5'4" except Tanya.

The premise of this game is Star Wars! The party is supposed to go to a planet and find out information for a financial reward. We started the night making up our characters. Joe, Robin, and I made male characters. I made a strong, tank type character, Robin made a mechanic/medic. Lara wanted to be an Ewok. Pretty standard stuff. Joe asked about using substitute words as swear words because he is uncomfortable using mean language. Lots of silly voices and goofing off.

Then we get to the planet we need to be on. Now, I wasn't able to find information online about Dathomir that confirmed this information as canon. Even if it is, there are other planets in Star wars and the joy of storytelling is the ability to make things up or omit things. The DM explains that Dathomir is very female dominated, has nearly no males, and that any males they do have are kept for breeding. All of the NPCs described are described boob-first with emphasis on how almost naked/naked they are. The characters played by cis men are mostly just ignored. Apparently the NPCs did not think the player character with high social/charisma skills, a muscular human appearence, and great hair was attractive. I wonder why the DM targetted specific male characters over others. Hmmmmmm....

My character was consistently groped, harrassed, and targetted as was Robin's. When I expressed discomfort with this setting, I was informed that this was just the lore in the books and I needed to roll with it for a little while. Robin looks uncomfortable. He says he'll be back and leaves the room for a minute (much to the DM's annoyance). The party approaches the political figure we need to negotiate with.

The following is how the DM described the scene:

The leader was wearing a latex microbikini top with her nipples visible through the fabric and a pleated microskirt. Behind her was a large painted mural of her sprawled naked over a bed. To the left was her "pain" wall and to the right was her "humiliation" wall.

I lost my patience and told him this is clearly and obviously some porno kink scenario he's trying to get off to and I'm really not interested in this kind of roleplay with him. He told me it's all written in his books and that if I think this is a kink thing I must have a femdom fetish and am projecting it onto his character.

This is getting kinda long, so part 1/2 give me a sec

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A sweet Reunion| Echo

Something short and sweet because lets be honest I think I fucked you guys up with that last crosshair one-

Reader: female

Warnings: nope

"What I need is clones."

Cid leaned back in her chair, the cloaked figure infront of her.

"Oh?" Cid questioned, "You know after the republic went imperal not to many clones are loosey goosey lookin for work. They're all employed with the empire."

"My intell says you have a group of clones for hire."

Cid crossed her arms, "and if I do whats it to you?"

The figure took off the heavy sling bag, tossing it onto the desk between them, "Will this suffice?" The bag over flowing with imperal currency, and of the highest denomination.

"You have my attention." Cid spoke.

"Good I'll need to see them."

"Now that will-"

Cutting her off the figure reached down picking up another bag and tossing it on the desk, the backpack causing the first bag to spill over, the credits in the second bag spilling out.

"I have more, but I will need see them."

"Alright agreed."

"Good."

"Now whats the mission?"

"Im looking for someone," the figure responded, "a soilder, the republic went empire and I want to find out the truth about what happened to him."

"Fine. They'll return in two cycles."

The figure said nothing and left Cid in silence.

Two cycles came, the batch of clones arriving back at the bar.

"I got a new mission for you boys." Cid spoke from behind the counter.

"Another one?" Omega asked curiously.

"Yeah. Someone came in a day or two ago. Payed me massive credit to see you all." Cid spoke, "Im assuming there lookin for one of your kind. A clone. Seemed pretty heart broken about it all too."

"That would be a first." Echo spoke.

"Indeed it would, not many approved of the cloning facilities, or clone troopers." Tech spoke.

"Did they leave a name?" Hunter asked.

"No. Just two bag fulls of high denomination imperal credits." Cid spoke, "when getting paid you don't ask much, especially if its just for some meet and greet. They'll be here later today. Don't blow this!"

Cid walked off leaving the group alone, "so. What do we do while we wait?" Omega asked.

It was boring, waiting around for this person. What did they want clones for? Maybe they were paying for information? Or maybe needed a bounty Hunter.

They were all in the back room on Cid's orders to not draw attention. The bar empty as finally they heard two voices, Cid being one of them.

"Where are they?" The second asked, "We had a deal. I've done this two many times. If you're lying to me you'll by lying on the floor in a matter of seconds."

"Now hold your tigger happy." Cid spoke sarcastically, "Get out here!"

They filed out, if needed to they were ready to shoot, Omega hidden behind the group.

"There." Cid spoke rolling her eyes as she left the group, they could take care of themselves.

It was silent as the men looked at each other.

"I-" the figure spoke, "your...alive-"

"Very Much-" Tech spoke out, "but who are you to be exact."

The hood was removed as a woman stood there, hair back in a clip as her eyes were two oldly different colors, her face littered with small scars.

"Y/n?" Echo asked shocked as Y/n nodded, "Y/n...Y/n. Y/N!"

She laughed nodding more as Echo ran to hug her, immediately picking her up and twirling her around. She laughed happily as he set her back down.

"Uh who's Y/n?" Omega asked Tech.

"The woman of my dreams!" Echo replied as Y/n smiled, his good hand through her hair, "I- the files said you had died!"

"Death couldn't beat me even if it tried." Y/n smiled.

The two laughed happily, pulling each other into a kiss as Wrecker gaged causing Omega to laugh lightly.

The two pulled away as Y/n smiled, turning herself towards the group.

"Im so glad you are all alive." Y/n spoke, "I've been searching non-stop."

"You. Have?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Well of course." Y/n spoke, "any clone trooper of mine is my family."

"Here it is." Tech spoke pulling up something on his data pad, "She was a general during the clone wars, usually paired with Ashoka Tano, when she wasnt Pair with the infamous trio of Skywalker, Kenobi, and Tano. She won countless battles."

"She doesnt seem much like a jedi." Hunter spoke, looking back at Echo and her, the clone pulling her into another kiss.

"Its said she was killed on Dathomir. A long time ago." Tech responded running through the files, "and was never heard of again. Perhaps the order banished her- these battle records are amazing."

Tech contuined to scroll through them, "She has no Battalion to her name. And gave an infamous speach about clones in support of them during the war and after the war efforts."

"So a clone supporter?" Hunter questioned.

"Well. A clone empathizor really, before becoming a Jedi she denounced the order to be a clone at 17 years of age, and then return to the order on account of plead by the council and the chanellor."

"So. Shes one of us then!?" Wrecker asked.

"In a sense yes." Tech spoke.

"Alright!" Omega cheered rushing through the boys and towards Echo ans Y/n.

"You're a total kick ass!" Omega spoke stars in her eyes as she looked up at Y/n.

"Hey! Who taught you that?!" Hunter argued.

"Cid did!"

"And who are you little One?" Y/n questioned

"I'm Omega!" She cheered.

Y/n smiled, "well Omega. If I do say so myself. I am a kick ass arent I?"

[softpadawan]

Liveblogging Jedi Fallen Order pt. 2

In the time between this post and the last, I have learned that the Mantis is basically a luxury yacht. And you've got this filthy probably-smelly scrapper Jedi on board with no idea how hard it is to get oil stains out of potolli weave fabric. It's Pretty Woman set in the GFFA

Greez in the galley, making food, having a crisis LOLOLOL

Ah, we meet Merrin! I wasn't expecting such a thick accent (why did I think she would sound like Buffy Summers? And why is it that the Nightsisters have accents but the Nightbrothers don't?) 🤔

I'm actually surprised there's anyone left on Dathomir, but everyone forgets the Nightbrothers I guess.

Damn that looks like Maul's lair. Wait, is that a GRILL? Was Maul a BBQ fiend? Is that why he looks like a bottle of extra spicy Tex-Mex rib sauce? 🍖

NO NO CAL, DON'T TALK TO STRANGE OLD GUYS IN HOODS IN SPOOKY DARK PLACES. THE SAME THING WILL HAPPEN TO A KID NAMED EZRA IN ABOUT 11 YEARS AND THAT DIDN'T TURN OUT WELL EITHER

Greez calling Cal "weirdo" again hehehe

Cal used Push... IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!

I like how Cal periodically runs his hand through his hair in idle moments. Yeah, dude, we know your hair is perfect 🙄

STUMBLING UPON SOME HIDEOUS GIANT RAT-THINGS EATING A DEAD STORMTROOPER, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE GFFA LOL

Gather round, kids, time for another one of Greez's cockpit talks *sits crosslegged on the floor*

I hope Cal knows to keep his ankles together and clench his sphincter when diving feet-first into water

Perfect hair, even when wet (of course)

I don't know what the actual gameplay is like, but in this video, Cal has a new poncho every time he visits a new location. Are there tourist shops on Dathomir and Kashyyyk where they sell ponchos? Is Cal picking up a new one every time he goes somewhere? Is this a souvenir side quest?

HANG ON TO THOSE VINES, TARZAN

Cal performs the Zeb Orrelios Double-head Knock Maneuver™ on the Walker pilots LOLOL Maybe it's a Lasat move and Cal learned it from his Master. Bonus: "I can't believe that actually worked."

CAL CACKLING AS HE AND BD-1 TAKE CONTROL OF THE WALKER LOLOL I FEEL YOU MAN, I'D BE LAUGHING TOO

The fact that Cal didn't scream and shit himself when Saw Gerrera suddenly appears on his windshield is proof that this is pure fiction.

Cal: What are you guys doing? Saw: Pissing off the Empire. Wanna help? Cal, with approx. 47 current missions, shrugging: Sure why not

OH GOD THESE WALKERS DON'T HAVE AIRBAGS OR SEATBELTS OR ANYTHING AND WE'RE GOING DOWN, HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTT, BD

Annnnd this is how Cal gets roped into the rebellion!

Cal freeing Wookiee prisoners just like Ezra does 10 years later 🥲

YIKES that Purge Trooper sounds just a little bit too horny to see a Jedi 😳

Holyshit that special attack move is incredibly sexy, I love it when one dude just rolls across the back of another dude. Just bros being dudes fighting to the death

Oh fuck OH FUCK CAL WATCH OUT THERE'S A SECURITY DROID RIGHT BEHIND— *Cal gets lifted up and tossed like a candy wrapper* I swear it sounds like he grunts "OW DAMMIT" when he lands* Where are your Jedi instincts man? Lol

Cal awkwardly accepting thanks from the free Wookiees is so cute

I love it when he smiles. I am so in love with this guy it's embarrassing.

HOLY SHIT CAL DON'T GET SET ON FIRE, IF YOU LOSE YOU HAIR I WILL FORCE CHOKE THE EMPIRE MYSELF—

Boy, with all this ruckus Cal's causing on Kashyyyk, it's only a matter of time before Biggus Dickus hears of this.

Saw's speech is putting tears in my eyes, god stop it man

Is... is anybody going to put those fires out??

"I'm a very positive guy. I'm positive that if I die, I'll be very upset." I LOVE YOU GREEZ

Second Sister, in a haughty drawl: Cal Kest— Cal, if he were me: AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Stop scr AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Stop screaming I just— AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!

I actually like Trilla more than I thought I would

Oh hohoho she's getting Cal pissed off, I like that. "What would Jaro Tapal say if he could see his Padawan now?" ...maybe I've been reading too much smutfic, but that sounds like a line straight out of a smutfic. Now I'm imagining Cal bound spread-eagle and [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

Cal, fiercely: I won't let anyone touch them [young Force sensitive children] DAD CAL WILL PROTECT EVERY KID IN THE GALAXY TRILLA DON'T TEST HIM

Cal sure does squeeze through a lot of tight spots. It's cute when BD hops off his back and onto his shoulder or arm

Are... are all Purge Troopers this horny about killing? Is it a requirement? "Must be this psychotic and horny to qualify"?

OH SHIT NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN CAL IF YOU LOSE YOUR FKKN SABER AGAIN I WILL COME THROUGH THIS SCREEN AND yessss remember Jaro's teachings! Good boy (I feel like I'm raising this kid lol)

Squeezing through passages yet again. This boy has more in common with Ezra than he'll ever know LMAO Kanan now has TWO duct-spelunking gremlins to deal with. Everyone say a prayer for Kanan Jarrus

"I don't care if they're a Jedi, a Wookiee or a Bogling, I'm going to destroy them!" Props to the stormtrooper for using a non-binary pronoun for Cal until he learns his preferred one LOL "We may be evil fascists, but we won't stand for misgendering our enemies!"

Cordova, I'm getting just a liiiiiittle bit sick and tired of your obsession with ancient artifacts. Your name henceforth will be Jedindiana Jones.

