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fancyfrey · 10 months
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I love this fucking chaos gremlin
The fact Cal uses the MAKASHI form while wielding a blaster is just so hilarious to me. The other Force ghosts are constantly facepalming watching him run around with the Partisans and waving his lightsaber around so proudly, but Dooku would be rolling in his grave seeing another Form II user wield it like this.
Cal “the Blasphemous” Kestis
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breakfastteatime · 6 months
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Another day, another long line outside a refuelling station.
Greez has been sharing his thoughts, feelings and beliefs regarding the Jedi Order for... well, for a while now. Cal is only half tuned in as he looks to the stars.
Then Greez starts a new soliloquy about Master Yaddle and Cal finds himself experimenting with new patience-exercises just to get through it.
"Yeah, that Master Yaddle sure was a legend. I heard she saved an entire planet from war by performing a tea ceremony that reminded everyone of their united past. She even baked the cakes herself." Greez sighs. "That's the kind of Jedi I wanna know more about."
Cal snorts. He can't hold it in any more. BD stares at him, beeping curiously. Cere sighs in that 'I'm actually really amused by this' way of hers. She has to know what's coming.
Poor Greez.
"What? You thought none of you knew how to cook?" Greez demands. "Show some respect to your elders who went beyond standard Jedi skills, Cal!"
"I have nothing but respect for Master Yaddle," Cal says, hand on his chest. "I promise."
"You got a funny way of showing it."
Cal chuckles. "I mean, she was my Grand Master, and Master Tapal told me so much about her. He was a Lasat, so you can imagine the height difference. He said one time she had to stand on his shoulders just to - "
Greez turns to him. Cal tries to keep his smile innocent, but there's a smirk breaking free.
"Wait. Just wait. Grand Master?"
"Yeah - my master's master."
Greez's fingers tap the controls. "This whole time you've heard me talking about her, and you never said you knew her?"
"Probably because I didn't. She died before I could ever meet her, but I know some stories." He knows a lot of stories. A lot a lot. Master Tapal could be quite chatty if you knew the right questions to ask.
Cal knew the right questions to ask.
"This whole time I've been talking about her, and you're, like, her grandkid or whatever Jedi call it?"
"Grand Padawan," Cal says. "Yup. And it's a true story, the tea ceremony thing. Master Tapal said he had to taste-test a few cakes just to make sure they were delicate enough."
Greez turns to Cere. "You knew this about him?" He jabs a finger in Cal's direction.
"Yes," Cere replies calmly.
Greez rounds on BD who immediately protests. He knew nothing!
"I'm an open book," Cal says, leaning back in the co-pilot's chair. "What do you wanna know?"
Their refuel bay assignment comes in before Greez can answer. Instead, he glares out the viewport. "I'm gonna make a list."
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darth-memes · 5 months
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TALES OF THE JEDI WAS RELEASED A YEAR AGO!
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jedislight · 8 months
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Star Wars: Tales Of The Jedi
01x04: The Sith Lord
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Conversation
Yaddle: Dooku, why are you covered in blood?
Dooku: It’s ...not mine
Yaddle: Oh. Good.
Cin: No. Not good.
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masteryaddleisagilf · 11 months
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Cal: Did you know Master Yaddle. Greez asked Cere about her once. I think he had a crush. BD-1: Boop! Eno Cordova: Master Yaddle was stong-willed. A strange sense of humor. I enjoyed her company immensely. Cal: My master was her Padawan. He said she trained harder than anyone he knew. Which was really something, if you knew Jaro Tapal.
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ahsoka-in-a-hood · 1 year
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I am going to take my Master Yaddle telling Dooku categorically and unequivocally that it wasn’t too late, he could still come back, that his friends and family in the jedi were still there for him, that the darkside wasn’t his only option, reaching out even as she was presented with incontrovertible proof that he was defecting to the sith, and run with it to the hills thank you.
