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Some of the main gang:
Iennyr Wentré
Iennyr's dad was a Rebellion pilot, her mother was the civilian daughter of a TIE fighter pilot. She was raised by her aunt on Chandrila due to her parents' absence. As a young adult, an act of self-defence led to her fleeing her home planet to sustain herself in hiding, finding work with a garage of similarly scattered mechanics who, between them, taught her a host of legal and illegal skills. After she is contacted by Leia with news that her father has been found after years of disappearance, Iennyr makes the difficult choice to leave the Corellian garage and join the Resistance. She is trained by her father, his friends from the war prior, and some of the Resistance's other soldiers to become a pilot, inheriting her father's Y-Wing. Her skillset lands her the job of an ongoing undercover investigation, alongside a pilot from the New Republic, into the fuel manufacturing and distribution of the rising First Order. After disappearing on a mission herself, Iennyr traces her own pathway through the force, discovering her own sensitivity to it before turning that pathway down to fly against Starkiller Base. She is eventually killed in an act of sacrifice while on an espionage mission.
Illyha Nibu
Originally from Ryloth, Illyha spent her childhood on Chandrila, making close friends with Iennyr and Belun. She and Iennyr were in a relationship during their teenage years, but this was brought to an end when she was threatened by a celebrity, and had to leave the planet to outrun the law. Returning to Ryloth as her parents reconciliated their marriage, Illyha develops a relationship with another Twi'lek, becoming a wife herself before continuing her intended career path and joining the Resistance. She reunites with Iennyr, ultimately becoming a pilot under her squadron, and is an active member of the Resistance for many years. Illyha volunteers as part of the bomb squad against the Siege Dreadnought Fulminatrix over D'Qar, sacrificing her life for the cause.
Belun Toonch
Belun was raised on Chandrila and was part of an upper class family. He had an easier pathway into the New Republic's flight school than Iennyr or Illyha, but his friends never thought badly of him for it. It meant he could follow his dreams of becoming a pilot with a much safer training environment. However when one of the pilots in his cohort starts being invited on missions with the Resistance, not only does he hear his childhood friend's name mentioned, but he also learns of the inevitable war and the First Order. The wake up call causes him to defect to the Resistance, where Iennyr—now a capable Y-Wing pilot—accepts him as the 6th member of her squadron. Belun aspires to reach her skill level, and takes on many missions alongside her to do so. during the evacuation of D'Qar, Belun is allocated a variety of spy work away from the Raddus. Upon meeting back on Ajan Kloss a year later, he's promoted to Delta Leader, something he always wanted but never under the circumstances he was granted the positon. Belun continues to serve with the Resistance, flying against the Final Order fleet over Exegol, however he does not return.
EB-43
EB is the droid. Initially a grey and gold BB unit with masculine programming, EB-43 started out as Iennyr's droid while she was training as a pilot. The droid was supposed to remain as a training assistant astromech, however at Iennyr's request he's assigned to her following her qualification as a Resistance pilot. After a particularly destructive mission, EB-43 had to be reprogrammed and reconstructed while saving as much of the previous data as possible; the result is feminine programming, with her tertiary orange plates swapped out in places for lilac. EB-43 survives the Battle of Crait, and becomes a tactical assistance droid on Ajan Kloss.
Taku Romeri
Taku served in the galactic war against the empire as a teenager after running away from home, and the soldiers around him kept him aware that he was too young to be there. After surviving the Battle of Hoth and assisting with the destruction of the second Death Star, he settled down with an opera performer. The two had met when Taku was sent to an emergency medical facility, his now-wife Ziren working as a volunteer. He was one of the first people contacted at the formation of the Resistance in response to the threat of the First Order, and with a wife and children to protect, returning to the war becomes his way of guarding his future. Upon taking his role as a pilot back, he meets the daughter of one of his old friends. He'd met Iennyr via hologram as a newborn, and now she's grown up, ready to learn everything he knows, and will eventually become his superior. Taku survives the end of the war against the First Order, and lives to raise his two sons alongside his wife on Naboo.
Daliash Mesgel
Jedi Knight OC around at the time of the Clone Wars. Under heavy development.
Andor makes me want to write a Star Wars fanfiction but it's so scary. What if I write "Glup Shitto was sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and reading his favourite book", but someone comments "didn't you mean he was drinking glop-goppy and reading a holo-journal? 🤨" so I open wookiepedia to check it out and it turns out that they also never invented balconies in the star wars universe and Glup Shitto can't read because of the freak accident he suffered in the episode 10 of the 2024 show "Jar-Jar and Babu Frik". What then.
experiencing in real time what things would have felt like for Iennyr if she knew she'd be reuniting with Illyha with literally any advance warning whatsoever
it was so wonderful. we've both grown so much and looking back at the moments we shared together, we've overcome so much. we haven't changed one bit. we're so beautifully different now. we're exactly the same.
experiencing in real time what things would have felt like for Iennyr if she knew she'd be reuniting with Illyha with literally any advance warning whatsoever
for every incel white man star wars dudebro there is a teenage lesbian with a slightly deeper and more obscure knowledge of star wars who will one day defeat him in battle
summary: Taku fulfils an old promise to reunite with a woman he started to love
notes: I'll probably rewrite this later, I yet again did not brush up on my research and have a lot on rn, and I just know I can do better. Ziren is Togruta if that helps at all.
He knew it meant the war was over. How long the news of the Death Star’s second destruction would take to spread across the galaxy, how soon the security checkpoints on each planet would also be free of Imperial control, was anyone’s guess, but his promise was absolute.
“Uh, is there any requirement to return to Endor?” “I know that’s an unprofessional question.”
“Doesn’t matter to me, kid,” Nezalis replied. It was certainly a benefit, being on close friendly terms with his commander. He was pretty sure Nezalis would let him get away with anything at this point, especially while the remains of the second Death Star sat in space behind them. “Just stay in touch, yeah?”
“Of course sir,” he promised. He couldn’t imagine a future where he didn’t. “I’ll be back, I’ll see you soon.”
The only thing on his mind from the moment he’d seen the explosion immerse the Death Star, or a year or so earlier if he was being honest, was his promise to the woman that had saved his life. Ziren of Naboo, whose last name he’d never even learned, had risked her life to work at an underground medical facility, one Taku had relied on after the Battle of Hoth. He promised that he’d come back when the war was over, and now the only thing on his mind was Naboo, and seeing her again.
The lack of plan really became apparent when he landed on the planet.
