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saphronethaleph · 3 months

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Linguistic drift

A faint presence touched his consciousness, and Master Ikrit’s muscles twitched.

He fell out of his trance with an exhalation, then stretched himself out.

As a kushiban, he had two long ears, and a vaguely lapine face, and four paws supporting his body with a long tail behind him. He was covered all over in off-white fur, and he weighed about ten pounds.

This made him noticeably smaller than his old Master, but his old Master had been noticeably smaller than just about everyone else so that had never really bothered him.

Stifling a yawn, Ikrit exchanged stretching muscles for stretching his senses, and he felt the Force around him for answers.

The Palace of the Woolamander remained closed. That much, at least, was good news… and that he had woken at all meant that there was someone nearby who could touch the Force.

Flicking his tail, Ikrit felt for their presence, and detected a flowing current of light. Like a miniature humming whirl of sound going up and down the scales, muted but still present.

They were definitely heading in this direction, and there were others with them. Not sensitive to the Force, not like the single presence he could feel strongly, but it told him that they were moving towards him using some kind of airspeeder – or spacecraft.

Next, the small Jedi Master felt for his own internal sense of time – and flicked his ears, trying to hide his somewhat embarrassed surprise.

It seemed he had been in hibernation for around three hundred and seventy standard years.

Master Yoda would never have approved of quite such a long nap, and right now Ikrit wondered if perhaps he should have done something else.. but what was done was done, and he let his embarrassment go into the Force.

Then he focused, and sprang up to the roof of the Palace with a single spring.

He was going to need to ask the visitors for help, after all.

“Any idea who built these temples, General?” Bail asked, looking around. “This one’s designed differently to the other two, but it’s got to be the same style – despite being so far apart.”

“We don’t have much,” Dodonna replied, apologetically. “A lot about the moon has been lost, but that’s exactly what makes it a suitable base location – we can hide a lot of power signatures behind this much stone.”

He glanced at Bail’s daughter, who was looking around herself with great interest. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to bring her along?”

“I’m sure Princess Leia is quite able to keep silent on important matters,” Bail replied. “Isn’t that correct?”

“Of course,” Leia replied, with a smile. “I haven’t told anyone about the thing.”

“The thing?” Bail repeated, amused.

“Oh, I couldn’t explain,” Leia replied. “After all, then I would have told someone about it.”

She frowned, slightly. “What exactly are we trying to do here?”

“Investigate the thickness of the walls, mostly,” Bail told her. “Like Dodonna said, thick walls can conceal power signatures – if the walls are thick enough, this could be an independent base.”

“Or if they’re less thick, they might still make for a good satellite base,” Dodonna added. “To cover an evacuation, if the main base is found out – an unexpected fighter strike coming from a novel location can do a lot for clearing the air.”

“Got it,” Leia said. “And how can I help?”

“Carrying a sensor pack should do,” Bail suggested. “We can get good density and dispersal readings by flying the ship over while there’s sensor packs in different parts of the structure.”

He winked at Dodonna. “I’ve learned a few things myself, General.”

“I wouldn’t want to suggest otherwise!” Dodonna replied, with a chuckle. “I’ll get my men turned out – and an extra pack for the Princess.”

Ikrit’s ears twitched, as he watched the group disembark. They were mostly humans, with a scattering of other races.

No kushiban, but he was expecting that. His people were mostly not wanderers.

The problem was, what he could hear indicated that there had been some quite serious linguistic drift… which meant he could have serious trouble making himself understood.

On the plus side, though, being this close let him pinpoint the person with the ability to touch the Force. Ikrit could work past at least some of the problems by working with concepts, allowing the other adept – a human girl, not yet into her full growth – to fill in his meaning without him needing to use exactly the right words.

He could also see where she was going, and turned to scamper down into the Palace to get ahead of her.

A few minutes of going down though the Palace’s chambers – much the same as they had been over three hundred and fifty years ago, except for the precise layout of plants – and Ikrit was ready to introduce himself.

Introduce himself to a girl who was very strong in the Force, but who bore no Padawan’s braid and who had no sign of that strength being trained.

It was quite strange, but Ikrit shook himself out, then appeared out from behind a rock with a smile as the girl entered a corridor.

“Greetings,” he said, weighting his words with the Force and aiming to let the concepts he was transmitting flow through the air. “It is nice to meet you.”

