#tookas are just purple cats

[starwarskawaii]

I like how Star Wars cats are very clearly cats and then dogs in Star Wars are the ugliest freaking things you've ever seen that are vaguely dog shaped

[sick-and-artistic]

Weird Artifacts

This came into my head and refused to leave. I had to write it down in a drabble, so, enjoy!(?)

It all happened so quickly. Too quickly in fact.

Anakin and Obi-Wan were assigned a mission to retrieve an important artifact from some small planet on the edge of wild space, which was uninhabited and lacked any signs of civilization apart from the abandoned temple-like structure the artifact was supposed to be hidden in.

Though just because it's vacant of sentient life due to a geothermal event that turned its atmosphere unbreathable to most species, it doesn't mean the planet is dead. In fact, it's teeming with life. 

Nature is thriving on this planet. Without outside influences messing with the natural order, evolution inevitably found its way and produced species that could thrive in the new atmosphere.

When they landed close to the temple and stepped off their ship with their breath masks on, they were promptly met with a swell in the force. Curiosity, apprehension. It was clear their not so subtle landing raised the attention of everything in a ten click radius. They decided not to dwell on it for too long, and complete the mission as fast as possible, in order to not disturb the environment any more than they already did. 

“I told you we were coming in too fast,” Obi-Wan argues as they walk through the tall grass, his breath fogging up the inside of his mask. “We're lucky you didn't break anything important. We don't even have comm-reach this far out.” 

Anakin puffs petulantly as the blue-green stalks hit his face from where they reemerge from under Obi-Wan's feet.

“Well we wouldn't have gotten into that situation if you didn't insist on staying in hyperspace until the last second. I told you it was reckless even for me to navigate unmapped regions like that.”

Obi-Wan knows Anakin is right. He was being impatient. He'd much rather be back at the temple, browsing the archives. He was doing exactly that when he was interrupted by a call from the council requesting his and Anakin's presence. He got annoyed then, wondering what kind of nonsense his former Padawan had gotten up to again to warrant a lecture before the high council. Instead, he was surprised when Windu told them they were going away on a mission

Another swell in the force, this time much closer, more concentrated. But it doesn't come from the direction of the temple. It's behind them. Moving.

Once they emerge from the grass field, Obi-Wan stops in his tracks, and so does Anakin.

“I somehow cannot shake the feeling that something is…-” 

“-following us.” Anakin ends his sentence, and their suspicion is confirmed when the grass behind them rustles a bit. Anakin immediately goes to grab his lightsaber from his belt as they both turn around, but Obi-Wan stops him, his hand on Anakin's wrist.

They were being followed. But the being that carefully steps out from the grass is far from something that requires defensive measures.

A young, feline creature, small and quiet, though more elegant and timid than a tooka cat looks up at them with its big, bright eyes. Its black but shimmering purple fur looks smooth and covers the entire slender body, and its soft face is adorned with longer than average whiskers.

Anakin melts a bit when the little creature sits down and observes them curiously, its long tail curling high above it and its sharp ears following the noises of the environment. 

“Obi-Wan…look…” he says and slowly gets down to one knee before stretching out his left hand, trying to lure it closer. 

Normally, Obi-Wan would have objected, telling Anakin to get up and leave it alone. But he didn't have the heart to do so when Anakin looked so enraptured, so… calm. His usually tense expression and heavy set brows softened, soothed by the innocent presence of life in the force. He looked like a child again.

So he stays quiet. Despite his own impatience, he lets Anakin have this moment of peace. 

The cat initially ignores Anakin's attempts at contact, opting to groom its soft paws instead. But seemingly out of nowhere, it stops and gets up to actually walk over to Anakin. It carefully sniffs his hand first, before rubbing its face against his palm and letting him scratch it. 

Obi-Wan can make out Anakin's bright smile from behind him, and he has no choice but to smile in return. 

“Lovely little creature.” he admits quietly, and apparently, that jinxed the entire thing, because right afterwards Anakin yelps and pulls his hand away as the cat sprints off into the grass again.

“It bit me!” he laments, shaking his hand and regretting presenting his healthy one as he adjusts his breath mask.

Obi-Wan actually has to suppress a laugh. “It's a wild animal, Anakin. That's to be expected. I'm surprised it even let you touch it in the first place.” he says amusedly, but Anakin's crestfallen expression almost immediately wipes his smirk from his face.

“Are you hurt?” he then asks genuinely, and Anakin looks at his hand, observing the little dots of injured skin that start to leak droplets of blood. 

“I'm fine…” he says, still pouting as he wraps a piece of cloth around his palm. He's had worse injuries. Much worse. The stump of his right arm seizes uncomfortably at the thought. 

Obi-Wan apparently accepts his reply.

“Come on, let's get going then.” 

Anakin trails behind him while they walk through the abandoned temple, the only light source now the blue hue of their lightsabers.

Their mission directive had a clear description of where they are supposed to find the artifact, where it had been hidden a long time ago. And to both of their relief, it's exactly in the described spot. 

Perched on top of a column was a prism shaped…box? 

“Is this it?” Anakin asks, stepping closer as Obi-Wan checks his datapad. 

“Apparently it's supposed to be a…sphere.” Obi-Wan says, confusion clear in his voice. He looks down at his datapad again, immersing himself into the descriptive text. 

“Then it should be inside, right?” 

“Probably, yes…” Obi-Wan replies absently, trying to focus on the directive, but his datapad seems to malfunction. He taps it, frowning when it freezes up and glitches.

Anakin, being Anakin, doesn't want to wait for Obi-Wan's instructions and takes the approach he always does. The most efficient one. He grabs one edge of the prism, and pries it open, revealing a dimly glowing sphere on the inside.

“Hah, see? Easy peasy.” he says triumphantly. 

Obi-Wan didn't really notice what Anakin was doing until he heard part of the prism clatter to the ground, and now Anakin was reaching for the artifact with his bare hand. 

“Wait- Anakin don't-!” He tries to warn, but it's already too late. 

~~

When Obi-Wan wakes again, he's on the ground. On the cold, hard floor of the abandoned temple, in fact. Memories of what just happened come rushing back, and he sits up rapidly, observing his surroundings. There seems to have been some kind of…blast. The rocks that have laid strewn around the room before, were now shoved over to the edges, tracks of their movement in the dust. 

It must have been triggered by whatever it was Anakin touched. 

Anakin

He remembers then, and alerted by the utter silence in the room, turns around to where Anakin is. Or where he was. 

His blood runs cold when instead of his moody former Padawan, all he sees is a pile of clothes on the floor. Anakin's clothes. Along with his lightsaber, lying uselessly on the ornamental tile.

He can feel anger and disbelief rising up in himself, clenching his throat and threatening to make his eyes burn with tears. He desperately tries to release those feelings into the force as he gets up and calls out for his friend. His brother. His partner. 

He rubs his beard in a self-soothing manner when he gets no reply, and he really tries hard not to panic. 

What would he tell the council? That he lost the Chosen One because he randomly evaporated after stupidly touching some artifact?

He pulls at his own hair while scanning the walls, hoping the boy just wanted to play a trick on him and was hiding somewhere. Tears have just started running down his face when he hears some muffled noises coming from the pile of robes and tabards. 

He turns around again to look, and frowns when he sees the pile move. Or more like, something inside the pile is moving. He crouches down to disentangle the vast layers of cloth, and his heart threatens to jump out of his chest from how fast it's beating. 

Looking up at him now, scared and ears laid flat feebly, was one of the cat-creatures from earlier. 

His mind is going a mile a minute, and he refuses to believe the conclusion it comes to about Anakin's whereabouts. 

Unlike the one they met earlier, this one has tan colored fur, golden almost, blonde, with dark areas around its snout, ears and paws. Its eyes are a striking blue, a blue he has come to know oh so well.

Despite his mind not wanting to comprehend it, his lips speak before he can stop himself. 

“Anakin?” he asks, his voice shaky. 

The cat responds with a quiet chirp, and Obi-Wan feels like he might faint. 

“Force help me-” he whispers, willing himself to wake up and end this odd nightmare. But he doesn't wake up.  Somehow, having to explain this to the council seems worse.

[skellymom]

"HIGH TIMES"

A Bad Batch One Shot Fan Fic

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Word Count: 2.6K

Background: The boys mistakenly eat "candy". Medicinal Candy. They are so silly and dumb! I plagiarized a line or two from Alice in Wonderlands Caterpillar (for the Star Wars version: Star Dragon).

Warning: Swearing, nudity, drug references.

“What ARE you making?” Crosshair, sitting in the corner polishing his rifle curious of Tech��s new “project”. 

“I am infusing Meiloorun juice into a gelatinous confection containing Star Sedge for Echo.  It should help him with his prosthetic limb pain.”  Tech, crouched over a folding table littered with equipment, dropping gel candies from his gloved hand into a clear cellophane bag. 

Tech worked meticulously...handling the chemical properties with PRECISE care...like you do with these types of things: 

“Why not a tincture?” 

“It is less stable without the binders to hold it.  In addition, this particular state makes it more...palatable.”   

“Doesn’t Star Sedge make a person...high?” 

“It is no secret within the galaxy of the euphoric properties of this plant.  It also provides pain and stress relief, dispels anxiety, is used recreationally, and even utilized for spiritual purposes.”  Tech picked up another pre-cut Meiloorun slice to use for flavoring.  After squeezing into a receptacle, he set the spent fruit aside in his “eat” pile.  The fruit was rare to find in this part of the galaxy, and Tech wasn’t about to let it go to waste...even devoid of its sweet juice. 

Crosshair watched Tech silently while polishing away. 

Tech quietly picked up a piece of spent Meleroon, popping it into his mouth, absently chewing away. 

He dipped another gel candy in the juice, then dropped it into the bag. 

Picked up another Meiloorun piece and popped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. 

Dip, soak, retrieve, drop it into the bag.  Pop Meiloorun into mouth, chew, swallow. 

Dip, soak, retrieve, drop it into the bag.  Pop Meiloorun into mouth, chew, swallow. 

Repeat. 

Repeat. 

Repeat. 

Dip, soak, retrieve, drop it into the bag.  Pop Meiloorun into mouth, chew... 

...a WET explosion inside Tech’s mouth!  Warm liquid running down his throat!  And to his surprise, Tech inhaled involuntarily...gasping, coughing, choking!!! 

He had accidentally picked up a gel candy and put it in his mouth! 

Tech jumped up and ran to the refresher.  He spit into the sink, repeatedly rinsing out his mouth.  Unfortunately, he had swallowed most of the gel candy contents. 

Oh no!  Tech gazed back at himself in the refresher mirror... 

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Crosshair sat on his bunk smiling like a Tooka cat.  The idea of Tech inadvertently imbibing in a hallucinogen gave him joy.  It was going to be a fun afternoon... 

...then it got better. 

Wrecker walked past, stopped, and sniffed at the bag. 

“HEY...what’s THIS?” 

“Oh, just a little something Tech whipped up for Echo.” 

“Smells REALLY GOOD!”  Wrecker picked up the cellophane bag containing approximately twenty gel candies, staring intently into it. 

Crosshair watched with interest. 

Wrecker turned to Cross for permission “You think I could try just ONE?” 

“Oh, I don’t know Wrecker...Tech did make it for ECHO.” 

“Well, I’M gonna ask if he can share!” 

“You go ahead and do that.” Crosshair smirked as Wrecker walked to the front of the Marauder. 

“YO ECHO!” 

“Yeah?” Echo, seated in the pilot’s chair swiveled around to see Wrecker approaching with a clear bag full of jelly candies. 

“Can I have one of your candies?” 

“MY candies???” 

“Tech made them for you!” 

“Oh?”  Echo grabbed one out of the bag, held it to his nose, sniffing.  “Of course! Tech knows Meiloorun is my favorite flavor.”   

Echo popped one into his mouth.  His eyes lit up.  “Go ahead Wrecker.” 

Wrecker followed suit, crunching down.  Some of the fluid squirted down his lips.  “Ummm...sweet and messy!” 

Echo’s reaction changed “Yeah...kinda warm and has a...PURPLE undertone...” 

“IT’S GOOD!”  Wrecker greedily eyed the bag. 

Crosshair strode up to the cockpit and addressed Echo.  “How’s your MEDICINAL taste?” 

“WHAT?!”  Echo stopped dead.  Then he felt the first faint warm wave rush over him... 

“The gels Tech made...for your limb pain...” Crosshair grinned. 

“WAIT?  THIS ISN’T JUST CANDY???”  Wrecker thundered. 

Cross pulled out a gel from the bag.  “No. It’s Meiloorun flavored Star Sedge gels.  Takes care of pain...with an added kick.” 

With a smart assed smile, Crosshair tossed the gel into his mouth and chewed it heartily...then swallowed. 

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“What the actual fuck Cross???”  Echo’s anger was blunted by the second warm wave washing over him... 

