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His Spark of Light (4 - End)
Cal Kestis x Reader
Requested by: @stellar-trinityâ | Prompt: Clingy! Cal Kestis
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One of the things you told him while catching up was that youâve volunteered for two tasksâmedical work and mechanical work. After having your snack break over space waffles and fruits, you stood up from your seat but Cal snatched you by the wrist.
âStay with me, please?â
He cooed and then flashed his puppy eyes at youâknowing that it was one of your biggest weaknessesâand you were having an internal battle whether or not to give in. He pulled you in until you sat on his lap. Cal has been behaving like a big baby around you ever since you rejoined the crew.
âI really missed having you here,â
âSweetie, I wonât be long anyway. Plus, Iâll just be in their med-bay,â
He clicked his tongue and playfully whined like a toddler, âNooooâŠâ
You chuckled, brushed away the red fringes from his forehead to kiss it, and stood upâhis grip on your wrist remained secured.
âWould you like me to help though?â
âThatâd be great, come on. We need all the help we can get with the tech in the medical bay. Youâre a better mechanic than me,â
You dragged him while he still has your hand in his clutches. The two of you went out of the Mantis and told Cere that you were going back in the base to help with the fighters set up their medical tech.
A fighter stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw you and Cal coming to her general direction.
âOh, [y/n], I was about to look for you!â
âYeah, have the shipments of the medical tech arrived?â
âAbout an hour ago. We need help in setting it up for the patients,â
You turned to Cal, âThatâs where you come in. Letâs go,â
Both of you marched through the halls with you on the lead. The medical bay is located in the farther end of the ground floor just past the conference hall. Cal surprisingly kept his grip on to you all the way, you didnât mind, though it was sort of a neat discovery on your end.
The medical bayâs doors retracted at the push of a button. Most of the tech has been set up but Cal helped out in configuring them until theyâre functional for use; you were busy in tending to the patientsâ wounds such as replacing their bandages and plastering their wounds with Bacta strips.
You and Cal have made quick work with the things needed to be done in the medical bay. Cal even managed to revive a decommissioned 2-1B medical droid that only needed a new processor, further impressing the doctors and medics in the room.
âOh, thatâs incredible, Cal!â you sincerely complimented his handiwork with the then-decommissioned medical droid, leaning against his arm as you examine it rebooting and making itself aware of its surroundings.
âNah, itâs nothing. I fix up droids pretty quick,â
You gave him an affirming pat on his chest as the droidâs sounds gradually changed from distorted garbles until it became a monotonous yet coherent voice.
âSystem rebooting. Registered name: Eye-Em-Nine. Scanners optimal. Hello, my name is IM-9, 2-1B Medical Droid at your service.â
âAwesome work, Cal!â you gleefully said, shaking him by the arm.
âWell done, [y/n] and Cal! Thanks for configuring these old things. Now we can treat patients with better medical quality,â the doctor commends.
âGlad to help,â Cal beamed.
âHow are you feeling, [y/n]?â the doctor asked you casually while poring over a patientâs records chart.
âBetter actually. Cal here replaced my bandages earlier,â
âGood man. Oh, by the way, as a rewardâhere, have these,â
The doctor fished out something from the stock cabinet. He approached you and placed two stim canisters on the palm of your hand. The pair of green vials glowed and their light twinkled in you and Calâs eyes. BD-1 even peeked over Calâs shoulder to look at it.
âOh, but Doc⊠we canât⊠we canât take these,â you stuttered. âThe patients need it more than we do.â
âOh come now, I insist,â the doctor gently pushes your hand back away from him. âBesides, we have enough for the patientâand another shipment well on the way. Please accept my quite small token of thanks,â
Seeing that you canât talk your way out of it, you caved and decided to express your gratitude.
âNo, itâs quite a big token, Doc. This is gonna come in real handy sooner or later,â
âYouâre welcome, [y/n] and Cal,â
BD-1 chirped curiously when the doctor dismissed himself to accommodate a patient in bed.
âHow many stims you got left in you, buddy?â you asked.
BD-1 trilled in a soft rhythmic toneâas if countingâand then replied with one loud chirp.
âOh, well, these are gonna restock your storage real quick,â
BD tilted his head slightly, ejecting the small tray for you to place in the stims in. when you slid the vials into the slots, the tray retracted into BD-1âs head and then the little droid played a string of happy-sounding tones.
