#janus kasmir

[tyquu]

The Kanan comics are SO GOOD! Here’s some panel re-draws from the 4th issue 👌

[aaeeart]

P l e a s e I need more Kanan and Kasmir

ME TOO, here you go :)

(commission info)

[kanerallels]

My first fic for @spectre-week!! This one was born from my obsession with N.D. Wilson's 100 Cupboards series (go read it, y'all, it's amazing) and is hopefully vaguely comprehensible. Here it is on AO3!

The forests of Kaller are not particularly noteworthy to most of the galaxy. The snow lies heavy on the surrounding mountains, and the wind sings sharply through the branches of the conifers and the kallnut trees. It’s not a top tourist destination, despite the beauty.

The current residents are more focused on the war that is being fought over this planet and hundreds of others. The Clone War has ravaged the galaxy for close to three years now, and at times it seemed it would never end.

Until now.

But there’s something much darker going on in the forests now, as an army of clones hunt for a missing Jedi Padawan crouched in a tree.

The last thing Caleb Dume should have been focusing on was the trees around him. His master was dead, and the clones who had been his friends and allies mere moments ago were now hunting for him.

And yet. As he leapt from branch to branch, heart pounding with terror, he found himself noticing. Noticing the deep brown barked trees with three pronged leaves that were sprinkled in between the conifers here and there. Kallnut trees, he remembered his master calling them. As he crouched on one of the branches, his fingers wrapped around the grooved bark, and Caleb felt a tug in his heart.

This way, the trees seemed to whisper. This way.

But he didn’t have time to indulge in daydreams, so he kept running.

When the clones found him and he fell from one of the trees, it wasn’t a kallnut. He kept running, until he made it to a ravine. One of the clones tried to convince him to come back, but Caleb knew he couldn’t. There was no one he could trust anymore, no one who wouldn’t try to end him for the saber at his side and the holocron in his belt pouch.

When he leapt across the canyon, he heard it again. The whispers, leading him deeper into the forest.

This time, he had nothing to lose from following it. So he did, led by a trail of deep brown barked trees.

Miles away, he found it. The biggest kallnut tree he’d ever seen, looming above them all ominously. The wind rustled the light green leaves, and Caleb almost forgot about the clones chasing him, about what he’d seen mere minutes before.

The fear receding, he moved slowly closer. There was a strange energy to the air, a humming. The Force rippled strangely, in a way Caleb had never experienced before.

When his hand touched the tree, for a moment his fingers fit perfectly in the grooves of the bark.

And then there was something like a flash of lightning. A dagger of pain went through him, and he hit the ground, unmoving, while fire blazed through him.

When he woke, Caleb Dume was blind. 

He was blind, in the middle of the woods, on an unknown planet with hunters out for his blood.

His hands were shaking as he pushed himself upright. All he remembered was touching the tree, and then… something strange. Something rushing through the Force like a wave of fire, crackling towards him and consuming him.

But he wasn’t dead. Just blind and achy, his stomach churning and his hand throbbing with pain. Instinctively, Caleb reached out for the Force— then recoiled.

It was like looking straight into the sun. Too bright, brighter than it ever had been before. The world around him was burning with life and green fire.

How could that be true when it also felt far too empty now, without Master Billaba?

Fear and grief swelled in his chest, but Caleb stubbornly pushed it back down. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his face, feeling a cold breeze chill his face.

There were no sounds that indicated he was still being hunted. But he couldn’t stay here. He’d freeze to death or be caught. The only way was forward, even if it was going to be slow.

Vaguely, Caleb remembered seeing a stray branch laying on the ground not far from the tree he’d approached. Staying on his hands and knees, he felt around in the grass crackling with frost. The snow hadn’t reached through the thick branches of the kallnuts here, but it was still cold enough that the ground was hard and the tips of Caleb’s fingers were stinging.

It was only a few minutes before his hand closed around the branch he’d spotted. Tentatively, he pushed himself to his feet, using the branch for help. It was a decent length for a walking stick, and it was solid. Sturdy.

He clutched it tightly as he cautiously started through the woods around him.

It took him a long time before he’d made it back to the nearby city. By the time he did, Caleb had sort of gotten the hang of navigating without eyesight. The walking stick helped, though he was still unsure. Still scared.

The city was worse than the woods. In the woods, he was alone and surrounded by trees. Safer than anywhere with people— and worse, clones.

But they would know to look for him in the woods. Here, he would blend in, and he was less likely to freeze or starve to death.

He came pretty close to it anyways, until Janus Kasmir found him.

The Kalleran took pity on him and fed him. And, when Caleb begged him, he let him come to his ship, giving him some place safe to sleep. Even if it was only for a little while.

