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swgoji2001 · 3 years

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My Thoughts on Jedi Fallen Order

So after upgrading to a new, stronger laptop (pretty sure my stupidity in attempting to run this game on my old laptop hastened its tragic, untimely demise), I finally finished Jedi Fallen Order last night. I had mixed feelings going into this game, as I have some friends who said it was amazing while others said it was a mediocre story with decent gameplay.

Now after playing, was it the greatest Star Wars game I’ve ever experienced? No, but it was very good. Some minor gripes here and there, but overall I had a blast playing the game.

Warning: Some spoilers will be included, I’ll try to keep them as minor as possible though.

Story:

So I’m not gonna go overly deep into the story as I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who still hasn’t played the game, but to be honest I found the plot of Fallen Order to be a bit generic at first. It’s a classic light side vs dark side narrative with a redemption arc or two sprinkled in. In fact, I found the plot of Fallen Order to be quite similar in structure to the Disney Trilogy. Both have MacGuffin hunts (holocron and wayfinder), both include journeys to different planets following the trail of someone else (Eno Cordova and that one assassin dude mentioned in IX), both have mentors who have distanced themselves from the Force (Cere and Luke), and both have antagonists who were failed by their masters (Trilla and Kylo).

Fallen Order splits off from this more generic route after returning to Dathomir and does it’s own thing, but I found myself asking why I enjoyed the first 75% or so of Fallen Order when I absolutely hated the DT. I found the answer to lie mainly in two things: the characters and the world they found themselves in.

Characters:

Cal Kestis: I absolutely loved Cal’s character arc. He has his own deep personal struggles with his past, feeling responsible for the death of his master. He faces those fears and comes to terms with his past, determined to make a better future. Cal not only comes out of his journey a Jedi Knight, but as a stronger person. Compare this to Rey, who had no meaningful flaws or personal struggles. Plus Cal’s the first ginger Jedi! Score one for diversity!

BD-1: My fourth favorite Star Wars droid, only behind HK-47, KOTOR 2′s T3-M4, and K-2SO. He’s cute, adorable, and loyal to a fault. What more could you ask for in a droid? (Other than a tibanna-powered blaster rifle and a bloodthirsty, anti-meatbag personality of course!) Plus there’s a revelation about his history towards the end that only makes him better and better.

Cere Junda: Star Wars has always had its mentor characters, but in all honesty I found Cere to be pretty generic. A Jedi Master who failed her Padawan and touched the dark side, only to be horrified by it and renounce the Force. Throughout learning her story, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had already seen something like this before. Her arc isn’t bad, it’s well done and feels natural to her character, it was just rather generic.

Greez Dritus: Gotta say Greez grew on me as the game went on. He has his flaw in his gambling problem which bites Cal in the ass a couple times, but towards the end I really felt the connection between him and the others grow. He’s also the source of a good deal of humor.

Nightsister Merrin: Sadly, Merrin being an eventual ally was spoiled for me, but I love the subversion because it was built up that she would be an eventual boss fight. Merrin might be my favorite character besides Cal, I wish there were more interactions with her in game! She’s hot, has a great accent, a wicked sense of humor, and is powerful with Nightsister magick. But beyond all that, she’s a parallel to Cal. Both are survivors, the last of their kind, and I’m hoping that if a sequel is made, it goes deeper into their relationship because Merrin and Cal have great chemistry. I also love how Merrin challenges Cal and Cere’s plan to train the next gen of Jedi using the holocron, putting that idea in a more realistic, less idealistic light.

Prauf: I really feel bad for him. I liked him and you could feel the camaraderie between him and Cal, how he wanted Cal to succeed and do great things. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.

Oggdo Bogdo: Fuck this frog! He killed me so many times!

Trilla Suduri (Second Sister): The Jedi Padawan that felt betrayed by her master and became an inquisitor. I always love it when antagonists have a personal connection to the protagonists in some way, shape, or form. Trilla shakes Cal’s faith in Cere, and plants seeds of doubt in him. She wants revenge and the Emperor’s favor, and therefore we know why she chases Cal across the galaxy. She has motivations for all her actions, which is something that Kylo lacked in the DT.

