#re. au ↳ star wars

[erad1cator]

tag / drop !

[vcrtexed]

there's an arm laying on the ground between them , blood absent and the edge of the wound cauterized , fingers still looped against the trigger of a blaster . it takes a long moment for rose to register exactly what's happened . her own blaster is clasped between both hands , steady and aimed at the ground as if the arm might come to life at any moment and finish its intentions .

it wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd seen .

" couldn't you have set it on stun or something ? there's not even a blood trail to follow . " a frustrated huff as she tucks the blaster back into its holster , head tilting back to try to find where the blast had come from that had , mercifully , saved her own life while regrettably allowing their now armless suspect to stumble into the shadows and disappear .

attention turns to anakin , arms crossing over her chest , expression hopeless . " someone wanted to make sure either i didn't get blasted , or , more likely , our friend didn't talk . but our friend's friend has really shit aim , so i guess it's possible that was meant for me . " she's rambling in frustration and she knows it . she falls silent , brain turning over far too many options as she looks around them . it was supposed to be an easy case . but nothing ever went according to plan , did it ?

a slight smirk pulls to her lips as she spots a dilapidated landspeeder that she's sure must have been through hell and back . " how do you feel about hotwiring a really old speeder to see if we can find whoever was trying to shut us up? "

@sithdestined : " of all the illegal things i’ve done ,  that is probably the least illegal ."

a grin as she nods toward the speeder . " i was hoping you'd say that . "

[scarbound]

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[unstoppablc]

@moonofiego ( anakin ) asked : ❛  how are you holding up?  ❜

she had watched her home burn to the ground years before . but it's a sight one doesn't forget , a sight that is forever etched in a mind and on the inside of eyelids so that you can't escape the fear even in sleep . it didn't matter how long it had been , how far removed she was from mandalore or how many survivors she found ... the image of rost pushing her from a cliff into a body of water to save her is forever etched in her mind and no one can replace him . no survivor is worth as much as finding him would be .

aloy has assimilated as best she can , but being around the jedi is surreal . she'd heard stories , had been told she could count on them but they hadn't been able to stop the bombs . though , she can't blame them . she doesn't know the limits of the force . it isn't for her to question . all she can do is try to make the most of her life ... an outcast of sorts . bounced between locations and jobs ... a mandalorian without a home .

eyes pull towards the jedi as he interrupts her thoughts . she can't force a smile to her lips , not one that would be believed . but she nods , pulling herself from thoughts of bombs and loss . " as good as i can , i guess . " a pause before she shifts , turning to face him . " i guess i'm just nervous ... no where seems to keep me around for long and i can't really understand what use the jedi have for me . "

[blackseafoam]

Marked Part II

Part 1

A Bad Batch x Red Dead Redemption crossover AU (with illustrations :)

Word count: 1695

CW: Stuff you'd normally find in a western story. Swearing, smoking, gun touting, arrow wounds, horse jokes.

Two uneventful days went by for the Bad Batch Gang. They began to think the weird interaction in Valentine really was just that, nothing more.

“Why can’t I try a rifle?” Meggy kicked at a rock in her path.

“Because a rifle doesn’t work on small game.” Echo smirked, adjusting the shotgun in his elbow.. “There won’t be anything left of the critter. Plus, a bow is a great weapon. I’d have one too if I could.”

The youngest and oldest siblings picked their way quietly through the forest just north of camp. They’d managed to grab one squirrel all morning, but the forest was unusually quiet today. “Let’s head back, hopefully Crosshair had better luck.”

“No luck for you today, I’m afraid.” A strangers voice startled the pair as a towering figure stepped out from behind a tree. The blue-jacketed man from town. His revolver raised toward Echo.

Meggy froze, Echo raised his shotgun. “Stay away.”

“Don’t be a fool, we know that’s birdshot.” A scar-faced man appeared. Followed by three other armed men. “Just drop it.”

Echo let out a frustrated groan placed his shotgun on the dirt.

“Are you okay, kid?” one of the three goons asked, a young black man with a scarf.

“She’s exactly where she belongs.” Echo spat.

“Hey I wasn’t asking you!”

