#Master Saldith | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kiwikipedia · 2 years

Text

Size Matters Not

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)

Rating: Gen

Summery: In one Universe, Kit Fisto dies alongside of the other Jedi in the Chancellor's office. In another, Kit just so happens to be the tallest member of the council and with impressive strength to match

aka: Kit’s already one of the tallest Councilors, why not make him Sidon-Sized as well?

AO3

Based off of this post again by @nibeul

But instead of Aulo and the other Deep Sea Nautos from Song of the Moon, Song of the Deep, it's just Kit Fisto being a ten-foot-tall Nautolan.

Reposted from the Writing Account

When Kit Fisto had been younger, he had been bothered by his rate of growth.

He had been a tall kid, and then just kept… growing.

When he had finally stopped growing, he easily towered over nearly every other Jedi within the Temple, hell, he stood taller than Jak’Zin who was a nearly nine-foot-tall Togorian Jedi Knight. The two of them bonded over their height, but still, that had been after Kit had been Knighted.

As a child, it was a rather different story. Jak’Zin was several years his junior, and, well, children in his age group could be mean at times. And by children, Kit really only meant Ky and Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon had grumbled that he was too big sometimes, which had bothered him when he was a child— though Micah, Shaak Ti, and Tahl would always berate Qui-Gon for his insensitive comments. And Ky sometimes made off-handed comments, that got him looks from the others. Vokara Che and Saldith didn't really seem to care either way, so that was nice.

But that had been so long ago.

Now, Kit was perfectly happy with his ten-foot-tall (give or take, he stopped keeping track) self. After all, it made carrying younglings around easier, and also they liked to climb over him and up his legs and onto his back sometimes. It also made reaching things easier, of course, and Kit liked to be helpful where he could. Madame Jocasta Nu certainly found him to be helpful when he would grab datapads from the top shelves before she needed to use the Force to get them.

But most importantly, he could hold Plo Koon comfortably in one arm and Ahsoka and Nahdar both in the other.

And as the war continued onwards, Kit found himself pleased with the advantage being a ten-food-tall “sea monster” granted him.

That avalanche on Khorm? Several clones had been saved by them making the split-second choice to enter into his space as he braced against the impact.

Grievous and his lair? No sweat. Grievous didn’t expect a ten-foot-tall Jedi Master to show up. Poor Nahdar was very disappointed that he didn’t get to do much.

Fighting against Riff Tamson, the Quarren, and the Separatists on Mon Cala? Easier with the Quarren startling when he dove into the ocean to aid Anakin and the Mon Cala.

All in all, Kit was more than comfortable with his large size.

Well, in everything that wasn’t sitting in on meetings with the Chancellor, at least.

Whenever the Council had to meet with him, Kit always attended via Holo— it was just easier. The Chancellor didn’t have seats that were built for non-average sized sentients— according to what Coleman Trebor had lamented about before his death. And Kit was a whole meter taller than Coleman Trebor had been, meaning that if Master Trebor was uncomfortable in any of the Chancellor's chairs, he would be even worse off.

Therefore, Kit had simply requested to only attend if he could do so via Holo. And Mace Windu and Yoda were agreeable— it made sense, after all with his overly large stature.

That being said, it simply meant that (and Kit realized this as he walked behind Mace, Saesee, and Agen) this would be the first time he had ever stepped foot into the Chancellor’s office. Or perhaps it was better to call it the Sith Lord’s office, if what Anakin Skywalker said was true. And Kit personally believed Skywalker on this matter— even if Mace was unsure. But despite that, they were all preparing for the worst-case scenario. Or a more-worse-than-before scenario.

Well, no matter the scenario, Kit had to duck to go through quite literally all of the doors in the building so far, and really, it was rather inconvenient. Humans and human-sized sentients and their silly little need to not think about those above average height.

“Master Windu, I take it General Grievous has been destroyed?” The Chancellor asked as they stepped in, Kit ducking once again just to walk through the Office's door— once again, very inconvenient. This was why he disliked going to political summits as a Consular before the war. Anything held inside was always resulting in him ducking or hitting his head against the doors or ceilings.

