#chubby kallus
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Zeb calling Kallus’s fat “fluff.”
#weight gain#fat kallus#chubby kallus#alexsandr kallus#garazeb orrelios#kalluzeb#just imagining him going “I love all your fluff lex~
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I really enjoy some of the shirtless Hot Kallus art I've seen, but they always seem to have washboard abs.
Where's my love for hot shirtless Rebel Kallus with a lil chub?
If anyone knows of any such art, let me know, otherwise... artists, please? Draw him with a tum? I will love you forever!
#alexsandr kallus#agent kallus#kallus#rebel kallus#chubby kallus#sasha kallus#star wars rebels#swr#sw rebels#rebels#fulcrum#agent. fulcrum. rebel. friend
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Kallus not only getting kinda chubby when he joins the Rebellion but putting on some more muscle too bc he’s eating better overall. Imperials who knew him being smug bc they’ve been made to believe there’s a specific way people should look and Kal no longer fits that so they just gloat and write him off
Until he completely destroys them bc he hits so much harder than before
#alexsandr kallus#him also foregoing his isb training#bc the people who knew him expect him to foght like that#(kallus vc) They’ll expect me to use my imperial training. so instead I’m going to beat them with this pipe i found
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The cook and spy
Another Kalluzeb mpreg fic.
After the battle of Atollon, Kallus is not trusted by the rebellion. He is put on a type of house arrest on the Ghost ship. He is not allowed on any datapads or computers till they know his true intentions.
Kallus is so bored. He needs something to do. So one day he asks Zeb to hunt him a bird of some type. While he forages for wild mushrooms and potatoes. After six hours of hunting and foraging both come back to the ship with plenty of food.
Kallus gets to cooking. He plucked and guts all four of the birds. Then he season them with salt and pepper. Stuff them with butter, mushrooms and potatoes and bake them in the oven. The whole ghost ship smells wonderful.
Once food is ready the Ghost crew eats without hestion. The crew is impressed by how good it is. Hera:“Where’d you learn to cook this good?” Kallus: “I went to an omega finishing school when I was young.” answered. Zeb: “You're an omega?” Kallus: “Yes.” Kanan: “I thought it was illegal for omegas to serve in the Imperial army? Kallus: “Not when I was young. Besides, I didn’t get a matchup with an alpha.” Ezra: “Why not?” Kallus: “Because I wasn’t very attractive.” Zeb: “That’s dumb! You're plenty attractive! And a great cook.” Kallus blushed at Zeb's words.
Now Zeb goes hunting every morning for Kallus. From then on Kallus cooks for the Ghost crew. Later on the clones and Wedge join them too. Soon there is a line for Kallus food. He then put in charge of the base chow hall. This does help with his likability in the rebellion.
A couple of alphas start trying to court kallus. Zeb is not happy about this and beats all of Kallus' suitors in sparring matches. Kallus is not interested in these alphas. Zeb also starts to leave flowers with his hunt.
As time goes on Kallus is allowed to work in the intelligent office and then goes on mission. On one mission Kallus is capture by Gererra Lasat Mercenary. The lasat take out his interarm suppressants and blocker device. In three standard cycles Kallus is going to enter his heat.
The Ghost arrives in time to save Kallus. Zeb and the Lasat Mercenary fight to the death, Zeb wins. Zeb takes Kallus to the Phantom to mate.
When they finish mating, they go to the medic to confirm if Kallus is pregnant. Medic: “Let's see what you're cooking in your oven.” Looking at the sonogram screen there were fraternal triplets.
Bonus: A month later, Kallus' belly is really big and round. Kallus: “I’ve got so fat.” Zeb: “Nothing wrong with having fat on you. You're making three kits Sasha.” Zeb walks behind Kallus to hug him. Kallus sinking into the embrace. Kallus:”Come let’s get to my appointment for my sonogram.
At the appointment Dr. Tam is moving the ultrasound wand on Kallus bump. Dr.Tam: “That is interesting.” Kallus: “Good or bad, interesting?” Dr.Tam: “Depends on how you feel about having three sets of twins. Congratulations on having six babies.”