“Uh..you ok, Echo?”  Wrecker seemed concerned. 

“Just feeling...altered...” 

“I don’t feel nothin” 

“You won’t Wrecker.” Cross remarked.  “You’re so large...”  The first wave hit Cross harder due to his low body weight “...it’s like a raindrop in the ocean...” 

“Ole Crosshair...sounding like a poet.” Echo’s eyes glazed over. 

“You guys are acting WEIRD.”  Wrecker eyed both his brothers with suspicion. 

Echo sat in the pilot’s seat pondering, then perked up suddenly paranoid “Ohhh...Hunter’s gonna be PISSED!” 

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“WHY am I going to be pissed?” 

Wrecker and Echo jumped at Hunter’s voice entering the Marauder.  He had just returned from a walk in the forest. 

Crosshair cracked the biggest, dopiest smile ever. 

Wrecker quickly reached into the bag, grabbed the rest of the candies, and crammed them into his mouth.  His attempt to hide the evidence wasn’t successful.  Wrecker’s strong grip popped one of the gels, coating his hand, and left residue on his mouth.  He then crumpled up the bag noisily in his huge sticky fist. 

Hunter had clocked the sticky sweet odor even before entering the ship.  Had Echo not made the remark he had; Hunter would have just figured it was Wrecker eating snacks...again. 

“NOTHING!”  Wrecker shouted. 

Crosshair rolled his eyes. 

Echo stared at Wrecker in a half-baked manner, then slowly shook his head in disbelief. 

“What’s going on here?”  Hunter grabbed Wrecker’s hand, pulling the sticky crumpled bag free...with his BARE hands. 

The bag stuck to Hunter’s hands.  He stared at it incredulously.  “Someone want to explain THIS?” 

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Before ANYONE could answer, the refresher door slowly opened.  Tech gingerly emerged, clearly wanting to explain... 

“It seems EVERYONE with the exception of YOU is under the influence of the medicinal gel candies I have concocted.”  

Hunter spun around to see Tech looking bug eyed, yet glazed, swaying unsteadily...a slight smile on his lips.  He seemed rather pleased with himself. 

“Where in the hell have YOU been???”  Echo slurred. 

“I... have been staring at myself in the refresher mirror for...” Tech stared at his wrist chronometer.  He seemed to be trying to work SOMETHING out, but just stood there looking terminally at his wrist.  “...I am unsure...but QUITE some time now...or so it seems.” 

Crosshair abruptly broke out in full maniacal laughter.  He sounded like a strangled goose. 

“My pain is gone!”  Echo interjected suddenly in a high-pitched voice.  “My brain cells went with it TOO!” 

Hunter sighed “I can’t leave you all alone, can I???”  He turned to Wrecker, who had gone suddenly quiet. 

Wrecker stared out through the Marauder windscreen.  His lips still full of sticky goo.  He seemed entranced by something out there.  Hunter followed Wrecker’s gaze.  Just clouds above the treetops with the sun now setting.  But Wrecker’s gaze seemed to suggest he was seeing MORE, something waaaay beyond the clouds. 

“Wrecker?”  Hunter inquired. 

A few seconds later Wrecker answered without breaking eye contact with the sky “Yeah...Sarge...” in barely a whisper. 

“What do you see?”   

“I see...Lula’s” In the same whisper, his mouth stayed open.  Slack jawed. 

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Somewhere a goose was honking like mad inside the Marauder... 

Hunter shook his head, then turned to throw the cellophane bag into the trash incinerator.  It stuck to his hand fast.  He pulled it free with the other hand to have it stick to that hand.  Hunter struggled with the bag.  Finally, he was able to throw it into the incinerator and slam the panel shut with his foot. 

Both hands were now coated with the sticky goo.  Hunter was BEYOND frustrated. 

“FUCK!”  He made a beeline for the refresher to wash his hands... 

...walking suddenly seemed VERY difficult.  I need to sit down.  Hunter slid into the first seat he could find to take a load off.  He HATED the sensory feel of the sticky substance on both hands.  It had to be cleaned off RIGHT NOW!  Hunter spit into both hands, rubbed them together, then rubbed both hands on his pants. 

“Hunter...” Tech’s comically high voice interjected.  “This might be bad timing on my part...however...saliva activates the absorptive properties of the active ingredient.” 

“Didn’t put hands in my mouth Tech” Hunter clapped back. 

“Transdermal absorption will occur with external keratinized skin...or internal squamous stratified epithelial tissue...” 

“Break it down for me, Tech... head feels like a Meiloorun on a toothpick...” 

Tech stopped...in deep thought...processing his answer in a manner Hunter could understand.   

“You’re fucked either way.  Enjoy the trip.” 

“Roger that...Tech” Hunter sat back, feeling the planet slowly rotate...as he lost himself in his own inner experience. 

Sometime later...shortly after...but it seemed like an ETERNITY...like it does with these types of things: 

Tech decided to mathematically plot out the existence of all matter in the universe. 

Wrecker had long protracted and silly conversations with his many multicolored Lula’s. 

Echo couldn’t be arsed to get up from where he was sitting...so he scomped into the ship’s computer and mind melded with it. 

Crosshair laughed like a silly goose...then turned on the holonet tunes and danced like he was back at 79’s Rave Night. 

Hunter...he watched Tech’s calculations morph into the third dimension, witnessed Wrecker’s multicolored Lula’s, heard the whispers of machinery through Echo’s ears, and adored the rarest of smiles from Crosshair... 

...until Crosshair BLASTED the music to an unbearable volume.  Hunter shot up and lurched out of the Marauder to escape the cacophony.  He stumbled down the gangplank and wandered away...following the song of the full moon.  His mistress serenading her Hunter as he toddled into the dark woods... 

Gonky sat and watched the WHOLE THING with astonished interest.   

His conclusion: Humans are weird! 

Sunrise over the Marauder.  Rex hailed The Batch bright and early with intel. 

Echo immediately snapped up in his seat and gasped.  He rubbed his eyes and engaged the holo communication. 

Rex’s holo illuminated in bright blue.  “Morning, Echo.”  Rex glanced past Echo’s shoulder to address the rest of the crew... 

“WHAT THE KRIFF???”  Eyes wide, astonished. 

Echo slowly turned around.  

The crew was passed out. 

The whole interior of the Marauder was covered in black mathematical scrawl.  Tech was covered as well...all over his semi-naked body.  Drool slicked his chin. 

Snack wrappers and fizzy drink cans littered the ship sticking to Wrecker...who was also semi-dressed.  Snack crumbs stuck to his lips giving the impression of bright and obscenely applied lipstick. 

Crosshair hung front half upside down from the open ceiling compartment wearing something hot pink...and dubious.  Where he obtained it from would stay a mystery for years...even to Crosshair. 

Hunter was missing. 

“Uhhh...” Echo was at a loss. 

“Seems you all had...an interesting night?”  Rex stammered. 

“Yeeeah.”  

Rex gave Echo an out “Let’s...uh...reconvene in one standard hour?  Sound good?” 

“See you then, Rex.” 

The holo transmission cut off and Rex disappeared. 

Echo surveyed his crewmates.  He had only been with the batch for a short period of time after leaving Rex.  They certainly ACT defective... 

...he had a HORRIBLE case of dehydrated cotton mouth. Echo slowly and unsteadily got up from the pilot’s seat.  

“WAKE UP!” He barked. 

Crosshair jerked awake, falling from the ceiling. Good thing Wrecker broke his fall. 

“Urm...whaa..?” Wrecker sleepily sat up, absentmindedly pushing Cross off him onto the floor. 

Tech was still out cold...drooling. 

“We NEED to find Hunter! He’s missing!!!” Echo scowled. “Intel with Rex in one standard hour SHARP!” 

“OH for FUCK SAKE!” Crosshair growled grouchy as all hell. He peeled off a full uneaten cookie from Wrecker’s chest and whipped it across the room.  

It bounced off with a hard THWACK! against Tech’s forehead. Tech startled violently out of a deep sleep with WIDE eyes. “HAAA..!” Rubbed his forehead, smearing the inked algorithm scrawled across it. He gazed at his hand, his body, then slowly scanned the interior of the Marauder. 

“GET UP!” Cross hissed. “We need to find Hunter!” 

Tech immediately scrabbled up and sat in the co-pilot's chair. 

“Shouldn’t we get dressed and go on foot?” Wrecker groggily asked. 

“It will be much simpler to follow the trail of shed armor Hunter left behind. Especially over rough forest terrain.” Tech pointed to Hunter’s pauldron’s lying on the ground covered in wet morning dew. 

“Besides...don’t see YOU getting THAT off easily anytime soon.”  

Echo pointed at Crosshair...who looked down at himself...finally realizing he was wearing something made up entirely of hot pink straps, buckles, and intricately tied ropes. 

“HA! You aint’ fitting ANY armor OVER THAT!!! Wrecker snickered. 

Crosshair crossed his arms and sulked. 

They engaged the Marauder to take off and scan the forest for Hunter. Following the bits of armor he took off and discarded along the way...and eventually his clothing. The Marauder flew low deeper and deeper into the dark canopy of impossibly tall ancient trees. 

Hunter slowly opened his eyes. The dark canopy of trees above provided shelter. He felt warm and snug. The smell of earth, plants, water, and the soothing sounds of birdsong echoing through the forest greeted him. Hunter felt at peace. 

He hadn’t slept this soundly in quite a while. 

Something around him stirred quietly. It was purple and segmented with many legs. Long sharp claws at the end of each... 

Hunter was enveloped by a Duinuogwuin! 

Somehow...he wasn’t the least bit concerned. The beast regarded him with its glowing yellow eyes. It took a long, protracted drag off a glass hookah pipe and smiled. 

You are a good height, indeed. Then exhaled smoke of lovely plumes down upon Hunter. Pale colored tendrils rolled across his naked body. 

STRANGE thing for a creature to say!  

In a minute or two the Star Dragon took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went,  

One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter. 

“What???” Hunter finally spoke out loud. OUTSIDE his head. 

Hunter rolled off the HUGE mushroom they had been laying on and stood up upon the grass. His ears caught the distant engines of the Marauder approaching. 

The Duinuogwuin exhaled a huge lungful of multicolored smoke again. It wafted towards Hunter, enveloping him with whispers of ancient secrets. 

He inhaled deeply... 

The Marauder burst through the canopy, blowing away the smoke with its engines while bathing him in its landing lights. The ship slowly descended, with Wrecker and Crosshair stepping off the gangplank... 

Wrecker in his underwear and Crosshair wearing a hot pink atrocity. 

Hunter grinned and pointed. “Look at you TWO!” 

“Look at yourself, Hunter.” Cross snapped crankily. 

Hunter glanced down. Naked and covered in dried mud. Leaves, moss, and small plants stuck to various parts of him...including some small mushrooms. 

“You look like part of the forest!” Wrecker giggled. 

“Coming from someone who looks like a holomovie house floor.” Cross, miserably dehydrated, and his head pounded. 

“Ladies...we DON’T HAVE TIME TO COMPARE OUTFITS! Intel briefing with Rex in 40 standard minutes! LOOK SHARP!” Echo grumpily shouted from the ship. 

“WAIT!” Hunter interjected “My friend over here...” He spun around to empty, dark forest. Purple leaves of a huge Star Sedge bush danced in the breeze of the Marauder’s engines. 

Hunter stood stunned. Had he imagined the Space Dragon??? 

“HUNTER!!!” Echo shouted. 

Hunter dashed to the ship and scrambled aboard. He peered out just as the gangplank closed.  

He SWORE his vision detected a shadow just beyond the Sedge bush with two yellow eyes... 

but it COULD have been an ILLUSION...like it is with these types of things... 

I like the original song, and the P!nk cover. But this particular version is killer with the base turned way up while "chasing the white rabbit." Enjoy!

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Guess who’s watching the Young Jedi Adventures???? It’s me!!! Okay I am gonna admit now, I need a full sized 30 minute episodes series right this fucking instant. It’s not even just how cute it is, but this show is massively full of world building!!!

200 years before TPM Yoda lived on Tenoo in the temple there. I was literally screeching when I realized that okay 1: the only place we get other Jedi temples on other planets are one or two episodes of Visions, and otherwise in the Extended Universe, otherwise the movies and ‘official’ canon pretends the Coruscant temple is the only temple to the point where a LOT of fic writers and people on here believe that Coruscant was their only temple, and not their main temple. And 2: that means Yoda wasn’t always on Coruscant and that means he might not have even been RAISED there. I wonder if he sorta just flits around for a couple generations to any temple he feels like at the time??? It’s wild.

So already I am screaming over that amazing world building it’s so good!

