#user: ceres.

[ceresfromnationstates]

Just Calvin and Amba dressed in thieir countries' camies dancing.

General Amba Sing belongs to @ambasingresident.

[letzgetsilly]

Based on: https://x.com/punkittdev/status/1609123278878314496?s=46&t=eh1r9dqvCJ5Qp5z4NFX0Lg

[bumpscosity]

started fallen order. maybe i'll finally understand why so many people care about this guy and his poncho

[aureliahillshqs]

todos conocen a KATARINA VIVIANNE GRIMALDI-CASIRAGH, pero su reputación está por descubrirse.

cere, ¡bienvenide a @aureliahillshqs! nos encanta tenerte con nosotres. a partir de ahora contás con 24 hs para enviarnos la cuenta, en caso de necesitar más tiempo, ¡no dudes en solicitarlo! pst! también queremos contarte que si todavía no rellenaste este form, nos serviría mucho que lo hicieras. ¡gracias!

OUT OF CHARACTER: 

nombre/alias: cere.

¿tenés más de 21 años? sí / no. 

zona horaria o país: gmt +1.

nivel de actividad estimado: seis.

triggers: incesto, pedofilia, non-con, maltrato animal.

¿aceptás que tu personaje se vea involucrado en las intervenciones realizadas por la administración del grupal?sí / no. 

¿algo que agregar?: 🧸

IN CHARACTER: 

nombre: katerina vivianne grimaldi-casiraghi.

faceclaim: chloe rose robertson.

cupo: 02.

edad y fecha de nacimiento: veinticuatro años.

descripción física:        (**) mechones de dorado cabello ondulado enmarcan rostro angelical, siempre perfectamente colocados excepto los días en los que duerme más de la cuenta, se extienden hasta la altura del pecho. mirada oceánica está resaltada la mayoría de las veces por sutil aplicación de máscara de pestañas, y sus labios tienen siempre un tono rosado y brillante, sonrisa de blanca dentadura mostrándose siempre detrás. con una altura de 1,73 postura siempre es recta y figura se transforma en gracilidad. tiene un pequeño tatuaje justo debajo de su oreja, un pájaro que abre sus alas.

descripción psicológica: es como un soplo de aire fresco, eso es lo que dicen aquellos que la conocen demasiado o que apenas lo han hecho unos minutos. siempre parece tener energía inagotable, es criatura que se mueve a propio compás y sabe cómo manejar situaciones. divertida, ocurrente y soñadora, habla como si tuviera gran público delante que la admirara. es natural, muchas veces deja que las emociones la consuman ya sea de manera negativa o positiva, es pasional, sucumbe muchas veces a emocionalidad, otras pareciera que es acogedora y ligera, sin embargo hay algo en el brillo de sus ojos que deja en evidencia que se está conteniendo. domina las emociones, trabaja con ellas, eso se ve reflejado en sencillez que posee para mostrar u ocultar aquello que considera. muchas veces tiende a dispersarse entre mundo soñado y realidad, se deja llevar con facilidad porque no teme abrirse a nuevas experiencias, y ser tan voluble a veces le juega en contra. tiende a exteriorizar, eso sí, no suele entregar confianza así como así y, para su pesar, menos en temas del corazón. es emoción pura, un huracán, una estrella brillante, honestidad andante aunque en ocasiones sea una desventaja, no sabe cómo pero al final, logra encandilar.

historia o datos curiosos:

      i. ‘ don natural, frescura, talento innato ’ son aquellas palabras que colmaban los titulares de blogs de opinión y de la prensa internacional, refiriéndose a las habilidades de katerina como actriz. ella lo llamaba golpe de suerte, pero muchos otros eran veloces en catalogarlo como privilegio impulsado por un linaje que parecía ser tan sagrado como la iglesia, de aquellos que solo eres capaz de admirar desde fuera de vitrina de cristal, no hay manera de adentrarse a través de muros y paredes construidas por generaciones. a una joven katerina, o kate como la apodaban los más allegados, solo le bastó con deslumbrar a uno de los directores más conocidos del momento, fue dicción improvisada de monólogo que transcurría en su cabeza, los movimientos y expresiones naturales que se sucedían una seguida tras de otra. se metía de lleno en un personaje y su historia que terminaba por hacerlo suyo. el director, casi de inmediato, la colmó de halagos y le dijo: ‘ bueno, parece que estamos ante una joven promesa. ’ en ese momento no comprendió la magnitud de las palabras y todo lo que podrían acarrear consigo como una estela deslumbrante, más tarde lo descubrió, claro, pero solo pudo pensar en que se le hacía sumamente sencillo desenvolverse para contar una historia con su labia y gráciles movimientos.