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THE PARALLELS OF WALKING INTO DARKNESS AND LIGHT
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shadowmaat · 4 months
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Mischief and Misinformation, part 3
(part 1) (part 2)
Obi-Wan desperately needed a caf. It seemed like everywhere he went in the Temple there were whispers of his "tragic" padawanship with Qui-Gon or stories of him having crippling insecurities and an inability to take basic care of himself. It was ridiculous! And frustrating. If one more person expressed surprise at seeing him eat a full meal in the cafeteria, he was going to scream.
He was, in fact, on his way to get some lunch for himself and some Healer-recommended snacks for Ani. His impulsive padawan had recovered from eating too much blue custard, but had brought himself to the attention of Master Che, who was, in his words, "punishing" him for his "mistake" by making him eat a healthier diet. For a whole week.
Obi-Wan was pulled from his musing by the excited chatter and galloping feet of some younglings on fast approach. He stepped to the side to give them room to pass, but as the first of them, a young selonian, came careening around the corner on all fours, he spotted Obi-Wan and somersaulted to a stop.
"Master Bee!"
"Initiate Zip." Obi-Wan smiled in recognition. Three more figures came around the corner and piled up, wild flickers of the Force keeping them from landing in a pile on top of Zip.
"Master Bee!" the others echoed.
He recognized them, too. He'd done a few stints in the creches, though it had been a while since he'd had time to visit.
"Good afternoon, Archix Clan." He bowed to them, and they hastily bowed back. "You seem to be in a hurry today. Off to your interdimensional mathematics lesson?" He asked it with as much solemnity as he could muster.
"We're going swimming in the Sesid Falls!" Zip chirped. "You wanna come-"
"No!"
Issa, a blue-skinned nautolan lurched forward, clapping a hand over Zip's mouth and staring at Obi-Wan with wide eyes.
"Sorry, Master! Zip wasn't thinking! Again." She whispered something to Zip, whose eyes also widened, his ears flattening into his fur.
"Srry Mfr!" he said around Issa's hand.
Behind them, Molly had her hands over her own mouth and Plansa was tugging at her ear flaps. A prickling sense of foreboding had him suspecting he knew what this was about.
Had everyone been reading these spacer stories about him? Even crechelings? He'd tried looking them up after his bout with Kit, but hadn't found anything amiss in the mission archives. Or the wider archives, for that matter.
"Hesa jes' excited for da paddlewompy," Plansa said, her distress obvious from her reversion to Gunganese Basic. "No be sads, Massa Bee!"
Molly nodded agreement, her pigtails flapping against her shoulders.
Knowing he was going to regret it, he couldn't help asking anyway. "And why would I be sad, Plansa?"
Four pairs of eyes stared at him, stricken. Plansa squealed, clamping her hands down on her beak as she tried to hide behind the much-smaller Molly.
"No reason!" Issa began dragging Zip down the hall, the selonian half-crouched to accommodate her. "No reason at all! Sorry! We gotta go!"
She, Zip, and Plansa dashed away, but Molly hesitated, looking conflicted. She was human- or near enough- and the quietest of the group, but now she stepped closer, reaching out to grasp his hand.
A burst of comfort washed through him.
"It wasn't your fault, Master Bee," she said. "He fell. And anyway, he'd kidnapped your friend and was gonna let her die."
A chill prickled between his shoulders. Who fell? Who'd been kidnapped?
Molly released his hand and stepped back, bowing. "You did the right thing. Bye!"
She took off running to join her friends.
Obi-Wan stared after them, trying to piece together what stories he'd heard to see if he could figure out where this one fit in. Other than it presumably being Qui-Gon's fault, which seemed to be the common theme.
"A great tragedy, it was," spoke a familiar voice.
He looked over to see Master Yaddle floating around the corner in her chair.
"Yes, a tragedy indeed when challenge you, Bruck Chun did, and fall to his death, he did, in the Temple gardens."
"Master." Obi-Wan bowed deep. "We both know that never happened. Didn't he join the Temple Guard a few years back?"
