Ré & Rainha

Sometimes I don't think Dedra's imprisonment was supposed to be interpreted as "justice." I think it was supposed to be like, "see, there is no justice under the Empire because even its most faithful servant got eaten by the system, and not even for her actual crimes." But because all we see is one short scene of her breaking down in Narkina, it comes across as "she got what she deserved," therefore undermining Cassian's Narkina arc like Maria said.

My headcanon is that the New Republic did in fact get rid of the Narkina prison system, but canonically the Empire didn't fall until 5 ABY, about six years after Dedra is locked up. And again, we have no confirmation of that happening or Dedra living that long (though I prefer to think she did). We can't prove her fate totally contradicted the show's anti-carceral message, but we can't prove it didn't, and Gilroy should have thought of that.

So rarely do people who conduct genocide go to prison in real life that I wonder if Dedra's ending was meant to be wish fulfillment, kind of like how Law & Order: SVU provides wish fulfillment for people who want to see sexual predators face legal consequences, which is also way too rare. But of course, that's not an excuse for Syril and Krennic both being physically aggressive with Dedra (and that being portrayed as an okay consequence for lying to your partner or breaking the rules at work is just... yucky). Also, Luthen did a genocide, and even though him "burning his decency" was the thesis statement of his arc, he had a say in how his story ended.

This has already been discussed at length by the Dedra corner of Andor fandom, but it bears repeating that she's the only Imperial character we know of who was indoctrinated into fascism as a child, in a system that was probably very similar to the kinderblock. So for her to be the one who gets subjected to cruel and unusual punishment when she had way less agency than other Imperials from day one doesn't sit right.

I think Dedra's ending could have gone down more smoothly if:

she hadn't been a victim of gender-based violence (and if the difference in her and Bix's reactions to such violence didn't have a "you don't deserve to defend yourself if you're evil" vibe)

there was any confirmation that the New Republic got rid of the Narkina prisons

her lifelong lack of agency was fleshed out with actual backstory instead of just a few sentences she told Eedy in 2x03

we actually got to see her hunting for Axis for a year before she found him

we got any indication that prison ironically gave her more of a support system than she'd ever had apart from Syril, which is possible because in Narkina you have to be a team player to avoid being tortured

This isn't necessarily a defense of Dedra's ending because I don't think there was a "most correct" ending for her. Obviously one of the show's goals was to have all the Imperials get their faces eaten by leopards, and Krennic's death in Rogue One set that precedent years before Andor even started.

I'm not sure if that means Dedra should have just been killed off like the rest of them instead of being sentenced to an unknown period of suffering (which I'm sure was supposed to be karmic payback for enjoying Bix's suffering in season 1). I have a feeling Gilroy thought her death would have been too close to a "happy ending" for the show's most devout fascist, because death technically would have reunited her with Syril.

So, the prisional system wasn't made to be fair, but to be controlling. Foucault used to say that already in the 70's I wouldn't be surprised if some of it migrated to Lucas' storytelling since most of his plot was a way to denounce fascism.

About SW, specifically, we see through the movies AND the series a strong similarity between the Empire and many empires/kingdoms through our History that suffered from the same problem - supplies.

We dealt through slavery, mass production, technology and the usage of prison labor. Does that sound familiar? Narkina wasn't just a way to show us that the Empire was "evil". It was a not so subtle pointing to our own History.

I discussed with @nymphl about Dedra, and we both agree that Dedra being incarcerated for life was mistake. Being a traitor, she should have being sent to the death squad instead - but Gilroy and many others had already shown us how the Empire was reluctante to kill anyone who could be useful.

We see planets struggling to produce and survive - even planets in the outer rim were negociating with the Empire and that was happen because after decades of political unrest and Civil War, there was no way that the Estate could keep with all the demands of such a large territory, clones, robots or not.

About the liberation of the Narkina prisioners after the ending of the Empire, supposing that Dedra was still alive - again, she wouldn't be liberated - because, genodicer - and also because after any coup (and I'm using this term since every fall of Government it is considered a coup), only the political prisioners anti-Government are liberated.

Galeano, in his papers about international interference in the making of ditatorships in Latin America discusses extensively about it. Also, published in the 70's. Are we seing a pattern here?

Oh well, all the others prisioners in real life - and maybe in SW too - remain in prision. If, and a big if here, there is a demand for free-workers, the new government will review their own laws and maybe release some prisioners under special circumstaces, such as parole, anisty, etc. It's not because they are "good".

Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story available on AO3

Just a silly meme for my story. Those of you who are Brazilians will certainly catch the reference immediately. For those of you who are not, this comes from a popular Brazilian soap opera called Senhora do Destino, in which the villain steals a baby from their family. Even if you never heard of the soap opera, you probably know the popular meme Math Lady or Confused Blonde.

Back to my fic, Since AlterKleya bonds quickly with Karim, @cliotris commented Kleya's def NOT Brazilian, otherwise she'd have stolen Karim from Krennic already.

Summary: The Death Star is operational. Luthen dies because of this piece of information. And Kleya wakes up in a new reality in which none of it matters, because neither of these things has happened. She’s married to the architect of destruction: Orson Krennic. Actually, it’s much worse: they have a son together and she’s never been part of the Rebellion. Tethered to a reality that makes absolutely no sense, Kleya has no option except to use what she knows and her abilities to bring down the man who now shares her bed. The question is: can she? Will she?

Summary: This is art.