The girl stopped, and blinked at him.

“You (communicate<>can talk)?” she asked.

“Yes,” Ikrit agreed. “I am not quite speaking your language.”

“I can (understand you<>follow your meaning),” the girl replied, looking confused. “How?”

“The Force,” Ikrit replied. “You could do it as well. If you agree to a mutual connection, with my help you can become a female-padawan.”

Leia stared at the strange creature smiling up at her, covered in fine white fur.

“It’s something (you)(can learn),” he said. “If you (make a contract)(with me), you can become (a magical girl)!”

#star wars #leia organa #princess leia #ikrit #yeah it was mostly for that last line

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twinsunstars · 5 months

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What if the Imperials Were the Rebels?

So I was thinking about if Star Wars had a “What If?” series like Marvel does, and I starting thinking about how some characters part of the Empire would be the rebels in another universe. I found it pretty interesting (and Star Wars should really do a “What If?” series), so here are my own versions of what roles I think the Imperials would play if they were the ones fighting in the Rebellion (and Palpatine is still Palpatine). (I didn’t include Kallus because he did defect to be a rebel in canon, so in my AU he would possibly remain an Imperial, as this focuses more on people who never defected and stayed loyal in the canon universe.) I’ll discuss just a few characters below and my thoughts on them.

Feel free to let me know your own thoughts and ask about any Imperial characters I didn’t discuss! I'll write small fics for them one day!!

Darth Vader: He would remain Anakin Skywalker in my AU, helping to lead the rebellion. Also being one of the Jedi part of the Rebellion, he helps to fight against the Inquisitors and lead the Rebellion towards the right path. The Empire had taken his master, padawan, son, and daughter away from him years ago and had assassinated the love of his life; he would do anything to bring them down. Is also one of the strongest pilot fighters the rebellion has.

Wilhuff Tarkin: I imagined Tarkin as like an individual similar to Commander Sato from Rebels and General Dodonna from the original trilogy/Rebels. He leads one of the main rebellion fleets and is highly respected as a commander. Was offered a position in the Empire but had immediately refused in its early days, not wishing to serve under this new regime. Has led many of the rebel attacks against the Empire with many success rates.

Thrawn: As a general and a pilot fighter in the rebellion, Thrawn leads one of the powerful squadrons in the rebellion. Often comes up with many of the attack strategies when preparing for an ambush, and is ready to command and attack when the Empire gets a level up on them. Often feuds with Hera Syndulla, one of the most powerful admirals and TIE fighter pilot in the Empire.

Orson Krennic: An engineer and a rebel commander, Krennic has helped design many of the weapons and starfighters the rebellion uses against the Empire. Has led many rebel fleet attacks while stationed in the base, helping to direct the fleet to their target.

Inquisitors: I viewed them as the Jedi of the Rebellion, as characters like Ezra, Kanan, Cal, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and other Jedi alive during this time would be the Inquisitors. They would be spread around in the galaxy, continuing to help keep up the fight against the Empire and protect young Force-sensitives from the hands of the Inquisitors. Have all met Anakin Skywalker and would follow him into battle any day.

Morgan Elsbeth: I felt like thinking about her and how she would potentially fit into this AU, as she did basically design those TIE fighters that Thrawn adores so much while she worked inside the Empire, as seen in Tales of the Empire. Morgan would be an engineer like Krennic, focusing her designs primarily on the starfighters for the rebellion to help them succeed. Has worked with Thrawn and designed the fighters for his squadron, watching the fight from the ground. The Republic was responsible for the execution of her native people, and now that it had become the tyrannical Empire, her only wish was to destroy it.

Edmon Rampart: I based this off some of the theories I would read about Rampart potentially becoming like Kallus and turning around to become a rebel, but we saw where that went lol. I see Rampart as one of the rebels part of the Alliance who had escaped the Empire after being caught by Hera Syndulla, conveying a lot of important information to the rebellion while remaining in an Imperial position. He has helped lead many rebel attacks and add successful strategies in the fight.

Royce Hemlock: You may be thinking, how does someone like Hemlock become a rebel? When I was thinking about this AU based off his skills and use to the Empire, I thought of him as being a lead medical doctor in the rebellion and partly an engineer, using his skills for healing and designing useful assets and weapons for the rebellion to take advantage of. Had not gotten expelled from the Republic Science Corps in this AU, but was forcefully kept in a secret facility for Palpatine’s wants after the fall of the Republic, and managed to escape. Not much of a direct fighter but knows how to handle a blaster, would rather stick to the base instead of being up with the pilots, but would do anything to make sure the Empire meets its demise.