Meggy stood silently, still frozen.

“See? She’s terrified!” Another spoke up with a thick irish accent. “We outta blow your other arm off, kidnapper.”

“This is a misunderstanding, we saved-”

“Quiet!” The man in blue growled. “Walk back to camp, we’re gonna meet your friends. Sean, take the kid to the horses and wait for the signal.”

-

Arthur was somewhat relieved to see only two figures as he pushed his hostage into the kidnapper’s camp, but that only meant the remaining two were unaccounted for still. Theone with the red scarf was chopping firewood while the glasses-wearing one was grooming a horse on the farther end of camp.

“Hands up, drop the ax.” Arthur called from the edge of the clearing, gun still trained on the one-armed man’s back, using him as a shield. Lenny, John, and Javier fanned out on either side, weapons drawn.

“Weapons on the ground, or Lefty gets it. This is your only warning.” He put a hand on Echo’s shoulder and pulled him backward.

“Your knife too.” Lenny barked at Hunter.

With a nod from their leader the three gang members gathered the two new hostages.

-

Sean and Meggy watched the others disappear into the trees.

“Alright kid, let’s go. You’re safe now.” Sean beckoned the girl toward the horses where they were to wait for the signal. She did not follow. When the irishman turned around, her bow was trained on him.

“No, no. I’m here to save you kid. Meghan, right? We’re bringing you home!” He stammered.

“I am home.” She curled her lip, and let the arrow fly.

-

It had been ten whole minutes since Arthur had whistled for Sean to bring down the horses. “Where is that bastard?” Arthur said under his breath.

They had their hostages kneeling on the forest floor as Javier bound their hands. The trio eyed their captors with an intense vitriol but said nothing. It was abundantly obvious these were no run of the mill outlaws, these were battle-trained men. Arthur was not going to let his guard down.

Just then the sound of hoof steps came from behind. Sean led them from his steed, an arrow was embedded firmly in his thigh.

“Where’s the girl?!” Javier opened his arms in confusion.

“She got away!” Sean spat, grimacing and pressing on his thigh where the arrow shaft bounced with every stride of his mount.

“You gotta be kidding me, Sean. You had ONE job!” Arthur groaned.

“Goddamnit.” John cursed.

“She SHOT me!” Sean motioned to the arrow, as if no one had noticed it.

Arthur glanced at the hostages. Their intense, angry stares held a new smugness at the news that the girl had escaped. He drew a pained sigh. “Javier, Lenny, take these fellas to the sheriff in Valentine. Sean, John, ride with me we’re gonna find that girl.” He holstered his revolver and mounted up.

Sean nodded stiffly.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked in a low voice as he neared the horses.

“Not to worry, English, takes a lot more than one arrow to take out a Maguire.” He choked out.

“Leave it in, nothing we can do about it till we get back to camp.”

Sean’s positive demeanor wilted then, realizing he’d have to ride with an impaled thigh for another couple hours at the very least.

Javier and John mounted, guns still drawn, and walked Hunter, Echo, and Tech down the trail toward Valentine. The rest rode in the opposite direction.

-

Meggy ran like she had never run in her life. Her boots catching on branches almost took her out several times, but she didn’t let it slow her. Crosshair and Wrecker were somewhere out here, she had to warn them about what was going on.

“Meggy!” A raspy voice hissed out of nowhere.

Meggy stopped in her tracks. Confusion written on her face.

“Up here.”

Meggy looked up, Crosshair was perched high up in a Douglas Fir.

“Crosshair!” The girl said as loudly as she dared. “They took Echo!”

“I know, I saw the whole thing. Climb up here, they’re coming back.”

Meggy had never climbed a tree before, but she had to be brave. She clambered one branch at a time until she was a few levels below her brother, then decided it was enough.

“Where’s Wrecker?” She breathed hard from the exertion.

“I don’t know.”

As if on cue their brother appeared through the tree trunks below, striding back toward camp with an armful of game traps he’d retrieved.

“Psssst Wrecker!” Meggy hissed.

“He can’t hear you.” Crosshair threw a pine cone down toward his half-deaf brother’s head with pinpoint accuracy.