He had no idea where the medical facility had been located, or if she still worked there, or specifically where the theatres she performed at were, but he knew he just had to find her. That was all that guided him as he wandered through the spaceport, hoping a destroyed Death Star would mean more relaxed security protocols, for he’d just landed a starfighter in full Rebellion uniform. With a bit of luck, the Empire would be in disarray. Their commanding officers would be making things up as they went along, they’d be disorganised. Maybe he could even stay a few days unnoticed; it wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was possible to sleep in an X-Wing. But he was tired, and dehydrated, and his adrenaline levels had calmed down enough for him to start feeling a little hungry. And if he was going to stick around for however long it took to fulfil his promise of finding her again, those were all things he’d have to address, sooner rather than later at this point.
Taku had walked himself out to the show district, the streets busy enough that he went far less noticeable at least, but his own stupidity was starting to get to him. Waiting even just a few hours, debriefing and getting time to actually plan his trip would’ve been the better choice. If she was performing, there was sure to be a record of it somewhere public. It must’ve been over a day since he’d slept properly too, if at all, and the exhaustion weighed on his shoulder and collected in his temples, making his vision feel fuzzy. A small crowd had gathered down the street to his right, no harm in waiting amongst them while he figured out a coherent next step, right? The people around him moved at the sound of a door opening, and he quickly caught onto the fact he was waiting outside of a stage door, the cast of an opera leaving to a crowd of fans. Taku attempted to glimpse the face of each performer, hoping to the force that the improbable odds would work out for him.
Time stopped when he saw her. Ziren looked far healthier than she had while working as a medical assistant, her face and arms especially looking fuller, and she seemed to have more energy as she interacted with the people in front of her. And she was just beautiful. Taku couldn’t remember seeing her in colour, but the gold satin dress that rippled with every step matched the gold jewellery decorating her montrals, her skin a far more vibrant shade of blue than he’d been able to see in the low light under which they met. He had to remind himself to breath, before standing up.
Her security team noticed him just a second after she did, her face expressionless as she whispered something to them. Then, Taku was being grabbed by the biceps, and dragged in the opposite direction down the street.
“I can get lost by myself, just let me hear that from Ziren,” he protested, but neither of the men that held him seemed to care.
Instead of being thrown across the ground like he expected, Taku was led inside the back of the building, escorted to what looked like a very unglamourous refresher, and left alone behind a closed door. He had just long enough by himself to think through a variety of possibilities. For a start, he’d shown up in Rebellion uniform on a planet under Imperial occupation, so there was that. Maybe she hadn’t recognised him, or was just saving herself, and he’d be confronted by an Imperial officer within the hour. Maybe this was a simple case of seeing him as an overzealous fan suffering from a case of a parasocial relationship. He surely looked far different from how they’d met also, maybe she really hadn’t recognised him. That hurt a little, but was something he could get over and move on from in time—
The door opened and Ziren stood in front of him, looking at him with tears in her eyes. Taku opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“I waited so long,” she started, fighting the reaction to cry. “I thought you forgot about me.” She knew it sounded selfish but had stopped caring about that the moment she saw him sat outside the stage door. Thanks to the best security team she could ask for, she finally had him alone to freely speak.
“I— I don’t— we blew up the Death Star,” Taku stuttered out, unable to prioritise anything in his mind. He laughed, feeling like his sanity was slipping as he heard himself. “Palpatine’s dead. The war’s over. I promised.” Ziren let her tears flow freely, dragging makeup down her cheeks with them.
“You’re back?” she whispered in disbelief.
“I’m here,” Taku smiled, no words to describe the extent of his elation. “I’m wherever you want me.” Speaking it aloud, hearing his own words, made it all feel real. He wanted it all now, the seventeen dates he’d dreamt of throughout the end of the war, meeting her parents, seeing the galaxy together.
Ziren threw herself at him, tackling him in a tight hug before he could recommend against ruining her dress or warn her how bad he probably smelled. None of it mattered to her.
“Come home with me,” she said, somewhere between an offer and a plea, before laughing. “I bet you’re hungry.” His stomach growled on cue.
“And dehydrated, and tired, and I must stink,” he added lightheartedly, chuckling with her. “I came right here from the Death Star,” he quietly confessed, taking her face in his hands and committing the colour of her eyes to memory, a deep warm brown.
“Come on,” she smiled softly, taking his hands in hers. “And don’t go anywhere else again.”
Star Wars (sequels) | Iennyr and the Romeri family (OCs) | 'plot armour' AU
wc: 1393
warnings: none
summary: Iennyr visits her friend and his family, hoping that the gift of a lightsaber in her possession will be the perfect start to a young Jedi's training (it's just wholesome familial fluff)
Iennyr was surprised her old holorecorder still functioned, only hoping Taku’s details were the same as they’d always been. She needed him to get her message.
“Taku, I hope you’re doing well,” she started, the language and formality between addressing a squadron member and speaking with a friend switching in and out of each phrase. “I’m contacting you about Elidamo, mostly, and about possibly showing up to your home uninvited.” Sat by herself, alone on board her father’s old freighter, she’d paid no mind as to how the holomessage would look, her back leant against one armrest, and her legs dangling over the other. “I don’t know if you’ll remember, but a few years ago I picked up a lightsaber on Geonosis, and I’ve been trying to get rid of it since. Well, put bluntly, I was wondering if it would be of any use to Eli in his training. Let me know if it is, and I’ll stop by when I next get a chance. And if it isn’t, maybe I’ll just stop by anyway.” She smiled, before ending the recording, praying to herself once more that his details were correct, before sending it. There would be no way he’d miss an opportunity to catch up, so long as he received her request for it.
That same evening, while completing a few more repairs on the YT-1760, Iennyr got a simple reply in the form of Taku’s address, and a request to bring the lightsaber.
The following morning, the freighter was in good enough shape to make it to Naboo in one piece after Iennyr had spent half the night finishing the most pressing repairs, too excited to sleep anyway. With the help of EB-43, the job didn’t take as long, and the company was greatly appreciated.
The lightsaber in question had remained on board since the evacuation of D’Qar, wrapped and stored under the small onboard bed. Uncovering it again brought back a host of memories she’d forever try to forget, the metal cool to the touch as she traced each dip and curve with her fingertips. It was undeniably beautiful, more than anything.
“EB, plot a course for Naboo,” Iennyr instructed the astromech, “and send the journey data forward to Taku Romeri, please?” The droid burbled in response, telling Iennyr when she was done. It pushed her to wrap the lightsaber in the fabric it had been stored in, this time taking it to the cockpit with her. EB-43 was already waiting, rocking back and forth impatiently, her dome swivelling to the doorway when she detected Iennyr’s footsteps. “Come on then.”
