#protect cal kestis at all cost

[tatzelwyrm]

Scenes to be emotional about today: Cal shielding BD-1 with his body

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Forgot how much of a smol bean he is in the first game... 🥺

[kanerallels]

No no please I desperately want to hear your Bode opinions, I crave to know if anyone else has the same geek kind I do

Oh my stars Anon I got this ask and I am VERY pleased by it but also like. prepare for me to have an objectively wrong opinion here. It's not the, generally speaking, correct one, but it's just the one I have

Anyways I'm gonna put this under the cut because it's gonna get long and spoiler-ful but! Here are two posts that I think have amazing takes on the situation as well!

Post one

Post two

Let's start at the very beginning. It took me forever to actually get this game, and due to that fact and my lack of self control, I found out quite a few spoilers about the game. (not everything, but a lot of stuff.) This included Bode's betrayal

At first I was like, oh this random guy is gonna betray me! Guess I gotta prepare to be super ticked off for a little while since I always handle betrayal arcs in fiction like an adult (that's a lie. I do not handle betrayals in fiction well At All. Still getting over the Billy Russo situation in The Punisher and don't even get me started on season one of AOS-- both of which I also saw coming. I digress, but that was relevant)

But then. I started playing Coruscant. And Bode showed up

Logically, I was like "oh random dude who's gonna betray me-- better not get attached."

About ten or fifteen minutes later he was my (or Cal's, technically) new best friend. As you can see, it went really well (he was befriending BD too, okay???)

Okay rabbit trails aside-- I really, really liked Bode as a character. So much so that I kept forgetting that he was going to betray me, and that I shouldn't get too attached. I liked his ridiculous quips and his loyalty to Cal and the fact he kept calling him "brother" and his obvious and fierce love for his daughter and how much he shipped Merrical

So when he did turn evil... it hurt. A lot

Like I said, I don't handle these things well. And in a video game-- where I tend to project onto/pretend that I am the character-- it was just as bad, if not worse

And yet, despite all of that, despite everything he did to Cal and the crew, despite him killing Master Cordova and causing so many terrible things to happen. I couldn't really bring myself to hate him

For two reasons. Number one, if I let myself go down the road of actively hating a character like that, it will not go well. I speak from experience

And number two, Bode seemed to regret what he did. That scene right before the second Merrical kiss, on Jedha? He looked like he wanted to tell Cal, but (in his mind) knew he couldn't because he had to protect Kata above all else

On Nova Garon he called Cal his best friend, and he sounded so sad, like he knew he'd destroyed the relationship beyond repair

(we ain't touching on Bode on Tanalorr. Everything he did there was objectively terrible)

The point is... I get that Bode is supposed to be a bad guy, but I'm never gonna see him that way. I'm gonna see him as consumed by his own fear, so terrified at the idea of losing his family again (after all, the Jedi Order was his family first. Losing them, and then his wife? That's just trauma on top of trauma) that he will do LITERALLY anything and justify it with the fact that he's doing it for Kata

He's just so AFRAID. And fear leads to anger (which is a secondary emotion, as my mom likes to say. Anger never comes from nothing), which leads to the Dark side

And while there's part of me that still thinks that he was being an idiot about this whole situation (sir Tanalorr is a whole hecking planet?? Guarded by a freaking impassable nebula?? That's why you're here in the first place) the other part of me knows that when you're guided by that much fear, you're not thinking clearly

So yes, Bode did terrible things-- he killed Master Cordova. Indirectly, he caused Cere's death (which, unless I'm remembering wrong, which is totally possible, I don't think Cal blamed him for that? He seemed to blame Denvik-- but again, I could be wrong). He manipulated Cal and endangered his daughter with his rage on Tanalorr and nearly killed both Merrin and Cal and KRIFFING HIT MY BELOVED BD 1

But when I look at his motives? At first, I forgive him, because that's what I'm called to do. And at the point where he reaches no return, I just pity him

And honestly I think in the end that's where Cal ended up too? Like, he was obviously angry and hurt and going through a lot, but he did want to give him a second chance. And I think if Bode hadn't be so focused on what could happen and how he could possibly lose more family, he could have accepted that

But he didn't. Instead, he committed atrocities, and I do condemn what he did and how he handled the situation. It was wrong. But I'll always be more inclined to imagine the world where he did trust Cal, and got a second chance

But yeah, there are some of my extensive thoughts on Bode Akuna! There are a few more small things, that I may post about in the future-- but I'd LOVE to hear what your take on him is, Anon! Even if we disagree, I'm still very curious. Thank you very much for the ask, if you got this far, I appreciate you reading!