And then. I’m on episode 2. We got to see the tooka kitten which I paused just to write this already that has so more lore stuck in it too. 1: they called it a tooka and not a lothcat. I think we’ve only seen lothcats in live action so far because so far they always seem very territorial and sorta skittish, where as the tooka kitten (if you say ‘it’s cause it’s just a kitten’ I will angrily point out that that is actually when cats are MOST feral is as a kitten they are so feral and yelly and growly as beans) was so cute, gave the sweetest little meow and nuzzled into a pet.

She also seems to have much thicker fur in her ears than lothcats in the live action shows have, and even the lothcats in Rebels are somewhat feral little pack animals that have thinner fur.

But then!!!!!! She opened her cage!!!! With her little hand!!!! While trying to catch a bug, the tooka managed to hit her button to open her cage! And when she was trying to get the bug she didn’t just bat at it, she full on grabbed her little baby handsies at it!!! Tookas and lothcats have raccoon handsies canon confirmed!!!!!!!

But then! The final world building aspect I have been screaming about since I saw it! When we first see Lys (the Pantoran girl) the very first thing I noticed was how BRIGHT her cheeks were. She’s got markings like a pantoran but specifically, the area around her eyes and at the top of her cheeks and over her nose are a very dusty shade of purple, unlike her otherwise blue skin. She’s too young to wear makeup and I don’t think Jedi really do makeup as a whole anyways, so that would be a specific skin marking. It never fades either so it’s not a flush, it’s a skin shade! Which means that pantorans have the ability to have facial purples on their faces!

Also she has the most elaborate little hair style lmao I wonder who helps her with that.

[owlbear33]

the creatures science fiction uses as pets are always interesting, I don't really have anything to say on the matter, just sort of rotating the concept around in my head

In Mass Effect you have Varren, the weird fish lizard dogs, bandity types use them as attack dogs, but also you get to walk around with them in Tuchanka in ME2, There were also varren fighting pits, not very ethical Mass Effect also Has the Pyjacks, weird purple alien monkeys, not sold on keeping them as pets

Star Wars of late has given us the wonderful loth cats and Tookas, both seemingly a cross between a cat and maybe a nightjar or frogmouth either way adorable

Star Trek has at the very least given us Targs, Klingon pig dogs, very cute, as well as I'm sure many others

[thesmollestnerd]

Star Wars Clone OC || CT-1598 “Beacon” [She/Her]

Legion: 187th Attack (High General Mace Windu), “Misfit Company”  Rank: Sergeant Position: Heavy Trooper

Bio:

“CT-1598″ created of the 1.5.9.A. This batch designed to be more physically suited towards the demands of heavy artillery. CT-1598 showed exemplary marksmanship, team-collaboration, even temperment, and leadership aptitudes during cadet training. Upon graduation and assignment to the 187th, she began publicly transitioning. This was a non-issue as bigoted views about gender did not make it into the Kaminoan education as there was too fucking much else to fit in the timeline. Jedi, similarly, don’t give a fuck and General Windu reminded everyone else that they’re in the middle of a goddamn war, now go flank with your sister. 

Able to live authenticly, she thrived, described as a friendly, welcoming to shineys, and warm, a ‘Beacon of Sunshine’ thus her name became Beacon. during the Battle of Dantooine she lost her left leg from the mid-thigh down due to injuries sustained by a seismic attack by the Separatist forces, it has since been replaced with a cybernetic leg that she’s painted to mimic the purple hurrikaine crystal of General Windu’s Lightsaber and has returned to the front lines.

Additional Notes:

Soft-Butch Transfem

Is very q u e e r™

Not a fembo, just strongk.

Eternally in the long hair vs short hair struggle with herself.

She has pursued some more aesthetic procedures such as full-body tattoos that give the illusion of a softer silhouette and makeup. The boys sometimes bring her cool makeup presents.

Always has hair-ties and snacks.

Club Mom™ and Mommy™ when they go out off shift. 

Tends to pull more ass than her brothers.

Is an A+ wing-woman tho.

Company’s dedicated New Shiney Specialist.

Will absolutely waste most of the company in arm wrestling.

Doesn’t mind being referred to in the plural of “Brothers/the Boys” but if referring to her specifically, her brothers use “Sister”.

Is the reason there’s a feral colony of Tooka cats in the hanger. You’re welcome Commander, you have pest-control for the low-low price of some kibble and old blankets.

Does not understand Jetti-stuff to save her life but thinks General Windu is a fantastic fighter and that’s what matters.

While she has completely socially transitioned as well as has her marker updated in her legal documentation, she does not wish to pursue medical transition until after the war as she would like to not add additional stress while serving.

ooc: I’ll probably add more to this later. I just love her. She’s the first of my Clone Trooper OCs

[ladykatakuri]

It`s CHUCKLES !!!!!! I am so happy to see Chickles and the kids back again!

The tooka was most definitely not looking to make new friends, lowering its ears and hissing at the approaching younglings before bolting off of the rock it had been sunning itself on. The clone pilot couldn’t help but grin as he watched the two children chase the Loth cat through the grass, shrieking and squealing as they raced in circles after their furry quarry. Tooka!!!! Look at dad Chuckles just enjoying that little moment of the kids being kids!

Chuckles couldn’t help but giggle at that. “I’m sure there’s plenty of kids out there that have my genetics. But these two are adopted. They lost their families in the war, and I lost mine when I left the GAR. So, we found each other.” Found family is one of those tropes I adore and let us be honest: The clones all deserve that so much. Chuckles deserves it and the kids too.

When he looked from the scrap of flimsi to Endi, her cheeks were somehow even more purple, and he imagined his entire face had to be glowing with how hot it felt. 

“Th-thanks,” he stuttered. “I just might.” *whistles* Ohhh Chuckles, you charmer !

One Step at a Time - Part 9

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A/N: IS THIS THING ON??? OK HI HELLO I HAVE RETURNED WITH THIS FIC AND I KNOW I ALWAYS PROMISE THIS, BUT I PINKY SWEAR THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL NOT TAKE AS LONG (in fact, I already have a good chunk of it written). I'm super excited to introduce some new characters (and also maybe make a reference to a certain mechanic that I haven't yet named in this series). But anyway, I AM VERY EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. THANK YOU as always to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this for me and helping me hash out characters and plot and just generally screaming encouragement at me!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: language, copious amounts of new OCs (because I cannot help myself)

Word Count: 8.3k words

Lothal wasn’t nearly the paradise Sorgan had been, but it would have to do. Instead of lush green foliage and thick forests, the planet’s landscape was dotted with rock formations that broke up the dead, yellowing grass that covered its plains. Everything appeared to be a different shade of tan or grey.

Arni had told them that the planet had experienced famine and drought during the war, crippling its agricultural industry. But where the farmers had floundered, the mining industry had flourished. The planet was peppered with veins and cave networks that were rich with various metals and minerals that the Empire found useful, so of course it hadn’t wasted any time in swooping in and setting up shop.

Chuckles had been hesitant to travel to any planet that had an Imperial presence, but as Arni pointed out, it was almost impossible to find a world where the Empire didn’t exist in some capacity. Their best option was to find a planet with plenty of rural areas to disappear into, and Lothal provided that. There had been a moment where Chuckles considered returning to Sorgan, but he knew that Ry and Oks had likely had to come up with a story for the drunk that had stumbled out and never returned. Showing back up, especially if the Empire was still around, would only complicate things for them, and that was the last thing he wanted to do for the two women.

So Lothal it was.

Chuckles and Arni had selected a small, family-owned mining operation to target for their next place to settle. The Kern Brothers Mining Company was well away from any major cities, and as a result, a small sort of township had cropped up around the mine itself. It seemed to be a fairly new establishment based on the many job postings that Arni was able to find on various forums, and by all accounts, other than the occasional inspection and weekly supply drops, Imperials largely steered clear of the small community, instead relying on shipments delivered by droids or automated vehicles. 

It wasn’t perfect, but it was about as close as they could hope for. 

As Chuckles settled the freighter into one of the crude landing zones outside of the township, the two younglings pressed forward to get a look at their new home. Aside from the mine, there appeared to be one strip that served as a main part of town, and the area was peppered with buildings that had clearly gone up in a hurry to accommodate the workers. Many of the dwellings seemed to be built from whatever could be salvaged in a hurry, or like the Ayyshus, it appeared many families opted to live out of whatever vessel had carried them there. With opportunities coming and going everywhere across the planet, it made sense to remain mostly mobile should they need to pull up stakes and move on. 

Chuckles could see Nita was less than impressed, and Arni was chewing the inside of their cheek, eyes darting around and taking in every detail. Chuck grinned as the two kids turned to him, clearly trying to hide their disappointment.

Not much of an adventure compared to Sorgan. But, it’s quiet. And probably boring. And we could use boring.

“Not much to look at, is it?” he teased, and he could see both of the younglings relax, apparently considering themselves released from having to pretend.

“It’s very… dusty,” Nita concluded.

“And dry,” Arni added.

“But it’s ours,” Chuck countered. “And we’ll make it what we want. And if not, we’ll find somewhere else.”

Nita nodded, appearing to find this an acceptable compromise, but something had drawn Arni’s attention. They giggled, pointing out the front viewport of the freighter. “Nita! Look! A tooka!”

Nita leapt into the co-pilot seat, leaning forward on the control panel to peer outside. “WHERE?”

“RIGHT THERE BY THAT ROCK!”

The speckled creature scratched at an oversized ear, surveying the ship with disinterest.

“TOOKA!” Nita squealed. “Open the hatch Chuckles! I wanna go make him my friend!” She leapt down from the seat, sprinting towards the ramp and bouncing on her toes eagerly.

Chuck tried to stifle his laughter, releasing the hatch and lowering the ramp. He watched as the two younglings raced outside in the late afternoon sun, Nita at a full sprint with Arni calling for her to slow down so as not to frighten the creature. 

The tooka was most definitely not looking to make new friends, lowering its ears and hissing at the approaching younglings before bolting off of the rock it had been sunning itself on. The clone pilot couldn’t help but grin as he watched the two children chase the Loth cat through the grass, shrieking and squealing as they raced in circles after their furry quarry.

We’ll find a way to be happy here. Dust and dryness be damned.

The sun was beginning to approach the horizon already, casting everything in hues of orange and pink as the cool evening breeze kicked up, rustling through the grass. Chuckles strode down the ramp, leaning one shoulder against a landing strut as he watched the two younglings. 

Yeah. We can make this ours.

—

The following morning, Chuckles headed into the small settlement to look for work. From all of the notices Arni had looked through for job postings, it appeared that the mining company had plenty of positions to fill. Chuckles had opted to once again cover his face, deciding it was a risk not worth taking yet. 

Actually entering the settlement did little to improve his first impression of it. The town was far from a booming metropolis, and while he hadn’t expected to find anything close to the scale of Coruscant’s glittering skyscrapers, he also hadn’t anticipated the rusted out husks of buildings that lined the dirt road that appeared to serve as the main street of the settlement. Even though the sun was barely beginning to break over the horizon, the township was already bustling with activity. Groups of children scampered by, stopping to stare at the stranger with the covered face as he made his way towards the mine entrance. Chuckles had become accustomed to children staring at him during his time as a pilot. The ground troopers were fairly commonplace on Coruscant, but the pilots always seemed to garner special attention from any younglings in the area, wanting to know what it was like to soar among the stars and shoot down vulture droids. 

However, it was the stares of the adults that made a certain tension take root between his shoulder blades. It seemed that there was no shortage of variety in terms of species and homeworld, but they all knew one another, and they also were easily able to identify anyone who wasn’t part of the community. Wary eyes seemed to follow him, and after a few failed attempts at a friendly wave, Chuckles shoved his hands in his pockets, fixing his gaze on the large building in front of him. 

The mine’s main office was certainly one of the most well-maintained structures of the settlement, which he supposed made sense considering it was likely the first thing built, and also the structure that largely sustained the entirety of the small settlement. It was the only multiple-story building in the entire community, well-lit windows glowing in the early morning haze. It was easy to identify the employment office with its freshly painted signage. What did surprise him was the lack of activity inside. He’d anticipated a line out the door, or at least a few applicants waiting around to be met with. But the lobby was completely empty when he entered, a soft chime announcing his arrival, seemingly deafening in the silence. He had to fight the urge to flinch. 

The only other occupant of the employment office was a burly Latero at the far end, who glanced up when Chuckles entered. His eyes roved over Chuckles’s frame, clearly surveying his build and physical usefulness before he heaved himself to his feet with two of his four arms, unleashing a deep sigh and making his way over to a large desk that appeared to be the most central piece of furniture in the room. There, he plopped down heavily on a stool, glancing up at Chuckles again and clearing his throat impatiently. Chuckles took his cue, striding quickly up to the front of the desk, trying not to nervously rock back on his heels. 

“Well?” the Latero prompted.

His voice was gravelly, and he raised a bushy eyebrow at Chuckles, toying with the ends of his facial hair, which was streaked with grey. His forearms were thick and scarred from years of hard labor, and he wore a jumpsuit that was stained and torn in various places. A stitched on name tag on his breast identified him as Jerrno. 