“I must say you’re here sooner than expected.”

Kit briefly saw Palpatine’s eyes flick over to him before looking back to Mace, but Mace wasn’t taking any flowery words tonight, it seemed, as he reached for his lightsaber.

“In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic,” the Kouran Jedi Master said, tone even and Kit, Agen, and Saesee reached for their own sabers as well. “You are under arrest, Chancellor.”

“Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?” Palpatine asked, eyes narrowing a bit. Mace just raised a brow.

“The Senate will decide your fate.”

“I am the Senate.”

“Not yet.”

There was a pause, and Kit’s tresses twitched as the Chancellor— the Sith— rose up from his chair.

“It’s treason then.”

With a flick of his wrist, a lightsaber was in his hand, a glowing red blade and with a scream that was so dark, so imbued with the inky, horrible feeling of the Dark Side, Palpatine leaped over the desk, right towards them.

And perhaps it was because Kit really wanted to just get back to sitting and waiting for Plo to get back (sue him, he was a sappy husband who waited for his to get back home to him) or maybe it was something else, but Kit grabbed Agen and yanked him back before the crimson blade impaled the younger Zabrak.

Saesee backed up, green and red blades clashing for a moment before Mace moved forwards to strike. Palpatine sensed that, and he swung as he spun on his heel. Saesee barely dodged, though grunted as one of his horns was severed.

“Fan out!” Agen barked and the three of them moved out of a doorway while Mace and Palpatine dueled.

It... wasn't going well. Or at least, not as well as any of them hoped. It seemed as if Palpatine and Mace were evenly matched, and that wasn't a good thing. There weren't any openings either for any of them to jump in— not without suffering fatal injury.

And with a hiss of pain that was heard through grit teeth, Kit watched Mace’s saber— with the hand still attached— go flying. He watched as Palpatine drew his arm back to strike Mace down and—

Well, Kit couldn’t let that happen. For a number of reasons.

The Nautolan surged forwards, and really, he wasn’t sure what he was planning to do, but he moved anyway. His own strength would be enough to at least stall Palpatine long enough for either Agen or Saesee to deal a possible killing blow, right?

Kit threw one hand out, grabbing Palpatine's saber hand by the wrist before the red-colored blade could come down on Mace, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Agen grab Mace by the back of his robes before leaping back out of the way. Palpatine’s other hand moved back, possibly to use some sort of force trick, but Kit didn’t let the Sith do whatever it was he wanted to do.

He brought his free hand up and back before lashing out— and not with the Force either. Just a pure, no holds barred, backhand as Kit let go of his wrist.

Palpatine went flying into the wall, lightsaber clattering to the side and Saesee wasted no time, calling it to his hand.

The Iktotchi man needn’t have bothered though, Kit realized as he flexed his fingers, his own lightsaber abandoned on the ground somewhere and gaze on the Chancellor-slash-politician.

Palpatine wasn’t moving.

And judging by the way his head had fallen, his neck had been snapped— either on impact or because of the strike. Whichever one it was, Kit didn’t know as he moved over to him carefully, calling his lightsaber back to his hand and igniting it.

But either way, Kit still removed the Sith’s head from his shoulders and stabbed him through the chest for good measure. Just in case.

Agen collected Mace’s lightsaber (and hand), Saesee wrapping the Sith’s in his outer robe after he shrugged it off, and Kit took one glance at Mace before picking the other Jedi up— much to his chagrin. But the Master of the Order couldn't do much, not against Kit's hold at least. Many others had tried before, and failed.

“... Let's go home now, I guess,” Kit said slowly, tresses curling, “Master Kcaj and the others can make a press release, I suppose…” “Should we leave the body? Kind of want to drop it into… a barrel of molten metal,” Agen asked as they left the office, Kit grunting as he smacked his forehead on the frame before remembering to duck down.