âWith you, BD, we feel unstoppable,â Cal cooed and fist-bumped with the tiny droid, and you patted his head.
Now with the job done, you exited the medical bay and saw that there was still little sunlight shining through the windows. The fighters and their commanding officers were busy as usual in different sectorsâthe communications, the strategical planning, and medical efforts to name a few.
The lightbulb in your mind suddenly flickered on and you had an idea. The thought was at the tip of your tongue moments ago and you finally remembered it.
âOh! Follow me. I wanna show you something,â you grabbed him by the wrist and let go as soon as you felt his feet carry him.
Cal was impressed that you managed to memorize the layout of the temple without a map. Four days isnât usually the threshold for a person to have memorized an entire place with all its twists and turns. He was able to keep up to your pace as you sprinted through the hallways; you could have been easy to lose with the blind turns and sharp lefts and rights, but Cal stayed close.
âWhere are we going?â he huffed as he ran.
âYouâll see!â you heaved as well.
Cal followed you up to the third level of the temple. Both of you finally finished the flight of stairs from the second floor. He hoped that the run was at its end. You two stopped to catch your breaths, you went ahead towards the open balcony.
âThis has been my favorite time of the day and favorite thing to do ever since I got here,â you said as if daydreaming.
Cal walked up to your side and saw what you meant.
The view from the third level balcony of the temple was a breathtaking spectacle. The powder blue sky had a royal blue gradient as the sun began to set. The most prominent part of the view is Yavin itself, the red planet blanketed nearly half of the evening sky, accompanied by a multitude of stars and puffs of clouds while dusk comes in. The trees were transforming into silhouettes when the sky grew into a deeper shade of blue, and the stars were multiplying tenfold.
You gestured a nod, âLook down there.â
Cal followed and saw how small the fighters and the shipsâincluding the Mantisâappeared. He couldnât believe that both of you have gotten this high up in the temple. He stole a glance at you, he watched you stare at whateverâs happening down below and alternately look at the skyâthough you stared longer at the sky, looking at it as if the sight came from a dream.
He stood closer to you as he looked down below.
âWhen I got here, most of them were wounded, they returned with their ships barely holding it together. Even if I wanted to leave, I felt the need to help them,â you thought out loud. âAnd then, one of their leaders said something. He had a speech for his soldiers. He said something like, âthe tiniest of sparks could even ignite the largest of infernos.â I overheard him say that and I canât help but think, I wonder which one of these fighters is the tiny spark that would light up the blaze.â
âWell, who knows? Maybe one of the people you saved might be. Youâre a hero too, [y/n],â
You smile while slightly shaking your head, âI never thought of myself in that high regard,â
âThey couldâve died without your help,â
âThatâs literally what you said back in Kashyyyk when we got there,â
âYeah, and even if I keep saying I miss you every day when you were gone, now that youâve told me about this, Iâm proud of you. You saved lives, thatâs a really big deal,â
Your cheeks flushed in color while you try to fight back a smile by biting you lip, âReally?â
âYeah. Come here you,â
Cal pulled you in close to him again, you were really pressed against his body and he encased you in his embrace while he rested his head on the top of your head while both of you continue viewing the evening scene of Yavin IV. Your small arms attempted to wrap the broad of his back as you returned the hug and he planted perhaps a dozen of kisses all over your forehead and cheeks.
âI think I should go on solo trips more often,â
âWhy so?â
âSo youâd hug and cuddle me tighter than usual like this,â
Albeit being a half-joke, Cal still went for it and thought of a breakeven.
âHow about I just smother you more often so you donât leave my side ever?â
You rolled your eyes in a pensive manner, and then you smiled when youâve reached a decision.
âNot a bad bargain.â
Cal beamed, leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, shortly but sweetly. He slicked back the loose hairs on your hairline, exposing your forehead and planted another kiss there; and then he rested his cheek over your head again as both of you enjoy the scenic evening view.
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His Spark of Light (3)
Cal Kestis x Reader
Requested by: @stellar-trinityâ | Prompt: Clingy! Cal Kestis
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The crew learns that these are not the same partisans under Saw Gerrera back in Kashyyyk. They were another faction that wanted to cease the tyranny of the Empire and decided to fight back and rebel. Their only difference between Sawâs army is that their objective is on a much larger scale.
