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Cal is ENROLLED at MY High School, Golden Sierra High School!

(Using a fake High School name for security reasons!)

(A Reality Imagine!)

(What IF Cal Kestis was a REAL person and he CAME to MY school! Of course, he’s young in this!)

(Made this story two years back…thought I might like to share it since I’m in writer’s block! AGAIN!)

(If you haven't already...read my intro!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: PG for…brief mention of a drug and fluff!

There’s a few reasons why I love and hate it when new people are enrolled at Golden Sierra High School. They’re nice one minute, the next they don’t even care if you’re there anymore. It’s a hit or miss when it comes to me to make friends. It was 8:30 in the morning—I was leaning up against the wall, near the bathrooms, waiting for my best friend Britney to come. Her bus comes late sometimes, and I have to go to class without her. I fidget with my phone popper, starting to become nervous that I’m not seeing her. It’s clear her bus is late…yet again! But a certain guy I notice takes all my nervousness away! I see him walking down the hallway—is he new? I see what he’s wearing—a white tank with a jean jacket, black pants with some rip design on them and Timberland boots. His red fiery hair was combed as well! He was surrounded with other guys though, talking and conversing with him. But from the looks of it, he felt uncomfortable being around them. Part of me felt bad about him. Him and those guys stop near the bathrooms…technically near me!

They continue talking with him, bombarding him, making him feel uncomfortable by the minute. I see another rush of students enter from down the hall…I pick out Britney in the crowd! Finally, she came! Took her long enough. I looked at my phone to see the time being 8:45. Enough time to talk—maybe even go to the bathroom before class starts. Britney is closer now and realizes I’m here. She smiles and comes up to me. “Hey Lauryn!”, She greeted, hugging me. I hugged her. “Hey…how’ve you been?”, I always ask her that question for some reason. She looked around some before replying, “I’m good…how about you?”, “Same…”, I looked behind me to see the red-head standing there by himself now, guys that were bombarding him had left. Now’s my chance! I looked to Britney and pointed to him from behind. “I think I should go talk to him…he seems new, I can tell…”, Britney only took one glance as her face morphs into confusion. She looks back at me with a small smirk forming on her lips, quickly shaking her head.

“Mmm-mm…no…no Lauryn, I don’t want you distracted by this guy…come on!”, She grabs a hold of my wrist, but I gently pry myself from her grasp, rolling my eyes as I slowly walk over to him, ignoring Britney’s call for me to come back to her. I see him on his phone, mindlessly pretending to scroll through Instagram. His eyes averted from that phone and up to mines as a shy faint smile formed. “Hi! I’m Lauryn—you look new…”, I was trying to do my best of not being shy right now as I could feel myself getting hot. The guy gave a small huff of a chuckle and shoved his phone into his back pocket. “Y-yeah…you could say that…I’m still getting used to things around here…”, I agreed with him, turning around to notice Britney waiting on the side for me. Out of nowhere, the bell rang—signaling for us to go to class. “I’m Cal…nice to meet you Lauryn…”, He holds out his hand a little, gesturing us to shake hands. I lightly grabbed a hold of his hand as we shook.

“Heh, you too…I should get going…do you need help getting to class?”, Cal quickly took out this piece of paper from his pocket…it looked like his schedule. His shiny green eyes scanned the paper, his eyes flickering between me and that paper. “Yeah…where’s…256?”,I pointed my finger up to the ceiling. “It’s just upstairs…5th door down the hall to your left…”, Cal smiled and nodded. “Thanks! See ya around…”, He left in a jiffy, taking a short cut up through the stairwells. I came back over to Britney with her having a smug look on her face. “What?”, I asked her. She only shook her head in disbelief and chuckled. “We need to get to class…don’t get any ideas…”, I chuckled too, reminiscing on the moment that just happened. “Okay! Alright…you’re right, I DO need to get to class…will I see you later?”, “Yeah…”, She replies quickly as she hugs on me lightly before making her way down the hallway.

