tfa:
AU: Padmé survives after Revenge of the Sith. She helps create the Rebellion in an effort to destroy the Empire and leads the mission against their new creation – a superweapon that’s capable of destroying planets.
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Tag: cassian andor
“the words we’ve both fallen under” – fic
So, the people (aka @brynnmclean and @ladytharen) have spoken! They chose the queer Rogue One AU (Jyn/f!Cassian + Baze/Chirrut + Bodhi/Luke) for the Theoretical Fic, which was spawned by @therebelcaptainnetwork’s Friday prompt (“hope”). Like everything ever, it grew well beyond anything I anticipated. OH WELL.
fandom: Star Wars
characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor (as Cassia); Jyn/Cassian, implied Bodhi/Luke
verse: the queer Rogue One AU, of course!
length: 2k
stuff that happens: Jyn and Cassia after the bedsharing!
At what point is Cassian always “the perfect soldier” like I know he’ll do anything to get the job done but consider:
- A dangerous criminal and daughter of an Imperial Officer who has proven to have no sense of loyalty “finds” (steals) a gun and he tells his robot friend to fuck everything and just let her keep it.
- Befriends a robot.
- I’m not sure what exactly makes him less of a qualified soldier for befriending a robot but I still feel like there’s something to that argument.
- Has to bring Bodhi with him to shoot Galen for no other reason than he has no idea what the fuck Galen, his target, looks like.
- His “soldier-stance” when talking to his superior officer has a little hip-cock to make that booty pop.
- Uses “you’re in shock” as an excuse to get out of arguing with Jyn and then proceeds to treat her as you should never treat someone in shock, and even if she isn’t; how you should never treat someone whose dad died in their arms literally ten minutes ago.
- At the first opportunity to just say “I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it” he runs off with Jyn to get the plans.
Cassian Andor is just Sadman MacGyver-ing his way through life with a roll of duct tape, some paper clips, and a prayer while K2 has to broadcast statistical probabilities of survival, because there is a reason K2 has to do that all the time. I feel like all of his missions before this are just him Ferris-Bueller-Running through the empire.
“per ardua ad astra” – chapter twelve
Wherein a hint of a plot occurs!
last chapter:
“You’re Alderaanian, captain? I didn’t realize.”
Skimming something on Jyn’s datapad, he made an indistinct noise of assent. Jyn herself felt an uncomfortable chill prickle all up and down her spine. Maybe danger, maybe the reminder of whatever nightmare awaited them in the cradle of the Rebellion.
Zekheret blurted out, “Oh, that’s why—uh—I mean, you’re going home, then. Sir.”
this chapter:
A man with soft robes and soft eyes asked him his name, and he just begged him, where’s Mama? Where’s Rana?—I’m Cassian, Cassian Andor, but Rana—Renalia, my sister, you’ve got to find her—
“—the old senator was a troublemaker since before the Empire, the princess is a traitor and spy, and that queen and the planetary council turn a blind eye to open disrespect for the Emperor.”
Tor halted long enough that Cassian assumed he’d finished his catalogue of Alderaan’s sins.
“I’m aware,” he said.
chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Star Wars: We Are Defiance: Rogue One
Just a trio of snippets of the primary six of Rogue One in the something-like-soulmates thing that this AU is. May or may not do more with this, since I haven’t actually planned anything out this far.
Chirrut and Baze
He cannot see the soul that swirls around Baze any more than he can see anything else, but he can hear it. A song at the edges of even his hearing, chimes that dance in bright cheer, bells that sing a faintly discordant song when Baze is out of arm’s reach and create harmonies when closer. No one else’s soul sings, no one else’s soul calls to him like the kyber crystals of the Jedha temple.
Baze says he has a bird that swoops and dives about him, always picking at shiny things, and vanishing into a shower of sparks when they’re close enough together. Nothing but a brilliant shower of light around them, warm and comforting, a blanket woven of starlight. He can be poetic about them, even when he has nothing so evocative for anything else.
Cassian and K-2SO
Cassian has always been alone with the loose cloud of sparks that dance around him in deep blue and dried-blood red, drawn close like a cloak, but he doubts they look like anything in particular. Until a droid that speaks of freedom and refuses to be obedient to anyone that calls themselves its master – his master – asks why he looks like a human inside an oddly-colored giant astromech.
When he sees the metallic-scaled and red-toothed dragon that scampers around the droid, a soul that every culture he’s encountered says droids cannot have, he thinks this is the strangest turn his life has taken, even beyond joining the resistance of his parents and his planet against Republic and Seperatists alike when he was six.
He offers the person who currently calls themself K-2SO’s master to buy the droid, and after they’re away, pries off the restraining bolt and makes sure that Kaytoo has the documents that confirm he owns himself in case anyone is an idiot about it.
“Where do we go from here?” He doesn’t know what to do with the knowledge that droids can have souls, or that souls can resemble droids, but it is something to look toward. A cause he can dedicate himself to, making sure droids have the same freedom and chance to find souls that complement their own.
Kaytoo doesn’t know what to do, but he does know where to go, and that at least is a beginning.
Bodhi and Jyn
He’s just a pilot, and the drab woman he’s transporting is just a prisoner, but he can see the skinny, hungry-eyed canine pressing against her legs that no one else acknowledges, and he can feel her eyes on his back as he turns away from ensuring everyone he’s been told to transport is secure. Bodhi doesn’t know if he hopes she sees the swirl of dust and light that he can sometimes see in the mirror, or that he hopes she fails to see it. Something that looks a little more than a ball of dark feathers and beak and claws, a bird he’s never been able to find in any archive of wildlife.
They’re in hyperspace when she comes into the cockpit, arm wrapping snug around his neck, voice harsh and demanding as she gives him new coordinates to go to. Bodhi isn’t sure what it is that seems to be curled up in his lap, all fluff and sharp points with wings, but not quite a bird. He’s not sure it matters, either, other than that this woman is meant to be family. Sister to his soul, though what it will mean for either of them, he does not know.
“per ardua ad astra” – chapter eight
I’m also sure everyone is reading for Space Wikipedia.
last chapter:
“That’s what we were talking about,” added Zekheret. “I can’t believe you didn’t hear. Darth Vader is on the Death Star, right now. He captured the princess and brought her here.”
Efrah dismissed this with a wave of her hand. “Oh, that was hours ago. I’m sure he’s already questioned her.”
this chapter:
Princess Leia might be held elsewhere, and of course, they might be completely untrustworthy. But their information coincided with Bodhi’s, and certainly with the level of chaos around the princess. It seemed most probable by far that she was here, in this very quadrant.
Being tortured.
I can’t do anything about that, Jyn told herself, even her mental voice thin. I can’t do anything.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 