#sith kanan

[im-the-chesire-cat]

Sith Kanan au

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“That’s enough.” Ahsoka stood up. “I think we’re done talking about this.”

“No, he has something to say, let the man say it. He’s only helping our reports.” Rex said, with a little more force than necessary. He was sick and tired of the Inquisitor being backhanded and passive aggressive towards him. He could see anti-clone attitudes ten klicks away, and if the Inquisitor wanted to get it all out in the open in front of everyone, Rex wouldn’t stop him.

“How kind of you.” The Inquisitor drawled. They were just trying to get some information out of him, in order to help supplement their information on Imperial movements, but the Inquisitor had started being entirely unhelpful as soon as Rex arrived.

“Look, I know you have a problem with me, but there is a time and a place for bad history.”

“Bad history?” The Inquisitor repeated, leaning forward. “Is that what you call it? Bad history?”

“Not all clones-”

“Oh of course, not all clones.”

“Look. Dark Vader is the one who made you an Inquisitor, you said so yourself. I don’t know why you won’t just-”

“It wasn’t Darth Vader that found me.”

“What?” Rex asked. The Inquisitor was sitting still, slightly hunched over but staring Rex in the eyes.

“After Order 66. It wasn’t Darth Vader that found me and brought me to Mustafar.” He gave Rex a dry, humorless grin. “He was busy marching on the Temple. I was systems away, on Kaller. Vader wouldn’t abandon the entire Temple for one padawan. Who do you think it was?”

Rex stayed silent. He knew the answer, as much as he hated it.

“I want to hear it, Captain. Who do you think it was that hunted me down for three days until they cornered me in an alley? Who do you think it was that stunned me and brought me to Mustafar? Who do you think it was that shot my master in the back, not even a minute after sharing a meal with her?” He sneered, and he leaned forward slightly. “Who do you think it was that stood guard in my cell while I was shown the real power of the dark side?”

Rex closed his eyes. As much as he hated the way the Inquisitor treated him and his brothers, he couldn’t imagine the kind of hell he had been through.

“It was your brothers, Captain.

[oifaaa]

Was trying to practice doing proper light sources all day and discovered I really need a lot more practice at it but seeing as I ended up drawing all my sith designs I thought I might as well post them all together as I don’t have a post that includes all of them yet

[softpadawan]

L’entrées du jour

February Sketches à la Kanezra, featuring

Sith Kanan

pure sweet innocent merboy and his lovestruck human

gay couple tests wall/bed for structural integrity

goofy smirking merboy Ezra

domestic morning-after fluff, or simply “Eeehehe your beard tickles!”

Bon appétit 😚👌

[im-the-chesire-cat]

Sith Kanan au

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“Where are you going?” He asked, before Sabine could even say anything. She was standing in the Inquisitors cell, and she had been just about to say goodbye before she went on a mission. She wasn’t sure how long it would be, but ever since the Inquisitor had been captured and ‘adopted’, her and Ezra had formed something of a habit of visiting him. Hera and General Sato kept trying to stop them, and kept saying how dangerous he was and how compromised they would be if he got out, but the Inquisitor hadn’t shown a hint of aggression since he had woken up. He had fought back at first, sure, but Ahsoka and Ezra had managed to distract him long enough for Sabine to inject him with a Force-suppressant drug. Then they had been able to explain what happened, and once he was cleared from medical, he had been placed in the most secure cell they had. That didn’t stop Sabine from figuring out the code to open the door, and it didn’t stop her and Ezra from visiting to play dejarik or to gossip. The Inquisitor had never even met most of the people they talked about, but he knew all their secrets anyway.

“How did you know?” She said, instead of responding. The Inquisitor smirked and shrugged.

“You’re wearing your armor, which is normal, but you’re carrying more blasters than normal. You have spray paint, too, which means either you’re here to kill me and repaint my cell, or you’re about to head off on a mission.”

“Good guess.” Sabine snorted, even though apparently it wasn’t a guess. “We just got Intel on a Imperial dockyard, I’m on the mission to destroy it. Ezra is too, and he wanted to come here to say bye, but Ahsoka is keeping him busy.”

“Mm. Will there be explosions on this mission?”

“Of course.” She pretended to be offended. “Who do you think I am?”

“Apologies.” He raised his eyebrows. He wasn’t really smiling, but there was a certain upward tilt to his mouth, and everything else about his expression said he was amused.

