#bix caleen

[marroniere]

someone draw lonni and heert in these pajamas i'm begging

[colleybri]

Did I buy a third Cassian action figure that I absolutely do not need? Well, you see Ring of Kafrene Cassian comes with two blasters and one of those is Bix’s so she gets to have it back and ditch that hideous datapad she originally came with and they all live happily ever after (once they’ve made friends with K2) the end

[rebelcaptain-1800s]

Bix Caleen, you greedy greedy woman, wanting to have a threesome with Cassian Andor and Varian Skye

[miko-mikke]

Andor x sweets💗

My headcanon is that Lonni Jung has a huge sweet tooth, and he’s even sweeter with his daughter.💕

[veryimportantandorbrackets]

Round Two

Most Likely to Ragebait on the Holonet?

Saw Gerrera

Bix Caleen

Voting ended onJul 4

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Round One

Who is Most Likely to Ragebait on the Holonet?

Attendant Joydali

Bix Caleen

Voting ended onJul 2

[colleybri]

WIP Wednesday

Body of Blood final chapter

Aka I will get this fic finished at last if it kills me.

Extract:

Bix was prompt to her first appointment repairing one of the the ground carries for the logging team who were working to extend the airfield. She found out soon enough that she had been allocated one assistant for the morning: a Jillsarian female named Hocpar, relatively new to Yavin. They had worked together once before and had shared some small talk basics in that time so Bix could also recall that Hocpar had previously worked as a nurse in her former life.

Hocpar being quite literally an extra pair of hands made relatively light work of removing the engine casing and Bix and she were on familiar ground once they could eyeball the problem: a blown ion gasket. They got to work on fixing the replacement and as this was an easy task Bix gauged that a little more small talk might be in order.

“Can I ask you something, just from your perspective as a nurse?”

“Sure you can,” Hocpar said a little idly, her eyes on her task but her voice warm and opening.

“Is it unusual for a burn to still be causing pain five weeks later?”

“”Burn?”” Hocpar’s hands froze momentarily as she peered through her thick goggles. She’s onto me, straight away, Bix thought. Still, there was safety here. She wondered why she had been so cagey. Blaster burns were not uncommon occurences for many of the occupants of Yavin Rebel Base.

“Blaster burn,” Bix clarified and over the next few minutes outlined the basics. In turn, Hocpar asked about the size and current condition of the burn and what was presently being done to treat it.

Hocpar was silent for several beats then and Bix wondered if she were processing all the information or instead focussing on tightening the bolts of the flux converter unit. Then she did speak, and it was an unexpectedly sincere monologue.

“You know the difference between this machine and living creatures like us - when the machine breaks it will not heal by itself. But we can. It’s as if our natural state is being whole and good and healthy, and a wound is an imbalance that our… essence wants to mend. My father was a doctor, a surgeon. It’s a common profession for us, those who want to help the cause.” One of her four hands was free and she gestured here, palm up, the equivalent of a shrug. “He did secret work, for many years. On a remote moon, a bit like this one. Treated those who could not be officially treated. Outlaws. Criminals, rich or poor. But on his operating table, they were all equal. It came down to their bodies and whether they were… meant to heal. Because a machine can always be fixed if there are parts and workers, and the determination to get the job done. But with the living, that is not the case. Sometimes it is not possible to heal. Some wounds change lives forever and some wounds kill.”

It was a strange speech. Bix’s knowledge of Jillsarian culture was non-existant but she instinctively felt that there was something here that connected to what she was already, in some sense, starting to believe.

“There is a wound that won’t heal at the centre of the galaxy,” she quoted.

Hocpar froze. The words were not well known outside of the Ferrix survivors but maybe there was some kind of recognition there. “Precisely so,” she said eventually and they worked on in silence for a while.

Then: “If you don’t see improvement soon, there is someone new - one of the cooks. She runs sessions in the evenings, no charge. Maybe she can help him heal. If he is meant to.”

Bix knew without asking exactly what kind of healer this was. She nodded and bit her lip a little.

It wouldn’t go down well with Cassian. She mentally ruled it out, for now.

[mireilleblue]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87372906

Dedra enlists Bix’s help to process her guilt. Post-canon.