ways_back_room | Wednesday DE + AU week

I have Plans for Bodhi and Sinric but as usual, Jay is proving problematic. Any suggestions would be most welcome.

Pirate Jay?

I think this year, I'm going to do Cassian from a college AU I'm working on where he's an engineering student along with Kay and Bodhi. And just starting a relationship with Jyn who's studying political science and anthropology. Before AU week, I hope to post a good chunk of the fic I'll be playing him from. It grew from a prompts I was filling on Tumblr into its own thing, if you want to see them, they're on the college au tag on my blog. I'd link but I'm at work.

I probably won't do anyone else since I'll be working and won't have as much time to play.

Sounds awesome, can't wait to read it.

At this point, I only have plans for two pups...
Ahsoka is going to be a camp counselor who ends up meeting both Leia and Luke in an odd turn of events. I'm not sure if I will go with a fic

inlovewithwords pointed me (and like a fool, I didn't book mark), which is an odd sort of Disney's Freaky Friday sort of AU, or Skate Wars, which is Star Wars webcomic as through a skateboarding lens. I'm also very tempted to run with her as a human for this.

Sam Wilson is going to be an airbender, thanks to this amazing fan art/concept. I haven't picked a period yet, but I might go with a future point past avatar Korra.

This is the fic in question, which I am totally playing Vader from, because trololololololol

Orpheus is going for a West World AU. Piano-player at the Mariposa.

I've toyed with the idea of doing the same for Alec and Eowyn as well, but I'm still not sure on that. Eowyn would make a good vigilante. Not sure about Alec, though.

I kind of like the idea of doing pirate!AU Graverobber, since he has a sort of scuzzy-sailor vibe to him already, but I'm more than happy to plot with people if they want to play out something with him.

Last year we did a Star Trek AU for Hera, Kanan, and Thrawn, and this year (because I um... watched Discovery), we're doing Star Trek AU again, but in the Mirror Universe. Which - at the point in time we're playing it, is the Trek universe where Earth humans are terrifyingly militaristic conquerors, as opposed to the peaceful Utopian Prime Universe humans. So in our AU, Kanan is still half-Betazoid, half-human, and serves in Imperial Starfleet despite being stigmatized for his Betazoid heritage; Hera is an assassin among the anti-Terran rebellion who was freed from Terran enslavement as a child; and Thrawn was sent to work among the rebels by the Chiss, who while still beyond the Terran Empire's control are wary of its growing power.

... and I wrote a Hera-Thrawn ficlet in this AU because we have already been a little ridiculous and done some OOMs in anticipation for this >_> Maybe I'll come back later with a Kanan ficlet too. But here is this one for now:

She was awake when he entered the room. First she heard the whir of the doors, and then his footsteps over the steel flooring. Hera was lying on her back, her eyes on the lighting that lined the ceiling, and she didn't want to move now, didn't want to show that she was listening. His footsteps continued, but at a short distance from her, far enough that she wasn't sure whether he could see that her eyes were open. She heard a gentle tap, and the soft shuffle of something else moving against the floor to her right, and curiosity almost got the better of her, she nearly shifted on to her side, to see what he was doing.

But the ache at her collar, rippling up to her shoulder, reminded her that this might not be a good idea. So Hera stayed still, listening intently, trying to imagine what he was doing, until –

"How is your shoulder?" he asked, speaking in English.

She still didn't move. But she knew then, it was pointless to pretend she hadn't heard him.

"It hurts." A few seconds passed, and she moved her hands to her sides, pressing them down gently so that she could sit up on the cot. It sent a pang down from her shoulder, through her arm, but she didn't gasp or wince. She leaned gently against the wall, and now because she could, she turned her eyes to look back at him.

She had never seen anyone like him before. His blue skin was darker than an Andorian's, and he didn't have their antennae or silver hair. And no species she'd ever seen had vivid red eyes like his. It didn't bother her, that she'd never seen someone like him before – though it didn't make her curious, either. Hera wasn't sure what she felt about him, or what she should feel about any of this.

"Did you take it out?" she asked, keeping her eyes on his. His gaze flicked down, and though she didn't look away, Hera reached up with her left hand, and gently touched her fingers to the bandaging that had been placed over her shoulder.

"Yes," he answered. "The Terrans placed your implant rather deep in the tissue of your deltoid muscle. Our medics had to be careful not to cause you any permanent harm while removing it. It may take you some time to recover fully, but there should be no lasting damage."

Hera didn't say anything. Her eyes blinked down, to the chair he was sitting in, and then next to it – she realized this must have been the shuffling she heard. Next to him was a low table, and on it a tray, holding what she recognized as a teapot, and two empty cups.

In her lap, Hera's hands clenched, her fingers pressing painfully into her palms.

"Do you know how old you are, Hera?"

She looked up, at once, when he said her name. Her hands were still held tight in her lap.

"They said – ten, I think," she said, quietly. He nodded. His own hands were folded loosely in his lap. His face – she couldn't see anything in his expression.

"Do you remember what I said my name was?"

Her eyes fell to her clenched hands. "Mitt – Mitthra –"

"That's all right." He interrupted, but his voice was patient. He spoke, as he had before, in a tone that was steady, and straightforward. "You can call me Thrawn."

She caught his movement in the corner of her eye. Hera looked up, to see him lean forward, and pick up the pot. Both the pot and the cups were painted a deep green, the cups low and round, with no handles. He filled one cup, and then asked, as he set the pot down again, "Would you like some tea?"