“OW!” Wrecker turned and looked up. “Hey! What are you two doing in a tree?!”

Meggy and Cross motioned him to be quiet and beckoned him up.

The three siblings balanced on their branches, the one Wrecker was on creaking concerningly. Holding their breath, they watched the bounty hunters searching for them in the forest below. Crosshair held his rifle ready to retaliate at the slightest glance in their direction, Meggy and Wrecker could do nothing but wait.

After several, slow, agonizing minutes, the men moved on.

“Who’s that?” Wrecker whispered.

“I don’t know but they have Echo!” Meggy tried to hold in a sob.

“We’ll get him back.” Wrecker growled. “Come on.” He started back down the tree.

“Stop. There are too many of them. We need a plan.” Crosshair hissed.

“Let’s go back to camp.” Wrecker suggested. “We’ll get Hunter and Tech and then get Echo.”

-

An hour of searching yielded no results, the bounty had fled. Arthur knew when the trail had run cold, and this one was ice.

“Don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last, English.” Sean gasped in pain for the twelfth time. It was time to give up. Even if they did find the bounty, Sean would be no help bringing them in, and he wasn’t confident with the marksman and the bruiser being the ones unaccounted for.

“John, get Sean home. I’ll meet the others in town.”

-

The cell in the Sheriff’s office reeked of must and the unwashed fabric of the thin mattress on the floor. Hunter, Tech, and Echo sat on the ground as far away from it as possible.

On their way in, Hunter had noticed Meggy’s bounty poster… her reward was more money than they ever would’ve imagined. Why all this fuss over one kid? Why couldn’t they just be left alone?

“The Van der Linde Gang.” Tech thoughtfully mumbled to himself.

“The Van der Linde Gang?” Echo scoffed. “What’s that?”

“I read about them in the paper, I have a hunch that’s who we’re dealing with.” Tech said softly, eyeing the deputy at the desk across the room.

“How do you know that?” Hunter whispered.

“The one calling the shots, I believe his name is Arthur Morgan, has a vicious reputation. He is one of Dutch Van der Linde’s right hand men.”

“Yeah he’s the one we ran in to in town.” Hunter said in a worried hush.

“QUIET IN THERE!” The Deputy scolded.

They fell silent for a few minutes.

“How long have we been here?” Echo whispered

Tech, the only one who wore a watch, checked it. “Four hours.”

Echo sighed.

“I SAID QUIET! Final warning.” The Deputy hit the table with his fist.

-

Wrecker, Crosshair, and Meggy ducked through the underbrush as quickly and quietly as possible. Stopping every so often to listen for their pursuers. When they arrived at camp they waited and watched for at least an hour, making sure the bounty hunters were not around.

“Is it safe yet?” Meggy dared a whisper.

“We need a plan, first.” Wrecker scratched his chin.

Crosshair’s uncanny stillness finally broke. “I’ll tack up Havoc. Wrecker and Meggy get Murray* on the wagon. We’ll go to town and carefully scope it out to see if we can figure out where they took them.”

(*Murray is Marauder’s nickname)

Meggy and Wrecker nodded and the troop finally stood from their hiding place. Meggy looked up at Crosshair, his brow was knotted with deep concern. She gently tugged on his sleeve. “We’re gonna find them, Crosshair, don’t worry.” She smiled.

The marksman nodded back but barely looked at her.

Soon enough they were on the road. Wrecker drove the wagon while crosshair took up the rear on his mount, and Meggy was relinquished to riding in an empty crate to stay out of sight. She jostled inside, now that the adrenaline had worn off the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. A few stray tears slid down her face. The universe had just given her a family and now it was trying to take it away. Maybe it really would’ve been better for everyone if she just stayed at that stupid school.

Taglist: @dragonrider9905 @omegafett99 @griffedeloup

Author’s note:

Hello beautiful readers! So many of you have given me such good ideas for this AU. This is a kind of “I’m making it up as I go” story with several solid story beats I’m working toward. That being said I’d love to hear more detail ideas for this crossover if you have them! And I will try to incorporate them in.

For example: someone suggested that Gonky be their disabled dog and I love that so much, I want to figure out how to ret con it in. Stuff like that.