Eli Vanto: A commander of another rebel fleet, and Thrawn’s partner in many of the rebel attacks and strategy meetings, Eli is respected for being the one to find out many of the Empire’s secrets through his spies scattered around the galaxy and his own aspirations to perform deep research into the Empire’s hidden goals. Used to only be a minor commander in the rebellion until Thrawn took note of his skills and Tarkin found him worthy of promotion to do more for the rebellion’s military.

let me know your thoughts and hopefully you found this interesting!

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slyandthefamilybook · 7 months

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The thermal exhaust port isn't a "plot hole"

I keep hearing people say "Rogue One was Lucasfilm spending millions of dollars to fix a plot hole". People who say that clearly don't know what a plot hole is. A plot hole isn't something that's never explained. It's basically exactly what it sounds like; something missing from the timeline of the events of the story. It's usually something that's either not set up or not resolved properly. Well the resolution is Luke blowing up the Death Star and the set-up is... literally the entire rest of the movie?? The driving action behind the events of the film is "we need to get the plans to the Rebels so they can find a weakness in the Death Star". It's not a plot hole, it's part of the plot. What did people want to happen? Did they want General Dodonna to say "Well we've analyzed the Death Star plans and it turns out the Empire is too ruthlessly efficient and competent and there are no weaknesses" and then they all get exploded? The movie never tells us who Obi-Wan's parents are, but if he didn't have parents then how was he born? 🤔🤔🤔 Checkmate, liberals

#atlas entry #Star Wars fans are dumb more at 11 #star wars #a new hope #rogue one

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nerds-yearbook · 9 months

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Rogue One, the first of the theatrical A Star Wars Story films, was released on December 16, 2016. The story took place and lead directly into Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope. The movie explained how the rebels got the plans to the Death Star and why there was such a major flaw in the design. The movie introduced the characters Jyn Erso (Felicity Jones), Galen Erso (Mads Mikkelsen), Cassian Andor (Diego Luna), K-2SO (Alan Tudyk), Chirrut Imwe (Donnie Yen), Baze Malbus (Wen Jiang), Orson Krennic (Ben Mendelsohn), Saw Gerrera (Forest Whitaker), and Bodhi Rook (Riz Ahmed). It also included from the original trilogy and prequels Bail Organa (Jimmy Smits), Darth Vader (Spencer Wilding, Daniel Naprous & James Earl Jones), Mon Mothma (Genevieve O'Reilly), General Dodonna (Ian Mchinney), Princess Leia (Ingvild Deila), C-3PO (Anthony Daniels), R2D2, Red Leader (Drewe Henley), Gold Leader (Angus Mcinnes), Dr Evazan (Michael Smiley), Wedge Antilles (David Ankrum), and Grand Moff Tarkin (Guy Henry) . The Last Jedi director Rian Johnson appeared as an Emperial Technician. The events took place at Jedha, Coruscant, Mustufar, Tatooine, Hoth, Lah'mu, Alderaan, Naboo, Yavin 4, Corellia, Ring of Kafrene, Yavin, and Felucia. The movie was recieved mostly positive, with most of the negative attention on the digitally created face of Princess Leia. ("Rogue One: A Star Wars Story", Star Wars Movie Event)

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rk-striker-jk-5 · 11 months

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So, full confession: I like Rogue One a lot, if only because it's a solid 'steal the Death Star plans' plot that sweeps aside the eleventy-jillion ones from the old EU. :p But, one thing has never sat right with me, and it's kinda hard to explain.

I didn't need Galen Erso to... directly sabotage the Death Star itself.

Let me try and explain. This is a planet-killing wonder-weapon built by fucking Space Nazis. This is a moon-sized space station that has apparently skimped on handrails over mile-deep chasms.

Galen: "The technical plans are on Scarif."

Jyn: "So you managed to sabotage it?"

Galen: "What, are you kriffing me? Do you have any idea the budget cuts Palpatine put on us?! Tarkin and Krennec are working 24/7 just to make sure the damned thing doesn't go up like a Hapan candle as-is! I just don't know how you'll be able to the power core."