Ba-GONK? Really? A droid named Ba-Gonk? HAHAHAHA

OH SHIT HE'S LIGHTING MY BOY UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE WHAT NONONO

OH GOD WHERE'S BD IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HIM I'M GONNA AAAAA CAL CALLING FOR HIS LITTLE BUDDY I'M SCARED AND FURIOUS

Cal muttering "these jerks" as he takes the restraining bolt off BD 😭

IS THAT THE HU Cal: Hey, I recognize this band. I RECOGNIZED THEM FIRST

Sorc Tormo, no relation to the Grandmaster of Sakaar I'm sure LOL Ooh what is this, a gladiator scene? Are we gonna see Cal in a loincloth? (wishful thinking)

OH HELL IT'S ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MUTANT CROCOFROGS FROM THE FLORIDA EVERGLADES, AND THIS ONE IS ON MIAMI BATH SALTS

This scene would have been 9000% better if Cal were in a loincloth and knee-high gladiator sandals, just saying

Annnd the Mantis arrives in time to save Cal! Hoo boy Cere, you got some splainin to do

Greez, having another crisis: This is fine. Everything's gonna be fine

Aww Greez waking Cal up again for a chat 🥺 Cal don't be mean, Greez just wants to know what's going on :( CAL SAY SOMETHING, GREEZ IS POURING HIS HEART OUT TO YOU "You two are the best thing that ever happened in my life" GAWD I'M WEEPING PAPA GREEZ

Sometimes a family is a crusty old pilot with a gambling addiction, a traumatized former Jedi, and a masterless Padawan with more scars than happy memories

"That's a game term." "I know what it is." 😂

"I'm busy. I gotta figure out what to cook next." Getting some STRONG Italian grandma vibes from Greez

Hoo boy ANOTHER horny Purge Trooper (wtf is he wielding? It looks heavy and cumbersome) Purge Trooper, orgasmically: YeeEEeess! FIGHT MEEE! Cal: Not until you buy me dinner

"Electrohammer Purge Trooper". Sounds like a mixed drink or a funky novelty dance from the late 90s.

Ninth Sister is going to make strawberry-ginger jelly outta Cal and spread him on her morning toast 😳

Cal's boots are gonna be so caked and crusty after sliding through 10km of Kashyykian mud, Greez is gonna have to hose him down before he lets him in the ship LOL

GIANT VENUS FLY TRAPS oh boy Cal narrowly escaping getting vored again

Hollllyyyy SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GIANT BIRD IT'S THE SIZE OF A SHIP Cal: What is that thing? Is is a bird? Yes. Is it a plane? Also yes.

I love Cal's little baby Padawan voice (Why couldn't they have made FPJ's Kanan/Caleb sound like that? Instead we got a Padawan who has a 3 kids, a mortgage, and a receding hairline.)

Hurt Shyyyo bird uh oh! We need Dr Bridger here STAT!

Awww Cal has a way with animals, too. I'd love to see him and Ezra bonding over their connection to animals.

Kanan seeing his partner and his Padawan bring home yet another injured animal: YOU ARE RELEASING THIS ONE GO BACK INTO THE WILD, UNDERSTAND? NO MORE ANIMALS ON THIS SHIP Cal and Ezra: But Kaaaaayyyy...

I KNEW HE'D BE HOPPING A RIDE ON THAT BIRD SOONER OR LATER (🎵 I believed he could fly 🎶)

OMG when BD runs it's like a cockatiel puttering across the floor at 100 mph HAHAH I would die for that droid 😢

Ooh costume switch in this play. Cal looks fucking hot in the Inquisitor uniform

Aww Cere and Greez have dinner lunch ready when Cal comes in, I love seeing families eat in the GFFA

God this is the most uncomfortable dinner ever. Cloud City dinner with Vader doesn't even come close

GREEZ HAS BEEN SALTING HIS FOOD FOR A SOLID MINUTE JFC IT'S INEDIBLE NOW

Cal don't be an ass, Cere is pouring her heart out to you... I forget that he's just 18 sometimes 🙄

(I just found out that Debra Wilson is playing Cere, no wonder she was so familiar to me. Also I love her)

"This Cordova guy's really putting some wear and tear on my ship." SEND HIM A BILL, GREEZ, I'M SERIOUS

"Dathomir. The one place in the galaxy we don't want to see any closer... and the one place we're trying to get to, Mr Frodo."

Oh HELL dead Nightsisters, this is even worse than when Maul called them up from the grave in Rebels, these ones are still juicy

In a situation like this, you can only do one thing: THE MONSTER MASH

And this is where I've gotta call it a night. I hope my losing my mind has been entertaining

[crab-instruments]

What’s Coming to Me Part 8

Master <Part 7 Part 9>

Pairing: Crosshair x Sniper Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: killing and ambivalence to killing

Beta Reader: @unfocusedfish (Updated 7/10/22)

a/n: I'm not sure I remember writing this, my days have been such... days lately. As a great philosopher once said, "the years start comin, and they don't stop comin" and damn, I really feel that. If you need a strongly worded letter, hmu apparently I do it well.

*Me looking for a Crosshair gif* so many gifs of this man's hands, you fucking sinners

Time blurred together as you continued forward. You felt a weight building on your shoulders, the looming future with its obstacles ahead. Crosshair kept a few paces behind you, watching for more enemies on the horizon.

The more you thought about the past few days, the less sense it made. How… how did this happen? It was more confusing when you considered Crosshair’s actions. Did he not consider you an enemy from the start? He was the one who attempted to save you first, setting the two of you on this journey of onus to one another.

You looked into the horizon and spotted your transport ship in the distance. Closing your eyes, you stopped moving and took a deep breath in. The next round of charades was on.

Crosshair came to a halt a few steps behind you when you turned, his eyes watching the approaching ship. “That the ship that’s going to get us out of here?” You nodded. “Doesn’t look like a Separatist ship.” You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the sheepish, guilty look that took over your face. “…However, there is still a problem with me just walking on the ship, going by your hesitation.”

You bowed your head and returned the rock once again.

He huffed something that could be a laugh as he took the rock back and put it in a pocket. When he looked back, you held your hand out, cuffs dangling from your fingers. Crosshair paused for a moment before handing his rifle to you and holding his wrists out. You put the cuffs on his wrists lightly and let his arms drop. This plan seemed better suited when you hadn’t gone and caught feelings or morals. Now it felt like a misuse of his trust, even if you didn’t intend to break it.

You nodded to yourself before grabbing Crosshair’s wrist to lead him to the ship. The ship itself was more Republic than Crosshair had led on, being an Eta-class shuttle, one used by Jedi ambassadors usually. It has been modified to Coruscant and back so it was hardly recognizable, considering it may be more parts of other ships than the original. The pilot, a Nautolan named Nuwa Gec, was an odd shade of seafoam green that became a teal towards the ends of his extensions and extremities. Nautolans usually have fourteen extension-head tentacles, but Nuwa had twelve, losing two due to his gambling habits and run-ins with unsavory crowds.

People like yourself.

While you weren’t the one who had cut his extensions, you did hold him on a leash, as he owed you many favors. Favors involving transporting you from mission to mission. He was in a large amount of debt, mainly for the ship he was flying. Nuwa liked to talk, more of a nervous habit than anything you guessed, but he was a reliable pilot.

It’s possible the fear of dying may have something to do with his piloting skills.

The door to the shuttle opened with a hiss and you moved Crosshair past the threshold, guiding him to sit down. Even though the ship was meant to hold ten comfortably, it was mostly packed with supplies and junk Nuwa kept around. ‘One day it will be useful, and on that day, you’ll be thankful!’ You made your way to the cockpit, ready for the onslaught of words.

“Heeyyyyyyyy, Quiet! Glad to see that you’re all in one piece, though you look like you were attached to the back of a speeder by a cable and dragged through the mud. Did you wrestle with a mudhorn a few hours before calling in? Kriff, this planet is swampy, I hate being here only marginally less than Dathomir, and that’s saying something. At least this place is green and has life to it, mainly running water and no freaky witches running around. Wait, there’s no witches, right? I did fly over some creepy forest so I guess there could be some swamp magic force users or something.” He turned and noticed Crosshair. “Oh… you usually don’t bring your work home with you. Special orders to bring him in alive, hmm? Well, whatever, so long as you keep him locked up tight and he doesn’t take anything. Those long legs don’t look trustworthy.” Even though Nuwa asked questions, he never stopped to get answers. No lower setting on the Nautolan other than ‘full blast’. You had stopped listening for a moment to type in the coordinates of a safe house you had.

“Wait, wait, wait. Tatooine?” Nuwa waved his arms to emphasize his words. “That’s in Hutt’s air space, no go, nayc jate, as you might say, if you said words, I mean. I’m trying to avoid becoming fish paste or… gihaal as you might also say, again, if you communicated with your vocal cords like most sentients do.” He chuckled nervously before— “Not that it’s a problem! I find it quite endearing! Silent killer. It makes sense. Should do a holomovie about you.” As he continued his assault of Basic on your ears, you pushed in the rest of the coordinates.

Nuwa cleared his throat, his anxiety spike obvious. “Uhhh, like I said, I’d do anything if it wasn’t that. Well, I may have a few other boundaries, but you know that I would do—” He shut his mouth quickly when you put your blaster in his face. After a few painstakingly long moments, “alright, alright, but we are taking the long way, so it’ll be harder for them to find out it’s me.”

Satisfied, you walked out of the cockpit and closed the door. Crosshair, who had taken his helmet off, watched you as you sat down. He gave a questioning look as you took off your helmet and armor, the gears in his head turning again.

“Why did you… You don’t know how to fly a ship, do you? And he doesn’t know that… Jate'kara…” You gave Crosshair a wide, chaotic smile as he put together another piece of the puzzle that represented you.

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Once you were settled in, you removed the cuffs from Crosshair’s wrists and pointed him in the direction of the refresher. It was small but it was better than being covered in dirt for the whole ride. You set to work fixing up your tech with some of the pieces around Nuwa’s ship. If he threw a fit, you’d remind him of how much he owes you.

You hesitated as you reached for the clone’s vambrace. Fixing it seemed normal, why wouldn’t you fix it? But the thought of Crosshair having a way to communicate with the outside world before you got him to safety gave you pause. You shook your head to erase the idea and fixed his tech anyway. At this point, why did it matter? You set his stuff back the way it was, so he would not notice you had messed with it.

By the time Crosshair had walked out of the ‘fresher, you had fixed all that you could and sat in a seat upside-down, legs hovering over the top of the back and your back on the cushion. Your newly fixed holopad was in your hands and you had been staring at the blinking cursor for a few minutes. You didn’t know how to type the message you were trying to send.

“Dear Bad Batch,

Crosshair will be at this location.

It’s not a trap. Promise.”

“Crosshair is fine, pick up is at the attached coordinates.

Bring payment for babysitting.”

“I have your sniper but he’s too snarky so I would like to return him for a full refund.

Thx”

“If you want Crosshair back, go to these coordinates.

x”

Unfortunately, Crosshair bumped you as you typed the last one, so it sent. Certainly not threatening at all, even with the typo. You made a face before getting out of the seat and moving towards the ‘fresher.

When the door whooshed closed, you made eye contact with your reflection, or what had to be your reflection. The bags under your eyes rivaled the collection of emotional baggage, hair messy and gross, and enough dirt on your face to be considered camouflage, if it had been intentional.

You stripped quickly, your blacks sticking to your skin in an uncomfortable fashion, you imagined it was not unlike vacuum packed rations. Since you didn’t have a spare set, you washed them first before washing yourself. It wasn’t long before you attempted to wring the blacks dry before trying to put them back on, no matter how much you didn’t want to.

By the time you stepped out of the ‘fresher, Crosshair had his own little project on the floor, pieces scattered around. You walked forward, hair and blacks awkwardly sticking to you as you approached. When you finally realized what he was doing, you froze.

He’s cleaning my armor. Does he know what that means? He clearly doesn’t know the significance, as he is cleaning… my armor… But he knows Mando’a so maybe he knows that only vode or cyare’se…

The tiny rat that powered your brain fell off the wheel it was running on.

Crosshair noticed your presence first and reacted with embarrassment second. So, he did know…?

He didn’t make eye contact with you as a small voice said, “It’s beskar, it needs high quality treatment. It should have been the first thing you did.” He tried to scold you but the red in his face and ears betrayed him. When you didn’t move or change how wide your eyes were, Crosshair stood and collected himself to try again. “Listen, you cleaned my sniper first, which is pretty much the same declaration of love, so if anyone should be embarrassed, it should be you.”

Somehow, you reached a new level of surprise you didn’t realize you had. You mouthed the word ‘love’, the little rat you depended on was out of service and could not help you understand this one.

Not only did he understand but he also had an understanding it was a lover’s duty.

You weren’t sure how long you both just stood there, stupidly looking into each other’s eyes, but Crosshair made a dismissive noise before attempting to escape the situation.

Suddenly, your arms were not your arms and they moved on their own, grabbing the clone by the neck of his blacks with one hand and cupping the cheek with your other. Your eyes fluttered shut as you gave into the control, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was now Crosshair’s turn to be surprised, his eyes widening, and body frozen in place.

The small rat suddenly caught up and got back on the wheel, your thoughts coming back online. Your eyes shot open, and you pulled away but only for a moment. Crosshair pulled you back in, this kiss much more passionate than the first. His hand became tangled in your wet hair as the other branded your hip, pulling you closer. You both only pulled away when you had to breathe, basking in the moment, sanity airlocked a long time ago.

Both of you jumped apart when a ding from your holopad interrupted the moment. You turned away from the clone, realizing how light headed you felt, that you were shaky, and how elated but utterly confused you were. Your ears amplified the white noise of the ship and it sounded deafening.

You made your way over to the holopad eventually, stumbling almost drunkenly, before opening the message. It was from The Batch, a coded message. It didn’t make any sense to you, but it was possible you lost major brain function momentarily, so you handed it over to Crosshair. He took in your state with a smirk, not lingering too long as he was not much better off.