The empty copilot seat didn’t bother her so much when her droid occupied the space beside her feet. The engines came to life under Iennyr’s hands as she prepared for takeoff.
“Yen!” Elidamo yelled from the doorway, running out across their front garden to hug her. He’d grown significantly since she’d last seen him, closer to being nearly three quarters of her height now, and strong enough to nearly knock her off her feet.
“Let her breathe,” Taku laughed from the doorway, walking out to join them both, and taking his turn to pull her into a tight, warm hug. “It’s so good to see you again, Iennyr.”
“You too,” she smiled, letting go only after a solid minute of enjoying feeling cared for again.
“I think Ziren said she’d make another batch of that beebleberry ice cream today,” Taku said as the three of them walked inside, Iennyr’s face lighting up at the mention. She’d never once asked for it, but it was always welcome.
Their Naboo home was cosy and spacious, mostly open plan, and she was quickly pulled by the hand by Elidamo to their main room, only able to briefly greet Ziren who was in the middle of folding fresh laundry at their dining table.
“Stay here, I want to show you the model ship I built,” Eli told her, before running off up the stairs.
“Remind me, I’ve made you a pot of that ice cream to take back with you,” Ziren smiled as Iennyr beamed, “your freighter has a refrigeration unit, right?”
“It does,” she confirmed. “Thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Ziren warmly replied, “are you staying for dinner?”
“I think I’ll have to head back, I’m stopped by to deliver this.” Iennyr took the lightsaber from the inner pocket of her jacket, sitting on another one of their chairs and unwrapping it to show her.
“I told her it would be a good gift for Eli, if he chose to go and train,” Taku explained, taking any potentially negative response away from Iennyr, and blaming himself.
“What would be a good gift?” Eli asked from the bottom of the stairs, clutching a small model Y-Wing in both hands. He approached the table slowly, curiously, forgetting why he’d come back downstairs in the first place as he put the Y-Wing on the table. Iennyr looked to Taku, who looked to his wife, and the nod she gave him was passed back to Iennyr. Go ahead.
“Eli, have your parents told you about the force?” she asked, considering it the best place to start. She was the last person qualified to teach him about it all.
“Yeah, they said I can be a Jedi one day if I want,” he explained, far further in the truth than she expected. It had her reconsidering her whole speech.
“Okay, well when I was… travelling, a few years ago,” she started, trying to stray away from any kind of graphic detail that surrounded how she’d found the lightsaber in the first place, “I came across this.” She lowered the saber, letting him look at the bright silver metal.
“A lightsaber,” Elidamo breathed in awe, reaching out to touch it before drawing his hand back in uncertainty, and just staring instead. Whether he was still paying attention or not, Iennyr continued.
“That’s right. I found it, and it was very useful for a while, but now it isn’t useful for me at all,” she explained. Forgetting just how useful it had been would be impossible. It had saved her life, but now it was a tool at best, and a burden that haunted her at worst. “But I thought that it might be useful one day for you, if you do want to become a Jedi. So I’d like to give it to you, if you’ll accept it?” Eli looked up at her, eyes wide with surprise.
“Really?” he asked quietly. Iennyr nodded, holding the lightsaber out to him. Elidamo took it in both hands gently, cradling it as he stared at his own distorted reflection in the metal.
“You’ll have to be very careful, and listen to your parents and teachers, but I believe you’re the right person to have it.”
“I’ll be careful, I promise,” he said softly, running his outstretched index finger over the divots in the hilt just as Iennyr had developed a habit of. It confirmed her instincts, he was the perfect person to have it.
As the sun dipped in the sky, Iennyr had to make the difficult decision to leave the cosy home, where she was surrounded by starship models as Eli told her things she already knew about them, three portions of beebleberry ice cream down. Ziren handed her a large container of the stuff, with the unspoken agreement that it could be returned to the family, cleaned and emptied, whenever she next visited, because there would certainly be a next time.
Standing at the bottom of her ship’s ramp, the last conversations slowly faded into goodbyes.
“Make sure you keep me updated on your Jedi training,” Iennyr warmly smiled, Elidamo nodding enthusiastically. “I’ll see you all soon.”
“Keep us updated Yen,” Taku smiled, engulfing her in another hug.
“I will,” she promised, waving as they stepped back away from the ramp, before turning around and returning to the cockpit.
The Romeri family watched from their doorstep as she lifted the Nysillin Horizon into the sky, waving her off. The cockpit was too quiet now she was alone again, EB-43 asking if she wanted a course back.
“No thanks, EB,” she said, still considering exactly what she did want. “Can you send a message to Zhalwi Su, asking of her whereabouts instead? I think I’ll sleep up here tonight.”
Day 8: Kissing under the Christmas Lights | Travel/trip
Star Wars Sequels (pre-Episode 7, heavy AU vibes) | Poe x OC (Iennyr)
Warnings: mildly suggestive (he makes a single lighthearted comment alluding to the possibility of a sex)
Word Count: 972
Summary: It’s not technically a secret, but things are sure easier if their coworkers don’t know (established relationship)
The day had been spent with a team out on Hosnian Prime, on an in-person supply run, and it had certainly taken a whole day. It had been dark for hours already, the hangar lighting harsh and unnatural, but finally the last few transports were being closed up and directed offworld.
“Clear to go,” Poe instructed via comlink the moment he saw the last ship’s door close, before shutting off the channel to talk to Iennyr beside him. His own designated X-Wing was the last starship in the hangar. “How are you getting back?”
“I’m not,” Iennyr replied, her open displeasure reminding him exactly why. The New Republic gala. The annual event was nothing but pointless small talk, but a presence there, for some reason, had been prioritised for years. Iennyr just couldn’t comprehend why it consistently had to be her presence.
“Looking forward to it?” he joked, her deadpan expression remaining. After another day of heavy lifting in a cold hangar, she didn’t have much humour left in her.
“What do you think?” she bluntly replied, mentally preparing herself for the hassle of working out her overnight accommodation after a long walk across the city. Attempting to forget about it for all of two minutes while she watched him take off, Iennyr tried her best not to let her discontent affect the sincerity of their parting. “Have a safe journey.”
“I don’t have anywhere to be.” It took her a moment to realise what Poe meant. “I’ve got a few hours to spare.”
“They will absolutely notice you’re not back,” Iennyr said. Sure, there was no requirement to keep their personal lives an absolute secret, but a lot was made easier if they did. And receiving every other ship but Poe’s one-man starfighter, while Iennyr was stationed on the planet he was last at, would definitely make it easy to put two and two together.