#kalluzeb#mpreg#a/b/o dynamics#agent kallus#rebel kallus#alexsandr kallus#chubby Kallus#Kallus mpreg
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Ugh I'm having some major writers block. Please give me chubby clone or chubby Agent kallus headcanon to inspire me
#chubby kallus#chubby clone headcannons#chubby clones#chubby kallus headcanons#star wars#fan fiction
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Started rewatching Rebels with my bff again and I can't wait to see dilf going on gilf Rex <333
#brie babbles#self insert talk#💙 oh captain my captain 💙#SAY WHAT YOU WANT I THINK HIS DESIGN IS CUTE#i like that he got chubby shkjgk#love is blind he's always gonna be the most handsome man in the world no matter how old we get#thats what love and commitment is babeyyyy!!#also ill be able to APPRECIATE whatever references they make to clone wars now sgjhk#i cant believe i watched rebels first#well my bff thought itd be less dense and therefore easier to watch without being discouraged#also......remembers i used to ship w kallus#shgksd traded in the white boy#im still kinda like >//> watching it now but im a one-character kind of woman
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Uhhhhh idk if you already did this one (or if you are not taking requests) but could you do a thing with the imperials with a chubby s/o? (Also I love your blog it give me life)
Asks like these give ME life, anon 👀
tarkin: he revels in the way his sinewy frame practically melts into his partner’s plush one, how easy it is to grab handfuls of soft flesh as an anchor for more… rough activities. tarkin is quite the teaser, leaning into verbal abuse if his partner is aroused by such. nonetheless, he makes it very clear that they are extremely desirable the way they are.
krennic: well, it’s not exactly like he’s perfectly trim himself. more than his partner, perhaps, but that still gives no reason to criticize. his s/o has the pleasure of seeing his “imperfections”, and he loves to explore theirs. orson is constantly spoiling his partner rotten with lavish treats and whispers of praise.
hux: armitage is rather small, despite having a 6 foot frame. he’s constantly trying to compensate for his non-imposing stature with rigorous weight training and strategic clothing choice. if anything, he’s slightly envious of the extra weight his partner has—it makes them look more grounded, less easy to push around. he takes care to remind them of how powerful and gorgeous their body looks.
phasma: her partner can’t help but compare themselves to phasma’s powerhouse of a figure. their soft, untrained body cannot possibly be desired by someone like phasma.. they are, of course, absolutely wrong. phasma herself has insecurities of her own, and she loves her s/o the way they are—-not just the way they look, but the way they see her as someone beautiful and desirable.
yularen: what does body size matter to him? he fell in love with his partner because of them— their charm, their intelligence, their wisdom. they could have been rail-thin and he still would have loved them. it’s not like he can make any complaints (not that he would); his hair is graying prematurely, there are wrinkles on his forehead from constant stress… who cares?
thrawn: chiss have a very high metabolism, so it is rare for any of them to develop more than the average amount of body fat. thrawn is fascinated with the way their body looks—the dimples and stretch marks accenting their skin, the softness of their shape… they are so beautifully different than him, and he adores it.
eli: people on lysatra are strong, that’s for sure, but they don’t have the rigorous training or obsession with outward appearances the empire and core worlds do. everyone has their own unique figure, similar only by their dark skin from soaking up the lysatran sun. that’s why eli loves his partner no matter what size they come in—-to him, his partner’s weight is just what makes them.. well, them.
kallus: this idiot makes his partner think that he doesn’t like the way their body looks with his awkwardness and hesitation in touching them at first. in reality, the opposite couldn’t be any more true; kallus fucking adores the way they look, but he’s terrified he’ll come off as a pervert or someone who only loves their s/o for their body. once all that nonsense is cleared up, he is putty in his partner’s hands.
#10 YEARS LATER I FINISH#long post#ish#chubby s/o#imperials#tarkin#krennic#hux#phasma#yularen#thrawn#eli#kallus
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let! kallus! be! chubby!