*TIMESKIP: TO THE END OF THE DAY*

The bell finally rung—letting us know it’s time to go home! I rushed out my class and down to the lobby area where I see tons of people were trying to leave the school. I looked among the crowd to try to spot Britney—maybe even Cal! Nothing but random people. I walked down the stairs and was about to leave when I heard a voice call out. “Lauryn! Over here!”, I quickly turned, trying to find who was calling me. I made my way out of the crowds and in the open I see Cal standing nearby, leaning against a pillar. I walked up to him, not helpin myself as I wrap my arms around his neck to embrace him. He stiffened a bit but relaxed into my gesture, hugging me back. “I was looking for you!”, I finally said, releasing myself from him. He looks to the floor, blushing ever so lightly before looking back to me. “Really? I didn’t mean to worry you…”, I only smiled to him in reaction. “It’s nothing…I’m fine…”, Cal chuckles slightly at my answer but his smile soon fades as he straightens up to notice someone was coming. I looked to where he was looking, seeing a group of guys coming over…those same guys that bombarded him from this morning. “YO! Cal! What’s good!”, One of the guys greeted him with the “guy handshake”. “Hey! Umm, aren't you guys gonna leave? What are you doing here?”, Cal had asked, seeing the gut shake his head.

“Naw bruh! I take the city bus…we’re just waitin’ around, y’know? We were actually on our way to go smoke some weed…wanna come with?”, I see the guy look to me, having that look of “what the hell are you doing here?” before looking back to Cal, waiting on his answer. Cal looks over to me, not knowing if he should go or not. To help him out, I slightly shook my head, quickly eying to the floor as some guys from the group were looking at me funny. Cal looks back at the guy, sighing. “Sorry guys…maybe next time?”, Cal holds out his hand for him to take. The guy instantly accepts it. “It’s alright man, take your time…I know you’re new and everything but you gotta adapt at some point…just lemme know when you wanna smoke…”, Cal only nods his head in response as the guys finally leave out the doors. During all this time, Britney never came around. She probably took a short cut and didn’t even bother coming to say goodbye to me! Cal noticed my mood and gave me a soft nudge. “You okay?”, I quickly looked to Cal’s shiny green eyes, nodding my head as I smiled faintly. “Yeah…I’m good…can I ask a quick question?”, Cal nods for me to proceed. “Is it alright if we be friends?”, Cal’s face lights up, nodding his head. “Sure! I don’t mind! Are you, uhm, about to leave?”, I have a nod to him, noticing him leaning back against the pillar. “What about you?”, I asked, slightly confused on why he’s handing around here.

Cal smirks slightly as he crossed his arms. “Don’t worry about me…my uh…uncle—he’s coming to pick me up…”, I looked behind me to see most of the crowds of people were outside now. “You’re not gonna wait outside for him?”, I look back to Cal to see him only shake his head. I could understand that he didn’t want to, not wanting to be around that many people while he waits for his ride. I nodded, quietly agreeing with him. I gave Cal one last hug, feeling him hug back, his hands resting on my lower back just under my bag. It was for a good 15 seconds when I released him, feeling the warmth in my cheeks as I gave Cal one last wave before leaving out of the school and to the parking lot where my dad waited.

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I’m glad I was able to meet someone new for a change…this may become more than I expected!

The End?

(Yes there's a part 2 of this! 🤣)

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Cal is ENROLLED at MY College, Littlerock Technical School!

(Using a fake College name for security reasons! Again!)

(Sequel to my first Reality Imagine!)

(What IF I meet Cal Kestis again, but this time we’re older and we’re in college!)

(Just made this last year…wanting to share it of course!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: G for…LOTS OF FLUFF!