Clearing his throat, Crosshair broke the tense silence. “They are making sure it’s not a trap, and if I have the ability to answer.” You made eye contact with him. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell them it’s safe.” He smirked and added, “Only have to watch out for the maneater.”

You punched his arm before taking a seat again.

Part 9

Here's Nuwa, the fastest talker this side of the galaxy, drawn by the lovely @zentalikestodraw

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Notes:

Now if we're gunna do Maneater, are we gunna do Hall and Oates or Nelly? You decide

I added a Nautolan as a shout out to @kybacrystal and their love of Kit Fisto. The character is nothing like Kit so maybe don't look to hard, just know that I thought of you.

Mando'a

nayc jate - no good, I basically wanted it to be like that guy who throws in a 'no bueno' randomly.

gihaal - dried fish-meal (like pemmican - lasts for years but very pungent smell)

Jate'kara - luck

vode - brothers/siblings

cyare’se - loved ones

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[quinntamsin]

*Taps her helmet and fingers her blaster pistol, she wouldn’t get the bounty that day.*

Let’s discuss the newest episode of the Book, ah yes the good Book of Boba.

Well, momre of the bullshit Biba Fortuna put things through after the “Sailbarge Incident.”

Episode 3, “The Streets of Mos Espa”, opens with an update on what state the city is in, especially the chaos of the street. We learn that no one respects Lord Fett, it’s a given, since these fools no nothing of the Mando’ade, truly. If they did they would be fearful of insult a Clan Lord. But hey, fuck these idiots. Gotta love the choice of actor for Peel.

We run to the streets of Espa where apparently Boba is playing gang purger and of course he spins the gang. He’s a smart, and I fucking love that he’s getting a bloody swoopbike gang on his side. This is how a Lord rules! And we learn that while yes, Jabba was powerful, he wasn’t necessarily the main ruler of Tatooine, that or Biba was just a shit crime boss. I think it’s the latter, Jabba ruled all of a planet and Biba lost it down to one measely city.

And now back to the flashbacks.

Fuck - this series just makes me laugh so hard. We have a classic lone rider scene with Boba Fett sauntering in on a Bantha. This is straight out of spaghetti western and I like how once again we learn that he’s learned a lot of his new style of rule via working with the Tuskens. The make up on the Pyke was...solid, it think its hard to animate a bloody fish face.

And wow, looks like we have a Luke esque ending for the damn Tuskens. They’re all dead it appears as he returns to the camp inflames. This was definitely foreshadowed by those fuckers attacking the moisture farmers. I’m guessing that because this was such a small tribe they were an easy target. We fade in to Boba in the tank and we are being attacked by Black Krranstan. The massive wookie just tosses Fett around like a bloody toy. Temuera’s broken up and scarred body, and of course out pops the fucking gang and the Gamorreans.

The fighting choreophgraphy of this particular show really and Fett gives his pigman guard access to a Bantha tank. Of course, he treats his people this well. This is why Shand is always there and is willing to die for him. He and Shand have a discussion over how to respond to the Twins, and they bring a fucking Rancor. Do Hutts think about anything sides pet Rancors. OH GOD THE BEAST TRAINER is DANNY TREJO. GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW!

And yes, we got a Witches of Dathomir riding Rancor mention, fuck yeah, I love it when we get Expanded stuff okayed.ALso, please let the Ranco be his awesome bad ass mount. Not some stupid plot to kill Boba. I’m so damn happy it made my day to see him petting his new buddy.

And HELLO MEGAN! We get that idiotically annoying Twi’lek attache to the Mayor running from our swoopbikers. Lol, this show just its just great. Like this is the shit I’ve wanted from Starwars in forever!Note these kids ride a bloody Vespa version of swoopbikes. They’re also all tricked out in slightly ridiculous outfits for gansters, and it makes them seem kind of wannabe ish. Which makes them arriving with Boba even better.

This show is about a crime lord saying fuck it to the system and just casually fucking it all over. Ah yes, the Pykes are back as well. It makes sense, they are one of the biggest syndicates and were a major player in the Shadow Collective. Oh, i hop we get Black Sun later in this series! And that ends it. This series feels like it moves so fast, and the truth is its just chock full of actio and content.

Hottakes:

I’m Headcanoning that girl ganger as Shand’s fucking Protege.

The Rancor’s name is Bubba and he is best boi!

If they give Boba a fucking rancor, Din Djarin, aka MANDO, needs a bloody Basilisk Droid!

The Pykes popping up for war makes me think we’re gonna see more Tuskens in this series. YES, let Warleader Tusken come back from the dead for some serious revenge.

Gay Thoughts:

Okay let’s do this.

Boba to me seems pretty ace, I headcanon him as a grey ace IMO.

Shand is momma pan gay.

Those Gamorreans are either siblings or fucking besties.

The gang are all fucking gay, JUST SO delish gay.

[spockandawe]

Man, the biggest disappointment of the clone wars, by far, is how BARELY the clones are even characters. 99 got as many lines as most of the other boys. I was expecting echo to have at least *one* episode between invited to be an arc and being sploded. There's still a few seasons left, but I'm only a few from umbara, which means it's time for hardcase and dogma to get, very possibly, less development than cutup and droidbait. I know the bad batch is going to disappoint me in new and exciting ways, but it's.... very unsettling. The random old jedi dude who helped ahsoka find her lightsaber has gotten show attention leaps and bounds beyond arguably every clone we've met. At a minimum, fives and rex will beat him out eventually, for sure, but they've been around for three whole seasons and are losing, badly, to a one-off rando unaffiliated with any main characters.

Like, I was so excited to meet monnk, and stoked to see it was a three-parter where he was featured, so SURELY-- no. fuck you. if you don't already recognize his armor in murky low light, you don't even get to know if he's talking. I watched one mortis episode and skipped the others, because it was AGONIZINGLY dull and i don't need three episodes to tell me anakin is super powerful and gets dangerously attached to his people. I can't believe we dumped all the dathomir momentum for THAT, and there weren't any clones or zabraks to make things fun

Not that I'm.... unhappy here. I'm just kind of stunned by just how much fandom creators are carrying this franchise on their backs. I would still say it's a good show, but i would be DRASTICALLY less compelled if not for fanfic to expand on all these characters who show up to get a name and die. People clown on cody for barely having a canonical personality, but I'm almost halfway through, and he's got more to him than almost every other clone character 🙃 The most developed clone so far is 99, and that's because he's a clear-cut Tragic Archetype 🙃🙃🙃

Just IMAGINE this show with a more modern form factor, something closer to SU maybe, where you've got a large-scale plot happening, but it's easy to zoom in on tighter episodes as necessary, but ALSO can integrate side characters in little ways to round them out before they're central to the plot. 'But SU has a smaller cast--' COOL then take your notes from transformers! I'd hesitate to say most animated versions do a good job of giving the WHOLE cast balanced attention, but it's still an improvement. Imagine I had some idea of who jesse was before umbara! Or kix! That would be wild! But I think they've had one or two throwaway lines each, and it's such a waste of potential.

[irenadel]

So I recently read the short story “An Unwilling Apprentice” and found it all sorts of unsatisfying and intriguing, mostly because in canon we are given completely contradictory hints in regards to how old exactly Maul was when Sidious took him and in what circumstances he was taken.

1) Maul seems to remember nothing of Dathomir. True this can happen both if he was taken as a baby too young to remember or by sheer, ornery self-defense against remembering something less shitty that current circumstances.

1) a) Maul’s name: Maul says in Rebels that he used to have a name long ago, that was forgotten, which is just... I’m... it kills me okay? That just outright destroys the fuck out of me. Because it means he’s acknowldging a Dathomir he doesn’t remember, but now knows existed (thanks to Savage and that bitch Talzin, whom I stan), a Time Before Sidious. And also because... I don’t think “Maul” is actually a sithly soubriquet. “Maul” sounds too much like other nightbrother names, which sure, all sound sithly but that’s because Dathomir is neck deep in Dark Side Aesthetics. It’s entirely possible that “Maul” is his actual birth name. Talzin and Savage never call him anything else, though Talzin would have a vested interest in restoring to him any sort of lost name, maybe not in the immadiate aftermath of dragging Maul out of the pit of raving insanity, but at any point afterwards... maybe? a little? Mother Talzin if you named him something less metal please speak up...

2) There is that one depiction of Maul in Son of Dathomir, presumably at the time Sidious just got hold of him.

And like that’s absolutely adorable but he IS too old to not remember anything because of age (then again comic book artists are notorious for drawing weirdly adulty kids), so that means he did not remember because he blocked most of his memories? Well.... my problem with this is that you create a sort of phantom (ha!) preMaul where you have to imagine Maul sans Sidious’s influence and that’s.... strange if you’re not thinking about a baby or a toddler who have just the beginning of a personality. It’s unsatisfactory for me at least, because you strip Maul of all we know of Maul and chase after the shadow of a kid who no longer exists.

3) We have two accounts of how Maul ends up with Sidious, one of them Talzin insisting he was stolen (what does that mean? furtively? or by coercion like Asajj) and the other being Sidious’s account from the comic Son of Dathomir “a not so appreciated gift” or some old sithly nonsense like that. One must consider that both parties are liars, who is the worst liar of the two? who the fuck knows? So it’s entirely possible that both accounts are wrong or one is right or both are bogus.

3) a) Then there’s also that thing where apparently Talzin wanted to be Sidious’s apprentice and like... for what? and how? and why? and how did you think this was gonna come out okay!? You’re already either clan mother or poised to be clan mother, what do you need this shmuck for!? (Wait! did she become clan mother because of what he taught her? Intriguing new possibility) Like with all competent, older dark siders (I see you Dooku) I am always left baffled by how anyone who is both powerful and saavy ever gets roped into siding with Sidious. The dude is like Chronic Backstabbing Disorder: The Movie. There is nothing about him that says Trustworthy... unless he actually has the chance to groom you since childhood. Like I get Maul, Anakin and Ben Solo.... but WTF Dooku and Talzin?! You guys knew better!!!!

3) b) This is happening when Sidious’s own master is still alive right? Whether you take that to be Plagueis or else... So, so, so.... is Sidious hanging around Dathomir to find out a way to kill his own master? Doesn’t he say something along the lines of “I was learning from her when she thought she was learning from me”? I dunno, sounds like a shitty Sidious thing to do.

So all this to say “An Unwilling Apprentice” presents us a scenario where Maul is in Dathomir long enough to be a boy taught by his mother, who is sometimes bullied by other, bigger boys, and old enough to understand fishy things are happening between his mom and the creepy dude (Sidious). And the manipulation is spot on, don’t get me wrong, Sidious does that thing he does with Anakin where he tells Talzin to do horrible things to herself to gain more power and all these things do is drive a wedge between her and her son, all the while he is stoking anger and resentment in Maul, so that when the time comes Maul goes with him willingly even though that was not the deal he and Talzin had struck. So it is true both that this boy is being “stolen” but also given as a sort of gift to Sidious...

It’s just that this author does the thing authors in Star Wars always do, where they ignore previously established canon, because we can’t actually have one coherent galaxy can we? Because... one, Maul is old enough to remember everything... and like okay I can go with him just blocking those memories.... but this also means Maul was taken old enough for Savage to remember and Savage doesn’t seem to in TCW. Let’s grant that Maul is an unreliable narrator who may be supressing memories or lying about how much he remembers.... but SAVAGE doesn’t remember him. How much Savage actually remembers of his brothers and life is also up for debate, given the Dark Side Steroids and brainwashing he underwent, but still.... STILL it seems the only one who fully remembers Maul is Talzin.

But then we have this in “An Unwilling Apprentice”:

“Matters, however, were only to get worse, for later that night, having been hauled from the pit, the boy found himself introduced to those his keeper claimed would become his kin: a tall, wiry boy of a similar age and a stocky, broad shouldered boy at least a year older.

‘These two boys had for too long been starved of the love and attention all children crave, for the keeper was a stern and self-righteous man, and their mother had long before been taken from them to join a mysterious order from which she had never returned. It seemed fitting, then, that the two of them resented the new boy as much as he resented them, for he represented another mouth to feed and another who would vie for the keeper’s scant attention.“

Are the boys bullying Maul, Savage and Feral??? What the hell kind of jump in characterization is this? Because Savage and Feral seem to be adorable bros who just bro around being bros and not harming anyone until Asajj shows up to fuck their whole shit up... And like I get people can change a lot growing up but...... come on, you don’t have time to take me through such a radical change in personality, this is a short story! Or maybe these bullies have nothing to do with his brothers. (There’s another brother mentioned as a “weakling”? Is THAT Savage? But then Savage is definitely Force sensitive and not a weakling.... is it Feral? Why mention weakling brother if we don’t get enough information on him to place him or have him do enough to affect the story? AUGH!)  And there’s the line, “their mother had been taken from them”.... So nightsisters grow up with nightbrothers? What? Is this keeper brother Viscus? What is going on? What insanity is this?

