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takadasaiko · 2 hours ago
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Star Wars Minimalist Posters | by Dennis Haacker
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takadasaiko · 2 hours ago
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It looks like there are some Rebels comics with Kallus in them. Anyone wanna help a girl out by letting me know which ones so I can continue to feed the new obsession? 😂
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takadasaiko · 3 hours ago
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CORUSCANT, Capital of the Galaxy | Andor S01E04
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takadasaiko · 3 hours ago
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Out of context, I love the idea of Luke just randomly getting unprompted Force Skype calls from Vader. Constantly annoying him. “Not again.”
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takadasaiko · 7 hours ago
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Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1442.
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationship: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb “Zeb” Orrelios
Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Darth Vader, Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Grand Inquisitor, Garazeb Orrelios
Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, Day 5, Running out of air, Strangulation, Force Choking (Star Wars), Implied Beheading, Implied Massacre, Nightmares, Clawing at Own Throat, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Alexsandr Kallus Whump, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 2 of Whumptober 2k22, Part 7 of Rebel Hearts
Prompts: @whumptober-archive No. 5 “Running Out of Air” and @badthingshappenbingo “Clawing at Own Throat”.
Summary: Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.
RUNNING OUT OF AIR
Kallus has the instinct to claw at his own throat to fight against the invisible force constricting his windpipe, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, there’s nothing he can do. Panic clings to the marrow of his bones as Darth Vader approaches him, and lifts him until only the tip of his boots is grazing the ground. Kallus struggles to gain purchase and reduce the strain on his throat, to no avail. He gasps and wheezes hard, almost rivaling the sound of Vader’s mechanical respirator. He wills for precious oxygen to fill his burning lungs, without success.
Dark spots appear in his vision as he runs out of air, and the world around him spins. Kallus knows that he’s at a hair’s breadth from death. Despite the survival instinct driving his body right now, Kallus is at peace with dying. He’s known all along that he’d meet an unceremonious end the moment he became a Fulcrum agent to help the rebellion. The question was never if he was going to die, but how soon. He foolishly thought that would take longer, but his time is up.
Perhaps it’s what he deserves for leading the Empire to the rebel base. His hands are stained with all the blood that is being shed in Atollon today. Another crime he will pay eternally in hell.
“Such a disappointment you’ve turned out to be, Agent Kallus. Your future within the Empire was promising. You threw it all away, and for what? A pathetic band of rebels?” Vader pulls Kallus closer; the tip of his boots dragging on the Chimaera’s bridge walkway. The Dark Lord studies him intently. “Hmm, I sense longing in you. You think the rebels would welcome you with open arms, don’t you? I don’t think they would if they know that it’s your fault we found their base.”
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takadasaiko · 8 hours ago
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FIREFLY (2002) || 1.03 “Bushwhacked”
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takadasaiko · 10 hours ago
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Day 5:  Fictober “No, anything but that.”
Fandom:  Star Wars (Legends)
Words:  100
“Dad hates anyone touching the Falcon!” crowed Jaina.
“True,” her mother agreed.
Jacen continued breathlessly detailing their plans.  “Chewie said FIRST we’re going to hydrowash it!  Top to bottom!”
Han feigned a wince.  “That’s not alright!”
“And THEN,” little Anakin confided, “we’re going to polish the decks!”
“No, anything but that.”
An actor Han was not, but the kids were too excited at getting to “play” with his ship they didn’t notice.
“Go!” Leia urged, “Before he stops you!”
The trio raced off.
“We owe Chewie one,” Han smiled.  
“More than one,” Leia replied, stepping into his arms.  “Happy Anniversary.”
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takadasaiko · 13 hours ago
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self-indulgent post-geonosis doodle
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takadasaiko · 14 hours ago
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Years later, when he thought about the order that had come down from his commanding officer that the Empire would make an example of the Lasat people, Kallus would have liked to say he pushed back. Hells, he wished he could say he hesitated more than a fraction of a moment. But he couldn't. He didn’t.  
