"It'll look even better with blood on it" (Tarkin)
You Wear Fine Things Well, part II đď¸(OFMDđ´ââ ď¸)
Blood and Fools â
Pierced (Lesser Evil)đŚ
Wargames Finale! đ
Graduation Present (Book of Dayja)âď¸
Fraternizing in the Nude chapter 2đĽ
I mostly post updates on my fanfiction (tagged with the title/ship), meta-fanfiction bits and bobs, and Star Wars fandom shenanigans (mostly Thrawn).
Here are some of the WIPs I am most focused on atm:
1. "Good Day, Lieutenant Vanto": The Series (GDLV)
Thranto crack-adjacent vaguely-Shakespearean rom-com featuring Alive!Thrass because I can. In progress at the moment are the sixth and seventh (and final?) works: Book of Un'hee and The Incidentâ˘ď¸
2. Promises You'll Only Make: also a series (Promises) - in progress - rated E
A Kallus-centric series that is too big and probably merits future-me travelling back in time to stop me from ever doing it. Navigates an Imperial task force of ships: Kallivant, Thranto, Kandor, Daylus, Kalluzeb, and more still-secret ships because the Ao3 Emperor has, frankly, given me âĄď¸too much creative powerâĄď¸. Accompanying pieces from alternate POVs (Thrawn, Dayja, Yularen, Eli), and AUs also in progress. The sequel--The Stars Did Wander Darkling--is currently in the works as well.
This ask has a list of posted Ancillary Fic đ
3. Love After Stardust: A Ronbi Tale (M)
Yet to go live, but heartily underway. Basically Jane Austen in Space featuring Thranto and Ronbi and *secret ships*. Sometimes I just gotta Regency Rom-com, ya know?
4. âWith These Will I Goâ (Thrawn & Thrass; Thranto - Rated T)
A haunting AU loosely inspired by Peter S. Beagleâs A Fine and Private Place. Thrass uses Starflash to end the Vagaari threat with explosive and unintended results. Unsurprisingly, heâs dead. More surprisingly, heâs still here. And for some reason, Thrawn can still see him. But Thrassâs destiny was hitched to Thrawnâs when he was alive, why should now be any different?
5. HYDRA (Thranto Emperor Thrawn AU - Rated E)
Itâs been two years now since my world collapsed aboard the Sempre. Two years since the tin toy Empire Iâd built in my mind fell apart and revealed the sickness beneath. The grown-up truth of it all.
I told Thrawn then I wasnât entirely comfortable knowing the Empire was using slaves. But the moment we were behind closed doors he learned just how much of an understatement that had been.
I screamed. I cried. I ripped my hair out and told him I never wanted to be touched by anyone again, let alone him: an Imperial officer. A complicit officer. We were all complicit, of courseâalways had been. It was my first time waking up into a nightmare. And I havenât been able to sleep soundly since.
Thrawn surprised me, though. Always does. He gave me two choices:
Start learning Cheunhâthe language of the Chiss. Leave him and the Empire behind to serve a more honorable people.
Or, stay with him. Fight for a perfect Empire. Â
As the man Thrawn trusted to hold his words in my hands, I should have realized what Thrawn had meant when he said âperfect.â Not âbetter.â Not âgood.â But perfect. Perfect in the way a victory could be perfect.
Or destruction.
And it is perfect. So beautifully, monstrously perfect.
I hold it here now⌠in my hands.
6. Now that I've Lost Everything to You (E)
Also yet to go live but I remembered past-Whale had already written a lot for it. I work on it when I'm feeling extra angsty.
Summary: After Thrawn is killed during the Battle for Lothal and Ronan is caught attempting to subvert the CDF, the political situation in the Ascendancy reaches a tipping point. Non-Chiss are banned from military service and Eliâan Imperial deserterâis left without protection⌠until Thrass fulfills his pact to protect his brotherâs friend by offering him a marriage of convenience.
After three years of grieving the man he loved in secret, Eli finally begins to settle into his new life with the husband he never expected, but has come to care for all the same.
But Thrawn wonât even let his presumed death stop him from upending Eliâs life once more.