A porn with a smidge of plot where Krennic believes he has all the cards. A Krennic/Kleya fic, ofc. Seven Minutes

There is something truly exciting about being subjected to Kleya’s stare.

He is used to being desired – for his status, for his own sex appeal, it has always been easy to provoke such a response from others. Since his days in the Academy, people have tried to get him for his body or brain, especially now that his influence is no small thing.

The fact is that power is attractive, and that is what he exudes from every inch of his skin. It amuses him that they don’t realize their own attractiveness to him relies entirely on the power he has over them.

Kleya is another story.

A pretty little thing that caught his eye while shopping one afternoon and that he couldn’t stop himself from acquiring her too.

He supposes he was not the first to try it. But he was the one to actually get her. That should imply her happiness or, at least, tenderness.

Her prickly nature makes it impossible.

Krennic has never had a pet before Kleya. He knew that one would demand attention and time that he doesn’t have.

But how can he resist when every time he holds out his hand there’s a chance that it’ll be batted away?

We don't have cookies, but we have putaria!

you're owen lars. the woman you call mom had another child once. it doesn't make her love you less, but she talks about him in a way that makes it clear that she loved him, too. he's off to be a jedi now and she's very proud.

you're owen lars. your mother's been kidnapped and you have to assume the worst. a man and a woman step into your home and the man announces himself to be that kid who went off to become a jedi. he knows you less than you know him and before anything else can happen, he takes off to bring back his mother, a feat you think is impossible.

you're owen lars. anakin skywalker brings your mom's corpse to your doorstep. her funeral is interrupted by a message of utmost galactic importance.

you're owen lars. your brother is dead. you never saw him again after that first time. there is another jedi on your doorstep, with a baby in his arm and you know what it means and you can't bring yourself to face him as he hands your nephew off to your wife.

you're owen lars. obi-wan ben kenobi is a pain in the ass. he was more your brother's brother than you ever were and he doesn't understand your particular kind of grief, is drowning in his own. you don't even know the full story and kenobi will never tell you all of it. but you have a child to care for so you tell him off and get back to work.

you're owen lars. you didn't know your brother, but you know your nephew and your nephew wants out of this place as soon as possible. you know he won't be safe out there but in the end you're helpless to stop him. and you know the stories, you remember the one time you met him, the days your mother died. and you do this for her and you do this for your father and you do this for your brother and you do this for your nephew.

The Druskelle came apart in the shape of a Z.

The crunch of fall leaves and the squelch of viscera beneath his boots as he approached.

Had leapt from his horse and then stilled.

His Sun Summoner.

The image he saw seared itself into his mind.

“And how do you plan to deal with this delay, Lord Vader?”

…You may not remember me right now. But I remember everything about you, Kleya…

Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story available on AO3

Summary: The Death Star is operational. Luthen dies because of this piece of information. And Kleya wakes up in a new reality in which none of it matters, because neither of these things has happened. She’s married to the architect of destruction: Orson Krennic. Actually, it’s much worse: they have a son together and she’s never been part of the Rebellion. Tethered to a reality that makes absolutely no sense, Kleya has no option except to use what she knows and her abilities to bring down the man who now shares her bed. The question is: can she? Will she?

[Krennic x Kleya | Domaystic 2026 | Alternate Reality | Told in Prompts]

Chapter IV - Bad Signals is already posted! Read here. Prompt - Unspoken Message

Feeling like shit today, but I decided to post something because everything can wait but fanfic... This is a short snippet from the fourth chapter of The Merry Widower where Krennic does what he does best.

Summary:

The rich and powerful of Coruscant have always fought for control — mostly for power, occasionally for profit, and quite often for sport.

But when the death of a prominent politician threatens to tip the balance, the not-so-quiet citizens of the capital begin to grow uneasy.

Naturally, the solution devised by Father Luthen is perfectly reasonable, entirely sensible… and destined to make sure a certain Director would pay for everything he had done until then.

The weather report for Coruscant had not exactly been unkind for the day’s event, allowing that some sunlight would be filtered through the clouds and bathe the stalls in a white light akin to the artificial illumination that so many favored nowadays.

The heavy humidity was not enough to stop the speeches rolling through the lines and hordes of people, filling every space with their saturated laughter. The metallic cloth of the Chandrilan dignitaries didn’t blend well with the stark white of the Imperial officer, and the resulting clash of many insignia colors was more than enough to cause a migraine.

“Sir… is it true that you founded this charity with your own means?”

Microphones piled up.

“Sir, is this your comeback to public life?”

Bodies pressed against each other in their eagerness to hear.

“Are you taking over the charity previously overseen by Senator Mothma?”

That granted a few seconds of silence, as nothing else could have drawn so much attention – except, perhaps, the sympathetic smile of a widower lowering his voice so the holocameras would tighten on his face.

I’ve nothing else to say, Your Honor

For real, I wasn't thinking of him when I wrote that scene... oh, the tricks the human mind play...

This was what I was actually thinking of when I wrote this scene

She couldn’t shake off Luthen’s words—couldn’t shake how they messed with her.

The Rebellion was her entire life—she denied herself love, affection, intimacy for it.

She didn’t care. She didn’t need any of It.

She needed the Empire to fall. That was all that mattered.

And now Luthen took it away from her. Like he took her parents from her once.

He was, once more, sweeping everything she knew from under her feet.

And she was supposed to what? Thank him? Because she had Krennic? Because she was a mother?

She’d never asked for that—for them.