“Sorry you can’t come with, you’d probably enjoy it. I’ll make the explosions red, in your honor.” Sabine said, only half joking. She didn’t expect his shoulders to tense and his expression to close off.

“Don’t.” He snapped. “Not red.”

“No? But your lightsaber-”

“You think I chose it? It was chosen for me. It represents everything they took from me.”

“Okay.” Sabine said slowly. “I guess no red then.”

He looked away and didn’t say anything. Sabine waited for him to continue, but he remained silent. So dramatic. She rolled her eyes and put her helmet back on.

“In any case, it shouldn’t be too hard. We’ll be back soon. I just wanted to let you know in case it takes a few days.”

She started walking towards the door, and she had just put in the key code to open it when he spoke again.

“Blue.” He said, quietly. His voice sounded raspy, all of the sudden, but his eyes were dry. He was still looking at the far wall, his gaze a million miles away.

“Huh?” Sabine asked.

“Your explosions. If you have to pick a color. Pick blue.”

“I can do that. Why blue?”

A ghost of a smile flitted across his face. It suited him; as easy going as he always seemed to be, Sabine had never seen him genuinely smile before.

“My… My lightsaber used to be blue. Before they made me corrupt the kyber crystal.”

Sabine didn’t know what a kyber crystal was, but it seemed important to him. He lowered his head, and his hair fell forwards to hide most of his face. When he spoke again, his voice was stronger, and angrier. But Sabine recognized it enough; she knew it was the kind of anger that masked pain.

“So if you do bomb imperial dockyards. Make the explosions blue.”

[im-the-chesire-cat]

Sith Kanan au

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“Agent Kallus.” The Inquisitor greeted. The agent jumped, not expecting him to say anything. “It’s been a while.”

“It has.” Kallus agreed. “You haven’t changed.”

“You have.” The Inquisitor countered. He wasn’t even looking at Kallus; he was sitting on the far side of his cell, with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.

“I suppose I have.” Kallus frowned, and looked him over. He was wearing dark clothes, presumably what he usually wore under his armor, but his helmet and lightsaber were missing. Kallus had never seen him without either, and it was striking to realize he was just a human man. The Empire didn’t disclose personal files on any of the Inquisitors, and he never took off his helmet around Kallus. He wasn’t one to put any faith in rumors, but he couldn’t help but think that there was something inhuman about him. As it turned out, the opposite was true. According to the medical report, the Inquisitor was entirely human, without so much as a cybernetic limb, and he was estimated to be even younger than Kallus himself. Not that Kallus was a young man anymore, but it was strange to think that the Inquisitor, who outranked the majority of the Empire and who answered to Lord Vader himself, was nearly ten years his junior.

“Kallus!” Zeb’s voice suddenly shouted from down the hall. Kallus turned, and nodded to Zeb, who was making his way towards him with a disgruntled look on his face. “Karabast, Kal. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“My apologies.”

“What are you doing here?” Zeb asked when he reached Kallus, eyeing the Inquisitor.

“I wanted to speak with him, about his actions before he was captured and before I defected.”

“Why?” Zeb snorted.

“Because he saved my life.” Kallus turned back to the Inquisitor. “And I think he did it on purpose.”

The Inquisitor opened his eyes, and turned his gaze to Kallus. His eyes were a shocking yellow, and he seemed to stare through Kallus’s soul to see every thought and emotion he had.

“Is that so?” He asked slowly. Kallus nodded.

“I was wondering why. Even now, you’re loyal to the Empire, but you gave me information that you knew would help the Rebellion.”

The Inquisitor stood, suddenly, and strode over to the ray shield that separated his cell from the hallway. He stopped, just in front of it, and stared at Kallus. His presence was just as intense as it had been before Kallus had defected, but it was also different. Maybe it was because he wasn’t wearing his helmet, or maybe it had something to do with the ray shield, but there was something different about him. Next to him, Zeb stiffened, and he grabbed his Bo-riffle, but he didn’t raise it. Yet.

“You were part of the Empire for a long time, Agent Kallus. You saw the horror it causes, but you also saw the power it wields.” The Inquisitor said. “I have been part of the Empire since its creation. I’ve lived through countless tragedies. I am loyal to the Empire because I know it will always win.”

“That’s not true!” Zeb snapped. The hair on his shoulders was standing up, and his grip on his bo-rifle was tight, like he was ready to swing it, but Kallus put a hand on his arm.

“Then why help me?” Kallus asked.