I was dreading for this day to arrive. Apparently, for one of my classes, I am forced to go to campus to take this Biology survey of some kind. Even though doing it at home seemed more appropriate, my professor can be very annoying sometimes. I already have my ID badge with me as I step out of the car. I close the door, waving bye to my dad as I watch him drive off. I vaguely remember what my professor had told us in the email she sent a few days ago. I think we had to go to room 143 in building K. I wasn’t counting on it but I pushed all that aside as I marched my way to the front doors of the main campus building. In the main lobby sit two women, having the jobs of being receptionists. I go up, smiling shyly as one of the women notices me and smile back. “Hi! How can I help you?”, I boomeranged the same greeting. “Do you know where room 143 is?”, I see the woman point to the doors behind me. “That is at building D…across the way from here…”, “Thank you…”, “You’re welcome!”, I left out of there, making my way to the building of building D. Along the way, I see a good amount of people outside, especially in the courtyard that I just walked by. I enter the building seeing the room numbers start in the 130s. I walk up these stairs and come upon room numbers that start in the 140s. I walk just a little further to come upon room 143! I enter the room, seeing my fellow classmates and familiar faces I only seen on screen waiting around. Just as I took a seat, the professor walks, greeting everyone with her smile. “Hi everyone! Good morning! I know this may seems out of context for a lot of you, but I would just like to see personally on how your results are on the Biology survey…so please, follow me…”, Everyone gets up at the same time as I take a look to the see the professor leave the room.

We follow her to the computer lab, with people taking their seats. I took my seat, seeing a log in screen displayed on the monitor. Thank goodness I packed my password book with me! “Okay, now, I want everyone to log on and log into our class website, and we’ll go from there…”, I hear everyone type away on their computers as I type away on mines.

*TIMESKIP*

After what seemed like forever, I had finally took that Biology survey! The professor told us this was the only time we would be called to campus. Everything else is back online. I am just exiting the building, walking down this pathway when I notice a familiar guy sitting at this table by himself. Red-gingery hair, lean muscular body, casual dressing. That can’t be. I walk over, each step feeling heavier than the last. Just as I gotten near, the guy swiftly turns around, like as if he was expecting me. He smiles a smug smile. “Stalking’s rude…”, My eyes widen, not believing at who I was looking at. It was Cal Kestis—from Golden Serria High School. “Cal? Is that you?”, I had to asl, still not knowing if it was him or not. The beard he’s currently growing was throwing me off. Cal’s smile widens as he stands to his feet to face me. “Yeah…hey Lauryn!”, Not sure how or why, but I felt butterflies when he said my name. “Wha-what are you doing h-here?”, I stuttered slightly, seeing Cal was taking in amusement of how surprised I was being here right now.

“You know me, just doing college stuff…you?”, I nod in response, gesturing out my arms. “I’m doing college stuff too…I’m actually chasing a degree that deals with office stuff…”, Cal raises his brows slightly. “Really! Huh…well, hopefully you get your degree…I’m rooting for you…”, I smile, feeling shy as I look to the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “Thanks…are you by chance chasing anything?”, Cal rubs his neck in a nervous manner as he sits back down on the bench of the table. “Just a certificate in Welding…it’s nothin’ special…”, “Cool! You’ll be done in no time…”, Cal looks up to me, smiling widely. “Heh…yeah…true that…are you about to leave?”, I look behind to see some people from my class were walking to the special parking deck Littlerock Technical School had built recently. “I mean…kinda…I’m about to call my parents actually for them to come pick me up…my dad to be exact…”, Cal stands up from the table, grabbing a hold of his bag laying near his feet.

“Well, I can take you home…if you want me to…”, Now I feel my heart start to race. Take me? Home? In a car? My parents will freak the second that they hear I’m coming home in a stranger’s car! Not that Cal’s a stranger. I look to him, scrunching my eyebrows at him. “What, you drive or something?”, Cal takes out his keys from inside his bag, jiggling them in front of me. I can’t help but smile faintly. “Hmm—can you show me…?”, “Sure, follow me…”, Cal starts to walk on ahead, with me following after him, all the way to the parking deck. He takes out his ID card as I take out mine as well to show the guard lady as she had let us through. Cal takes hold of his keys, pressing on this button to make his car unlock, with the car making a beeping sound. I stand in front of it, noticing it was a black Jeep crossroad mix. I stand there to watch Cal open the door to toss his bag inside. He quickly closes it as he comes up to me, seeing I was in a trance. He helps by knocking me out of it, nudging my arm, with my face feeling like it’s on fire.