Or his brotherâs.
7. From Coruscant with Love (E)
An alternate universe in which Eli Vanto really was a Neimoidian spy. Little does Eli know, heâs not the only spy in the Imperial Navy. The not-at-all-clichĂŠd story of a spy falling for their mark.
8. Savant (E)
(My oldest Thranto WIP featuring Thranto and Savanto)
Thrawnâs rapid climbing of the ranks comes at a price: whatever relationship he might have had with Eli. But, as Eliâs self esteem dwindles, Eli finds himself irresistibly drawn to another admiral who recognizes the savant for his talents: and tells him so.
Unfortunately, thatâs not all Savit recognizes.
The story of how Thrawn learned to see battles in the music.
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âCurrent theories on the creation of the Universe state that, if it was created at all and didnât just start, as it were, unofficially, it came into being between ten and twenty thousand million years ago. By the same token the earth itself is generally supposed to be about four and a half thousand million years old.
These dates are incorrect.
Medieval Jewish scholars put the date of the Creation at 3760 B.C. Greek Orthodox theologians put Creation as far back as 5508 B.C.
These suggestions are also incorrect.
Archbishop James Usher (1580-1656) published Annales Veteris et Novi Testamenti in 1654, which suggested that the Heaven and the Earth were created in 4004 B.C. One of his aides took the calculation further, and was able to announce triumphantly that the Earth was created on Sunday the 21th of October, 4004 B.C., at exactly 9:00 A.M., because God liked to get work done early in the morning while he was feeling fresh.
This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour.â
Before leaving for Coruscant, Dayja gave Thrawn and Kallus ONE JOB.
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âYou are tense,â Thrawn said from the other side of the couch.
Kallus was tense. The constant interruptions werenât helping matters. How Thrawn could possibly expect him to learn Cheunh when he couldnât even finish a paragraph of this epic poem was beyond Kallusâs comprehension.
Not unlike Cheunh.
âIâm Coruscanti,â Kallus said without looking up from his reading. âI was born beneath a tense star, unto a very tense people.â
As Dayja passed from the kitchenette to the bedroom (unbuttoning the collar of someone elseâs uniform), he said, âProud of you for recognizing that,â and disappeared. The sound of running water soon followed.
Thrawn said, âYour natural tension, then, is out of balance. Youâve been compensating for your leg. It shows.â
Kallusâs tension tensed as he recalled Thrawnâs diagnostic sparring match. âI am aware, yes.â
âHave you tried therapeutic massage?â
Kallus scrolled to the next page. âHave you tried sharing these thoughts with your own personal, private journal and letting me read in peace?â
... but Word stopped working on my laptop and so I'm still in the recovery stage of grief. It's gonna work out, it's just taking way more time and effort than I'd like for said working out to... work out. I'm migrating like hundreds of thousands of words of fic to a different writing program, and figuring out how to get it all set up in a way that đ§ can tolerate.
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Chapter 89: "A Judgment Made Can Never Bend" Part III
The First-Year ISB Practical Evaluation in field work continues to be far, far higher stakes than anybody was prepared for. Featuring a special cameo appearance!
Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post
If theyâd been lost before, Kallus didnât know what to call this. Going back up whence theyâd just tumbled down wasnât an optionânot when speed was of the essence. Not when Dayja was favoring his right leg again. They had medpacs, of course, but Dayja hadnât used one. Either he was saving it for a real emergency, or he knew there was no point. Kallus didnât know which.
And Dayja would never tell him if he asked. Not honestly.
Misreading the look Kallus was giving him, Dayja grumbled, âSpeed isnât everything, you know.â Not misreading Kallusâs subsequent look, he added, âYou are not carrying me.â
âFine.â
But when they reached a rocky scramble, Kallus grabbed Dayja by the shoulders and lifted him over it, not giving him the chance to bitch about it. They paused behind a large rock formation and listened. Silence. In the stillness of that moment, the gravity of the situation descended upon themâevery bit as threatening as the quickly chilling night air.