He hadn’t really slept since losing his master almost a week earlier. Only fitful bursts here and there. Now, scrubbed clean and curled up on one of Kasmir’s bunks, he dreamt of blaster fire and screams, and kallnut trees growing high above everything else.

When Kasmir helped him the next morning, he commented, “I didn’t remember you being blind, kid.”

“It was… recent,” Caleb said quietly. He didn’t know how else to explain what had happened, the strange fire that had burned through him. 

“Huh. Have something to do with that burn on your hand?”

The burn. Caleb hadn’t seen it, but he’d felt the pain, the throbbing agony. Without any better ideas, he’d torn a strip from his robe and wrapped it up. Until last night, when he’d been cleaning up. In the fresher, he’d… seen it. Not his hand, but the burn, more like a brand. A symbol, one that he’d never seen before, but knew the meaning of immediately, instinctively.

It was a kallnut tree. Vibrant and green and growing and solid. Unwavering. And it was part of him now, in a way that he couldn’t express in mere words. Caleb vaguely remembered reading about something like this in the Jedi Archives, but at the time he’d been too tired to even try and figure it out.

“Kind of,” he said, and Kasmir seemed content to leave it at that.

He’d thought that would be the end. Kasmir clearly didn’t intend for him to stay, blind or otherwise. He’d most likely just throw him out on the street, and the Kalleran had clearly planned on doing just that.

But then his emergency signal went off.

The Jedi, who he’d thought were dead, were calling him back to the Temple.

Relief flooded through him for one magnificent moment. He could go home. The masters, some part of the Council, surely would have made it. Someone would know what to do about his blindness, and he would have some small piece of his life back.

But he had no way of getting there. And Kasmir flatly refused to take him there when Caleb asked him— begged him to take him to Coruscant. The Kalleran refused, then stalked out of the ship, telling him to finish his meal then get out.

Frustration boiled in his chest, and he threw the bread Kasmir had given him across the ship. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he bit back a scream of helpless frustration.

I have to do something, I have to be able to get to the Temple. But without a ship? Without the ability to see what he was doing?

As if on cue, a tiny crack of light blossomed around the corner of his palm. 

Shocked, Caleb yanked his hand back. The light in the ship was dim, but to his eyes it was blisteringly bright. Blinking back tears of pain, he stared, unbelieving at the ship around him.

He could see again.

There was no real time to take in the shock and relief pounding through him. He was already charging into the cockpit, starting up the engine and taking off. The coordinates to Coruscant were easy to remember, and Caleb was working on autopilot. He was going home. He was going back to the Jedi Temple.

Only minutes away from exiting hyperspace, he received a new message.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for all remaining Jedi…”

Caleb listened to the words, numb with horror. The only thing that jolted him out of his panic was the ships surrounding him as he floated above the planet’s atmosphere. Coruscant wasn’t safe, just like Kasmir had said.

He barely made it out alive. And when he got back to Kaller, Kasmir was furious with him. The Kalleran barely seemed to notice he’d regained his vision, or care. He just tossed him off the ship and told him to never come back.

But Caleb truly didn’t know where else to go. So he stuck around, until one day, he saved Kasmir.

Sort of. Kasmir didn’t seem to think he’d really done him any favors. But it got him a job with the Kalleran, which went… interestingly. In the end, Caleb stuck with him. Despite the fact he insisted on calling Caleb “kid”, and had sold him out as part of a con, and was gruff and sarcastic.

He was familiar, and he wouldn’t betray him. At least, Caleb didn’t think he would. And he was only a little nosy.

“So, you didn’t stay blind long,” he remarked one day as they sat in the cockpit of the Kasmiri, watching hyperspace blur past them.

“Yeah,” Caleb said slowly. “It… I don’t know. I wasn’t lying.”

“Nah, I could tell that,” Kasmir said with a dismissive wave. “Ya know, I heard stories about that kinda thing, once. About people going temporarily blind, and when it stopped, they were… different. Kinda like the Jedi, but it was different. Green men, they were called, since they had this tie to some sort of plant.”

Caleb’s throat was dry, but he managed a nonchalant shrug. “Hmm. Sounds like an old story.”

He could feel Kasmir watching him with narrowed eyes, but then he shrugged. “Eh, just a legend. Could be a real one, or not. Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“Right,” Caleb said, the tightness in his chest easing a little.

Green men. He knew that legend, a little bit. Stories about the seventh son of specific families in parts of the Outer Rim. Their connection with different kinds of plants, the power it gave them. Caleb had never actually met someone with those abilities.

But now… he glanced down at his hand, covered in a glove. Beneath it glowed the kallnut tree— sturdy brown trunk, three-pronged leaves shimmering a light green. Strong and steady, humming with a power that he didn’t quite understand.

Part of him wanted to test it, to reach into that well within him. But he knew better. It wasn’t safe to be a Jedi, and the green men weren’t safe either.