      ii. se adueñó de la profesión como de los personajes que interpretaba, katerina poseía demasiada facilidad para cumplir las expectativas que conllevaba ser joven promesa, o próxima actriz de la década, nunca se le complicó catapultar habilidades a medida que fama se iba incrementando. por supuesto, matrimonio grimaldi-casiraghi estaba más que satisfecho con que su hija emprendiera camino al éxito, ignorando que jovialidad que brillaba en sus ojos había sido recién descubierta. en su libro de vida, adolescencia e infancia no fue lo que alguien llamaría normal, porque el peso de la monarquía siempre aplastaba todo lo demás de alguna forma, siempre aparecía como una maldición condenada a llevarse. katerina logró, a su manera, desprenderse de aquello con la gracia que la caracterizaba, aunque no había tenido que esforzarse demasiado durante toda su vida para lograr cualquier cosa, solo se tumbaba en el jardín con grandes y magníficas expectativas sobre la vida, soñando en grande, y como si el universo respondiera a aquello, siempre sucedía. sin embargo con la actuación era distinto, quizá por primera vez pudo sentirse como pájaro libre que vuela fuera del nido por primera vez. era envidiable la capacidad para que el mundo la escuchara y quedaran encantados con mágica personalidad, que a veces en entrevistas, terminaba tomando las riendas y parecía un monólogo de propia existencia.

      iii. lo suficientemente dotada de habilidades para que triunfo estuviera asegurado, lo hizo, destacó en un mundo demasiado pequeño donde nadan los mismos peces en eterna pecera. era suficiente para colocarse en el hueco aprobado para una grimaldi-casiraghi, estaba cómoda moviéndose entre hilos que manejaba a la perfección, con soltura, sin embargo siempre hubo algo más que iba de la mano de la actuación que la encandiló desde el primer minuto. conoció a muchas personas, secretos sobre el mundo que la rodeaba que pensaba que iban a permanecer ocultos para siempre, un día, acompañada de algunos compañeros de profesión, se vio arrastrada hasta local que presentaba dualidad entre jovialidad y experiencia, dos mundos que convergían para rendirse ante la comedia. aquella noche katerina se subió al modesto escenario de manera e improvisó un monólogo, creyendo que experiencia previa en entrevistas sería suficiente para conquistar otro terreno. y así fue, fue descubriendo risitas que hacían eco poco a poco, cada vez una más sonora que la anterior, entonces se desveló de manera súbita una admiración agradable. las risas, los aplausos al finalizar, la sensación de cosquilleo que brindaba la atención y el poder que sentía sobre el escenario… no fue la última vez que lo hizo. desde esa noche se aficionó a mundo incomprendido, de vez en cuando ( normalmente alentada por compañeros ) actuando de manera no profesional con monólogos improvisados que más tarde recibían halagos. los rumores no tardaron en propagarse, por internet ya circulaban vídeos de espectáculos propios, aunque sin importancia, en la pantalla se magnificaba como una gran revelación. no fue de extrañar que progenitores no lo aprobaran demasiado, ese lado que tenía guardado desde hace tiempo, desde que siendo adolescente quedaba prendada de programas de humor.

      iv. los rumores comenzaron a deslizarse por senda más bien negativa, generando una necesidad de pronta finalización de los mismos, sin embargo aquello no estaba en sus manos y lo sabía. ya tenía suficiente experiencia en aquel mundo como para saber que era cruel y frívolo, oscuro en su cara más decadente hasta un punto en el que podías hundirte con una facilidad aterradora. debía admitirse a ella misma que no sabía ninguna de salir de aquellas enredaderas que se habían cernido con crueldad a su alrededor, no por su culpa, sino por la de terceros que machacaron su confianza como un plato hecho añicos del que solo quedan los pedazos. utilizaron su recién descubierto gusto por la comedia y reconocimiento ( a medias ) en la comedia para hilar una historia vengativa, en la que se sumó viejo amor que no llegó a consolidarse nunca después de eso, además de personas que creía fieles compañeras. durante unos meses estuvo alejada del foco mediático, no porque no pudiera afrontar consecuencias de mentiras y traiciones, no, estaba mucho más ocupada confeccionando un plan para volver a ensalzar figura de joven promesa, ocultando, eso sí, todo lo relacionado con la actuación. fuertemente aconsejada por hombres y mujeres trajeados que eran como segunda familia, retomó la actuación a una escala mucho más grande que antes, ya no solo se trataban de películas y series, su mundo se expandió al baile y también a la música. así, resurgió como el ave fénix que vuelve a abrir sus alas de forma mucho más majestuosa que cuando pereció y, así, consolidó su carrera definitivamente. de todas formas, no sin pagar el precio de sentirse un poco más resquebrajada por dentro.

[apt225hq]

merodeando en el emerald está rowan catlet, ¿estaremos tratando con el responsable del atroz crimen cometido? finley hearst y laurence ulrick ciertamente no descartan la posibilidad. ahora queda en el inquilino del departamento #740 probar su inocencia.

¡cere, te damos la bienvenida a apt225hq! a partir de ahora, tienes cuarenta y ocho horas para confirmar tu cuenta. de tener alguna duda, ¡acá estamos!

01. INFORMACIÓN IN CHARACTER.

nombre: rowan catlet.

pronombres: masculinos.

edad: veinticinco.

fecha de nacimiento: 29 de mayo.

nacionalidad: estadounidense.

rostro reservado: braeden lemasters.

perfil psicológico: persuasivo, hermético, desconfiado, desenfadado, desapegado, carismático, magnético.

