Trilla Suduri My Beloved

Liz, 25. My main is a godless realm with no order at all so fuck it this is my Star Wars hyperfixation account/ where I get all my fics out. Main: @littlewolf651

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Hi, name’s Liz.

The description says it all. I need to vent my Star Wars Jedi (and Horizon FW) Hyperfixation somewhere, so here we are.

Link to my Ao3 here.

Personal blog here.

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“What kind of droid is that??!”

“One you don’t wanna cross.”

aka Cal discovers a Thunderjaw.

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Many thank yous to @robo-dino-puppy for such wonderful pictures of the Thunderjaw! There’s no way I would have been able to draw it without them. Their pictures are literally lifesavers.

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Oh I’m obsessed with this

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“There’s no stopping us, huh?”

[mxgicdave]

been playing fallen order..

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Trilla Suduri: Second Sister | Jedi Fallen Order

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Trilla Suduri | Jedi Fallen Order

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Cover and character designs for the manga adaptation of Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (x)

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We stay winning oh my god.

[kenosisofabrami]

Frenemies 💜💙

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Ayo next chapter dropped.

Seeing more Horizon x Star Wars content on this site has done wonders for my motivation on this fic.

Here’s a snippet.

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While this day wouldn’t come close to Cal’s top five worst days ever, it was undoubtedly amounting to his strangest day ever. This planet, Earth, was similarly amounting to the strangest planet he’d ever been to. Parts of it were so advanced and yet… so primitive at the same time.

He’d seen strange and dangerous planets before. He’d braved the shadowlands of Kashyyyk. He’d rediscovered a lost plant. By the Force, he’d even survived Dathomir and came out with a Nightsister for a companion. A companion whom he loved very dearly for the record.

But a planet filled with machines for most of the wildlife was new to him. Machines were typically man-made, so how were there so many in abundance? Why were there so many in abundance? The humans here clearly had no choice but to adapt to the environment. Their clothes and weapons told him they seemed to operate with the machines inside their own ecosystem. A tentative ecosystem, but an ecosystem nonetheless. He was glad the Separatists never knew about this place during the Clone Wars. The idea of the Jedi going into battle against multiple Fireclaws or Stormbirds was enough to make him queasy. Kark, the idea of the Empire having access to these machines was enough to make him want to hurl.

The Force was also strange on this planet. It was strong but felt… fractured. Like it was trying to heal a deep wound. It reminded him of a Force tear, a wound in the Force he had to carefully sew back together. Only this was a planet-wide tear. Something that couldn’t be easily fixed with some light meditation. That, piled on with the echo he witnessed of those… horrifying droids ripping that tank apart, only left him with more questions. Life and death were a cycle on all planets, but there was a pain lingering here that could only come from an immense tragedy. Like the kind he felt from the Venator on Zeffo or the massacre in Kujet’s tomb. This planet teemed with life, but something terrible had happened before that. This planet was a mass grave.

And that was all without the interference of the wider galaxy!

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Someone commented on this chapter describing Cal and Aloy as ‘feral cats circling each other’ and it’s the best comment I’ve ever read cause yeah, that’s basically how I write them.

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Ayo next chapter dropped.

Seeing more Horizon x Star Wars content on this site has done wonders for my motivation on this fic.

Here’s a snippet.

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While this day wouldn't come close to Cal's top five worst days ever, it was undoubtedly amounting to his strangest day ever. This planet, Earth, was similarly amounting to the strangest planet he'd ever been to. Parts of it were so advanced and yet… so primitive at the same time.

He'd seen strange and dangerous planets before. He'd braved the shadowlands of Kashyyyk. He'd rediscovered a lost plant. By the Force, he'd even survived Dathomir and came out with a Nightsister for a companion. A companion whom he loved very dearly for the record.