“They can wait for me to take care of the last of this,” he shrugged, far more indifferent about it. He turned around, leaving the hangar for the city the same way they’d entered earlier, allowing her the choice of senselessly staying where she stood, or following him. He knew she’d have chosen the latter. “What were you planning to do with your evening anyway?”
"I don’t know,” Iennyr honestly told him. Outside was colder than the hangar, she’d taken the shelter for granted. Looking up, the stars were obscured by patchy cloud cover, the ground dusted with light snowfall. She should’ve pushed for him to go; flying out through a storm would by no means be impossible, but it was always easier to not have to. “To be honest, I’d probably have just gone and checked out my accomodation for the night.” If she’d been by herself, there would have been no enjoyment in going somewhere unnecessarily.
“Mm, no, we definitely don’t have time for that,” he commented, seriously but to himself, as if he’d actually thought through everything he’d wanted to do and how long it would take. Iennyr looked at him sharply with an exasperated smile, and the smirk he returned was nothing short of devious. “I’ll walk you there though.”
The streets were lit with a warm white glow from festive decorations hanging from the usual street lighting, and the further away from the hangar and spaceport they went, the quieter the noise from vehicular traffic. Towards the city centre, the density of both people and decoration increased noticeably, and Poe slowed to match Iennyr’s pace as she looked around. It prompted him to actually take in his surroundings too.
“Hey…” he abruptly started, darting across the street to a nearby fountain and sitting at the base of the stone. “So you remember that plant I told you about?”
“Yeah, yeah I remember,” Iennyr replied. This far into the evening, the running water behind them was the most prominent sound above the people around them. Poe wordlessly pointed a little higher than his own head, towards the centre of the fountain where a decorative green leafy sprig had been attached to the stone.
“I told you I wasn’t making it up.”
“I believed you when you said it,” Iennyr said, but Poe could easily recall the look she’d given him in the moment as anything but belief.
“You absolutely did not,” he lightheartedly argued back. Neither of them would drop it easily.
“I didn’t believe the part where you said it was for married people,” Iennyr clarified the obvious, to her at least. “I believed in the plant.”
“I never told you it was just for married people, we just worked out that we only knew married people,” Poe reminded her. “Or not. I definitely don’t think that matters.” Maybe she’d forgotten the point about to be made, but whatever the case, Iennyr had totally lost track of the subject that did or didn’t matter, and it stopped her from having anything else to respond with. Poe had gone quiet too.
“What doesn’t matter?” she asked openly, softly against the background noise of flowing water and distant chatter. The way her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, a slight tilt of her head at the question, was endearing. Little moments where she was away from work enough to soften slightly encouraged him to consider how to find them. If it was as simple as walking into the city and back before travelling back to base, he’d do it a hundred times.
“I don’t think it matters if we’re married or not,” Poe replied, watching her expression relax out of questioning, and into a warm, knowing smile, only just too enamoured by him for an eye roll.
“You can just ask,” she sighed, “you don’t need to find a plant.” Iennyr felt him move his arm just behind her back.
Star Wars (OCs) | Iennyr x Illyha (set during their young-adult years on Chandrila)
Warnings: quite very suggestive, but nothing actually sexually explicit
Word Count: 1147
Summary: Just a couple of best friends baking together (Iennyr and Illyha's Life Day baking tradition changes their relationship for good).
(I totally missed yesterday, and it'll go missed but maybe I'll throw the prompt as an added extra in a later day. I just know the event host hates to see me coming because I think this is my first on-time entry)
The tailor shop on the corner appeared quieter than usual, only Aefimi out at the front, quietly folding clean and repaired clothes ready for delivery.
“Hi Iennyr,” she smiled, looking up at the sound of the door opening. “Happy holidays.”
“Oh, happy holidays,” Iennyr started. She’d entered with completely juxtaposing energy, windswept hair, and little coherence as to even what the time of day was. She just wanted to see her best friend. “Is—?”
“Yen!” Illyha shouted from down the hall, after hearing her voice. “You’re just in time, I was just about to start the cookies, come on.” Aefimi nodded in approval, allowing her the time away from helping with anything work related.
The kitchen was the most organised it would be all day, and Illyha had arranged every utensil and ingredient they’d need neatly on the counter. The cramped space felt cosy when it was just the two of them getting in each other’s elbow room.
“I already sorted everything out,” Illyha said. “Do you want to start measuring?”
The mixing bowl soon had a precise quantity of flour sifted into the bottom of it, while Iennyr filled a measuring cup with butter, hitting it on the edge of a smaller bowl.
“Melt that?” she asked, passing Illyha the bowl, and zeroing her scale with the main bowl on top, before slowly tipping the sugar in. She had enough time to crack the eggs on the side, splitting them into the mix too, before Illyha poured in the melted butter. “Am I mixing?”
“Yes please,” Illyha replied, passing her a wooden spoon. “You’re stronger than me.”
The mixture was turned over itself again and again, ingredients combining into a dough, and Illyha’s gaze locked onto the way Iennyr’s bicep flexed with each turn as the mix got thicker.
“Should we add chocolate chips?” Iennyr suggested, jolting Illyha from aggressively staring at her arms.
“Let me see if we have any,” she replied, climbing up onto the counter knee-first in preparation to reach their highest shelves.
“Are you good up there?” Iennyr checked at Illyha’s slight wobble the moment she looked up. Illyha hummed absent mindedly in response, ducking backwards out of the way as she opened the cupboard door. Iennyr feared for her safety enough to rest her hand on her lower back, and when Illyha’s weight pressed into her palm, her grip moved to rest around her waist. “There you go.” Three straight minutes of sorting through the cupboard resulted in a pack of chocolate chips that would likely still be good.
“Yes!” Illyha beamed, confident in Iennyr’s strength to support her as she climbed down far faster than she’d gone up. “Thank you.” Her cheeks were a far deeper pink as she tore open the pack, and tipped the chocolate chips into the bowl. When the pack was empty, Iennyr kept mixing, combining them into the dough.
“Can you roll it out?” Iennyr asked, setting the bowl aside with the spoon stuck upright in the dough. “You always know how thick to make them.”
“Of course, mind out,” she said, the bag of flour tucked between her arm and her body. Iennyr took a step back, the kitchen too small to move much further out of the way, and Illyha dusted the side with flour in preparation to form individual cookies. As she finished flouring the side, she turned around and flicked the last pinch of flour in her hand at Iennyr, dusting her hair with a cheeky smile. She knew she could get away with it.