âWhy would someone want to kill him?â Kallus demanded, his urgent whisper a cloud of white in the darkening cold. He narrowed his eyes. âWhy are you taking off your clothes?â
âGot warm.â
âCute, Collerand.â
Dayja left on the thermal shirt clinging to his body like black static paint to a hull. âThese jackets look too official.â
Kallus looked down at his own gray jacket. No identifying insignia, no uniform details that might give them away as ISB. Only the fact that they matched gave the impression of being official, but they could just as likely be employed by some private firm to do field research as anything else. It also wasnât as clean as it had been. Kallus began picking at some dried mud and grimaced when the fabric frayed from the effort. He clocked Dayjaâs seriously? look and gave him a look of his own. âAnd how do you propose weâwhere did you get that knife?â
Dayja hesitated a moment, then resumed cutting off the sleeves from his jacket. âYou donât want me to answer that.â
âYou just did.â Kallus kept his head on a swivel while Dayja did whatever it was Dayja was doing. âI take it they killed Paxi because heâs an ISB agent?â He grimaced and corrected, âWas.â
âMaybe,â Dayja said as he put on his new (and very distressed) vest. He gave his knife a quick twirl, debating where to put it. Finding no promising stashing place, he cut a slit into the inside back hem of his vest, folded the knife and slipped it in there. âMore likely, he got too close to the reason somebody rearranged these geo-markers.â
âWhat, like some sort of insurgent cell or something?â Kallus folded his arms across his chest. âYouâre not doing that to mine.â
âWell, dear,â Dayja said with a brittle smile, âthat would take away the point of making us look less like a matching pair of Imperial Star Scouts, wouldnât it?â He began scuffing his boots with a rock. He was far more careful with the right than the left. Before Kallus could ask if he was alright, Dayja added, âAnd unlikely. Hard to say without knowing where the kriff in the galaxy we are, but, could be smugglers. Pirates. Some sort of sourcers, maybe. Spice harvestersâŚpoachersâŚtruffle huntersâŚâ
âTruffle hunters,â Kallus echoed flatly.
âSure,â Dayja said, giving the lump in his (now) vest pocket a proud little pat.
âYou think somebody killed the major for fancy plantsâ?â
âFancy fungiââ
âYouâre insane.â
âAm not,â Dayja said. âFungi and plants arenât even the same taxonomic kingdom.â At Kallusâs intensifying glare, Dayja explained, âPer ounce, puffer pig truffles will fetch four times the credits of raw skarn, okay?â When the glare went blank, he added, âSpice, dear.â
Chapter 89: "A Judgment Made Can Never Bend" Part III
The First-Year ISB Practical Evaluation in field work continues to be far, far higher stakes than anybody was prepared for. Featuring a special cameo appearance!
Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post
If theyâd been lost before, Kallus didnât know what to call this. Going back up whence theyâd just tumbled down wasnât an optionânot when speed was of the essence. Not when Dayja was favoring his right leg again. They had medpacs, of course, but Dayja hadnât used one. Either he was saving it for a real emergency, or he knew there was no point. Kallus didnât know which.
And Dayja would never tell him if he asked. Not honestly.
Misreading the look Kallus was giving him, Dayja grumbled, âSpeed isnât everything, you know.â Not misreading Kallusâs subsequent look, he added, âYou are not carrying me.â
âFine.â
But when they reached a rocky scramble, Kallus grabbed Dayja by the shoulders and lifted him over it, not giving him the chance to bitch about it. They paused behind a large rock formation and listened. Silence. In the stillness of that moment, the gravity of the situation descended upon themâevery bit as threatening as the quickly chilling night air.
