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I’m just in love with this concept art of Quizzy and I feel like not enough people are aware of it’s existence.
#hes so hamsom#i love his lil awkward expression on the bottom middle#and the TEEF#*swoons*#star wars#the grand inquisitor#quizzy#the inquisitor#grand inquisitor#swr#sw rebels#star wars rebels#star wars concept art#pau’an
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For an Imperial piece of armor, the Grand Inquisitor’s has an awful lot of Pau’an styling.
There’s the peaked motif found in Pau’an dress, on everything: his pauldrons, neck collar, bracers, and leg plates. The high protective collar couldn’t be only a personal choice, it seems essential that their longer necks are protected. Then there’s the pinstriping on every surface of the armor, evocative of the traditional, ribbed Pau’an robes and of course, their skin.
For example here’s Tion Medon, a high ranking Pau’an official:
Could the Grand Inquisitor have been so partial to his species’ culture that he styled his armor after it? It wouldn’t seem like he spent much time on his home planet before being inducted into the Jedi Order. Even the Inquisitor’s Temple Guard armor wasn’t much like his later Imperial suit. Could he be affected by his past life more than he appears? That always made him a deep character for me; his cruel, efficient exterior but subversive and morally grey inclinations.
Maybe it was just the SW Rebels’ creative team trying to make him look distinctly Pau’an. Or, it may be like if someone grew up in Texas, they’d probably still be wearing lots of blue jeans even if they moved to another country. Either way, it’s an awesome suit of armor and nod to Utapau.
#grand inquisitor#pau’an#utapau#star wars rebels#inquisitorius#sith#sith inquisitor#star wars aliens#star wars
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for a second I was thinking like. how could the grand inquisitor become evil when his homeworld is that pretty? and then I instantly remembered he didn’t grow up there. he grew up on Smog Planet. I would go evil too if that were me
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Finally got to finish this Piece
I really love making solarpunk Star Wars ocs and It was fun to make a Pau’an with a different color palette
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You could have saved him.
#FINISHED#for the first time drawing my boy i’m pretty proud of this#one of the first times drawing humans in general tbh my brain is still in pau’an mode#first of many tho (i have PLANS)#tbb crosshair#my art#screencap redraw#tbb#the bad batch#bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#bad batch season 2#tbb season 2#tbb s2#star wars#star wars fanart#bad batch fanart
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The Grand Inquisitor was the only Inquisitor who didn’t wear a mask, but he was the only one who did wear a mask when he was a Jedi.
#Sidious ripped away each of their identities#the grand inquisitor#grand inquisitor#sith inquisitors#inquisitors#pau’an inquisitor#mine
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Grand Inquisitor got veneers I think
Thanks! I hate it!
#asks#anon#love the implication that he has human teeth and then replaced them with Pau’an teeth#akshfjgkg#grand inquisitor
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and I’m just supposed to go back to sleep after all that
#star dorks#hc watches kenobi#kenobi spoilers#owk spoilers#sw spoilers#also do pau’ans have nine lives or something
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wip wednesday
ch 4 excerpt, fresh off the press :)
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The plains of Utapau stretch out around them, littered with the crests of the enormous sinkholes that house the Pau’an and Utai population of the Outer Rim planet. From where he’s sitting, outside the one-man tent that Anakin is currently occupying, he can see five of the planet’s nine moons, shining in the sky, each at different points in their lunar cycles. Directly above him is the fullness of Utapau’s largest moon. Far off in the distance, the lights of the various isolationist Amani tribes glitter on the horizon.
He stokes the firepit they had hastily built up with a stick, wrapping his outer robe tightly around himself. Even with the warmth of the flames in front of him, the fierce winds bite through the fibres of his clothes, chilling him to the bone. He holds his hands out to the flames, shivering, the wind tousling his hair.
Anakin’s snoring from within the tent is so loud that Obi-Wan might have missed the chiming of his communicator, had it not been clipped to his bracer and therefore almost directly in front of his face as he sits with his arms around his knees, keeping watch on their surroundings. He fumbles with the sleeve of his outer robe, pulling it up just enough to be able to access the device, and he presses the button to answer the call.