02. DATOS DE RELEVANCIA. 

hijo de dos magnates tecnológicos que cimentaron su matrimonio en un negocio sumamente exitoso; el desarrollo de nuevas tecnologías. con el paso de décadas, se convirtieron en nombre de referencia en el mundo de la tecnología actual, y rowan contempló la evolución desde niño. la presión ejercida sobre él al igual que sobre sus hermanos solo fue en aumento, era el objetivo de progenitores que tuviera una carrera exitosa al igual que ellos, y para complacerles él mismo se presionó a sí mismo en los estudios, pero al mismo tiempo encontró algo más que le distraía del mundo real: la escritura y la fotografía. nunca dejó de desarrollar aquellas habilidades en paralelo aunque sus padres no lo aprobaran, la ausencia de apoyo en núcleo familiar le llevó a recluirse en sí mismo, a presentarse a los demás como una imagen de conveniencia dispuesta a comerse el mundo y a cautivar cuando no encontraba compañías cercanas en propio hogar. el resultado la mayor parte del tiempo era un vacío que llenaba con aquello que denominó en su mente como su verdadera pasión. se tomó un año sabático en el que viajó por el mundo escribiendo y fotografiando, recibiendo elogios por talento innato cuando presentaba sus trabajos a personas que conocía en el camino ( todo esto con la desaprobación presente de sus padres ). viaje le moldeó un poco más a ser quien es ahora, reticente a los compromisos, desenfadado y complaciente a la vista, pero que detrás carga con demonios personales. recibió una llamada de su padre en medio de retiro espiritual, como él lo llamó, pidiéndole ( más bien exigiéndole ), que regresara a casa porque él siendo el mayor debía empezar a asumir responsabilidades junto a sus hermanos, y rowan no pudo negarse. los catlet se trasladaron a londres a consecuencia de los negocios, haciéndole esclavo poco a poco de aquello que tanto aborrecía desde niñez, sin embargo prometiéndose que por lo menos mantendría su vida alejada de hogar familiar más que amplio para albergar a cuatro equipos de fútbol. así es como llegó al emerald, buscando hacer la jaula un poco más grande.

03. INFORMACIÓN OUT OF CHARACTER. 

seudónimo: cere.

pronombres: femeninos.

edad: +21.

triggers: non-con, incesto, pedofilia, abusos sexuales.

zona horaria: gmt.

[beedee-wans]

i think my favourite things about the jedi games that i haven’t really seen discussed is the similarities in the design of the ancient zeffonians and the anchorites.

i’m gonna suck at articulating this so massive apologies!! the autism creatures were screaming :)

i think it’s fascinating how the zeffo fell to the dark-side under the sage kujet which led to their presumed extinction (a whole other post about their possible connection to peridea and kujet being an easter egg in ahsoka) their greed for power was their downfall. i, personally, would love to see the zeffo again in future media (ahsoka season 2, pleasepleasepleaseplease)

contrasted with the (narkis) anchorites who want to help cere rebuild the jedi order, to preserve what is left of the teachings and helping the hidden path. if i remember correctly they have a long history with the jedi order too, starting a thousand(?) years ago. they chose to live as hermits since they believe suffering is the way of life, yet they never stray from the lightside

both are force sensitive (i don’t think the anchorites as a whole are force users, unlike the zeffo) and both sought to understand the force and preserve its teachings

i think it’s neat

i really hope we see the anchorites in the next game and that they aren’t just wasted. the anchorites have so much potential especially with the timing of the games being during the reign of the empire and the order being in shambles. i also really hope cal continues his connection with them or at the very least sister taske. poor baby needs some positive force sensitive influence :(

[frotees-corner]

Fuck, I kinda want to write a really dumb am writing a convoluted fairy tale AU for Rookanis now. Something between Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast and Shrek. Because true love's kiss breaks every curse, and we all know how good Lucanis is at kissing the person he loves. Also he's the perfect twisted damsel in distress. Like, Lucanis is a cursed prince who turns into a demon/monster at night. The curse can only be broken by true love's kiss, but it turns permanent if he hasn't managed to get one of those before a certain birthday. He is held captive in a Tower by the evil witch Zara, who is doing this as a favour to Illario, because he's promised to marry her if she keeps Lucanis out of the way until he's maneuvered his way onto the throne. (Illario never meant to go through with this, of course). Rook sorta just stumbles into rescuing him, but we know Rook, she can never leave well enough alone and doesn't know when to stop. Currently thinking that Lucanis got himself cursed when he had to slay a dragon in order to gain his knighthood (Caterina's idea, obviously). Either dragons are just generally sentient magic-users, or the one he killed was treally a sorcerer in disguise; either way, it cursed him with its last breath. Edit: Aaaaaand I have a plot and roles for all the characters. Now to give it some time to cook while I finish the last 3 Ceres/ Lucanis drabbles (there's 15 planned so far, most of which are already written) and reread Cat Valente’s fairyland books.