“Call the Coruscant Guard, I suppose? Have them keep the office on Lockdown until we can actually get a team to come up here?” Kit suggested though he really had no idea. There really weren't many protocols he could remember when it came to dealing with a dead Sith's body. Though there should be. The last time they forgot to do that, it turned out that Maul hadn't died and caused them more problems throughout the War than they were really paid for— which, considering how the Jedi weren't paid, was a lot of problems.

Agen paused, glancing at Saesee, who just raised a brow in return. The youngest of the four of them shrugged at that then, reaching into his robes for his comm to call up the Commander of the Coruscant Guard. Saesee simply reached for his in order to contact their fellow councilor, Coleman Kcaj.

Whatever happened next, though, Kit just knew that the war was on the way to being over entirely.

Who knew that an all-powerful sith would be downed by a simple backhand? Well, being ten feet tall with adequate strength to match probably helped, Kit realized. But nonetheless. It was something to think about later, getting Mace to Vokara was more important. Since, he had just lost a hand, after all.

Then the rest of the Council needed to be called up as well— just to inform them about the turn of events that had just transpired. And to inform the Senate. And...

Well, it seemed that even with the Sith dead, there was still so much to do.

Kit only hoped that there'd be time for him to at least hug Plo before they were sent back out to deal with the aftermath.

Thank you, Sidon for existing. And thank you Nibeul for the initial post™

66 notes · View notes

kiwikipedia · 2 years

Text

A Smooth Sea Never Made a Skilled Sailor

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy), Star Wars Legends

Rating: T (swearing, injury)

Summery: Plo Koon had hidden a… problem he sustained on Kohrm from the others. Unfortunately, it had to do with his mask. Fortunately, Kit Fisto is there.

AO3

This is for you @nibeul and Tumblr Anon!

Kit Fisto knew things, as surprising as it seemed to some people. He was not stupid, and it still made him roll his eyes sometimes when people were that startled when he exercised his “smarts”.

He had no need to constantly show off his intellect— Vokara Che and Micah Giiett had been the visible geniuses of their Creche group. He, Saldith, and Shaak Ti preferred to not show their full hands… and Qui-Gon had been… Qui-Gon.

So yeah, Kit Fisto wasn’t an idiot. He had been one of the Order’s political liaisons with Adi Gallia before the war and had taken time to study Healing with Vokara under the former Head Healer and former Head Mind-Healer Qin Koh and Nix Mora respectively. He had bothered the Archival Branch of Jedi enough as a child that Madame Jocasta Nu still kept him in her sights just so that he didn’t bother the other staff.

And he was observant. He had become observant.

Kit had known Plo Koon long enough and been close with him long enough that he had taken time to research, memorize, and recognize the signs of oxygen poisoning.

He had known the Kel Dor and rescued too many overly ambitious divers to know that oxygen poisoning in Kel Dor looked eerily similar to what happened with malfunctioning scuba gear.

Kit had been keeping a close eye on the other Master and his partner ever since Ventress had forced an avalanche down on their heads but with all that had gone on with Sharp and also the final battle with Ventress (Commander Wolffe lost his godsdamned eye, that witch).

And it was only once they were safely aboard The Renascence did Kit snap back to attention and return to keeping an eye on Plo.

The Kel Dor didn’t seem to notice that Kit was observing him as he talked to some of the other Clones who had stayed above.

A bit twitchy, but that could just but the remaining adrenaline from a fight.

The same with his fatigue that Kit could pick up that was coming off of him.

But Kit knew better than to just write those points off. Better to be paranoid and it turns out that his partner was just mildly inconvenienced by his age than to be careless and learn that it really was oxygen poisoning.

As Kit removed his goggles that kept his eyes from drying out in the harsh cold, he slowly extended his senses, his tresses twitching, searching for signs of discomfort.

The only problem was that Plo’s arm was also broken, and like himself, the Kel Dor was likely sore from both the avalanche and those worms they used as transport.

He picked up discomfort, but from what?

No, he’d have to watch when Plo decided to move. If he was off-balance, if he was dizzy, then Kit would act.