âIâm not one to believe it rumors but some of the people in charge once belonged to the Senate, during the time of the Republic. I heard some of them are doing this as a second agendaâbut in secret.â
Cereâs eyebrows furrowed. Her position in her seat stiffened. Cal leaned closer, greatly intrigued, having remembered some of the politiciansâboth good and shady onesâheâs met back in his younger years. Someone from the Republic?
âTheyâre defectors?â Cere asked, a tone of concerned mixed with her intrigue.
âNot all; some are. Theyâre the ones who resigned from office shortly after the Empireâs establishment. I heard one of the Senators is working on this in secret, I donât know the name though, I didnât hear it.â
âThen theyâre playing a dangerous game,â Cal added.
âI think they knew that from the start,â
There was a silence amongst you. It was a moment of reflectionâespecially for Cere, Cal, and yourself. The three of you have been struggling to survive, flying low on the Empireâs radar to avoid trouble, but you discover that you werenât the only ones who want to fight back. Kashyyyk and now the rebels here in Yavin IV proved that.
âLook, Commander Hoss is a good man. Heâs leading good people. I think itâs safe to say we have his good graces. Given that heâs welcomed us into this base, itâs a good start,â you reassured everyone.
âThen I guess I have time to stretch my arms!â Greez joked which lit up the mood in the room.
Cere stood up from her bench and talked about having a word with Commander Hoss later tonight. All of you leave the room and make your way out back to the ground level. Along the way, Cal noticed just now that some of your fingers were wrapped with Bacta strips and your hand was wrapped in a linen bandage. You were hiding your hands between your thighs or concealing them from everyone elseâs view.
 âWhat happened to you?â Cal asked within your earshot, but the concern in his tone was very apparent.
âOh, collateral damage,â you shrugged.
Cal slid his fingers into the spaces between yours.
âTell me if Iâm holding it too tight that it hurts, okay?â
Your heart melted and you smiled, âOkay,â
He would rub his thumb over the space of your hand from time to time as you walked; his fingernails would gently feel for the Bacta strips, the bandage, and your skin. Your slight squeezes would signal him to squeeze back, though he mindfully controlled his grip.
Even in the distance, you saw the Mantis and you smiled as you let out a sigh of relief. In the spacious exterior of the temple, it was the only thing that stood out amongst the rows of small fighter ships dotting the area. It wasnât hard to miss.
âThought Iâd never see that old girl again!â you playfully jeered.
âYeah, she missed you too!â Greez joked back.
âHome away from home,â you smiled and excitedly marched towards the entrance.
It felt like your legs were moving on their own. You didnât realize youâve picked up your pace and almost went ahead of everyone on the way to the Mantis.
The shipâs door hissed as it unfolded and then lowered. All of you entered the Mantis, but you got in first. There was a certain warmth in the ship that you longed for days, you basked in it as if it was sunlight.
âWeâre home,â Cal announced.
You let yourself settle down again in the Mantis. Everything suddenly went back to normal, as if you werenât gone for roughly four days. You and Cal sit together at the dining table, from your vantage point, you watch life in the Mantis go by like it usually does: Greez is outside getting some fresh air while checking on the Mantisâs exterior hatches and landing gears, Cere was tinkering about in the communications station in the cockpit, and finally, Merrin was trimming away the weeds in the terrarium.
âI missed this,â you mutter to him.
Cal turned his head to you. Your chin was propped over your fist while you look around the ship, at the corner of your eye you spotted the little Bogling stowaway hiding in the ventilation shaft. Cal thought youâve looked better after seeing all that action in Geonosis.
Calâs eyes wandered to your hands again, you were slightly scratching the plastered sections, you slightly pressed your thumb over the center of your bruisesâa number of which were already paling from its dark purple shade.
âCome on,â he beckoned. âYou obviously need to have those changed.â
âIndeed I do,â
There was no room for argument there. You removed your bandages and washed your hands, you unzipped your jumpsuit top revealing more wounds. You winced when the cold water seeped into the wounds, but you continued to carefully lather and rinse. The itchiness was too tempting but you pierced the less painful areas with your fingernail to repress the itching sensation.
Both of you retreated to the quarters, Cal hatched open the compartments and produced a first-aid kit. You sat down rubbing your wounds and feeling the hardened scabs in the cuts.
âDo they hurt?â Cal asked, sitting down next to you.