âWhy would someone want to kill him?â Kallus demanded, his urgent whisper a cloud of white in the darkening cold. He narrowed his eyes. âWhy are you taking off your clothes?â
âGot warm.â
âCute, Collerand.â
Dayja left on the thermal shirt clinging to his body like black static paint to a hull. âThese jackets look too official.â
Kallus looked down at his own gray jacket. No identifying insignia, no uniform details that might give them away as ISB. Only the fact that they matched gave the impression of being official, but they could just as likely be employed by some private firm to do field research as anything else. It also wasnât as clean as it had been. Kallus began picking at some dried mud and grimaced when the fabric frayed from the effort. He clocked Dayjaâs seriously? look and gave him a look of his own. âAnd how do you propose weâwhere did you get that knife?â
Dayja hesitated a moment, then resumed cutting off the sleeves from his jacket. âYou donât want me to answer that.â
âYou just did.â Kallus kept his head on a swivel while Dayja did whatever it was Dayja was doing. âI take it they killed Paxi because heâs an ISB agent?â He grimaced and corrected, âWas.â
âMaybe,â Dayja said as he put on his new (and very distressed) vest. He gave his knife a quick twirl, debating where to put it. Finding no promising stashing place, he cut a slit into the inside back hem of his vest, folded the knife and slipped it in there. âMore likely, he got too close to the reason somebody rearranged these geo-markers.â
âWhat, like some sort of insurgent cell or something?â Kallus folded his arms across his chest. âYouâre not doing that to mine.â
âWell, dear,â Dayja said with a brittle smile, âthat would take away the point of making us look less like a matching pair of Imperial Star Scouts, wouldnât it?â He began scuffing his boots with a rock. He was far more careful with the right than the left. Before Kallus could ask if he was alright, Dayja added, âAnd unlikely. Hard to say without knowing where the kriff in the galaxy we are, but, could be smugglers. Pirates. Some sort of sourcers, maybe. Spice harvestersâŚpoachersâŚtruffle huntersâŚâ
âTruffle hunters,â Kallus echoed flatly.
âSure,â Dayja said, giving the lump in his (now) vest pocket a proud little pat.
âYou think somebody killed the major for fancy plantsâ?â
âFancy fungiââ
âYouâre insane.â
âAm not,â Dayja said. âFungi and plants arenât even the same taxonomic kingdom.â At Kallusâs intensifying glare, Dayja explained, âPer ounce, puffer pig truffles will fetch four times the credits of raw skarn, okay?â When the glare went blank, he added, âSpice, dear.â
So one of my crack headcanons for Promises is that Kallus was on the list of children on the list on the stolen holocron in TCW. Cad Bane tried to go for him because, hey, coruscant is convenient. But when he got there, he was like "this isn't a baby, wtf" and got a little testy.
(Then again, I think we only know names for of three of the four children Sidious told Bane to kidnap for experimental conditioning)
And then some-odd years later Kallus is in the coruscanti underworld facilitating an illegal eel purchase in durese and thinking to himself "I've never had duros angry at me before" like the compartmentalizer he is.
(The fact that Kallus thought it twice made me think "sounds like something that someone who *has* had a duros angry with him before would say, dude")
Oh man, I never saw this ask! And that makes me so sad because this is my favorite sort of shit to see! Â
I LOVE how your brain works. Connecting these sorts of distant dots between different works into one constellation like somebody with a bunch of thumbtacks, red string, and a wall covered in photos and newspaper clippings trying to solve a fannish murder! :D That's basically how I write fanfic, so it's pretty awesome when readers are doing it too. GO TEAM!
My favorite part of this is how it ends with Kallus facilitating culinary eel crimes and how that relates back to his unfortunate psychological tendency to compartmentalize.
No notes.
I will neither confirm nor deny this headcanon. But in this headcanon, I guess Kallus wouldn't be a teenager...? But it would be SUPER funny if he were. Like, some evil bureaucratic error transpired, and Kallus is in the mess hall or something, eating spoo and staring at Dobbs's ass while Dayja's sitting there, spork hovering in front of his open mouth, staring at Cadd Bane, who's disguised himself as a lunch lady.
I needed to tell someone who'd understand, so I'm telling you.
I am in a cafe, editing Promises. I thought I'd lost all the work I'd done for that fic over the last month, and made a very distinct, horrified rooster noise--naturally.
Everyone is looking at me how you might expect them to be looking at me, BUT NOT YOU. đ
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Chapter 88: "A Judgment Made Can Never Bend" Part II
The First-Year ISB Practical Evaluation in field work becomes far, far higher-stakes than anybody was prepared for.
Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post
âEvals are a triannual, predictable source of chaos,â Yularen said, rubbing his temple with a finger. âThe head of Imperial Intelligence resigning was not.â
Kallusâs brows shot up. Anya had mentioned some mess in Imperial Intelligence during their comm. He hadnât thought much of it then. Even if he hadnât been so distracted, heâd never have guessed that Colonel Yris was stepping down. People didnât just step down from positions like that. They were presented with the âoptionâ to step down. It was a courtesy to provide the illusion of dignityâof choice where, really, there was none.Â
The question was: why didnât Colonel Yris have a choice?
âBut that,â Yularen said, âis beyond your purview. Unlike this matterââhe reached for a datapadââwhich I am moving into it. As you know, it is imperative that Agent-trainee Collerand be accepted as a full agent. Which means he must be trained as a full agent, and thisââhe slid the datapad toward Kallusââcannot happen again.â
Kallus read the file. It was Dayjaâs evaluation scores. He hadnât been evaluated on anything to do with counter-slicing, but he had been evaluated on combat.
It hadnât gone well.
And that was Kallus being far more generous than Dayja deserved.
The score was unacceptable for an ISB agent. The glaring yellow PROBATION RECOMMENDED next to it confirmed as much.
âAs the top scorer in your cadre in that areaââ
Kallus closed his eyes.
âI want youââ
His jaw clenched.
ââto ensure that Agent-trainee Collerandââ
He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
ââreaches and exceeds the minimum threshold for hand-to-hand combat efficacy.â
He failed.
One of Yularenâs brows lifted. âIs there a problem, Agent-trainee Kallus?â
âGudryâs scores were nearly asââYularenâs other brow lifted, tooââno, sir. No problem.â
Chapter 88: "A Judgment Made Can Never Bend" Part II
The First-Year ISB Practical Evaluation in field work becomes far, far higher-stakes than anybody was prepared for.
Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post
âEvals are a triannual, predictable source of chaos,â Yularen said, rubbing his temple with a finger. âThe head of Imperial Intelligence resigning was not.â
Kallusâs brows shot up. Anya had mentioned some mess in Imperial Intelligence during their comm. He hadnât thought much of it then. Even if he hadnât been so distracted, heâd never have guessed that Colonel Yris was stepping down. People didnât just step down from positions like that. They were presented with the âoptionâ to step down. It was a courtesy to provide the illusion of dignityâof choice where, really, there was none.Â
The question was: why didnât Colonel Yris have a choice?
âBut that,â Yularen said, âis beyond your purview. Unlike this matterââhe reached for a datapadââwhich I am moving into it. As you know, it is imperative that Agent-trainee Collerand be accepted as a full agent. Which means he must be trained as a full agent, and thisââhe slid the datapad toward Kallusââcannot happen again.â
Kallus read the file. It was Dayjaâs evaluation scores. He hadnât been evaluated on anything to do with counter-slicing, but he had been evaluated on combat.
It hadnât gone well.
And that was Kallus being far more generous than Dayja deserved.
The score was unacceptable for an ISB agent. The glaring yellow PROBATION RECOMMENDED next to it confirmed as much.
âAs the top scorer in your cadre in that areaââ
Kallus closed his eyes.
âI want youââ
His jaw clenched.
ââto ensure that Agent-trainee Collerandââ
He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
ââreaches and exceeds the minimum threshold for hand-to-hand combat efficacy.â
He failed.
One of Yularenâs brows lifted. âIs there a problem, Agent-trainee Kallus?â
âGudryâs scores were nearly asââYularenâs other brow lifted, tooââno, sir. No problem.â
Chapter 88: "A Judgment Made Can Never Bend" Part II
The First-Year ISB Practical Evaluation in field work becomes far, far higher-stakes than anybody was prepared for.
Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post
âEvals are a triannual, predictable source of chaos,â Yularen said, rubbing his temple with a finger. âThe head of Imperial Intelligence resigning was not.â
Kallusâs brows shot up. Anya had mentioned some mess in Imperial Intelligence during their comm. He hadnât thought much of it then. Even if he hadnât been so distracted, heâd never have guessed that Colonel Yris was stepping down. People didnât just step down from positions like that. They were presented with the âoptionâ to step down. It was a courtesy to provide the illusion of dignityâof choice where, really, there was none.Â
The question was: why didnât Colonel Yris have a choice?