“Really?” Iennyr smiled back, any annoyance fading with every moment Illyha smiled at her. “This isn’t fair, you have no idea how much harder this is to get out of hair.”
“Yeah?” Illyha challenged, her grip on the bag tightening. Iennyr nodded, eyes flickering between her face and the bag, plotting for the perfect moment to grab a handful of flour herself. “Maybe you should try rolling out the dough yourself.”
“Hm, interesting you’re saying that now,” Iennyr smiled, going along with it anyway and grabbing the ball of dough from the bowl, dropping it onto the flour covered side, and only becoming helpless to the wave of flour that became airborne at the impact, covering her top. Illyha giggled from behind her, pressing her hand to her back which initially made Iennyr’s heart skip a beat. Until she could picture the white handprint between her shoulderblades. “Oh absolutely not,” she laughed, turning around and swatting at the bag of flour that Illyha held as far away from her as possible. But she was a little taller, with longer arms, and as Iennyr leant forward and fought against the arm bracing her back, she could grab a messy handful of flour. Illyha made her best efforts to push her away and guard the bag for herself, and for a moment they were both held in perfect tension. Until Illyha lost her balance slightly, falling back against the counter, taking iennyr with her.
With a handful of flour and her face inches from Illyha’s, Iennyr was at a total loss as to her next move. They both were, the air between them heavy with unspoken intent, the heaviest it had ever been. Illyha couldn’t seem to stop her gaze from flickering between Iennyr’s eyes and lips, and it was anything but subtle. It was the prompt Iennyr needed to abandon all thoughts about the flour in her hand. Illyha met her halfway, their lips pressing together in a gentle, hesitant kiss. Their first, awkward kiss established contact, broken apart by the same nervous energy. The look they shared was one of dissatisfaction, of ‘let me try again, I can do better’. Their second kiss was far deeper, Illyha’s hand cupping Iennyr’s face, her fingers reaching into her hair. Lips slowly moving over each other’s, they both far more confidently meant this one. Their third, fourth, and fifth had Illyha acting like she wasn’t the one pushed against the counter, their sixth giving Iennyr a chance to remind her she was. She ran her hand down to Illyha’s leg, and back up the underside of her thigh, scattering flour down her skirt before they broke apart once again, breathless.
“What are we doing?” Illyha asked. Now she was looking at her closest friend once again, fear of destroying everything they already had greeted her again. Iennyr smiled, trying to subtly reach for the flour again.
“I think this is what we’ve both wanted for too long,” Iennyr muttered, tracing Illyha’s cheekbone with her thumb. The soft smile on her face was enough, and she broke into a far brighter one as she sprinkled flour over Illyha’s head, drifting down over her lekku. For a moment, Illyha tried to look mad. “Maybe we could get those cookies in the oven, and then you could kiss me like that again?”
Star Wars sequels (with huge AU vibes) | Poe x OC (Iennyr)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 4018
Summary: The Resistance base gets decorated for the season
Life Day on D’Qar had bloomed into a significant month of vague celebration. For the most part, its roots in Wookiee culture had been lost over the years, but the holiday still stood for the principles of celebrating joy, family, and freedom throughout the galaxy, while serving its dual purpose of significant morale boost. It certainly became easy to lose hope in the midst of a war.
The day had started early for Iennyr. During the winter months, the mechanic team needed all the help they could get with routine maintenance and repairs, while their time was taken by larger jobs around the base caused by the decline of the weather. And Iennyr certainly knew her way around most starfighters enough to repair common issues at least.
“Iennyr?” The voice of her close friend and fellow pilot, Illyha, rang through the hangar. She attempted to clamber out from beneath the X-Wing she’d been working on, following the voice, while fighting against the cold-brought stiffness in her limbs. “Yen? Fernen said you’d be in here?”
“He was right,” she replied, walking out into the main light to talk face to face with Illyha. “What did you need?”
“We’ve got a couple of droids not feeling their best,” Illyha said. “Mind adding them to your list?”
Iennyr dryly laughed. “Sure, if I ever get to the end, they’ll be next.”
“You’re my favourite!” Illyha beamed. How she was so energised escaped Iennyr. “I had a look as best I could, but I just know you’ll be able to figure it out.”
“I’ll try,” Iennyr shrugged. The minimal details Illyha had given her of the droids’ malfunction had been so vague she wouldn’t understand what she was working with until she saw them for herself.
“Oh, Yen, before I forget, I’m reminding everyone I see to decorate for Life Day a little,” Illyha added. Iennyr was only surprised she hadn’t said something sooner, it was her favourite holiday, and the years they’d spent growing up together, she’d been almost insufferable about it. “Major commented on a lack of spirit, so I’m taking it upon myself to change that.”
“I hear you,” Iennyr replied with a smile, flexing her fingers to keep some movement going in her joints despite the cold hangar. Without it, the job she was in the middle of would take twice as long. “Finish here, droids, decorations.”
“You’re the best,” Illyha said. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” She promptly left, giving Iennyr the space and processing time to reset her plans for the day, and continue work on de-rusting the exterior of the X-Wing.
It was a long, tedious job, and her fingers were steadily going numb throughout the process. The hangar surely didn’t count as inside either; a harsh draught ripped through the inside, the biting cold doubled with every gust of wind from outside. Maybe they weren’t wrong about the approaching storm on last night’s forecast. Internally she questioned just how long she could keep working through the deep ache in her hands. Rust work was the worst.
By the time she left the hangar, the morning had turned into afternoon and the storm outside had worsened. The sky was darker than it should have been, even during winter, and the wind had considerably picked up. Torrential rain, maybe even hail and snow, would soon be inevitable. Fighting through that to get off world would be reserved for essential trips in light fighters only, she presumed. Optimism flickered through her mind in a fleeting moment of enjoying company. Even if it was mostly the company of droids, that was still preferable to being in the cold hangar alone.
The droid depot was nearly the opposite of the hangar in every way. As much as the bitter cold was replaced with warmth, and the faint smell of new electrics, the high volume level was also as notable as the empty silence of the hangar had been. With a steady increase in recruits, the programming of droids had to increase to match, and of course the repairs reflected it too. Iennyr hovered just inside the doorway, keeping the door itself shut to maintain the comfortable room temperature, while she waited for either Jess or Illyha to be free enough to point her in the direction of the malfunctioned droids she needed to look at. Jess got there first.
“Illyha said you’d be coming,” she smiled gratefully. “They’re just over here. Processing needs some fine tuning on the R4, and the BB unit’s underside wiring seems loose.” Iennyr had hoped for a little more instruction, but she’d just have to see for herself, she supposed.