Taron Malicos: I knew something was off about this guy the second I met him. I quite enjoyed the clash of beliefs between him, Merrin, and Cal. Malicos proposes a way forward, a new Jedi Order, but one founded on darker teachings. He offers Cal that power, but Cal proves his stature as a Jedi in refusing it.

Ninth Sister (Masana Tide): Probably the weakest of the villain characters for me. Ninth barely has any presence in the game at all other than the start and to serve as a boss battle on Kashyyyk. I honestly just don’t think she fits into the story as is. Perhaps if they tweaked it so that Ninth and Cal knew each other back before Order 66 she would have fit better. Ninth just doesn’t have any personal connection to Cal and the Mantis crew (like Trilla does) and doesn’t really serve as a trial like Malicos does. Remove her from the story and not much changes.

(If you somehow haven’t had this next one spoiled yet, I’m impressed. Please skip to ‘World’ if so)

Darth Vader: I absolutely loved how he was portrayed. A terrifying, unstoppable force. You won’t last in a fight with him, your can only hope you can outrun him.

World:

Fallen Order’s worldbuilding was on point. Cal’s ability to sense Force Echoes lets you get a more detailed understanding of the environment around you. It’s a small-scale Star Wars story, but the planets all feel lived in if you take the time to explore them. It’s the small details like the probe droid witnessing your initial use of the Force on Bracca or the side-stories you can discover like the tragic tale of the family running from the Empire on Zeffo or Malicos’ corruption and manipulation of Merrin that really flesh out the world. Compare this to the galactic-scale story the DT told, which somehow made the galaxy feel extremely small and uninteresting.

My only complaint with the world-building is the Zeffo. They’re just... there. Very little is explained about them. Who were they? Why were they important? What happened to them? Why did they disappear? Perhaps this was to leave room for a sequel but to me the Zeffo just felt like discount Rakata. I wish the devs had gone with the Rakata instead, but maybe that’s just me.

Also the wildlife on every world is more than capable of killing you if you aren’t careful so you almost always have to be on your toes for them, which rolls us into the next part...

Gameplay:

The gameplay was great fun in Fallen Order. Leveling up and unlocking new abilities was exciting and once I got the hang of them all, it was so much fun just cutting through your enemies. I played on Jedi Master difficulty (died approximately 75 times, give or take a few I may have missed) and it felt really well balanced. It forced me to study my opponent’s moves and adapt to them instead of being a hack-and-slash type of game. Combos are fluid and fun to pull off, parrying opponents leaves an opening to attack, and you can experiment with different fighting styles.

Customizing your lightsaber and appearance was also great fun. So many different options and combinations for everything! Plus you got rewarded for exploration with these extra customization options, so it adds incentive to do that if you care about appearances and whatnot. You can become the General Grievous of ponchos!

Overall Rating: 8.5/10

Overall Fallen Order was a great game that could have been even better. Of course I have to admit I’m looking at this through the nostalgia of games like KOTOR 2, which flipped Star Wars completely on its head. I would have preferred if Cere’s story had been a bit more nuanced, the Ninth Sister had more reason for being in the story, or if the game had Cal seriously question the use and role of Jedi in the galaxy (he does a couple times to BD-1, but it’s never really built on).

And then there’s my overall gripe about this type of story set after Order 66. It sets up questions like... where was Cal during the OT? Was he dead? Somewhere in the Unknown Regions doing something else? I know the ending of the game sets up the opening for Cal’s story to continue, but still, these types of stories usually end in death for the Jedi protagonist, so I am a bit nervous for his future.

Despite that though, I am super happy I finally decided to play this and am eagerly awaiting a sequel to continue this story.

#jedi fallen order

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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i live for you qUEEN! i LOVE your writing. if you have the time, could you do a fic where reader is the most reckless badass and Cal is like ‘wait don’t do THAT’ and she is just ‘im living life BABYY’. she does the most insane things that always somehow work and Cal is literally like what the F*CK’. reader is basically a GOD. please and thank you🙏🥳

Hi Queen~! Sorry if I have taken a while in writing this fic. But still, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long and I hope you enjoy this fic! 💝

“Bad Ideas Make Good Memories” | Cal Kestis x Reader

Additional tags: Rebel fleet, Rebel base

Also posted in AO3

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Imperials have targeted the small rebel base of Andaro, a planet rich in resources such as ores for metals and substances that can be converted into fuel, however, in order to get such prizes they have to fight through the rebel cell that hinders them from doing so.