Anyway thank you for reading and for all the enthusiasm!’ I read every single tag, reblog, and reply (multiple times).

[bonefall]

So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.

My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.

With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.

That's what I need to do with Skystar.

MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.

A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.

Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.

So BB!Star Flower...

Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.

(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.

He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.

But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)

Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.

But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).

And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.

Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.

A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.

You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.

I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.

I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school

But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.

She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.

The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.

Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.

[hithisiszooz]

Jack: what have you become..??

Vlad: I am.. what you made me

[omaano]

“You’ve come for your turn early,” the stranger says, turning to look at Boba as if Gregor does not exist. Gregor flashes Boba a grin, all too-sharp teeth, as the stranger steps away, shaking off the attractive glamour as if it’s nothing. Gregor seems as delighted as Boba is troubled to realise that their would-be customer is more cunning than he seems.

Mereel & Family Booksellers by binz, shiplizard

Allow me to recommend one more awesome Bobadin fic - since @sidhebeingbrand and @toughbreaks were kind enough to let me illustrate their fic for my "Jaster lives" square for @bobadinweek's Bobadin AU bingo card... with a bit of cheating - my love for which only grows and grows with time (and trust me, it does get better with every re-read! ). Fantastic and delightful world building with Victorian era and fae magic, and beautifully written characters where every single one of them vibrate with life. (Boba gets to suffer his 99 siblings, Jango is forced through some emotional catharsis kicking and screaming, and Din is trying his best to be a dad of a fae child. It's just the best, okay?) I'll eventually want to make one more drawing for chapter 2, I just realized during my latest re-read that I imagined the whole scene wrong ^^;

[bytebun]

hey don’t cry. 10 million blorbos from your shows, okay?

[thebrainofocto]

Ayooo more oc

My Nautolan boy Lilian, an aspiring librarian and archivist learning under master Nu

[mosylufanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Han Solo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Roommates, Fluff and Humor, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers Summary:

"Come on," she wheedles. "I'll do the laundry for two weeks. I'll pay for beer the next time we go out." She waves her hands in the air, momentarily flailing around for more ideas. "I'll go down on you."

Cassian looks up then. "You're not going to go down on me."

She snorts on sheer impulse. "You underestimate the depths of my desperation."

  Or, the one where Jyn and Cassian start doing each other sexual favours. Because, why not.

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from @scifibi

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 10

FINAL PART

I know this one is a bit longer but 10 is a nice number so oh well

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile Luc finds an empty X-wing)

Luc: Am I supposed to get into this?

Flight crew worker: Where's your flight suit?

Luc: Look you guys have really poor management. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Flight Crew worker: (Hastily shoves an ugly orange jumpsuit into Luc’s arms) Quick get ready and get in that X-wing. (Points to the one Luc was standing by which now has R2D2 in the droid compartment) Your call sign is Red 5, may the force be with you! (Runs off)

Luc: (Drops the flight suit on the floor) Ew. (Begins climbing into the cramped cockpit of the X-wing, only puting the helmet on because the suit was ugly) This place will be receiving a 1 star review!

(R2 beeps in agreement) [Side note while in the X-wing you can understand R2 because the ship translates his beeps)

Luc: Yeah R2! Agree with me because I’m always right!

(R2 beeps the equivalent of Yeah! Lets blow those MFs out of the sky!)

Luc: Oh! Okay then.

(Luc closes the X-wing hatch and straps into the ship)

Obi-wan: The force will be with you always.

Luc: Gramps? What the heck?! (Looking around but it was only a voice)

(There is no response)

Luc: I’ve got an old grandpa haunting me, that's fun.

(A few moments later the possy of x-wings arrive at the death star which is now only minutes from being in range with the rebel base.)

Red Leader: All fighters report in

Red ten: Red ten standing by

Red seven: Red seven standing by

Biggs: Red three standing by

Porkins: Red six standing by

Wedge: Red two standing by

Red eleven: Red eleven standing by

Luc: Ayo what’s popping!

Red leader: (Sternly) Call sign please

Luc: Red five, Jeez bestie.