(TL;DR-- Bode Akuna did so many bad things but I do think he regretted them, no matter how much he justified them in his mind and to others. And I personally am forgiving him and imagining worlds where he made the right choice)

[sunrise-of-wonder]

So far this morning I have:

- finished battle scars and had Many Emotions about it

- rewatched all the jedi survivor trailers

- wondered if spotify has the jfo soundtrack on it (it does - listening right now)

- looked up to notice that the spotify progress bar had turned into a lightsaber

- discovered that clicking on it changes it into different characters lightsabers

Feeling super normal about all of it thanks for asking

[doodlingfoolishness]

Must protect Cal Kestis and his poncho at all costs 🥺🥺🥺

[bbygirlbridger]

ezra “must protect defenseless weird little guys at all costs” bridger and cal “i met this tiny droid two seconds ago but i would kill myself and everyone in the room if anything happened to him” kestis would be such best friends

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' Pt.1

Word Count: approx. 2,902 (I can't copy it back over from Tumblr to count the words after last edit :/ so this is always the raw word count from pre-editing)

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How did you get pulled into this?

You have been able to leave the past behind you for years now.

Now, because you slipped up, you're once more on the run.

Because you saw him. About to get slaughtered by some lucky Stormtroopers, all because he saw…no…felt, you first while you trained, tried to run after you and drew attention to you two more than your small spike of accidental force Energy already did.

That day you almost lost control again, the first time in a year.

It rippled through your body. No. No ripples. Waves, just like you remembered it.

The Force.

Dealing with the group of Troopers was child's play in that state of yours, a simple flick of your wrist blew them off their feet as you ran to the ginger to shield him as he slowly regained his senses.

On that day, you had no Lightsaber on you anymore, as it was taken from you a while ago by a Bounty Hunter after they unfairly took you down.

A trophy to prove they "won" against you, all because trying to capture all of you was most definitely suicidal.

You weren't famous among the Jedi before the purge, still a mere child and Padawan when it went down. And you had become more grateful for that fact by the year, as the Empire wasn't out for blood at your name. You had been a mythos.

So when that Bounty Hunter found you in your little cave, he was shocked but took the opportunity, ambushing you in your sleep as you apparently forgot to take care of your traces at the nearby market as you went out for a supply run before leaving the planet via hitchhiking with some dubious drunk.

Without your weapon, you had to use your more uncivilized ways.

Claws and teeth, razor sharp when taken care of. And even more with the Force being fed into them.

The Jedi behind you hadn't been able to bring that subject up until he brought you away from the massacre you caused and into whatever reason he had been here. Apparently a gone rogue informant of the rebellion. God, these people…they never really sat right with you. Nobody in the Galaxy really did anymore.

The first encounter you and Cal had, you became drenched in enemy blood to defend him, still a stranger. For whatever reason your body moved to protect him, a stranger. And that made yourself even more of a target than after that ambush that cost you your trusty Lightsaber and them selling your information and current possible whereabouts to the Empire.

He wasn't easy to shake off after that.

It was impossible, actually, since now you're clearly crouched next to him, watching the busy market from a distance.

You tried running off after you made sure he wasn't hurt, you're not fond of staying in the same place for too long anymore. It simply wasn't safe, not that you're scared of an attack…but the more you fought back, the more they would send. And then you could eventually get overwhelmed – though you doubt that.

Losing him was impossible because he was quick as well, surprisingly nimble but he did have longer legs, taller than you in general, so he caught up to you before you had been able to fly off.

He tackled you that day, rolling down a grassy hill until you two ended at the foot of it, a tangled mess wrestling for the top of the pile to either pin the other down or to flee.

You won easily, The Force still rampaging through you like a storm. Also a reason why you took off, you didn't want to accidentally hurt someone innocent because you forgot how to control yourself.

You won but he didn't give up. He seemed awfully ecstatic with finding you. Not even the visible danger of your energy deterred the boy, blue and red sparks of your body basically short-circuiting under the force ‐ Ha. Ha. - and pressure of The Force as you pinned his arms next to his head, snarling at him to scare him off, all your fangs and canines on display.

"Leave me alone… or I might hurt you."

"Fine with me, just hear me out…please."

You did hear him out.

And you two weren't the last Jedi in the System.

There were more left than you thought.

Whether that was good or not…you're not alone.

