𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤

  ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟ ᴋᴇꜱᴛɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ & ᴊᴇᴅɪ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅɪᴀ.  

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PINNED POST. hello, fancy meeting you here. MY NAME IS CLAUDIA (SHE/HER), I’m a latina from uruguay, i’m 26 and welcome to my cal kestis blog, a character from the star wars universe and specially jedi: fallen order. 

he is fallen order focused with verses for both old republic as a young padawan and for the new republic as an old wise jedi master. the mandalorian and other star wars properties are well known! cal is headcanon based after the events of the fallen order.

ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ:

about page + rules + outline. : a google doc, all in one, that includes, rules, about, overview and a verse page. headcanon tag: if you want more information on my portrayal. spread my promo if you can! : exactly what it says here, if you can, spread my promo to get new follows.

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happy new year y'all, and i'm sorry i havent been here. will sort things out soon!

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happy long weekend and to those who celebrate, happy christmas!

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replies are done. i’m going to account jump and stay on my stefan blog so if you want to chat, hit me up on discord at mamabear#6315

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hopeshreds​:

there was no logical explanation for either one of them to be alive, & yet they both were.  vader’s blade had been just shallow enough to avoid death, though she suspected the pain would take a permanent stance, nerves frayed and movement feeling stiff.  it doesn’t stop her from trying to sit up, waking in a jolt, but she doesn’t have the strength to resist his push.  moving was already difficult enough.  “cere will be angry regardless.”  she offered a correction to his assessment.  “let me stand up and i’ll tell you.”  if she could get up.

"𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁,   𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃   𝚂𝙷𝙴?"   cal   concurrs,   a   quiet   smile   upon   his   face,   before   simply   adding   with   a   shrug.   "all   masters   are."   he   remembers   his   own,   polite,   good,   but   all   about   discipline.   rest   when   need   resting,   train   when   need   training.   Cal   brushes   an   arm   over   one   of   her   own.   "I'm   going   to   help   you   get   up,   lean   on   me,   if   you   have   trouble."   the   jedi   speaks   quietly,   as   he   stands   up,   shrinking   so   he   can   aid   her   standing   up.   surviving   vader's   blade   was   something   he   never   imagine   anyone   doing.   they   are   both   alive.   but   neither   shouldn't   be.   ".   .   .and   your   connection   to   the   force?"

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cosmosreign​:

         Dyn doesn’t much understand how attachments and strong emotions can lead to darkness, but he understands the caution. with a power like Grogu’s, and the Jedi’s, he can imagine how out of control a situation could get when fueled by such strong emotions. the Mandalorian didn’t think it healthy to deny them, however, and he didn’t want them denied to Grogu. there had to be a way to teach him to control them, so they didn’t control him. this Jedi seems to understand, and though the unfamiliarity of him and the power of the Force had the Mandalorian on edge, he was beginning to see that he might just be what they’ve been looking for. he would leave that up to Grogu to decide, but Dyn would not object.

         a weight is lifted off of the Mandalorian’s shoulders, relief washing over him like the rising tide. just as Grogu has formed a strong attachment with him, Dyn has grown attached to him as well. from the moment the child first grabbed hold of his finger in a surprisingly strong grip after witnessing him take out the ig unit that tried to end his life, Dyn had been drawn to the child. their fates forever intertwined that day.   ❝  thank you.  ❞   thank you for not separating me from my ad’ika.

         Grogu was relieved of his own worries as the flame assured him that there would be no goodbye’s. he looks up when he feels the expectant eyes of his mando, even if he cannot see them through the visor of his helm. Dyn, now settled with this new prospect, looks to the child to see what he thought. this was Grogu’s path, one he had to choose for himself. the decision was up to him.   ❝  well, Grogu? what do you think?  ❞   he asked softly, kneeling down to be more on the child’s level.   ❝  do you want this nice man to be your teacher?  ❞

         large brown eyes look between the glittering helm and the flame, before looking back to his mando. after a moment of consideration, his mind brushed against the flame’s once more, looking up at him with a small coo.  will you stay?  he asked, pushing his wish for the flame to stay across the connection.  my teacher I want you to be.

𝙲𝙰𝙻   𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝚈   𝙽𝙾𝙳𝚂,   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙳.   training   with   someone   attached   will   be   difficult.   he   hasn't   really   trained   anyone   but   help   merrin   reach   other   corners   of   the   force   and   Cere   regain   her   control.   But   even   then,   something   different   entirely   was   to   become   a   Jedi   Master.   He   is   granting   himself   this   title   upon   himself,   with   no   council   to   oversee   how   good   of   a   decision   it   would   be.   "It   won't   be   easy,   but   Force   willing,   he   will   become   proficient   very   soon.   I'm   aware   he   has   already   reached   to   his   powers."   And   the   call   was   strong   enough   to   get   him   here.

