#vornskrs

[saphronethaleph]

Storms and Urge

Padme Amidala opened her office door, and tried to show only the smile as her reaction to her junior partner, Representative Binks.

They’d been working together for two years, now, and it was… still an experience.

“Oh, heyo there Senator!” Jar Jar said, waving, and trying to hide something behind his back. “How has yousa been?”

“The Senate is… the same as always,” Padme replied. “What are you trying to hide, Jar Jar?”

Jar Jar looked surprised. “Yousa think mesa is tryin’ to hide something?”

“I could tell by your awkward pose,” Padme replied, with a smile. “And the way the thing you’re trying to hide is almost as big as you are.”

“Aww…” Jar Jar said, then sighed and turned around. “Mesa got yousa some new guard animals!”

Sure enough, the thing Jar Jar had been carrying was a pet carrier, containing two sleepy-looking canines which each looked like they weighed about twenty pounds.

“Theysa still little!” Jar Jar declared. “Mesa accompanied some gungs on a big journey to a planet with lotsa weird plants, theysa had plenty of metal in theirsa trunks. And some of these guys got hurt, an’ the big ones are bombad nasty! But the little ones seemed nice to mesa, and they didn’t have parents no more, and… mesa thought… it’d be nice?”

The gungan’s voice got more nervous with every word as he got to the end of his explanation, and Padme looked at the canines before turning back to Jar Jar.

He was doing better puppy eyes than the actual canines.

“All right,” she said. “We’ll try them out here in the office suite, but if they become too difficult to manage we’ll have to sort out another home for them.”

“Okey-dokey!” Jar Jar said, nodding firmly.

He followed her into the suite, putting down the carrier on the floor, then opened it and took out one of the canines.

Despite his words about the adults being nasty, this one certainly seemed more sleepy than anything, yawning and flicking a short tail before padding over to the nearest couch and inspecting it.

Then it jumped up onto the couch, turned around in a circle, and sat.

“It’s a good thing we have plenty of chairs,” Padme chuckled. “Do you know what they eat?”

“Theysa liked fish,” Jar Jar provided. “An’ Tarpals helped mesa train them in house!”

That took a moment for Padme to parse, and she offered her hand to the other canine to sniff.

It made a sort of buzzing noise, tail waving, and Padme frowned.

“...what’s up with their tails?” she asked. “That doesn’t look natural.”

“Mesa thinks… they got hurt in the fightin’?” Jar Jar said, uncertainly. “Mesa is not sure, though.”

“Well, we’ll see how they work out,” Padme declared. “I’m sure training some feral predators from an unknown world will be a nice respite from dealing with the Senate.”

Some hours later, Padme was most of the way through the data work, and one of the young canines was snoozing next to her chair.

She wasn’t really sure if they were just sleepy or actively nocturnal, and if the latter was true then there might be a more serious problem keeping them occupied. But Jar Jar had certainly seemed proud of himself, and if she was going to reject the little creatures she wanted to have a solid reason at the very least.

Then the canine next to her rolled upright, and began growling. A similar growl came from elsewhere in the office, and Padme frowned.

“Captain Typho?” she asked, reaching for her comlink. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Nothing at the moment, Senator,” the captain of her security services replied. “The Chancellor’s just arriving for his meeting. I’ve cleared him already.”

The door to the office opened a moment later, and Chancellor Palpatine stepped through.

“Senator, I’m glad to-” he began, and both canines’ claws skittered against the floor of the office as they lunged. The sudden burst of speed completely caught Padme by surprise, while Jar Jar let out a yelp of pain that suggested he’d just been used as a launchpad.

“Stop!” Padme tried to order, even knowing there was no way the canines would respond to her voice instructions this early – knowing that only tone of voice could possibly stop them from attacking the Chancellor.

It didn’t.

One of them tried to bite Palpatine’s knees off, the other sprang towards his hand, and the Chancellor waved his arm to fling the one who’d attacked his hand against a window-

-Padme stared.

He’d done it without actually touching the canine? Was he a Jedi?

The second canine bounced off the window, rolled and pounced again, this time going for the Chancellor’s throat, and his hand dipped into his robes before bringing out a lightsaber. It flashed ruby-red as he swung it – only for the first canine to bite his wrist extremely hard, forcing the ‘saber to drop from suddenly-nerveless fingers.

“Get off me, you pests!” Palpatine shouted, his voice full of an anger Padme had never heard from him before, and lightning fizzed out to strike one of the canines. It actually endured being struck by lightning quite well, and a second afterwards the other one tore Palpatine’s throat out.