Now you got dragged into his own Mission, eyeing the crowd with confusion. Not just because of the mission, but because of everything that just happened. One moment you were a fugitive on the run, living in caves and trees like…like the animal you technically are. The next, you're being told that there were Force Sensitive Children left and that some Stranger, also a Jedi of fucking course, wanted you to help them.

He wasn't alone.

This was the first time in years that you would have long time company and a team.

That spark or joy, part of the sparks that they missed to put out in your body, caused you to agree almost too eagerly. You were sick of your current life.

"What does that informant even look like?" You ask Cal, as he introduced himself, looking at the ginger, who quickly looked away again. Was he staring at you?

"Were y-" "I'm sorry…I just, I never met someone looking like you." "Are you aware of the creatures running around on that market? I look normal against some of them-"

He quickly shook his head, green eyes wide, "Wait no! You misunderstood me, really!" "Did I now?"

He scratches the back of his neck, stuttering as he wasn't sure how to say it without maybe saying the next wrong thing. The sun of the planet was starting to set, cooling the ground and you felt yourself dreading to start shivering.

"What I meant…I never met your…species?" To be perfectly honest, there was no better word to be neutral about it, race wouldn't have fit…since that is the subcategory of a species.

Your species had different races.

"You couldn't have really…" you mutter, keeping an eye out for the potentially suspicious behavior he told you to look for, trying to keep yourself busy from thinking back to the news your Master once told you, long before the Purge too.

"Why? Wait…is, was your species made like the Clones back then?" Wrong direction but he couldn't have known…well maybe he could've?

"My species is part of the extinction list, Cal. I might just be the last of my kind...or at least the last free one."

He freezes on his kneeling spot, not even continuing his uncomfortable shuffling from moments ago, if his eyes were wide before, they were saucers now, staring at you like you just got stabbed through the chest. "A-are you serious?!" "I might have a bit of a fucked up humor for a Jedi…but I don't joke about that." You return bitterly, one hand reaching for the small water flask at your hip belt, feeling his eyes on your long reptilian tail swishing back and forth behind you as you uncapped it with your teeth, the cap clanking against the cool metal.

It wasn't the most obvious part of you that screamed I'm not human but it sure seemed to keep his attention often. Just like your twin horns.

"Is it a like or dislike kinda thing?" The question was meant as serious as the topic he just accidentally cut into and he felt caught as he looked back at you, a tint to his face. "I-i…I'm sorry. They, you…well…it's fascinating."

If he thought you were fascinating, he probably has lived under a rock before.

He wasn't able to hide the fact that his eyes drew back behind you the moment he thought he wasn't watched, a smirk growing ever so slightly for you. "Just…just touch it, if that makes you stare at it less. Or take a picture, I guess…"

Cal froze again, something you could start counting on how often you had that effect on him as he slowly nodded, "I kinda want to…are your scales sharp?" Well, he will have to find that out on his own.

Spoiler: Not always.

Taking your binoculars back into your clawed hands, you laugh lightly as you move the appendage closer to him so he doesn't have to make it too obvious.

As you watch more extremely boring market visitors come and go, some weirder looking than the next, you hear a surprised gasp from the boy next to you. You had boldly planted your tail on his lap, his hands instinctively holding onto it to keep it from slipping off the slanted surface. "Uff, it's pretty heavy!" "Isn't it?" You ask unconcerned, having had to drag it behind you your whole life. You got used to the weight naturally, just like everyone gets used to the weight of their head.

It's nothing you really notice anymore.

"Can I touch…those too?"

Wha-

Before he could actually put a finger on them, you scoot away a bit, both hands plus binoculars shielding your horns protectively. "N-no." You stutter, uncharacteristic to your bold self, now it was you who began blushing.

"Th-they are sensitive to touch…"

He didn't not need to know the whole thing behind the horns of Dragon-People.

But luckily, he dropped the subject as he saw something from the corner of his eyes, turning around back to the edge you have been looking over for almost an hour now.

"There! That's him!" He subtly points towards a seriously plain looking man, brunette, pale skin, average height and apparently average weight. Even the clothes looked unassuming.

But you had your fair share of encounters in these years to safely say that that didn't mean shit in the Galaxy.

Even the most boring man or woman could be an excellent Assassin or Bounty Hunter underneath everything ordinary.

"Fine, then let's tail him to a more secluded area, then you can contact the people you talked about." You simply tell him, standing up from the ground, knees complaining about the sudden change of position. "Can't believe I have to say this at 18 years, but I'm getting too old for this…"

Or maybe you're on the run already for too long.