So   Cal   has   no   doubt   Grogu   will   be   able   to   do   whatever   he   sets   his   mind   to.   "We   will   have   to   travel   to   Bogano.   There   is   a   temple   there,   used   by   an   old   Jedi   Master.   We   can   start   there,   and   it's   out   of   any   Empire   and   Republic   maps."   They   are   out   of   reach   for   most   of   them.   It   will   be   a   safe   place   to   train.   He   feels   Grogu   reaching   through   the   force   once   more   and   Cal   simply   nods,   a   smile   upon   his   battled   scarred   face.   "I'll   be   honored   to   become   your   Master,   as   you   will   become   my   padawan."   he   reaffirms,   the   old   use   of   an   old   title.  

His   first   padawan.   How   hopeful   the   future   seemed   to   be.   He   points   toward   his   lightsaber.   "Soon,   you   will   have   one   of   your   own.   But   first,   we   train."   There   is   a   long   way   before   they   can   get   to   Ilum   and   get   a   kyber   crystal.   And   now,   after   all   it's   settled,   his   droid   BD-1   shows   to   jump   before   the   Mandalorian.   "BD-1   will   show   you   the   coordinates   to   Bogano."

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lothlost​:

It sounds like a reasonable answer - Ezra can’t be the only one, after all. Right? And just like Kanan found him, surely Cal would be able to find the others; protect them and their families from the Empire… The same way he and his family never had been. 

“You really think you’ll be able to save them all? You think it’s possible?”

"𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚂   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙰𝙻𝙻.   𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝙸   𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻   𝚃𝚁𝚈."   some   of   them   do   not   wish   to   be   saved.   confinement   to   a   corner   of   the   world   and   living   there.   cal   would   respect   that.   in   another   lifetime,   he   would   be   still   be   in   hiding.   "They   deserve   a   chance   to   thrive.   As   we   did."   Cal   had   been   lucky.   Ezra   too,   but   they   were   more   children   out   there   who   needed   aid,   help.   Cal   wants   to   help   as   much   as   he   can.   "I'll   be   one   comm   reach.   If   you   ever   need   me,   just   search   through   the   Force."   a   short   pause   as   he   toys   around   with   the   blade   of   his   lightsaber,   thinking.   "I'm   certain   this   won't   be   the   last   time   we   see   each   other."

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rbeljedi​:

The droid hopping out from Cal’s back is a surprise – he hadn’t seen it there.  Artoo didn’t like Dagobah, and in this instance had chosen to stay back with Red Five, since Luke had promised to only be a minute.

The holocron is unlike anything Luke has ever seen, and he watches with curiosity, feeling the stir in the Force as Cal reaches out and uses it to unlock the device.  

“I don’t know.” He admits – “I don’t know if we would have been on this.  We weren’t –”  He doesn’t know how to explain, most days he doesn’t even know how to straighten it all out in his own mind, let alone communicate the circumstances of he and Leia’s birth succinctly to someone else.  He shakes his head instead,  “We were hidden.”  If someone had uploaded known data to the holocron, there was a chance that they hadn’t been listed – but if it simply scanned for Force signatures then …    

Then he owed Cal Kestis a personal thank you, on his and his sister’s behalves, but for all of the Force sensitives in the galaxy as well.  

“How does it work … ?  The holocron.  Where does it get this information from … ? ”  

"𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚂   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴.   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳'𝚅𝙴   𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽   𝙰   𝙲𝙻𝚄𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷."   hand   moves   across   the   galaxy   to   the   lighter   signatures   of   the   Force,   being   the   untrained   force-sensitive   users.   "It   uses   force   signatures.   If   you   were   hidden,   and   you   had   no   reason   to   use   the   force   then.   .   .you   might   had   not   shown   here."   Perhaps   the   same   would've   gone   for   Cal   if   he   had   remained   unattached   from   the   force   back   in   Bracca.  

But   those   are   too   many   what   ifs,   and   jedi   don't   deal   with   the   possible   outcomes.      "There   is   a   list.   Yes.   Most   of   them   are   about   your   age.   Thankfully,   never   found   by   the   Empire."   Cal   knows   deeply   what   the   Empire   can   do   to   a   child.   He   saw   it   in   Trilla,   tortured   and   then,   trained   to   be   an   Inquisitor.   Back   then,   he   saved   those   kids   from   the   same   future.  

"I   updated   the   holocron   to   not   only   show   the   location   of   the   users   but   remains   of   Jedi   Temples.   Those   not   completely   destroyed   by   the   empire."   and   he   directs   his   gaze   toward   Luke,   a   gentle   nod   of   his   head   as   he   speaks.   "Reaching   through   the   force   in   one   of   those   temples   would   be   our   best   bet."   And   then,   the   Jedi   extends   his   hand,   so   the   droid   could   climb   back   up   to   his   shoulder.