Red leader: Lock S-foils in attack position. We’re passing through their magnetic field hold tight… okay switch deflectors on! Double Front!

Luc: (Ignoring every order and pressing random buttons) Uh… they should really provide tutorials for these things. 

(R2 beeps and makes the ship do what it’s supposed to)

Luc: Alright then, you fly, I’ll shoot. (Grasps the gun controls)

(R2 beeps happily and steers the x-wings towards the other X-wings)

(The ships come up on the death star)

Wedge: Look at the size of that thing

Luc: Yhea and I already escaped it because I’m cool like that.

Red Leader: Cut the chatter Red 2 and 5

Luc: Okay mom (Rolls eyes)

(Some war talk between old men who cares it just means the fight is starting)

Luc: (Makes a nose dive toward the action) YEAH LETS MURDER THESE GUYS!

Red Leader: I did not give you author-

Luc: Don’t care bye loser (Speeds off into the fight)

(Luc blows up some satellite dishes or something)

Dude in the Yavin war room: Enemy fighters coming your way pilots.

(A group of tie fighters appear one on Bigg’s tail)

Luc: Big man you got a little something behind you.

Biggs: Where? I can’t see it!

(The tie-fighter fires at biggs and misses)

Biggs: I can’t shake em! (Dives towards the Death star)

Luc: (Leasuraly flying upside down) Man I really have to do everything! (Follows behind the Tie chasing biggs. Luc fires and hits) Yeah take that loser!

(Vader is piloting one of the Ties he breaks off and begins following Luc)

Biggs: Watch it wormie!

Wedge: Careful Luc!

(One of the ties hits luc’s hull)

Luc: Hey, Don't touch me without consent! R2 turn the ship around I need to kill someone

Biggs: Luc you turn around you die

Luc: (Hmph) fine!

Red Leader: Red five where are you?

Luc: Uh trying not to die?

Red leader: Well get over here

Luc: I’m contemplating mutiny

Biggs: They have a fighter on their tail we can’t get over there red leader

Luc: Ugh I can’t shake this stupid fighter

Wedge: I got him! (Shoots the tie and Biggs joins in the blaster fire)

Luc: Jeez, is he dead yet?

Wedge: I think so

Luc: Good.

( Gold leader goes into the tench to try and blow up the death star and dies)

Luc: Wow sucks to suck

Red Leader: Re group

Luc: What if I don’t want to?

Red Leader: I can have you court martialed for insubordination

Luc: Oh I’m definitely committing mutiny! (Reluctantly re groups)

(Red leader goes into the trench to blows up the death star, misses, and dies)

Luc: Yeah and stay dead!

Biggs: What your saying could be considered treason

Luc: Good! I hate him. Once this is over I’m gonna stomp on his grave… Now what?

Wedge: I don’t know you’re the boss

Luc: What? Why?

Biggs: You’re the main character

Luc: Fair enough… uhhhhhh, let’s blow up the death star I guess

Biggs: Alright we're going in

Luc: I can’t decide whether I like being in charge or not, never mind I do. Wedge do a backflip with your X-wing.

Wedge: What?! Were in the middle of a war I could die.

Luc: I don’t care!

Wedge: Fine! (Quickly flips his ship)

(The three dive into the trench, the X-wings following close.)

Wedge: There to close I can’t stay

Luc: Okay coward bye we don’t like you!

(Wedge leaves. Luc gets their shot lined up as the ties close in on Biggs. Vader pulls the trigger and blows up biggs)

Luc: Big man? (Turns and sees he’s dead) Well slay literally.

(3 tie fighters charge down the trench towards luc. Vader is in the middle, his sights locked on the X-wing.

Luc: Great guess I have to be the protagonist now! (Aims toward the exhaust port on the death star getting ready to fire.)

Ghosti-wan: use the force luc…

Luc: (Looks up at the stars seeing no one) Gramps can you stop doing that this is really a bad time?

Ghosti-wan: let go…

Luc: Hey when where you gonna tell me you were suicidal?

Ghosti-wan: LET GO!

Luc: Alright jeez! (Let’s go off the controls) Jesus take the wheel!

Ghosti-wan: No, not literally! Meantaly.