You slid down the nearby hangover, noticing the wear on your boots just a bit too much right now, feeling every pebble and rugged rock against the naturally armored soles of your feet. But that hadn't deterred you from your target, eyes following him into the crowd as you waved Cal after you.

"Hurry, he isn't exactly slow!" You whisper yelled behind you, playing with the stupid thought of simple Force Pulling the ginger after you. But you didn't need more blood on your clothes today, the market didn't need more bodies to clean up either.

Your outstretched hand behind you found his, tightening your grip once you could be sure he wouldn't fall over. While you pushed your way through the tight ways of the market, Cal had been busy apologizing to any person you pushed just a bit too hard. Be it by accident or simply because you could, you would leave that decision to Cal himself.

"Kyra you just pushed a kid!" "Do you need that information or not?" He cursed under his breath, probably because he knew that you're right. Pushed kids are collateral damage in some situations, especially since all these kids here…they didn't have to deal with your terrors and trauma. A little bit of a rough landing on the ground hopefully wouldn't kill them…

The man smelled distinctively of metal. Copper specifically. Blood.

You felt correct in your assumption that this informant wasn't as ordinary as he looked.

But that distinctive smell gave you the upper hand, smelling his trail through even all these spices, meats, vegetables and so on. "He is over there!" You grunt, feeling this mission becoming more and more like it was yours to begin with, assertiveness being a trait of yours since you have been still a youngling. Nobody would boss you around that quickly.

Pushing through a last bit of crowd, you two tumble through a drawn shut carpet, the usual…"doors" for the market on this planet. The probably least secure version and excuse of a door in the whole system…

And who would've thought, not even ten feet from you and your new, still stumbling but coming to a stop, companion, said Informant stood, eyes wide. "Who are you?!" He shouts, shaking in his very boots as he sees your toothy grin. "People who need to talk." And you could make him ta-

"My name is Cal, Cal Kestis. This is Kyra…I just realized I don't even know your last name-" "Why me?!" He yells, pulling a blaster from under his jacket, aiming it directly at your forehead, a scowl on your face as you grunt irritated, what a bother. "You don't need to do this, Tyron…" Cal decided to speak up calmly, holding his hands up to show him that he wasn't hostile. Clearly that didn't work as planned, the blaster was still tightly in the informant's hands, unwavering.

"You're from the Empire, aren't you, just spit it out!" He shouts, but the bustle of the outside of the market kept his panicked voice unheard. If you wanted this to be over soon, you had to step in before Cal, ever the diplomatic one, got you shot in the dome.

"I'm done playing games, buddy…" you growl slowly, teeth set in a snarl as you pull his Blaster from his hands with ease before repelling it instantly again before it even met your hand. Cal followed the high Arc the blaster took over the fabric walls of the small open tent with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. "I-i guess that is also a way to do- wait a moment, they're going to read your spike again!"

That's why you had to act quickly.

Next you pulled the man towards you, going up close and personal, only looking at Cal again once the stranger was securely in your physical grip, "Talk to him now. Tell him who sent you! We got five minutes at best."

Cal nodded and went to his questioning, which now that he was in deep shit without his weapon and in your iron grasp, the man answered incredibly quickly. As you held him, you realized the source of the smell of blood so potent on him…just bought meat, badly bled out. He was mostly ordinary then, beyond the Empire's Blaster he somehow had.

Though that did have to be a health violation to sell still bleeding meat cuts on a planet that was half an oven during most of the day.

As he was busy, you took your time to familiarize yourself with some of the layout…which was obviously simple.

Hard sand ground, eight tent poles at each side that held up the thin fabric walls, no real roof, just one more huge fabric square, lifted a few feet above said wall. You guessed it was for air circulation, but all you saw was a false escape. Was it just a bit wider, you could've squeezed through it with Cal on your back (or in your claws, but that would make you even more bulky) and escaped the soon to be there mass of Stormtroopers, perhaps an Inquisitor as well, without the need of physical confrontation.

Then you heard the plastic clanking, people yelling and general chaos erupting in a distance, coming closer.

"I kinda regret throwing the Blaster away-"

Cal, in the middle of drawing info from the man, slowly turns to look at you, "Do you now?" Instead of calling him out on being surprisingly sassy, you nod accepting. It had been too long of a day to fight back, you needed that concentration for the potential Inquisitor.

Cal nods again, now with the man again, whispering and normal volume talking happening. But you didn't listen to either, too busy sensing where they would come from. "Hurry up, they know we're in here, they just need to push thr-" "Okay we're done he-! HEY!"