“I’m uh… looking for a job,” Chuckles replied, internally cringing. 

Jerrno snorted. “I figured that much. What kind of work?”

“Whatever you’ve got.” 

The Latero paused, glancing up at Chuckles as though he was an idiot. 

Maybe I am. 

“If ya don’t have career aspirations, do ya at least have a chain code?” 

Chuckles hurriedly produced his chain code disk, handing it to the Latero, who scanned it, eyes glancing back and forth over the lines appearing on his datapad before he glared at Chuckles. 

“No employment history.”

“I worked at a common house. Off the books.”

“How long?”

“Five months.” 

Somehow, Jerrno’s expression became even more judgemental. 

“I’m guessing there’s no references available then. Since ya were ‘off the books.’” 

Chuckles flexed his hands nervously. “‘Fraid not.”

The Latero leaned heavily on the desk, steepling his fingers on his uppermost set of arms while his bottom two gestured at Chuckles. “Son, I know ya see there ain’t exactly a line out the door here. We are hurtin’ for people, but I can’t hire ya if I don’t even know who I’m hiring. ‘Specially with no relevant experience.”

“Listen, I’m strong, and I’m stubborn, and I’ll bust my ass however you need me to.”

Jerrno heaved a sigh. “I don’t even know what species ya are with that getup, and that makes me think you’re hiding from somethin’. I do need people, but not ones that are going to land me in hot water. Understand?” 

Chuckles’s palms were sweaty. 

“I’m human.”

“Can ya take off the mask and prove it?”

We don’t have enough supplies to get anywhere else. It has to be here. We have to make this work. 

Maybe enough time’s passed. The war didn’t really make it to Lothal anyway. Maybe he doesn’t know what a clone looks like.

He sighed, tossing caution to the wind as he pulled off the mask and goggles. 

The Latero’s eyes widened in recognition. Chuckles’s heart fell. 

“You’re a clone.”

Chuckles’s fingers itched for his blaster. He’d left it on the ship.

“I get that a lot,” he replied steadily, hoping a lie might get him at least to the door. 

Jerrno raised an eyebrow. “Son, I served the Republic. I’d know that face anywhere.” 

Chuckles’s mind was racing, but before he could come up with a solution, the Latero heaved another sigh. 

“Well, at least I get the lack of work history now. You’re right, you’re a hard worker. Never met a clone that was a slacker. We can find something for ya. Maker knows there’ll be more of ya with the decommissioning happening.” 

“Decommissioning?” The question was out of Chuck’s mouth before he could stop himself. Jerrno paused. 

“Yeah. Was just announced a handful of rotations ago. How come ya don’t know?” His beady eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The lie came easily this time, and Chuck delivered it as flawlessly as his nerves would allow. He tapped the scar on his cheek. “Bad accident towards the end of the war. They weren’t sure what to do with me, so when it ended, I was released from duty. Guess you could say I got decommissioned early. But being a clone hasn’t exactly made work easy to come by.” His mind was racing, trying to come up with a lie while simultaneously attempting to process what decommissioning would mean for his brothers. 

Some of them surely survived. What the kriff does that mean for them? 

“Accident, huh? It affect ya too much physically?” Jerrno asked, his eyes still slightly narrowed.

Chuckles forced a dry laugh. “Not exactly winning any beauty pageants, and sometimes have some aches and pains, but I promise you won’t find a harder worker than me.” 

Jerrno surveyed him one final time, eyes raking over the scar on Chuck’s face, how he was standing, his overall manner. His gaze felt like an inspection, and Chuckles straightened to attention out of habit. The Latero huffed a laugh. 

“Alright, I think we can find a place for ya. Opening up a new vein first thing tomorrow. Forewoman’s a Nautolan named Anjii. I’ll let her know you’re comin’.” He popped open a drawer, pulling a badge from it and scanning it with his datapad. “Mine entrance is just through the main gates and on the right. Be there tomorrow morning at 0815. Anj will be waiting for the crew, and you’ll get up to speed on the job. We’re expanding in a hurry to meet Imperial quotas, so it’ll be trial by fire. Got a name?” 

“Chuck. Chuck Ayyshu.” 

The Latero punched a few buttons on his datapad, his brow furrowing. “Chain code says Chuckles.” 

“I’d prefer to go by Chuck if that’s alright with you.” 

“No skin off my ass.”

Chuckles assumed his face would draw enough attention on its own. He didn’t feel the need to also have a name that made him stand out more. 

The Latero handed him back his chaincode, and Chuckles tucked it hurriedly away along with the badge he’d been given. 

“Make sure you pack a lunch and water. And don’t be late.” 

“When do I get paid?” 

Jerrno glared at him as if he’d asked an impertinent question. 

“Got two kids I’m feeding,” Chuckles explained.

The Latero’s expression softened. “I didn’t think clones had kids.” 

Chuckles couldn’t help but giggle at that. “I’m sure there’s plenty of kids out there that have my genetics. But these two are adopted. They lost their families in the war, and I lost mine when I left the GAR. So, we found each other.” 

Jerrno nodded. “A fairly common story nowadays,” he said quietly. “How old?”

“Ten and five.”

The Latero’s mouth crinkled into a smile. “I give ya your credits every two weeks. If ya can hold out to the end of this week, I’ll see if I can get ya a bit of an advance. To help ya get settled.” He extended a hand. “Name’s Jerrno by the way. Jerrno Kern.” 

Chuck clasped his hand in, giving it a firm squeeze. “I take it you’re one of the Kern brothers then?” he asked, jerking his head at the logo on the back wall with the Latero’s surname emblazoned in bright orange lettering. 

Jerrno nodded. “Yep. Me and Teef are makin’ a go of it here. Seems promisin’.” He gestured out the door towards the street. “There’s a school on the main drag for your kiddos. The second largest building here. Got a little red sign and some flowers out front. Not a fancy education by any means, but the teachers there care about the kids. Even have a few getting ready to apply to university in a few months.” 

Chuckles smiled. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to look into it. My oldest certainly would like that.” His chest tightened as the words fell from his lips. 

My oldest. Arni is my oldest kid. 

It came so naturally, but his eyes were suddenly a bit misty at the realization. 

“And your youngest?”

Chuckles giggled. “I’m sure she’ll hate it, but she’ll go. Might take some bribing with her favorite snack. But the older one keeps those well-stocked, so shouldn’t be too much of an issue.” 

Jerrno nodded. As he finished punching information into Chuckles’s newly-created employment file on his datapad, the clone noted a holo on the far desk he’d originally been sitting at. It was an old image, but it showed a much younger version of the Latero that sat before him, a female Latero he assumed was his partner, and two squealing younglings, their heads tipped back in uproarious laughter. The image seemed at least a decade old, and he wondered what had become of the children. There was a certain grief in Jerrno’s eyes that made him think the story didn’t have a happy ending. 

“School starts at 0800. I’d drop the kids off on your way to the job tomorrow.” 

“Got it. They need to bring anything?” 

“The teachers have managed to keep a small stockpile. They should be set unless there’s a shortage.” 

“If that’s the case, is there a store I can shop at?”

“The only store is Grinz’s place. He has a pretty good selection normally. Should be able to find what ya need there. But if ya ever can’t, talk to Grinz. He’s got a few good connections that are able to get just about anything ya might think of.” He paused. “But if it’s ever an emergency. Medicine or the like, ya come to me. I can get anything expedited.” 

“That’s kind of you.” 

The Latero huffed a laugh. “We take care of our own out here, Chuck. We have to. That’s the only way this all works.” He pushed himself to his feet, the stool he was perched on making a loud scraping noise as it skidded out from under him. “Don’t be late tomorrow,” he repeated. 

“Thanks. I won’t.” 

—

“Why can’t we just stay on the ship?” 

While he’d anticipated perhaps some resistance to the idea of school from Nita, Chuckles could honestly say that the fight she was putting up was far more than what he’d expected. She’d appeared to be somewhat receptive to the idea the night before when he’d brought it up over dinner. But now, she appeared to be completely changing her tune when confronted with actually having to go.

“Honey, we’ve been over this. School is a good thing. Right Arni?”

The young Twi’lek shrugged, their nose already buried in their sketchbook. When they looked up, Chuckles gave them a pleading expression, hoping they’d provide some sort of support.

“Sure. It’s great if you like to learn,” they mumbled. 

Not what I was hoping for, but sure. 

The little Pantoran was still digging her heels into the dust with every step, making the short walk to the schoolhouse take an eternity. Chuckles was already beginning to feel the margin of time ticking away that he’d allotted himself to get the kids settled into their classes before dashing off to his first shift. 

I promised I wouldn’t be late. I have to believe kriffing up before I even get started won’t give the best first impression. 

He attempted to lengthen his strides, but Nita tugged firmly, and he almost tripped over her, stumbling and biting his lip hard to keep himself from swearing in frustration. Mercifully, the building that served as the schoolhouse was within view, and he finally readjusted the small pack of food and water on his back and scooped Nita up, tossing her over his shoulder. Her protests grew louder, drawing some additional attention from the townsfolk that were beginning to emerge from their dwellings for the day. Chuckles gave them a tight smile and sheepish wave as Nita thrashed in his grip. 

“I DON’T WANNA GO.” 

She’s never done this before. WHAT is HAPPENING?

“She seems upset,” Arni mumbled.  

“Yes, thank you for that very astute observation, kid,” Chuckles muttered, finally setting Nita on her feet when they were within a few steps of the school’s front door. He could hear children squealing and laughing inside, and some round faces were pressed against the windows, their attention drawn either by Nita’s shouts or just the fact that there was someone new and exciting outside.��

Reaching down, he patted Nita’s head in between the buns that Arni had carefully styled that morning. “Honey, you’re gonna have a great time. I know not everyone can get as excited about school as Arni, but I still think this is gonna be good for you.” 

The little Pantoran was completely unswayed, her large golden eyes brimming with tears as she realized she wouldn’t be convincing her adopted parent to let her stay home. “Chuckles,” she whimpered. “Please don’t leave us.” 

He squatted down, holding out his palms towards her. “I’m never leaving you, honey. It’s just temporary. I gotta go to work, but I’ll be back to pick you up before you know it.” She took his hands, and he pulled her closer, speaking quietly enough so only she could hear. “This is just something we need to do in order to blend in here. School is supposed to be fun! Plus, don’t you want to learn some new stuff? Hang out with other kids?”

Nita’s golden eyes were still shining with tears, and she buried her face in his shoulder, muffling her voice as she whispered to him. “All of the other kids I used to hang out with are dead.” Arni stiffened next to her. 

Chuck’s heart stuttered in his chest as the realization sunk in. He pulled Nita into his arms, wrapping her in a tight hug. 

“Oh honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t put it together.” 

“It’s not your fault,” she said quietly, some of her tears finally breaking loose. “I’m just scared.” 

“We’re about to start this morning’s lesson!” a voice called from the door. “Will your children be joining us today?” 

Chuckles peered around Nita’s shoulder, meeting the golden eyes of the tall, blue-skinned woman standing in the doorway. She was watching the three of them patiently, some of her dark hair blowing in front of her face in the early morning breeze. Chuckles gave her a helpless smile, and she nodded, seemingly understanding his current predicament.  

“I promise that won’t happen here. You won’t lose your friends again like that. You know that, right?”

Nita nodded into his shoulder. He knew that was little consolation. He’d held similar fears during his entire career, fears that his ship would come apart around him again, fears that he’d lose his entire squadron again. He’d known then he was playing a statistics game, and even though he thought Nita’s likelihood of living through a second once-in-a-millenium genocide that included children was almost zero, he knew that wouldn’t do anything to dissipate the fear she was feeling. His eyes drifted back to the teacher, who was still waiting patiently in the door for her new pupils. 

“Look, your teacher is just like you, honey,” Chuckles tried, nodding at the woman.

“Actually, she’s a Wroonian, not a Pantoran,” Arni corrected. Chuckles glared at them. They shrugged. “They’re different.” Turning, they called over their shoulder to the teacher. “Just a minute. My sister’s a little nervous.”

A sudden thought struck Chuckles. “Arni, are you alright doing this?” he asked, suddenly fearful he’d missed a cue from them too, something that would indicate they shared Nita’s fear. But they nodded, their lekku jiggling with the motion. 

“I’m fine. I want to go to school. But I’m worried about her.” 

The Wroonian woman approached them, squatting down next to Chuckles in front of Nita. “Hello, dear girl. What’s your name?” 

The little Pantoran examined the woman in front of her, her large golden eyes raking over the newcomer from head to toe. A gentle waft of the woman’s perfume filled Chuckles’s nose, inundating him with the smell of vanilla and cinnamon, but he resisted the urge to look over at his new compatriot, instead focusing on Nita and her reaction. 