So he kept it hidden. As the days slipped by and he kept working with Kasmir— until things went sideways, and he had to leave. To protect himself, but to protect Kasmir, too.

No one was safe around the Jedi any more. Caleb was better off on his own.

Actually, that wasn’t true. Caleb Dume was better off dead. Kanan Jarrus was better off traveling on his own, far away from anyone else who could die. Far away from the Force, too. And that was the way things stayed.

At least, they stayed that way until he met Hera Syndulla.

~~~

Hera still wasn’t completely used to having a new crew member, even after a full month of it. Not in a bad way, by any means. While Kanan was a shameless flirt (though he’d toned that down a little, thank the Force) he was also a hard worker, quick to pick up on the plans she made and even quicker to come up with his own. He also made her laugh, although she’d often refuse to admit it.

But having a new person on the Ghost was, well, new. Hera was used to looking out for herself and Chopper, and Kanan threw a wrench into that dynamic. Most of them were easy to cope with— someone else using the refresher, his insistence that they didn’t subsist on only ration bars, which resulted in a lot more shopping, to name a few.

However, he also had a habit of disappearing whenever they landed in a remote area, especially when they were near a body of water or trees. Hera had asked him about it, and he’d just said he was meditating in the vaguest possible way. Considering he was a Jedi, that was most likely true.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t a pain in the neck sometimes. Namely, when they needed to leave, and Hera couldn’t find him.

She’d accidentally left him behind once. While Hera had realized it before she’d even broken through the atmosphere, and had gone back immediately, Kanan had been VERY dramatic about it. So Hera had no intention of making the same mistake twice.

Which was why she was now taking a not so lovely stroll through a stand of trees on Tythlona, in search of her crew member.

“Kanan?” she called out warily, weaving between tangled brush and ancient trees. The forest here was old, but most of the trees were smaller, with twisted limbs and golden-green leaves. They all reached above Hera’s head, but not by much, and she could see the evidence of fallen fruit underfoot. “Kanan, can you hear me? It’s time to leave.”

There was no response, and Hera let out a sigh of annoyance. They were due to leave soon, and she hated to linger on a planet where she’d run a mission, even if it was just dropping off supplies. There was still a chance, however small, the Empire could track it back to them. 

She opened her mouth to call for Kanan again, then stopped. There was a break in the trees ahead, and something was moving.

Instinctively, her hand twitched towards her blaster, but she didn’t draw it yet. Instead, she moved forwards through the woods, staying at the ready.

It wasn’t long before the trees fell away, and Hera was standing at the brink between the cool, shady woods, and a wide open plain of golden grain. A small expanse of grass split the ground before the grain sprang up, and it was there that Kanan was kneeling, his back to her.

Hera’s voice stopped in her throat at the sight before her. She’d never actually seen him meditate before— but she’d seen other Jedi do it, and it didn't seem like much. It certainly hadn’t looked like this.

All around Kanan, plants were springing up in a long half circle. Saplings, Hera realized as she slowly approached, staying as quiet as she could. The tallest barely brushed the top of his head, buds twisting to life on the spindly branches. As she watched, crumpled leaves smoothed open, their three tips stretching towards the sun. They were growing before her very eyes.

The saplings seemed to hum with life and a rich green energy, framing Kanan until he almost looked like he could be one of them. Hera stood, uncertainly watching him, until he finally moved.

Lifting his head, he turned and looked at her through the leaves. Surprise flashed across his face, and he got to his feet, moving carefully out of the ring of small trees. Their rate of growth had slowed a little, but the tallest of them already reached Kanan’s mid-chest.

“Hey,” he said, pausing in front of her. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Well, you were clearly distracted,” Hera said, her gaze flashing from him to the small ring of trees. When she looked back at him, his expression was… self conscious. Embarrassed, almost.

“Yeah. I, uh…” he paused, looking back at the trees for a moment, a half-smile crossing his face. “Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t a Jedi thing?”

Hera’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, I suppose that explains why I’ve never heard about it before. Then… what is it? If you want to share,” she added immediately. “If it’s none of my business, then tell me that.”

Kanan shook his head, grinning a little. “Hey, it’s all your business at this point, Captain Hera.” He lifted his right hand, and Hera saw he wasn’t wearing the fingerless gloves he always had on.

She quickly realized why. On his palm was etched a burn scar, deep and old. But it wasn’t just a scar. It was something more. Something that, as Hera watched, shimmered with a green light the same shade as the leaves on the tree.