“I’m on it.”
As soon as Jess was out of earshot, Iennyr sighed. She’d been given the vaguest instructions possible, and this would definitely take up the remainder of her day, if not keep her busy well into the evening.
“R4, let’s start diagnostic work with you,” she said, hoping her frustration wouldn’t be reflected at the droid. It didn’t deserve that.
Her work had started with a visual inspection of its processing chip, with nothing obvious wrong there. Likely, Jess had already done that, the most obvious first point of repair. Full calibration was her next troubleshooting step. Simply getting the droid’s front visuals panel to follow a small laser dot proved nothing was wrong there. It was also fully capable of following simple verbal commands with complete accuracy.
“Alright, let’s increase the challenge a little,” Iennyr muttered aloud, helping her keep track of her own process. It was during triple commands that the R4 unit started having issues. A command of moving in one direction while looking in another, and repeating back a sequence highlighted the issue.
“So you’re not a multi-tasker.”
Once again, Iennyr opened the front panel of the droid to access its sensitivity core. The processing chip was already fine, but it took her a second look to notice some literally crossed wires.
“I’m sorry I didn’t notice that before,” she apologised to the droid, carefully removing them both from their incorrect sockets and hoping her frozen fingertips still had enough dexterity in them to delicately untangle each tiny wire without causing too much distress to the droid. The R4 unit seemed unbothered as she plugged them back into their correct sockets, closing the panel before giving the droid the commands again, and watching in satisfaction as they were easily completed.
“One down, one to go.”
The BB unit had a much less mysterious issue, but as soon as Iennyr opened its base panel, she realised she would be working on it a lot longer. ‘Loose wires’ was a colloquial understatement. Kneeling on the floor beside the droid, she shoved her hands behind her knee joints in a hope her body heat would warm them, as what she was looking at was a mix of shorted and fried wires that would need replacing, and some downright dodgy connections that may have started to wear away at the droid’s proprioception centre. Hopefully a repair on that wouldn’t be necessary today. She did want to at least try and get some sleep tonight.
The spare parts were easily accessible to Iennyr, and it only took a couple of hours to meticulously rewire the entire affected area. Her bones ached, still partially cold, but equally still able to complete the task. She didn’t try to watch Jess leave for the day, but it was impossible not to notice, and she had to ignore the bitterness from her own uncompleted tasks.
Showing up to get dinner with aching hands and a sore back had Iennyr unsure if sentient connection was what she really needed after a day of isolated repair tasks, or if she’d prefer to grab a relatively juiceless fruit and just head back to her room and sleep off the cold. EB-43 was still in the droid depot, awaiting his winter inspection to be completed; only a few droids had been prioritised, and even then, they’d all be kept in the same location if they weren’t needed. While her mind pondered it all over, dinner was served on a tray in front of her, so sitting with some people became her easiest option.
Illyha had clearly left the droid depot either before, or faster, than Iennyr had, as she was animatedly talking with Poe and Snap at a table. A soft smile broke through Iennyr’s exhaustion at seeing her friend so happy though, a part of her recalling some of the best memories she’d had on Chandrila. Wordlessly, she sat with the three other pilots, content in listening to Illyha’s voice more than her words, catching here and there phrases about Life Day plans.
“You must’ve been working all day,” Poe softly spoke, immediately getting Iennyr’s attention and it was a good thing it did, for it was directed right at her.
“Were you not?” she quickly quipped back.
“Doesn’t really count compared to being out there,” Poe replied, shaking his head. “Give me the rest of your list, we’ll swap tomorrow.” He smiled, in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be willing to give up a task if she didn’t think she was doing someone else a favour. “You can look over some maps instead.” To Iennyr, it became hard to tell how much he honestly wanted to give her a break, and how much he just hated maps.
“You don’t want that,” Iennyr doubled down, her own hatred for the job becoming a relatable argument to keep him inside and warm. “I spent my morning on rust.”
“Oh, no one wants that,” Snap agreed. Like Poe, he looked considerably warmer than Iennyr felt. Her bones were still shivering from her morning in the hangar.
“I’ve got it,” Poe repeated. One of them would stop insisting soon enough.
“No, don’t worry about it, keeps me busy” Iennyr said, claiming the last word in the matter before looking at Illyha with a smile. “Anyway, I’m decorating tonight so you can guarantee my morale will be boosted like you’ve never seen it before.” Despite her light sarcasm, Illyha took her sentiment wholeheartedly, beaming back in approval. The beginning of the season meant she’d grin about anything she could remotely link to the holiday.
With his offer thoroughly refused, conversation returned to their upcoming tasks for the following day, and slight anticipation for the overnight storm and what it would affect given the relative shelter of the base. Even hot food did little to warm Iennyr, simply burning her tongue a little.
She was the first to get up and leave, more than ready to turn in for the night. Poe followed her out. If anyone had noticed how worn down she’d seemed for the last few weeks, it was him. And maybe the premise of Life Day decorations being a quick fix was laughable, but there was certainly some truth in finding optimism within the holiday.
“Hey, you want a hand?” he offered. Maybe she wouldn’t exchange rust repairs for map organisation, but stringing up some decorations after hours definitely seemed like a reasonable offer. “I have nothing going on?”
“I mean, it’s just some lights but—” she started, quickly realising he wasn’t really insinuating she’d need help. It was more of an excuse to actually spend some time with her outside of the job, and that had definitely been lacking recently. Shutting people out certainly wouldn’t help in the long run. “Yeah, come over, that sounds like fun.” Her smile felt a little forced, but through exhaustion, not irritation, and he could read that.
The walk across the base was filled with more storm warnings. The sky had fully darkened without a visible star in the sky, and strong gusts of wind ripped through the tunnelled out base. The launchpads were empty too, the usual starfighters they hosted now tucked into hangars.
Iennyr kicked her boots off just inside her door, and out of politeness Poe did the same, pushing them in line with where Iennyr had haphazardly left hers.
“Okay, lights,” she muttered, digging out a slightly dented box from under her bed. The contents of it were most of her belongings; everything else she owned was in use so often she kept it out. Illyha had gifted her a simple light string one year after finding out she hadn’t celebrated Life Day before, and she’d obviously treasured them since. The string was only about a metre long, but it would fit perfectly along the edge of her bed. The warm white glow from them might even be nice to fall asleep to.
“Do you feel your morale lifting yet, Poe?” Iennyr joked as she taped down the wire between each bulb to her bedframe, leaving the small battery pack balanced on the frame itself. Hopefully it would’ve retained some charge, but when it needed it, EB would be able to plug into them and charge the battery later.