The wrinkle between Nita’s eyebrows appeared to soften as she observed the teacher for a few more moments before she finally replied, “Nita. My name is Nita Ayyshu.”

The woman smiled at her gently, extending a hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Nita. I’m Endoline, but you can call me Teacher Endi. Does that sound alright?” 

Nita nodded, slowly taking the teacher’s hand. Chuckles saw Endi squeeze it lightly in greeting before turning to Arni. “And who might you be?”

“Arni,” they replied with a shy smile. 

“Excellent. Well, would you both care to come and join us? Today, we’re focusing on mathematics in the morning with sciences in the afternoon. Do you like either of those things?” 

“I like both of them,” Arni replied eagerly, their large brown eyes lighting up in a way Chuckles hadn’t seen from them before. 

Endi turned to Nita, clearly hoping to elicit a similar response. Chuckles was internally churning, praying to whatever deity was listening that she’d take another step closer. 

“I don’t know about math, but I suppose I like science,” the little Pantoran conceded. “I like the flowers that Arni draws and the notes they make about them.” 

Endi’s smile widened as she clapped her hands excitedly. “Well the two of you couldn’t have picked a better day to join us then. This afternoon, we’re walking out towards the rock formations to see what sort of native flowers are out there and document their life cycles. Does that sound fun?”

Arni appeared to understand that their enthusiasm was noted by default. The three of them all seemed to be holding their breath as Nita mulled it over. 

Finally, she smiled slightly, wiping at her eyes. “That does sound fun.” 

“Very good,” Endi said gently, pushing herself back to a standing position. “Would you like to come and meet the other students? They’re always excited to make new friends.” She reached out both hands towards them. The two children looked up at Chuckles, who gave them an encouraging nod. 

“Go with Teacher Endi. I’ll be back to pick you both up at the end of the day. Ok?”

“Pinky swear?” Nita asked. 

Chuckles huffed a laugh, extending both pinkies. “Pinky swear.” 

Both younglings locked their little fingers with his as Endi stood by patiently. Once their oath had been sealed, they both took her outstretched hands, and she began leading them towards the door. Chuckles stood, trying not to bounce nervously as his two children disappeared inside the school.

Never trusted them with anyone besides Oksann and Ry. And I knew them pretty well before I ever let this happen. I just met this woman. 

He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. 

And it’s going to have to be alright. 

Just before closing it, Endi cast one more look over her shoulder, giving him a soft smile. It was then that he noticed how strikingly beautiful she was, her golden eyes twinkling at him in the early morning sun as she tucked a dark curl back into place behind her ear. 

Dark curls. Just like… 

“I assume you’ll be at the mine if there are any pressing issues?” she asked. 

Chuckles dug his fingernails into the meat of his palm, chasing away the memory of someone he’d long kept buried. “Yep. I shouldn’t be too late picking them up.” 

An indignant shriek ripped through the air, and Endi’s head whipped around as her brow furrowed into an authoritative stare that even made Chuckles’s insides ripple. He couldn’t tell who she was looking at, but he certainly didn’t envy the kid. 

“Dez, what have we discussed about pulling Ooni’s montrals?” she asked firmly. A sheepish response that Chuckles couldn’t make out came from somewhere behind the windows. “Thank you for apologizing,” Endi replied. “Now let’s all take our seats.” She turned back towards the door, giving Chuckles another warm smile. 

He mouthed good luck at her. 

Her smile widened and she winked before she shut the door the rest of the way, and Chuckles couldn’t ignore the way his heart fluttered this time. 

Well. That’s new. 

His feet carried him towards the mine as he tried not to think too hard about the heat in his cheeks. Or the other individual with dark curls and sharp eyes. 

—

Whatever Chuckles had imagined Anjii might be like, he’d never have gotten close to reality. The Nautolan was about as rough and tumble as anyone he’d ever met. She swore more than even his most vulgar brothers, was covered in tattoos, and took no shit from anyone. He hadn’t met many Nautolans in his lifetime, having only bumped into Master Kit Fisto once or twice in between briefings during the war, but whatever impression Fisto had given him of Nautolans, Anjii quickly dispelled. 

0814. Cutting it close, he thought as he’d sprinted into the shaft, scanning his badge and almost tripping on his way through the entry point in his haste. As he hurriedly clipped his badge to his belt, he ran into something solid that knocked the wind out of him with a loud oof. He stumbled backwards, clutching his chest and wheezing as the obstruction in his path whipped around and stared at him with piercing black eyes. 

“You the new blood then?” the Nautolan asked, hardly seeming phased by the collision. 

“Yep. You Anjii?”

“You see any other water dwellers lining up to work on this dried up husk of a rock?” she grunted, glancing down at her datapad. “Go by Anj though. And you go by… Chuckles?”

“I prefer Chuck,” he muttered, mentally making a note to find out if Jerrno had given his real name as some sort of hazing exercise. 

“I would too with a name like that,” Anj cackled. “Doesn’t exactly make you sound like a serious person.” She circled him slowly, eying him up and down. “Clone then, eh? The name makes more sense, I suppose. But why not something cooler like ‘Zap’ or ‘Comet’?” 

Chuckles shrugged. “It’s a family name.” 

If Anj got the joke, she didn’t let on, only responding with a muted “hmph.” As she circled him, he felt his shoulders immediately draw up and back, his spine straightening to attention out of reflex. 

“At ease, soldier,” she guffawed. “We’re not like that here. I’m just sizing you up since you didn’t have a position listed.” 

“And?” he prodded. 

She stopped in front of him under one of the dim tunnel lights, and he finally got a good look at her. She was at least half a meter shorter than him, but he sensed that didn’t bother her. Her skin was a dark grey, and every visible piece of it that wasn’t dappled with light scarring was covered with ink, although he couldn’t discern any of the symbols from this distance. Several of her tendrils had woven bands wrapped around them, and each tendril shifted from grey to a bright green at the tips. He also noted one or two of her tendrils were missing, cut off at various lengths like a bad haircut and scarred at the ends. She didn’t appear concerned with his appraisal of her as she tapped a long finger against her lips. 

“We’ll put you in the clearing crew to start. I assume Jerrno told you we’re blasting into a new vein today.”

“He did.” 

“Good. Deploying droids is a pain if we’re not certain about a vein, especially since we don’t have enough in the fleet yet. So we’ll be clearing manually until we’re sure about the new prospect. Then we’ll redirect a few of them down there to help.”

“Jerrno and Teef planning on upping their droid fleet?” he asked. “Figure if they’re serious about expansion, might want to do that rather than relying on manual labor.” 

Anj scoffed. “Course they are. But you need to make money in order to do that. I don’t know how long you’ve been out of the tube, but in case you can’t tell, this is a fairly new setup.” 

Chuckles huffed in exasperation, trying to keep his temper in check at the reference to his creation. “I suppose it was too much to hope for to not have what I am get talked about, but if it’s alright with you, maybe we keep the tube jokes to a minimum.” 

“A sense of humor is necessary for the job,” Anj replied with a shrug. 

“Yeah, well when you’ve had the term ‘tube-bred freak’ screamed at you enough times by the people you’re supposed to be protecting, it somehow loses its charm,” he muttered through clenched teeth. 

Something shifted in Anj’s expression. She rocked her weight to one foot. “Fair enough. I didn’t know that’s how it was. I apologize. Won’t happen again.” 

“Sorry to be a buzzkill,” Chuckles mumbled. He wasn’t used to being apologized to, and as a result, wasn’t sure how to react. He felt his knuckles creak as he released the fists he didn’t even realize he’d clenched. 

Anj huffed a laugh, stepping forward and slapping him on the shoulder. He’d assumed she was strong, but her grip was still surprisingly firm. “Another thing you need to survive down there is a good sense of trust. I don’t know how many mines you’ve been in, but it’s dangerous work. We watch each other’s backs and make sure everyone goes home at the end of the day. You spend enough time down here with the same people day in and day out, you become a bit like family. And that means we don’t make each other feel shitty or othered. Unless they’re an asshole and deserve it. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a lopsided grin. 

“None of that shit, now. Not when I was just starting to like you.” She stepped past him, heading towards a set of lockers. “Now, let’s get you fitted for some gear and get down there. If you survive the first week, we’ll work on getting you some personal stuff more fitted to you.” She popped open a locker, and a pile of helmets spilled out with a clatter. “See if one of those will fit your dome.” 

Chuck squatted down, picking through the battered plastoid helmets. “Not everyone lasts the first week?’��

Anj barked out a laugh as she popped open a different locker that appeared to be her personal one. It was more well-organized, and she pulled out a bright green helmet that matched the tips of her tendrils. “Most don’t make it three days before they pack up and bug out. Jerrno’s assured me you’re made of sturdier stuff. We’ll see how you fare.” 

—

Anj hadn’t over exaggerated, not by a long shot. By the end of the day, standing felt like an overwhelming physical endeavour, and Chuckles leaned heavily against the interior of the lift as it carried them out of the mine’s depths. It had been slow going, but they’d managed to successfully open the vein, finding more doonium than they’d anticipated. When the dust from their blasting had finally cleared enough to see again, they’d cheered when they caught sight of the glittering metallic streaks in the walls around them. Even Chuckles had giggled like a maniac, his breathing filter making his laughter sound like mechanical hiccups. 

Now, every muscle in his body was screaming with exhaustion. When the hissing of the lift’s purge system finally ceased, the crew around him all removed their breathing gear and helmets. Chuckles followed suit, running his fingers through his sweat-soaked mohawk. His hands were blistered under his gloves, and every exposed bit of skin was covered in a thick layer of grime. As he hooked his breathing mask to his belt, he inhaled the sharp, fresh air, nearly choking on how cool it was compared to the filtered warm air he’d been breathing all day. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hadn’t packed enough food or water for himself, something Anj had teased him about before offering him half of a protein bar she’d stuffed in her pocket. 

“The new ones always underpack on their first day. You’ll figure it out. Or you’ll quit,” she’d joked.

With heavy eyes, he observed the rest of his crew that were jammed into the lift with him. There were two other human men in the crew whose names he’d already forgotten. They’d eyed him warily when Anj introduced him, and for the most part, they’d kept their distance throughout the day, which was just fine with Chuckles. There was a tall Nikto that had identified himself as Lu, who also appeared to be Anj’s second in command. He was quiet with fiercely observant eyes and always seemed to be at Chuckles’s elbow any time he had a question, answering quickly and firmly before moving off down the line to help somewhere else. It was a bit unnerving, but Chuckles’s appreciation outweighed the nerves. The technical specialist was a young Rodian that had enthusiastically introduced herself as Helly before talking Chuckles’s ear off about the type of droids they’d need and how she calibrated them to precisely mine the doonium, ensuring that there was minimal environmental contamination from the surrounding rock which made purification efforts down the line less difficult. He was positive he couldn’t regurgitate any of the information she’d shared back at her with any sort of accuracy, but she honestly just seemed excited to have anyone listen to her for more than five minutes. She reminded him a bit of Arni. 

“You alright back there, rookie?” Anj called over her shoulder as she undid the wrap that was holding her tendrils in place under her helmet, shaking them loose. 

“Yeah,” Chuck managed to reply. “Easiest first day I could have asked for.”

Anj chuckled at that, and even Lu huffed a laugh. “Then we didn’t work you hard enough,” the Nautolan replied. 

“Make sure you take it easy tonight and consume plenty of water and electrolytes,” Helly chattered at him rapidly, offering him a flask of water. “It’ll help your muscles heal, and-”

“Hells, don’t overwhelm the guy just yet. We want him to come back tomorrow, remember?” Anj teased. “He’s been kind enough to endure your dumping all day. Let him have a moment of peace.” 

Helly seemed unbothered, but Chuckles still felt a twinge of guilt. “Thanks,” he rasped, returning the flask after taking a massive swig. “I’ll be sure to put down a few more liters before bed.”

Helly nodded silently, but her eyes sparkled. He wasn’t sure how she still had so much energy. 

Maybe I’ll get there eventually. 

Several minutes later, the lift doors slid open and Chuckles shuffled out along with the rest of the crew to the lockers, where he replaced the items Anj had outfitted him with at the beginning of the day. The helmet had been a little small, and he made a mental note to try and size up the following morning. 

Anj squatted down next to him, removing the air monitor she kept strapped to her ankle. She leaned over, speaking quietly to him. “I’d recommend at least two canteens of water tomorrow and plenty of protein bars. Dried fruit is good too for the sugar. Nothing greasy or you’ll be looking at your lunch again before the day is out. Got it?”

“Got it,” he mumbled. “It always like this?”

“What, sore to the point where you think you’re gonna die and ready to collapse on the first flat surface you see?” She laughed quietly. “Yeah. Seems about right.” She clapped him on the shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Chuck.” 

He managed to get his gear put away into the correct lockers before limping through the checkpoint. His legs seemed to get a little less sore as he walked, but he could feel the blisters on the bottom of his feet promising retribution at a later time. He rolled his shoulders and was greeted with the burn of muscle soreness. 