"I   would   do   it   myself   but.   .   .I'm   compromised.   My   force-abilities,   they   are   tied   to   emotions.   The   echoes   of   the   force.   .   .I   will   need   your   help."

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featherstcnes​:

there was a laugh to escape her lips as he spoke. “definitely the red hair.” truthfully, it was nice to just speak to someone again, nice to connect with someone from her past. she’d tried to reach out through the force to find obi wan, to find anyone else who she had been close to, but truthfully, she hadn’t even been quite sure who she lost on that fateful day. hearing his updates, hearing about the life he led after the purge, she let him have his time to speak. she was sure that no jedi’s life was easy. not in the current climate of the empire’s reign. nothing was ever simple anymore. 

“well, that sounds… like quite the adventure. any brush with the inquisitors isn’t exactly easy. i’m glad you made it out okay.” ahsoka had questions —— she wanted to ask about his experience, about anything he’d seen, about - …there was a sigh to escape her lips, quickly dismissing the thought. all of the questions nagged in her mind, but she pushed them down, focusing on his words instead. “i’ve been alone for a while. after everything, after order 66, i laid low for a bit. i was with my friend rex, and well - we parted ways for a bit and now i’ve been alone. it’s helped, somewhat. i’ve been trying to find peace in a world that’s filled with… anything but that.” she tried to smile, but it was lost as she moved to meet his eyes again.

“it’s smart of you to come alone.” a beat. “i truthfully didn’t think that i’d find a jedi out here. but it’s nice to see you. i’m glad you’re safe.” ahsoka’s life hadn’t been completely eventful – there had been things she wasn’t exactly proud of, but yet she was still standing. “i’ve tried to keep myself under the radar. i’ve had my battles. and as much as i’d like to say that those battles are over, i think you and i both know it’s not that simple.” with a pause, ahsoka looked out at their surroundings for a moment, attempting to find the right words. “did you come here for something? did you hope to find something here?”

𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶,   𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶,   𝙽𝙾   𝚆𝙰𝚈   𝙾𝙵   𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶.   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙰   𝙹𝙴𝙳𝙸.   words   he   had   once   said   to   his   trusty   droid   he   now   thinks   as   Ashokoa   retails   her   story.   hiding,   it's   painful   to   think   about   it.   perhaps,   some   others   survived   but   like   ashoka,   were   hidden   and   will   remain   so   until   the   rest   of   time.   "I   went   into   hiding   as   well.   I'm   glad   you   had   someone.   It   makes   this   all   less.   .   .lonesome."   and   perhaps,   more   time   on   his   own   would've   ended   up   in   tragedy.   he   had   been   a   padawan,   and   his   powers   were   still   unbounded.  

Cal   takes   a   moment   to   sit   down   in   one   of   the   forest   logs,   she   did   not   invite   him   to   do   so,   but   he   figures,   if   they   were   to   talk,   best   to   do   it   quietly,   over   a   shared   fire.   He,   however,   keeps   the   lightsaber   attached   to   his   waist,   remembering   his   master's   lessons.   that   lightsaber   is   your   life.   "I'm   hardly   a   Jedi.   Master   Cere   Junda   found   me.   Finished   my   training.   .   .but   I'm   not   sure   how   much   that's   worth   without   the   Council."   In   fact,   he   holds   on   to   the   titles   of   Jedi   with   dear   life   but   he   isn't   sure   how   much   meaning   they   have.

(   MANY   HAVE   FORGOTTEN   ALREADY,   NOTHING   BUT   A   MYTH   )   and   cal   wonders,   what   exactly   the   future   departs   for   them.   Ashoka's   question   leaves   him   hanging   for   a   moment   before   green   eyes   look   back.   "I   heard   of   a   temple   here   and   I.   .   .needed   guidance.   My   abilities.   .   .my   psychometry,   it   connects   me   to   the   force   but   the   echoes,   they   are   too   painful."   emotions.   attachments.   confusion   of   whose   feelings   he   is   having.   "I   was   searching   for   guidance."

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wookie hugs? wookie hugs.

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just a quick break from drafts to say thank you to anyone who reached to wish me well. last couple of days were rough and my mental state slipped. some of you reached and i want to say thank you for understanding and caring. you are amazeballs.

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@cosmosreign grogu calling cal the flame is the coolest and most adorable thing ever.

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ok but mandalorians raided jedi temple during the fall of the republic and I can’t stop thinking of cal sensing those raids.

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people are acting as if luke went in there and snatched that baby.

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going to work on some replies so you all think i’m quality.

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cal is 12 years older than ezra and luke but you bet your ass he is like ‘my children’.

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