#kalluzeb#my art#alexsandr kallus#garazeb orrelios#waking your lasat bf and he immediately decides to playfight you#and blow raspberry on your belly to show his appreciation#look at these grown men acting like children
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the star wars rebels character’s body type headcanons i care about most and will be very upset about if these characters show up in live action and dont match these headcanons are as follows:
ezra bridger is tiny. just a very short dude. i’d argue he’s even shorter than leia who is 5′1″ but i’ll allow some wiggle room on that.
kallus put on a healthy bit of weight after joining up with the rebellion, yes, he’s chubby and it’s the best he’s ever looked.
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Zeb: “My man’s whole body jiggles when he walks, and for that I thank Ashla.”
Kallus: “…That’s a strange way to call me fat.”
#weight gain#chubby kallus#fat kallus#chubby alexandr Kallus#garazeb orrelios#kalluzeb#I’m still alive just sapped#anyway Zeb thanks his god everyday for his man’s cake#sw rebels
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An appropriation of The Painters Honeymoon by F Leighton, inspired by @kingdomheartsloversstuff Prince of Lasan Series. I’ve intended to finish this before Christmas but that god damn colouring apologist won’t get into the effect I’ve wanted... so I guess it is now for New Years? I’ve did my best to imagine what a younger Kallus would look like, gone with the slightly more chubby cheeked and without eye bags look (because who can resist a chubby Kallus in a fluff with Zeb?). I do apologise for this crappy quality people...
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When they adopted their first kit, Kallus was absolutely terrified. Hand him a weapon and send him into a hoard of Stormtroopers, and he'd tear his way through them. Give him an undercover op, and he'd stay calm and collected, no problem. Hand him a barely month old Lasat kit and be told he was responsible for it?
Terrifying.
He didn't want to screw up, didn't want to accidentally hurt the youngling, didn't want to disappoint Zeb who looked completely smitten with the kit.
But it was him. Alexsandr Kallus, the so-called Butcher of Lasan (Stars, he hated that moniker so much), former Imperial and-according to Ezra- the man who'd never remove the stick that was permanently lodged up his ass.
How could he raise a kit? How could he possibly be a good parent? Much of his life was spent making the wrong decisions. He couldn't even fall back onto how his parents raised it. That was a whole lifetime ago and in a completely different world.
He had nothing to go on, and it scared him senseless. Karabast, he wished he could exude the same confidence Zeb seemed to have around the little one.
But...but he couldn't deny that his heart melted every time those big, green eyes locked onto him, or the little chubby fingers that reached out to grab him.
He was terrified he'd be a bad father, but he was willing to try all the same.
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Some Kallus and Zeb mpreg fic ideas I'm thinking about.
Kallus and Zeb have been together for some time and share a room on the Ghost.
Kallus starts feeling tired and hungry. Zeb loves that Kallus is eating and sleeping more often. Especially now that Kallus wakes up in the middle of the night for some hanky panky and then makes space waffles after.
But all of these waffles and extra ration bars start showing on his waist, thighs and butt. One day he bent down and split his pants. It wouldn't have been so bad if Ezra hadn't seen.
So Kallus makes a goal to lose weight and get back his washboard abs. Zeb is so pissed at Ezra for teasing Kallus. No more hanky panky or waffles.
Kallus is not happy on his diet. He is always hungry and wants something sweet.
There is a mission that Kallus needs to go on. Kallus, Sabine and, Ezra are hiding from stormtroopers when Kallus' stomach growls super loud.
Thankfully they all got out safe and grabbed the intelligence. The whole Ghost crew forces Kallus to a doctor. Kallus:"l don't need a doctor. I'm fine!" Ezra:"Really Agent Stomach Growl?" Zeb: Kallus you could have a tapeworm.
Possible tapeworm turns out to be triplets Last hybrid cubs.
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I made a little drabble for @isilwenshadewind based on the kalluzeb mpreg cannons. Hope you enjoy!
Kallus was still in bed when zeb came back from his duties. That was the second day in a row and not like him. He would work himself to exhaustion if given the chance.
"Lex what's wrong?"
The lasat was now kneeling next to the bed placing a hand on the other's forehead. No fever
"I threw up again. On top of that I feel fat and tired." He whines.