I think even my eyebrows are sore. Not sure how that happens. But Maker, everything hurts. 

His feet somehow carried him back to the schoolhouse’s front door, where he found a handful of children filtering out slowly. When he poked his head inside, he saw Arni sitting at a desk furiously drawing in their sketchbook, their tongue poking out of one side of their mouth. Nita was perched on a bench in the back of the room, weaving flowers into a chain with Endi. At the sound of his boots thudding on the hardwood flooring, Endi’s eyes snapped up, her warm smile lighting up her face again when their eyes met. Chuckles was suddenly very aware of how filthy and unkempt he looked. He ran his fingers through his mohawk again, trying to muss it into something presentable. 

Endi leaned down, saying something softly to Nita, whose head whipped around. Her eyes lit up when she saw Chuckles, and he almost melted with relief as she launched herself off the bench with a chain of flowers clutched in her hand and raced towards him. 

“CHUCKLES!” 

Despite his knees screaming at him in protest, Chuckles managed to squat down to the little Pantoran’s level as she eagerly danced in front of him.

“Teacher Endi helped me make this crown with the flowers we found today. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Fit for a princess,” he agreed, taking the delicate blossoms she held out to him. He grinned at her before leaning forward and putting the crown on her head, nestling it around her buns. “See? Perfect.” 

Nita giggled, bouncing on her feet. 

“What about you, kid? You have a good day?” Chuckles asked, glancing at Arni. 

They nodded quietly, but an irrepressible grin was spreading across their face. 

“Good stuff.”

“Do you have a moment?” Endi asked, coming to stand next to him. 

“Uh… yeah sure,” Chuck replied. “Nita, Arni, why don’t you two go wait outside while I speak with Teacher Endi?” 

The two younglings nodded before sprinting out the door, laughing loudly. 

Chuckles watched them go before trying to push himself to a standing position. He grunted as one leg cramped up, and he would have toppled over if Endi’s hands hadn’t caught his arm, helping him lean against one of the small desks. 

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“It’s quite alright. You look like every other miner that’s just survived their first shift with Anjii.” 

“That bad, huh?” he joked, sitting heavily on the top of the desk. 

A silence hung between them for a moment before Chuckles cleared his throat. “So, everything alright with the kids? Did Nita settle in?” 

“She did,” Endi assured him. “And everything’s fine. I just like to meet with new parents to see if there’s anything I should know about their children. And…” she paused, searching for words. “I can tell by your family dynamic that it’s likely there’s a good amount I should know.” 

“Because I’m a clone?” he asked, bristling slightly. 

“Because you’re all different species, because they call you by your first name, and yes, because you’re a clone. It’s not for the reasons you think. I just know that you can’t have been a parent long yourself. You were a soldier, bred for fighting.”

“I can take care of my kids.”

She sighed, raising her hands in surrender. “I’m not saying you can’t. That you haven’t. They obviously love you, and I can see how much you care for them. All I’m saying is that it must have been a large adjustment. I can only assume that they’re orphans, and judging by Nita’s reaction this morning, they haven’t been separated from you very much. I just… I just want to see if there’s anything I can do to make this transition easier for them. And for you.” 

Chuckles nodded, some of his defensiveness melting away. “You’re right,” he conceded. “They lost their families at the end of the war. I was discharged early due to injury.” 

Mostly true. If I hadn’t of hit my head hard enough, I’d have been another cog in the Imperial machine. 

“We’d tried to make a home on a different world, but it’s been hard to find work because of what I am.” 

“But now that the decommissioning’s happening, you’ve had a little more luck?”

“Yeah. People don’t think I’m a deserter,” he joked. 

She laughed softly. “Well, I think what you’re doing for them is something special. I’d argue that you’ve done enough with your service during the war, but taking on two orphaned younglings is something else entirely.”

“It hasn’t been easy,” he agreed. “But never because of them. The two of them just fit with me immediately. There were growing pains of course. Still are at times. But… but I can’t think of them as anything other than my kin at this point. Weird as that may sound. They’re my kids. And I want them to be happy. And I want to give them a sense of normalcy. I think them going to school here will be good. Arni loves to learn.”

“They are a very special student,” Endi agreed. “Their journal is impressive. The way they document everything in such detail and then can recall it later. It’s astounding, frankly. They’re quite advanced for their age.” 

“And Nita is a bit of a firecracker.” 

“That she is,” Endi giggled. “She was shy at first, but I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t unionize the entire class come the winter. I may be facing a mutiny.” 

Chuckles tipped his head back and laughed loudly at that. “Well, be sure to comm me when that happens. I’ll stand with you against her uprising.” Leaning forward, he whispered conspiratorially. “I’m not saying bribery should be your first tactic, but a bag of fried crispy snacks will get you a long way.” 

“Noted. You’ll be my first consult should such an uprising occur.” Her eyes were sparkling, and there was a purple blush in her cheeks. She had darker blue freckles, Chuckles noticed. They dotted over her cheeks and nose, and one or two larger ones were visible on her neck. She cleared her throat, and his eyes snapped back to meet hers. The purple hue in her cheeks had deepened, and suddenly, his face felt like it was on fire. 

Way to leer at the teacher on the first day. Good job, you kriffing nerfherder. 

He pushed himself to his feet hurriedly. 

“Well, I suppose we should get going. I appreciate you helping them along on their first day.”

“Of course,” she replied, standing quickly as well. “There is one other thing.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, Nita did tear a hole in the knee of her leggings today while climbing on a rock. She skinned her knee slightly, but a little bacta should do the trick. We bandaged it the best we could here.” She stepped forward hesitantly, and it was then that he noticed a piece of flimsi in her hands. She held it out to him. “I know new clothes are expensive, and seeing as you’re just getting settled, I imagine credits may be a little tight. If you want, I know how to mend clothing. I’d be more than happy to patch up her knee.” She tapped the flimsi. “This is my comm frequency if… if you’d like that.” 

Chuckles was fairly certain his face was going to melt off of his skull. His stomach was churning and a tingle ran up his spine. When he looked from the scrap of flimsi to Endi, her cheeks were somehow even more purple, and he imagined his entire face had to be glowing with how hot it felt. 

“Th-thanks,” he stuttered. “I just might.” 

“Alright then.” 

They stood awkwardly for another moment before Chuckles carefully folded the flimsi and stuck it into his pocket. “See you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.” 

“Good.” It felt like a silly thing, but his brain felt completely scrambled, and it was the best response he could come up with before he turned sharply on his heel and stepped outside. 

That was not how I expected this day to end. 

Nita was twirling in circles, kicking up dust as her hair ribbons fluttered around her face. The flower crown was still firmly perched on her head. When she caught sight of Chuckles, she raced towards him. Arni was sitting on the steps, still sketching. 

“The princess of the Starlight would like a piggyback ride home,” Nita stated, her spine erect as she attempted to address him as regally as she could. 

“Nita, he’s sore. I don’t think-” Arni started, but Chuckles put a hand on their shoulder. 

“I can do it. If you carry this,” he said, handing off his lunch satchel. Arni took it, looking on nervously as Chuckles sat down on the steps, patting his shoulders. 

“Your chariot awaits, my lady.” 

Nita squealed with delight, racing up the steps and wrapping her arms around Chuck’s neck. He tucked his arms under her knees and stood, teetering for a second before regaining his balance. Arni looked on with concern, but Chuckles tossed them a reassuring wink. 

It was a good day. I may not be able to walk tomorrow, and they might not like school as much, but I’m counting today as a victory. 

“Faster, Chuckles!” Nita demanded. 

Huffing a laugh, Chuckles whinnied like a fathier as he broke into a gallop, the blisters on his feet forgotten. Nita shrieked with laughter, and Arni jogged patiently next to them. When Chuck looked over, they were laughing too, their deep guffaw that they seemed to reserve for only their most joyous moments. For the first time since they left Sorgan, it felt as though Chuck’s heart might burst out of his chest with happiness. 

We can make a home here. We can make it ours.

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[kalluzeb4later]

Writing Kalluzeb Every Day for a Year - Day 5

Idea: (Kallus learns a technique to 'make cats go away' and uses it later when he's drunk and not thinking clearly)

"Shoo! Go away."

The tooka looked back at Kallus with an almost bored expression before closing its eyes and resuming its dozing.

Kallus was left not entirely sure what to do.

A small laugh made itself known before one of his coworkers came over. "Wanna know how to get rid of a cat?"

Kallus raised an expectant eyebrow.

His coworker grinned. "Show it affection."

The coworker then went over to the took cat and proceeded to absolutely shower it with ridiculous affections. Scritches, baby talk, and rubbing their face on it; the works.

Kallus hadn't seen a tooka try to get away so fast. It quickly hopped off his desk and scurried its way tot he door.

His coworker laughed, "they hate it. They won't be back for a bit."

As his coworker walked away cackling Kallus could see the tooka's point.

-

It was later that same night that there was a quite the party going on on base and in the spirit of trying to be more friendly with his now fellow rebels, Kallus had agreed to have drinks. Normally he would have sipped more slowly and stayed alert for signs of any imperial prejudice towards him but he had somehow gotten a hold of an unfamiliar alcohol whats' content he didn't know how to handle.

Which is how he found himself weaving unsteadily through a crowd before he heard someone call out for him, "Hey Kal! Get your cat friend to shove off, huh?!"

He turned to see what cat friend he could possibly... oh, Zeb!

If you asked Kallus about any of what proceeded next he would NOT be able to tell you.

The drunk logic was as followed: Someone needs help making a cat go away. Zeb looks like a big purple cat. Zeb is currently sat on someone using his large size to crush them (probably in retaliation for something, who knows). He just learned how to make a cat go away.

Proceed with "make-cat-go-away-protocol".

Kallus walked right up to Zeb, grabbed his head and proceeded to scratch Zeb's ears and neck and make weird affectionate noises, all while rubbing his face all over him.

He pulled back to let Zeb go and run off like the tooka before had. Zeb didn't move.

Someone in the crowed proceeded to cackle hysterically. A familiar cackle. "Dank ferrick, I thought y'all said the ISB had no sense of humor. Kallus, what the fuck!?" The laughed proceeded and the crowd started joining in. "Look at Zeb's face!"

"Yeah, take that!"

"Shit, I'd leave too."

Kallus swayed back a little. Not sure what to do now. The technique didn't work.

"Kal, are you drunk?" Zeb asked standing up to steady him.

Ha! He got Zeb to move.

Things went black after that.

(This is a proved technique to make a cat go away. I use it ALL the time. It helps to add puppy sniff right in their ears too. XD)

[masterjedilenawrites]

I have a question, what pets would our Clone Bois and The Bad Batch have? In a universe where they can actually keep their most desired pet(s)

Not me over here playing fairy godmother and giving the clones their own animal sidekicks like the Disney princesses they are... 🐾

Wrecker and Fives are dog lovers through and through. Whether it's a classic Earthly canine, or something more in-universe like a Corellian Hound or Vulptex, they are most content with this type of pet. Loyal, energetic, sweet... a true companion for them in everything they do. Wrecker would have a Newfoundland/miniature bear, and Fives would at least have a Golden Retriever if not a whole pack of various doggies.

Crosshair and Wolffe are cat people. Their calm and independent dispositions make cats more suitable pets for them. They'll enjoy watching their cats grow from curious kittens to sassy adults. And though they may not admit it to anyone, they love all the snuggles. Their cats are very much their children. Crosshair would have a sleek but sweet black cat, and Wolffe would have something spunkier like a Tooka or Bengal.

Tech and Kix actually don't care much for animals, they seem messy and too much added responsibility. But they wouldn't mind having a smaller creature. Something that could stay content in its enclosure when they're away, and not take up much space when they're home, perching on their shoulder or curling into a cute little ball on their lap. Tech would have a delightfully tiny mouse, and Kix a fuzzy hamster.

Hunter and Cody want a larger animal that they can ride, like Banthas and Tauntauns. Their pets are a way for them to disconnect from the stressful, industrial parts of the galaxy. Helping them get back in touch with nature, going on meandering journeys and having fun adventures together. Hunter would have a quick and brave Fathier, and Cody would have a steady and faithful horse like the cowboy he is.

Hardcase and Blackout are drawn to fierce, scary animals, beasts that really should not be pets but they try to find a way to connect to one anyway. They just like the idea of loving the otherwise unlovable. If possible, both would jump on the opportunity to bond with a young Rancor. Otherwise, Hardcase would have a well-trained Massiff, and Blackout would "have" a Nexu... at least, from a distance.

Neyo and Dogma love fish and water creatures. Aquariums are an endless source of entertainment to them, just watching all sorts of odd-looking things float around. And they're not the touchy-feely type, so it doesn't matter if they can't pet their pets or anything. Neyo would have a lot of fish tanks with various creatures, his favorite being the rugged dwarf octopus. Dogma's favorite is his plump, pretty goldfish.