Cassian: "Well, we'll let General Dodonna worry about that."

Does ANY of this make sense? Again, love the movie otherwise!

#star wars #rogue one #jyn erso #galen erso

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rogueonebrackets · 11 months

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Rogue One Costume Contest - Play-In #3

Who shows up to the Halloween party in a better costume?

#rogue one #star wars #polls #poll tournament #tournament bracket #rogue one costume contest #bail organa #general dodonna #jan dodonna #play-in

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walkawaytall · 2 months

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wip whateverday

So, I started writing this story tentatively titled Word of the Day quite awhile ago, and I’ve been having issues coming up with an ending. I’m actually considering turning it into a Five Times fic. But in the meantime…I kind of wanted to post some of what I have here just ‘cause. This is a sizable excerpt — it is admittedly most of what I have written so far — but…yeah, I dunno, I like the idea in general and like what I have written so far and just felt like sharing today.

Excerpt below the cut!

Jan Dodonna was monologuing again, and even Leia was a little over it. What had started as a simple review of safety protocols had morphed into a full-on lecture. Usually, when Jan got carried away, Carlist eventually interrupted and ended the meeting, but Carlist was stuck in an entirely different meeting and Leia wasn’t sure how Jan would respond to her taking over; when they made decisions for the base or in High Command meetings, her opinion held as much weight as anyone else’s, but he did still technically outrank her, and overriding him in front of the rank and file likely wouldn’t go over well.

“…it is imperative that these incidences are reported to clean-up personnel…”

Someone to her left needed water apparently. They kept coughing and clearing their throat. After the third bout of throat clearing, Leia glanced in the direction of the sound and nearly groaned out loud. Han Solo looked directly at her from several seats away.

He held up four fingers on one hand and lifted his mug of caf to his lips, subtly mouthing the word four before taking a sip.

Leia intended to ignore whatever ridiculousness Han was attempting to rope her into, but he wore such an amused expression — a look she knew from a year of being around the man meant I’m letting you in on a joke — that she felt the need to keep an eye on him, or at least glance his way every minute or so.

“…top priority to keep each and every one of you alive. It is imperative that any instances of daisy-chaining…”

What is Jan going on about? Leia wondered. She could have sworn the agenda for this meeting had been centered entirely on avoiding heat stroke while they were stuck in a rainforest for the foreseeable future, but he had apparently moved on to electrical safety.

Han cleared his throat again and Leia leveled her gaze at him. He surreptitiously held up all five fingers on the same hand as before, mouthed five, and took a sip of caf.

Leia rolled her eyes and focused her attention back on General Dodonna, forcing herself to pay attention.

“…the local wildlife. We know from the research performed by our naturalists that it is imperative to consider…”

Without realizing what she was doing or why she was doing it, Leia glanced at Han expectantly. He had stopped holding up fingers and merely mouthed six before taking sipping from his mug. He noticed Leia looking at him again and winked.

Han raised his hand and Jan barely stopped himself from grimacing. “Yes, Captain Solo? Do you have a question?”

“Yeah, would you say all this is important?”

General Dodonna sputtered in disbelief. “Yes, Captain Solo. Have you be listening at all? It is imperative that crash webbing…”

Leia turned to look at Han right as he mouthed seven and she finally recognized the pattern. He was counting every time Jan said the word imperative. Why he was doing this, Leia assumed, was something only he knew.

Han lingered after the meeting, waiting for Leia to step away from General Dodonna and a few members of the Gold Squadron before approaching her, an easy grin on his face. “You get it?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “What? The fact that you need a lozenge?” Han frowned slightly and Leia decided to put him out of his misery. She leaned toward him slightly and lowered her voice. “Or the fact that General Dodonna said imperative eleven times?”

“It’s the word of the day,” Han said solemnly.

“Clearly.”

“I mean literally.” He glanced over Leia’s head, presumably at Jan to make sure he was occupied, and slipped her a small, folded piece of paper.

Leia unfolded the fragile sheet, wondering why Han was carrying paper around at all when flimsi was so much more durable and readily available on base. The printed side of the slip of paper looked familiar, though Leia couldn’t place her finger on where she had seen it before. It contained the day of the week, the date, and the word imperative along with its definition.