This is what I mean by ignoring canon. Dathomir is presented as a society violently segregated by gender. You never see any young boys with the nightsisters or any young girls with the nightbrother. For all intents and purposes they all live apart until Violent Breeding Ritual of Rapey Undertones ensues. Any story where you want Maul to be raised at least partially by Talzin must account for this segregation and in that sense you don’t actually... need.... the bullies.... they are kind of superfluous.... You have a whole caste system beating down on babyMaul and his mother wanting to keep him besides her. But then once more you have to account for olderMaul remembering nothing of this. Which okay, fair enough, Savage seems not to remember either. Neither of them seem to be scared or even wary of women... though by all means Savage should definitely be....

I just think it was a good plot with a weak setup that ignored a super useful canon setting and does not account for Maul remembering nothing of all of this! 

When considering all of this I wonder if the most interesting explanation is that Maul did spend enough time in Dathomir to remember but he does not from sheer trauma. I think adult Maul seems to depend on Sidious a lot but... he also seems a lot more... I’m not going to say rebellious, but I’ll say “aware” than Anakin. He goes behind Sidious’s back much more than Vader and is way more resentful of his position as a subordinate (and ready to lord his masterdom over Savage as soon as he gets it... but.... harmlessly.....like siths but for babies, babysiths).

Maybe the more interesting view is to think that Maul remembers nothing and it is only upon encountering Savage and Talzin that, little by little, he begins to remember pieces of it. It would explain his sudden loyalty to Talzin. It would explain his desire for a long forgotten name that Sidious never gave him... it would explain... a lot...

[aftergloom]

Training Days [Feral Opress x OC]

Summary: The aftermath of a high-tension training session dodges the shower and goes straight to the bed. (PWP) Pairing: Feral Opress x Kai Dara Koth (OC) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,144 Warnings: D/s, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay/denial, biting/claiming marks, dirty talk, pet names

Notes: Just Feral being Feral and Kai learning to deal with the way he likes to Top. Takes place somewhere in the aftermath of Crown of Horns. Dirty space babies being dirty.

I really thought I'd posted this previously, but I guess not? Oh well.

Dathomir’s muggy heat got her out of her clothes, Kai told herself. Feral might’ve helped a bit, but his assistance was largely lost at the drape of her knees over his thighs.

Down to her undershirt and panties, and Feral’s bare feet cupping her rump, there was enough to consider without thinking about the logistics of how their after-training session had diverted from the showers to the bed:

Mid-afternoon. Door locked. Sweat still clinging to the back of her neck.

His kisses salty and sweet as he rubbed his tongue against hers, their breaths shared between open-mouthed tastes of each other, the perfume of Kai’s arousal wreathing them the longer he went without touching her.

Feral smiled against her mouth, gaze half-lidded, fingertips roving from the backs of her knees, down her thighs, and up into the cotton clinging to the sweat on her back.

“What are you smiling about?” she murmured.

He nudged her closer, closing the little triangle of space between them a little further.

“Good makeout.” He sank his teeth into her lower lip, to which she mmphed and arched her back.

“And nice tits.” He licked her open before she could laugh, fingers seeking the swell so that she gasped into his kiss.

Feral scooped her breast into his palm, the shear of fabric against her flesh a little grating but in no way that was unpleasant. Rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she bucked and swayed into his grip. Nice and hard, but not hard enough to hurt.

Just enough to feel the damp between her legs, really, and as if he could sense it, he pulled back just enough to glance down.

“I like you like this,” he said, his smile turning shrewd. “A little disheveled.”

He squeezed again, and she groaned.

Feral pressed his teeth to her throat, a smile lingering as he nipped at her collarbone and Kai squirmed.

“Your panties are damp,” Feral said against her mouth. “Just from me kissing you.”

She sighed as he pressed forward, his mouth catching hers.

Kai threaded her hands behind his neck, letting the sweet caresses of his fingertips turn searching. He was right, of course: Feral was only appreciating the wet slick he’d created by taking his time. Still, she couldn’t help but wish he’d pull her panties to the side —

Let her ride his hand a bit since he wasn’t allowing her hands to wander below his waist, but he was free to make her sigh and swell as he squeezed and kneaded and ran his fingertips across her skin as he made her puddle for him.

“Want me to fuck you like this?” he asked, nipping her jaw. “Could just slide these aside —“ He grazed the edge of her thigh, pulling at the edge of her crotch a bit. “Pull you into my lap.” He licked at her mouth. “Let you sink down on my cock.”

“I’d like that,” Kai breathed.

“Don’t even need to take your clothes off, love. I’d suck on your nipples through your shirt. Bite them a bit. You like that, don’t you?”

Nodding, Kai edged closer, her mouth moving over the markings on his face — tasting sweat, feeling him strong underneath her hands and hard beneath her thigh.

“Say, ‘yes, Feral.’”

She licked her lips, watching him as he watched her lips. A smile threatened.

“Do it.”

He held perfectly still, the predator in him sinking into whispers.

She whispered, “Yes, Feral.”

Feral searched her face, his expression turning dangerous.

“Mean it this time.”

A breath shuddered out, and Kai gripped him harder. Tension ticked away inside her like a clock ticking down to some inevitable conclusion.

Feral leaned in, his gaze lingering on her mouth.

“Be a good girl,” he murmured, and everything inside her pulled taut.

His breath tickled across her lips, her body begging to succumb to that one command.

A hoarse noise of agreement escaped her throat.

“Yes, Feral.” Barely above a whisper.

Feral’s answering rumble sent a frisson through her, and Kai looked up: wide-eyed with surprise at the change in his tone — at how she responded to the proud, possessive caress of his fingers down her spine.

Feral licked his lip, considering.

“How wet did that just make you?” he asked.

She shuddered a breath, her vision darkening. Kai puffed a laugh.

“I —“

She flushed, lashes fluttering, squirming a little when his stare became unrelenting.

Feral licked his lips, his gaze flicking over her — like he was considering all the ways in which she might be handled if uncooperative.

“Tell me,” he purred.

Kai gulped a breath, her knees squeezing involuntarily.

“Enough to slip my fingers into you easily?” His lips brushed her mouth, the grip on her breast a little torturous. “Enough to slide you down my cock?”

She knew he could scent her arousal; that this was just play for him — he wanted to warm her up. It was working. If there was one thing Feral excelled at, it was dirty talk.

He kneaded her ass, rocking her closer.

“Tell me, Koth. I want you to describe to me what that sweet little pussy of yours is going to feel like when I take you apart.”

Kai shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut against the brush of his lips along her jaw — laying tender, barely there kisses that left her shivering against the need for his touch.

She clung to his neck while Feral’s fingers crept beneath the seam of her panties, stroking her open with the brush of his fingertips.

“I’m wet, Feral — my panties are soaked.”

His smile broadened, as self-satisfied as a loth cat. “Just from kissing you.”

She pressed into him, letting the graze of his fingers brush against the proof:

Warm, and soft, and wet.

“You have such a nice mouth,” she agreed. And the things he could do with it? Kai chewed her lip.

And Feral darkened, a slow smile spreading as he swelled upward, letting her fall into him.

“Is it sweet?” he whispered. And Kai turned pliant as Feral ran a single digit along the lengths of her folds — a gentle caress that had her eyes falling shut, her breathing gone ragged at the slightest rub of his knuckle just shy of her clit.

He held her close, placing an open mouthed kiss to her collarbone, and brought the digit up to her mouth.

“Tell me, love,” he said, brushing her nectar over her lower lip.

Parting for him, he slipped his finger between her lips, feeling her wrap her soft tongue around him.

Feral’s breathing stopped, and Kai swallowed him back, taking him deeper as she rocked against his hips, trying to find the rhythm she needed to unfurl the tension.

Shuddering a breath, Feral smiled, and watched, and only took it back when he’d decided she was done.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself,” she breathed, but the sound cut off with a sweep of his tongue — pressing her lips apart as if he could claim a taste of her for himself.

He scooped her closer, his hands sliding beneath her ass to pull her up to him, thumbs easing up her ribs, stretching taut the fabric to get at her skin, and kissed her until she gasped open, letting him taste her wholly — the sweep of Feral’s tongue demanding more.

He pulled back, nipping her lower lip so that she groaned.

“Cute nipples.” He could see them through the cotton of her shirt, but Feral’s gaze held hers steady.

“They’re yours,” she breathed.

A flash of teeth.

He nudged one with his nose, his breath hot through the thin fabric as he grazed it with his mouth.

Kai sucked in a breath, edging forward, encouraging. He held her in place with a hand splayed between her shoulder blades, making it so that she couldn’t squirm from him as he sized her up; that she couldn’t lean too far away.

He struck, the bite of pain slight and quick, soothed by his tongue as he wet the fabric, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could with a groan.

The barest brush of his fingers against the crotch of her panties made her stiffen, everything jerking a little tighter towards him. He soothed it with his thumb.

“That’s not fair.” Her breathing hitched.

He sucked a little harder, and she moaned. When Feral popped off of her, he admired the wet patch of his handiwork; the swelled bud peeking through. Both her nipples had pebbled to attention.

He looked up; the gilding of his gaze alight with some new mischief.

Placing his mouth above her breast, Feral inhaled the scent of her skin deeply, groaning as he clutched at her. “You know I like it when you do what you’re told. Almost as much as I like it when you tease me.”

Her chuckle turned gravelly as he licked a path up her throat, kneading her ass, panties pushed into the crease for his fingertips to trace the edges of her arousal. She rocked into it, caressing him as he wrapped a hand around her throat.

“I was teasing you today,” she agreed.

He squeezed a little, drawing her down to take her earlobe between his teeth. Feral growled, and she relented — tipping her head.

“Oh, I know, love.”

Kai rocked into his hand, letting him feel for himself just how ready she was. She slid her hands up his forearms, over his biceps; his shoulders — mapping the patterns of his markings as she succumbed to the urge to press herself into his touch.

“You’re teasing me now,” he said.

She smiled, shutting her eyes as he slipped his fingertips along the edge of her slit.

“But I’m just sitting here,” she whispered.

Feral repressed a grin. “You’re rubbing yourself onto my cock.”

He sank into her — two fingers at once as if to fill her best — her panties pulled to the side and tugging at her hip.

Kai sucked in a breath as Feral’s thumb caught her clit, rocking into her with strong digits. Absent sound, her mouth fell open, body tensing, the burn in her thighs worth the trouble of being able to see his face as he made good on his promises, fucking her solidly with his fingers while she knelt over him — clinging to the back of his neck while he gave her that smug smile and acted all innocent about it.

“That what you want?” he asked. “Help fill you up?”

She made fists of her hands on his shoulders, the muscles in her legs tightening as if to stop herself from riding him. Kai let out a breath that was little more than a puff as he curled his fingers into her, rubbing against the soft spot that made her come the hardest. With the heel of his hand, she could rub her clit into his palm.

“Ride my hand,” he murmured. “Get yourself off.” He kissed her throat, watching her eyelashes flutter as she fought him even in this. “Don’t you want to, love?”

Her lips pressed together in a thin line. She shook her head just once — left to right as if to clear it.

“No?”

Kai grit her teeth, not yet willing to give him the satisfaction of begging for it.

Feral placed a peck on her shoulder, holding her in place by the waist to stop her from writhing.

“Just say it, Kai.” He was smirking.

He stoked deeper inside her, feeling her legs twitch as he found the cadence she liked. She tightened on him as if she could break his hand. Feral rolled his head back, watching her expression change. He smiled, eyes glittering.

“So you don’t want me to play with this sweet little cunt?”

She let out a breath, licking her lips. Her fists unfurled, and she gripped at him, helping herself up.

“Yes, please. Yes, I do.”

“But?”

A moan slipped out on her exhale — just a little one that echoed in the roll of her hips.

“Want you,” she murmured, lips parted, her fingers latticed behind his neck.

He nipped at her, and she breathed a smile. “Want your cock.”

Feral’s chuckle turned dark, but he parted her lips with his tongue as he thrust his fingers into her with increasing surety, clutching her in place with that thin scrap of cotton bunched in his hand.

“You need to earn it, Kai.”

Her gaze shuttered. “You’re playing with me.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “All night if I have to.”

She whimpered out loud.

“Understand? Nod for me.”

She did.

Feral kissed her throat, watching her as he stroked her upwards, pulling her closer so that her thighs fell to either side of his hips and her breasts brushed his chin.

“Then fuck my hand, sweet girl. Show me you know what to do with it.”

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The New Apprentice Part 4

Maul x sith!reader 

Word Count: 3k

WARNINGS: Fear, graphic depictions of death and fire, slight gore. Mentions of slavery again, being tortured. Thoughts of suicide. But I promise it's also fluffy.

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       Without a sun to draw you from your slumber this ‘morning’ you were not the first one to wake. When you opened your eyes there was a dim light from a data pad a few inches from your face. Headlining something about a new attack against the Duchess of Mandalore by a terrorist group. Your head was too fuzzy to make the words out so you simply closed them again. Bringing you back into the world were two realizations. One, your head was gently rising and falling. Two, you felt warm fingers drawing light, rhythmic circles on your lower back. If you weren't slightly hung over you would have sworn that you heard a gentle purr beneath your ear.