The Chancellor collapsed, looking quite surprised, and both canines abruptly stopped attacking and began wagging their tails.

Then, while Padme was still staring, the Chancellor exploded.

“...must have been a Sith,” Mace Windu said. “It’s the only explanation.”

He glanced at the pair of somewhat battered canines, trying extremely hard to escape from their carrier and savage him. “These little animals must react strongly to the Force.”

“Mesa had no idea!” Jar Jar said, trying extremely hard to hold on to the carrier. “Mesa did not mean for this to happen!”

“You exposed a Sith by accident?” Mace asked, sounding amused.

Padme was thinking hard.

“The other Sith, the one that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fought,” she said. “He was working with the Trade Federation, wasn’t he? During the Naboo crisis, he was on Tatooine and then he was blocking us…”

“I see the direction of your thoughts,” Mace replied. “If the whole Naboo crisis was caused by the Sith, then the goal may never have been about your planet at all. The goal may have been to raise Palpatine to the position of Chancellor, through sympathy for your planet’s plight.”

“Hesa very big-nasty,” Jar Jar summarized. “Mesa not sorry about what happened to himsa any more.”

[emperorsvornskr]

A small gift for my partner for our four year anniversary ♥ Hadn't drawn Hux in lingerie in a while ♥ So here he is, waiting in the low lights, possibly waiting for Kylo to disrobe~

(There's a much more saucy version on my patreon ♥)

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - Pets

Which of these pets from Star Wars Legends is your favorite?

Sturm and Drang, Talon Karrde’s pet vornskrs, large canine-like animals who hunt using the Force (Heir to the Empire)

Anji, Allana Solo’s pet nexu cub, a feline creature with spiked quills, four eyes, and teeth that could slice a human in half (Fate of the Jedi: Omen)

All-Terrain Attack Vehicle (AT-AV), Tia Organa’s pitten, a pale candy-pink, fluffy creature named by Tia’s niece Leia, who could fit in Leia’s cupped hands and liked to bat at starblossom petals and Leia’s braids (Children of the Jedi)

Grand Admiral Thrawn’s ysalamiri, lizards who repel the Force (Heir to the Empire)

Zeebo, Jedi Prince Ken’s mooka, a small creature with avian physical attributes (Lost City of the Jedi)

Jacen Solo’s many pets, which included a rock lizard (New Jedi Order series)

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[themynock]

do any of yall remember off the top of your head whether Chartreuse ever saw Leenik wearing the eyepatch/wig combo or if she ever knew he'd been styling himself after Venton...

[phoenixkaptain]

You know, technically, C’baoth was right. The Force did end up being more powerful than any one person or fleet. He was just wrong in thinking that the Force would be on anyone’s side other than Luke Skywalker’s, the undisputed favourite grandchild

[granny-weatherwax]

Anyone else kinda wanted the howlers in Ahsoka to be Vornskr because it would confirm Ysalamiri on Peridea?

[autisticslp]

*sees Star Wars fanart on my dash*

I am confusion? Who are these people? This isn’t Bacta or Leenik or Tryst or Lyn or Tamlin or . . .

. . . Oh. Wait. This is like. The actual Star Wars.

Nevermind, not interested

*keeps scrolling*

[firealder2005]

Whumpcember 2022 Day. 15 “YOU’RE A MONSTER”

Featuring: Leia, Luke, and Vader being stuck on the same force-forsaken planet. and then being attacked by animals. what a great day!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43580481

Enjoy!

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Scrambling over the cascade of roots and vines, Leia casted a look over her shoulder, breathing heavily as she saw the slashing red of Vader’s lightsaber.

At her side was Luke, and he was struggling to navigate the strange forest as much as she was.

He would’ve used his own lightsaber to cut their way through, but that would alert Vader to where they were.

And for once, fate seemed to be favoring them, for Vader couldn’t access the Force on this planet.

Then again, neither could Luke.

Pros and cons. Pros and cons.

A crash alerted them to Vader’s fast-paced movements, and Leia felt her heart leap into her throat as Vader’s mask swung over to them.

The chase was back on then.

Damn.

Luke fumbled as he frantically pulled his lightsaber out. Now that Vader had found them, might as well make their path easier. Luke lit his saber, casting the dark forest around them in an ethereal blue glow.

Now, time for them to run!