“You know, I am feeling a lot morale-y-er,” he lightheartedly replied, matching her attitude. Poe had sat on her bed, legs crossed to give her space to work, for standing in the middle of the room wouldn’t have given her enough elbow room either. Feeling like he was making himself too comfortable in her space was his best option.
“I’m very glad to hear it,” Iennyr added, smiling up at him as she finished sticking down the last bit of tape. “I think that’ll do.” The box was pushed back under her bed, and she could finally enjoy her free time at the end of the day, not thinking about rust or maps or droids. “Did you used to celebrate Life Day? Before the Resistance?” Without a thought, she sat on her bed next to Poe, up against her pillow with her legs tucked up to her chest.
“Yeah, I mean, my parents were both in the war with Chewbacca to celebrate directly according to where it came from, they were definitely aware of it prior to that too,” Poe told her. After she’d made herself comfortable as well, he felt a lot less concerned about taking up too much of her space. She could’ve have chosen to sit further away from him if she’d wanted a larger personal bubble. “I remember a few celebrations at home as a kid, then a general kind of ‘Life Day’ season throughout the galaxy even after I left.” Looking back, it was a nice bit of familiarity that had followed him wherever he went. That at the same point in each year, the galaxy would celebrate joy and harmony somehow, no matter what else was going on around him. “The New Republic did a few decorations around the place and different food, before the war started at least.” He couldn’t be certain how rationing affected their Life Day dinner, for he wasn’t completely aware of the exact moment the war started within his memories. Looking back, one day it wasn’t there, and then at some point it was. “Did you?”
“A little? I mean, not really,” Iennyr said, thinking back to the clear stance her blood relatives had taken on the holiday. “My family, my aunt and uncle never did, they always said they weren’t Wookiee, so why celebrate.” She had been thoroughly aware of the holiday though, and even included in elements hosted by other families. “Illyha’s family did though, and she loves it so I kind of started because of her.”
“I think we can all tell Illyha celebrates,” Poe smiled. Illyha’s insistence to decorate had been shared with the whole base, it seemed.
“Right, so now imagine her as a kid,” Iennyr laughed, fond of the specific childhood memories of Life Day. “The whole shop would be decorated, we did gifts, I think she even had one of those festive sweaters?” It wasn’t really a memory that had to be questioned, she vividly remembered Illyha’s bright red sweater, adorned with bells.
“Did you have one?” Poe asked, leaning forward a little to rest his elbows on his knees.
“No, I didn’t have that kind of disposable income,” Iennyr said. It had meant to seem funnier, but was met with a slight pause from Poe. She supposed spending anything she earned on food or speeder fuel maybe wasn’t everyone’s upbringing.
“I’m getting you one this year,” he decided. The amused, knowing smile on his face told her he was only half joking.
“You’re not,” she said, equally smiling but hoping to push him further into joking than not. “I’m not wearing it.”
“You so are,” he playfully argued back. “You’re gonna look so good.”
The wind loudly howled outside in the quiet between them, Poe reluctant to go back out in it to his own room, and Iennyr reluctant to let him. They could continue talking a little longer, right? The weather would die down enough for a walk across the base to be safe soon enough.
“Were there any other traditions you guys had?” he asked.
“Belun’s family—well, his family’s staff—used to make this huge dinner, and I think I’ve had variations of that every year since,” Iennyr said, still trying to find the connection between Belun’s highest class dinners, and the ways other people had prioritised more expensive food. It seemed the tradition lay in the sentiment as opposed to any specific food item. “Even when I was working at the garage, we’d make efforts to steal more expensive stuff and make some kind of feast with what we managed to get.”
“That is surprisingly wholesome,” Poe said. “We had the food too, I remember looking forward to it all year when I was younger.” Another slight pause led him to considering another tradition he’d witnessed, yet never really understood. Rain battered against the small window. “Did you have that thing with the plant, or was that a local thing?”
“The plant?” Iennyr questioned. Poe only felt slightly silly to have brought up something so unrelatable and specific, and immediately wanted to drop it. “What did you do with a plant?” It could not have been clearer she’d never heard of it.
“No, it’s a local thing then, forget it.”
“You have to tell me now,” she insisted, “or anything I make up in my head is going to be endlessly weirder.” The likelihood of the tradition being entirely common, just something she’d never specifically come across, was incredibly high.
“Okay, I hardly remember because I haven’t actually seen it outside of Yavin, and my dad kind of stopped after Mom died,” Poe disclaimed, nervous as to just how strange it would sound to someone who’d never heard of it. “But there was this plant they’d hang up, like in doorways or places where people would cross paths, and I think the whole thing was if you were under it at the same time as someone else, you were supposed to kiss them.” A moment of silence passed as Iennyr ran the concept through her mind again.
“Are you making things up to see what I’ll believe?” she asked genuinely.
“You think I could make that up?” Another moment passed as she scanned his face to see if the deflection itself was another joke. It didn’t seem to be.
“No, we never did that, I don’t know anyone who ever did that,” she answered his initial question, before giving everything he’d told her a second thought, trying to figure out exactly why, if it was real, she’d never heard of it before. “Was it just for married people?”
“Maybe?” Poe answered, equally trying to catch up to her train of thought. “I guess if your aunt and uncle didn’t celebrate…”
“Yeah, Illyha’s mom was single when we lived on Chandrila, Belun’s mom too, actually,” Iennyr said, the tradition starting to make a little more sense between them. “The garage guys weren’t about to start…” The very concept of the group at the garage starting anything amongst one another had her shaking her head in disgust, like it would erase the thought entirely. The slight grimace remained on her face. “Yeah, no one was married, or getting married anytime soon.”
“That’s gotta be it then,” Poe decided, both pilots satisfied with the explanation they’d made up between them.
“I’ll have to ask Illyha about it, if anyone knows, it’ll be her,” Iennyr decided. In another moment they’d both stopped talking, the storm outside caught their attention. From the sheer volume of the wind, it made perfect sense as to why they’d put the ships in hangars, and the rain sounded loud enough to consider it might have frozen mid air.
“Did they say how long that storm’s supposed to last?” Poe asked, verbalising Iennyr’s conceptual thoughts.
“I heard it would be going all night, and only getting worse according to some of the mechanics.” Poe’s eyebrows raised in disbelief before he sighed.
“So I probably shouldn’t have stayed this long?”
“You probably shouldn’t have stopped by at all,” Iennyr honestly told him, realising quickly it may have sounded honest in ways she didn’t mean. “I mean, I’m always glad to have you here but…”
“I do not want to be outside in that,” Poe finished for her.