âStings a little,â
He swabbed Bacta gel on your open wounds, cuts, and scabs. He thoroughly checked your front and back for more, he snuck a series of small kisses on your shoulders before turning you to face his front. Cal finishes with wrapping the bigger wounds on your hands and torso with the bandages. Cal gently caressed your hand, brought them to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. He didnât let go when he pulled away, he rested his cheek on your palm; you notice his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he nuzzled his lips against your palm.
âI missed you so much,â he said in a whisper.
Your free hand cupped his cheek, you slightly angled his chin so he faces you.
âOh, I missed you too⊠so much,â
You leaned closer to kiss him on the forehead. Your fingertips fiddled with the ends of his loose locks of hair, the feeling of his hair tickling your fingers was one of the things you missed and constantly thought about.
After replacing your bandages, you gave him a thank you kiss; out of the blue, you asked him.
âAre you hungry? I could make some snacks if you like,â
He gave a small smile, âSure.â
You caressed his cheek before leaving the quarters. You made yourself busy at the galley. Shortly after you left, Cal walked out of the room and sat by the table again; he propped his chin over his hand while watching you work. Even with your back turned, he stared at you intently.
Occasionally, you would glance over your shoulder and smile at him, to which he would happily beam back at you.
âWould you like Ahrisa or space waffles?â
âSpace waffles,â
Calâs voice was closer than you thought, you shrugged it off for a second until you felt his head resting on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.
âOh!â you grunted in surprise, but you chuckled it off. Your free hand reached for his head and gently patted his head full of fiery red hair. You continued with your edible art, âHoney or none?â
Cal gazed at you intently and fondly, the corner of his lips curled upward as he prepared to say the word.
âHoney,â and then he kissed a peck on your nose, proceeding to watch you go on with your work while having your boyfriend cling onto you from behind.
Your servings yielded some extras for anyone else whoâd like some. Meanwhile, you and Cal sat together by the table, chatting over a medley plate of space waffles, Tepasi taffy, and Jogan berries.
âIt sure was different not having you here,â Cal blurted.
âOh? Whatâd you guys do while I was gone?â
âSame old same old, really. Though, I was bored as hell,â
âYou have the crew to talk to,â
âYeah, butâŠâ he tapped his fingertips on the tableâs surface. âI prefer your voice.â
He beamed, youâre feeling butterflies fluttering around your stomach and the digested space waffles arenât doing much help in suppressing them. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat.
âI didnât like having your side of the bed empty either,â he added.
âWell, arenât you just a big sweetheart?â
You caressed his cheek, secretly feeling for the scar on his jawline, and he caught your wrist before you could pull it away. You thumbed away a crumb of space waffle straggling on the corner of his mouth.
âAww, you big baby,â you giggled. âWhat am I gonna do with you?â
He responded by softly suckling your thumb before letting your hand go and continue with your snacking. For the rest of the afternoon, you and Cal caught up some more about the past four days.
In the middle of the conversation, he cuts in as he picked up a Jogan berry.
âSay ah,â
You distanced yourself one barstool away from him and he tossed the Jogan berry towards you, he shoots and he scores.
âAww, good one!â you said while you munched on the fruit and scooched back to your original seat.
âJust my luck,â he chuckled.
The sound of your laughter made Calâs heart skip a beat. Whether or not you were trying to hide your laughter or just let it all out, he just continued making you laugh with his stories and jokes. You realized that you missed out a lot with the shenanigans, but Cal was vocal about missing you and having moments like these with you.
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His Spark of Light (2)
Cal Kestis x Reader
Requested by @stellar-trinity | Prompt: Clingy! Cal
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The Mantis was nearing the last leg of the hyperjump. Cal glanced at the radar and the ship is closing the last remaining parsec before the ship approaches the planetâs orbit.
âWeâre in the Yavin System now,â Cal announced coolly.
The main planet, Yavin itself, burned a bright red. It was massive enough to fill the shipâs entire windshield and have it on view. Cal spotted the moon, Yavin IV, Greez maneuvered to it and Cere has been sending transmissions to signal their arrival.
âIâm getting a lot of signals here,â Cere said as she switches from screen to screen, being both the giving and receiving ends of the communications. âStrange. Itâs new yet⊠familiar.â
âThen thatâs gotta be the rebel fighters [y/n]âs with,â
âCould be, but I hope Iâm right about what I said earlier at lunch,â
The Mantis closes in on the moon, from the outside, it nearly resembled Bogano for the bigger land masses and less visible craters. When the ship was within orbit, Cere was the receiving end of the fighter baseâs communication.