Zeb's ears drooped in frustration. Kallus had been acting strange since they came back from liberating lothol. He was steadily gaining weight, which his leg was not thrilled with. He was also very moody. Everyone knew his temper was short when he was working but lately it had gotten worse. Rex had even made him cry after an argument about how to file data.
Crying. That was unusual and if zeb knew his humans well enough, not something males did freely.
"Alright we're taking you to the medbay. Something isn't right here"
Kallus didnt even protest as he was scooped up in his boyfriends arms and carried through the base.
Upon entering the medbay, he saw rex talking with General oregona
"Wheres the doc at? I need her to check him out" zeb looks around again nervously
"She's assisting one of the droids. Had a scuffle in the loading bay. Words were said, glass was thrown. Wolffe bit someone" Rex says with embarrasment.
Kallus looks at them.
"Its been awhile princess..or should I say general?"
Leia looks at kallus for a minute with confusion before her eyes light up with familiarity.
"Agent kallus. We met on Lothal during my visit.....I didnt recognize you. You're.....bigger" she says delicately.
"Did I hear someone say kallus"
A scruffy gentleman comes from the opposite room his hand bandaged. Kallus went white when the locked eyes.
"Well look at that! Captain brown nose got pretty fat!" He laughs.
Zeb growls protectively and sits kallus down.
"Watch your mouth you cocky bastard " he warns. "No one insults my lover and gets away with all their limbs"
Before it could escalate further, the medic steps between them. "Getting bitten wasn't enough solo? Go lick your wounds and leave them alone "
Leia drags him out while rex assisted the droid with wolffe.
"What can I do for you boys?" She asks taking a look at kallus. "Not feeling well are we?" She shoves a thermometer in his mouth and starts checking everything else.
"No fever. Heart rates a bit high but nothing serious. Do you want to step on the scale for me?" She pointed to the opposite wall. "Its alright if you don't want to "
Kallus heaved himself off the bed and waddled to the scale. How long had his walk been a waddle? Zeb wondered. Maybe his leg was bothering him today.
Zeb waited as the doctor checked the scale. She placed a hand on kallus's stomach to steady him and froze.
"Alright Alexsander I'm going to take you in the back room I'm going to try something. Zeb can you stay out here?"
He nodded and took a seat. He was starting to worry. Was kallus sicker than he thought?
Almost an hour later kallus came out with a stack of papers and some medicine. He looked nervous.
"Lex you alright?"
He just nodded and looked at Zeb.
"You take good care of him for me Garazeb. I want to see him in 3 weeks for a follow up. "
She gives kallus a hug and heads back to her office.
Kallus was silent on the walk back to the ghost. He was crying by the time zeb had sat him down.
"Alright what's going on? Are you sick? Is it serious. "
Kallus looked up at him. "Oh Kriff this is not what I was expecting. " he laughs. "Im....well we're.... IM PREGNANT!"
Zeb dropped the mug he filled with tea and stares at him.
"What? But? You're......"
"A human Male yes well apparently someone in my family isnt human so my dna is.....altered. Congratulations Garazeb. You have a new title to use. You can now say father. That is if you want them "
His expression darkened a bit.
"I know you were not expecting this so if you would like to seek another partner, I can understand. I cannot honestly sentence them to death. I'm keeping them"
Zeb gave him a kiss and walked toward the bay door. Kallus felt his stomach sink a bit expecting the rejection. It faded when he heard Zeb shout through the hangar.
IM GONNA BE A DAD!!!!!
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I photoshopped Kallus with no beard because I was bored... LMAO LOOK AT HIS CHUBBY FACE IT’S TOO ADORABLE
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I wish you would write a fic where in a strange turn of events Ezra, Sabine, Hera, Kanan, and Zeb are deaged into one year olds (Kanan is still blind when deaged) and Chopper, Rex, and Kallus have to take care of them til they turn back while keeping their deaged state a secret from Rebel High Command.
Hera was crying, and she wasn’t sure why.