“Skywalker, Organa,” Vader’s voice echoed through the forest as Luke sliced their way to (hopefully) freedom. “Surrender yourselves. This chase is becoming tiresome, no matter how admirable your… persistence is.”

Leia shot a scowl over her shoulder, reaching for her belt, but clenched her hand into a fist as she recalled Vader had ripped her blaster out of her hand when they had initially landed on this planet and then chased them into this literal Force-forsaken forest.

“That only makes me want to keep it going!” Leia declared with a glare. Luke turned to face Vader as the behemoth of a man slowly approached, taking his sweet time. Leia glanced behind them, and held her stomach drop as a tangle of tree branches and vines trapped them from behind, with Vader at their front.

She would say “Force help them”, but unfortunately, it looked like the Force had no control here thanks to whatever blocked it.

“It is useless to resist,” Vader declared, raising his saber and alighting both young adults with its baleful red light. “Hand over your lightsaber, Luke.” Beside, the blonde man stiffened, tightly clutching his father’s lightsaber, and Leia jumped in front of him.

She was not going to allow this monster - this murderer - to take the only relic left of Anakin Skywalker (of the man he killed ) from her friend!

“I think not!” she protested hotly. “How about you hand yours over instead?”

Vader seemed to stare coldly at her before raising his hand and made an aborted movement, a frustrated growl leaving his throat.

Leia smirked.

Oh, it was funny seeing Vader’s anger not being able to be unleashed onto another.

Luke then stepped around her, holding his saber out before him. Vader’s mask turned to him, and he took a step forward. Leia saw Luke stiffen, tightly holding his saber like he was expecting Vader to suddenly be able to tear it out of his hand with a flick of a finger.

“Surrender yourself now, Luke,” Vader’s voice sounded curiously soft as he spoke to her friend. Luke set his jaw and glared, hurriedly raising his saber higher as Vader got closer. “I will spare Organa if you do.”

That made Luke freeze, and Leia felt her heart begin to bang against her ribcage.

Of course. Vader wanted Luke alive…but Leia was certainly expendable, no matter the fact that she absolutely held more information than Luke.

But information wasn’t what interested Vader.

It was the potential in the Force that Luke held that caught his attention and still grasped it a year later.

“Monster…” Leia hissed, eyes narrowing onto their enemy. “You’re a monster, Vader! You only want Luke for your own selfish desires - to use him! Go ahead, kill me!” she waved her arms around. “Do it and see how much he’ll want to join you afterwards - I can tell you he already doesn’t want to!”

Vader usually had a presence that everyone seemed to feel, but it was much more muffled in this forest.

However, Leia could still feel the fiery rage that erupted in him at her words.

“You know nothing of what I desire, princess ,” he hissed, vocoder drawing out the ‘s’s. “And since you seem to desire your death so much, I will be happy to give it to you.”

Then he swung.

Time seemed to slow as Leia blinked, muscles tensing. She heard Luke yell “No!” and his blue blade intercepted Vader’s red, causing sparks to fly as Leia stumbled back from the crossed blades.

Luke seemed to be struggling holding up against Vader’s sheer might, and she scrambled back to him, grabbing his saber’s hilt, and aiding him in holding Vader off.

“Thanks,” she panted as Vader suddenly jerked his hand to the right, causing both young adults to fumble to the ground.

“Anytime,” Luke responded as they both frantically came back to their feet.

The three people stared at each other, their only light source the blue and red sabers of Luke and Vader.

Then a growl from behind Leia made her turn and she froze.

A large, black beast stood before her, teeth bared and whip-like tail waving back and forth as it stared at the three intruders.

“What. Is that?” she heard Luke hiss.

“That would be a vornskr,” came the unwanted voice of Vader. He seemed to prowl closer, for some reason coming to a halt between the wild animal and Luke. “The Ancient Sith used them as guards for the Dark Force temple on the Sith world of Dromund Kaas. This planet,” he pointed his saber to the vornskr, which snarled at the offending light. “Is their native world.”

“Thank you so much for that little history lesson!” Leia muttered, clenching and unclenching her hands.

Oh, how she wished she had her blaster…

The vornskr snapped its jaws at Vader’s outstretched saber, and Vader responded by giving it a vicious swipe, which the beast narrowly dodged, letting out a small howl as the blade singed its shoulder.

Leia winced at the guttural sound, then exchanged a meaningful look with Luke.