“What good can a small band of insurgents do? They have no match against our forces!”

The Moff Sedho Loon barked confidently from the bridge of his Star Destroyer, the blue glow of the planet’s hologram projection highlighted the wrinkles along his once-prominent cheekbones.

The ship operators followed his order to chart a course to the planet.

“We will arrive in T-minus 15 minutes if we make the jump to hyperspace,” a cadet reported from his computer station.

“They’ll never see us coming,” the Moff sniggered. “Prepare the calculations and accelerate at will.”

“Yessir!”

Meanwhile in the planet’s surface, the Mantis crew has proved to the rebels that they’re in the same team. The Mantis backed up the base’s crude technology when it comes to communications and signals, that’s where Cere comes into the picture. You and Cal offered whatever help you can, Merrin proved herself that she can fight and quite stealthily too, and Greez offered his cooking skills to make sure the rebels don’t fight with an empty stomach.

You and Cal lounge in the hangar where the fighter ships are, they were an interesting bunch: retrofitted starfighters, gunships, and transport ships from the Republic era.

“Have you ever flown a starfighter before?” you thought out loud, directing the question to Cal.

“Well, once or twice, but I always stayed close to Master Tapal,”

“Did you…” you trailed “See some in Bracca?”

Cal recalls that one wrecked Jedi Interceptor that sat on the wing of a Venator. Unconsciously, he rubbed his fingers together, as if the grime that he stroked off from that fighter ship’s fin remained.

“Yeah, only one,”

That topic never continued, but you’re still examining the pair of Jedi Interceptors that were loaned to you. Cal saw you climbing up into the cockpit.

“Whoa hey, we’re still in clear, [y/n]!”

The astromech droids in each starfighter beeped in reaction, concurring to Cal, and you settled yourself in the pilot’s seat.

“Relax, I’m just getting a feel of it before we actually do get some action,” you shrugged.

The glass dome remained up. Your eyes panned left and right on the dashboard controls, remembering the functions of each and every switch. Trembling hands closed in on the steering wheel, you hesitate for a few moments, until your hands curled around the curved shafts and your thumbs rested above the trigger buttons.

Nostalgia overwhelmed you that you had to take a breath. Memories, both fond and sad, played in your mind—the thrill of a dogfight, the satisfaction of taking down vulture droids, and the horror of watching one of your ships go down.

“You okay in there, [y/n]?” Cal called.

“Yeah, just… Just getting a feel of things again,”

You decided to dismount the ship and the astromech droid appeared to be conversing with you using trills and beeps.

“You’ll have my back out there, won’t you R-12?”

The droid beeped in a cheery response and you smiled back in response.

“Thanks, little guy!”

Meanwhile, Cere was tinkering in the ship’s communications until a nearly-invisible blip blinking in the radar caught her eye. She leaned closer to the monitor—her suspicion had gotten the best of her—and focused on that tiny, unassuming mark. A few moments later, the blip started blinking rapidly and became more opaque on the screens by the second.

“Oh no…!” she gasped, she didn’t expect it to be within Greez’s earshot.

“What? What’s up?”

“We’re gonna have company!”

Cere sprang out of her seat and ran out of the ship. She sprinted towards the rebel leader conferring with her guerilla fighters.

“Miccah! Captain Miccah!”

The captain instantly caught the urgency of Cere’s voice. She allowed the woman to catch her breath and collect her words.

“Cere, what is it?”

“The Imperials…!” the former Jedi huffed. “They’re coming out of hyperspace!”

“Do you know how many are there?”

“I don’t know, but it’s a fleet—we can only anticipate that they’ll have fighters deployed on us!”

The fighters murmured amongst one another in the presence of their leader, anticipating for Captain Miccah to start barking orders—which she did in the next second. The captain’s jaw clenched, her grip tightened around the handle of her blaster rifle, and turned to her soldiers.

“People, man your battlestations!”

“Alright, you heard the captain!”

The rebels dispersed, spreading the captain’s word, and within a minute, everybody starts scrambling around the base—barking orders here and there, clapping their hands to coax the people to move double time, and the pilots were already donning their protective aerial assault gear.

You and Cal were still standing by the ships when Cere came running towards the captain. Neither of you heard their conversation, but you can take the hint that something’s not right. Your assumption was verified when you heard the captain start barking order and everyone scattered across the place.