She was uncomfortable. Her clothes were too large suddenly, the wind blew through the oversized gaps in the sleeves. She felt clumsy and awkward, like her body wasn’t her own. She was a little hungry, and for some reason that felt like the worst thing that had ever happened to her.
Tears ran down her face and sobs wracked her body, and the fact that she didn’t know why she was crying only upset her more, only made her cry harder.
She forced open her eyes and looked around, the view blurred by tears, and what she saw made no sense. All around her, were babies; three human, and one that looked like it might be Lasat, which made no sense, because there were no Lasat babies, not outside of Lira S…
No!
Suddenly the wrong-ness began to connect into something that made a kind of sense.
Not only did that baby look a bit like Zeb, but the others… Apprehensively, she raised her hand to inspect it. It was wrong. Too small, too chubby.
She didn’t look down, she didn’t dare.
“I don’t… I mean… how does a thing like this even happen? I’m not sure it’s actually possible.”
Rex stared at the former ISB agent incredulously. “If you’re looking at it with your own two eyes, isn’t that usually a pretty good indication that it happened?”
Kallus shook his head. “Not necessarily. Not when the thing I’m looking at is…” he indicated the five infants with a wave of his hand, “…that.”
“Yeah, good point,” Rex conceded. “This is… I can’t look after babies!”
Kallus gave Rex a look. “Why not?” he asked. “People do it every day.”
“Yeah, well most of those people aren’t clones. I was made for battle. When I was their age, I was learning to reassemble a blaster rifle and marching in formation. I’m not the paternal type.”
“And you think I am?” Kallus raised an eyebrow.
“Didn’t say that, did I?”
Chopper emitted a series of irritated sounding noises very obviously aimed in their direction, then maneuvered himself to Hera’s side and sat there, looking surprisingly menacing for a droid with no capacity for facial expressions.
Kallus looked at Rex. “Did he say what I think he said?”
Rex shrugged. “If you think he threw a bunch of insults our way, then probably. But to be honest, half of what he says is an insult, so it’s usually a good guess.”
“He’s probably right though.”
“That we should put our heads up…?”
“No! That we should do something. Standing around looking at them isn’t going to help anything.”
Something had happened, and Kanan was having a hard time working out what it was. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it. He felt wrong, somehow, in a way that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Everyone okay?” he asked. Only, he didn’t; his mouth refused to make the correct shapes, and the sound that came out, although he knew it was him making it, was jumbled and confused, and unintelligible even to his own ears.
Confused, Kanan raised his hands to his face. Save for the familiar scar tissue around his eyes, the skin was completely smooth and unblemished. His beard was gone, his mask had fallen to the ground. He didn’t understand, but he didn’t like it.
Tears prickled, and he tried to push them back. He didn’t cry, not over whatever this was. He needed to get control, he needed to find the others, make sure they were okay, and that the hadn’t been affected. He reached out with the Force, trying to find Hera, and found it impossible. He could still feel the Force surrounding him, but for some reason he suddenly found himself unable to use it. He had not forgotten any of the lessons he had learned over the years, but he found himself unable to put them into practice.
He felt himself begin to panic at that revelation; a completely pointless reaction, but one that for some reason, he couldn’t stop. The battle against the tears still threatening to fall was lost in that instant, and the sobs came, uncontrollable, unending. He gave up trying to stop himself, and gave himself over to it, it felt as though the world was ending, the worst, most horrible thing he could imagine was unfolding, and…
Arms closed around him. He felt himself being lifted, held against the hard surface of chest armor. A hand stroked his head soothingly, and as much as he knew he should hate it, it was strangely comforting.
Someone was talking. In the background, he could hear a wailing sound, like a baby crying. Another baby, he realized.
Suddenly, the whole thing clicked into place. It didn’t make sense, because it was ridiculous, but he understood what had happened.
“He’s not going to stop,” said a voice. It was one that he vaguely recognized.
“He will. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
That voice was closer, coming from the person holding him. It was more familiar still, but still he couldn’t quite identify it. He opened his eyes to gaze up at the person holding him, and was met by a wall of nothing. He couldn’t see.
He had known that. He shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Still, he felt his lip begin to quiver again. He tried to make it stop, but all emotional control had failed him.