[electrikworm]

A debt to pay: Part 3

Relationships: -

Content Warnings: Blood and Injury, Blood Loss, Stitches, Medical procedures

Summary:

Cal is made to fight in an arena on Sorc Tormo's ship and gets chipped.

Word count: 3’323

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The relief Cal feels when he's told he'll be fighting in an arena again is near overwhelming. He doesn't care that he barely slept and that his body still burns, anything is better than being tortured as people watch. At least in a fight, Cal's got some say in what happens. Very little, but at the least he won't feel entirely useless.

Sorc Tormo's nowhere to be seen as three unfamiliar guards pick Cal up. That's just another thing that makes Cal's day better. He'd grown to dislike the man a lot more since their first meeting. When Cal gets out of there, he'll have to ask Greez why he ever even interacted with someone like Sorc.

The area around this arena looks just as luxurious as the lounge Cal was in, though the room he's lead in to access the actual space used to fight looks more like it's reserved for workers. It's very bare, a bit like Cal's cell.

Two guards aim blasters at Cal's head as the third grabs the back of his collar. “Don't try anything funny,” he growls, holding Cal in place. Either the guard lacks dexterity, or the mechanism used to lock the device is complex. Cal's bet is on the latter.

It snaps open with a hiss. Someone's giving Cal orders, but he's deaf to their words as the relief of finally being reconnected with the force washes over him. It's near euphoric, like Cal can breath again after being locked in a tiny box for days. Cal reaches for the bond he holds with his friends immediately.

They're still there, not torn away like his bond with Master Tapal was. Worry and uncertainty radiates through that connection, but they're alive.

Cal's connection to Cere resembles that bond the most. Different, because Cal wasn't a child when he met her, but still bearing a resemblance. They'd never spoken of it, but they're both aware of its existence. Cere's careful around the subject, her own connection to the force unstable and the loss of Trilla still fresh. Cal reaches out to her. It's hard to lie through a force connection, so Cal doesn't try. She'll likely be able to tell that he isn't doing well, but he's alive too.

Merrin is a different story. She's a force user, but nothing like Cal or Cere. He can feel her existence, as she can his, but they have a harder time picking up emotions from each other. But Cal knows she's alive and strong as ever, and that's all that matters.

Greez hasn't got the slightest feel for the force, but every living thing has the force within it, so reading that their Captain is still alive is easy enough too.

Cal can't feel BD, but he knows how resilient his friend is. He'll trust in the fact that he's alive.

Cal gets shoved forward. “I said move!” a voice booms and Cal gets walking. His situation hasn't improved in the slightest, but knowing that his friends live makes all the difference to him. He lets the force wash over him in waves as he steps into the arena.

It's just as big as the one on Ordo Eris, but made of a different material. It looks almost clinical, with its sleek silver walls. Or like the back room of a butcher shop, Cal thinks to himself with a grimace. There's no way the ship just came with this, so the arena must be custom. Looking up, the pit is domed by thick glass. Every side has viewing areas, packed with people by the looks of it. Cal frowns. Still, he'd rather have people wanting to watch him fight, rather than paying to see him tortured.

A holoprojection of Sorc Tormo kicks in, hovering right in the centre of the arena, just beneath the dome of glass. “After a long wait, back by popular demand; our Jedi champion! I know you've all been waiting for this.” Sorc's voice is all showmanship, a wide grin plastered on his face. Cal wonders if he's really just like that, or if he's gotten so used to the act that it's become his default. “Place your bets if you like, but I know you're all just here for a show.” Sorc winks, and even with a crowd of people, Cal gets the sense it's meant for him. He pulls a face, finding it hard to conceal his discomfort.

Cal's lightsaber is thrown to him and with the aid of the force, he catches it swiftly. If they want a show, Cal will give them one. Perhaps if he's entertaining enough, Sorc will decide that arena fights is what brings in more money. Unlikely, but Cal keeps up his hopes. Things don't seem so bleak any more, knowing that his friends still live and feeling the force all around him once more. Sure, Cal hasn't got BD this time and he's nursing several ugly burns and his shoulders still ache, but he's determined. At least he isn't concussed like last time.

Like last time, the fight starts off slow. The creatures Cal faces first are on the smaller side, reminding him a little of the hounds some people kept on Coruscant when Cal was a youngling. They're bigger, and very aggressive. It's him or them, Cal knows that. That thought doesn't make the uncomfortable feeling spreading in his chest as he cuts them down go away. Cal and these animals are in a very similar position, forced into this pit to be used as entertainment.

All animals seem to be stored beneath the arena here, raising platforms used to add them to the fight.

Cal must miss more of the hounds being release, as suddenly, he's nearly overwhelmed. One almost sinks its teeth into Cal's calf, succeeding in tearing the fabric and grazing his skin as Cal twists out of the way.

On Ordo Eris, Cal didn't appreciate Sorc Tormo almost spoiling a beloved song for him by having it playing in the background, but in this arena, there's no background noise at all. It seems the viewers are entirely separated from Cal, making it impossible for him to hear them at all. It's almost uncomfortably quiet, Cal's breathing being the loudest thing a large percentage of the time.