A miniature holographic Satine greets him, visible from the waist up, and he smiles, even as the chill of the wind stings his cheeks and raises goosebumps over his skin. “Hello, cyar’ika,” he murmurs, his teeth chattering.
Satine smiles up at him. “Ben,” she says, her voice soft. “How’s your investigation going?”
Obi-Wan chuckles, though it’s bitter. “Not well,” he admits. “Anakin and I have had to make camp on the plains for the night, and it’s bloody freezing out here.” With a grumble and an attempt at filthy humour, he adds, “I might have lost a couple of inches.”
Satine rolls her eyes. “Ha,” she deadpans drily. “Yes, I can see the headlines of the gossip magazines now — the cock of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is now only just above average, after a mission to Utapau goes awry.” They both laugh, and Obi-Wan brushes his hair back from his face.
“What about you?” he asks. “How are you?”
Satine waves him off. “Oh, I’m fine. I’ve had the apartment to myself the last couple of nights, Korkie’s staying with Amis.” She smiles fondly. “It’s nice to see them happy. It reminds me of us, back when we were young.”
But there’s something in her countenance, a hesitation, that piques his curiosity — and his concern. He frowns. “Satine?” he says quietly. “What is it?”
“What’s what?” She’s deliberately avoiding the subject, glancing off to the side and fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve — a nervous tic she had developed during their year on the run.
He frowns. “Whatever is bothering you must be significant,” he points out, though he keeps his voice low, not wishing to disturb Anakin’s slumber.
Satine swallows anxiously, still not looking at him. But when she does finally turn to meet his eyes once more, he’s shocked to see that she’s crying. “Satine?” he asks hoarsely. “What’s wrong?” He reaches out a finger, wishing he could actually touch her right now, wipe the tears from her face. “Please, tell me.”
She gasps, lets out a slow breath. Her jaw trembles and her eyes glance down towards the floor. “I…” she starts, her voice breaking. She sniffles, brings a hand up to cover her mouth for a moment. “I thought… anyway, I’m not, and even if I had been, I’m not sure what we would have done, but—”
Obi-Wan hushes her. “What are you talking about?” he asks. “You’re not… what?”
Satine looks up at him, her eyes shining even over holo. Her mouth opens and closes several times as she tries to find the words to say.
“Pregnant,” she finally says. “I thought I was pregnant.”
His head spins. “You…” His voice is hoarse, his expression shocked. “Pregnant?”
Satine shakes her head. “I’m not, Ben,” she says, and he thinks he detects a hint of misery at the statement. “I guess my body has just been through so much trauma over the last couple of months that I missed my cycle.”
“Yes,” he says, frowning. “I remember you experienced that a couple of times when we were younger. Constant stress and worry delaying your cycle.”
Satine sighs, her hand unconsciously coming to rest on her abdomen. “I don’t even know what we would have done, had I been pregnant.” She looks up at him, a small frown creasing her brow. “Would you… even want another child?”
Would he? He can’t deny having fantasised about having another baby with Satine, raising the child together with her, even if it were still in secret, keeping the child’s existence hidden from the Jedi Council. He thinks of all the experiences he missed out on with Korkie — first words, first steps, all the significant milestones that Satine remembers, even if it had been as the loving and doting adoptive aunt. He wonders what they would name their child, were they to have another. Would they choose another name from Stewjon, or would their child get a more traditionally Mandalorian name? Who would they look like more: himself or Satine?
He shakes his head, tries to clear his thoughts. “I’m… not sure,” he admits. “If we lived in a galaxy where there was no war and I wasn’t forced to hide our relationship?” He smiles sadly. “Yes, I think I would have liked to have another child with you.” But his face falls, then. “But we don’t. And some days I don’t even know if I’m going to live through this war—”
“Don’t say that,” Satine interjects, her voice sharp. “Of course you’re going to survive.” With a facetious smile, she adds, “You have no choice, because you know that if you did die, I’d just drag you, kicking and screaming, from the afterlife.”