“Wow, sooner than I thought,” you blurted.

Cal noted the mischievous smile on your face, you’ve been practically thirsting for action—and your brand of fun—before either of you could climb up to your ships, Cere walked up to you to relay her report to the captain.

“Imperials are approaching the planet, they’re coming out of hyperspace,”

“Does that mean we get to fly these bad boys now?”

“Yes, but!” Cere firmly emphasized the last word with a finger pointed at you. “Stay alive out there and lay low with the stunts?”

Cal turned to gaze at you, anticipating what response is going to come out of your mouth, he noticed that sly smirk curling about on your lips while having your arms crossed with one another.

You shrugged, “Sure!”

When Cere left you to return to the Mantis, Cal stopped you from jumping back into your ships.

“Oh man, I know that look. You’re planning something!”

“Am not!” you chortled.

The two of you proceeded to hop into your respective starfighters, the astromech droids have already done the initial preparations for you.

“She’s definitely planning something,” Cal whispered to his astromech droid, R-16.

“You know, you shouldn’t put your headset on while saying something I shouldn’t be hearing!” you wired through the communications.

Cal laughed as he’s caught in the act. Despite your youthful adrenaline pumping in your system, the two of you put your heads in the game—since the rebels assigned you as the vanguard of the airstrike.

“I love you,” he cooed, compensating for that comment he made seconds ago.

You smiled to yourself, but he felt it through your response, “I know.”

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obi-wan-is-babe · 4 years

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A Rebel on All Accounts

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!Reader

Summary: You never thought of the universe at large until you had to deal with the Empire, the Rebellion, and Cal Kestis. *whump*

Key: Y/N= your name

*requested by @ksmy-99 : If your still doing requests, can we have a Cal Kestis x reader where there on a mission and the reader gets injured, then Cal finds them and freaks out a little, but everything is ok in the end? That was long. Thank you!!*

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Y/N never planned to join the rebellion.

Her plan was to steal from the Empire and give to the people for as long as she could, until she got caught. Never did Y/N think that there was a greater cause doing the same at a much larger scale.

Her homeworld was a smaller one, not well known but well cared for by its people. When the Empire came to it, it caused an unreasonable shift in the resources. The people had little already and now they had none. The Empire had taken all the able bodied men into work camps and left women and children to fend for themselves. Y/N could not stand by and watch her neighbors get weak and the children starve. Her own father, the only family she had, was taken from her, so she found herself angry and rebellious of the Imperials.

When a rag-tag group caused trouble during one of her routine operations, she found herself aboard the Mantis. There she ended up joining them through a little persuasion, and a promise, on Cal’s part.

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“Cere? Are you sure this place will have anything,” Greez’s voice rang through the ships intercom, “The Mantis is reading only small pockets of life forms.”

Cere rolled her eyes and turned to Cal and Merrin. “We will refuel here and grab rations. Be careful. The people here are broken and scared, don’t give them any reason to turn to the Empire.”

As they landed, Cal looked over the town. It was small, very little life seemed to thrive in it. The streets were fairly barren and the people, from what he could tell, looked fragile. They unloaded into the space port and Greez set about getting the Mantis refuel and repaired. Cere lead the others into a very small marketplace. Cal tread carefully, knowing the devastation that had combed through the streets.

Cere casually lead them to a couple crates with the Imperial logo on them. While avoiding drawing unwanted attention to themselves by the locals and the troopers, no one saw the girl on the other side doing the exact same thing.

Cal was just about to turn around and grab his crate when he found his hand grabbing at air. Confusion swept across his face as he turned to see his craft being carried off by a mysterious girl. In his moment of confusion, Cal forgot to look out for troopers.

“Hey! You there! Halt!”

Cere immediately turned around and found Cal crate less and troopers closing in. “Cal, what happened?”

“I...don’t....I mean,” he pointed a finger in the girl’s direction, “Her!”

“Well, let’s get moving!” Cere grabbed Merrin’s arm and started running with Cal on their heels. They ran through the market, dodging blaster fire. Making turns without knowing where they were going, the group found themselves on top of the thief who took Cal’s crate.

Cal stumbled a few steps when he saw her. “It’s you!”

