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A doodle depicting a scene in a fic I’ve written a few bits of but never posted. Since canon Revan and Bastila Shan had a kid, I figured it was totally plausible that Carth Onasi and Lady Revan could have one too.
If I ever finish said fic remains a mystery, but maybe I will! It’s a spare-Malak AU, so he gets to suffer through watching the worst person he’s ever met become a parent. : )
The character development from Carth "I don't want to talk about it" Onasi to Archie "is a literal therapist" Hopper is amazing
3, 5, 7, 11, and 17 please?
3. A character from your childhood: Hmm, let's go with Susan Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia. Her outfit from Prince Caspian is one of the first Halloween costumes I ever remember going as!
5. A character that's from my favorite video game: Solid tie between BD-1 and Carth Onasi (both of whom are my beloveds)
11. A character you would cosplay as: (I also already answered this one but I have more answers) Can I say Revan? Because that would be SO FREAKING COOL and I prefer female Revan to male Revan any day (look I simply do not vibe with Bastila on any levels). I'd also kinda. Ya know. Like to go as Jacen Syndulla *adds to my list of cosplay pipe dreams*
Revanasi for the ship game you reblogged!!
who’s the cuddler: that would be Revan. She’s very affectionate and hugs everything.
who makes the bed: Carth. Revan would leave the bed sloppy and unmade with so much laundry on top. It’s lovingly called “the nest” until Carth comes home from his job and Revan has to take it down. They end up throwing folded socks at each other.
who wakes up first: Carth. He’s a soldier and up at 3am every morning. Revan on the other hand, is up until 3am and sleeps until noon.
who has the weird taste in music: Carth surprisingly. Revan has one genre and she stays with it (movie soundtracks). Carth meanwhile is listening to space pop - space yeehaw - space Gregorian chants.
who is more protective: Carth. He knows, logically, that Revan can handle herself, but Malak tried to kill her so many times… bounty hunters… Revan snuck in and killed a rancor without anyone for back up. And there is the fact that they were in an escape pod together and he pulled an unconscious her from the wreckage… Man really wants Revan to stay alive but it’s hard when the lady has no self preservation.
who sings in the shower: both. They are very good singers.
who cries during movies: If an animal dies, Revan is sobbing her eyes out. If it’s military/historical inaccuracies it’s Carth from cringing.
who spends the most while out shopping: Revan. She will inevitably find herself at a space animal shelter and totally forget about the shopping list because the tookas and convors and gizka need forever homes Carth!
who kisses more roughly: Carth, dude’s a soldier boy.
who is more dominate: Revan, girl was a Sith Lord and a General.
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9/10 I subtracted a point because he‘s so hard to romance in the game.
Awwwww, I love all of these!!! Especially who cries during movies and who's the most protective, those are PERFECT
Hera and Kanan eloped before the events of Rebels and just didn’t tell anyone. They think it’s funny to watch everyone debate on whether or not they’re actually together.
Kanan: did you hear: you broke up with me Hera: really? Kanan: yeah. Apparently you left for Ahsoka. Hera: I like how you’re not threatened by men but it’s Ahsoka you’re worried about. Kanan: are you kidding? If we fought for your hand, she’d kick my butt.
Rebels will overhear conversations along this line and start betting on who Hera is actually with.
Because Little Lady also plays KOTOR with me, her behavior is how I see Juhani. Juhani loves smacking things off the table, especially Canderous’ things.
She may have curled up and found her spot in the closet, but every now and then she will choose a random spot, usually Carth’s pilot seat, and plop down for a nap.
If you scratch Juhani’s ears she will purr.
Cal, Caleb, and Ahsoka have definitely showed up to a council meeting in place of Shaak Ti, Obi-Wan, and-depending on the day- either Depa Billaba or Mace Windu and everyone just accepts it. Yoda complemented “Master Windu” on his hair.
Yoda’s real name is Buffy and Master Fay is the only one who knows.
Fandom: KOTOR
Time: Tatooine/First planet after Dantooine.
A/N: My firstfirst attempt at KOTOR fic. My Revan is Questra Kharr. No pairing, yet, though Carth … well, you’ll see. I have totally stolen a line from Doctor Who. It will become obvious at story’s end. I stabbed myself in the feels on this one.