âIncoming freighter, identify yourselves,â a voice crackled through Cereâs headphones.
âThis is Cere Junda aboard the Mantis,â
âCould you give us your code?â
Cere dictated and even typed the code to transmit it to the baseâs communications. There was a moment of silence as everyone in the Mantis anticipated the operatorâs voice again.
âYour code has been confirmed. Your entry has been secured,â
âThank you,â
The transmission ended and Greez accelerated the ship towards the planet. The ship entering the atmosphere was turbulentâthe entire crew held on to their seats, they almost got sucked into the upholstery as they went downâbut the captain kept a steady hand despite the bumpy ride and managed to fly towards the base.
The moon was mostly dense vegetation and lush jungles. These fighters have made a base out of what appears to be the ruins of a temple. Its height rose and tapered upwards until the spire of the sand-gold pyramid poked through the treelines. Though, when close enough, one could see that the surface of its edges have crumbled, the once prominent carvings were eroded by wind and weather, reduced to faint yet large scratches.
The arrival of the Mantis evidently drew attention from the scouts and everyone else in the hangar. Greez spotted a nice place to land her; from the view of the windshield, there were some curious onlookers standing by the landing pad. Cal was searching for you amongst that cluster just outside the ship, unfortunately he didnât find you there.
Perhaps inside the base. He thought to himself.
Cal couldnât wait for the engine to die down. He sprang off from his seat and strode towards the door, slammed the button and then exited the ship. Cere followed right behind him and surveyed the base.
âThereâs not many of them. This could only be the first few,â Cere thought out loud after observing.
âWell, if you say so, then I guess we canât miss [y/n] around here,â
âAgreed,â
A man in a uniform approached the crew; he appeared to be respectable yet humble, the fine lines on his cheekbones suggested that heâs lived through the Clone Wars and the subsequent rise of the Empire. Behind him were two rebel fightersâsmears of grime covered their cheeks, surely having seen action and retained their firm expressions even while in their safe haven.
The Mantis crew assumed that this uniformed man was the spearhead of this operation.
âWelcome. My name is Bren Hoss,â
He extended his hand to the crewâs general direction, unsure whether to shake hands with Cere or Cal. The former did the niceties with the man. Bren introduced himself as the commander of their quite modest fleet army.
âWe may not be a big army, but I suppose itâs the fighting spirit that counts. You never know who youâll inspire,â
In turn, Cere introduced the crew, and mentioned vaguely of you.
âI believe one of our crew is in this base with you, according to her transmission to us earlier,â
âDid she now?â
âYour people found her on Geonosis and brought her here,â Cal stepped in. âSheâs the one who gave us the coordinates and the entry code before we got here.â
Brenâs lips parted as if to speak, but he was abruptly cut off by the female voice behind him.
âItâs all right, Commander, theyâre with me,â
He turned around and you greeted him with a casual smile. You stood parallel to the commander and greeted your crew. Cal skipped a breath when he saw youâwhat was only a few days felt like ages for him since he last saw you in person.
âAh well, I just had the pleasure of meeting your crew, [y/n],â Bren turned to the crew. âPlease, donât be strangers. Friends are welcome inside. Though I do apologize for the place being a bit shabby.â
âNot at all, Commander, we donât mind,â Cere smiled and gave a short nod before Bren retreated back to the base and his bodyguards followed.
When Bren got far enough from the crew, Cal couldnât help himselfâhe walked up and hugged you in the tightest that he could, in fact it was so tight that you suffocated for a second.
âOh!â you chuckled. âI missed you too, Cal.â
You returned the hugâwhich was a long oneâand when he finally let go, he kept his arm around your shoulder.
âDid you have trouble getting here?â you asked to no one in particular.
âWe were just five parsecs away when we received your transmission,â Merrin replied. âAnd nothing came in our wayâexcept, of course, a skeptical officer over the communication line.â
âAh that. Theyâre very privy when it comes to who goes in the planet,â
You reminded everyone that you owed them an explanation. You invited them inside the base. The temple was wide but most of its parts remained untouched such as the dead endsâeither natural or caused. Still, the ancient memory of the ruins now mingled with the technology of scanners, computers, and ships.