Luc: Well maybe you should try being more clear! (Luc shuts off their targeting computer, grips the guns and closes their eyes allowing the force to flow through them.)

Vader: The force is strong with this one…

Rebel guy in the base: Their computer is off. Luc your targeting computer is off! What’s wrong?

Luc: Nothing! Leave me alone! (returns to the zone)

(Vader locks onto Luc’s ship and fires hitting R2)

Luc: Well guess I have to learn to fly now!

Ghosti-wan: USE THE FORCE

Luc: OKAY! I get it!

 (They close their eyes again and their body subconsciously flies the ship via the force bc Luc is just amazing like that)

(On the death star)

Imperial Officer: Rebel base in range.

Tarkin: You may fire when ready!

(The death star begins powering up seconds away from firing. Will Luc make the shot? Will Vader kill them??? OH THE SUSPENSE!)

Vader: (Lines up a shot) I have you now!

(The two other tie-fighters close in on Luc as well making it impossible to escape)

Luc: Well I guess I die now!

(Suddenly Vader takes a surprise hit from a ship flying in from above sending him spinning through space)

Vader: What.

(The Falcon flies above the trench. It dives into the trench on a crash course with the remaining tie fighters. Scared the pilots fall for the trick and accidentally crash into each other as they try to evade the Falcon)

Han: (Over the Com) Yahoo! You’re all clear kid now let's blow this thing and go home!

(Luc stretches out with the force and at the last second fires. Both torpedoes make it in and the two ships fly away from the death star as fast as they can. Flying through space with the giant explosion behind them.)

(As they fly back to the base)

Han: Great kid! That shot was 1 in a million!

Ghosti-wan: Remember the force will be with you… always…

Luc: Yeah great I blew up the death star but can someone please tell this ghost to stop stalking me and giving me cryptic messages! It’s kinda annoying.

Han: What?!

Luc: Nevermind your brain would never be able to process the information

Han: I feel like that's an insult

Luc: I don’t know

(The ships land back on Yavin four with the rest of the rebels bc somehow not everyone died)

Leia: Luc! Luc! Luc!

(She throws her arms around both Han and Luc. Luc is disgusted and attempts to get away from Leia's grasp.)

Luc: (Peals Leia’s arm off of them) We’re not that close! DON’T touch me!

Leia: Oh I’m sorry. I’m just excited! We actually did it!

Han: We? What did you do?

Leia: Alright fine Luc actually did it!

Han: Hey!

Luc: Yeah that’s right! Han doesn’t exist!

Leia: (To Han) I will say I’m shocked you came back

Han: Hey I wasn’t gonna let them have all the glory

Luc: Chewie talked him into it

Han: Well maybe… but I’m here nonetheless.

Leia: (Sarcastically) I’m so happy! 

Han: Hey what’d I do

Leia: I’m kidding I’m glad you came back

Luc: I’m not!

(He ignores Luc’s remark, turning to Threepio who is running around frantically)

Threepio: OH DEAR OH DEAR! R2 why must you always get yourself into trouble!

Han: What’s wrong with him?

Luc: His bestie got shot

Threepio: Sir Sir! Do you think they can repair him? I’ll gladly donate any parts he may need.

Luc: I don’t know I’m not a mechanic why are you asking me? Still I like that little guy. TECHNICIAN?!

Technician: He’ll be fine

Threepio: Oh thank the maker!

Luc: Threepio you should audition for a soap opera

Threepio: Oh I’m not very good at performing sir.

Luc: Mhm…

  (Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main 

               temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners 

               are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the 

               beautiful Princess Leia. Luc and the others solemnly 

               march up the long aisle and kneel in front of the princess (Except for Luc who definitely stands). From 

               one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired 

               Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to 

               an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the 

               whole event. Chewbacca is confused (Why? Idk that’s just what the script says). Dodonna and several other 

               dignitaries sit on the left of Princess Leia. Leia is 

               dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.  

               She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He 

               winks at her. )

Luc: (mumbles) EW

(She then repeats the ceremony with Luc. They turn and face the assembled 

               troops, who all bow before them.

Luc: YES BOW TO ME PEASANTS! 