“Yeah, and I’d feel bad letting you,” she agreed. “I mean, I’ll be awake for a while, stay longer.” The offer was easy to make and comfortable to hear.
It was equally natural for them to continue talking. Poe offered again to take on her mechanics list the following day, and Iennyr again refused so he didn’t have to be outside entirely by himself for that long, but under the guise of hating map reviews more. Their own minimal plans for the season also came up, each with the caveat of conditional time off they likely wouldn’t get; Poe mentioned going back to Yavin IV to spend some actual time with his father, to which Iennyr mentioned that she should probably see her family too, should time off allow it. The main light flickered with another audible gust of wind, the storm clearly threatening the base’s main power. Thinking about anything else but going out in it, Poe brought up the rumours he’d heard of various Life Day plans other soldiers were hosting at the base.
“Do you know for sure if Illyha’s organising a Life Day dinner?” he asked.
“I haven’t heard for sure,” Iennyr replied, “but I wouldn’t be surprised.”
It was only when quiet fell over them both again, that the haze of actual tiredness also hit them.
“Okay, I think I’m gonna do it,” Poe said, slowly unfurling himself from the comfortable ball he’d tucked into while talking for so long.
“Are you sure?” Iennyr questioned, slightly serious about it. She definitely enjoyed the company, and nothing had changed about the weather conditions.
“I mean, I’ll have to at some point anyway, I can’t stay here all night,” he laughed. Iennyr didn’t.
“I would be completely okay with you staying the night,” she offered. “It sounds awful out there, and I mean, I’d be fine sleeping on the floor for a night if you’d be uncomfortable.” She paused again, concerned she was coming across insistent. “I mean, unless you want to go, I’m not—”
“I don’t,” Poe interrupted, before she could think herself into oblivion. “I don’t want to go. And I wouldn’t be uncomfortable.” Iennyr had to mentally backtrack a little, replaying her own words in her head. When she realised what he meant, she allowed a slight smile to fall onto her face as she nodded.
“Okay. Get comfy,” she said. “I’ll get the light.”
For something that could have been awkward if they weren’t both so exhausted, Iennyr squashed a smile as she climbed under the covers beside him. The bed was already warm from where they’d both been sat for hours prior, and the string of lights filled the room with a soft glow, a similar level to freighter emergency lights.
“Goodnight,” Iennyr whispered, deciding to stop thinking about it all.
“Night,” Poe mumbled into the pillow.
For the first time all day, Iennyr felt warm again.
STAR WARS HYPERSPACE TRAVEL TIMES:
As a disclaimer, a lot of this is going to come from Legends info, but I feel reasonably confident in using them because LFL does still operate on things like this very often. You can’t count it as hard canon, not until it appears in some story or guidebook or is confirmed through word of god, but until then I’d give it a solid 80-85% chance of being accurate.
As a secondary disclaimer, you also can’t count on this to always hold true in-universe for stories because often times things happen “at the speed of plot”, meaning there’s no way Sidious should have been able to get to Mustafar to, uh, rescue Anakin as fast as he did, unless we’re assuming Anakin hung around on Mustafar for like eight days after killing the Separatists and then another eight days before Sidious found him. (Well, I guess if anyone could survive on hate that long, it’d be Anakin. We know Maul survived on hate when he should have died, too. But, realistically, I think we’re just not supposed to think about it.)
RESOURCES:
- The excellent Astrogation Computer, which will calculate the travel time for you! It doesn’t have every system, but if you know a nearby one (check the galaxy map to find a nearby planet) you should be able to get an accurate travel time. Some examples above: Coruscant to Naboo with a premium hyperdrive engine is 6.65 days. Coruscant to Mustafar is 8.16 days. Coruscant to Naboo is 7.96 days. Etc.
- Star Wars Galaxy Map, which should have all the major planets if you need to find where something is to use in the above calculator. You can do a search if you want to find something specific, too! You can also check the hyperspace lanes that are nearest any given planet.
- Black Cat’s Hyperspace travel times is another good place to start to get the chart above for basic travel times and an overview of some of the things that can affect travel time.
THINGS THAT CAN AFFECT TRAVEL TIMES:
- The quality of your hyperdrive engine. The better quality your engine is, the faster you’ll get there. The above travel times are calculated based on a 1x multiplier, but if you have a crappier hyperdrive, your time is going take significantly longer.
- Whether or not there is a hyperspace lane that has been cleared for a continuous journey and all objects cleared out of the way. These are incredibly valuable to own the rights to/have access to.
- How much stuff (planets. stars, asteroids, nebulae, etc.) is in your way, since you can’t travel in a straight line, you can’t go through stuff without getting exploded. This is why hyperspace routes are so incredibly valued, because you can travel much more quickly and safely on pre-established routes. (It’d be a really bad idea to try to plot your own course because celestial drift or unknown/unmarked celestial objects would be all over the place.)
TRADE ROUTES/HYPERSPACE LANES THAT ARE AVAILABLE:
These are the major ones, though, there are plenty of smaller ones that you could also use, but wouldn’t be as extensive or possibly as safe as these:
- Nexus Route (Canon + Legends) [x] - Unknown placement, but it was a major route that connected Republic and Separatist spaces, this is the one that Even Piell died to get the coordinates for after he told his half to Ahsoka.
- Rimma Trade Route (Canon + Legends) [x] - Notable for connecting to Sullust and Eriadu.
- Perlemian Trade Route (Canon + Legends) [x] - Notable for connecting to Felucia and Taanab.
- Hydian Way (Canon + Legends) [x] - Notable for connecting to Malastare and Yavin.
- Corellian Run (Canon + Legends) [x] - Notable for connecting to Coruscant, Ryloth, Corellia, and Christophsis
- Corellian Trade Spine (Canon + Legends) [x] - Notable for connecting to Corellia, Duro, and Hosnian Prime. It intersected with the Rimma Trade Route in the Inner Rim and with the Hydian way in the Outer Rim territories.
CONCLUSIONS:
The above travel times should factor in hyperspace lanes in the calculations, as well as which ones may be close together but require going slower or making more stops because it’s more densely packed in the Deep Core, where there are a lot of stars. Whereas, out in the Outer Rim, there’s less you have to navigate around so you can just zip through more quickly.
BONUS:
- Have a Legends map of Republic Space vs Separatist Space vs Hutt Space, to give you an idea of where it would be safe to travel and where it wouldn’t be.
- Bigger version of the (Legends) Hyperspace lane map via Wookieepedia.