While Vader was preoccupied with the vornskr, they could escape…

Then Vader clamped his hand onto Luke’s saber, yanking it out of his hand and casually attaching it to his belt before gripping Luke’s arm.

Damn it!

Leia moved to help Luke get free of Vader’s grasp, but then the vornskr attacked, this time lunging for the trapped Luke.

“Luke!” Leia screamed as her friend had to do a very impressive evasive maneuver to avoid getting his waist torn into. Vader yanked Luke behind him, before slashing at the vornskr with a renewed vigor, saber crackling threateningly as the vornskr prowled forward again.

It let out a snarl of frustration, and Leia assumed it wasn’t used to its prey fighting back.

Lazy hunters.

Vader slashed at the beast again, and it backed away, snapping its jaws on last time in Luke’s direction, before darting away, whip-like tail lashing back and forth, signaling its frustration at its loss of food.

Vader disengaged his saber, and Leia’s sight was covered in the darkness. She frantically tried to peer through the darkness for Luke, blindly reaching a hand out, but froze as the familiar weight of Vader’s glove landed on her upper arm.

She grimaced as he dragged her along, and she could barely make out the struggling form of Luke.

Vader had infrared in his helmet, didn’t he? Meaning he had no trouble navigating the darkness.

They would explain how he found them so quickly earlier.

“Let go!” she heard Luke demand as he tried yanking himself out of Vader’s grip. Vader merely tightened his grip on both him and Leia in response.

Leia angrily stomped along, glaring balefully at Vader’s mask as he pulled them through the forest.

One thing was for certain.

They weren’t getting out of here without a fight.

[telomirage]

bacta vs travis vs the barkeep while leenik "rice krispie" geelo of the mynock has a wild interview aboard the ship has truly been An Experience

[checkoutmybookshelf]

*Star Wars Nerd Rant Incoming*

So...Can we maybe get a Jenna Zan Arbor/Yuuzhan Vong "Find and Destroy the Force" combined task force? Because I feel like if the Vong are big into fully murdering all Jedi, leveraging Zan Arbor's experiments plus vong bioengineering plus voxyn plus vornskyrs plus ysalimiri would do WONDERS for both the Vong invasion and Zan Arbor's research. Not to mention it would actually be a legit paradigm shift for Luke's new jedi order, because y'all never had to deal with vornskrs and ysalimiri when the empire was hunting your asses down.

At that point, you want to reach out to Mandalore for beskar and cortosis *at the very least* and maybe recreate some of the force research of the jedi order, because between the living and unifying forces, I'm betting there's a way to leverage the unifying force without the living force giving you away to either Zan Arbor or the vornskrs.

Ok, yes...I do just kind of want to watch Jenna Zan Arbor fight with Vong Shapers, because COME ON, that partnership would be horrifying but not seamless.

[emperorsvornskr]

Hux: Don't worry, I haven't stabbed anybody in a really long time, like a whole month! Mitaka: General, a month's not very long... Hux: It is when you're the one not doing the stabbing.

[blackkatmagic]

Jon Antilles/any Opress brother; chained together and/or other forced proximity. (Or maybe Feemor, if you’re not in the mood for Jon)

“This would be easier if I were smaller,” Savage says, frustrated, and Jon can feel the boiling edge of that temper rising, ready to spill over into a fit of blind rage.

It’s happened before, and the only reason Jon's arm is still attached is because he still has some modicum of his healing ability, even drugged to the gills with something that makes it almost impossible to use the Force.

Containing a wince, he reaches back, twisting as best he can to find Savage’s hand on the other end of the short chain that connects them. The tunnel is tight here, but the press of hot skin under his fingers is familiar at this point, easy to find, and Jon just…eases the rage. It’s not mental influence, isn't control, but—an added barrier to keep the anger from overwhelming.

Savage keeps losing his own mind to that rage. This is just an attempt to help him keep it.

“Easy,” he says quietly, and when Savage’s eyes narrow, he tips his head. “This would be slow going even if you were smaller. The ground is unstable here, and we can't trust our senses. Moving slowly is the best way forward.”

Savage grimaces, but he pulls back slightly, takes a breath. This time, when he slides forward through the narrow crevice, he’s more careful, wary of his horns and his armor instead of just trying to force his way through. Jon helps as best he can when he’s not a small man either, works buckles free and takes the rough bundle of their supplies when Savage manages to work it through, wrapped up in Jon's old cloak. Everything else they were stranded with is halfway down a mountain and through a forest filled with vornskrs, and Jon isn't willing to go back there until he has at least one lightsaber.