The last couple of hounds are tough, really making Cal work for his win. Sweat's running down his back and plastering his hair to his forehead by the time the last one drops. Cal's ready to lay down again after that, but of course Sorc Tormo won't have Cal only face one fight.

The next creature introduced to the arena is huge, almost two and a half times as tall as Cal. The large insectoid bears an armoured outer shell and long, sharp legs, too many for Cal to count. It's dozens of eyes focus on Cal immediately as it lurches forwards.

Cal is forced to go on the defensive, blocking and evading the swipes of the creatures limbs as it goes for him. It rarely leaves him an opening to try and strike it. The fight becomes a test of endurance, Cal's against the insects. Who ever slips up first likely seals their fate.

It seems to go on like that for an eternity, neither getting any closer to their goal. Cal can feel himself wearing out, but the animal is getting slow too. One badly times strike is all Cal needs to lay down the foundation for his win. He slips beneath the creature, slashing at its stomach.

It doesn't go down, but it screeches in pain and staggers. Cal's just a little too close when it begins to flail wildly, the serrated edge of one of its legs catching his thigh, tearing through his clothes and skin like a laser cutter though metal. Breath catching in his throat, Cal limps away from his opponent. He has to finish this fast, or he's dead. The hot sensation of blood running down his leg is concerning.

The creature rushes at Cal again, but stumbles. Ignoring the agony in his leg, Cal leaps off the ground and on the animal's back. From there on, it's just a matter of holding on tight and repeatedly slashing at the weaker sections of its armoured body until it drops. Cal goes down with it, rolling off its back and landing on the ground in a heap. He tries to prop himself up on his elbows, shaking as he does so.

Cal doesn't get far before guards have swarmed the arena and grabbed him, forcing the collar back on his neck. That almost hurts more than his leg, losing his connection to the force feeling a lot like someone cut a part of his off. Cal is dragged up and onto his feet by rough hands, Lightsaber wrestled from his grip far too easily.

Unsteady enough to verge on nauseous, Cal is dragged from the arena. Blood soaks his right trouser leg, spreading the deep colour quick enough to raise serious questions about blood loss. Cal wonders if the guards even noticed that he's bleeding out.

Instead of going the direction Cal knows the cell is, they take a different turn into an elevator. They try to force Cal to stand upright, but he lacks the energy, ending up slumped against one of the guards chests. They talk over him, about him at least partially, but Cal can't bring himself to care to listen. If this takes much longer, Cal will die.

He must black out for a moment, the next thing Cal becomes aware of is being hauled into a room that is far too bright and smells like bacta. Cal squirms as he's laid on his back and strapped down, unable to muster up any resistance. The guards hands leave Cal's body, quickly replaced by metal ones grabbing at his leg. Ta'k, Cal thinks, barely able to lift his head to confirm thst it is in fact her.

A strap of fabric is tightens around Cal's leg, causing his to gran. Ta'k pats his arm. “You'll pull though, Jedi. You're lucky that thing didn't get your artery. You won't die on my watch.”

Cal laughs weakly, the sound coming out more as a sob. Given his current situation, that sounds more like a threat than anything else.

Ta'k manoeuvrers his leg about as she cuts away his trousers, then cleans the wound. Wishing he's at least have something to bite down on, Cal is left to clench his teeth and writhe against the straps pinning him to the bed. The cut is sprayed with bacta, then sewn shut. A few times, Cal's vision nearly entirely fades. He is not lucky enough to actually pass out.

“I like being direct, so I'll cut right to the chase,” Ta'k says. By the way she indicates the wound in Cal's leg, he's guessing that's supposed to be a joke. He's not in the mood for it. “We're still looking for a blood donor that Sorc Tormo approves of, so you'll have to make due with synth blood for now. Not ideal, but he insists that everything that goes in you has to be verified by him first.”

Ta'k releases one of Cal's arms and flips it, sinking a needle in the crook of his elbow before Cal can look away to avoid the uneasy feeling at the sight of it. He's hooked up to a bag of slightly too bright red fluid. The colour is the same as the stuff they had on Bracca, though Cal doubts Sorc Tormo would use the same cheap brand the guild medics did.

Cal is fully freed from the straps and Ta'k sits him upright. He almost begs her not to, not certain he won't be sick if he has to move more. With quiet whirring, the bed moves too, Cal ending up propped up halfway between sitting and laying.

They're in some kind of medical room, though it still carries an air of luxury medcenters usually don't. It's just him and Ta'k, the door just a couple meters away. The droid has her back turned to him, so if Cal wanted to, he could likely get out of there. But he can't, even unrestrained as he is. Even lifting his limbs feels like a near impossible chore. Maybe if he'd been given something against the pain, then Cal could push through and escape. He used to be stronger. On Bracca, he'd managed to push through worse. He silently curses himself. Maybe he really has become too reliant on stims.