**
At first, he had relished the silence. For the first time since Taris, he wasn’t running around like a lunatic. Instead, he got to stay on the ship.
And put food in the ventilation system for the stowaway (who he had never seen, but Questra had assured him was there. And then she immediately followed up by reassuring him she wasn’t nuts.)
And be careful not to step on any of the gizka.
And now sunset was approaching for the binary suns of Tatooine, and nobody was back yet.
Carth worried.
The communications system on the Ebon Hawk chirped at him, and he hastily activated it. “Onasi here.”
“Hey, it’s Mission.”
Carth winced slightly at how dejected she sounded. “I’m guessing the hunt for Griff isn’t going well.”
“No, it’s – actually, we think we know where he was taken,” she replied, her tone warming up. “We just need the robes to get there… and that’s the part that isn’t going too good.” Her voice dipped slightly. “Bastila didn’t want to kill any sand people to get them, and she got into an argument about it with Canderous –”
“Because that’s his idea of a good time. What about Questra?” Carth asked, trying to not sound as concerned as he was. He couldn’t help but feel that the ex-smuggler was being set up for something by the Jedi Council. He thought Bastila was being set up, too, but … Carth had his suspicions that she was complicit in whatever the Jedi had cooked up for Questra.
Just because he was paranoid didn’t mean somebody wasn’t out to get him. Or Questra.
He really had to stop thinking about them as a team like they were on Taris. She was a Jedi now, and he was still just a Republic pilot.
“Questra managed to get some information at the cantina about a homesteader that had some sand people robes – she told us not to ask him where or how they got them, but he had them…” Mission replied.
“That sounds promising.”
“And then we found out he was off-planet, and the only person at the house is his wife. She doesn’t speak Basic… or any language we know, actually.”
Carth made a face at the comm system speaker. “Questra’s great at figuring out languages – she got that stowaway to talk to her.”
“Well, yeah, Questra played charades with her, and then the lady had us running around doing her chores on the homestead … and now she won’t talk. And now Bastila and Canderous are arguing again, and the lady is yelling at them and tell them to go away with her hands.” Carth could hear a little noise in Mission’s throat, and she continued, frustrated, “I just want to find Griff, and get him out of here. Get us out of here.”
“What do you want me to do? Go over there so they can yell at me instead?” Carth asked sarcastically.
Mission was momentarily silent before answering, brightly, “Yeah! They’d probably get away from the house to come talk to you, which means Questra could do that hand-wavy thing and persuade her.”
Carth heard Zaalbar rumbled in the background. “Mission, I don’t think adding more humans is going to fix this.”
“C’mon, Carth. Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase?”
Just then, a thump came from the cargo bay, and a pair of gizka chased each other across his boots.
“I’ll be there a.s.a.p.”
**
By the time Carth reached the homestead coordinates, it was twilight on Tatooine, and he hunched his shoulders up against the approaching cold night. As he drew near, he could see the figures of Zaalbar and Mission waiting for him. Another few steps, and he could see Canderous hulking form, being pestered by tiny little Bastila. It was like watching a starling harass a bear.
Finally, Canderous seemed to have had enough of her and stormed back into the homestead, nearly ripping the door off the hinges. Carth could hear the angry squawk of the homesteader’s wife, and then Questra’s frustrated voice telling Ordo to go the hell back outside. While the door was still open, Bastila trotted inside and added her two credits, which were not well received.
Carth gave Mission a withering look. “You want me to go in there?”
Mission shrugged helplessly, and Zaalbar shook his head. “I – I think Questra almost had her?” Mission offered, hopefully.
Carth made a great show of rolling his eyes and stomping over toward the homestead.
When he stepped through the door, Carth heard a distinctive noise, one that he knew—
His heart did a somersault, and in a fraction of a second, he had a vivid flashback to a shore leave about fifteen years ago, when he and Morgana had played lizard-toad-snake to see who had to leave the warm cocoon of their bed to –
A very hungry baby was wailing in his mother’s arms, as Bastila tried to speak to her, loudly, “Please, we just need the robes – the clothes of the sand people –”
“Talking louder isn’t going to make her understand, princess,” Canderous griped at her.
Bastila sucked in her cheeks and turned to face Canderous. Carth saw her check the urge to insult, but her response was indignant, all the same. “What do you propose to do, then? Kill her?” Bastila’s voice was calm but her eyes were fire.