Keeli and Tup dream of the day they get to settle down on a little plot of land and keep some farm animals. We're talking goats, pigs, chickens, sheep... Nothing super high maintenance, but going through the motions of mucking out pins, milking or sheering, corralling the flock, sounds so relaxing and rewarding to them. Keeli's favorite would be a feisty orange chicken, and Tup's is an old and portly pig.

Jesse and Gregor are into snakes and reptiles. They're edgy and cool without being too dangerous. Obviously there's different care and boundaries involved than with other kinds of pets, but they don't mind. They actually enjoy learning about exotic species and doing whatever is needed to create a comfortable environment for them. Jesse would have a large Ball Python, and Gregor would have a tank full of rare and colorful frogs.

Howzer and Rex are only interested in one animal and one animal only: Varactyls. They find them beautiful, majestic, funky, and fascinating. They'll really enjoy entering races with them, training and practicing and becoming so in-tune with one another. But even outside of competitions, they take great, tender care of their friend. Howzer would have a shimmering purple and peach Varactyl, and Rex would have one with brilliant blue feathers.

Fox and Echo really, really like birds. They totally become the old men who spend their weekends tucked away in some secluded park with a pair of binoculars and a bird guide. They don't necessarily want to bring birds into their homes, though. They don't want to clip their wings, so to speak. But Fox would enjoy a talkative parrot, and Echo ends up being adopted by a couple of Porgs.

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[pentacass]

For the ask oc thing; lana and vestra? Whichever you feel more comfortable doing : )

well hey there nonny. did u see my warning >:3c thanks for this ask!!!

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Lana: acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time Ves: acts of service, gift giving, physical touch

They have ‘acts of service’ in common and it causes a lot of friction between them. They have their own ideas of what’s the best thing to do for the other, and are adamant about it despite protests from their partner.

🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general?

Lana: “It’s my birthday. Let’s have a meal together? :)”

Lana tends to forget her birthday sometimes, but treats it as an opportunity to spend time with those close to her.

Ves: “What the fuck are you talking about I was never born shut up”

Ves tried to avoid her birthday. Tried. Her crew figured out the date Ves gave them was a phony (it’s the day she was thrown into the Sith academy). Lana revealed her actual birthday and the crew finally celebrated it on the correct damn day.

Andronikos nearly got his face smacked when he mentioned Ves had tears in her eyes.

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself?

Neither have! But I like to think Ves gets either red or purple streaks in her hair after leaving the Empire for good.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

They’re both eloquent, but Ves is better suited to giving inspiring speeches.

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

Lana: Lana feels like a very straightforward person - if she likes someone, she’ll say it. She’ll flirt, pay more attention, sneak in touches (if appropriate), typical stuff. She makes them a priority, watches out for them. Work takes up most of her time, but she’ll find a way to be there for them.

Ves: She goes into vehement self-denial and plays hot-and-cold with the other. She’ll try to distance herself, then come close when she can’t keep it in, then distance herself again out of regret, on and on. And yeah, she did this with Lana. This is why I call her a clown. She is a fuckin clown!11!!1!!

👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like?

Lana: As close as any other. Her parents were well-off and gave her everything she wanted - with certain limits to instill discipline. They were proud of her when she entered the Sith academy, and she was reluctant to leave them behind. She regretted not keeping in closer contact before they passed in an accident, but life goes on, and so has she.

Ves: Very close. As a child, her world consisted of her parents and the starship they lived in. They traveled the length of the galaxy, and her parents were the only constants in her life. Even when they were enslaved, her parents protected her the best they could. Being forced to kill them left scars on her psyche that she may never fully heal from.

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal?

Lana: She had a tooka cat back home, but never saw it again after she left for the academy. No strong feelings towards any animal.

Ves: Lana in bed Same as Lana, no strong feelings. But if she had the time and patience, she likes the idea of having a tuk’ata as a guard dog.

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

Lana: Wet. Inconvenient. Seen too much of it on Dromund Kaas, too little on Korriban. But whatever, ya know? It’s just the weather.

Ves: Likes it. When she was younger, she had a thing where she’d hide out somewhere in the rain so no one would come looking for her.

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

Lana: Other than writing poetry and studying philosophy regarding the Force, she likes to work out. It helps to work off stress and keeps her in shape.

Ves: Cooking. Eating. Bothering her darling wife. She likes cutting and shaping crystals too - it’s an artisan craft that helps her keep sane.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Lana: Somewhere safe to lie down. She isn’t picky, and is rugged enough to be able to sleep anywhere.

Ves: She doesn’t sleep willingly. She can sleep anywhere too, but it’s necessity trained as a slave. Having creature comforts taken away was a constant.

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

Lana: A nice enough diversion, but she can think of better places to be. Favourite is roller coaster.

Ves: Fun! Anything extreme enough to make her feel like she’ll shit her soul out.

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

Lana: Basic, Sith, Huttese. Pretty typical choice of languages for Imperials. She’s comfortable relying on translators for others.

Ves: Basic, Sith, Huttese, Rakatan, Togruti, Kaleesh. She likes studying languages, and does mental translations constantly in her head as a layer of mental defense.

🍳 - How well can they cook? 🍪 - How well can they bake?

Lana: Her cooking is average. Or ‘functional’, Ves likes to call it - she keeps things basic or follows recipes to the letter, doesn’t get creative with them. She doesn’t bake, but starts to learn some basic stuff from Ves.

Ves: She does both very well. It’s a point of pride for her, and she enjoys feeding her loved ones.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Lana: Ves’ confidence. And when Ves really exerts her power in the Force, the air around her warps and bends, becomes charged - Lana finds it intoxciating. But what gets her most is how soft Ves can be when she’s comfortable with Lana, and lets her guard down.

Ves: Washboard abs and arms that lift her from the ground easily 👀 Lana’s calm, logical manner anchors her, but the fierceness of Lana’s love is what makes her heart leap every single time. Lana is a source of emotional stability and unconditional love she has needed for the longest time.

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

They both prefer dresses, though Ves wears it more often than Lana.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Lana: Acknowledgement of her advice and effort. Be there to catch her when she slips or needs time to rest. Be sincere instead of trying to lie or manipulate her.

Ves: Just be a decent person. Really. Just...show her that you’re more than what she was forced to be, as Sith. Be loyal, be honest, and stay even when she’s being difficult.

☕ - Coffee or tea?

Tea for Lana. Caf for Ves.

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Lana: Fun, even though they make her more aware of shadows for the rest of the night.

Ves: They’re afraid?? Of ghosts? Haha. Hahahahaha. AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

No stuffed animals for either. But Lana once gave Ves a figurine of a tooka cat because it made her think of Ves. It’s on Ves’ nightstand on the ship.

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

They try to impress less often now, safe in a stable and committed relationship. In the beginning, though...

Lana: She doesn’t believe in putting on appearances, but makes an effort to be capable in every way, making sure Ves is covered. Darth Avriss is being cornered politically or stuck in a bad position on the battlefield? Key intel appears in her databanks, reinforcements are coming. On a date? She has studied the area and knows every establishment with good food and entertainment. In bed? Lie down sweetheart and let my mouth do the work.

Ves: She doesn’t exercise her power as Darth to impress. She flaunts her wealth, beauty, and boobs sexuality for superficial impressions, but becomes a lot more sincere with Lana. Starts cooking for her, watching out for her needs, showering her with gifts. Ves has near-infinite resources, so come here, and let her take care of you.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Lana: Steak, the occasional cheesecake, fresh bread with butter.

Ves: Soups (sour and spicy, or creamy), cake, chocolate wafers. (Fun fact!! Those wafers I keep mentioning in fic? Imagine Loacker’s Quadratini wafers.)

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids?

Neither had strong feelings or even plans to have kids, until Ves brings it up (after tons nagging from Khem, of all people). They’re unsure at first, but grow more comfortable with the idea over time. Start planning and finally have two kids they love more than anything.

🐾 - Do they have any pets?

Nope. They don’t have the time to keep any pets. They may get one after lots of pleading from their kids though. Who knows? :))

🏳️‍🌈 - What do they identify as? What are their pronouns?

Both are cis women, she/her. Lana’s bi, Ves is lesbian.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

Lana: Sweetheart, my love, honey, baby. Though Ves only uses the last one in private. How flustered she gets depends on how Ves purrs into her ear.

Ves: Darling, my love/dear, brat. Similarly, last one in private, due to obvious reasons lmao. Initially, it stops her brain. Later it just warms her heart in a really good way.

(man i gotta think of more unique pet names lmao)

🌳 - What’s their extended family like?

Their extended family is the SI crew, the core Alliance squad (Aelirra who’s the Commander, Theron, Koth, Senya, Arcann), Vette, Kira.

SI crew is pretty self-explanatory, and Vette joins them eventually (will write this in fic). Alliance squad due to Lana. Kira due to her relationship with Aelirra. All of them are involved with Ves and Lana’s family one way or another, helping to care for their kids, etc. Their son, Aiden, will end up being trained as a Jedi under Aelirra and Kira.

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holy shit u made it to the end i’m sorry thanks for reading

[kyberled]

META POST: BRAIG’S (Padawan) BEDROOM

(AKA I’m just about done with this model and I’m moving on with my life)

OVERVIEW

A small yet comfortable room in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It sits comfortably adjacent - and adjoined - to the room of Master Kenobi*. Braig doesn’t spend much time here, outside of sleeping and the occasional private meditation session - though there are some days he needs a bit of solitude. (He also would like everyone to know that his room isn’t normally ‘this messy’ - his words, not mine.) 

*(This was a headcanon Rodi and I discussed for a while, ages ago. Before the later seasons of Clone Wars (with Barriss’ room), sources went back and forth on whether Padawans had their own rooms, shared a bedroom with their master, had adjoining rooms, etc. We decided that masters’ apartments could have adjoining rooms if we said they did, so Braig’s got a side door that takes him to his dad’s room if he needs anything.)

(Details under the cut)

BED

A comfortable mattress on the floor, covered in a light sheet and a heavier top blanket. Though more blankets are available from the Quartermaster if need be, Braig generally finds himself plenty warm with just two blankets. The inclusion of both plush toys and the old blanket hint at a rough night’s sleep - if he slept at all. 

DESK

(Untextured model included ‘cause the lighting is kinda dark)

(Also, window.)

Braig’s work desk. Positioned under the window to allow for the most natural light. A worn yet comfortable kneeling cushion is positioned in front of the table to allow Braig to work as long as he needs. Given that his sabers, comm, and journal are all here, he’s not far; but the cold tea implies he’s been wherever he is for a while. (He’s probably next door visiting his master. He’ll be back eventually - they do have a lot to talk about.) 

VIEW OVER CORUSCANT

Though he prefers landscapes like one might find on Naboo or Rodia, Braig still enjoys gazing out the window from time to time. The city is bustling and full of life. At night, it looks like a rainbow was shattered into billions of neon lights. 

It’s nice to see some of what he fights so hard to protect. 

INDIVIDUAL ITEMS

CAT PLUSH

An eight-legged plush toy that was gifted to a crechling-age Braig by Master Aihrik. It was old when it was given, and it’s older still now. All the same, it has a comforting weight and softness that serves as a grounding agent when Braig finds his hands shaking a bit too much. 

TOOKA DOLL

A handmade gift from Omega. It’s simple yet soft, and echoes with a warm, genuine earnestness and compassion that’s quite relaxing to take in. It’s even striped with his favourite colour!

BABY BLANKET

A hand-knit woolen blanket made by Master Ti for Braig when he was an infant. He’s kept it all these years, though he usually keeps it neatly folded either at the foot of his bed or in one of his trunks for safe-keeping. Ever since returning from Tassish, he’s kept it out on his bed, instead. 

CHESTS

Simple, sturdy chests that hold Braig’s clothes and some miscellaneous personal items. Toothbrush, sewing kit, maybe a folded note from a certain someone or two, boot polish... That sort of thing. If he needs any replacements or feels like a change in his personal style, he simply pays the Quartermaster a visit. 

TEAPOT 

A simple, well-loved tea pot. When it’s not being used for its intended purpose, it’s one of Braig’s favourite things to use as a flower-pressing weight.

TEACUP

A standard ceramic teacup. When not in use, Braig tends to store it inside the tea pot. Not only does this reduce clutter, it adds weight for squashing down plant life. 

DESK

A strong metal desk with a work mat on the top. The mat is scratched up from use, but both the desk and leather are clean and well-polished. 

LIGHTSABERS

Braig’s lightsabers. Each is fitted with a purple kyber crystal harvested from Ilum. They’ve changed shape many times over the years to fit his evolving style, build, and connection to the Force. They’re recently undergone another change into a much sleeker silhouette. It looks like he’s been fussing with them again. 

What a perfectionist.