Ta'k comes back to the bed, grabbing Cal's hand and placing something in it. His hands shake as he tries to get a better look at the small object. “What's that?” Cal slurs, the uncoordinated flow of his words surprising him a little.

“Iron supplements. You need them Jedi, you look like a corpse.” Ta'k grabs his other hand and places a plastic cup full of clear liquid in it. He gives it an experimental sniff, the scent not coming off as anything unusual. The pill in his hand looks unassuming too, but Cal knows that doesn't mean it's not anything dangerous. He hesitates.

Shaking her head, Ta'k groans. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have let you bleed out. And if I was trying to drug you, I'd do so through a hypo. Not like you can fight back.” To prove her point, she lifts Cal's good leg and lets go. It limply hits the bed, Cal's attempt at keeping it up to counter Ta'k's claim failing. He glares at her, reluctantly taking the supplement. She keeps staring at Cal until he's downed all of the water.

Letting his head drop back onto the bed, Cal sighs. His leg is still stained red, boot no doubt got blood in it, but there are clean bandages around his thigh. He prods at the wound carefully, Ta'k slapping his hand away as soon as she notices what he's doing.

“Where are we?” Cal asks, rubbing at his hand. Maybe he can get Ta'k to share something more about the ships layout, anything would help to get a real escape plan going.

“Sorc Tormo's personal medical wing. You're lucky, main medical of this ship is a karking mess and a whole lot louder than this.”

Cal shivers, trying to curl up on the bed without jostling the iv line. “Can I just go back to the cell?” Being in any space that is primarily Sorc Tormo's leave an uncomfortable sensation in Cal's gut. Cal's not safe anywhere on this ship, but being in any room that's reserved for the Haxion Brood's leader leaves Cal feeling even worse.

Ta'k shakes her head. “Can't do that Jedi, there's still something left on your schedule.”

When he hears that, Cal could almost cry. He won't, he's already showing too much weakness, but the urge is strong. Does Sorc Tormo not understand that more torture or another fight is likely to kill Cal? “Won't survive that,” Cal mutters.

“Oh you will. You're not going in the arena.” Ta'k taps her datapad. “Says here you're getting chipped.”

Laughing bitterly, Cal covers his face with his arm. At least he knows what to expect from that. He wonders if it'll go in his arm like the one from the guild.

It takes a while for that to happen, Cal being alone in the room with Ta'k for a long time. She insists he drinks more and makes a few more ill timed jokes about Cal's condition. Cal doesn't talk. He's exhausted, the room is freezing and a migraine has started to plague him. The earlier elation at being reconnected with the force is long gone, leaving Cal miserable and lonely.

Thankfully, Sorc doesn't show up to see Cal chipped. That does leave Cal feeling a little uneasy, put he assumes the man just has better things to do.

It's another Umbaran that arrives to get the job done, introducing herself as Mersen, Sorc's cybernetics specialist. That should have told Cal that this chip won't be quite the same as the one he got on Bracca, but the blood loss must have still been clouding his mind.

“On your stomach, Cal,” she says, voice chipper and far too familiar for having met Cal moments ago. When Cal moves too slow, she just flips him the rest of the way, jarring multiple of Cal's injuries. When he feels something metallic at the base of his spine, Cal freezes. Mersen cuts the shirt off him. So the chip is going into his back then.

“Might wanna strap him down,” Mersen comments, keeping a firm hand on Cal's upper back. Once Ta'k's assisted with that, Mersen begin's wiping his back down with something cold, focusing on a spot just right of his spine above the brand.

“You must be very special to Sorc Tormo, Cal,” Mersen comments. “He's owned all kinds of people over the years, and none of them got custom chips. And in his personal medbay as well!” Mersen whistles. “Lucky boy.”

“Custom?” Cal forces out, despite how tight his chest feels and how Mersen's commentary rubs him the wrong way.

Mersen hums affirmatively. “Designed it myself. No way he's tossing you out like the others, believe me. He wants to keep you.”

She speaks so casually, like she isn't talking about slavery and how Cal is being held captive against his will. Cal huffs. “I'm worth a lot of credits apparently.”

“You certainly are,” she laughs, “but don't sell yourself short. I think he's sweet on you, and I can certainly see why.” Her hand lingers on Cal's lower back for longer than necessary as she speaks in a singsong tone. Cal inhales sharply, despising every word coming out of Mersen's mouth.

“Can we pick this up?” Ta'k interrupts. “I'm sure you've got better things to do then wasting unnecessary time on chipping a Jedi.”

“Kriff off and let me do my job, droid,” Mersen snaps, but she does move away from the bed to prepare further. Cal doesn't know the motive for Ta'k butting in, but he certainly appreciates it.

Mersen takes her time doing something Cal can't see, spraying something cold on Cal's back when she returns. “You won't feel a thing, don't you worry.”

That turns out to be a lie. Whilst Cal can't feel the pain of what she does, he can certainly still feel what's happening. An incision is made near his spine, Mersen cutting through until she hits bone. Then, something is inserted between his ribs, something that squirms a little as it goes in. The feeling almost makes Cal sick. The incision is stitched up and covered. Cal can only breath in deeply again once Mersen is long gone from the room.