At first, she was confused. She must have misheard him. Hera repeated his words in her mind, trying to find what she had missed, where her mistake had been. When it had been long enough, when she couldn't go any longer without speaking, she made herself answer as she had heard it. "Yes."

Thrawn stood from his chair, and picked up the full cup. He stepped closer to her cot, just close enough to offer it to her.

In her lap, her hands finally loosened. She didn't speak, didn't thank him. But she also didn't hesitate to reach out, and accept the cup.

I love everything this chooses to be.

;D

still not a Kanan one but I'm working on it:

It had started with three – three murders with no suspects, and just enough evidence to link them to alien terrorist groups. The Empire was loathe to acknowledge this. Assassinations within the ranks were business as usual, how the Imperial hierarchy was meant to function. Anyone who fell victim to another was clearly too weak to serve, and therefore disposable. But in each of these three crimes, the perpetrators had left just enough evidence, it seemed, to ensure that there was no mistaking the killing for the work of a Terran.

Admiral Charlotte Noel, killed by sniper fire just outside Starfleet Installation No. 2187 on Bajor. Captain Morgan Bateson, killed by blunt force trauma to the head moments after finishing a speech to Imperial cadets at a ceremony in ShiKahr, on Vulcan. Eoin Stellan, Deputy Chief of Operations for Imperial Intelligence, stabbed aboard Imperial station Deep Space 4.

Investigators recovered pieces of a phaser sniper rifle of known Bajoran make following Admiral Noel's death, concluding the assassination to be the work of the Bajoran Resistance. A qhonDog blade was found meters from Stellan's body, clean of any forensic evidence but suggesting a Klingon assassin. And eyewitnesses identified Captain Bateson's murderer as an alien creature wielding a staff, though the creature had moved too quickly for any witness to positively describe its species.

No Terran assassin would implicate an alien culprit – to best take advantage of their success, their act would have to be known, and only the most treacherous of human would deign to suggest any alien could outmaneuver any Terran. It was why the cases went ignored, investigations dropped as soon as evidence of alien involvement arose. Only a handful of officers within Imperial intelligence revisited the files, read wonderingly back over the evidence, the accounts, studied the recovered blade, the rifle pieces.

It started with three. But among those few officers, the number grew, unsolved assassinations reaching back years. Just enough evidence to implicate alien terrorism, but no perpetrator ever positively identified. In a few instances, someone was found, was blamed, was executed – half-Terrans were a favorite, as it was far less dangerous to name one of them an assassin than it would be any full alien. But even then, the lie was obvious. And those officers who did study these files, who dared to discuss them among one another, found another pattern –

The attacks were becoming more frequent, and more brazen.

But unwilling to bring the evidence to their superiors, to face torture or worse for daring to question the superiority of the Terran Empire, the officers kept their suspicions to themselves, watching for new murders that fit their findings, or older ones they'd overlooked. As rumors grew among them, a name spread for these assassins, who slipped in and out of Imperial strongholds, who left only what traces it seemed they wanted to, who were barely seen, if seen at all.

Ghosts.

and this is too late but I wrote an AU ficlet for Kanan and dammit I'm posting it:

There were only enemies in the Terran Empire. It was comforting, in a way. Caleb Dume could tell himself he was really no different from anyone else. There were no real friends, no real allies. When it came to him, others were just more – honest about it. And he liked to believe he was just as well. Maybe even better off.

Caleb knew that wasn't true. Yet that could also be like everyone else. They were all telling themselves lies in order to survive.

These lies could help him through nearly any difference. It was easy not to meet others’ eyes, to avoid glancing in a mirror – most weren't interested in looking at him, anyway. He focused on his own rage, frustration, impatience, just as those around him ignored any emotions but their own. But there was one advantage the others had that no lie could explain away. Where there were no true friends, the others could at least find an ally in themselves.

But Caleb carried his greatest enemy with him. The voice he knew was his mother's even as he tried to forget it. The name she had called him, from her long since forbidden tongue. Kanan Jarrus had those black, inhuman eyes. He could feel the emotions of those around him, knew a lie the second he heard it, and still bristled at it, even at the lies he told himself. As if lies weren't the single greatest tools of survival. And the greatest lie Caleb could tell himself was that it wasn't the other Terrans holding him back, it wasn't the Empire that kept him down, forced him to accept that he could have no ambition, could take only the rank they would tolerate for him. It was Kanan, always with him, dragging him down. Kanan was his true enemy, who wanted to see him fall from the Terran superiority Caleb had been meant to achieve. If he could cut him out of his eyes, his mind, he would.

But nothing would get rid of him. So Caleb could only do what he knew Kanan hated most. He could lie.

ooooooh okay.

I have a notion for Yusuke and dumping him and the other Phantom Thieves into Persona 3's story arc (I'll have to sit down with my notes and figure out who's in what rough story position, not to mention how far into the story arc he'd be coming in from, but that's doable).

Aside from being in a different town and nearly a decade earlier, P3!Yusuke escaped Madarame's toxic 'mentorship' entirely, forging his own path in the art world. His mother was around long enough for him to remember her, but whether that's a blessing or a curse is debatable.

Yamato will be getting AUed into a superhero in the vein of Tiger and Bunny or BNHA, with a public facing identity and advertisers and an agent, and the expectation that he needs to be Super Cheerful And Personable And Peppy All The Time, and hating every second of it.

Eden probably won't be getting AUed, if only because it's difficult to AU him without turning him into an entirely different character.

So I am totally going to play Vader from this fic: Skywalker Family Values by Ariel_Sojourner.

R2 will likewise be from it.

Prolly won't bother with anyone else, really.

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I wrote a second ficlet for the AU help

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