It was a page from one of those cheap daily calendars, the kind with a vocabulary word assigned to each day. They had been all over the Senate offices in a variety of languages — she had been gifted one for Shyriiwook as a tasteless joke once from someone who considered the language of an enslaved species beneath humans. She had been sure to mention to anyone who would listen while in the gifter’s presence that they had inspired her to actually learn the basics of the language in a brazen attempt to make everyone involved feel uncomfortable.

The page Han had handed to her was from a Basic version of the calendar, and Leia realized where she had seen it before. She looked at Han in alarm. “Did you steal this from General Dodonna’s desk?” she hissed.

Han appeared affronted by the question. “‘m a lot of things, Your Worship, but I ain’t a thief.” He paused. “Not in awhile, anyway.”

She was tempted to derail the conversation entirely in order to delve into what length of time the smuggler considered awhile, but Han’s possession of the calendar page seemed more pressing. “How exactly do you have it, then?”

“Dodonna made a special request for his. Figure there had to be somethin’ interesting about it if he was comin’ to me for a favor, so I bought two: one for him, one for me. Turns out the calendars are just as boring as they sound.”

“How disappointing,” Leia said drolly.

Han shrugged. “Nah. Now I get to see how many times I can make him say it. Makes these meetings go by faster at least.”

She grimaced. “You’re supposed to be paying attention during meetings.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “If you can name half of the topics that were talked about in the past hour, I’ll take that job to Fondor you’ve been harassin’ me about.”

Leia raised her eyebrows. “The one you said was a suicide mission?”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked.

They really needed Han to make the run to the Fondor shipyards, and Leia was not beneath winning a bet to secure something so crucial for the Alliance. The only problem was…Well, Jan really had monologued excessively

“Exactly,” Han preened triumphantly after Leia was quiet for an extended period of time.

“The meeting was supposed to be about heat exhaustion and heat stroke warning signs,” she whispered.

“One outta eight ain’t bad, Princess, but it ain’t exactly half.”

She huffed softly, unable to recall more, but certainly unwilling to admit defeat to Han kriffing Solo.

The smuggler read her anyway, apparently. “Need to make a coupla repairs, but we can probably leave for Fondor in the next few days.” He grinned at her, patted her shoulder, and walked away before she could respond, leaving Leia confused, but fairly certain that he’d planned to take the job no matter who had won his bet.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, reminded for what had to be the thousandth time that she would never understand the mind of Han Solo.

*****

Early morning all-hands meetings were particularly miserable on Hoth. In order to speak to everyone at once, they had to schedule the meetings to overlap shifts, which meant Leia had to be out of her quarters long before the sun even considered rising. She was frigid, she had barely managed half a night’s sleep, and nearly every reason for holding an all-hands involved distributing information that no one wanted to hear.

This morning’s meeting held one agenda item: the unfortunate news that the five outposts that hadn’t yet packed up had to postpone their moves to Hoth for at least a week due to some suspicious Imperial activity in the Anoat system, which meant they would continue running Echo Base with skeleton crews for the time being. In addition, they were also looking at a possible lockdown for the base if the activity didn’t diminish soon. General Dodonna had volunteered to break the news, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of the entire rank becoming irritated en masse. Leia had been relieved; she had enough going on without adding the ire of an entire base to her list of things to deal with.

She settled into a seat in the front row, staring at her datapad as others filed into the mess for the meeting. Carlist and couple of officers who had already been briefed on the news were running things in the Command Center, but every other being in the base crammed into the common area, apparently bound and determined to find somewhere to sit or stand that wasn’t the front row of seats. Leia chose not to take their avoidance personally.

Someone settled into the seat next to her, and Leia glanced to the side, catching sight of a blue parka sleeve — outerwear that, though familiar, was certainly not Alliance-issued. She raised her eyes to look at Han, who shoved a mug from the cabinets of the Millennium Falcon into her hands without uttering a word.

“My hero,” she murmured, staring into the mug for a moment before taking a sip. She honestly wasn’t sure if she was talking to Han or the caf.

“Any chance you’ll just tell me what’s goin’ on so I can get back to my bunk?”

Leia shook her head and took another sip of caf. It was the better blend from the Falcon, and though she was appreciative of the gift, she had no plans to break protocol this time. “I need you here so you can react calmly and reasonably to General Dodonna’s announcement in order to keep the peace.” Han, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was looked up to by the majority of the rank. If he didn’t react poorly to the news, often the majority of personnel would fall in line behind him. Plus, the meeting would simply be less dreadful with him next to her, though Leia had no plans to tell him that.