“It’s me, but more importantly,” she pointed behind her, one hand guiding the crate in front, “It’s them!”

Cere looked at the girl as she ran and made a quick decision to trust her. “Follow us, we’ve got a ship not far from here. Cal, help her with the crate.”

The two ran side by side as the girl took the lead and guided the group to the space port. They lost the troopers a few turns back and slowed to a more leisurely, less suspicious, pace. They entered the port and Merrin shut the door as soon as they all entered.

“What happened with the mission?” Greez descended the ramp, “I heard a lot of ruckus being made for a stealth operation.”

“Well, my crate is already on the ship, as I’m sure you saw, and we have Cal’s, but Cere’s has been left behind.” Merrin turned to address Cere, ”We need all three, do we not? How will we retrieve it?”

“Don’t worry about that right now Merrin. Our new friend here might be able to help.”

And all eyes turned to Y/N.

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Y/N sat on the couch with all eyes on her. She scanned the ship, getting a lay of the land, waiting patiently as the crew bickered among themselves. Finally, Cere spoke up.

“I am Cere. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Do you live here?”

“This is my homeworld, yes.”

“Are you a thief?”

“In a sense...”

That seemed to pique her interest. “Explain yourself, please.”

“The Empire starves women and children, takes our men, and ruins our lives. If I am considered a thief, it would be by Imperials. By my friends and neighbors, I am a helping hand.” You sat up straighter as you spoke, you knew these people held no sympathy for the Empire, especially since they stole from them as well, but you weren’t sure if they were more than common thieves themselves.

Merrin spoke up, “Admirable motives for a thief, the makings of a good rebel, no?”

A smile spread across Cere’s face, “A very good rebel, indeed.”

Before they could confuse you more, you asked, “What do you mean a rebel?”

“A rebel against the Empire,” Cal began, “There are more people like you, who are angry with the Empire and what they have done to everyone in the galaxy. They take action against the Imperials, ruining their supplies and hindering their work. We,” he gestured to the family around him, “are part of that rebellion.”

Y/N looked at them with a new sort of admiration. She never thought that anyone could feel as she felt. Then again, the Empire would never admit anyone opposing them.

“They took my father from me,” she admitted. “They took all of the men from my...village. I came into town to try and find out why and where they went, but no one knew. After that, everything seemed to fall apart. The troopers kept taking from us, more than we even had for ourselves. Mothers were watching their children suffer and I was finally fed up with watching everyone’s pain.”

Cal saw her pain written across her face as she told her story and his heart ached for her plight. Cal wanted nothing more to free her homeworld of the Empire, to find her father and help reunite them, but he knew that could not happen until the Empire was defeated. He promised himself that they would free her world and the rest of the galaxy, if it meant he would never see pain like her’s again.

“I hate to interrupt such a tender moment,” Greez cut in, “but we still need to get that last crate of supplies. We can’t leave without it, people are depending on it.”

“But what about the people here! We need it too,” Y/N stood quickly, with regality, and got in his face, “I will not let my people starve!”

Cere rest a hand on the girl’s shoulder and turned her around to face her. “With these supplies, we can help your world and many others, but you have to trust us.” Cere looked Y/N in the eye and reassured her.

Y/N nodded. She took a deep breath then looked at the crew, “How can I help?”

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The plan was simple, Merrin would distract the troopers, Cere and Greez would finish getting the Mantis prepared for take off, and Cal and Y/N would retrieve the crate. With her extensive knowledge of the town, Y/N would be able to guide Cal easily away from Merrin distraction and get the crate loaded onto the ship.

Y/N peaked around the corner and held her hand up to halt Cal until the troopers had walked away. She quickly waved him forward and they shuffled to the next corner. This time Cal took a quick look to see if the way was clear.

He turned back with his eyebrows turned down with worry. “The supplies are more heavily guarded. We will have to wait for Merrin’s distraction before we can do anything.” He slid down the wall and sat, Y/N did the same.

Only a few moments later did a commotion rile them from their position. Cal looked out again and saw a couple of troopers run in the direction of the noise. Four remained to guard their supplies. He turned to Y/N, “Four stayed behind, we can take them, but we’ll have to fast.” She nodded and the two began to sneak up to the troopers.