“There’s an old legend,” Kanan said quietly. “About the seventh son in certain family lines— usually in Outer Rim planets, although I couldn’t tell you which. But those seventh sons have a connection to a plant, and that connection grants powers that I don’t really understand. All I know is that they’re strong. Strong enough that it’s a miracle I haven’t been spontaneously growing trees this whole time.”

“So… you’re one of those seventh sons?” Hera said slowly.

“I never knew my birth family, but… apparently, yes.” Rubbing at his palm, Kanan said, “I learned about this growing up– at least a little bit. But I never understood the scale of the power, of what all it would mean. I was only fourteen when I got it, but I’ve barely used it since then.”

“Fourteen?” Hera did some rapid math in her head. “So that would have been—”

“Right after the Purge. And I mean right after.” Kanan let out a wry laugh. “Not the best timing. I’ve… I’ve never actually told anyone about this.”

Hera knew what that meant, coming from him. Kanan wasn’t closed off, necessarily. He was open enough, and friendly— more than just friendly, with his flirting. But he kept his secrets close to the chest.

Or at least, he had. These days, he was starting to be more and more open with her. And that wasn’t something Hera was going to treat lightly.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she told him quietly, and he smiled.

“I know. You’re nice like that.”

Hiding a pleased smile, Hera commented, “You know, just when I think I have you figured out, you come up with something new. Any other mind-blowing secrets you have hidden?”

Rubbing at his beard, Kanan frowned in mock concentration. “Well, my killer good looks aren’t a secret to anyone, so… nope. Looks like you’re the mysterious one, now.”

Hera laughed. “I’m honored, dear. Are you ready to go?”

“One minute.” Kanan turned, bending to pick up his gloves from where he’d left them. For just a moment, he lingered by the trees, fingertips tracing over the tops of the dancing leaves. And then he was pulling on the gloves, turning to face her. “Let’s roll.”

As they headed back to the ship, Hera asked, “What kind of trees are they?”

“Kallnut trees,” Kanan said. “Apparently the nuts are pretty good, but I’ve never stuck around one of them long enough to find out.” He glanced at her. “Any more questions?”

It was a genuine question— Hera could tell. She took a minute to consider, then said, “What does it feel like?”

A thoughtful frown knitted Kanan’s brows as they came out of the trees. The Ghost was landed nearby, and Hera knew it was only a matter of time before Chopper came out to demand where they’d been. But Kanan stopped anyway, looking like he was turning the question over and over in his mind.

“It’s different from the Force— and the same,” he said. “The Force is just… there. Always. Like a river you’re walking next to, and can dip your feet in at any minute. It’s easy to reach, like breathing. This is… brighter. More persistent. They’re both easy, but if one’s more confusing, it’s the kallnut tree. But it’s strong. I— I don’t know how to explain it other than— can I?”

He slipped off a glove and held his scarred hand out to her. Hera’s breath caught, but she took his hand. His fingers were gentle and warm as he rested his palm against hers.

For a moment, there was nothing. And then, a flare of warmth from the knotted scar. Hera gasped as a humming brightness tangled around her hand. It was alive and strong and felt like roots deep in the earth, leaves reaching for the sky. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and was somehow fully… Kanan, yet not Kanan.

It was gone a heartbeat later, and Hera was aware of Kanan watching her. “Make any more sense?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Hera said, forcing herself to breathe evenly. “And no.”

He nodded, still holding her hand. “Same here.”

And then Chopper’s loud, accusatory bwomping cut through the stillness surrounding them, and Hera forced herself to let go of Kanan’s hand. But her fingers still tingled from the contact as she headed back to the ship.

Of all the potential crew members she could have ended up with, Kanan was definitely on the stranger end. But she found she didn’t really mind that.

[spectre-week]

Spectre One: Caleb Dume/Kanan Jarrus

Kanan Jarrus, born Caleb Dume, was a Force-sensitive human male Jedi Knight who survived Order 66 during the Clone Wars. Living on thanks to the sacrifice of his Master, Depa Billaba, on Kaller, he met the smuggler Janus Kasmir, who taught him how to survive as a fugitive. Going into hiding, he forsook the Jedi ways for some time, swapping his blue-bladed lightsaber for a blaster. After working with the Twi'lek rebel operative Hera Syndulla during the Gorse Conflict, Jarrus decided to join her nascent rebel cell. -Wookieepedia

Prior to Star Wars Rebels, some of the tales you could tell about this spectre are from these eras:

Jedi Temple Era

Padawan Era

Janus Kasmir Era

On the Run Era

New Dawn Era

Early Spectre One Era (up until Spark of Rebellion)

At the end of these eras, Kanan is 28 years old. We have the most canon backstory for him of all of the Spectres, but there is still a lot of time and so much you could add to it. We can't wait to see what you come up with!

Need more suggestions? Have a question? Just Ask!

[redrikki]

Star Wars: Rebels Fic Masterpost

A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy - Depa stumbled free of the maze, back into the atrium for the Lothal Temple. There was just one problem. The man kneeling between the desiccated bodies of the ancient Jedi was not her master. (Depa Billaba, Kanan Jarrus)