After the dust had settled and the handful of survivors had been scattered to the corners of the galaxy, Kallus had been called before the Imperial Senate to give testimony. It was rare, especially by then, for a ranking officer - especially a member of the Imperial Security Bureau - to be forced to answer to an elected body for his action. He’d stood before them with his back straight, shoulders squared, and what he could only imagine was a look of utter self righteousness as he gave his version of the story. These senators knew nothing of war. Nothing of the savageness of the Empire’s enemy. They hadn’t been laid out, bleeding out, and only able to watch as one of them moved steadily through the men and women they served with, snuffing out lives one by one. Kallus had served his Empire on Lasan. He’d done his duty. 
“Do you know what the weapons your men used do to an organic life form?” Senator Mon Mothma had asked him. “They were designed to bring down ships. They pull a person apart atom by atom, ignite every nerve ending and pain receptor before disintegrating the victim. Does that sound like a soldier’s duty, Agent?”
He’d said yes, she’d voted to have him court marshaled, and he’d received accommodations for his part in the battle. As Kallus floated in and out and around consciousness, every nerve ending on fire as his body broke down atom by atom, he wondered if she would find any satisfaction in the way he would meet his end. No, he didn’t think so. She was a better person than he was.
--- From a thus untitled Rebels fic for Whumptober
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takadasaiko · 16 hours ago
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Vader with Luke:
Vader without Luke:
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I mean.... he's clearly going very easy on his one and only son who must not be killed the enemy jedi, meanwhile Luke's fighting for his life
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takadasaiko · 16 hours ago
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Luke and Leia doodle. Luke just saw a tie fighter pass by
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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“We all agree this is Cody’s fault?” Fox asks, hands on his hips as he looks around.
Wolffe snorts. “Absolutely. I will not get into shit with General Plo.”
“Does this face look like it could do wrong?” Bly says, pointing at himself. “No. Cody’s on the other hand…”
“It’s the deep waters you gotta look out for,” Wolffe nods sagely.
“I will kill you all and make it look like an accident.”
“That’s the spirit,” Fox grins, slapping Cody’s shoulder in encouragement. “Hold that expression until the sergeant arrives for processing.”
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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Jyn and Cassian commission for @acosmiclxve
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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To celebrate the completion of their fanfic Interregnum (200,000+ words holy smokes), the writers asked me to illustrate a scene of Mara Jade being her usual badass self, and well, how could I say no? Check it out, there’s action and Luke/Mara goodness and all the good characters from the golden era of the EU. 
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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Day 4:  Whumptober  Dead on Your Feet/Hidden Injury/Waking Up Disoriented
Fandom:  Star Wars (Legends)
Words:  100
“Skywalker.”  Mara’s voice retained its durasteel edge, no trace of concern.  “You look like death on two feet.”  
Luke stumbled aboard, wondering what had gotten into him.  When he’d woken up on Firrerre, he’d had a mild cough, nothing like this.  Force detox hadn’t helped—and now the cold was a fever.
“Mara…”  It came out wrong, sloppy. 
“Mara—”
It was Mara, wasn’t it?  Luke blinked, his world tilting.
A suffering sigh, then strong hands prevented the fall that had seemed inevitable.  
“Drunk?  Smooth, Master Skywalker.”
A shiver answered. Not the flirty denial he’d intended.
Then everything went black.
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Note:  Today’s drabble is a little wink and a nod to the plague I invented as a basis for my fuck or die fic Infectious.  Why let Thryce have all the fun? 
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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Fun little snippet from what I was writing on last night, in case anyone's interested in a preview:
“It’s fine,” Kallus assured Zeb as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. “It’ll be a quick in and out. Bit like Tattoine.”
Zeb snorted, his ears twitching. “Tattoine was only a quick in an’ out ‘cause I made it a quick in an’ out.”
 “You act like I had nothing to do with that.” 
“Sure ya did. You got us inta the mess.”
That finally elicited a bit more reaction from the ginger man and he turned to face Zeb fully in what sounded like an argument that had been rehashed again and again since the event. “It was a simple plan. Even you could have followed it.”
“So what was your excuse?” Zeb snapped back. 
Sabine felt her ears pop a little, signaling that they were well into their descent. “Someday, I want to hear this story in full, but for now do we have everything ready?”
Writing on a Rebels fic tonight and I’m just leaning into the idea that Kallus spent his first year with the Rebellion helping to bolster their spies within the Empire and Zeb tagged along on the off-world trips to keep him from getting himself killed.
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takadasaiko · a day ago
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