“Hey, shush, it’s okay,” the voice said again. The strong arms began to move him up and down in a rhythmic swaying motion, and suddenly nothing seemed so bad any more.
“Hey, you’re a natural,” said the first voice.
The second sighed, and jiggled Kanan a little harder. “Shut up,” he said.
The scouting mission had gone well; the planet had appeared to be an ideal location for a new base, small, out of the way, capable of supporting life, abundant sources of water, even fertile land; in time, and with people who had the right skill-set, they might be able to grow crops. There were no shortage of displaced farmers in the Empire.
They should have known there was a reason why somebody hadn’t taken it already.
“Why do you think they were affected and we weren’t?” Kallus asked.
Rex shrugged, trying to fend off Ezra’s attempt to escape from his grip until he had wiped a blue milk mustache from the baby’s upper lip. “I don’t know. But it’s been a few hours now and nothing’s happened to us, so it looks like we got away with it, whatever it was.”
He placed Ezra on the floor, and the kid set off crawling, reached a chair and pulled himself to his feet before making his way unsteadily the rest of the way across the room.
Rex looked around. Kanan and Hera were sleeping side by side on a blanket he had put down on the floor. Zeb slept too, on the other side of the blanket, one arm curled underneath his head like a makeshift pillow.
Sabine was wide awake. She, like all of the de-aged crew, had cried like the world was ending at first, but unlike the others, she hadn’t reached a state of exhaustion; she appeared to have recovered more quickly than the rest, had found a crayon, and was currently occupying herself with drawing on the floor and walls.
“Do you think we should stop her doing that?” Kallus asked. “I don’t know everyone that well yet, but I’m certain Hera won’t be happy about it when she’s herself again.”
Rex shook his head. “Try it if you want,” he said. “But I can tell you what’ll happen if you try to take that crayon away. She’ll start crying, she’ll wake the others up, and before you know it, you’ll be dealing with five screaming babies again. But if that’s what you want, go ahead.”
Kallus shook his head. “I think it’s fine. It should clean off.”
It was the water; it had to be. The five of them had had a drink from a stream during their scouting mission, the others hadn’t. Chopper had scanned it and declared it safe, but to be certain they had filtered the water through a purification filter before drinking it, and for maybe an hour afterward they had been fine. Still, it was the only explanation.
Sabine just hoped that if they didn’t drink any more, they would go back to normal. She needed to communicate it to Rex and Kallus, to make sure that they didn’t make the same mistake, but every attempt to communicate had been met with frustration.
She took a deep breath, and tried to force her lips to say the words, but what came out was an unintelligible collection of sounds, her infant mouth incapable for some reason of forming the words.
She picked up the crayon again, clutching it in her fist because it was too large, and her hand too awkward, to do anything else. She began to draw yet another wobbly, meaningless line on the floor. It wasn’t right! She could see it in her head, she could see how the drawing was supposed to look, but when it came to actually putting it on paper — or, as it happened, on the floor — it just looked like nothing. Writing had been the same. Worse, even. The letters looked like nothing at all.
Her fingers gripped the crayon tightly, and she threw it hard across the room. Only, she didn’t. Instead, she managed to toss it maybe a meter in slightly the wrong direction. It hit Ezra in the back of the head, and he turned, a shocked and hurt expression on his face.
“I’m sorry,” Sabine tried to say, but what came out was more meaningless noise, and she finally gave in to the urge to cry.
Ezra picked up the crayon, got to his feet and waddled slowly toward her, walking like he was afraid he might fall over. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms as far around her as they would go, and squeezed as tightly as he could manage.
Oddly, it made her feel better.
“Do you think they know what’s happening?” Rex asked. “Think they remember who they are and they just can’t tell us?”
Kallus considered it, and it didn’t make for a pleasant thought. He shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I hope not, I don’t imagine it would be very pleasant for them.”
“If they know who they are, there’s a chance we’ll get them back,” Rex said. “Even if they have to grow up again, they’ll still have their memories. If not, they might grow into completely different people.”