    You caressed your cheek on whatever you were laying on. "Are you awake dear?" That low velvety voice you recognized asked you. Opening your eyes again, fighting through the daze you took in the details around you. Your arm was wrapped around Maul’s waist while your leg lay over the top of his thighs supporting the back of the data-pad. His lovely red and tattooed fingers brushed against your thigh as he held the device in place and slowly scrolled through the article. You tilted your head up to your master quickly realizing how close your faces were. He smirked down at your heavily lidded eyes. "How's your head?"

"Not as bad as I would've guessed if I'm being honest."

"Good." He stated turning his attention back to the news article. "I would've made some caf but as you can see you've kept me pinned to this spot all morning." Redirecting your eyes to the story he was reading you stated simply, "eh I'm not sorry. If you wanted your caf that bad you would have just moved me or woken me up for that matter." You felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.

"You're not wrong."

    A few more minutes passed in a comfortable silence; you hadn't moved. Maul made a mental note of your comfortability as well as his own. You didn't know this but you were the first living thing to touch him so gently and for so long. Every time your skin came into contact with his made him feel like it was a first and every time you parted, he feared it would be the last. You yourself hadn't been touched kindly in quite a long time either and relished in the contact. Grateful for now that it wasn't talked about. It just happened.

"Do you think this Mandalorian Duchess will be assassinated?" You asked.

"Not if the Death Watch wish to seize power. The people of the planet wouldn't support them. She has the love of her citizens for now and that I believe is what's keeping her in her station." You hummed in agreement at his statement.

    Maul sighed and put the data-pad on the table next to the bed and ran his fingers through your hair absent-mindedly. You looked up at him. He ran his thumb across your cheek and gazed into the eclipse of your eyes. His own pupils dilated just slightly before he blinked and looked away.

"Come, as comfortable as this is, we should both get some food in our systems." Your stomach rumbled just as he said this causing him to smirk. "It seems as though my timing, as usual, is perfect."

    Reluctantly you rolled over and stretched, causing the tunic you wore to rise dangerously high. Maul noticed this. The two of you made your way to the common area. He made the caf and you fried up some large mystery eggs you found in the cooler after verifying with him that they were in fact food.

"So master, what's on the schedule today?" You asked before stuffing your mouth greedily with the hot breakfast.

"You're going to practice your patience. Meditation. I was lax with you yesterday but were going to be traveling quite a bit and we can't play sabacc constantly."

"Anything I should focus on?"

"Well albeit odd, you made quite the connection with that rancor. See if you can't reach out and keep tabs on him. Or something else of your choosing. Try to reach out as far as you possibly can. I'm interested in your limits." You nodded your head and drank your caf.

    You spent some time stretching before sitting down back-to-back with your master on the floor. You closed your eyes and allowed the heavy blanket of the force to swallow you up until you no longer felt the metal floor beneath you.

    Images of the forest on Dathomir became clear. The swaying of the surroundings as if you were looking through Angel's eyes. You were glad he was okay. Then something else tried to take over. You let it happen. The old man who taught you sabacc appeared. "There's no need to hide little one. I won't sell you off or hurt you. You look hungry. Here.... where are your parents?"

    The vision changed and you were standing in the center of your village. The jedi that came to test you spoke without feeling, without caring, "no we can't take her. She’s far too emotional, chaotic even. If we teach her to use the force she will only be consumed by hatred, evil and darkness." Tears fell from your small eyes, only three or four years old. "I'm not evil..." Then everything was burning, your friends were screaming and you ran. You ran to your home which was overwhelmed by the inferno. Your mother was crawling out of the front door on her belly completely engulfed in the flames. Her skin half burned away and eyes melting. She tried to say something to you but the only sound she could muster was a throaty gurgle of blood before her life rattled away.

    You turned to run, your mother's gurgling screaming in your ears. You kept sprinting until you were older, chasing a small prey animal in the wilds of an unknown planet you had traveled to while stowed away on a transport. Catching it in your hands, you were so hungry you tore into the crying creature, blood dripping down your chin.

    More fire blazed around you. Mountains of scrap. Again, you were eating live vermin but your legs didn't feel like yours. You couldn't feel them at all. Eight spindly legs of scrap clumsily carried you down a hole. You screamed a name that felt foreign on your tongue until your throat burned.

    Your arms were chained to a ceiling, dangling you so your toes just brushed the dirt floor. You won't submit. He whipped you until you were drenched in your own blood, convulsing from the electricity but you didn't scream. You didn't cry. You felt your savior's presence like the shadow on a wall. You knew he'd come for you... eventually. All you had to do was hold on. To wait for him.

    There he knelt in front of you. While you were bound in the market place. The Zygerrian removed your blindfold, your eyes cold as he looked into them but your mind screaming "PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE ME. GET ME OUT OF HERE. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE. I DONT WANT TO BE ANYMORE! IT’D NOT FUCKING WORTH IT!”

    Your eyes shot open. Utterly blown in fear, in rage, in torment. Once again, your master knelt in front of you but it was different this time. His eyes were soft, worried. He wanted to touch you; his hand outstretched but he didn't know if you wanted to be touched. Instinct made you shrink away and bare your teeth, eyes darting rapidly around the ship. Quickly accounting every detail to ensure this wasn't a vision. Once you were almost convinced you crawled back to your master and with a shaky hand you reached and touched his face. You felt him, he was real. Only then did you settle, pushing the beast back down inside you.

    Maul's nails dug into his thighs as he went over in his mind everything he had seen. He looked to you again, you wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Please know I didn't try to go inside your mind Y/N.." he used your name and spoke softly.

"A door appeared in front of me, I didn't know what lay beyond so I opened it and I saw... everything, felt what you felt." He paused "I know you saw one of my memories, before Savage found me."

Only then did you look at him, apologetically. "I'm sorry master I don't know what happened."

"Were you going to kill yourself if I didn't take you from that slaving scum?" Genuine concern shown in his eyes and shame flickered across yours. You sighed a single "yes." He nodded in understanding. He inched a little closer to you. "Do you still think about doing that?"

"Master... it's been 20 years since I lost my family, my village.. and 15 years since that man taught me to play the cards... it had been 15 years since someone cared that I ate or didn't outright try to harm me or kill me. Until you and Savage came along. No, I don't want that anymore." He lunged towards to and pulled you tightly into a fierce embrace. One hand gripping your back and the other woven in your hair.

"Please know my life is better with you in it little one." You inhaled deeply with your face nestled in his neck. Taking in his scent like you'd never smell him again, your arms firm around him as well.

    Without thinking you glanced at the chronometer within your view. "Thirteen hours?!" You exclaimed. "It felt like ten minutes." Maul pulled away from you. "Nothing kills time like sleep or meditation."

"Well now I feel like I need the former." You pinched the bridge of your nose and rubbed one of your temples.

"That’s fine but.... I'm not going to dance around it tonight. You're coming with me again."

"Oh you'll find no argument here." You tried to smile but it twitched.

    You opted to shower before going to sleep. Clean body clean mind, or so you tried to convince yourself. Maul was waiting for you in his bed, chest bare to you and his back leaning up against the wall. The reflection of the data-pad shining across the lenses of his reading glasses. It would have been a sinful sight if your mind hadn’t been otherwise occupied. He looked up at you, sheepishly standing at the foot of his bed. Setting the device down on his bedside table along with his glasses he leaned forward and stretched his hand out to you. Slowly you crawled up and over to him. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped you up tightly with the soft fabric. Thrumming of his twin hearts easing the anxiety in your belly.

"We will reach our destination tomorrow."

"I've never been to Corellia before. What’s it like.”

“The inhabitants of Corellia have always been known for an insatiable wanderlust which led to a booming ship building economy. It exports talented pilots and ships while importing just about everything. As far as core worlds go, they don’t ask questions other than ‘what are you buying’.”

You replied with a hum and closed your eyes, allowing his hearts beats to lull you to sleep.

    Thinking for just a moment before stifling his worry, Maul brushed his lips lightly to the temple you had rubbed earlier. Feeling a deeper kinship with you after what he had seen and realizing you had a past that wasn’t unlike him own in many ways. He wondered if you found these tender moments with him as intoxicating as he found them? Nothing you had faced in your life stopped you from having fun, finding amusement, allowing yourself to be soft when the opportunity arose. You were stronger than he was in that regard and he admired you for that. He only wanted you to feel kindness from him. He wondered what further depths he would've sunk to if Savage hadn't revived him. He wouldn't have ever known moments like these, where you clung to him in your sleep. He decided he would thank his brother again later.

    Corellia was like nothing you had ever seen before. Tall towers reached for the atmosphere itself but without the insufferable heat and dryness of Zygerria. Beings of every species chattered happily in the streets. The city of Coronet 'the Jewel of Corellia' as many of the lit signs read, was nestled against an expanse of water. Your master had given you a heavy purse of credits and sent you on your way to shop and enjoy the city. Saying only that'd he'd find you when he was done refueling and stocking up on the more boring items needed for your travels. One of the locals pointed you in the direction of Treasure Ship Row. A bazaar that you could supposedly find anything anyone could ever look for; at least, according to the Twi’lek who pointed you in its direction.

    You had never held even a fraction of the money Maul had given you, you felt like a Queen passing through the many shops and held your head high. You had all but forgotten you didn't even have shoes until you found a little shop with lovely dresses in the window.

    The shop girl was kind and inviting despite your disheveled appearance. Sure that she had taken note of the large purse that hung from your hip. She aided in your search until you had a nice stack of both appealing and practical clothing.

    You allowed yourself to be pampered at a nearby day spa the clerk had recommended to you so that you didn’t get your new clothes and shoes dirty so quickly. Utterly famished after your day you found a relatively clean little bar deeper inside the Blue Sector.

    Taking a seat at the counter it didn't take long before a deep voiced Kel Dor took your order. Flashing a grateful smile, you dug into your fried Nuna Legs and sipped from a glass of red wine. A handsome Chiss, you assumed was a mechanic by his dress, took the seat next to you at the counter and gave you a wanting side eye.

"No." You stated curtly not looking up from your glass.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." He smiled and ordered a malt liquor while the Kel Dor poured you a second.

"The nature of your question doesn't matter. The answer is no." You hadn't turned to him until he chuckled. You raised your brow.

"I was going to ask what a lovely flower like you was doing here. That's not a yes or no question." Sighing you turned to him realizing that you weren't going to get rid of him so easily. You eyed him slowly, he really was handsome despite the streak of grease across his cheek. He flashed you a charming smile you were sure he had rehearsed.

"I can see you've enjoyed the market."

"I have. And although I must say I appreciate the red of your eyes, this lovely flower prefers her companions to have thorns rather than grease stains." You turned back towards your drink sensing your master before you saw him.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" The Chiss asked genuinely confused. You smirked into your drink when you heard Maul clear his throat. The stranger looked back vaguely frustrated and widened his eyes as your master removed his hood revealing his crown of ivory horns.

"Oh, don't be frightened on my account. You're doing wonderfully."

The Chiss quickly left the seat and your master called out to him with a complete lack of tone or emotion. "No, don't go. I'd hate to take your seat."

Both you and the Kel Dorrian bar keep chuckled at his candor as Maul took the newly freed seat swinging back the drink the stranger had left. He smirked at you, noting your black cotton romper, keeping the style of a plunging neckline but now your arms bare and your legs covered. He also noticed your newly painted red nails and ruby studs in your ears.

"Wealth looks good on you."

"Wealth looks good on anyone who knows how to spend it." you quirked the corner of your mouth up and tossed the purse back to your master keeping a small handful.

"Is the ship ready?"

"Ah yes, your destiny awaits little one."

    You gestured to the man behind the bar and settled your tab, giving him a generous tip. He flustered at the gesture, only answering him with beaming smile. Maul stood and offered you his elbow which you gladly accepted and the two of you sauntered out of the bar, not before blowing a kiss towards the irritated Chiss.

    Maul liked the idea of men trying to woo you only to be met with rejection much more than he thought he would. He liked having the eyes of men who wanted you on him as he led you out of the establishment. He had appreciated your looks before, albeit a wild kind of beauty. He had never imagined you to clean up so well though, adorning his colors of black and red. He allowed his mind to drift to the thought of ruling with you by his side, with your chin held high and the power emanating from your soul, you looked incredibly regal with this newfound confidence. Was this your standard demeanor when you weren’t in the role of a student with her master?

    You boarded your ship and sat next to your master in the co-pilot’s chair your eyes lit with excitement. "To Malachor?"

"Yes my dear, to Malachor."

[unimportant-ramblings]

Star Wars for the blorbo asks! (Optional hard mode: Only classic EU characters!)

I'm doing both because I love attention

Star Wars, for the normals (normaler) (most of these could be- they could be just the one guy)

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): there's this fella, his name is ben, but not that one friend. But for basic pics I also love Leia, Padme, Ahsoka and Din Djarin who's just a very good boy

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I mean, baby yoda, or "action snacking grogu" as hasbro would like for me to refer to him as, well, he is baby after all

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Ventress! also Hera! Qira! the list goes on

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) do you remember when Rukh showed up in rebels? I remember when he showed up in rebels. also mon mothma, breha organa, rose tico in anything after TLJ....