“You gonna call your parents or what?”, “Oh! Yeah! That! Sorry…”, I quickly take out my phone, calling my mom to see if she would pick up. A few rings in my ear and she does. After the mildly irritating conversation I had with her, she becomes forthright and allows me to come home in a “familiar friend’s” car. And of course, she tells me this will be only a one-time thing. I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket, turning around to face Cal, who had a worried look on his face the whole time. “So? What did she say?”, “She said it’s okay!”, “Alright! Let’s go…”, Cal goes to the driver’s side, hopping in as I follow after, into the passenger’s side. Just as he starts the engine, my heart starts to race a little again. I look over to Cal, who was so seemingly calm. I haven’t seen Cal in YEARS, and this is how he repays me—by taking me home. During the drive, I couldn’t take my eyes off his new haircut. “I see you trimmed your head a little…”, I see Cal stopped at this red light we came upon as he quickly combs through his hair. “Do you like it?”, “Of course! Yeah! It suits you!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own answer as Cal laughs along with me.

Going down the highway, I was keeping my eyes glued for the exit. At the halfway point, that’s when I noticed it. “Here! Turn here!”, Cal nods to me, making the turn. I glance around to see I was right for making that turn as I could see the side shops and the mall just down the road. I directed him a few more times until I noticed we were getting close to my home. Just pulling up and into the driveway, Cal takes out this piece of paper and hands it to me. “Here’s my number—so we’ll keep in touch…”, I calmly take it from him, trying to refrain myself from screaming. “Thanks…I’ll uh…try to text you when I can…”, Cal smiles as he exists the car, walks over to my side, and opens the door for me like a gentleman would. I step out, not helping myself as I hug on him around his neck. He was stiff for a moment, ut he was able to hug me back, around my middle. I release myself from him, smiling to him as I feel warmer than usual in my cheeks as Cal smiles back. He gets back into his Jeep mix, waving goodbye one last time as I watch him pull away and drive off, hoping I cross paths with him again. Someday!

The End!

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OMGOSH!!! I remember having and making this story of Cal...where I involved my irl friend--who's barely around anymore...I got no friends... :(--and she was invited to this party, and I was invited along with her and Cal became a butler and a bodyguard for the both of us...he even acted like one??? Lol

He took us to and fro from the party...Purge Troopers invaded my friend's place...we all escaped together...and my friend ends up joining me and the Mantis crew! I only remember the title and I tilted it, "Cal the Gentleman"! It's a really fun story and I wish I hadn't deleted it...I would make it, but it seems so weird to me now...not sure why...it felt good to make it back then...

I also made this story of Cal where he had an evil twin brother who's an Inquisitor...of course got separated from birth and is now discovering that he has a twin brother...I created his name but I completely forgot it...I think it was Kevon, something like that....part of me wants to recreate it somehow but I wouldn't know where to begin!!!

If you would like to read those stories, PLEASE tell me and I may go ahead and do them! If I can just remember the plots between them more!

Cal Kestis & Aloy: A Crossover story!

(Horizon Forbidden West X Star Wars Jedi Survivor)

(LONG!)

Rating: PG-13 for…brief action, brief violence and fluff!