You led to them to a section of the temple, it wasnât far from the area of operations, but it was just a gaping space that nobody minded.
âHow did you meet these people, [y/n]?â Greez started.
âThey stormed and raided the main hallâI was there too. We ended up helping each other. The ship I used to get there was trashed by the Geonosians while I was away and so they let me hitch a ride. So, in short, I was kinda like a stowaway in that situation,â
After summarizing your side of the story, everyone sensed the hanging tone in your voice after you spoke, âIâm sorry I didnât tell you guys right away. I requested to make contact with you, honest,â
âYou made us worry there. But itâs all right, as long as we finally know youâre okay,â Cere said in a motherly tone.
You managed a small smile, âThanks.â
The subject switched to what youâve learned so far about these rebels and their base. It was something that you wanted to talk over with them during supper.
âCome on, at least stay here to rest. You guys are probably tired from the trip,â you insisted.
None of them could say no. Majority caved in to your invitation and you led them farther into the temple.
âThis placeâŠâ Cal trailed off. âItâs so strong with the Force. Do you guys feel it?â
âYes, so many memories linger within its walls,â Cere answered, looking at the tall walls and high ceiling, noticing faint etches of wall carvings in the sandstone.
âLike the Zeffo, an ancient civilization once lived here⊠until they mysteriously vanished.â You explained.
As the Mantis crew marched through the halls left and right, more and more rooms were uncovered; from what they could have gathered from their stolen glances, they assumed that they plan on maximizing their utilization and occupation of this temple as their mother base.
âIâve heard whispers about that. A few hours ago, three transports arrived carrying shipmentsâthey brought in machines and stuff for their operations. Engineers, mechanic and technicians, too,â you muttered within their earshot.
The crew arrived to a hall in the second level of the temple. From its structure, it could have been a small auditorium or courtroom; benches were lined in neat, symmetric rows, however, it hasnât been fully utilized yet as the hologram projector was still stashed in the corner of the room.
âI think we can use this room,â you said.
Each one took a seat close to one another. When everyone was settled, you recalled everything what you have learned so far ever since you arrived here.
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Hey Hon! I have another request if thatâs quite alright with you? What about Cal being needy and mushy for your attention? Like heâs clingier than usual? I havenât seen any clingy!Cal (maybe bc it isnât in his character?) on my dash so I thought Iâd give it a shot! Let me know if this is okay :) Thanks, hon! đ„șđ
Hi Hon! Oooh, I like this one you got đ I personally think Cal is a closeted clingy Jedi bf, but when push comes to shove, I think heâs not afraid to be very cuddly and mushy. I think heâs great at hugging and cuddling!! đ„șđ„° I hope youâll like the fic! Youâre welcome, sweetie! đ„°đ
âHis Spark of Lightâ
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Greez cranked the auto-pilot lever, hopped out of his seat to stretch his legs and arms, and then joined everybody out of the cockpit.
Cere was lounging in the holotable couch and Merrin was tending the terrarium. Cal was in the lounge by the dining area, lying down on the couch while hovering a ball over his face using the Force.
âHey guys, quiet day today, huh?â
âIndeed, Captain,â Cere replied on behalf of everyone.
âWell, I was thinking of cooking up some deep-fried Nuna legs for lunch,â
The simple mention of that dish got everybodyâs attentionâfor various reasons: Merrin was intrigued given that she hasnât had a taste of many different dishes around the galaxy, Cereâs stomach growl when she started imagining it from its cooking process until itâs served, Cal had the same reason as Cereâs but another thing came to his mindâit was one of your favorite foods too.
The verdict was clear.
âAlright, Iâll start cookinâ,â Greez hobbled to the galley.
Cere noticed that Cal had been quiet, a little dejected, but mostly bored the whole day. As a matter of fact, this was the only time heâs somewhat settled down; over the past four days, heâs busied himself with tinkering with his lightsaberâchanging the parts whenever he feels like itâor simply meditating with the attempt of reaching out to you, even with the faintest connection.
âTrouble meditating again?â Cere said while standing by the open doorway to Calâs quarters.
âNot much, justâŠâ
âYour thoughts dwelling on [y/n] again?â
Cal had no escape from that question, he pursed in his lips and Cere took that as a yes. She called him for lunch and they went to the galley together. The smell of the deep-fried Nuna legs wafted around the ship, it made everybodyâs stomach grumble. Greez added his personal touch of adding mushrooms and tomatoes as a side-dish.