With the Rest of the Miscreants - Boy meets galaxy and learns to live in it. A lost baby Jedi adapts in four 'easy' steps. (Caleb Dume, Janus Kasmir)

Cloak, No Dagger - In light of the intel from Gorse, Hera and Ahsoka rethink mission protocols while putting on a show for the ISB agent watching them. (Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano)

Tag - Sabine and Ketsu, bounty hunters extraordinaire, argue about how to sign their work. (Sabine Wren/Ketsu Onyo)

Swordsmith - Ezra puts his lightsaber together. It's not his life, except in all the ways it is. (Ezra Bridger, Ghost Crew)

Wild Blue Yonder - After the events of "The Brotherhood of the Broken Horn," Hera decides its high time for Ezra to learn to fly. (Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger)

Ain't No Fun (Life on the Run) - Ain't no fun living life on the run but, with his Hera and their crew by his side, Kanan finds it isn't always so bad. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew)

Chicken Soup for the Jedi Soul - Four meals Kanan made for his crew and one he made for himself. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew)

Graffiti on the Walls of the Heartland - Three works of art Sabine made for crew members and one she made for herself. (Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Chopper)

A Distraction - Kanan's been blinded. There's nothing Hera can do to fix it so Chopper gives her something she can. (Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Chopper)

Then My Hair's Too Short - Apparently, Ezra had a new hair cut. That’s fine, it’s his head after all. Kanan just wished he had mentioned it. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger)

The Blind Beggar - When Ezra objects to Kanan taking point on a mission, Kanan decides its time they had a talk. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger)

Cut to the Heart - Sabine found the stupid thing in a cave, but now the Darksaber is taking over her life. Kanan gives her a little perspective. Tag to 3.13 "Trails of the Darksaber." (Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus)

Second Wind - Ahsoka takes the wrong exit from the world between worlds and ends up with a second chance to save her master. (Ahsoka Tano, Shmi Skywalker)

Rebel Moments - Collection of short Star Wars: Rebels stories based on tumblr prompts. (Ghost Crew, everyone ever)

[ao3feed-techphee]

Feel something again

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PDMGOuX by Hilimi It's time to remove those damned chips and repair the broken relationships, but fixing something is always more complicated than destroying it, especially when you don't know exactly what's wrong or how to make it better. After all, what do clones know about emotions? Words: 1190, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 3 of A home without you is incomplete Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Original Characters Relationships: Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Commander Mayday, CT-9904 | Crosshair/Clone Commander Mayday, Feemor & Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), Kanan Jarrus & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Kanan Jarrus & Janus Kasmir, Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Additional Tags: Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Post Barton IV, Clone Commander Mayday Lives (Star Wars), Clone Troopers as Siblings (Star Wars), Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama, Grief/Mourning, Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), Autistic Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), brothers being brothers, Protective Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Trust Issues, Insecurity, Fear of Abandonment, Touch-Starved, Co-Dependance, Brainwashing is horrible, clone programmation, Kamino horrible place, Communication, beginnings of healthy communication, Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker’s language of love is food, pre Phee/Tech, Pre-Relationship, OC characters, Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Medical Procedures, References to hypothermia, discussion about Order 66, references to the horrible situation of Padawans as Jedi Commanders, references to the Jedi Code, Mayday does not like The Force, References to Depression, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Curious Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Young Kanan Jarrus, Protective Kanan Jarrus, smugglers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but blink an eye and you’ll miss it, Drinking & Talking, Smut, Drunken Kissing, First Kiss, Groping, Grinding, Non-Explicit Sex, Older Man/Younger Man, Sexual Inexperience read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PDMGOuX

[opalknight]

I want it to happen and I don't in the same percentage.

I would love to see more adventures of Caleb Dume or of young Kanan, but if they retcon Janus Kasmir story with him, I'm just not interested.

[laughingphoenixleader]

these titles are probably only gonna get more chaotic from here on out. don’t say I didn’t warn you.

HAPPY KANERA WEEK!!!!!!

Day One: Alternate Universe

Tag list: @kanerallels @heckin-music-dork @accidental-spice @ladywren7 @auroramagpie @firefoxtessa

Keep reading for a ✨ sneak peek ✨