Finally, with a grunt of effort, Savage tumbles forward into the slightly wider stretch of passage, his armor and skin scraped. Jon catches him, holding him on his feet as he catches his breath, and asks quietly, “Are you all right?”

Savage casts him a deliberate, unreadable look, then grunts, straightening as best he can given the passage’s low ceiling. “You still think this leads to a Jedi temple?” he asks instead of answering.

Jon nods, allowing the change in subject without protest. “There was a statue of one of the Founders carved into the cliffside,” he says. “I saw it as the sun was setting. My Master gathered rumors about this place years ago, and I remember that was the marker.”

Savage makes a sound of assent, following Jon down the passage. Jon lets him be, following the vague, half-vanished, distant sense of the Force where he can and listening to its warnings about loose rocks and shifting earth. It’s hardly the most objectionable mission he’s been on, and Savage is grim and Dark and full of rage, but…

He’s sharp with care, too, in a way Jon wouldn’t have expected in a Sith apprentice. And it gives him hope that maybe, by the end of this, that Darkness will have lightened slightly.

They’re just passing over a low arch of stone, so low that they have to almost walk double with their chained hands carefully braced between them, when Savage says unexpectedly, quiet but edged with something like humor, “Better I'm stuck here with you than the other Jedi. Feral’s.”

Jon glances at him, a little surprised by the easing of Savage’s tension over Feral being out of reach when he spent the first day here in a constant state of berserker rage over being apart from his brothers. “Master Feemor?” he asks, confused. Feemor is hardly objectionable, even for someone like Jon, who tends to avoid most people when possible.

Savage huffs, catching Jon's arm before he can leap down off the broken end of the bridge. Instead, Savage leans over the side, wary, and then slides down and offers Jon a hand. Bemused, Jon takes it, dropping down onto a thick carpet of white moss and then straightening to work the kink out of his back.

“He’s…cheerful,” Savage says, and that tone makes it a damning indictment of Feemor's character. “We were fighting, and he was still cheerful.”

That does sound like Feemor, Jon allows with a wince in agreement. He’s kind, and a Jedi to the core, but…it’s a lot of cheer, sometimes.

Savage grunts, apparently satisfied that he made his point, and keeps moving, feet careful on the thick moss. “I would have drowned him in the river,” he says flatly.

It’s not fair to Feemor, but Jon coughs to hide his laugh, putting a hand up over his mouth. Jon is a Jedi, and he likes to think his equanimity could hold through most things, but…Feemor really is a lot. Especially for people like Jon and Savage.

“It would have been a long walk,” he says deliberately, and knows Savage catches his meaning when he snorts. There's another stretch of silence as they make their way towards the sound of water, and after several minutes Jon says quietly, “I think the same about Maul, too.”

Savage looks like he wants to defend his brother, and he hesitates, then sighs through his nose. “He and that clone are both irritating. They deserve each other,” he finally says, and Jon chuckles, ducking his head to hide it. From what he’s seen of Commander Fox, that’s not entirely inaccurate.

“We should find somewhere safe to sleep,” he says, not about to argue that matter, either. “It will be safer to navigate the temple in the daylight.”

Savage nods, following Jon towards a stretch of particularly deep moss. After several more seconds, he says gruffly, “That thing you do. To keep me from losing myself. Can you teach me?”

Surprised, Jon glances back, finds golden eyes watching him warily in the gloom. That buried seed of hope is almost overwhelmed by the way Savage is braced for mockery, rejection, but—

It’s still there regardless, and that tiny spark deep down in the darkness makes Jon smile.

“Of course,” he says quietly, and pulls Savage down with him onto the soft moss.

[rexsterss]

Commission of Rex and Cody with Sweet Thing for @elthadriel! ✨

Rex and Sweet Thing are only tolerable roommates for Cody’s sake. Other times, Rex tries not to let her tear the flesh off his bones. You should also read this fic El wrote where Cody is such a dotting dad to his little vornskr.

Commission slots are still open

[skellymom]

"FOR THE LOVE OF DOG"

THE BAD BATCH TECH/CROSSHAIR TINY FIC - all ages/SFW

Featuring "TIGGY" from my OC/Reader x HUNTER fan fic series "Vagabonds" To read:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

The black furry creature stared back at Tech with a simplistic, yet deep gaze.  Dark brown eyes of devotion stared into each other. 