“Need to know what I’m reactin’ to if you want it to seem legit,” he countered.

Before she could answer, Jan took his spot at the front of the room, raising his voice to attract the attention of the everyone in the mess hall. The crowd quieted, and Jan began the announcement.

“Thank you all for being here this morning. I know these all-hands cause a certain level of vexation…”

Han cleared his throat softly and took a sip of his own caf, a signal the Leia had grown incredibly familiar with over the past couple of years. She hazarded a glance and a smile in his direction, though she wasn’t convinced that his assessment was right, and continued to listen for another possible candidate for General Jan Dodonna’s word of the day.

Determining which word would grace that day’s calendar page had become part of the game. Han still had a copy — he purchased a duplicate every year — but he had sworn that he wouldn’t look at it without Leia present, and from what she could tell, he hadn’t broken that promise so far. It had become a bit of a tradition, looking at that day’s page after dinner. Even on days Leia was so busy that she ate at her desk, she could expect a thin, small piece of paper to be slipped to her at some point during the evening as long as Han was planetside.

Guessing the word of the day correctly was the only real way to win, but counting the number of times Jan used it kept them both entertained. Leia had grown to sort of revel in the fact that no one seemed to notice her silent exchanges with Han during meetings. Their silly little game was their secret, and one she felt was worth keeping.

The word quintessential piqued Leia’s interest; it seemed a more likely candidate than vexation to her. After two more uses of the latter, however, she had to concede defeat, and resigned herself to simply count Jan’s uses of the word for the rest of the meeting, exchanging silent glances with Han as they took sips of caf with each one.

Half an hour and ten uses of the word later, Han raised his hand. “I ain’t bothered by the precautions; seems pretty reasonable, and I’m sure everyone here agrees. But have we heard from the outposts? How’re they feelin’?”

Jan raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly pleased by the question. He nodded. “Yes, we have, and we are aware of the general consensus of vexation among the officers…

Han looked directly at Leia, took a sip of his caf, and grinned.

After the meeting adjourned, Leia spent the rest of the long day addressing questions and being generally unavailable for anything other than Alliance work well past dinner. She was able to hurry through the food line, taking the most convenient options available so she could get back to her desk quickly. When she made it back mere minutes after leaving, a small square of paper sat face up in the middle of her desk, the word vexation printed in the center in bold letters.

#star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #hanleia #hanleia fanfic #working title: word of the day #my fic #fic excerpt #wip excerpt

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twinsoulvisionary · 9 months

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'At The Edge Of The Empire'

A Kalluzeb Fan Fic....

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

At The Edge Of The Empire (1398 words) by TwinSoulVisionary Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Hera Syndulla, Han Solo, Princess Leia Organa - Character, General Dodonna, Mon Mothma, Chewbacca, Mentioned Droids, The Ghost Crew (Star Wars), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: 2 ABY / before the Imperial attack on Hoth’s rebel base, Pre-Battle of Hoth (Star Wars), Planet Mytus in the Corporate Sector, Wild Space (Star Wars), Canon Compliant, Secret Mission, Sarcasm, Action/Adventure, Sercret Ashla, Gift Fic, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

Summery:

Hoth base main hanger was particularly frigid at twilight. The spot lights flickered on as the hanger bay doors converged together into a locked fortress with a heavy final clunk. All scout patrol teams had been recalled - a dead night ahead with nothing to do, they filed out to have a drink in the cantina.

...Enjoy!

#alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb #kallus #zeb #swr #kallus x zeb #star wars rebels #Chapter 2 - The Tin Can #sw rebels #swr fan fic #Secret Ashla!#han solo #chewbacca #2 ABY #Planet Hoth #gift fan fic

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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P.S. Fuck Off

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Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: Y/N's one of the logistics-focused members of the Rebellion, a job no less important than any of the fighter pilots in the long term. They've gotten to know Han pretty well in the brief time that he's been around, so when Han leaves a resignation note intended for high command on their desk, they exercise their best judgement and don't pass it along, luckily for both of them.

Word Count: 1,479

Category: Humor, Fluff, maybe some minor angst if you squint?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed as I sat down at my cramped desk in one of the many makeshift offices of the Rebellion. We were about to fly a last-ditch mission to try to blow up the Death Star, and still, I had to do paperwork. If we succeed, like we're planning and hoping to, then the papers still need to be in order. Just because Leia and my other colleagues were right didn't mean I had to like it.