Yaddle chuckled, her ears waggling back and forth.
"Find his path, he did. And not over the falls, it was."
She sounded amused. Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose.
"These rumors are getting out of hand. Please tell me the Council is doing something about it."
"Doing many things, the Council is," Yaddle said, levitating her chair higher. "Always busy, we are. A distraction these rumors have been, but the trail we have found."
He straightened. "Do you know who's doing this? And why?"
That was the thing he couldn't figure out. The whole debacle was strange enough, but why him? Why this?
Yaddle hummed, starting her chair back down the hall. He moved to keep pace with her.
"Years ago it was done," she said. "Discovered the slice only now, we did."
"Someone sliced the Temple records??"
It wasn't unheard of, but it was extremely rare; moreso since Jocasta Nu took over the Archives.
"Displeased, the Master of the Archives was," she said, as if that wasn't an incredible understatement. "Corrected, the security flaw was.
"I imagine that Madame Nu had quite a lot to say about that," he said.
Yaddle laughed. "Protective, she is. Correct she is, also. Lost we would be, without knowledge. And led astray, we can be, when misrepresented our history is."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Do you know who did it?"
Her ears flicked in acknowledgement. "Know him, we do. And know him as well, do you."
If he didn't know better he'd say the look she gave him was sly. He slowed, frowning. She slowed her chair to match him.
"A great dislike someone had for Master Jinn. An equally great affection he had for you."
Obi-Wan wasn't sure "affection" was the right word for the pitiful life the stories had depicted, but he could feel the pieces start to click together in his head.
"Affection, yes. Skilled, he is, in deception, and inclined, he is, to, hrmm... mischief."
It hit him like a rock to the head.
"Quinlan."
Yaddle snorted, her ears pricked forward in blatant amusement.
"Much to answer for, your friend has," she said. "And arrive soon, he should, at hangar 8-Kresh.
"Thank you, Master." He bowed to her. "I believe I'm needed elsewhere right now."
It had been a while since he'd spoken with his dear old friend. Now seemed like a good time to catch up. He turned, heading for the hangars.
"With you, the Force is," Yaddle called after him. "And need that, your friend will, when find him, Jocasta does."
Obi-Wan picked up his pace.
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thechaoticfanartist · 9 months
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miss-nerd-alert · 1 year
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Dave Filoni giving us Yaddle with a major role in a Star Wars show, only to kill her off in the same episode she’s introduced in is honestly so on-brand for him. Way to stick to your guns, you beautiful bastard.
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fancyfrey · 11 months
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“I’d like you to meet my Master, Cal.”
The Guardian Lineage
Based on a few voicelines from Jedi: Survivor.
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breakfastteatime · 9 months
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Shy. Nervous. Respectful. Those are the emotions radiating from Cal as he looks around his and Jaro's shared quarters. Jaro had time to move what few personal belongings he had in before collecting Cal from his (now former) clan, and he is curious to know what the little one thinks of it all.
Or, to be more accurate, he wonders what each object could tell him.
Ah. That may be part of the reason for the nerves. Although Jaro is quite certain nothing in here could cause any kind of emotional upset. However, that is not for him to judge. He is not the one gifted with psychometry after all.
"Do you sense anything alarming here?" he asks Cal.
Cal shakes his head. "There are lots of echoes though."
"Is there something you want to know more about?" Jaro is aware that Cal has been taught to rein in his curiosity where possible. They will need to find their own balance with his psychometry, especially within their own living space. "What's mine is yours, Padawan. You need not be afraid."
"It's, uh, it's not in here," Cal says. "I think it's in the 'fresher. It's kinda loud."
Most unexpected. Jaro feels an eyebrow twitch as he allows Cal to go on ahead of him. In the refresher, Cal points to an item so tiny, Jaro has to lean in to see what it is.
