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@laandur

#i tried to tag ur bo katan blog too but it wouldn't let me #crack.

kryzae

a very kenobi-kryze-palpatine family tree

#thinking about how korkie is rey's other grandfather #good shit

dcsertwizard-a

@kryzae and I plotted:

The message had come to Obi-Wan not long after his escape from Mandalore. The anonymous source claimed to be one of Satine’s few remaining allies. It contained, the short note attached said, a recording from the late Duchess herself. Meant only for Kenobi himself.

It had taken him days to finally decide to play the message. He told himself that there had been little time. They were in the middle of a war. Whatever was contained within could wait. But in truth, he couldn’t bear to see her face again. Not so soon after losing her.

Alone in his cabin aboard his flagship, Obi-Wan set the comm on his desk and pulled up the message.

A full body holo of Satine in miniature stood before him and he could feel the emotions begin to overwhelm him. There had been little time to truly mourn her loss after his escape. Seeing her again, out of the garb of her office brought memories flooding back to him.

Silently, he listened as the recording of Satine began to speak.

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kryzae

korkie couldn’t tell what frustrated him more : the prison or the information draught. he wanted to scream and rage and tear the place to the ground , and sometimes , it felt like if he focused hard enough... maybe he could. but that wasn’t the new mandalore way. what would his aunt think ? or the people still looking to his family for guidance ? no. no , he needed to calm down. he needed to think rationally. but he still needed to get answers.

korkie sat down on the hard , makeshift cot. mandalore tried to not keep prisoners for long , the cells not fit for extended stays. but it had already been close to a week with no end in sight and korkie felt a deep distaste for the thing boil in him. it was easier , perhaps , than wallowing in uncertainty and fear. better than dreading the worst.

“ hey ! ” a guard had stopped outside korkie’s cell with daily rations. the traditional helmet hid all features , but the young man could sense hesitation. this was a new one then. and maybe their loyalties didn’t lie entirely with death watch.

no sooner had korkie sat down that he was back on his feat , crossing the tiny cell in two steps.

“ please , just -- tell me what’s happening. i won’t try to escape. i’ll stop making a fuss. but i am imploring you , is my aunt okay -- the duchess ? ”

more hesitation. oh how korkie despised it. this waiting. this unknown. finally the helmeted figure shook his head. for your sake , stop asking. keep your head down. and you might make it out of here with your head.

“ what’s that -- ” but the guard had turned their back. and korkie , helpless to follow gave the door one good pound with his fist before turning to face the inside of his cell. blood rushing to his cheeks , a vile terror rising in his chest. that wasn’t an answer. that was just more questions. exhausted by rage he didn’t want and fear he couldn’t comprehend , korkie collapsed against the door and slid down to the floor.

what was to become of mandalore ?

what was to become of him ?

#dcsertwizard #this is FINE #it's FINE #v. tba.

right now , korkie is my only muse that is canonically still alive and i s2g s7 of clone wars better keep it that way

#ooc.#i mean not that i acknowledge any of my other muses' deaths #fuck that am i right

kryzae

plotting call here because this boy needs love

#guess who's back back back #back again

where is korkie’s ragtag team of mandalore rebels , huh ?

#ooc.

mandaloriian·:

A SOFT , ALBEIT small breath is taken and satine looks down at him. ‘ it’s not that i don’t want to tell you. ’ a pause. what was it that ben had said to her one day. oh that’s right ! ‘ search your feelings , i know you know the truth. ’

her hands move to cup his cheeks in a desperate attempt to calm him. ‘ you know , you can feel it. you’ve always felt it. ’ there was no doubt he’d been gifted the force , just like his father. ‘ i will tell you the truth , but not here. later , after the sun falls. come and see me , and i promise you the truth. the whole truth , okay? ’

𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦. he doesn’t want to , but he does. the impatience of youth and well trained diplomacy was an odd mix. made odder by the storm brewing within his veins. but ever the obedient nephew , korkie nods , taking whatever comfort he can from his aunt’s hands against his cheek.

“ okay , ” the word leaves him small and cracked , but he takes a breath and for a moment covers his aunt’s hands with his own before taking a step back. in the space created , he feels the secret. almost tangible. as though if he stared hard enough , he would see it floating like dust in the air. and when he meets his aunt’s gaze , he feels a bit stronger. “ later. ”

@laandur·

#laandur #v. tba.#time skip ????

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶. words of encouragement muffled and died the longer it went on. korkie heard all the stories: of the jedi knights who had once helped mandalore alongside his aunt and all of their untimely deaths by the dark side. but he could feel something in the give and pull of the universe. the force. his aunt had told him the truth shortly before she died , and in the years of imprisonment that followed , he trained himself to hone it. no formal training , of course , no master , just time & isolation. but if he could use it to find someone able to help his people ... he would. no matter the scoffs he received across the galaxy.

his journey led him here , a desert world called tatooine that could not be more different from home. two suns beat down on his back as he wandered through the dunes. a nearby town had been all but useless. of all the languages he’d learned at the academy , huttese had not been one. and he didn’t particularly like the way folks looked at him there , as though he were a threat. or a snack. so instead , he continued to do what he had from the start: follow the force. and even when he could feel the skin on his cheeks begin to burn , and his feet ache , he did not stop until he found the small , unassuming house on the horizon.

could this be it ? either the force , or dehydration , told him yes. korkie stopped at the front door , and realized , quite suddenly , how ill prepared he was for whatever lay on the other side. he had spent so long trying to find this ghost , but now that he was here ... surely , there was a way he could convince him to come back. to fight for korkie’s home and the home his aunt had died for.

@ofnegotiatcr

#ofnegotiatcr #v. tba.#i finally wrote the starter !!!!!!

welovegarretthedlund

#visage.#rebellion era korkie !!!!

plotting call here because this boy needs love

#plotting call.

mandaloriian·:

HIS FINGERS brush against her wrist and it gives her pause. ‘ you are becoming who you are , nephew. ’ a bitter word spills from her lips. she hates this. hates the lie and the deception.

‘ there is nothing wrong with you. but – sometimes , there are things that no one can explain and life is rarely that easy. i know you’re afraid. it’s okay to be afraid. i’m afraid too. ’

‘ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , don’t know ? ’ oh , how he despises the desperate tang in his voice as he asks. how was he ever expected to be a good ruler when his words betrayed him so ? but fear outweighed logic , brilliant blue eyes searching for answers in her aunt’s.

‘ please , auntie -- whatever it is , ’ for a brief moment , he lingers on the truth he dare not speak. out of respect and honor for the woman before him. but whatever was happening within korkie now , it was so much larger than such a secret. ‘ tell me. ’

#mandaloriian‌#v. tba.#hmmmmmm