I braced myself for all the supply reports I was about to try to organize, but stopped short when I saw a messy handwritten letter sitting on top of everything else. I picked it up and scanned to the bottom for a name, and found none other than Han Solo's signature at the top of a long P.S.

I sighed and shook my head, then went back to the top of the letter and started reading.

I don't know how the hell people usually do this, but consider it my official resignation from this stupid Rebellion.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Han was nothing if not dramatic.

I came here to get paid, not risk my neck for some impossible ideals I don't even believe in. I got my money, so now I'm getting the hell out. Good luck to all of you idiots, especially the kid.

Han

There was a big ink dot at the end of the "n" in Han's name, like he'd left the pen there and paused for a long time. I chuckled to myself as I read on.

P.S., I don't even know how I got dragged into this fool's cause in the first place. Bunch of idealistic idiots, that's all you are. And you're just gonna get yourselves killed. For what? For nothing. I wish I'd never gotten roped into any of this bantha shit. Half of you were probably expecting me to put something sappy in this, like "may the Force be with you", since you're flying against the Death Star. Well I'm NOT. You'd all be better off if you had more survival instincts and knew better than to go up against that thing. It's a suicide mission. You need all the help you can get.

The last letter and period quickly trailed off, like he'd forced himself to drag his hand away from the paper. Then, written in tiny print at the very bottom of the page:

P.P.S. Fuck off, all of you. And don't die.

I laughed to myself as I tucked the letter into a drawer of my desk. Han had been wrestling with his morals and realizing he still had them after all since he'd gotten here, and it had been truly adorable. I got the feeling this was all part of his process. He'd be back to help us, whether he knew it or not.

I spent the next hour scanning through as many documents as I could, getting an idea of everything we might need to know before our fighters made contact with the Death Star. Once I finished, I hustled to the control room, where Leia and I would monitor the mission with the rest of the top brass.

"Y/N. Anything we need to know?" asked General Dodonna. I shook my head.

"Nothing at all, General."

He nodded, then turned back to the screens in front of him as I took my spot next to Leia. We watched with bated breath as our fighters approached the Death Star, and then their attack run began.

I barely breathed for the entire duration of the attack. We lost some very good people, but by some miracle, Luke managed to take down the Death Star with a one-in-a-million shot. Han, as I'd expected, swooped in to save the day at the last possible moment. Hearing their victorious cheers over the radios made my heart soar, and I rushed to the hanger with everyone else at the base to welcome our heroes home.

The celebrations spilled into the hallway as the whole Rebellion converged on each other. I laughed, completely caught up in the joy of the crowd. I stumbled down a mostly-empty hallway, trying to get my head on straight again. We didn't have a whole lot of time to spare. The Empire knew where we were now, which meant we had to move, ASAP. Our success in destroying the Death Star would buy us some time, but not much.

I was also one of the key people involved in moving everything from one place to another, which meant I had to come back down to Earth a little sooner than everyone else.

Still, the smile didn't leave my face as I started heading down the hallway and away from the celebrations. I'd drink champagne the whole way to our new location, but until the last ship left the ground, I needed to be focused.

"Hey."

I turned around at the sound of an unusually-cheerful Han. He took a few stumbling steps towards me, a delirious grin on his face. I couldn't help smiling back at him as he approached.

"Hey there, flyboy. You look like you're feeling pretty happy to be back."

"I'm alive, so I guess I'd have to say yes."

"Oh no, don't give me that," I said with a grin as Han finally reached me. He stared at me with his hands on his hips, trying to play the cool guy, but this time he was not succeeding. "You could've gone almost anywhere in the galaxy and been alive. But you came back here."

Han sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a crooked grin still on his face as he looked at the floor. I smiled fondly, and when Han looked up, I didn't try to wipe the look off my face. He chuckled.

"So what, now that we all almost died you're not trying to hide it when you stare at me?"

I shrugged. "What can I say? Almost dying gives you perspective."

Han's eyes met mine again, and still, I didn't look away. The goofy smile slowly fell from his face as I took another step towards him, completely closing the distance between us and then leaning in. Slowly, Han wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me tightly to him, then tangled the other in my hair. I swear my heart stopped dead as our lips finally met.