(Chewbacca growls and R2 beeps with happiness. Luc notices that Chewie does not have a medal. They have a genius Idea. They walk away from their position in the middle of the ceremony and go over to Han. Han gives them a confused look then they grab Han’s medal and rip it from his neck)

Han: (Trying to get his medal back from the gremlin) Hey! What’s the big Idea.

(Luc happily skips over Chewie's attempts to put it around Chewie's neck, decides they're too short and hands it to him instead.)

Luc:(Hands chewie the medal)  Here! (Innocent smile)

(Chewie puts the medal on shrugging as Han stands shocked behind his friend. Luc returns to their spot as if nothing happens and there is some awkward silence followed by awkward clapping and finally and that’s where our story ends… for now.)

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@moonofiego ( ahsoka ) asked : ❝ the sooner we are gone from this place, the better. ❞

the other's words sit as a hiss between them . it takes everything in her to not roll her eyes as she peeks around the edge of a building . "no... i'm taking my next vacation here ... " her voice drips with sarcasm . brows pinch as eyes study the movement of the droids . they'd gotten themselves in a less than ideal situation , hadn't they ? a hand moves to grip the blaster hanging at her hip... her security blanket . " sorry ... i get a bit nervous staring down the patrol of droids that could probably put more holes in me than i could even dream of ." she should have worn the beskar . but she wanted to go unnoticed and one tends to take note if there's a mandalorian running around . " can't you ... wave your hand and do something about it ? "

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Blorbo mcbingus of the week: Toro Calican

Psst. New series upcoming 👀

Transcript below the cut:

The suns started to rise not long after it appeared Fennec had woken up. She made a show of yawning and rolling her shoulders as best as she could.

"Oh look, the suns are coming up."

"Quiet."

Fennec sighed. "Listen. There's still time for me to make my rendezvous in Mos Espa. Take me to it and I can pay you double the price on my head."

"Oh really?" Toro's eyes were wide as he put a hand to his chest in mock surprise. "And I've been personally summoned to officiate a Hutt's wedding." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not worried about getting paid.”

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Broken Promises

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a master thief, given the task to steal a lightsaber from a Jedi temple. In the process of getting away, you run into someone you never thought you’d see again.

A/N: slight AU in which Qimir really is just some hot dorky guy and not a hot sexy Sith.

It brought you a sense of pride hearing Jedi scramble about in the middle of the night. Their false sense of security disintegrated after word reaching to them that an intruder had stolen the relic from them - a lightsaber that belonged to an esteemed Jedi knight.

You couldn’t help but let a giggle escape as you climb over the walls of the Jedi temple. You jump down, going into a tuck and roll. You regain your composure and look back down into your satchel, the saber still inside.

You pull up your hood and scarf to cover your face and waltz into the crowd of people celebrating the Moon Festival.

All kinds of people and species don similar robes as you wear. The colors of dark blue and light blue to represent the moons of Tython. Once every few cycles, the moons appear beside each other and is meant to grant good luck and fortune to Tython’s inhabitants. Thus a festival to celebrate that look and fortune emerged.

You knew because of the festival, everyone would be distracted, even the Jedi that lived at the temple that housed the relic saber.

You weave through the crowd, keeping your head low and a firm grip on your satchel. You hear a commotion and look behind you to see a group of Jedi making their way through the crowd, looking for you.

You continue the direction you’re going, trying your best not to look suspicious. As you turn a corner, someone takes hold of your wrist and pulls you into an alley way.

You hand immediately goes to your dagger on your hip. You use your weight to press the assailant against the wall, blade at their neck.

Your eyes widen when you see who grabbed you.

You yanked you hood back and pull your scarf from your face, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“And you’re supposed to be dead.”

You step back and sheath your weapon, “What are you doing here, Qimir?”

The man fixes his robes and sweeps some of his hair out of his face, “I heard a rumor you got hired for a job here. Thought ‘that’s not possible. I watched her die.’ Figured I’d see if I was wrong and,” he gestures to your being, “I was. Here you are living and breathing.”

You scoff, “Yes, I’m sure this is quite a shock considering you left me to die!” You sneer at the man.