Of course. Master Yaddle's comb. She'd give it to him years ago, not to use (his hands are far too large) but as a reminder that she had used it to maintain his Padawan braid whenever she needed to add new markers of his successes and achievements... or whenever it simply grew out or became tangled and messy. Jaro had placed it in here for Cal to use, not thinking that Cal would be able to read its past.
"You can pick it up if you'd like," Jaro says. He crouches down to Cal's level, scoops up the comb, and holds it out to him. "I left it here for you to use, but of course I did not pause to consider the echo it may have left in the Force. It belonged to my master, long ago, and she gave it to me after I was knighted and made me promise to give it to the first Padawan I had whose hands were small enough to use it."
Cal giggles as Jaro waggles his fingers. He reaches out and plucks the comb from Jaro's palm. His gaze goes distant as the Force speaks to Cal in a language Jaro cannot understand. Honestly, he cannot even perceive what it is Cal does, only that his connection to the Force is strong and deep, albeit following a different path to the one Jaro's takes. He watches, fascinated, as Cal breaks out into a smile and laughs, returning from the past in amazement. "You were so much bigger than Master Yaddle she had to stand on a stool to reach your head even when you sat down!" he cries out in delight, both hands clutching the comb. "She really liked styling your hair. It was like meditating to her. She hummed while she worked."
"Indeed she did." Jaro had almost forgotten about that.
Cal looks up at him. "You still braid all your hair the way she used to."
"Master Yaddle was wise in all that she did."
"She... she's gone, isn't she?" Cal asks, head dipping, foot scuffing the refresher's tiled floor.
"She is, Cal."
"I'm sorry, Master."
"I know, and I do miss her, however she is one with the Force now, and I take great comfort in that." Jaro can tell Cal isn't entirely sure what that means. A lesson for another day when he is a little older, perhaps. "I will certainly share more stories about her, however, I am sure she would be very happy to know I have kept my promise and given her comb to one who can use it."
"Me?" Cal asks.
"Yes, Padawan, you."
Cal holds the comb tight. "Thanks, Master. I promise I'll look after it!"
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bewareofraiju · 11 months
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WARNING! Jedi Survivor spoilers below the cut
I'm laughing so much because it has been confirmed that Yaddle was Jaro Tapal's master, meaning Cal belongs to her Jedi lineage. Well, in the previous game, Greez said he hoped to meet her someday, calling Yaddle a legend with such reverence some people have been joking he has a crush on her.
In other words, Cal's adoptive father has the hots for Cal's Jedi grandma.
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butterflydragon14 · 1 year
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Mace was the Obi-Wan of their age
Dooku was the Anakin
Change my mind
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So....are we just sit there, and accept the fact they just made a retcon over Master Yaddle?
She didn't die like a little bitch.
She died saving people!
"In 26 BBY, Yaddle was sent to Mawan along with Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. Their mission was to try to restore peace to the lawless planet. However, Yaddle sacrificed her life for those of the people of Mawan, by using the Force to absorb a bio weapon released by Granta Omega, which killed her instantly. By doing so, she saved the city of Naatan. Yaddle was 483 years old at the time of her death. Yaddle was the last Jedi Council member to die before the Clone Wars, with her place being filled by Shaak Ti....
Now she's died by Dooku's hand!? WTF, Filoni?
It's not only her death that was rewritten:
"As a Jedi Consular, she was not as martial as many of her fellow councilors. Although after being promoted to Jedi Master she became one of few Jedi to wield an orange lightsaber...."
Her light saber has been changed from orange, to green.
The way she talks has changed as well:
"Yaddle rarely spoke, but when she did, she spoke in anastrophe, the same unusual way as fellow council member Yoda, placing verbs after the object and subject. Yaddle used as few words as possible when speaking on the Jedi High Council, and had the habit of summing up conclusions that the other Council members would have reached eventually..."
Now she talks like anyone else would, & not like Yoda does. Like, what's the point of using her, if you're not going to at least include the basic stuff? I'm very disappointed in this episode....
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