The homesteader’s wife, a Zabrak with short horns and mottled skin, kept an eye on these intruders while trying to shush the baby.
Carth’s eyes ran around the room and finally settled on Questra….who actually had a cup of tea in front of her and now held her head in her hands, elbows on the table. A few bowls were laid out on the table as well, none of which looked particularly appetizing, but all the same – hospitality had been offered.
Mission was right. She’d been so close…
Canderous glared at Bastila. “No honor in that. She’s a civilian, not a warrior. Unlike the Republic, we Mandalorians don’t hide behind noncombatants to provoke a slaughter and then play victim.”
Carth bit his tongue, hard, so much to the point he nearly drew blood. But they hadn’t seen him yet, and he didn’t want to get roped into this nerf-and-wookiee show if he could help it.
Canderous kept his word and didn’t touch the woman. Instead, he tried to move past her. She blocked him at every turn. Frustrated, Canderous extended his arms out to his side. “Ok, lady, what do you” – he held out both palms toward her – “want from me?” He gestured toward himself.
The woman extended the squalling baby out toward the Mandolorian, and Carth could have died laughing for the expression of abject panic that crossed Canderous’s face. She might as well have tried to give him a grenade with the pin out.
Hastily stepping backward, Canderous shook his head, vigorously. Displeased, the woman pivoted slightly toward Bastila who also immediately backed away, a special sort of terror seizing her.
Questra finally raised her head to watch the situation. “…another chore. I think if we take care of the baby, clean the house – give her a break – she’ll give us the robes?” Questra tugged at her shirt and pointed at the baby, then gestured to the entire interior of the small house.
The woman nodded.
“It doesn’t even talk yet – how do we know what it wants?” Canderous put his hands on his hips, an anxious glance darted at the still-wailing child.
Carth closed his eyes and sighed.
“Nice of you to show up, Republic. Going to take your share of the credit without doing the work?”
Carth opened his eyes, then looked out the window back toward Mission and Zaalbar, who were still waiting outside. Mission was goofing around Zaalbar in a circle, bored, but still looking over at the homestead, impatient and concerned. Then Carth looked over at Questra, who seemed so damn tired of this.
He couldn’t stop himself from saying the words aloud. “Oh, the things you make me do.”
Carth stepped up and gestured to the woman to hand him the child. Carth gave a lopsided smile to the child’s mother. As the weight hit his arms, he found the child was small, but dense – a good sign. He held the very unhappy baby to his chest and sat down at the table across from Questra. “Ok, kid,” he murmured to the small person as he lowered the child down to sit on his knee.
Keeping one eye on the child and the other on his hand, Carth grabbed a small utensil off the table and dipped it into the unidentified bowl of mush that looked like it had the smoothest consistency. “I’m a bit rusty, but I’m sure I can still get the dropship into the hangar, if you cooperate.” Carth presented the spoon to the tiny tyrant, and the child’s mouth immediately opened, the crying stopped now that his tummy’s salvation was at hand.
As Carth focused on his task, he said to his comrades in the room. “Better get to work cleaning this place. I think he’s going to crash after he has a full stomach, and we don’t want to wake him.”
Canderous and Bastila didn’t linger a second longer in the child’s presence. As the mother bustled around the room, doing her part to pick up the house, Carth felt eyes upon him.
He looked up. Questra.
“Carth, thank you, I –” She shook her head, her surprise evident. “How–?”
His heart did some more acrobatics as other memories crowded his mind. He didn’t want to talk about it. But…
But…
Carth didn’t look at her when he answered her question, because he was sure he was going to make that relieved, almost happy look just crumble. “I was a dad. Once.”
He heard her breath catch, and he thought he heard Canderous’s heavy steps stop for a second in the next room.
Eventually, Questra got up from the table and left him with his small charge.
Carth focused on the mission at hand – quelling local unrest.
"if you see revan, tell her....carth onasi is waiting for her."
Fun fact: ya girl @kanerallels is HILARIOUS normally, but while playing video games, she is twice as chaotic and it's super funny. Therefore, I am proud to present....
Okay, so, like, I'm gonna make a couple *insert fandom here* characters as things my sister said while playing KOTOR, so make some fandom suggestions, maybe?