As soon as you heard he had been ready, he was pulled to your side, not able to afford losing him after he promised you a place to sleep. "Tell me in which direction your ship is." You hiss quietly, quickly backing up from commotion on the opposite side of the opening.

Suddenly, the man from before wasn't against being close to you two, practically hiding behind you and your wings…

"Stand down Jedi!...wait…Second Sister? There is no one here."

The moment you got out from the tenting, you turned on your heels, Cal right behind you as you this time both carelessly pushed through the crowd. You hoped Cal was right when he said the ship was in this direction.

It took you your whole concentration on shutting in The Force back inside of you, that you couldn't focus on the happenings around you, so when Cal shouted your Name for some reason, you didn't immediately notice.

"What- Argh!" You yell out, feeling the sizzling pain at your scaled hips, burning through your minimalist clothing but not penetrating skin.

They saw you.

They found you.

This wasn't worth it, pushing through the masses. You either fought or…

"Come here!" He only sputtered out a still shocked 'what?!', his eyes fixated on your minimal blaster wound as you pulled him tightly against your front with your hands, gripping him tightly with a hiss from his side.

"What are you-""

With two flaps, warning the market visitors to stand aside essentially, you took three more and…

Off you were.

The Stormtroopers shouts became distant, the aggravated Inquisitor threw their tantrum on the ground... but that wasn't your problem anymore for now...

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[questforgalas]

“BD-1, thanks for being my friend” Cal Kestis needs to be protected at all costs he’s too precious for Star Wars

[lotherings-rose]

Hey, what you did there was pretty brave. 

[joshua-flipping-washington]

Gods, help me- I am way too in love with this game. And with this precious ginger haired Jedi, he has become my comfort character. On another note, I am completely in love with the beauty on Kashyyyk.

[whenthewallfell]

~Downtime~

Droids can have a little of Greez’s cooking, as a treat.

[chipthekeeper]

Jedi Fallen Order: “Escape is the only chance of survival” against Darth Vader

Vader:

Cal: “oh bitch you did NOT”

[narnian-neverlander]

“I don’t want Cal to fight anybody. I want him to be safe, I wanna protect him!”

Guys, he’s just like the rest of us when it comes to Cal, I’m gonna cry 😭💞

[softpadawan]

Liveblogging Jedi Fallen Order pt. 1

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

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

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

JEDI FALLEN ORDER IS MY FAVORITE STAR WARS MOVIE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Including this shot for No Reason At All

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued in Part 2

[the-chosen-anakin]

So now that I’ve fully played through Jedi: Fallen Order at least once, let me just announce that Cal Kestis is my cinnamon roll son whom I will protect at all costs.

[millers-planet]

Changes - Inquis!Cal Kestis x Jedi!Reader: part six

Cal has always been successful at his job for the Empire, getting accurate intel from credible sources… Jedi. However, when he’s told to capture the rebel who has made a new appearance across the galaxy, will his reputation be upheld as an inquisitor or will she slip through his fingers as something else than the enemy? - part five - full master list - changes master list -

Warnings: Spoilers and language

Notes: follows Dathomir storyline loosely.

POV: Reader’s

“Greez we got her, go!” Cere grabbed my shoulders as I climbed onto the Mantis, pulling me aboard and hitting the panel to close the door. We walked quickly to the cockpit and took our seats as he navigated our way out of the planets atmosphere and into hyperspace. “Are you okay?” She grabbed my chair and spun me around, pulling me into a tight hug.

Subconsciously, I pushed her off of me, why am I so apprehensive right now? “I was told by Cal that you received transmissions of me being taken off of Kashyyk and that you did nothing,” I kept my voice low in case these accusations were wrong, I didn’t want to point wrong fingers.

She sighed and looked at the ground, then back up to me. “We couldn’t decipher them, all we saw was an Imperial ship take off of the planet, it seemed more like interference than actual relayed information. By the time we realized you weren’t responding to comms, the ship was gone.

“I hope you can believe me when I say that I looked through every comms frequency of the Empire to try and see if they were talking about you or the Resistance and there was nothing. Nothing.” Cere looked at me with eyes full of, what I can only describe as, pain and guilt. She looked shameful for her actions that cost me so much time and pain... but I don’t know if I can forgive her for this.

I walked past her to the holotable, BD chirped as I loaded it up. “We need to go to Dathomir. There’s a tomb that’ll lead us to the holocron, I fully believe that this will begin the end of our journey.” 