To the ace pilot from the Outer Rim, the Jedi were living embodiments of peace and hope. Their goal in life was to preserve and protect both of these things, so they fought when necessary to do so. This made them heroes. It was their use of the mystical energy they and the galaxy called the Force that made them legends. So, naturally, the pilot had always sought out information on them, being a bit of a Jedi enthusiast. 

To Depa Billaba’s apprentice, the Jedi were heroes and legends, but somehow also so much more than that. They were family . They were safety. The Jedi Temple was home, but it was the people within it who made it so. It was a place full of stoic Jedi Masters and a shipload of serenity, but it was also home to mischievous Padawans and crate upon crate of absolute chaos. The Jedi were the apprentice’s future and destiny. They were everything the Padawan had ever known.

When the saviors of those in harm’s way were themselves put in harm’s way, there was no one there to save them . It was cruel irony at its worst. They were gone so quickly. Snuffed out in a few moments.

All but one.

[gabriel4sam]

the supernumerary Jedi

This little story is part of my bad habits to ship Obi-Wan with all the characters in Star Wars he hadn't been shiped before ^^

If the jewels had been there, Janus and Caleb would be far away with a lot of money. But the jewels were there to hide something. And someone. And now there is a Jedi in surplus on Janus' ship.

The job had been much bigger than their usual but they had needed a big pay check. Keeping ahead of the clones was becoming complicated. With that much money, the kid and Janus could buy false ID for the ship, a new living module to graft on the Kasmiri to change its shape too….The Empire wouldn’t stop until they had the bodies of every Jedi, but the galaxy was big. With the time it would buy them to disappear, Janus was sure he could take them far away in the Unkown regions to build themselves a new, profitable life. After all, there were scoundrels everywhere and the kid was becoming quite good. They would be unstoppable!

It was a god plan.

If the supposed jewels of the Alderaan’s crown, on loan to a museum in the Outer Rim for the first time ever, hadn’t been a front to smuggle a Jedi holocron the Empire should never ever have, they would be flying in a ship fit for princes right now.

But there had been a holocron. And a bunch of clones finding them at right the worst moment. And just when Janus thought he would die, there had been the sound of a lightsaber igniting.

He had turned his head, thinking he would see Caleb’s last stand and instead….

The man guarding the holocron.

The most wanted man in the galaxy, with a bounty on his head even Janus found scandalous.

Janus lost the plot, and a lot of blood, thinking he would never have bet on dying for someone, especially a baby Jedi with agile fingers, and thinking, and it was a comfort, that Caleb wouldn’t be alone.

Waking up in his bunk was a surprise.

The Kasmiri’s crew had a third member. A red head with Opinions about all that Janus had taught Caleb. But Caleb refused to leave him until Janus’s wounds were totally mended, even to follow a Jedi Master as impressive as Kenobi, even with how long Kalleran’s physiology needed to heal.  

Janus, him, found him more exasperating than impressive and he would have left him stranded, even if Kenobi had saved their lives. Even if Caleb’s nightmares had calmed now that he had an adult Jedi to meditate with.

Even if sometimes, late in the night shift, when they were sure Caleb was deeply asleep, they explored the compatibility of human and kalleran’s bodies. Two beings who didn’t trust the other but had a truce, for Caleb, and would have hated to take the risks of someone other during one of their stopovers, with clones crawling everywhere searching for them.  

Kenobi was exasperating, broken, and would one day leave and take the kid with him, and probably have him killed in teaching him about honour and other idiocies like that. During their couplings, sometimes Janus thought of burying his fangs into the pale flesh of his throat; to keep the kid. He knew Kenobi knew.

Sometimes he thought the Jedi even hoped for it.

[aaeeart]

Kanan and Kasmir??

Sweet!! I loved that duo in the comics!!

oh this one is very wipy. I'm always thinking about Janus Kasmir and Kanan Jarrus and how it's a shame they didn't come across each other again et tu, Kanan comic 🥲

So I was thinking when it would be the most interesting for them to meet and honestly, season 3 please - I want that jedi knight mindset challenged by the original Kanan Janus- I mean Janus Kanan. I mean Jarrus Kasmir, I mean-

[kanerallels]

I will keep to a semi consistent posting schedule if it KILLS ME (it's not even that hard I'm just dramatic)

First lines under the cut, as always!! It's time for a POV that I've been avoiding for a while (which is very uncharacteristic of me, considering how much I love him)

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The first thing that he really registered was that his head was killing him. His face in general, really, especially his jaw. This never meant anything good for him.

The second thing that he registered was that he was laying face down on the ground. Gritty earth dug into the side of his cheek, his mask was missing, and he was vaguely aware of noise around him. It was strange—he wasn’t used to this kind of noise. Atollon was quiet, peaceful. Most of the sounds came from the base. This was more of the kind of buzz you heard when you were in a busy street—people walking and talking, passing speeders, vendors hawking their wares.

Wait. Where am I?