“They might anyway,” Kallus said. He knelt down and carefully placed Ezra on the blanket next to the others. He opened his eyes for a moment, and looked around, but closed them again and fell instantly asleep. “Imagine growing up, going through puberty, surviving the whole process, only to find out you have to do the whole thing again.”
At that, Sabine stopped drawing and turned to look at him, wide eyed. She had been drawing again, the same thing over and over, wavy lines with a blue crayon. It was obvious that it was supposed to represent something, and the crudeness of the drawing appeared to be down to fine motor control rather than lack of skill.
“I think they remember,” Rex said.
Sabine frowned at him, then jabbed her pencil at the most recent set of lines she had drawn. “That,” she said, and then smiled as though the word had been a pleasant surprise. “That,” she said again. “That, that that!”
“Huh,” Rex said. “Whatever ‘that’ is, it’s obviously significant in some way. You didn’t happen to see a bunch of wavy lines lying on the ground anywhere out there, did you?”
Sabine scowled at them each in turn. “That,” she said again, then drew another almost identical line. She stared down at it, and then glared at her hand in frustration. Finally she yawned widely.
“I think you’re tired,” Rex said. “Want some milk before you go sleepies?”
“‘Go sleepies’?” Kallus mimicked.
Rex shrugged.
Chopper examined Hera critically. She had grown by 5% in the past thirty minutes. Irritatingly, the two unaffected organics didn’t seem to have noticed this. One of them had decided to leave the ship in an attempt to locate the cause of the de-aging, leaving the other to juggle babies.
He cast an eye over the other members of the crew; they were less important, but it was interesting to note that they, too had increased in size by a significant amount, much more than would be considered average in the timescales, for younglings of their particular species.
He had attempted to communicate this information to the human clone that had remained behind, however his grasp of Chopper’s communication methods was rudimentary at best. It was irrelevant anyway, if growth continued at the current rate, even the organics couldn’t fail to notice it in time.
While he waited for that to happen, he stuck close to Hera’s side.
Hera watched as Sabine made yet another attempt to draw a stream in blue crayon on the wall of the Ghost. It wasn’t going to work; if it hadn’t worked the sixth time, it wasn’t going to work the thirty-sixth. Still it was keeping her occupied, and it would continue to do so when they were themselves again, because she would be assigned to clean it up.
She placed her hand on the wall, in the same spot as she had earlier. She stretched the fingers wide apart and noted the distance between the end of her little finger and the edge of the control panel. It had shrunk significantly. There was no doubt about it, she was getting bigger.
Kanan was sitting in the corner of the room, his back pressed against two walls. His eyes were closed, but she could tell that he was awake. He had been quiet and subdued since this happened. Of course, none of them had been particularly talkative, but Kanan appeared to have retreated into himself. She worried about him.
He couldn’t see — whatever had done this to them hadn’t reversed any physical changes, they all still had their scars, Sabine’s hair was still the color she had last dyed it. It seemed unfair, in a way, but at the same time she was grateful, she didn’t want to have to watch him lose his sight again, she wasn’t sure what a thing like that might do to him. Of course, she couldn’t talk to him, couldn’t tell him what was happening around him, or ask whether he had noticed the effects wearing off. If she was finding this difficult, it had to be that much worse for him.
She moved herself a little closer, leaned against one of the walls and reached for his hand. She squeezed it lightly, and he smiled.
Ezra was sitting on the middle of the room, watching Sabine as she drew yet another line on the floor. Hera watched her too. She watched as a second line joined it, more deftly than the first, somehow drawn at the right angle that, when joined another, and another, somehow began to take a form. It was still basic, nowhere near Sabine’s usual standard, but Hera could see now what it was supposed to be. A river, or a stream, trees on either side, a steep bank leaving into slow moving water, grass on either side of the riverbank.
Sabine dropped the crayon and flexed her fingers as though they ached from the exertion, then looked at the picture with a scowl on her face; obviously it wasn’t good enough for her.
Hera looked again. There was something familiar about the image. She had seen it before somewhere. She turned to Kanan to ask him, and remembered the two ways that it was impossible. She sighed, angry with herself.
