#katooni

An ending, in a way.

(Just a short epilogue left 🥹)

Grand Theft Holo by TestingForGravity:

In which the empire slowly gives jobs to hondo’s crew or just takes his business or cracks down on imprisoning for that Less than legal business.

So when Hondo is crewless and finds Katooni he easily, and selfishly, accepts her under his wing.

The fic is about Katooni coming to peace with the death of the Jedi order and never seeing her family (other Jedi) again. Learning to love herself and be loved by those other than Jedi.

Hondo learns to care for not just himself while taking care of katooni only for that all to be ripped away by an inquisitor who kills Katooni and chops off Hondo’s braids.

"And if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy. I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I. Right before you lit my sky."

Also this song is sooooo We Were Just Kids Katooni coded. I mean...

"The people attached to these things had given her a family to belong to. And with her family by her side, Katooni would never have to work alone again." -- We Were Just Kids, chapter 26

I suggest Logan Browning to play her.

Officially, she's "believed to have died in Anakin's attack on the Temple," but Grogu and Reva both survived, so she could've too. And gone on to become a pirate…only to presumably die some time before "Smuggler's Run," since Hondo's new ship is named after her…

Also, Gungi's confirmed to have survived.

wisdom - warfare - artisans

Katooni couldn’t see an end to the war in sight. She wished they could all have a normal padawan experience, but normal no longer existed. These days it was do or die and Katooni had the eerie feeling, as she looked at the faces of her five closest friends, that not all of them would survive. But she wanted them too. And maybe they all could in Petro’s idea of the future. “And then,” she said, picking up the story. “I meet you all here at the temple with Master Plo. We deliver exciting news: with your capture of Grievous and our capture of Dooku, the war has come to an end. The Masters take Grievous, well... what’s left of him,” she said, looking pointedly at Zatt. “To prison. And the six of us come to this very spot to celebrate and swap stories.” Her friends clapped. Petro grinned at her. “We’re all remembered as the padawans that ended the Clone Wars,” he said. Silence settled as the end of the story hung in the air, and Katooni knew they were all returning to reality. Byph’s worried expression was back, and even Ganodi looked restless, pulling at blades of grass. Katooni knew, deep down, that worrying was pointless. Time would continue as it was determined to do. She just had to hope the six of them would be allowed to continue with it. “Hey,” she said, desperate to hold on to the optimism that was fading fast. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” Gungi asked. Katooni smiled slightly. “Come back here,” she said. “When the war ends, we’ll all come back to this spot to celebrate. Deal?” She knew the unspoken would not go unnoticed. There was a good chance they wouldn’t all be sitting here, when the time came. But talks of the future are often exempt from the crushing weight of reality, especially those shared between children in war. And fantasizing about a life for all of them safe from this uncertainty was healthier for the mind than the alternative. They all nodded. “I’m in,” Petro said. “And I bet I’ll beat you all here.” With something as normal as a Petro challenge to cling to, the group returned to its usual dynamic, the energy from earlier resuming as if nothing had happened. Byph and Gungi reverted back to their argument about the most effective lightsaber grip, and Ganodi turned her attention back to the sky. But as Zatt punched Petro in the shoulder once again, Katooni caught the human boy’s gaze. He held it for a second, eyes softening. In an instant, Katooni knew even Petro shared her worries. But he had hope. Hope in the future. Hope in the Jedi. Hope that the war would end. Maybe hope could be enough for Katooni as well.

--We Were Just Kids, Chapter 1

In celebration of the 1 year anniversary of We Were Just Kids, I decided to give the youngling crew a break.

Summary:

Everyone deserves a beach vacation. Even a group of rebel Jedi.