But a planet filled with machines for most of the wildlife was new to him. Machines were typically man-made, so how were there so many in abundance? Why were there so many in abundance? The humans here clearly had no choice but to adapt to the environment. Their clothes and weapons told him they seemed to operate with the machines inside their own ecosystem. A tentative ecosystem, but an ecosystem nonetheless. He was glad the Separatists never knew about this place during the Clone Wars. The idea of the Jedi going into battle against multiple Fireclaws or Stormbirds was enough to make him queasy. Kark, the idea of the Empire having access to these machines was enough to make him want to hurl.

The Force was also strange on this planet. It was strong but felt… fractured. Like it was trying to heal a deep wound. It reminded him of a Force tear, a wound in the Force he had to carefully sew back together. Only this was a planet-wide tear. Something that couldn't be easily fixed with some light meditation. That, piled on with the echo he witnessed of those… horrifying droids ripping that tank apart, only left him with more questions. Life and death were a cycle on all planets, but there was a pain lingering here that could only come from an immense tragedy. Like the kind he felt from the Venator on Zeffo or the massacre in Kujet's tomb. This planet teemed with life, but something terrible had happened before that. This planet was a mass grave.

And that was all without the interference of the wider galaxy!

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horizon x Star Wars supporting materials as it were. ✨✨✨✨

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Cal’s psychometry has grown so powerful, he can now take memories AND hairstyles (sorry Dagan)

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If I had this game on PC I’d use this mod in a heartbeat.

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Re: Cal using a bunch of stims and energy drinks at the same time:

Cal ends up regularly and accidentally visiting the quiet corner of the Force where the Bendu is hiding.

Cal never realizes what he’s been doing, but Ezra eventually puts two and two together and starts plotting his own visits, to the Bendu’s increasing irritation.

LMAO that sounds like smthn that would happen honestly

(commission info // tip jar!)

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it had to be done. 🤷

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I’m so obsessed with this oh my god. I love these two franchises so much.

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Completed Jedi: Fallen Order recently~

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Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

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Posting a snippet from another little thing I’ve been working on. I love me some good soft merrical moments.

Set post FO.

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He felt the echo that surrounded the holo. Curiosity, surprise, confusion and then all overwhelmed by a cold determination. The generals were traitors. And traitors must be executed. For the Republic.

He knew what the last message would be, but he played it anyways. A shadowed figure stood in the holo, face obscured by a long cloak. The Emperor. His gravelly voice gave the same command that still haunted his nightmares and dogged his footsteps.

‘Execute order Sixty-Six.’

Merrin stood in front of him, looking down at the holo between them “The Jedi kill order…” She looked up at Cal “Are you alright?”

Cal kept his eyes on the holo, his grip tightening on it “No… I’m not. There were Jedi on this ship.” His voice was low.

Standard in space, trapped with the entire army within turned against you. It made him think back to his own desperate escape from his venerator. Frantically climbing through the maintenance tunnels, watching his master gunned down in front of him. The fear, the betrayal, the grief.

Merrin’s hands reached up and gently took the holo from Cal’s hand, tossing the equipment away from them and taking his hand in hers “Focus Cal.” She ordered, her voice more gentle now “Don’t think back to then.”

Cal took a breath and closed his eyes, accepting the touch. He could feel the soft echos on Merrin’s fingerless gloves. Her curiosity, ferocity, her grounded nature, memories of anger but also kindness and acceptance. Survivors. Kindred spirits. The traces of her magic lingered on her fingers like warm flames. Comfort. Safe. Warm.

He let out a long breath and opened his eyes, nodding to the nightsister “I’m ok. I think.”

BD chirped on his back at that with worry.

“I’m sure.” He assured the droid.

“We can go back if you wish.” Merrin offered

The corners of his mouth quirked up a bit at that “We haven’t even left the hanger yet Merrin.”

“So?” She squeezed his hand “We don’t have to keep going.”

Cal sighed “I know… But I want to… I need to know what happened to the Jedi here.”

Merrin looked at him intently and finally huffed, letting go of him “And you call me stubborn Cal Kestis.”

That made his smile. “I do, and I will continue to.”

He expected the light smack to his arm but he still acted like it hurt. He was glad Merrin was here. The darkness was oppressive, but her warmth made the cold just a little more bearable.

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I’ll finish this full story someday.