He knew that the boys were setting up a barrier field and filter to replicate an anti-ox chamber for Plo since The Renaissance didn’t have one— it was Kit’s flagship, after all, one that was equipped for Nautolans but not for Kel Dor— but it would be a while before that was situated.

Well, at least it meant that Kit could get away with fretting over the older Master without Monnk and Flit glaring at him for neglecting his own injuries.

Still, Kit’s eyes flickered back to Plo as the other Jedi finished up his conversation with two of his Sergeants.

A wave of dismissal or farewell followed, and Kit easily slipped out of his jacket as Plo began to leave the command bridge.

Kit followed, and he knew that there was something wrong immediately. Hells, he didn’t even have to wait for Plo to sway or start to use the wall as support.

Because Plo always stopped when he knew Kit was following him, when Shaak Ti was, when Mace, when Eeth, when Saesee, when Commander Wolffe, when Boost, Sinker, Comet, when anyone was following him. Because Plo Koon liked to walk next to them. Liked to have a discussion when walking.

But Plo hadn't even glanced back when Kit followed him through.

And then Plo staggered.

But Kit was at his side almost instantly, catching the smaller Jedi as he pitched sideways. A garbled grunt that sounded somewhere between ‘What?’ and ‘Kit?’ escaped the Kel Dor but Kit ignored it.

“I knew this was bound to happen.”

Kit’s quarters- their quarters, really- weren’t close, but they sure were a hell of a lot closer than the Medbay.

It was probably the fastest that Kit had moved outside of battle in a long time, with Plo half stumbling along next to him and half being carried.

Oxygen breathers could become poisoned by it as well, their bodies could only handle so much of it in their body. Kel Dor could handle remarkably less. Only a tiny fracture of what the sandscorpion on Tatooine could— and they could last for four standard days without it.

But no matter the air that was breathed in, Kit knew one thing was the same for all sentients when it came to Oxygen Poisoning: Oxygen toxicity was only manageable by reducing the exposure to the increased oxygen levels.

Kit set Plo down on the Bunk, murmuring a soft ‘hold on for just a little bit longer' before moving to look for something, anything to ease the Oxygen Poisoning.

He was certain he kept Oxygen absorption patches around because of this— because, while he was incredibly smart and quick-witted, his partner was extremely stupid.

Kit was a Jedi, yes. He knew that Jedi were, in a sense, for the greater good and for citizens and innocents, for the Light Side of the Force, but the lack of self-preservation—!

Granted he couldn’t really speak, but it always made him a bit huffy and worried when Plo came back with various injuries that could have been avoided. Something he knew that also happened in the vice-versa with him.

It took Kit a moment to remember to call the 104th Medic on board, but as soon as he did, he had found the patches.

Plo had already started with a hacking cough by the time Kit made his way back to the Kel Dor, but he didn’t waste any time, propping the other up against his side and carefully inspecting the mask.

There— it was a small crack, enough to blend in with the scratches from the mission, but enough that oxygen had been leaking in since, well, Kit wasn’t sure for how long. But judging by how deep that cough was, it had been a while.

He sealed the crack with a patch, making sure the adhesive was fully sealed and that it covered the entire crack.

Even with the patch, though, what Plo needed was a nebulizer— though at this point, the medicine within one might be enough to soothe the raw pain from coughing and choking. A ventilator would be stronger, but Plo could clearly breathe still. He was just being poisoned slowly and—

Kit shook himself out of his thoughts when Plo jerked a bit, coughing lowly.

“Kit?”

It came out as more of a wheeze if anything, but Kit reached over, taking the Kel Dor’s still gloved hand and squeezing.

“I got you, Plo. Sinker and Ember will be here soon enough, and the boys are setting up a field for you to decompress in… a crack like that won’t keep you down, yeah?”

A wheezing chuckle came from Plo as he shifted, resting his head against Kit’s chest.

“Yes… you are… right…” he murmured, and Kit squeezed his hand again.

It was going to be fine.