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): this one is also kylo ren. are you sad you ever became friends with me.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) : those fucking droids in the endlessly long droid arc of season 5 of clone wars, waste my time 2012

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Palpatine but in a more meta sense chris terrio who I would bite with my real human teeth if possible <3

HARD MODE

blorbo : I'm 1) basic and 2) a woman so Its Mara everyday of the week. Also Thrawn, because I have eyes

scrunkly : the twins + anakin. Really dig me some sequel series offspring. I preferred reading EU that were temporally not that long after the movies so I never really knew Ben Skywalker or Allana Solo that well, but what little I read of them I liked pretty well, but it's hard to mess with the originals, as disney has discovered. honestly I maybe reading this question far too literally but come on, it's me

scrimblo bimblo: I think as dope and rad as thrawn is, Pellaeon does not get the credit he deserves. he's a good watson!

glup shitto : I don't know if people remember Winter? Winter Celchu, Leia's friend who basically raised her kids for their protection and MAYBE had sex with Admiral Ackbar? but kin

poor little meow meow tbh there are not enough meow meows in legends, I'm going to say the dathomir witches who in canon imo are mostly creepy while in legends they were FREAKS :)

horse plinko Post dark side jacen solo for killing my girl and my innocence, in addition to the fact that I he's the walmart to bens gucci beloveds

eeby deeby: the Yuuzhan Vong! waste my time 2006. also whoever said "we can have no gay people in star wars and mara jade should be fridged." super hell for homophobic crimes

[roman-writing]

no great revelation (7/8)

Fandom(s): The Haunting of Bly Manor / Star Wars

Pairing: Dani Clayton/Jamie Taylor

Rating: M

Wordcount: 6,244

Summary: Jamie  just wants to enjoy a drink after a hard day’s work on the Telosian  Restoration Project. The last thing she needs is to get herself  caught  up in a mysterious woman with a lightsabre at the local bar.

Aurthor’s notes: Please note the rating change

read it below or read it here on AO3

VII.

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Jamie swiped up on the tablet to throw the video to the feed at the centre of the table.

"Rebecca, this is everyone," Jamie said. "Everyone, this is Rebecca."

"I thought that maybe you'd been making up your Jedi friends this whole time. Nice to see I was wrong about that." Rebecca gave a little wave. "Hi, Dani. How's the ghost?"

Dani sank down a little in her seat, and her answering smile was more of a grimace. "Hi. Sorry," she mumbled.

"Yeah, about that," said Jamie. “Back on Quint’s ship, you said you knew what was happening at House Thul.”

“Oh? Finally ready to listen to me, are you?”

“Don’t push me,” Jamie growled, jabbing the tip of her finger at Rebecca’s face on the screen. “Remember. Galaxy’s Biggest Favour.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. She had taken the call with her back to a wall, so it was impossible to glean her surroundings. "The Empire wants a foothold on Alderaan. It's a strategic location in the Core Worlds. They have been working over Lord Wingrave after the death of his brother and sister-in-law, helping him fabricate claims to the House, claims to his niece and nephew, claims to a position in the Republic Senate. You know the drill. Traditional blackmail."

"What else?" Jamie pressed.

For a moment Rebecca glanced over the top of the camera as if looking at something else out of frame, but then her attention returned back to the screen. "The children are Force Sensitives. The Sith have been helping Lord Wingrave keep that under wraps, so that The Order wouldn't take them away to the Temple for training. My sources tell me that the plan was for a Sith Lord to create sleeper agents out of the children through the use of some ancient Sith device containing a ghost."

"Which Sith?" Hannah asked.

"I'm not in the business of keeping tabs on Sith Lords. By the way," Rebecca pointed through the screen at Hannah. "How have you found shaving your head? Because I've been thinking of cutting my hair back, but I’m not sure about going all the way."

Running a hand along her shaved scalp, Hannah said, "There's nothing quite so freeing."

"Good to know. Thanks.” 

"Oi," Jamie snapped her fingers. "Focus. The Sith Lord."

"What else is there to say?" Rebecca replied dryly. "They're a Sith Lord. They're scary. They're dangerous. They're not to be fucked with. Your Jedi friends probably know the drill better than me."

"I hope not," Owen said under his breath as he took a sip of tea.

Hannah sat up a little straighter, hands clasped neatly on the table before her. "Do we know where they are? Where they're going, perhaps? Any information you give us may be vital."

Leaning her back against the wall behind her, Rebecca pursed her lips in thought before answering with a shake of her head. "I know they want the children, and I know they want the holocron. So - Alderaan."

"But the holocron isn't on Alderaan," Dani pointed out.

"They don't know that," said Rebecca. "Peter lied to buy himself time, and told them it was still in the estate of House Thul."

"But -" Dani frowned. "House Thul has its own militia of guardsmen. I know Sith are powerful but the Empire would need to send troops if they wanted to break in and hold ground."

"Then I guess the Sith Lord will be invading with troops as well."

Sighing deeply, Jamie lowered her face to her hands, letting her fingers scrub through her hair. Then she looked up again, hands hooked behind her neck. "Right. Guess we're off to Alderaan, then."

Rebecca laughed. When nobody else joined in, she stopped. "Wait. You're serious? Did you not just hear me say 'Most likely a Sith Lord is going to invade House Thul?' As in — with a shock legion. As in over a thousand soldiers led by a malevolent Force User, who can and would probably kill a room with a snap of their fingers?” 

Lowering her hands, Jamie said, "Yeah, you - uh - you mentioned that. Good thing you'll be right there with us."

"You have got to be joking."

Jamie said nothing. Just gave Rebecca a long look.

"Jamie," said Rebecca, her expression horrified, "You can't be serious. When I said 'favour' I didn't mean 'suicide.'"

"We can’t let them have those kids. Trying to mobilise Republic troops or The Order without enough evidence is a fuckin’ waste of time. We need to get into the estate of House Thul," Jamie gestured around to everyone at the table. "You're a smuggler. So, smuggle us in."

Rebecca pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alderaan is Republic territory. Why do you need me to smuggle you onto the planet, when you can just fly and land there yourself?"

"Because of her." Jamie gestured towards Dani, who looked both startled at being mentioned and guilty. "I don't want Pasha and his Troopers linking Dani to this in any way. They can't know she returned to House Thul. She has to come out of this squeaky clean."

Groaning, Rebecca said, "Fine. When do you want to go?"

"As soon as possible," said Owen.

"I'm -" Rebecca looked over the top of the camera again, craning her neck slightly. "Thirty two hours from Alderaan through hyperspace. Meet me in orbit around the planet. How's the ship I gave you?"

"Rude," Jamie said blandly. "It keeps insulting me."

A smile tugged at the corner of Rebecca's mouth and she began tapping at the buttons below her screen. "That sounds like Jane."

Jamie's face screwed up. "Jane? It has a name?"

"It's a JN class droid uploaded into the ship’s mainframe. It likes being called Jane. Didn't you ask it?"

"No?"

"Well, no wonder it's rude to you. By the way, I’ve just dropped you those pictures of my godson that you asked for last time. They should be appearing on your device now.” Rebecca waved with a little flutter of her fingers. “See you in thirty two hours.”

The video feed winked out. 

"I rather like that young woman," Hannah said.

“Get in line,” Jamie grumbled. 

The video had been replaced by a file icon. Jamie clicked it and brought up the first photo of Rebecca carrying a blue-skinned Twi’lek child on her back, both wearing big beaming smiles. 

“Oh, they’re adorable,” Owen sighed. 

Fuming, Jamie flicked to the next photo, which was equally adorable. “Fuck. Okay. Yeah. They are.”

—

After cleaning up in the dining room and kitchen, Hannah gently nudged Jamie's arm and indicated she should follow her. Jamie glanced over at Dani, but she was engaged in a lively conversation with Owen while they dried dishes together. Dani's smile had lost its tentative edge the longer Owen spoke to her, but there was still a tenseness to the way she held her shoulders, the same tenseness that had been present back in Ho'kyn's bar on Telos IV, as though she were afraid someone would batter down the door at any moment.

Jamie followed Hannah, who led her up a set of stairs to a mezzanine floor where the walls were floor to ceiling scrolls and books and objects of cultural curiosity.

"Find anything new?" Jamie asked. She leaned back against the railing of the mezzanine which overlooked the lounge below.

Hannah plucked a tome from its shelf, dusted it off, and opened it to a page that had already been marked with a length of ribbon. "Yes and no. Nothing helpful, anyway."

She came to stand beside Jamie so that she might also look at the book. Jamie peered at it from the corner of her eye, not recognising the script around the drawing of a grey-skinned woman in dark red robes with a deep cowl.

"That a Sith?" Jamie asked.

Hannah hummed a curious note. "A Witch of Dathomir. Dark-aligned, for the most part, but not Imperial. They're the only practitioners of possession I've been able to find record of at all. I believe The Lady might have been an early precursor. Or perhaps they developed similar techniques independently."

Jamie stood straighter, hands tightening around the railing. "Wait, so - you can reverse it?"

Hannah snapped the book shut. "No. Though a visit to Dathomir might be in order, should we survive. However, if you chose to go, I won't be accompanying you. They dislike Jedi as much as they dislike Sith."

"Good thing I'm not a Jedi."

"I doubt they'll see the difference," Hannah said, and she tucked the book beneath one arm. "Failing that, the only other people who might know anything about this ghost are the Sith themselves."

Jamie scoffed, smiling. "Right. I'll just sail into their capital on Dromund Kaas and ask for help, then. Great advice."

A flick of the Force against Jamie's ear made her wince.

"Don't be cheeky," said Hannah.

Rubbing at her ear, Jamie opened her mouth to retort but stopped. Beneath them Dani and Owen walked into the lounge, still talking. Dani moved her hands when she spoke, and Owen watched her with a fond if guarded smile.

"I am afraid for her," Hannah murmured so that they would not be overheard.

Jamie nodded. "Yeah."

"For someone like our lovely Miss Clayton, the Dark Side is not a lure so much as it is a glue trap," Hannah mused aloud. "It has a gravity of its own, the darkness. And once there, it becomes more and more difficult to claw your way free. Even if you want to. Even if you know you should, but can’t bring yourself to try. Fear is her failing. And fear is the relinquishment of logic."

Jamie glanced at Hannah. "Can you teach her when this is all over? You're the best of the best in The Order when it comes to balance in the Force."

Without looking at Jamie, Hannah lightly smacked her arm, just a dismissive tap with the back of one hand. "Don't try your flattery on me. I've known you too long for that nonsense."

"That nonsense," said Jamie, "has gotten me out of more sticky situations than you know."

"But it won't get Miss Clayton out of this one."

Muttering a curse under her breath, Jamie sank down a bit, gripping the railing as she did so until she stood bent over and leaning against it. "Don't you start, too. I had Owen in my ear last night about it."

"Good man," Hannah murmured appreciatively.

"Bloody hypocrites. The both of you."

"You can't solve everything with your curmudgeonly charm," said Hannah.

"I fuckin' can."

"Sometimes," Hannah turned, leaning her back against the railing, arms crossed over the book gripped loosely to her chest, "a helping hand can only do so much. A person needs to want to help themself."

Jamie scowled. "So, what? If we can't help her we just ship her off to the Empire? 'Here, have a new Sith apprentice?' You haven't even given her a chance, and you two are already lecturing me on how I need to let go." She shook her head with a bitter chuckle. "Unbelievable."

And of course Hannah remained infuriatingly unflappable, her voice calm when she replied, "I will do everything I can, as I know Owen will, too. But — even should we survive this ordeal — our time with her will be limited. She will not be safe on Tython, where some overzealous Knight will surely sense her presence and jump to conclusions."

Jamie's mouth went dry. She swallowed. "Then where am I supposed to take her for training?"

Hannah smiled and placed a warm hand on Jamie's forearm. "Wherever you want, dear. So long as you're there."

Face screwing up in confusion, Jamie straightened. "But you just - You were just telling me how I needed to keep my distance and all that shite."

"Was I?" Hannah murmured, and she let go of Jamie's arm to instead toy at a gold earring. "I don't recall saying that at all."

And with that she crossed back over to place the book on its shelf.

"What do you mean? Hannah?" said Jamie, turning around.

Humming to herself as if she hadn't heard, Hannah drifted off down the stairs.

"Hannah," Jamie repeated, louder this time.

"We really must pack, Owen," said Hannah, ignoring Jamie completely.

Hitting her fist against the railing, Jamie turned back around to glower down at Hannah, who appeared on the floor below. Hannah urged Owen down a hallway with instructions to pack for the trip, leaving Dani standing in the middle of the lounge, alone. Dani looked up, and Jamie's fist loosened.

The last time Jamie had seen her from this angle, Dani had been in the full thrall of The Lady back on the luxury cruiser, her red-gold gaze piercing through a camera in the ceiling. Now, Dani blinked up at her with none of that cold malice to be found. She opened her mouth to say something, but then Hannah's voice called down the hallway.

"Miss Clayton, what's the weather like at House Thul?"

Dani turned and began walking towards the sound, already answering Hannah's question, and leaving Jamie staring after her from the mezzanine floor, lost.

—

The gangway automatically lowered to the ground when Jamie got within a certain distance from the luxury cruiser still docked where they had left it.

"Good afternoon, Bollocks," said the cultured male baritone of the ship's computer. "You've brought guests."

