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Word Count: 592
Category: Uncategorized
Rating: Unrated
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Star Wars
AU: We Are Defiance
Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Cassian Andor, K-2SO, Bodhi Rook, Jyn Erso
Relationships: Chirrut/Baze, Cassian & K-2SO, Bodhi & Jyn
Possibilities for the Rogue One crew in We Are Defiance.
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 another little hint 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.
Word Count: 592
Category: Uncategorized
Rating: Unrated
Warnings: Choose Not to Warn
Fandom: Star Wars
AU: We Are Defiance
Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Cassian Andor, K-2SO, Bodhi Rook, Jyn Erso
Relationships: Chirrut/Baze, Cassian & K-2SO, Bodhi & Jyn
Possibilities for the Rogue One crew in We Are Defiance.
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 another little hint 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.