Either sensing her frustration, or hearing it in her sigh, Kanan gripped her hand a little harder, then put an arm around her. Hera leaned against him, and turned her attention to Zeb. He was standing by the opposite wall, watching the scene in much the same way she was. She wondered whether he recognized the drawing.
Being a kid had been bad enough the first time; Zeb didn’t want to go through it again, even if it did look like it was going to be at an accelerated rate. Especially if it was going to be at an accelerated rate.
He moved to the other side of the room and climbed easily up onto his favorite chair. He was definitely taller than he had been before his nap. Exactly how much taller, he wasn’t sure. He was stronger too, he could feel his muscles waking up and, like any young Lasat, he ached to use them. He looked around the room, searching for something else to climb. The table looked promising, but not high enough to pose any kind of a challenge. He leaped up there anyway, then searched for his next target.
“Anything?”
Kallus shook his head. The trip outside had been fruitless, as he had known it would be. He was still none the wiser about the cause of the de-aging. He looked at the babies. Hera and Kanan were slumped in the corner, fast asleep, while Sabine and Ezra had finally fallen asleep too, on the hard floor, Sabine still clutching her blue crayon. Near her head was a passable representation of a stream he had passed on his walk.
He gently picked them up one at a time and placed them on the slightly more comfortable blanket they had put down. He wished he could have given the babies their own beds, but he wasn’t sure they wouldn’t fall out, and it would have been impossible to look after all of them in separate quarters.
“Are they getting bigger?” he asked in a hushed tone, so as not to wake them.
Rex surveyed the scene. “I think they might be,” he said.
When he had left, he would have put them at around one standard year. Now, he might have said two. They had graduated from babies to toddlers in the time it had taken him to go for a short walk.
He sat down, just as Zeb leapt halfway across the room and landed on his hands. “Should he be doing that?” he asked.
“Don’t see why not,” Rex told him. “He seems to know what he’s doing.”
Kallus shrugged. “They should be able to talk soon,” he said.
Rex smiled. “Hera started saying real words about half an hour ago.”
“And you thought you weren’t the paternal type.” Kallus smirked. “But what I meant was that they might be able to tell us what happened.”
“Already did,” Rex told him. He pointed a finger at Sabine’s drawing. “They drank the water, remember? From a stream that looked a bit like that.”
Kallus went pale.
“I guess that explains why nobody lives here,” Rex continued. “Anybody that tried it probably found themselves in this kind of a situation.” He laughed. “I figure if they keep growing at their current rate, they’ll be themselves again in a day or so. In the meantime, ship’s water only. I’m going to work on the assumption that they’ll stop aging when they reach their original age, because the alternative’s unthinkable.” He frowned, noticing Kallus’ reaction. “What’s up with you?”
Kallus shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Tell me you didn’t drink the water.”
Kallus shook his head. “I didn’t.” He hesitated. “But I did find some meilooruns growing not far from the stream. Must’ve been planted by some of those people that abandoned the place.”
Rex stared at him. “You didn’t..?”
“It might just be the water,” Kallus said. “They might not be affected.”
“And where do you think the juice in those meilooruns comes from?”
Kallus sighed. He nodded at the kids, pleased to see they appeared to have grown a little older still. “How long did it take to affect them?”
“About an hour. I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. I’m going to be all alone, looking after six babies!”
Chopper made an indignant sound.
“So,” Kallus said. He got up from his chair and sat on the ground. “If it’s going to happen, I have about ten minutes, I’m going to sit down here so I don’t fall off my chair.” He grimaced, and looked at the five toddlers, not eager join them. Zeb had stopped his gymnastic display, and moved a little closer, to listen in on the conversation. He was wearing a solemn expression, and reached out to pat Kallus’ foot supportively. Kallus sighed. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”
Rex grinned widely. “None of you are. I don’t know if you knew this, but Chopper records everything he sees. You can guarantee this is going to be one of the ones he stores forever.”
#star wars rebels#swr fanfiction#captain rex#alexsandr kallus#kidfic#I've never written this kind of thing before#look what anon made me do
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