âBut that,â Yularen said, âis beyond your purview. Unlike this matterââhe reached for a datapadââwhich I am moving into it. As you know, it is imperative that Agent-trainee Collerand be accepted as a full agent. Which means he must be trained as a full agent, and thisââhe slid the datapad toward Kallusââcannot happen again.â
Kallus read the file. It was Dayjaâs evaluation scores. He hadnât been evaluated on anything to do with counter-slicing, but he had been evaluated on combat.
It hadnât gone well.
And that was Kallus being far more generous than Dayja deserved.
The score was unacceptable for an ISB agent. The glaring yellow PROBATION RECOMMENDED next to it confirmed as much.
âAs the top scorer in your cadre in that areaââ
Kallus closed his eyes.
âI want youââ
His jaw clenched.
ââto ensure that Agent-trainee Collerandââ
He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
ââreaches and exceeds the minimum threshold for hand-to-hand combat efficacy.â
He failed.
One of Yularenâs brows lifted. âIs there a problem, Agent-trainee Kallus?â
âGudryâs scores were nearly asââYularenâs other brow lifted, tooââno, sir. No problem.â
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Re: my last ask. Just re read 'I want to change it all' and realized/remembered that dayja DOES know about eli. Which would explain his attitude towards thrawn (Also if he thinks Alex is dead at this point, moreso).
Still. I have to wonder if Dayja is more or less pissed off at Kallus in the verse where he does/does not take him of the Chimera.
And if Kallus would fully learn about himself in a verse that he isn't away from dayja when he first defects or if he doesn't defect at all (its not that I want them apart. At all. It's that I'm not sure he would be pushed enough to NEED to without it.)
Yes, Dayja does know about Eli. Probably wishes he doesn't, but oh well. When do I ever give him what he wants.
Is Dayja more or less pissed off at Kallus in a verse where he does or does not yoink him out of the Empire is a very, very interesting question! Dayja may be equally pissed, but for different reasons. Another question to duct-tape to that one would be: whom would he be the MOST pissed off at in those situations? Kallus? Himself? Thrawn? The Alderaanian Royal Family? People who overcook steak?
And yeah. Kallus needs a lot of external pushing. Leaving the Empire was just one of them.
There's a tumbr book of dayja snippet you posted where dayja wakes up post attallon and is pretty distraught that he 'couldnt get through' to Kallus and wants yularen to know he tried and then he hears/sees Thrawn and it is On Sight. At the time, Dayja isn't thinking about anger/distrust toward Kallus (he also isn't during the WIP where he tells Thrawn to go fuck himself)
(I know that Tumblr wip isn't absolutely promises Canon atm, but I am operating under the assumption that you wrote it for a reason and the spirit of it is true at least)
But, in Cover Me With Pearls, he is outwardly pretty ticked at Kallus for either doing some treason (he thinks for Eli) and/or doing some treason and not having the decency to follow through. (Notably, he is fairly pissy with Thrawn but that seems to be his default state)
Now, I know that two short WIP dayja snippets don't mean he's not angry with Kallus (he seemed less than pleased when he confronted him on the Chimera). He can be mad/upset/heartbroken/scared/secretly a little happy with Kallus all at once and also want to deck Thrawn. (I mean whomst amongst us hasn't felt that way?)
But. I also noticed that you didn't make 'cover me in pearls' start at the battle of attalon. Granted, kallus has had a lot more time for introspection (and rebellion) between the sphinx explosion and attalon that might make him less likely to back out from jumping ship (lol) but I am wondering about Dayja between the sphinx explosion and attallon.
And if Dayja might have learned/discovered something between the sphinx explosion and attalon that changed his perspective about Kallus going rogue/how pissed he is at Kallus/how he perceives Thrawn. And if it has anything to do with whatever Dayja tells the alliance that is 'very disturbing' in 'I want to change it all'.