Cere nodded and sat back down in her chair. “Hold on,” Greez interrupted. “You want to go there? That place is nothing but bad news, I’m telling ya kid.” 

I chuckled softly and sat down next to him, “yes, Greez. We need to go there if you want to rebuild the Jedi order.”

“I guess you make a convincing enough case,” he pushed a few buttons and tugged a little on the wheel. “To Dathomir,” he shuttered jokingly as he spoke the name, but something tells me that shutter was real.

As the Mantis landed, the dry and hot air blasted me in the face, catching me off guard. “Y/N,” Cere called. “Be careful.” I smiled and nodded, continuing on the rocky terrain, Greez’s anxious complaints fading into the background.

For some reason, I can’t get Cal’s voice out of my head, it’s echoing and loud inside the walls of my mind. “I’m not telling you these things to turn you against them, I’m telling you these things to protect you against them.” Was anything he said true, are the Jedi really so corrupt? He seemed so sentimental about it all, as if he was genuinely worried about me when I was standing there in front of him.

The hesitation in his hand as I was standing-well, pinned-in that room keeps playing over in my mind, too. The gentle pull back in his wrist as he was about to touch those buttons seemed not like a muscle spasm, but instead as a lapse in judgement or second-guessing himself. Maybe I’m looking too deep into things, maybe I’m seeing things that just aren’t there, but whatever light that was inside Cal is gone. I’m sure of that.

Whatever happened in that Fortress to me, I have to keep it down, I need to forget about it all. But, how do I forget something that made me so apprehensive towards my own crew-mates, my own friends? Damn you Cal and your manipulation, can’t you just leave me alone? Keep your composure, Y/N, just a little further.

A nightbrother charged at me, instead of using my saber, I just force-pushed him off the edge. I don’t have the time for this, I need to get to the tomb, but this nightsister has some grudge against the Jedi... maybe it’s justified-no. We are peacekeepers, were, at least.

Wandering into the tomb, I saw a gentle glowing blue hue on the door, I walked up to it and pressed my hand onto it. I thought it would maybe give off an echo, open a door, or something... but it just disappeared. “Whatever was once here, is gone,” I murmured to BD and to myself. I sat myself on a little meditation spot and began to collect myself, until I drifted elsewhere.

“Y/N, open the doors, open them!” I stood there, stricken with fear and watched as the clones fire against us, why? I thought we were friends, why is this happening. “Padawan!” Tapal shouted, he opened the Pod doors himself but was caught in the crossfire of blasterfire.

“No!” I cried, anger festered inside of me. He’s all I have left, he can’t go, he can’t. “Stop!” I screamed and time essentially froze, Jaro pulled me inside the Pod and closed the doors before collapsing on the ground. “Master? Get up, you have to.”

“The explosion will mask our escape. Be brave, this war is not over, my Padawan. Hold the line, wait for the Jedi Council’s signal.” I watched as he grabbed my hand and put his lightsaber in it, tears welled in my eyes. “Remember, trust only... in the Force.”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, “yes, master.” I watched him take his final breaths and die right in front of me, this is all my fault, if I only reacted quicker. I climbed into the chair next to me and gripped the lightsaber, holding on for dear life.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a dark, open area. I looked at my hands and saw an inquisitor lightsaber, not only that, but I was in inquisitor apparel. “I knew you’d come back,” Cal walked up to me with a smile on his face, but an underlying worried look. “I was so worried, did they hurt you? What did she do?”

I looked at him with curiosity, “they? She?”

He placed a gentle hand on my cheek, “they really did hurt you, huh? The Jedi, Cere. I told you to be safe on Zeffo when getting those artifacts, next thing I hear from stormtroopers is that you’re fighting my old master. I knew I shouldn’t of let you go off on your own.”

While I didn’t really know the full situation at hand and why Cal was so worried about me-let alone why I’m dressed an inquisitor-everything was making sense, feeling wise. His hand on my cheek felt relaxing, despite my bones telling me to kill him. His gaze drifted off me and to a figure behind me, fear engulfed his face, “behind you!” 

I turned around and without any second thought, ignited my saber, only to realize the one on the other end was Cere. “Oh, what have I done?” She collapsed to the ground, under me. I screamed in shock, in pain, in confusion, gripping my lightsaber and slamming my eyes closed.

Opening them once more, I looked at the broken lightsaber in my hands, tears filling my eyes. Everything is turning upside down.

Part seven