SPARE PARTS

Some extra parts for fixing the bio scanner on his lightsaber. Some seem new, while others have little singe marks on them. He must be replacing them. 

COMM UNIT

A standard hand-held comm unit. Braig usually prefers wrist comms, but beggars can’t be choosers. The light’s blinking - someone must be trying to reach him. Let’s hope that he gets back soon - or that it’s not urgent. 

Either works.

JOURNAL

A deeply cherished, leather-bound journal given to Braig by Obi-Wan after the two were officially dubbed Padawan and Master. Braig considers it nigh-sacred, on par with his kyber crystals. Within its pages, you can find class notes, write-ups of his day, games of tic-tac-toe and hangman, sketches of his surroundings and friends, blueprints and notes for his lightsabers, hand-copied passages of datapads he liked, studies of flowers he found interesting, notes and drawings of different forms, and, of course, all sorts of pressed plants. He almost always has it on his person, and if he doesn’t, he knows exactly where it is. Rest assured it’s somewhere safe. 

When he was young, he dreamed of one day digitizing it and adding his own personal records to the Temple Archives. Following the Purge, he hangs on to it instead as the last(?) surviving record of the Jedi Order’s true inner workings - and yes, he does make copies.

CHARCOAL STICKS

Though he mostly draws and writes in pen, Braig’s favourite sketching medium is charcoal. He likes the way it blends. These ones look fairly new - he must have just gotten new ones. 

INK POT

Most of Braig’s pens are cheap and simple, but he does own a nicer fountain pen that requires ink. He might need to get a refill soon. 

ERASER

Even Jedi make mistakes. This one looks new. 

HAIRBRUSH 

A sturdy, well-made hairbrush for grooming thick hair. A few of the bristles are bent out of shape, and there are a few stray hairs caught in them. 

FANCY PEN

The pen that goes hand-in-hand with the ink bottle. This pen is rarely used for doodling, and is more often used for more ‘formal’ write-ups or topics. Though he doesn’t hold it in the same esteem as his journal or his sabers, Braig is still quite careful with it, and doesn’t take this pen on any missions or field trips. He had to save up a while to be able to purchase it. It tends to stay in his room. 

HAIR TIES

A small group of purple hair ties. Braig uses them to tie his hair back after growing it out. It’s only recently gotten long enough to need an elastic, but he likes it. ... He’s less fond of how often they break, due to how thick his hair is. At least one of these was given to him by Naweh after the one he’d been using snapped. 

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Any gen/found family fic recs?

I would like to apologize for taking so long. But, here we are! Uh, I did my best. I'm much more well-versed in other fics so I hope the fics that I rec here are what you wanted!

I had a lot of fics for this (mostly gen) bookmarked, but I'm already very behind on getting this to you, so I chose a few that were recent and a few from the end of the bookmarks. The older ones are at the beginning of the list and the newer ones are at the bottom!

Of cats, naps and Obi-Wan Kenobi by @lowkeyanakin Standing inside of the pet shop with Echo, Jesse and Fives behind him, Rex was at loss. Anakin had told him to spare no expense, giving him access to his personal funds, and instructed him to get something that would stay relatively small. Surprisingly, that did not make his task easier: there were so many animals around him, Rex didn’t know where to look.

In which Obi-Wan gets to take the naps he deserves and everybody loves him. Also, Anakin believes he deserves some nice things, so he takes care of that too.

Enforced Convalescence by @swbumblebee Obi-Wan Kenobi is possibly one of the busiest people in the Galaxy during the Clone Wars, but he is indeed only human. It takes an embarrassing amount of people to convince him of this when he falls ill, as humans occasionally do.

For his part, at the age of 36 Obi-Wan finally learns that illnesses don't actually just go away if you ignore them really hard. But that's not for lack of trying.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din by @neostriatum Reconnaissance missions are never easy. On a far-flung planet in the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan thinks, is not much better. His troops and friends, however, can make his work downright pleasant.

Perpetual Parents & Padawans by @swbumblebee As is the case with all children, Jedi Padawans grow up. And as with all parents, Jedi Masters occasionally find this a rather difficult concept to get to grips with, and no matter how old, Padawan's need their Masters.

These are very short stories, drabbles really, of the times Jedi unwittingly and unconsciously find themselves slipping back into the role of either Parent or Padawan.

Falling Asleep by @iamnotthesidekick Obi-Wan keeps falling asleep on Anakin. Literally.

Farewell There by DestielsDestiny It was a routine mission. In so much as anything was routine since the war began. Which was to say, it was a disaster from the word go.

And that was before the purple squirrel things showed up.

That one where Obi-Wan is so done, but also so BAMF, Mace can’t swim, Ahsoka can’t stop laughing, and Anakin can’t seem to find his way inside.

you'd both be dead without me by askywalkergryff “We can’t seem to find him, nor the rest of your lineage.”

or: Obi-Wan misses a council meeting because he was too busy being the only one with a brain cell

flesh and metal by askywalkergryff Sometimes, in moments like this, Anakin wishes that he still had both of his real hands.

Bedtime Stories by @theagentnerd “Tully the Tooka. It sounds like a baby story.”

“It certainly isn’t,” Obi-Wan said with an affronted wrinkle of his nose. “I enjoyed it when I was your age.”

“Well, maybe you just like baby stories.”

— When Anakin struggles with his reading, Obi-Wan decides to read to him. It becomes more than either of them could have imagined.

Then, a lineage tradition is born.

Family Commitments by @the-last-kenobi Obi-Wan was supposed to be able to leave the gala hours ago, but Chancellor Palpatine refuses to let his token Jedi invitee leave. Anakin and Ahsoka have objections, Dex's has milkshakes, and Obi-Wan is honestly just baffled.

The Moments That Time Remembered by @calltomuster Obi-Wan’s first memory was not his own. Rather, it was a vision steeped in darkness and flashes of red and choking heat and you were my brother and the harsh crash of lightsabers striking one another. He woke up sobbing in the arms of the crèchemaster, Master Kitaddik, who was hushing him and gently stroking the top of his head with her furry hands. Obi-Wan hid his face in the soft folds of her tunic and, still crying, fell back asleep.

The first time Obi-Wan collapsed due to a vision was not long after that.

[Or: in all the various iterations of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life, the Force spoke to him. But in this one, it never stopped.]

[violetjedisylveon]

Pharani Family

Kaesoka Child AU link here.

Zevra is the Tholothian woman on the right, Rinu is the Mirialan woman on the left, the Tholothian/Mirialan hybrid boy in the middle is Zevra's oldest kid, Xan, the hybrid girl Xan is holding is Keriss(the one who looks like she's seeing something suspicious), and the little boy being held by Rinu is Vylo(the one looking at the cat). The Tooka is Aatoo(pronounce it like achoo).

Zevra and Rinu are both 26, Xan is 6, and Keriss and Vylo are twins and two and a half. The kids are Zevra's and not biologically Rinu's, Zevra had the kids with her ex husband, some (also purple) Mirialan dude, he died before the twins were born. Aatoo was a gift from him to Xan btw.

After that Zevra got stuck in an abusive situation, while she was still pregnant, went from partner death to abusive relationship real fast. She got out of the situation but it left some scars on her and Xan, the twins don't remember it.

Zevra and Rinu met during the final year of the clone wars, both worked for their respective planets governments as some form of special agent to keep their planets as out of the war as possible. They hit it off and eventually got married, then Empire, and they, specifically Rinu cause she knows something she shouldn't(that's how she lost her arm) were targeted and had to go into hiding.

They got involved with the rebellion, since they went to Aldaraan as refugees but they're both good at getting information and getting into places without getting caught. When Ahsoka joined the rebellion, they became part of her cell, which primarily deals with information.

They help Ahsoka with her fulcrum stuff when they can and keep the place from falling apart cause the other half of their cell is two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, one has minimal life skills. And while they are also two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, they are functional sapphic in love traumatized goofs that can adult.

So they're basically the parents and in charge when there's no missions. Ahsoka and Kaeden don't mind, both had to grow up too quick and like having parental figures again.

This has been a project that's taken me a long time to complete, from the paper sketch to this has taken almost a year.

It's mostly taken this long because it was largely a project I had on the back burner since more fun/interesting/less complicated projects or ideas came up and I did those first, I've worked on this in patches and it would just just sitting around in various phases cause it is a big project, 6 characters! ibis paint usual doesn't handle my projects with two characters very well, granted those are usually characters with more going on and therefore more layers but still. So whenever some other project needed to be restored cause it crashed and I didn't want to sit around waiting during the day, I'd pop on over to this and try to work on it.

When I finished the coloring I just left it waiting to be shaded cause I was too busy with other projects I felt were more important.

You can definitely tell I rushed it in some areas, specifically the kids clothing all being the same colors cause I just wanted it to be done and the premise of this picture is that they are getting a family photo so some matching I guess?

I really just had to commit myself to getting it done and now that it is done, I feel very good about it, this thing has been haughting me for almost a year with my lack of motivation to finish it, it feels good to have it done.

Tomorrow is Halloween! Yay! I hope it's a fun, safe night for everyone!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

[bedlamsbard]

I’m pretty disappointed with Ahsoka’s design too, but I also remember that Hondo looks different in every medium he’s in, and Solo did not translate the Pykes well at all (even though the design is cool, it’s not consistent.) Ahsoka’s lekku for me are on the same level as Jaro Tapal’s design in JFO. That is NOT how I would have rendered a realistic Lasat. I would not mind a retcon of either design.

I honestly find live action (or, inasmuch as you can compare them, the very live action-style video games) the weakest medium for most of the more “alien” Star Wars designs -- I agree that many of them either don’t translate well to the realistic style that recent Star Wars live action prefers.  For a less emotionally fraught example, I always come back to the creature heads on the wall at Dok-Ondar’s Den of Antiquities at Galaxy’s Edge -- every time I look at that anooba I kind of blink and go “wait, WHAT?”  To a lesser extent I also do this with the live action tookas in Galaxy’s Edge and Mando -- I think some of the choices made took the charm away.  (I have also noticed that despite tookas being brightly colored in TCW all the live action versions have been...well...cat colored. Which Rebels also did but makes me a bit sad.)

Current Star Wars has also leaned really hard on -- well, to put it bluntly -- beige rather than crayola aliens, so many of the choices made in live action/realistic adaptations have muted down the vivid coloring that was characteristic of the PT live action aliens, both humanoid and otherwise. (This is less true of the video games, but pretty blatant in live action -- even Xi’an was a relatively muted shade of purple, though at least she wasn’t human skin-toned like the other background Twi’leks in Mando and Solo.)

For me, one of the things with Ahsoka’s lekku in Mando is that many fans think of live action as inherently superior to and more canonical than the animated shows or any other media.  Which is their problem and not mine, of course, but has also shaped some of the discourse I’ve seen to date. (”Rebels was really stylized but this is real” has been one of them.)

At the end of the day it is what it is and I can’t affect it at all, but I can be annoyed with it (and many other things! there are so many things I’m mad about! this is just the one that gained ground!).

[starsandthedyad]

Grandfather -- @vxderlordofthesith

For his entire life, all he had known was the Empire and that he was a very special imperial citizen. the Emperor’s grandson. It hadn’t been a choice of his to even be in the Empire, but he had been there for as long as he could remember. He knew if his parents had it their way, there wouldn’t even be an Empire, much less would he be living with his grandfather and so far away from them.

After Emperor Palpatine had died, it would seem the Empire strengthened under his grandfather. But the battle for the Republic and democracy had not stopped, despite the Rebellion’s key wins on the Forest Moon of Endor and the destruction of the second Death Star. Ben knew well enough of the Rebellion beyond the protective walls of where he lived and learned,. The Rebels were now supposedly lead by his parents and uncle, if rumors were true. Ben wasn’t sure how to fell about that. He just wanted his family to be together. Was that so wrong?

“Papa.” Ben addressed his grandfather looking up at the towering Sith Lord. When he had been very little, he had had trouble pronouncing Grandfather and Grandpa and had shortened it to Papa and the name stuck. However, the boy had also realized some time ago that he was one of the few people in the galaxy who wasn’t afraid of his grandfather, and no doubt the only child in the galaxy who felt comfortable enough to address his grandfather.

He kept his hand busy for a moment by petting a dark purple tooka-cat. The felines for reasons unknown to him enjoyed his company and it was not unusual for him to wake up and find a cat or two curled up and snoozing on his bed. He was grateful for their company because he didn’t really have many friends.

“Are you happy that I’m your grandson?” Ben asked finally.

[zareleonis]

sturwurstrash replied to your post “i love lothal”

@zareleonis I’ve been a Star Wars fan since birth practically, but Lothal is my favorite planet out of every planet in the Star Wars universe. Why? BECAUSE I LOVE LOTHCATS!!!

@sturwurstrash how do planets with just regular purple tooka cats compare ? ;P