Beside her, Owen mouthed the word 'bollocks?' at Hannah, who looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

Jamie rolled her eyes and shooed the two of them up the gangway, trailed by Dani. "I have, yeah. Anything interesting happen while we were away, Jane?"

There followed a pause that was slightly too long for a droid of this calibre, and then the ship's computer replied, "Nothing of note. I did not tell you to call me that."

"Oh? Don't like it? Should I call you bawbag instead?"

Another pause, this one affronted. "Jane," said the ship's computer, "is perfectly serviceable."

"Glad to hear it, mate," Jamie drawled and stepped into the ship proper.

As Dani stepped up behind her, the ship's computer said, "And a good day to you, too, Miss Clayton. You're looking very alive today."

"Uh -" said Dani, and she ducked her head sheepishly. "Thanks."

The gangway lifted and sealed behind them once everyone had entered the main atrium, where the ship’s computer had already sent out a small service droid on trundlers bearing glasses of some kind of pale carbonated alcohol. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” Owen murmured, picking up a glass and taking a sip. He made an appreciative noise. 

“Where would we like to go?” the ship’s computer asked.

Jamie waved the service droid away when it tried to press an insistent drink into her hand. “No, thanks. Jane, calculate a route to Alderaan. We need to meet someone in orbit around the planet in thirty two hours.”

“Route calculated,” the ship’s computer replied almost immediately. “The journey is only expected to take twenty one hours through hyperspace. I will chart a circuitous route so that we arrive on time. If it would please you, you may make your way to the dining lounge. I have prepared a light lunch before we depart.” 

Frowning, Jamie looked up at the ceiling. “How the hell did you even know we were coming?”

“I have access to the station’s security cameras and systems.”

That gave everyone pause. Owen froze in the act of draining his glass, while Hannah and Dani shared looks. 

“You hacked the station’s security system?” Jamie said.

“Negative, Bollocks,” said the ship’s computer. “I asked the mainframe for access very nicely.” 

“Are you lying?” Jamie turned to Hannah and Dani. “Can droids lie?”

The ship’s computer did not answer. Which wasn’t concerning. Not at all. Owen suddenly looked a bit queasy, and he gingerly lowered his near empty glass back onto the tray held out by the service droid. 

“You need not fear for the condition of food and drink aboard this vessel,” said the ship’s computer. “I am programmed to care for and protect any legitimate member of this crew as designated by the Captain and owner.” 

Jamie pointed jokingly at Owen and said, “Better watch yourself, then.”

Placing a hand over his chest, Owen pretended to look insulted, then followed Jamie further into the ship towards the dining lounge. 

“May I ask,” started the ship’s computer, “what are we going to be doing on Alderaan?’

Jamie dragged her hand along one of the polished white walls as she walked. “Getting in over our heads.”

“Please clarify.”

“We’re going to have a fight. Why?” Jamie asked dryly. “Do you also happen to have ion cannons strapped to your shiny exterior?”

“Negative. But I do come equipped with some accessories the crew might find useful in the event of a boarding attempt.”

One of the panels beneath Jamie’s hand pressed inwards, and a whole section of the wall peeled back to reveal racks upon racks of blaster pistols, blaster rifles, grenades, vibroweapons with wickedly curved blades some small enough to strap to the leg, others long enough to be wielded with two hands. Everything that would make a Republic Trooper get all hot and bothered.   

All four of them stopped in their tracks and stared. 

“Definitely an ex-Czerka ship,” Hannah muttered under her breath.

Hand on the hilt of the lightsabre at her hip, Dani said, “I think I’ll stick with this. I’d be more likely to shoot my own foot.”

“Likewise,” said Owen. 

Meanwhile Jamie reached out and hefted a blaster pistol. She turned it over in her hands for closer inspection, careful not to graze anyone with the barrel, but all defining marks or serial numbers had been either scrubbed off or hadn’t made it far enough in manufacturing to be stamped in the first place. With a shrug, she took one of the holsters and belted it around her waist. 

Owen gave her a look. “Really?” 

“What?” Jamie holstered the blaster pistol and waved at the other three. “You all have lightsabres, and we’re going up against who only knows what. Am I supposed to just hide behind a pillar while you lot do all the fun stuff?” 

Before they could answer, the ship’s computer chimed and said from its hidden speakers in the ceiling. “Not to interrupt,” said Jane, “but the tea is getting cold.”

Immediately Owen’s eyes brightened. “Oh, tea?” 

It was in fact high tea. Three tiered platters. Fine bone china. Petit fours. The whole lot. They amused themselves in the various lounges and quarters of the ship for hours before departure, at which point the ship’s computer insisted upon harnesses being secured. The jump to hyperspace left Jamie feeling on edge, as though she had left her stomach behind on Tython. And she couldn’t have been the only one. Their talk had been too forced, their laughter too loud, Owen and Jamie swapping stories to the delight of Dani and Hannah, who would chime in every now and then. And when Jane rolled out a more formal dinner, it felt like some kind of last meal before execution at dawn by firing squad. 

Jamie couldn’t find it in herself to enjoy the meal. Every bite tasted like ash. The ship’s computer on the other hand seemed thrilled that its crew was finally taking part in its carefully scheduled meals and activities. More than once Jamie thought she heard a low-pitched contented hum from the belly of the ship. Or perhaps that was simply the engine room. 

Eventually, Jamie made her excuses and left the others to their own devices. Jamie walked into the same bedroom she had taken during the initial trip on this vessel. First one on the left from the main lounge. There were at least four other rooms of generally equal size and accommodation on the ship; Jamie had simply picked this one because it was closest to the helm, easy to access and nothing more. 

Jamie sighed and stopped in the middle of the room. She unslung the holster and pistol, dropping it to the ground, then began to unbutton the crisp white shirt she had stolen from the medbay. Back on Tython, Hannah had offered her a spare set of robes, which she’d declined. Jamie hadn’t worn robes since she was a padawan, and after years of boilersuits and undershirts, she wasn’t about to start again any time soon, thanks. Even if it meant dumb slacks and collared shirts made of some anti-wrinkle fabric that cost more than her apartment back on Telos IV. 

She just needed to make it one more day. Just one more day. The last few weeks had shaved off a good few years from her life. Probably. And by this time tomorrow this whole ordeal would be over, alive or dead. Probably. 

There was a knock at the door. With a frown, Jamie turned, hands paused in the act of unbuttoning the shirt halfway down her stomach. “Yeah?” 

The door hissed open and shut again behind Dani as she stepped into the room. “Hi.”

Jamie blinked. “Hey.” 

For a long moment Dani did and said nothing. Her mismatched gaze flicked down to the narrow v of skin and the dogtags revealed by the open shirt, only to dart quickly away again, studying the bedside table with a fixed intensity it did not deserve. 

“Sorry,” said Dani. “I just - It's been a few days since we’d really spoken, and I wanted to check in.”

Jamie nodded. “Ah - yeah. I’m good. Are you -?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.” 

Another lengthy pause.

Dani gestured to the door behind her. “Hannah and Owen are very nice.” 

“They are, yeah. Good people. Trust ‘em with my life, and I don’t say that lightly.” Jamie tried to smile, to make light, but Dani had turned that wide-eyed fixed intensity upon her now. It was difficult not to squirm in place when Dani looked at her like that.

Dani took an abortive step forward, only to stop herself before she could venture too close. “Are we okay? It’s just - on Tython you seemed to want your own space, and I thought -” She paused to clear her throat, glancing briefly down at her feet. “Did I mess this up or -? I mean - I know I’m not the best option for anyone, and you deserve someone nice, someone who’s not completely messed up or possessed by an ancient Sith ghost or something. But I -” she paused to close her eyes and draw in a deep breath. “I really like you. And if you don’t want anything to do with me after this is all over, I would completely understand, but I -”

Jamie tried. She really did. But the next thing she knew, she had taken a step forward and pulled Dani in for a kiss. Dani made a small noise of surprise in the back of her throat that Jamie chased after, feeling her respond in kind, feeling the Force welling up beneath Dani’s skin like a hand reaching out in offering. 

“Do you think -” Jamie said, pulling away just enough to speak, “- that I did all this because I don’t like you?”

Dani gave a breathless little laugh, her hands cupping Jamie’s jaw then sliding to cradle the back of her head. “I thought you did it because you’re good and noble and you’re drawn to a lost cause.”

“Can be lots of things, can’t I?”

They were close enough that Jamie could feel the pull of Dani’s smile against her own lips, their noses brushing. 

“I know you like your life to be boring. So, I was thinking," said Dani, "how nice Corsin must be at this time of year. Just a getaway planet in the middle of nowhere. No Sith. No Jedi. That could be boring, couldn't it?"

Jamie swayed forward, eyes half lidded, and murmured, "Could be awfully boring."

Hannah and Owen be damned. The little voice in the back of her head telling her this was a bad idea be damned. Dani was kissing her again and every thought flew right out of her head until there was nothing but this. Nothing but today, this moment, the call of blood in her veins, life as it was and nothing else. 

There was not push towards the bed, no drive to action beyond this. Still Jamie paused, one hand remaining anchored at Dani’s waist.

“You can still go alone,” Jamie said, “if you want. Doesn’t have to be with me.”

Even as she said it, Jamie dreaded the answer. Knowing Dani’s predilection towards shrinking away from things that were too difficult to face alone. Knowing her own history of always being the odd one out, passed from place to place, from Corps to Corps, unfettered, unwanted. 

Dani’s hand tightened in her hair, holding her close. “Want it to be with you.”

Want this, Jamie thought as Dani kissed her again. Want this, too.

Removing Dani’s cloak and tossing it onto the floor beside the blaster pistol had never felt so easy. Kissing her, unhooking the lightsabre and setting it onto the table had never felt so easy. Unzipping Dani’s vest while Dani finished unbuttoning what Jamie had started had never felt so easy. Being with someone else had never felt so easy. 

Jamie’s shirt was discarded onto the ground beside the bed just as Jamie sank to her knees there. Dani’s hair was mussed, her mouth parted, her eyes fixed and unblinking as Jamie began to slowly drag down the zipper of her trousers. She toyed with the chain of Jamie’s dogtags, winding it around her fingers at the back of Jamie’s neck. 

When Jamie began to tug down the material, Dani sat on the edge of the mattress so her pants could be peeled off and placed aside. Jamie leaned forward and stroked her tongue along the soft skin of Dani’s inner thigh, feeling a hand grip her hair when she bit down gently, and making a low dark sound in the back of her throat. 

Already Dani was moving her hips in small motions and Jamie hadn’t even started yet. Jamie laughed softly.

“What?” Dani breathed.

Jamie shook her head, but the movement was restricted somewhat by the tight grip Dani had on her hair. “Nothing,” she murmured and bowed forward to place her open mouth against slick wet and wanting heat.

Wanting nothing but this. The spread of Dani’s legs on either side of Jamie’s head. The taste of her when Jamie swiped her tongue in long slow strokes. The sound of her name gasped in Dani’s voice. The ache between her own legs as Dani rocked her hips to the rhythm Jamie set with a barely restrained urgency. 

Where last time had been fast and hard, Jamie did the opposite now. She traced Dani with the tip of her tongue as if trying to map her to memory, finding the best reactions and storing them away for later, for a time again with her that may never come. One of Dani’s heels came up to press into the small of Jamie’s back, and Jamie could feel the way the muscle of Dani’s inner thigh trembled against the side of her face. The same way her fingers trembled as they combed back Jamie’s hair. 

Want this, Jamie thought as Dani’s groan ended on a broken noise, as Dani’s hips arched up to press more firmly against her mouth while Jamie offered only a gentle suction. Want her. Want us. 

Dani hauled Jamie up by the chain around her neck to kiss her deeply. The kiss was slick and messy and tasted of her, and when they parted Dani was panting. 

“Did I mention,” Dani said breathlessly, “that I really like you?”

Jamie laughed and allowed herself to be pulled up onto the bed. Smiling broadly, Dani kissed her and rolled her over to start unbuttoning Jamie’s dark-washed slacks. Before she could do more than flick open the first of two buttons, Jamie placed her hands and Dani’s hips and encouraged her to rock against her thigh.

“That’s -” Dani swallowed back a reckless sound, her eyes squeezing shut. “I’m going to ruin your nice slacks.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

Dani’s answering laugh was breathless. “Do you mean that literally, or -?”

The question died on her tongue when Jamie pressed her knee up and wedged a hand between them just enough that she could brush her thumb just so. She watched as Dani’s face screwed up, as her mouth dropped open and her hips bucked out of time until she came again — smaller this time, but no less gratifying.

Dani slowed to a halt, trying to catch her breath. “All right,” she said. “It’s definitely your turn.”

When they’d finished, Jamie sank bonelessly back onto the mattress. Their clothes were strewn all about the room, and the ship’s computer had set the lights to dim automatically to match a normalised sleep cycle, so that the ceiling was a map of constellations. Dani was stark naked and wiping her hands clean on a shirt with a self-satisfied expression before she crawled back up the bed and snuggled into Jamie’s side.