Kit was more than he appeared to be, he knew healing to an extent and he had caught it in time. Plo would be okay.

Because Kit wasn’t an idiot and knew what to look for, because Plo was resilient, because Sinker and Ember were on their way.

Plo would be okay.

I knocked this out faster than I thought I would lol

Anyways, from what I gathered, Kit doesn't have a named Flagship so, here's the Renaissance. Aka the peak of artistic beauty— //smacked. Ahem. Anyways.

If you've been following me for a bit, you know that Ember is one of the 104th's medics, the other (head) medic being Ghost. Apparently, Sinker also has medic experience, but I don't remember seeing it in-show. Oh well. Flit showed up briefly in another fic I did and is Kit's battalion medic.

20 notes · View notes

kiwikipedia · 3 years

Text

Just some Oppo and Plo Friendship Headcanons because I was thinking about it

Oppo Rancisis and Plo Koon first became friends through Yaddle, Tyvokka, and Plo Koon’s Uncle— Fae Koon. The three were very good friends, and while Fae was not Plo’s Master, he often was seen around Tyvokka. It simply made sense that Tyvokka and Yaddle would train their Padawans in tandem together— or at least, sort of. Oppo was several years Plo’s senior, but nonetheless, they learned certain things together.

As Knights and Masters, they would have academic spats (though nothing with the same vitriol that Tyvokka would get into when Dooku was finally a Master, upstart youths ™) and strategic discussions games like Dejarik.

While they weren’t as close as Plo would be with Micah later on, they were very good friends to the point where Plo considered asking Oppo to take on Sha, though eventually asked Saldith instead, as he believed it would be good for Sha to both strengthen telepathic speaking and language learning under Saldith.

After Tyvokka’s death, however, the two ended up drifting apart, though remained distant friends despite that. Plo ended up slowly befriending other Jedi such as Micah Giiett, Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, and Ima-Gun Di in the meanwhile while Oppo chose to befriend the older Jedi such as T’ra Saa, Jocasta Nu, and maintained a friendship with Yoda and Yarael Poof. It was slow though, considering how they both had rather reserved natures and Yaddle rolled her eyes watching.

Still, despite being distant friends after the Stark Hyperspace War, they did meet on occasion just to play Dejarik or would talk when they ran into one another.

Oppo remained rather firm to the Code, and had originally chastised Plo for forming a possible attachment to Micah, before backing down upon remembering that Kel Dor were highly communal and fell heavily back on emotional and mental webs of connections that were created. Plo Koon assured him that he wasn’t upset by the lapse in remembrance, because he wasn’t the first to have forgotten about that fact.

While Plo did not share Oppo’s assessment of Anakin when it came to his Knighting, he was ultimately in agreement that Anakin was not ready to be a Knight yet.

Before Khorm, Oppo was one of the few who knew Plo’s real age— though it wasn’t as if Plo keept it a secret, he simply thought it was funnier for others to figure it out themselves. And Oppo agreed, because he kept his own age out of introductions and such. If one does not ask, they do not know, after all.

So Oppo had a fun time watching Kit pour over the Kel Dor archives and doing the math for Dorin’s planetary rotation... before correcting him when he was three years off from the year number in Basic.

Going by Canon: Oppo felt Plo Koon’s death in the Force during Order 66 the strongest and immediately knew something was wrong and went into hiding. He had initially gone deep underground through Coruscant to hopefully look for Younglings and Sha who he knew was still at the Temple, but was only able to find two younglings who he managed to get off world with Senator Mon Mothma’s help before he vanished as well.

Going by Legends: Plo felt Oppo’s death during the Siege of Saleucami and mourned his death, both because he was a good friend and the loss of a skilled warrior. He remained in a three day vigil for the other Master.

#Plo Koon #Oppo Rancisis #Tyvokka #Master Tyvokka #Yaddle #Master Yaddle #Headcanons #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars The Prequel Trilogy #Star Wars #Star Wars Headcanons #Penguinkiwi Headcanons

30 notes · View notes