He met this creature quite serendipitously.  Never expecting to find an animal that would hold his attention and affection like this.  The meat market Vagabond doggie, whom he shared ownership with between a Nomaadi woman, her family and his brothers.  This mixed up, haphazardly bred Vornskr/Loth Wolf catastrophe. 

A dog named Tiggy. 

“She is quite special to me.”  Tech replied to Crosshair as he petted Tiggy’s head.  “As you know we were never allowed pets on Kamino.” 

And as if on cue, Tiggy jumped up onto Tech’s chest, lavishing his face with sloppy doggy kisses.  Tech smiled and gently urged her down. 

“Now, now girl.”  

Tig mouthed Tech’s gloved hand, then sunk her teeth into the folds of fabric at its fingertips.  She pulled on the fabric, leaving holes.  Then tugged, growling playfully at the new toy she claimed.  Tech’s arm comically jerked back and forth as Tiggy dug into the ship’s decked flooring and backed up shaking her head. 

“That mutt is ruining your gloves.” Cross lifted an eyebrow.  “You’re LETTING her do that?” 

“I certainly am.” 

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at his brother’s response. 

“My hypothesis is that I love this small canine.” 

Crosshair ALMOST fell off his chair.  “Did YOU say...LOVE???” 

“Shocking, isn’t it?  Something sentient but so below my amazing intellect, causes random mayhem, damages my most prized possessions, defecates occasionally where I might step upon it...all the while DEMANDING my constant attention with the expectation that I also feed it...AND pick up its excrement.” 

“Sounds absolutely terrible.” Crosshair grimly inserted a fresh toothpick into his mouth. 

Tiggy, assuming whatever item Crosshair had inserted was edible and something she wanted immediately let go of Tech’s glove.  She “sat pretty” in front of Crosshair, cocked her head, and let her obscenely long tongue hang out of her mouth. 

Crosshair snickered at how goofy she looked. 

“And yet...it is the most wonderous feeling I have ever yet to experience.” Tech beamed at the canine. 

“Eh.” Cross shrugged making a face. 

“Don’t scowl at my sentiment, Crosshair.”  Tech was blunt, but not angry.  “I can only hope that ONE day you shall know a love as wonderful as this.” 

Crosshair was silent.  Tech had him there.  While the idea of something “that wonderful” could destroy his beloved firepuncher with no guilt may have bothered him at first... 

...well... 

Maybe he COULD RESPECT that. 

Maybe...one day he could be that HAPPY... 

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[jyndor]

everybody lives au where cassian and saw just... don’t vibe even though they have a lot in common and probably should vibe. they’re never gonna have big-brother-of-dead-sister heart-to-hearts over corellian gin (heh) or play sabacc together in between missions but it’s kind of weird to everyone how much they just Do Not Like Each Other. even jyn is like ??? why is it always kill bill sirens with these two?

there’s a few things she thinks it could be:

1. cassian and jyn get married and forget to tell saw (because it was just a formality, they don’t really tell anyone) and saw isn’t like the “i’ll eviscerate you and feed your innards to the vornskrs for even looking at my daughter” kind of dad thank god but he’s not exactly the kind of father-in-law people are excited about having? so it’s not so much the “how dare you sleep with my babygirl” patriarchal bs thing as it is the principle of not even thinking to tell her only living parent that they had their damn wedding (again, it wasn’t a wedding so much as just signing some docs) until like a month later.

2. cassian did go to eadu in order to kill galen erso, who saw loves, but also saw’s not a stranger to difficult choices and has just seen firsthand what the death star can do on jedha.

3. saw refuses to take a title and kind of barely exists within the rebel alliance framework, he just sort of allows them to save him a seat on the council. cassian, who has finally been promoted to general, sees first hand the tension saw brings with him to council meetings, although a lot of the time cassian reluctantly sides with saw because he agrees with him. and jyn knows some fucking idiot was saying that cassian only takes saw’s side because he’s fucking saw’s daughter, which... well it’s definitely not the case but jyn beats the shit out of that guy during a training session just to make sure the fucker knows that no one gets to talk about her husband like that.

4. saw did abandon cassian’s wife when she was a teenager, and even though they have reconciled (mostly) she remembers the look on cassian’s face when he’d found out that she didn’t leave the partisans, but that the partisans left her.

well come to find out it’s got nothing to do with jyn at all - and truly is just vibes not vibing. cinta tells her that cassian once liaised with the partisans and they just didn’t get along then either.

but nothing unites them faster than defending jyn erso from the haters.