Obi-Wan snorts at that. “Of course you would, cyare.” He frowns as he looks back to Satine’s holo visage in front of him. “What about you? Would you want to have another baby?”
She smiles, and it’s a bittersweet smile. “Maybe,” she says. “I know our situations were vastly different, but we both grew up with other children around us. Korkie didn’t really have that. And I’ve always hated that he’s been an only child…”
#wip wednesday#wip#fic wip#star wars#star wars the clone wars#sw tcw#sw tcw fanfic#obi-wan kenobi#satine kryze#obi-wan kenobi x satine kryze#obi-wan x satine#obitine#korkie kryze x amis#kormis#satine lives au#korkie kryze is a kenobi#scotty's words#in your queue shall burn
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Imagine hanging out with temple guard Quizzy in the jedi archives library at night just reading stuff in companionable silence
#ignoring the fact that he’s not allowed there#maybe this is before he was banned#god i really want that story#what did he do#are none of the temple guards allowed?#if it’s only him who isn’t how would jocasta know if he tried to go they all look the same#maybe he’s the only one interested in books#anyway#cozy nighttime reading partner#lol#the grand inquisitor#grand inquisitor#pau’an inquisitor#the inquisitor#jedi temple#jedi temple guard#the jedi archives#jocasta nu#star wars
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until we get confirmation otherwise i am 100% going to believe that they just replaced the grand inquisitor with another, better grand inquisitor, and that’s who we see in rebels. i think that is the funniest possible writing choice disney could make and they should absolutely take that route. vader just had a completely identical pau’an waiting in the wings to take his spot like this
#this is vader's inquisititorious yearbook btw#kenobi spoilers#kenobi show#star wars#the grand inquisitor#zero.txt
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Clonetober- Day 15
Prompt: “It’s so quiet.”/clone commanders/post order 66/Imperial AU
Prompt list by @ladysongmaster Divider by djarrex
Tags/Warnings: Order 66 related experiences (death, brainwashing, betrayal), Loss of Identity
A dark hallway stretched in front of him, red lights shimmering at the bottom to mark the path he needed to follow. He had walked down this hall more times than he could count over the past few months, the weight on his mind increasing with every step.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
The voice inside his head screamed at him to wake up, but the sound was muffled behind a wall that separated his true self from the person he had become the second those dooming words hit his ears.
Execute Order 66.
In that moment, he had felt the love he had for his friends slip away. The Jedi were traitors to the Republic, along with anyone that stood with them. The list of targets shrunk day by day as the threat was dealt with. Most of the Council had been taken care of almost immediately. Those still at the Temple had either been killed by the 501st, or for a lucky few, had found escape.
General Orim had not been so lucky. He had brought her down with a shot to the leg, not enough to kill, but enough to allow for her capture. Commander Torra had escaped capture, running off with the 394th’s medic, Chip, before anyone could apprehend them.
Keebo. Her name is Keebo.
CC-8183 had not seen any of them since he brought the captured General in for questioning. She had been taken away and locked in a cell. His job was done, her fate was in someone else’s hands now. There had been a reprimand for not capturing Torra and for allowing Chip to escape, but he had worked hard to overcome that slip up.
He now had a position working in the newest Imperial Fortress, a base for those called Inquisitors. Jedi hunters. CC-8183 had been sent to train to be a new kind of trooper, ones that worked alongside these Inquisitors. They were called Purge Troopers, the Empire’s most elite fighters. Like the Inquisitors, they served a purpose. To hunt down the remaining Jedi.
CC-8183 had been given his first assignment, to work closely with one of the Inquisitors. The 5th Sister was the name she had been given. He had never met one of them personally, so he had no idea what to expect. From what he had heard, they were an unpleasant lot. No one knew where they came from, only that they were deadly and single minded in their determination to bring an end to their foes.
When he reached his destination, CC-8183 came to a stop outside a dark door. He pressed the call button to signal to those inside that he was there, awaiting their call to enter. When the door slid open and he was granted access, he stepped inside before standing at attention.