Ta'k helps his sit up again after she unties him, keeping Cal upright as he sways. “The numbing agent will wear off in the next half hour. It won't be pleasant,” she warns. Cal can just nod.

The guards come to get Cal a little while later, Ta'k not letting them leave with Cal until she's made sure that they'll carry, not drag him to the cell. It's not much more comfortable being thrown over someone's shoulder, but it's better than ripping his stitches Cal guesses.

The pain from the chipping is as awful as he expected. The fact that he's shivering even whilst covered in the thin blanket he's been given only aggravates every injury further.

Food is dropped off at his cell at some point, but it doesn't take a lot for Cal to decide that hunger is a better fate then facing crawling across the room to get it. He doubts he'd make it anyway, passing out from the pain the most likely outcome. He just has to hope there's not another fight lined up for the next day.

[tremendouskoalachild]

Transcript (from about 0:27 on) under the cut

I've had a lot of Star Wars fans, and gamers in general, ask some pretty great questions about Bode and his motivations and why he does some of the things he does. So I figured I'd just share a little bit of some of the behind the scenes work that I do for a character like Bode. And let me say right off the bat: I'm a huge Star Wars fan but I don't pretend to be, like, a Star Wars academic – so if you want to come at me with how my headcanon is factually inaccurate, you're welcome to do so, it's not going to bother me, but that's not why I do it. I create these backstories because it gives me an emotional hook, so that Bode's emotional journey is honest, for me.

And I should also say, anything I say now isn't on any of the writers or anyone else on the Survivor team, this is all just my broken dumb brain. So, let's talk today about Ghost Star.

So, the song Ghost Star was introduced by one of the writers, Danny – mad genius Danny – pretty late in the sequence of things, and then brought to beautiful life by Tajinae, who plays Kata and is ridiculously talented. I'm very jealous. So, Danny had asked me in a session, would you feel comfortable singing a song as Bode? I don't sing, which may have become quite apparent if you play the game, but any chance for me to show and share more of who Bode is, stuff that you don't get to see in all the missions, I'm grateful for. So I was like, hell yeah. And I got this song titled Ghost Star, so the first thing I did was look up "ghost star", specifically looking for anything revolving around astronomy.

I don't know if this was Danny's thought from the get-go, I have never talked to him about it, but in my research I found that there is a theory being postulated that when you're looking up at the night sky and you see the sky just covered in stars, that there's actually a lot of astral bodies you're not seeing. Among them being ghost stars, which are stars with dark matter cores. Dark matter has gravity but never undergoes nuclear fission the way a normal star does, and therefore emits no light. So there are stars out there with tremendous gravity that are essentially invisible to the naked eye.

And I thought that was really beautiful and poetic, in a way, and then I started thinking about Bode and a question that arises a lot, which is: why does Bode not get found out by Cal, or Cere, or Cordova, these incredibly powerful Jedi?

That's a really good question, and it made me wonder if perhaps there is a rare contingent of individuals who have the ability to tap into the Force but don't emit a Force resonance like most people do – which is how a Jedi is able to tell that someone else is able to manipulate the Force. I mean, Emperor Palpatine is a perfect example of an incredibly powerful Force user who is literally standing right in front of Master Yoda and all the Masters on the Jedi Council, and they never know. So, maybe this is a rare trait that they share.

And that got me thinking, that would probably be something that you'd pick up on very early at the Jedi Academy as a youngling. And one of the things that Bode shares with Cal is that before Order 66 he worked in intelligence.

It would be a very powerful asset to be able to take an operative and insert them into situations where they can watch over Force users without that target knowing that he can manipulate the Force. Where would that be useful? Intelligence gathering, obviously, but also the Jedi equivalent of internal affairs. Jedi are incredibly powerful. And power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. And if anyone's seen The Clone Wars, you know that there are very powerful “Jedi” that are not good. Pong Krell being a great example. I want to punch him, repeatedly.

So perhaps operatives like Bode were sent to gather intel and make sure that the Jedi out there were doing what they're supposed to be doing. One example. And, perhaps, his operative name was Ghost Star.

Order 66 happens, all hell breaks loose, everything that Bode has known burns to ash. He's on the run and somewhere on his journey he meets a wonderful woman named Tayala.

When you have to run and hide and constantly change locations for fear of being found, that's not something you can do with a significant other and not let them know what you're doing and why. So I'm sure Bode shares his past with Tayala. And then a while later, Kata is born.

Anytime Bode gets an inkling that Imperial intelligence has been sniffing around, or forbid an inquisitor makes their presence known anywhere nearby, I think Bode leaves his family behind, travels to distant parts of the Galaxy and very subtly makes himself known, so that he attracts the attention of intelligence or the inquisitors and draws that focus away from his family.

And Kata's so young and doesn't understand why her father has to leave for weeks or months at a time, and so Tayala sings her a lullaby called Ghost Star, which brings Kata comfort while she waits for her father to come home. And it's also for Tayala, perhaps a silent prayer that her husband comes back safely.