(Also. It has not escaped my notice that the mysteries around Kallus and Dayja have not, as of yet, been solved in the AUs. While i recognize that, on a practical level, you would not be able to keep up the suspense if you told us Everything in the AUs. But. I also am starting to suspect that we'll learn that there is a Reason we/kallus don't Solve Their Pasts in the AUs. Or, at least in 'i want to change it all' since 'cover me in pearls' is still WIP. Kallus does, however, seem aware of his visions for what they are in 'i want to change it all', though - like when Yularen dies. (but, real talk, dayja seems to be all about continuing to obfuscate Kallus' force sensitivity in 'cover me in pearls' at least thus far). Basically, is it off the mark to think that, in order for Kallus to learn Everything, he had to defect around the time of attallon. and without Dayja?)
(Operating under the assumption that the promises AUs are more or less permutations of the Canon promises timeline)
Semi related: We also see that Dayja looks scared and cries when Kallus chokes him out. Scared for whom? About what?
Or am I reading too much into it and it's just that it makes more sense for Kallus to back out after the first time he really realizes that his actions will cause the deaths of the people he fought beside?
Sorry this is a bit thought vomit-y
!!! You donât need to apologize for being thought vomit-y, because this reply is also going to be spewing forth in bilious fashion.
First of all, I donât know whennnnn you sent this because life has sucked me down a very deep, very dark marine trench. I wonât get into whatâs down there, but a lot of it never felt the need to evolve eyes. But know that when I DID see this in my inbox, I made a vocal OOH! of happy excitement, so thank you!!! (I came back to polish the next Promises chapter, if anybody was keeping track lol)
Okay. Vomit. I do not control the trajectory. So, youâre right: pragmatically, Iâm not going to give the whole plot to Promises-proper in the AUâs and side-fics. But youâre also right in that the side-fics/AUâs are (basically) Promises-canon. How they are Promises canon is tied to the main fic.
I LOVE your observation that for Kallus to âlearn Everythingâ he had to defect, because I think there really is something to that. Maybe there are other paths, but there is something to defecting that is key for him, and we may (lol we will) see how some of those paths play out differentlyâacross multiple fics.
In Pearls, Dayja does (at least as of now) obfuscate Kallusâs force sensitivity. And as long as he does that, there is always going to be a wall between them. Maybe defecting in dramatic fashion wasnât the most efficient way for Kallus to break that wall down, but it was effective. Trouble is, just as heâs breaking down the wall between him and Dayja, heâs also just left him behind. Fucking tragicalâor IS it?? Yeah, no, itâs sad.
As for Dayja between the Sphinx and Attalon, yes: he is learning more. But heâs also experiencing more. Other shit is happening in the galaxy (some of which Thrawn alluded to when he captured Fulcrum and hit him until his hair looked sexy). But also, as calculating as Dayja can be, when it comes to people he loves, he can get a little less calculating and a little more cutty.Â
And yes. The starting point of Pearls has a lot to do with how believable it felt to me for Kallus to be turning back and why then. In Promises, Kallus helps Kanan and Ezra escape from the factory without knowing that the sabotaged equipment resulted in the deaths of some of his comrades and the near-death of Yularen. So the A of that AU is Thrawn chooses to tell Kallus so (while also pulling him out of the factory to do itâso no rescue). Thereâs also the more pragmatic reason, which is that when I started writing that AU, thatâs where we were in the main fic. But it also made sense to me. (At the time, I didn't realize it was going to take me over a year before I actually started posting the fucker)
Dayja does look scared when Kallus chokes him out, and part of that has to do with the events of Interlude I when Dayja was recruited by Gideon and the aftermath of that (theyâre touched upon throughout, and will be touched upon again this upcoming chapter). He also expects Kallus to understand what he's doing and the impact it has, and that's a big part of what really gets to him.
Thereâs a lot to their pasts that is going to be solved in Interlude II, but not all of it.
I did start writing the sequel last year (two years ago? I forget) so⌠gotta save some stuff for that. Most of Kallusâs Whole Deal will get addressed in Interlude II, but a lot of Dayjaâs will have to wait.
Thanks for vomiting at me. Makes me feel like my own word-vomit is going to people who read it, and not just the great void bucket.