Kanan scrambled upright—or rather, tried to. Pain shot through his head, and he bit back a groan of pain. Catching himself before he face planted back into the dirt, he took a few steady breaths, his head spinning.

He was not on Atollon. That much was clear. Everything was off—the sounds, which were clearly that of some kind of marketplace, the smells, the decidedly chilly breeze tugging at his hair. Even the dirt felt different—which, a few months ago, Kanan would have thought sounded crazy.

But he’d spent enough time out on his own, meditating on Atollon, that he knew the difference. Somehow, he’d wound up on a planet far from home.

[pretchatta]

From my upcoming SWBB fic A Thousand Lives, which will be revealed on 27th April!

"Repeat, please confirm your departure clearance," came a voice from the comm.

Caleb scrambled to respond. "Uh, I confirm I have clearance to depart."

He tried to empty the pilot's chair for himself as the voice at the other end paused.

"Is this Janus Kasmir?"

Caleb finally sat down and leaned over to hit the transmission switch. "You must have misheard," he replied, kicking the body under the console and out of the way. "This is – uh, this is Kanan Jarrus."

"Clearance is for Janus Kasmir."

"Are you telling me that someone at your end misfiled my paperwork?"

There was a sigh and then static. "Fine. Just go."

[softpadawan]

Liveblogging Jedi Fallen Order pt. 1

Is there any better way to open a movie than with Mongolian folk metal? The answer is no, there isn't 🤘

I'm really liking Cal's maternity poncho. Comfortable yet flattering. The galaxy definitely needs more Jedi babies, so I'm glad he's doing his part

I instantly like Prauf. Instantly like Cere. Instantly like Greez. Instantly like this entire thing.

JEDI FALLEN ORDER IS MY FAVORITE STAR WARS MOVIE

I like the jingle-jangle sound effects of all the shit Cal has hanging off of him. You'll always know where he is, like a cat wearing a bell

Mantis is a REALLY NICE ship. GD limo compared to the Ghost, and the Ghost is one of my favorite starships. Greez has good taste

My boy not only listens to metal but plays space guitar? I'm so in love with this guy it's starting to piss me off

Really gotta hand it to the actors and animators. The moment when Cal finds out Cere was a Jedi and the sheer amount of angst on his face and the emotion conveyed in that throaty "Do I know you?" is just... wow. Bravo.

I REALLY like Mantis's design. It's a nice looking ship inside and out

OHMYGOD IT'S A GIANT ONE-EYED DICK MAGGOT WITH LEGS KILL IT CAL KILL IT WITH FIRE

I'M ALMOST IN TEARS OVER BD-1 AND HIS BUSTED LITTLE LEG AND THE WAY HE JUST RUNS TO CAL AND HOPS INTO HIS ARMS GAWWWWD

🚨 PROTECT BD-1 AT ALL COSTS 🚨 also CONGRATULATIONS ON BECOMING A DROID DAD CAL. STAR WARS IS ALL ABOUT ACCIDENTAL FATHERHOOD

Cal just keeps a welding gun on his belt NBD askdfalsk get help I'm dying (You can take the boy out of the scrapyard but you'll never take the scrapyard out of the boy)

Including this shot for No Reason At All

(Sidenote: I'm pleased to report that half, if not the majority, of Rule 34 Cal Kestis art swings toward the Definitely Gay and Loving It)

I really like how they handled the flashbacks in this game and tied them in with Cal remembering his Jedi training and the player learning new skills, very cool

BD-1 running as fast as his little legs will go, I have never seen anything so cute

Also, I'm glad we get to see Cal being playful and smiling and laughing. He's been through Some Shit™ but he's still got hope, especially now that he's reconnecting with the Force again. I can't help but wonder if this might have happened to Kanan Jarrus (Caleb Dume) if he hadn't gone down the Scoundrel Path with Janus Kasmir and eventually become the [most likely] alcoholic wreck that Hera finds on Gorse. Cal spent 5 years in hiding before receiving the call (age 18 roughly). Kanan was in hiding for 8 years and didn't even really use the Force for another 6, when he met finally Ezra (at age 28). Though they're close to the same age, Cal has 10 years' experience on Kanan because he was "rescued" sooner. Really getting some strong feelings about these poor Purge-surviving Padawans

The score is excellent. Wow. This is a really impressive production.

Cal Kestis: Fannypack Handyman Toolbelt Dad. He's the male equivalent of those girls who have fuckin everything in their purses. Tissues? Yep. Breath mints? Got 'em. Combo lock picker/glass cutter/nail clippers? Here, sweetie. Hand sanitizer? Help yourself. He's got it all and can fix everything, even broken hearts

My boy is such a tatty little rat. Scuffed boots. Fraying trousers. Some kind of saddle for a vest. Poor kid doesn't even have two gloves. He's just getting by and making do on whatever he can scrounge (like my other boy, Ezra)

JUST SIT DOWN IN THE WATER, OKAY FINE YOU ANIMAL, SHEESH

WooHOO mud surfing--oh holy FUCK IT'S A GIANT 3-EYED CHERNOBYL TOAD, DON'T GET VORED CAL! FUUUUUCK THAT THING HAS TEETH! FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! What even IS it? It looks like a crocotoad or something you'd find in the Florida Everglades

Conclusion: I am Greez. I would totally freak out if someone brought a wet, oily dog into my nice clean house and it immediately jumped on my couch. And Cere's smirk at Cal's deadpan "Not really." LOLOL

New headcanon: Cal is a grungy plebe and the reason why Greez can't have nice things

Sometimes you just know when a character would be an awesome dad, and Cal strikes me as one of them *has already created the "Kanan Jarrus & Cal Kestis as Space Dads" tag on AO3*