Carefully, Cal used the force to knock over a couple crates to distract the troopers. Two walked over to investigate, leaving the crate that Y/N was going for basically unguarded. She hit the button and it hovered. She slowly pulled the crate into the alley where Cal was standing.

“Hey! Halt,” one of the troopers who investigated and turned around to see Y/N with the crate.

“Run, Cal!”

They took off down the alley and ducked blaster fire. Once again they found themselves running from blaster fire and pushing a crate. Y/N lead them down another alley to find even more troopers.

“Wrong way!” She quickly spun them around and they took the first turn they saw, with even more blasters shooting at them. Y/N stumbled for a moment, a blast coming close to them, and Cal began running even faster. They took a few more turns, each one lessening the amount of blaster fire coming at them. Finally, the space port was in sight and Merrin stood outside of it waiting for them. When she spotted them, she vanished the crate, and herself, onto the ship itself. Cal and Y/N had to quickly catch themselves and slow down once they entered the port. Cal hit the panel and the door shut.

They both stood by the door for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Cal watched as Y/N clutched her side and leaned against the door. “We...we did it,” Cal panted, “We’re safe.” Cal then looked closer at Y/N, noticing how pale she looked, “Y/N? You...okay?”

Finally, Y/N pulled her hand away from her side. The skin was soaked in a deep red and the look on her face turned sour. “So, slight problem.”

Y/N collapsed to the ground.

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Cal had quickly gotten Y/N into the medbay as soon as she hit the ground. Cere had begun to care for her along with the medical droid as soon as she was lying on the cot. Cere had shooed Cal out when he wouldn’t stop asking questions. When Cere had finally exited the medbay, she found Cal pacing outside the door.

“Cal, please, go lay down. You can do nothing for her by pacing out here. We will get her to the rebels and she’ll get better care. Bacta can only do so much right now.” Cere grabbed him by his shoulders and steered him toward his quarters.

When Cal woke from a restless sleep, Merrin told him that they had transferred Y/N to the main cruiser's medbay. Cal ran into the medbay and found Y/N in the first cot. Her wound had been bandaged and color seemed to return to her face, but she was still unconscious. Cal sunk to his knees next to the cot and rested his hand on top of hers, looking for any moment.

“It’s a good thing your crew got her to us so quickly,” the medical attendant commented, “Her highness’ wound was severe, but she will survive.” The attendant gave Cal a soft smile then left.

Before her words registered, the attendant was gone and Cal was left in wonder.

“Her highness?”

#this was requested a long time ago #whoops #ive been busy #but here i am and here this is #cal kestis #cal kestis fic #cal kestis x reader #whump #star wars #star wars jedi: fallen order #jedi fallen order #Jedi: Fallen Order #jedi fallen order fic #sw jfo fic #sw jfo #jfo

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martiancake · 4 years

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Fallen Order spoilery thoughts

I liked it a lot, even if it wasn’t the game I thought it was going to be from the trailer. It’s mostly a platformer/puzzler with added lightsaber fights, rather than an action game or RPG. (God, what I wouldn’t give for a Star Wars single player RPG. Any era! Just give to me!)

Spoiler-ish thoughts:

I knew from the moment Cere gave the overall mission of the game that it would fail in some way, just because... well... there aren’t any trained jedi around during the movies. But I was pleased in the way the mission ‘failed’. The force vision of the kids (such wee tiny babies) being trained and then hunted and turned/killed was heartbreaking. (Haven’t watched Mandalorian yet, but I’ll bet the Baby Yoda was on that list).

I knew they were going to show Order 66, but I didn’t think Cal would be so wee. He can’t be older than 10 when it happens, and that makes him only 15 or 16 during the game. So young! He and Merrin both were only tiny children when their worlds were turned upside down, and I thought the game did a pretty good job showing the toll all that trauma had on them.

Side note: what is up with the Star Wars universe and kids? Aren’t there any child labor laws? You have a 14-year-old elected queen (Padme), a 19-year-old senator (Leia), a pre-pubescent child being imprisoned with a bunch of fully grown violent criminals (Boba Fett), I think Ahsoka was 14 when she became Anakin’s padawan and thus basically a front line fighter in the war... WTF, Star Wars.

The Trilla reveal wasn’t surprising, but it didn’t have to be. Not everything needs to hinge on super secret plot twists! The force vision showing her capture/torture/turn was creepy and effective. Also her bossfight was INSANE. Probably because Cal’s a FUCKING TEENAGER who’s only just processed enough trauma to remember how to frickin’ Force Pull.