“CC-8183, reporting for duty,” he said. “I was told I was to be assigned to work with the 5th Sister.”
A tall Pau’an man dressed in black turned to face him, his gold eyes almost piercing as his gaze touched CC-8183.
“Excellent. She is just about ready to depart for her mission,” he said, long sharp teeth glinting as he spoke. “A mistake had been made, however. Your designation is no longer that of a Clone Trooper. You shall now be known as PT-8183.”
“Yes, sir. I shall make a point to change my way of addressing myself.”
The Pau’an man’s lips curled in a dark smile, as if he was proud of something. PT-8183 followed his gaze to see another figure enter the room from a door a short distance from the one he had entered. A small feminine figure clad in black with red accents walked across the room, a helmet tucked beneath her arm. A dark handled lightsaber sat on either hip and the Imperial symbol was emblazoned on her shoulders.
Her long hair had been cut, the remaining length pulled back into a tight braided hairstyle. Gray eyes had transitioned to a greenish gold, the brightness of the color contrasting the darkness that lay within. She was different, but he still recognized her and it sent a shock through his body.
Lena.
As if she could sense his recognition, her gaze snapped to him, a scowl covering her expression. PT-8183 grounded himself and brought his momentary lapse of control to a halt. That wasn’t who she was anymore. She was no longer the woman that had been kind to him, the one that had been his friend.
Lena Orim was gone, and so was Commander Blaze.
Hope you enjoyed this! Please reblog, like, and comment! I'm a few posts behind, but I'm working on getting caught up!
#clonetober2023#star wars: the clone wars#star wars#star wars fanfiction#original characters#the clone wars#clone troopers#clone trooper oc
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I finally had the time to finish this…
Beefy Pau’an warrior because we love body variety >:)
@inquisitorius-sin-bin this one is dedicated to you ;)
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Supreme Family x Star Wars AU crossover
HI!
So, I was on IG and saw a Mando!Tony Stark art and then a Padawan!Peter Parker art done by @osheeparts . And you know me, this bitch loves a crossover. SO, I'm like, well what about a Star Wars x Supreme Family (Stark/Strange with Peter and/maybe America as their "kids") crossover.
The AU is basically this:
Stephen Strange is raised as a Mandalorian Jedi (pau’an ancient one is his master) and regularly visits Mandalore because of culture. Attachment is either very loose in this AU or Strange ignores that suggestion (since he's a defiant bitch). He ends up falling for another Mandalorian from a different clan, Tony Stark. He's knighted, they marry, and the council would rather not fight him on it because he's good at what he does, plus two Mandalorians fighting are more effective than one (even if Tony isn't a jedi). Eventually they give Stephen a padawan (and he's NOT happy about it, which amuses the hell out of Tony) and it's Peter. Tony assumes dad position immediately and Stephen takes longer to warm up especially because he has to be a teacher/role model as well. They become super close like a family and it's cute as hell. When Peter is knighted, Tony and Stephen are super proud dads and gift him a piece of mando armor. They don't make the mistake of giving Peter a padawan when he's a new knight (*cough cough* sorry Obi-Wan) and instead give Stephen a new Padawan (America Chavez).
Characteristics:
Tony: Mandalorian Human. Heavily scarred on his right side due to (unknown at the moment) and has a cybernetic arm up to his shoulder. Also has a cybernetic eye. He built both and his cybernetic eye works with the targeting system in his helmet (think JARVIS)
Stephen: Mandalorian either mutant or non-human (hes going to be paler/more gray than humans). He has 3 eyes, a little ponytail, and a big dick. Green lightsaber. He carries around one of the ancient one’s kyber crystals after they were killed (the eye of agamotto)
Peter: human, not much different than regular Marvel Peter. Uses VERY acrobatic lightsaber styles (duh). Blue lightsaber. Ps. Tom Holland's likeness is incredibly hard to get down.
Ancient one: I’m thinking a non-binary pau-an with two sabers (one yellow, one green). Overall badass. They were able to convince Stephen’s clan to let him become a Jedi to reforge the relations between Jedi and Mando.