Small talk revolved around the table as the crew ate, little BD-1 curiously scanned the food and drink on the table.
âYou know, you better teach that droid some table manners, kid!â Greez grumbled as he gobbled his food.
Everybody except Greez chuckled over BD-1 and Greezâs antics. Cere still sensed Calâs uneasiness. She quietly noticed that he took long in-betweens after taking a spoonful, he was quiet too even during conversations. In the middle of the meal, the holotable was emitting a ringing soundâindicating an incoming transmissionâthe first three rings of the alarm made Cal jump out of his seat at the table, jump over the three steps and ran to the holotable to switch on the projector.
A projection of you fizzled into the center of the holotable. Calâs eyes lit up. Cere joined Cal at the holotable, and then later Merrin and Greez paused from eating to hear from you. It has been four days after all.
â[y/n]?â
âHey Cal. Hi Cere,â you greeted. âSorry I didnât transmit as soon as I finished in Geonosis. I actually got sidetracked, I managed to hitch a ride with some rebel fighters.â
Through the transmission, you narrated how you met the rebel fighters during your solo mission on Geonosis. They didnât ask much questions, although they did offer you a ride.
âWhere are you headed to with them?â Cere asked, leaning closer to the rim of the holotable.
Despite the slightly blurry resolution of your hologram projection, the withdrawn expression in your face is evident. You sigh and then bite your lip as you carefully choose your words.
âItâs⊠well, they prefer not to have it said aloud, Iâll explain later. Iâll send the coordinates after this transmission instead,â
âIs it their base?â
Cal was trying his best to conceal his eagerness. The energy that was missing from him this morning finally appeared since you showed upâalbeit as a hologram projection.
âI believe so,â you calmly said, clueless to Calâs sudden mood shift. âTheyâre very⊠discreet about it.â
âAlright, weâll be expecting the coordinates soon,â
âSure, Cere,â you smiled and slightly angled your head to Cal.
âWeâll meet you there,â Cal concludes.
âOh, I almost forgot. Along with the coordinates, Iâll be sending a codeâfor security purposesâonce you get close enough to connect with their comms, theyâre going to need that code to secure your entry.â
âGotcha,â Cal replied.
You smiled before your projection on their end crackled and vanished into thin air. Shortly after the transmission ended, a âpingâ sound rang in the holotable. Calâs fingers typed away on the small control screen as the terminal received the said coordinates; a hologram of a planet with a single moon pops out into the center.
âThe coordinates point out to this moon right here,â he zoomed in on the smaller sphere in the projection. He reads out the planet name on the terminalâs screen, âYavin IV.â
âWeâll meet her there, but first: finish your lunch, please, Cal?â
âOkay, okay,â Cal childishly threw his hands up in surrender and marched back to the dining table and emptied his plate in a heartbeatâhe practically beat everyone else.
âAt least drink something so you donât choke from all that food stuck in your throat,â Greez commented.
Cal snatched his stainless tumbler and chugged away at its contents, he wiped his lip with the sleeve of his jumpsuit and marched down the three steps from the dining room.
âCal, kid, we arenât leaving in the next ten minutes. We arenât even finished with our food yet!â Greez exclaimed, stopping Cal from getting any farther from the lounge.
âRight, rightâŠâ Cal skidded his boots against the floor and returned to the dining table with everyone else. âSorry.â
âHave you ever been to that place where weâll be meeting [y/n]?â Merrin started the conversation. Her curiosity was always a good conversation starter.
Yavin IV was an addition to the list of firsts for everyone. The rebel fighters that you were with are just as mysterious. Cere presumed that it may not be the same rebel fighters as Sawâs back in Kashyyyk.
âBut if they did help her, then we know that theyâre on the same side as ours,â Cere added.
A few minutes later, Greez was finished with his foodâalong with the rest of the crewâand then marched back to his seat in the cockpit; Cal followed behind him and flopped down on his shotgun seat, he typed away the coordinates on his side of the control panel while Greez prepped the Mantis for the jump to hyperspace.
âYavin IV is five parsecs from where we are,â
âWell, you all better strap in your seats!â Greez announced, slowly cranking the hyperspace lever until the stars were beginning to appear as thin, blue streaks of light.
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