The kiss was soft, way softer than I ever thought it'd be with Han, let alone after a near-death experience like that. I loved every second of it though, and when we finally broke apart, I couldn't keep the dreamy smile off my face.

"I'm not gonna lie... I've been waiting a while to do that," laughed Han. He still held me close to him, and I hummed as I ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, as long as you're planning on sticking around, you'll be able to do it a lot more often."

Han grinned, then leaned in for another kiss. He broke away after a minute though and a gave me a sheepish look.

"I guess I'd better go talk to high command about taking back that resignation letter, huh?"

"Oh, come on, Han. Whether or not you want to admit it, I know you pretty well now. I never turned it in to them."

"...Really?"

"Yeah, really. I knew you'd be back."

"I didn't know I'd be back."

I just shrugged. "You probably did deep down, but that doesn't matter. I knew."

He laughed, wrapping his arm around me a little tighter. I leaned into him, laughing as he nuzzled into my neck and kissed me.

"Han, I have work to do."

"Work? Damn, I knew you were crazy, but not that bad."

"I'm serious. We have to get the hell out of here now that the Empire knows where we are."

Han sighed, then loosened his grip on me and straightened up. He fixed me with a look, and I raised my eyebrows while I waited for whatever he wanted to say.

"So, this whole... moving... thing... Need any help?"

"Really?"

Han sighed. "Yeah, why not? If I'm in I might as well be all the way in. As long as you don't give anybody that resignation note."

"I'm framing it and putting it on my wall."

Han rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I chuckled, and we started wandering down the hallway towards my desk. We had a lot of work to tackle, but with Han by my side, it didn't seem quite so daunting.

If we could find a way to take down the Death Star, I knew we'd be able to handle anything else that came our way.

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“General?” Princess Leia asked. “Will your fighters be ready?”

“Ready as we can be, Princess,” General Dodonna replied. “We can at least hope to destroy the Death Star soon. If it’s coming here, that gives us something resembling an advantage.”

Leia nodded.

“Very true,” she said. “It’s why I didn’t get the smuggler to land somewhere else and ditch the tracking beacon. We’ve found a weakness, correct?”

“Yes,” Dodonna agreed. “But that was an enormous gamble, Princess. I hope it pays off.”

“If it doesn’t pay off, then we’re doomed anyway,” Leia said, with a sigh. “But…”

Her voice trailed off, and she looked towards the corridor.

“Something’s not right,” she said, then focused on the sunlight streaming in through a window at the far end of the corridor. “The light looks different.”

“General! Senator!” someone shouted. “The planet!”

“What about the planet, man?” Dodonna asked.

“It’s – just look!” the Rebel told him. “I don’t know how to describe it!”

The man was right.

It wasn’t really something any of them could describe.

Yavin Prime, the reddish gas giant around which Yavin Four orbited, was rippling. The gaseous, tenuous surface of the planet was splashing, like a stormy sea without the storm, and just the fact they could see the ripples meant they had to be hundreds of kilometres high… and they glowed, like fire, as they dissipated some titanic amount of energy.

“What’s going on?” Dodonna asked. “Anyone?”

“Could it be the result of the Death Star firing on Yavin?” an analyst asked.

Dodonna looked around sharply. “Has the Death Star arrived yet? Signals!”

“We haven’t picked up anything,” the analyst admitted. “I just can’t see what else could cause this.”

“Oh, my…” C-3P0 said, in astonished tones.

R2-D2 rolled up next to him and whistled.

“What?” C-3P0 asked. “What do you mean, you’re welcome?”

Luke hurried up. “Threepio, what’s going on? R2 just rolled out over here while the techs were checking on his compatibility with an X-Wing.”

R2 bleeped in a self-satisfied tone.

“Well?” Leia asked. “What’s he saying?”

“He says… ah… he was connected to the Death Star and he had the complete plans in his databank,” C-3P0 translated. “He tells me that he’s a very good slicer. And he adjusted the tolerance on the hyperdrive by a fraction of a percent.”

Luke was silent for a moment.

“You mean R2 made the Death Star crash into Yavin?” he asked.

“That appears to be the case, Master Luke,” C-3P0 confirmed.

R2 chattered some electronic noises.

“He says he’ll need some sticky tape to affix his medal,” the protocol droid added, helpfully.

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