Cal slowly wakes up tied up to this wooden post. He takes upon realization that he was captured. His eyes adjusted to see three armored men surrounding him. They were Tenakth. He takes note of them wearing the same-colored armor. “From a tribe? Of some kind?”, a thought goes through his mind. One of the Tenakth soldiers slowly steps up and points a spear at him. “You’re not from here, outlander…so you best start talking!”, Cal flinches a little as he stares at the spear. “Easy…I don’t mean any harm!”, Before the Tenakth solider could do anything, an arrow comes flying into his skull. Cal flinches at the sight as he watches him fall to the ground. The others quickly met their fate as well as Cal looks over to see who had saved him. Approaching was a red-haired woman….red hair just like his but lighter and longer. A slender figure along with a weapon of a bow in her hands. It was the famed Machine hunter, Aloy.

She comes up to take notice of Cal, being wary as she takes an arrow, slinging it onto her bow as she aims it at him. “Who are you?”, She asked, her voice sounding demanding. Cal tries his best to keep a brave face on. “I’m Cal…Cal Kestis…”, Aloy lowers her bow upon hearing his name. “Aloy. You’re from around here?”, Cal slowly shakes his head. “Not exactly…”, Aloy only nods as she puts up her bow and arrow, going over to release his restraints. Cal stands to his feet, dusting himself off. “I uh…lost my way…I was hoping you could help me…”, Aloy smiles faintly. “Of course!”, She gestures her arms out. “This is the desert…nearby is a camp…a camp called ‘Camp Nowhere’…”, Cal couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s an actual camp called ‘nowhere’?”, Aloy nods, chuckling along with him. “Yeah…I thought the same thing…”,

Aloy starts walking ahead. “I can lead you there…and then you can go from there wherever you came from…”, Cal quickly catches up to her to stop her. “Wait. I’m looking for someone…a droid…his name is BD-1…”, Aloy’s brows furrow in confusion. “A droid?”, Cal nods. “Yeah…he’s sort of like the Machines around here…just very small and harmless…”, Aloy takes note as she steps closer to him. “When did you last see him?”, Cal gestures behind him. “We were exploring this forest…near this watchtower…we were…in a little skirmish with those…Tenakth rebels…I tried to stop them, but they took BD before I could…”, Aloy nods in understanding. “You were near a Tenakth rebel base of the lowland clan…seems like they dragged you all the way here…to the desert clan…”, Cal looks to the ground, soaking in the information that she just told him.

His mind was beginning to race. Aloy takes notice as she reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. “I can help you find your droid…but I’m needing to resupply first…will you come with me?”, Cal looks back at her as he nods firmly. “Yeah…I guess along the way you can show me around…”, Aloy nods, smiling faintly as she gestures for him to follow. “Let’s go…”, Cal follows right after her as they come upon Camp Nowhere. Nearby was an overridden Machine, a Charger, as Aloy quickly and effortlessly hops onto it. Cal stares in disbelief, wondering how she was able to tame a Machine like that. Of all Machines in general. Aloy extends her hand to him. “Come on…it’s okay…we’re heading to my base…”, Cal stares at her hand before grabbing it, hauling himself onto the Machine as his arms wrap around Aloy’s waist for leverage. They both were able to make it to the base, with Cal taking in the sights and scenery along the way.

Upon arriving, Cal hops off the Machine to find a small climbable wall that leads up to the entrance of the base. Aloy goes up to that wall as she starts climbing. “Come on…this way…”, Aloy beckons him. Cal watches her make it to the top as he climbs after. Entering the base, two of Aloy’s teammates, Erend and Zo, were sitting in the lounge, tooling away on their Focuses. Zo shuts hers off as she quickly stands to take notice of Aloy approaching. She smiles at her. “Aloy…you’re back…”, She glances over to Cal who was behind her. “…and I see we have a guest…”, Aloy nods as she gestures to Cal. “Zo…Erend…this is Cal…”, Erend shuts off his Focus as he stands to his feet. “Hey…how ya doin’?”, Erend extends his hand to Cal as he quickly takes it. “Hey…”, He greets the same greeting with Zo, with her smiling and nodding to him in acknowledgement. “It’s nice to meet you Cal…what brings you here?”, Cal looks over to Aloy, wanting to know if it was okay to tell them as Aloy gives him the okay.