"I'm just asking 'cause I was thinking of maybe making some food." GREEZ I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS

"Cal, as long as you're alive, you will always have choice." CERE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS

Annnnd to Dathomir we go, a totally safe and not-creepy place where a certain former Sith Lord may or may not be decorating his cave with Mandalorian relics. Surewhynot

Greez: Buckle up, kiddies! We're going trick-or-treating!

To be continued in Part 2

[redrikki]

Star Wars Rebels Masterpost

With the Rest of the Miscreants - Boy meets galaxy and learns to live in it. A lost baby Jedi adapts in four ‘easy’ steps. (Caleb Dume, Janus Kasmir)

Cloak, No Dagger - In light of the intel from Gorse, Hera and Ahsoka rethink mission protocols while putting on a show for the ISB agent watching them.  (Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano)

Tag - Sabine and Ketsu, bounty hunters extraordinaire, argue about how to sign their work. (Sabine Wren, Ketsu Onyo)

A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy - Depa stumbled free of the maze, back into the atrium for the Lothal Temple. There was just one problem. The man kneeling between the desiccated bodies of the ancient Jedi was not her master. (Depa Billaba, Kanan Jarrus)

Swordsmith - Ezra makes his lightsaber. It’s not his life, except in all the ways it is. (Ezra Bridger, Ghost Crew)

Graffiti on the Walls of the Heartland - Three works of art Sabine made for crew members and one she made for herself. (Sabine Wren, Chopper, Hera Syndulla,Kanan Jarrus)

Chicken Soup for the Jedi Soul - Four meals Kanan cooked for his crew and one he made for himself.  (Kanan Jarrus, Ghost Crew)

Ain’t No Fun (Life on the Run) - Ain’t no fun living life on the run but, with his Hera and their crew by his side, Kanan finds it isn’t always so bad. (Kanan Jarrus, Ghost Crew)

Wild Blue Yonder - After the events of “The Brotherhood of the Broken Horn,” Hera decides it’s high time Ezra learn how to fly. (Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger, Zeb Orrelios)

A Distraction - Kanan’s been blinded. There’s nothing Hera can do to fix it so Chopper gives her something she can. Written as part of the Jedi Fest Rogue Robin challenge as a continuation of A Distraction. (Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Chopper)

Then My Hair’s Too Short - Apparently, Ezra had a new hair cut. That’s fine, it’s his head after all. Kanan just wished he had mentioned it. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger)

The Blind Beggar - When Ezra objects to Kanan taking point on a mission, Kanan decides its time they had a talk. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Ghost Crew)

Cut to the Heart - Sabine found the stupid thing in a cave, but now the Darksaber is taking over her life. Kanan gives her a little perspective. Tag to 3.13 “Trails of the Darksaber.” (Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus)

Rebel Moments - Collection of short tumblr prompts (Ghost Crew)

[ao3feed-techphee]

Feel something again

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vRpxLVU by Hilimi It's time to remove those damned chips and repair the broken relationships, but fixing something is always more complicated than destroying it, especially when you don't know exactly what's wrong or how to make it better. After all, what do clones know about emotions? Words: 1190, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 3 of A home without you is incomplete Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Original Characters Relationships: Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Commander Mayday, CT-9904 | Crosshair/Clone Commander Mayday, Feemor & Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), Kanan Jarrus & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Kanan Jarrus & Janus Kasmir, Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Additional Tags: Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Post Barton IV, Clone Commander Mayday Lives (Star Wars), Clone Troopers as Siblings (Star Wars), Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama, Grief/Mourning, Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), Autistic Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), brothers being brothers, Protective Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Trust Issues, Insecurity, Fear of Abandonment, Touch-Starved, Co-Dependance, Brainwashing is horrible, clone programmation, Kamino horrible place, Communication, beginnings of healthy communication, Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker’s language of love is food, pre Phee/Tech, Pre-Relationship, OC characters, Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Medical Procedures, References to hypothermia, discussion about Order 66, references to the horrible situation of Padawans as Jedi Commanders, references to the Jedi Code, Mayday does not like The Force, References to Depression, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Curious Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Young Kanan Jarrus, Protective Kanan Jarrus, smugglers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but blink an eye and you’ll miss it, Drinking & Talking, Smut, Drunken Kissing, First Kiss, Groping, Grinding, Non-Explicit Sex, Older Man/Younger Man, Sexual Inexperience read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vRpxLVU