I was not spoiled for Vader, which apparently everyone who watched the final trailer for the game was spoiled for? Anyway, I was already expecting it because it was clearly the end run of the game and there was still one last Empire enemy data slot to fill... He was used very effectively. I loved how the objective changed to just ‘survive’. Lol. And I cheered at BD trying to hack his suit. I was afraid Vader would kill him and then I’d never forgive Anakin.

Speaking of, I loved BD. Definitely up there in my list of favorite Star Wars droids.

Also, poor Ilum gets turned into Starkiller Base? Was this stated anywhere in the movies? That huge trench is too familiar. Wookiepedia confirms. That sucks!

Other good things... no microtransactions, outfits/paint jobs were just cosmetic choices, not stat-based, lightsaber customization is crazy fun...

Things I didn’t like so much: I wished we didn’t have to keep killing Nightbrothers after we truce with Merrin. I felt so bad! It’s their home, they were misled by Malicos, they just want to live their lives, Cal!

I wish there had been a stealth mechanic to sneak though areas.

I frickin’ hate that long slide on Kashyyyk. At least the reset is quick and not a full reload. And those spider things can go fuck themselves.

#star wars #fallen order #star wars jedi fallen order spoilers

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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His Spark of Light (2)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @stellar-trinity | Prompt: Clingy! Cal

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The Mantis was nearing the last leg of the hyperjump. Cal glanced at the radar and the ship is closing the last remaining parsec before the ship approaches the planet’s orbit.

“We’re in the Yavin System now,” Cal announced coolly.

The main planet, Yavin itself, burned a bright red. It was massive enough to fill the ship’s entire windshield and have it on view. Cal spotted the moon, Yavin IV, Greez maneuvered to it and Cere has been sending transmissions to signal their arrival.

“I’m getting a lot of signals here,” Cere said as she switches from screen to screen, being both the giving and receiving ends of the communications. “Strange. It’s new yet… familiar.”

“Then that’s gotta be the rebel fighters [y/n]’s with,”

“Could be, but I hope I’m right about what I said earlier at lunch,”

The Mantis closes in on the moon, from the outside, it nearly resembled Bogano for the bigger land masses and less visible craters. When the ship was within orbit, Cere was the receiving end of the fighter base’s communication.

“Incoming freighter, identify yourselves,” a voice crackled through Cere’s headphones.

“This is Cere Junda aboard the Mantis,”

“Could you give us your code?”

Cere dictated and even typed the code to transmit it to the base’s communications. There was a moment of silence as everyone in the Mantis anticipated the operator’s voice again.

“Your code has been confirmed. Your entry has been secured,”

“Thank you,”

The transmission ended and Greez accelerated the ship towards the planet. The ship entering the atmosphere was turbulent—the entire crew held on to their seats, they almost got sucked into the upholstery as they went down—but the captain kept a steady hand despite the bumpy ride and managed to fly towards the base.

The moon was mostly dense vegetation and lush jungles. These fighters have made a base out of what appears to be the ruins of a temple. Its height rose and tapered upwards until the spire of the sand-gold pyramid poked through the treelines. Though, when close enough, one could see that the surface of its edges have crumbled, the once prominent carvings were eroded by wind and weather, reduced to faint yet large scratches.

The arrival of the Mantis evidently drew attention from the scouts and everyone else in the hangar. Greez spotted a nice place to land her; from the view of the windshield, there were some curious onlookers standing by the landing pad. Cal was searching for you amongst that cluster just outside the ship, unfortunately he didn’t find you there.

Perhaps inside the base. He thought to himself.

Cal couldn’t wait for the engine to die down. He sprang off from his seat and strode towards the door, slammed the button and then exited the ship. Cere followed right behind him and surveyed the base.

“There’s not many of them. This could only be the first few,” Cere thought out loud after observing.

“Well, if you say so, then I guess we can’t miss [y/n] around here,”

“Agreed,”

A man in a uniform approached the crew; he appeared to be respectable yet humble, the fine lines on his cheekbones suggested that he’s lived through the Clone Wars and the subsequent rise of the Empire. Behind him were two rebel fighters—smears of grime covered their cheeks, surely having seen action and retained their firm expressions even while in their safe haven.