Cal looks back as he explains, with Aloy going over to restock her supplies before walking back over. Zo looks to Aloy as she asks, “Is there any way we could help?”, Aloy quickly nods. “Just stay here and be sure to keep tabs on any Tenakth soldiers that are on patrol or that come nearby…”, Both Zo and Erend nod in unison as Aloy starts heading out of the base with Cal following after. Cal’s feet hit solid ground as he takes a look in his surroundings. “So…where do we go?”, Aloy hops onto the overridden Charger Machine as she looks to him. “Well, we go find your droid…where the Lowland clan is…”, Cal nods. “I’m asking when I find my droid…can you…give me a tour?”, Aloy can’t help but smile. “I would love to…but first thing’s first…”, Cal agrees with her as he hops onto the Machine, his arms wrapping around her as they both travel to where the lowland clan is, in the swamp. They stop by this village, with Aloy hopping off, along with Cal as he stands there to admire the village. Aloy notices as she smiles faintly. “Stay here…I’m going  to ask around to see if anybody has seen Tenakth rebels go by…”, Cal only nods as he watches Aloy make her way into the village.

A few minutes later, Aloy returns, pointing ahead of her. “There’s a camp up ahead…I think your droid is there…”, Cal’s eyes widen slightly. “Really?”, “Yeah, let’s go!”, Aloy swings herself onto the Machine, followed by Cal as they travel up the pathway that leads to the Rebel camp. Upon arriving, Aloy hauls herself off as she creeps up to this wooden post, with Cal following behind. They both peer over to see the camp littered with Rebels. Cal swallows as he looks over to Aloy. “What’s the plan?”, Aloy studies for a moment before glancing over to him. “We take out the Rebels and find your friend…”, Aloy raises a brow. “How skilled are you?”, Cal blinks as he unclips his Lightsaber hilt from his belt. Aloy notices as her eyes widen in curiosity. “What is that?”, Cal smirks faintly. “It’s a Lightsaber…you’ll see how it works in a minute…”, Aloy only nods as she takes her bow, slinging an arrow onto it. “Ready?”, Cal nods at her. “Ready…”, Aloy starts to walk ahead with Cal following after, with Aloy starting to fire some of her arrows towards the Rebels.

Some take notice and retaliate. Cal, with a quickness, ignites his Lightsaber, with it illuminating a  color of blue as Cal uses his Force power to quickly grab one of the Rebels, sticking his blade into them as he does the same to the others. One Rebel with a spear tries to come up and fight Cal but he was quick to dodge, slicing his spear in half. The Rebel was dumbfounded as Cal quickly swings his blade across the Rebel’s chest, quickly ending him. Aloy stands there, her face full of shock. “Wow…that’s cool…remind me not to get your bad side!”, Cal chuckles. “Yeah…”, Aloy chuckles back as she fires her arrows at a few more stragglers until the camp was full of silence. Cal retracts his blade as he walks up to Aloy. “You’re not so bad yourself…”, Aloy smiles at him. “Thanks…”, She then gestures her arms out. “Where’s your friend?”, Cal takes a minute to look around.

“Not sure…”, Aloy only nods as she blips on her Focus, trying to find any signs of his droid. Cal can’t help but be intrigued. “That’s new…”, Aloy looks to him. “Um, yeah…it’s…complicated…I can explain later…”, Cal only nods as he watches Aloy for a moment. Aloy suddenly sees a heat signature in a sealed off shed of some kind as Aloy points to it. “There!”, Cal rushes over to the shed, seeing there was a chain and lock around the handles as he takes his blade, cutting it with ease as he barges in to find BD-1 quirk his little head up to see Cal. He bleeps and hops around in Cal’s presence as he chuckles at this. “Happy to see you too, buddy…”, Aloy is standing by as she sees this moment unfold, smiling faintly, seeing she was able to be of help to somebody. Cal hugs on BD as he hops into his lap, checking him out for a quick second before BD crawls onto his back. Cal stands and turns to look at Aloy, smiling slightly. “You communicate with him?”, Aloy points that out as she watches Cal exit the shed. Cal shrugs. “In a way, yeah…”, BD takes notice of Aloy standing there as he bleeps towards her. Cal chuckles. “He says it’s nice to meet you…”,