“I may be loyal to the Empire, but I have no love for it. Your rebellion will fall one day soon, but if I can cause harm to the Empire, then I will help you.”

[im-the-chesire-cat]

I know it’s been a while but…. I’m back.

Sith!Kanan au ramblings

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- Kanan could figure out when clones were about to defect, or when clones declared KIA had actually faked their death. It made him angry, because they shouldn’t get to live their lives while he suffers every day because of them.

- He doesn’t do anything about it though. He isn’t sure why.

- He meets Maul. And yes, he absolutely roasts the shit out of him.

Kanan: so you’re Darth Maul, hm?

Maul: formerly Darth, yes. And you’re one of the little children the empire gives lightsabers to now?

Kanan: Yeah, I guess. 😕

Ezra:… What is it? He can help me!

Kanan: I doubt that, but he’s just not what I was expecting.

Maul: Oh? And what were you expecting?

Kanan: I don’t know, something more? General Grievous was more intimidating than you!

Ezra: Who?

Maul, shrieking: W H O?????

- He also meets Rex. The fact that Rex, Gregor and Wolffe were just living and hanging out on some backwater planet while he went through a decade and a half of torture and suffering, because of their brothers, makes him furious.

- He doesn’t know how to articulate that though, so he nearly kills Rex until Ahsoka stops him and everyone thinks he’s anti clone ☹️

- Which like. He is, but not for the reasons they think.

- No one sees him without his helmet until well into “season 3”, and Ezra is the first to see his face and it goes like this:

Ezra: oh

Kanan:…. What?

Ezra: Nothing! You’re just… not what I was expecting, is all.

Kanan: what were you expecting?

Ezra: I don’t know, like cyborg eyes? Scars that make it hard for you to breathe? You’re just… A person!

Kanan: ??????

[im-the-chesire-cat]

Angsty ask but do you think that Sith Kanan would even remember his name? Like he hasn’t used it in like 16 years or something and no one else has said it in that time so would he even remember? SK anon

I mean, that concept is definitely heartbreaking in and of itself. Kanan spends the rest of his life as a Sith apprentice and no one calls him Caleb again and his name is lost to time 😢

But in my au at least, he does remember. To be fair to him, he was 14 when he was kidnapped, so he had a pretty firm grasp of his name and his Sense of Self™️. But because he is tortured and conditioned to only be an inquisitor and respond to some vague inquisitor name I haven’t come up with yet, he ends up separating himself from Caleb Dume. In order to cope with what he becomes, he dissociates from the Jedi so hard that Caleb becomes like an entirely different person to him. Obviously, Caleb isn’t dead, but Caleb… Ended, in a way. He doesn’t remember a lot of his torture, because it wasn’t him, it was Caleb. He doesn’t remember how intense the betrayal felt when the clones brought him in because they didn’t betray him, they betrayed Caleb. He’s so disconnected from his identity as a Jedi, and even as Caleb Dume, that he feels like he’s lying even when he tells Ezra “I used to be a Jedi”. Part of the reason why he hates people like Ahsoka and Rex is that they remind him that what happened, happened to him. Him and Caleb are one and the same, and he experienced everything Caleb experienced, even if it doesn’t feel like it anymore.

[im-the-chesire-cat]

Sith Kanan au headcanons 

- He’s the last one to Fall. It takes a few months of torture, but eventually he cracks. 

- He can’t bring himself to look the Second Sister in the eye after that

- He didn’t know any of the other Inquisitors before, but it does make him nauseous for a while, knowing that they all used to be Jedi. 

- The others are leagues ahead of him in terms of lightsaber training, so he practices alone with a training droid. Sometimes Vader is there, sometimes the other Inquisitors. 

- They “help”

- The Emperor starts showing up, once he gets older. He’s 18 the first time it happens, and he tries not to be intimidated. Palpatine doesn’t say anything; just watches. 

- The Purge troopers are clones. The Third Brother didn’t know that until a year later, because they’re so devoid of personality and presence in the Force. 

- He cries when the Second Sister dies. He doesn’t let anyone see; he’s angry and confused. He shouldn’t let his emotions get the best of him, especially not when Darth Vader himself executed her, but she was the last person in the universe he could’ve called a friend. 

- When Ahsoka realizes who he is, she cries. They didn’t know each other well, but she vividly remembers how young he had been, and how full of energy and impulsiveness and questions. She had just assumed he was dead, before, but she quickly realizes that death would have been a mercy.