He holds his hands up, “To be fair, that was a fatal blow. What was the point of staying?”

“Maybe to see if there was a chance I lived? Which there clearly was!”

You hear the glow of sabers near you and immediately start undoing your dark blue robe, “Switch robes with me. Now!”

“What? Why-“

“Now, Qimir!”

The man scrambles as he undoes his cloak, handing it to you while you toss yours at him. You both quickly re-dress as footsteps near.

“Okay, now-mmf!” Qimir’s words go interrupted as your lips press against his.

The glow of a blue lightsaber causes you to pull away with a gasp, “Oh! Um,” you giggle nervously at the Jedi who seemed uncomfortable to have witnessed you and Qimir in such a state.

The young man clears his throat, “Apologies, but, have you seen a suspicious person dressed in dark blue robes pass by?”

You snort, “A person dressed in dark blue robes? That’s like half of this planet right now.”

“You didn’t see anyone that seemed like they didn’t belong?”

You shake your head, “No, sir. To be quite honest we’ve been a little,” you gesture between you and Qimir, “preoccupied, as you noticed.”

The Jedi uncomfortably clears his throat, “Yes, well, apologies. If you do see or hear anything, please report it to the Jedi temple immediately.”

You salute to the man, “Will do.”

“Um, enjoy your night,” he says before he and the few other Jedi behind him continue around the corner.

You let out a deep breath and look back at Qimir, who was smirking at you, “Did you get better at kissing?”

You roll your eyes and tug him by the sleeve to follow you back out into the crowd. Stumbling after you, he asks, “Where are we going?”

“To meet my client and get my money.”

“Why are you taking me?”

“Because I don’t trust you not to turn me in to those Jedi.”

The further you walk from the celebrations, the quieter things become. Your hold on Qimir doesn’t loosen until you make your way to the forest where you hid your ship.

“Wow,” Qimir stands in awe of the vessel, “You’ve upgraded.”

“Had to since you left me to die and stole my ship.”

You two walk up the ramp and head towards the cockpit. You hear Qimir sigh as he follows you, “You’re still angry about that?”

You throw yourself into the pilot’s seat and start up your ship. Aggressively, flipping switches, pressing buttons, “Yes, Qimir! I’m still angry about it! We were a team! We were lo-“, you stop yourself, “We were friends. I thought I meant more to you than that. I was clearly wrong.”

You slowly bring the ship into the air and go full speed ahead, causing Qimir to fall backward right in his butt.

He groans as he does his best to bring himself to his feet, “I’m sorry! I am!”

Once in the atmosphere, you hit the hyperdrive and go into hyperspace.

You turn in the pilot’s chair to face Qimir, who’s looking down at you with a sad expression, “I hurt you and I’m sorry. But I am glad you’re not dead…and since I didn’t say anything to the Jedi-“

“Oh fuck off!” You stand and push past him, “Just because you didn’t turn me in, you think you deserve a cut?”

“I’m kidding….mostly,” he responds as he follows you to the sleeping quarters. He leans against the wall as you walk behind a changing screen.

“So…you didn’t really think to see me after all this time?” He asks.

You snort, “Again, you left me to die.”

“I don’t know what you would’ve wanted me to do, Y/N.”

After changing into comfier clothes, you stomp out from behind the changing screen, “To stay with me! Even if I were to die, I wouldn’t have been alone! That’s what hurts the most, Qimir! After you promised you’d always be at my side and that you cared about me, the time I needed you the most, you weren’t. You broke your promise.”

Qimir observes your broken expression, the facade of being collected and intimidating having melted away. He slowly walks up to you, slipping his hands into yours, “I know. I’m sorry, but I’m here now. I wouldn’t be here if I still didn’t care. When I heard that you were alive and still taking jobs, I hoped, prayed even, that it was true, that you were alive. That I could see you again.”

He presses his forehead against yours and you sigh, “I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

“You made me work for your trust the first time. I’ll work for it this time as well.” He kisses your forehead and steps back, “Now let’s go get your money, shall we?” He shoots you that grin that made you fall for him all those years ago.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you mumble as you let go of his hands and head back to the cockpit to steer you towards your waiting client.