Jamie rolled onto her side and draped an arm across Dani’s waist to hold her loosely there. She needed to take a shower, but couldn’t find the energy within herself to get up. Not when recent sex had turned her bones to jelly, and not when Dani started to trace the curving lines of Jamie’s monochromatic tattoo. 

Exhaling slowly, Jamie sank further into the mattress. Her eyes slipped shut and she allowed herself this moment of brief respite. 

“Do you ever think,” Dani asked softly, “this was supposed to happen?” 

Blearily, Jamie opened her eyes, lulled half asleep by the way Dani was touching her. “What d’you mean?”

Dani shook her head, admiring the way her fingertips drifted across the pattern of ink on Jamie’s bare shoulder. “I don’t know. I just - When I chose the ship to Telos IV, it wasn’t the fastest or the cheapest or even the one leaving the soonest. I was still in shock, I think. From what had happened on Vurdon Ka. There was another transport leaving three hours earlier, heading towards the Outer Rim, but when the droid asked me what ticket I wanted I bought the one to Telos instead.” Her words slowed to a mumble, and her caress stopped. Dani stared at the flowers on Jamie’s skin as if in wonder. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“Coincidence?” Jamie offered, watching the flicker of Dani’s brow in response.

Dani seemed to be trying to remember something intently. “Maybe, but it was so strange. I had this - this feeling. And when I landed on Telos, you know, I -” She broke off with a small incredulous laugh. “I walked straight to that bar. Just - straight there. Didn’t even ask for directions.”

Jamie blinked, more awake now. That hum of energy had returned, threading between them like an arc. Dani’s presence was stalwart, nothing wavering or questioning about it. 

“I don’t know anything about the Force,” Dani continued, “but I’m glad to have met you.” 

A smile tugged at the corner of Jamie’s mouth. It was brief but the warmth pooling in her chest was verdant and budding. “Yeah. Me too.”

—

Rebecca’s ship dropped out of hyperspace only three kilometers from the luxury cruiser, so that the two vessels drifted in orbit around Alderaan side by side. The planet below was a vast curved horizon of blues and greens, struck through with white cloud. Sitting in the pilot’s seat, Jamie noticed how Dani’s gaze kept drifting towards the broad windows of the left wing, staring out at the planet below with her shoulders tense and her hands clasped behind her back. 

The moment Rebecca’s ship came into view, Owen leaned over Jamie’s shoulder and hit the comm button, requesting a transmission, which was immediately picked up.

“Hello again,” Owen greeted jovially down the line. “We see you’ve just arrived in orbit. And might I say - your ship is exactly what I expected from a smuggler.”

“Aww, thanks,” said Rebecca, her video feed flickering into view. “I worked hard to get it just right.”

Rebecca’s ship was a single bladed shape of stark grey material, like a shark’s fin parting the surface of water. Jamie knew from experience that its small size could mislead larger ships into underestimating its speed and firepower. She also knew from experience that the sleeping cots were cramped and uncomfortable, and that more often than not Rebecca slept in a hammock strung up in the cockpit itself. 

Jamie elbowed Owen in the gut so she could have more room. “Status report?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “What are you? Fleet Commander Taylor?”

“Just tell me how we’re getting down to the surface without being noticed,” Jamie said.

“Funny you should ask that,” Rebecca replied, trailing off.

Owen made a face. “Oh, no. Is it bad?” 

“Well…”

“Get it over with,” groaned Jamie. She could hear Hannah and Dani walking closer to join the conversation. “Put me out of my misery.”

Rebecca hit a few buttons to switch over the feed, and the screen suddenly displayed a scene much nearer to the surface. She must have hacked into a few security cameras, because the view turned slowly alongside her tapping away in the background. A towering estate in slate greys with parapets like speartips jutting into the sky dominated the screen, flanked by snowy mountains. A broad bridge led to the front entrance, and a hundred or so guardsmen had set up allacrete bollards behind which they were taking cover to avoid incoming fire, peeking over to return volleys before crouching down again.

“That’s,” Dani said slowly, pointing towards a crest-emblazoned purple and red banner hanging from the manor walls on the screen, “House Thul.” 

Jamie squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her head back towards the ceiling. “Don’t tell me.”

“They’re being besieged by the Sith Lord,” said Rebecca.

“I said don’t tell me.”

Hannah peered over Jamie’s shoulder to get a look at the screen. “Can you get us to the surface?” she asked.

“Yeah,” said Rebecca. “But after that, I’m all out of ideas. I told you: I’m not a Core World girl. I don’t know Alderaan from a bottle of spotchka.” 

“I do.” 

Jamie opened her eyes and lowered her head. Beside her Dani had lifted her hand slightly as though waiting to be called on in class. “There’s a side entrance used primarily by servants and staff.”

“What? A side entrance dug all the way through the mountains?” Owen pointed to the snowy peaks pressed in tight on either side of the estate. 

“No, it’s here.” Dani tapped her finger against the screen just off to the side of where the camera was currently showing. “It’s where the guards sleep. You go through a security checkpoint and then down a tunnel which leads into a room off the great hall.” 

“Don’t think the security checkpoint won’t be a problem this time,” said Jamie.

“Yeah,” said Rebecca slowly as a guardsman on screen was shot dead and slumped to the ground, only to be pulled back over the bollard by one of his comrades. “They look a little occupied right now.” 

Chatter fizzed from another speaker on the dashboard. Frowning, Rebecca sat in the pilot’s seat and turned a dial until the frequency better matched. They could hear a staticky voice shouting frantic orders over the comm.

“That’s a Pub frequency,” Rebecca said. 

“The Empire has revealed its hand,” Owen said. “The Republic will be arriving with reinforcements soon.”

“Yeah, but not soon enough,” Jamie muttered darkly. 

Hannah hummed in agreement. “Unfortunately, yes. A fully fledged Sith Lord? They can tear this estate apart and be out with what they want before Republic troops make it into orbit.” 

“Yeah, well, hopefully we can do the same.” 

From the sidelines, Dani suddenly spoke, “Can we talk about the children for a sec?” When she had everyone’s attention, she took a deep breath and continued, “What’s going to happen to them now that we know they’re Force Sensitive?” 

She looked towards Jamie, who raised both hands and shook her head, pointing towards Owen and Hannah. Hannah was looking at Owen, who shrugged and made a gesture, which Hannah reacted to with an emphatic tilt of her head, the two of them engaged in the kind of silent conversation only two people who had been together for so long knew. 

“Are you going to share with the class?” Jamie drawled. “Or are you two lovebirds just going to keep having your weird psychic talk that nobody else can hear?”

Hannah gave Jamie an arch, brook-no-nonsense glare, while Owen stuck out his tongue at her. 

“I think it best if we take them back to Tython,” said Hannah to Dani. “There they can be trained in the Force properly.”

Some of the tension held in Dani’s jaw slackened, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Yeah. Thanks. I needed to hear that.” 

“Anything else we need to discuss before we leap into the fray?” Rebecca asked from the pilot’s seat. 

Silence. 

“Right,” said Jamie, hand on the holster of her blaster pistol. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

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11, 24, 40 👀

!!! OHMYGOSH HELLO!!!!! 

11) Which planet would you want to call home?

If I liked heat at all, I’d say Tatooine since it’s my absolute favourite planet ever!! It’s just?? So fascinating??? I adore all the legends/canon lore and I have a bunch of headcanons, too :) 

However I, unfortunately, do not handle hot climates very well. So Imma have to go with Alderaan! They’re very environmentally conscious and have an interesting (if not very canonically developed) culture! They also seem to be a very morally good people? Just- everything about the people and the planet is so incredibly idyllic. I wouldn’t mind living there as long as it doesn’t involve any Death Stars. :)

24) Would you want to be human, or from another species?

I’d definitely want to be a Zabrak!! They’re my favourite humanoid species (besides Tusken Raiders, but like....i don’t actually want to BE a Tusken Raider..). It’d SUPER SUCK if I came from Dathomir but alsooo those sweet tattoos??? 👀👀👀 (But for SOME stupid reason female Dathomirian Zabraks DON’T have horns so I’d have to have to just..not have be cis female which is A-OK with me! ✨) I just love their horns and they’ve got super cool lore! Plus two planets which is even cooler!

40) If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?

Oh GOD I would 10000% go straight for Nomi Sunrider!!! One of my all time fav SW characters!!!! You can find her in the Tales of the Jedi comics (specifically: The Saga of Nomi Sunrider, The Freedon Nadd Uprising, Dark Lords of the Sith, The Sith War, and Redemption). Of course, I own all of these, bc I Needed all the Nomi Sunrider Content in my life. Here I’m gonna spam you with pics:

She lived around ~4000 BBY, during the time of the Great Sith War (which she was HEAVILY involved in!!) I STAN Nomi Sunrider (née Da-Boda) not only bc of her cool name but because:

1) Look at that GORGEOUS receding hairline!! Love a powerful woman who OWNS her looks and doesn’t give into traditional beauty standards!

2) She was married to a Jedi before she became one. Her husband constantly told her she was powerful and would make an AMAZING Jedi (yay for marrying a man who LOVES and SUPPORTS his wife!!) but she was too humble to become one.

3) She is a MOTHER!!!!!!!

3) Her husband DIES. Objectively terrible for her, but 1000% amazing for US!!! Because then she takes up his lightsaber and absolutely DESTROYS his murderers.

4) She immediately feels guilty and vows never to take a life again (which.....she might go back on at some point, I honestly don’t remember, but I ADORE her for all of this)

4) She is now a SINGLE mother and we STAN single mothers in this house!!!

5) SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER AND SHE STILL BECOMES A JEDI!! REPEAT!!! SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER AND BECOMES A JEDI!!!!!!!!!! SHE RAISES HER DAUGHTER WHILE SHE IS A JEDI!!!!!!!!!!! How can I NOT fucking adore her??

6) She mistakes her new Master for a fuckin HORSE basically. A giant, bulky horse. Also, she rides him around all the time. It’s great. Nothing like letting your Master carry you around like he’s a beast of burden. Like Yoda in reverse.  

7) She’s got her own funky droid called A-D3O (ThreeDee) and they consider each other FAMILY!!! FAMILY!!! They worry about each other all the time and ThreeDee plays instruments! Three Dee also has a weirdly humanoid face and I LOVE him. I think he also uses a blaster at some point I don’t remember. Anyway, I Fully Support droids using blasters to kill the villains.

8) Also, okay, wiki says she’s human, but I 10000% do NOT believe that. maybe near-human but not fully human. I need more non-human female main characters in my life, please and thank.

8.b) This is turning into Nomi Sunrider Loving Hours but I will take ANY opportunity to scream about her and how much I want to marry her or just- be her friend. Or let her step on me. I’ll take anything at this point, really. I’m Begging.

9) She ends up becoming part of a TRIO with two brothers. They are 1000% her sidekicks and no I am not taking any other opinions on this matter.

10) She shacks up with the objectively Worse brother, but I support her coming to terms with the loss of her husband and finding new love and happiness in her life. At least she’s got a bro to complain about her stupid bf with.

10.b) Unfortunately, her stupid bf is ACTUALLY Stupid Beyond Belief and Nomi Sunrider is in for a lot of heartache.

10.c) There are some SUPER COOL parallels between the brothers and Anakin&Obi-Wan so I’m always here for that. 

11) Nomi Sunrider KNEW it was a Stupid Idea for her bf to infiltrate the Sith to “take them down from the inside.” She KNEW and she TOLD HIM. She is a fucking SMART WOMAN. But does he LISTEN?? NO. HE DOESN’T.

12) Nomi Sunrider is actually??? One of the most powerful Jedi EVER???? Like, she completely SEVERS her bf’s connection to the Force (bc he is a Stupid and Kills his brother and she is DISTRAUGHT) and also is able to create a giant Force-shield she uses to defeat Exar Kun. She is HUMBLE and INTELLIGENT and POWERFUL BEYOND BELIEF.

13) May I gently remind you that she STILL is a single mother and successfully raising her child during all of this??? Through training and adventures and a fucking WAR, Nomi Sunrider is KILLING IT with the parenting and her daughter LOVES her.

14) Nomi Sunrider BECOMES GRAND MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

15) Gonna say it again: NOMI SUNRIDER BECOMES GRAND MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER!!!!!!!!

16) Need I say more??

So like, not only would we get an INCREDIBLE female lead who I think would actually be a fucking AMAZING influence culturally (that representation babaaay~), it would also take place during a SUPER interesting time in GFFA history?? It’s a relatively new but still well-established Jedi Order that ISN’T based on Coruscant quite yet (OSSUS OSSUS OSSUS). We’d get TOOONS of alien species, a shit ton of culture/history and lots of new planets!! We still get some ~spicy~ Sith conflict, and we get to see how it plays out in an intriguing way that sort of parallels Anakin?? OH AND!! We get to see a very different Jedi Order!! The dude who interpreted the Jedi Code as we know it lived during this time, so it’d be really really really cool to see different philosophies and cultures within this time period! (things like marriage not being frowned upon or even encouraged, etc. etc.)

I dunno, I just love this time period and I would die for Nomi Sunrider, so. GIMME A NOMI SUNRIDER TRILOGY PLS

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AAHHH this was super fun!!!! Thanks for letting me blather :’D I just love Star Wars SO MUCH???

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