#ironstrange#strangeiron#tony stark x stephen strange#tony stark#stephen strange#marvel crossover#star wars crossover#marvel#star wars#supreme family#Mando!tony stark#Mando!jedi!Stephen Strange#Padawan!peter Parker#peter parker
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MOVIE ACCURATE PAU’AN MY BELOVEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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“Ignorant” Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble, Star Wars: The Clone Wars
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The moment you see him you’re reminded of someone else.
It’s because of the athletic build, you think. After all, you’ve seen many nautolans over the years that never triggered the memory of that particular one. You’re not even sure why the memory is still so strong. Maybe it was because you had been mildly disappointed when he died. So much potential wasted.
You study the face of the jedi now striding over to the bar. You lean back in the darkened booth at the corner of the establishment, nursing a drink you won’t bring to your lips. You think it’s possible he could be related to that barbaric creature; force sensitivity tends to cling to bloodlines.
Yes, the physical resemblance is strong, but the similarities end there. The nautolan speaking smoothly to the bartender is a jedi of calm, disciplined bearing. Nothing like the feral being that was carved to pieces by jedi blades.
You focus, filtering through the buzz of the nightclub, listen to the jedi’s carefully worded questions. They’re exactly what you expect them to be, given the rather interesting events of last night.
The jedi’s conversation is fruitless. He’s disappointed, you can sense that, but an air of optimism still hangs over him. His eyes sweep over the room, over the customers painted in the neon of the pulsating lights, most half drunk or high, sly hands passing credits under tables.
His gaze settles on your partially shadowed form. It lingers for a moment, before he makes up his mind and walks in your direction.
You sigh. You know he didn’t sense anything; you’re far too careful, but your species tends to catch the curious eye wherever you go. People aren’t used to seeing Pau’ans on Coruscant, especially lurking around in the lower levels.
Technically, you’re a hybrid, but your heritage is too clearly evident. Too much associated with those features, as though simply because a species can live so many centuries means that every member is a wise advisor.
“Is this seat taken?” the jedi inquires brightly.
You tilt your head. Hearing it up close, you think you rather like his voice. It’s pleasing, though it’s hardly the only thing about him that you find appealing…but that’s irrelevant. Talking to a jedi would be irresponsible. If you sulk, and act irritated and drunk enough, you know he’ll end up just passing on by.
You shake your head and make a loose, welcoming gesture. “No, feel free.”
He obliges, sliding across from you. “Kit Fisto,” he introduces himself, “And you?”
You smile. “I don’t make a habit of handing out my name so easily, even to a noble jedi.”
He’s amused. “You don’t find value in exchanging pleasantries?”
“I still haven’t yet decided if it would worth the effort.”
He laughs. “I’m wounded.”
You shrug. “I’m just being pragmatic. A jedi rarely introduces themselves to strangers without an ulterior motive.”
There’s a glimmer in his eye as he responds, “Well, unless you happen to know who attacked the Chancellor last night, I think we can put aside any ulterior motives.”
You raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly. “So this is about pleasure when you’re supposed to be working.” You cross your arms. “I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong girl for that.”
“I think you misunderstand my intentions,” Kit quickly corrects, “I don’t prefer to rush into things.”
This surprises you. You frown, noticing the slight somber cast over his aura. “Now this is curious,” you muse, “A jedi who’s a romantic. Seems rather like a sin.”
“Just need to breathe once in a while,” is his reply, his voice quieter than before.
It disturbs you that you can’t tell if he’s lying, if maybe he had sensed something and is constructing a ruse to further investigate. Or if he is simply a weary jedi whose code just isn’t quite sustaining him. You’re in the dark, and after so many years it feels so foreign. Vulnerable, ignorant of the truth.
You lean forward, your face not far from his handsome features, close enough that he can clearly see the perilous sharpness of your fangs.
“Maybe we can see where tonight leads.”
#kit fisto x reader#kit fisto#star wars: the clone wars#fanfic#drabble#reader insert#pau'an#nautolan
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