And they survive like this, constantly moving, constantly on the run. And then one day Bode is out with Kata. They're coming home and as they're getting closer to the house, he hears Tayala singing Ghost Star, which is a song she never sings if he's home. And he knows that something's gone terribly, terribly wrong.

And he flees with Kata, and the inquisitor that was waiting for him at home in their anger strikes down Tayala, knowing that, somehow, she gave them away.

So, a lot of things happen. Bode makes some very difficult, very terrible choices in the pursuit of keeping Kata safe, and now sings Ghost Star as a way to make sure that Kata's memories of her mother stay as fresh as they can; and just because it brings him comfort, but it also is a poignant reminder of a terrible, terrible day and the fact that he left his wife behind and that his wife paid the price for Bode being who he is.

And I think in his time as a dog for the Empire Bode has done some terrible, terrible things. I think he's often sent to hunt down Jedi that are that are in hiding, especially if it seems like they're trying to rally up resistance, because he can come in and his target will never see him coming. I think he's an assassin, and I think every time he does it a little piece of Bode chips off.

And I think Bode hates himself for it, and I think a lot of times, especially if it's a mission where he's gotten to know his target to any degree, that makes it that much harder to do what he knows he has to do. And in those moments he uses Ghost Star as his anchor. He sings it to himself when he's alone, as a way to remind himself of why he's doing the terrible things he's doing, that there is a greater purpose, which is making sure that his daughter stays safe and that Tayala’s sacrifice is never in vain.

And then he meets Cal, and I think finds the brother he never had. And in the crew of the Mantis the family he's lost, a family that would allow Kata to live a normal life. And he really struggles with what to do, and tries desperately to make it work. And when it becomes clear that Cal is going to share the information on Tanalorr and turn it into essentially an access point, Bode is devastated, because the Empire has already found Cal, Cal just doesn't know it yet. And if they found him now they'll definitely find them again, if this turns into essentially a way station. And Bode makes an impossible choice.

And he tries to use Ghost Star the way it's always worked in the past, to kind of remind him of what's important, and I think it fails him, and I think it breaks him.

[ceresfromnationstates]

Birthday!

Nothing really fancy, since we're on tight budgets.

Dunno if I can finish my planned fanart in time.

Oh well. At least I grew one year older today!

[gffa]

Hi, I was wondering if you have any thoughts on how to reconcile Merrin's character with the way we're meant to see the dark side as inherently corrosive and damaging? Other Nightsisters made sense as dark side practitioners but I don't know how Merrin fits in. The JFO games don't seem to be ignoring the dark side thing, considering Cere's whole arc in the first game. Merrin as a dark side user seems dissonant to that message?

This is going to be the most unsatisfying answer because I think the only way to really reconcile it is "magick is somehow fundamentally different" from how the Force works for other Force-sensitive. It's not a great answer, because it does still break the worldbuilding because magick is still sourced in the Force, and the dark side is inherently corrosive, but I'm willing to go with it because I don't think a Nightsister could use the Force the way a Jedi could and a Jedi couldn't use the Force the way a Nightsister could, I'm chalking it up to how both come from the same energy field, but the way they tap into it is fundamentally different and unique to each other, and that's enough for me to go, eh, fine, I just won't think about how it breaks narrative themes. I mean, Talzin said that she never could use the Force like a Jedi would, she didn't have the ability, but we see how powerful a magick user is, which tells us that there must be some fundamental difference in how you tap into things. Like, Nightsisters may not be Force-sensitive at all, but magick-sensitive. (Or maybe anyone can do magick if they undergo the Nightsisters' rites? we never saw Morgan use magick before the Great Mothers changed her, right? ETA: @emmettarthur-blog is right that Morgan used magick on Seatos before that, even if they seemed greatly amplified by that.) Maybe, by going through magick, it's not the same kind of connection to all living things in the galaxy, it's not the same tapping into the flow of the energies of life and death, that it's not dependent on your emotions and thoughts. So, Merrin can use magick in anger and it doesn't have the same blowback that it would if Cal used the Force in anger, because they're entirely different types of connection to the Force.

[cirilya]

I finished star wars jedi: fallen order for the first time and i have to say that there is something so poetic and meaningful to me that Cal was knighted with a inquisitor's lightsaber. The red one. The weapon of a darkside user. And the fact that i spoiled jedi: survivor to myself a little bit and i know that cal will struggle with the dark side just makes me so excited (i like to watch my men suffer).

I also like how the whole situation has many different meanings, like cere's relationship with trilla and cal, reconnecting with the force, or showing how sad it is that because of the difficulties that jedi survivors (🧐) have to face, a padawan couldn't even have a proper ceremony - yet it still means a lot to him.

(am i saying nonsense because im so c$+=eepy?,

[mischiefxmuses]

closed starter for @vcndetta - Sol x Ceres

"Seems there are more force users here than I expected." Sol stepped beside the woman. His hands in his pockets and lightsaber on his hip. Though he did rarely use it. If it was avoidable he would. It was a last resort. "Odd as I had never heard of this place until I found myself here."

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