The Mantis crew assumed that this uniformed man was the spearhead of this operation.

“Welcome. My name is Bren Hoss,”

He extended his hand to the crew’s general direction, unsure whether to shake hands with Cere or Cal. The former did the niceties with the man. Bren introduced himself as the commander of their quite modest fleet army.

“We may not be a big army, but I suppose it’s the fighting spirit that counts. You never know who you’ll inspire,”

In turn, Cere introduced the crew, and mentioned vaguely of you.

“I believe one of our crew is in this base with you, according to her transmission to us earlier,”

“Did she now?”

“Your people found her on Geonosis and brought her here,” Cal stepped in. “She’s the one who gave us the coordinates and the entry code before we got here.”

Bren’s lips parted as if to speak, but he was abruptly cut off by the female voice behind him.

“It’s all right, Commander, they’re with me,”

He turned around and you greeted him with a casual smile. You stood parallel to the commander and greeted your crew. Cal skipped a breath when he saw you—what was only a few days felt like ages for him since he last saw you in person.

“Ah well, I just had the pleasure of meeting your crew, [y/n],” Bren turned to the crew. “Please, don’t be strangers. Friends are welcome inside. Though I do apologize for the place being a bit shabby.”

“Not at all, Commander, we don’t mind,” Cere smiled and gave a short nod before Bren retreated back to the base and his bodyguards followed.

When Bren got far enough from the crew, Cal couldn’t help himself—he walked up and hugged you in the tightest that he could, in fact it was so tight that you suffocated for a second.

“Oh!” you chuckled. “I missed you too, Cal.”

You returned the hug—which was a long one—and when he finally let go, he kept his arm around your shoulder.

“Did you have trouble getting here?” you asked to no one in particular.

“We were just five parsecs away when we received your transmission,” Merrin replied. “And nothing came in our way—except, of course, a skeptical officer over the communication line.”

“Ah that. They’re very privy when it comes to who goes in the planet,”

You reminded everyone that you owed them an explanation. You invited them inside the base. The temple was wide but most of its parts remained untouched such as the dead ends—either natural or caused. Still, the ancient memory of the ruins now mingled with the technology of scanners, computers, and ships.

You led to them to a section of the temple, it wasn’t far from the area of operations, but it was just a gaping space that nobody minded.

“How did you meet these people, [y/n]?” Greez started.

“They stormed and raided the main hall—I was there too. We ended up helping each other. The ship I used to get there was trashed by the Geonosians while I was away and so they let me hitch a ride. So, in short, I was kinda like a stowaway in that situation,”

After summarizing your side of the story, everyone sensed the hanging tone in your voice after you spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys right away. I requested to make contact with you, honest,”

“You made us worry there. But it’s all right, as long as we finally know you’re okay,” Cere said in a motherly tone.

You managed a small smile, “Thanks.”

The subject switched to what you’ve learned so far about these rebels and their base. It was something that you wanted to talk over with them during supper.

“Come on, at least stay here to rest. You guys are probably tired from the trip,” you insisted.

None of them could say no. Majority caved in to your invitation and you led them farther into the temple.

“This place…” Cal trailed off. “It’s so strong with the Force. Do you guys feel it?”

“Yes, so many memories linger within its walls,” Cere answered, looking at the tall walls and high ceiling, noticing faint etches of wall carvings in the sandstone.

“Like the Zeffo, an ancient civilization once lived here… until they mysteriously vanished.” You explained.

As the Mantis crew marched through the halls left and right, more and more rooms were uncovered; from what they could have gathered from their stolen glances, they assumed that they plan on maximizing their utilization and occupation of this temple as their mother base.

“I’ve heard whispers about that. A few hours ago, three transports arrived carrying shipments—they brought in machines and stuff for their operations. Engineers, mechanic and technicians, too,” you muttered within their earshot.

The crew arrived to a hall in the second level of the temple. From its structure, it could have been a small auditorium or courtroom; benches were lined in neat, symmetric rows, however, it hasn’t been fully utilized yet as the hologram projector was still stashed in the corner of the room.

“I think we can use this room,” you said.

Each one took a seat close to one another. When everyone was settled, you recalled everything what you have learned so far ever since you arrived here.

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