Aloy chuckles too. “Yeah…I’m glad I was able to help…”, Cal nods to her. “Thanks, Aloy…”, Aloy nods back to him. “Anytime, Cal…”, Cal looks ahead of him, seeing the exit of the camp. Aloy notices as well, having a feeling that Cal was about ready to go. “Well…I guess you should go on your way…”, Cal looks to her. “What about that ‘tour’?”, Aloy acknowledges him. “If you’re up for it…”, Cal looks to BD over his shoulder, seeing him agreeing to the tour. Cal looks back at her. “Yeah…I guess we are…”, Aloy’s smile widens. “Great…you’ll need this then, since you’re tagging along…”, Aloy reaches into her pocket, pulling out a Focus device as she hands it to him. Cal felt hesitant as he slowly takes it, admiring it in his grasp. “It’s a Focus…a communication device…”, Aloy explains it to Cal as he nods. “A comm link?”, Aloy chuckles. “Yeah…something like that…”, Aloy points to her temple. “Just place it on your temple, like this…”, Cal listens to her as he slowly places it onto his temple.

Lights started to form around him as his eyes widen in surprise. “Wow…”, Aloy’s  smile turns faint. “You’ll get used to it…”, She reaches over to help him disable it for now. “Come on…we should go back to base…”, Cal watches her for a moment before following after, as they were now off back to base where Cal will become a useful member of her team and a helpful companion for the upcoming threat of Nemesis.

The End!

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A Candle in the Dark - 1

↬ fem!reader x cal kestis 

Chapter 1: Crash 🕯︎

Once a padawan before the tragic events of Order 66, you crash on Bracca, thanks to a broken ship piece and the bounty on your head. Pain and suffering were all you knew. You didn’t think Bracca could change that, but the galaxy works in peculiar ways...

✧ Genre: ANGST this chapter is sad (i promise fluff later on)

✧ Media: chapter series

✧ Word Count: 1.9k

!!! Warning tags: star wars stuff - death, violence, blood, swearing. reader deals with ptsd and reader wants to die lowkey - basically reader is going through it. reader gets hurt, details of ship crashing.

 If you aren’t sure you can read this based on these tags - no worries! I have plenty other flufflier works on my masterlist :) <3 Take care, and enjoy ! 

Air filled your lungs in one sweeping motion like a cold, swift river. Your vision lit up with sparks as icy air encompassed your body like a rough blanket. You were alive. You could feel your head recalling the events that led you to where you were as each second passed. Mist sat delicately over your messy hair and bruised, cut body. Your arms and legs shook with shock as the adrenaline slowly left you like a broken faucet.

It felt as though you had woken up from a dream, regaining consciousness and countless thoughts each moment. You turned your head once your body allowed, eyes raking over your legs. Pain shot through your right foot to your head, exploding in your brain at the sight. A massive, oozing red gash adorned your leg, water and blood pooling on the crumpled metal that was once your ship beneath you. 

You could've sworn you could hear the words in your head out loud from how loud your head was pounding. You lifted a timid, shaking hand to your temple, just to make sure this was all real, to ground yourself. You were not ready to touch your leg, but your head felt much worse than you’d imagined and your instincts were begging you to do so. A cold shock seared through you as you felt liquid on your fingers, a viscous crimson sticking to your hair and dripping down my face. You’d hit your head, and hard. The crash had shaken your whole being, and you were in shock you weren't dead. Though you were relieved to keep living, a small part of you didn’t want to. How easy it would've been to let death pick you gracefully from the fallen ship in mangled pieces scattered all over Bracca - to be lifted from the burden of being Force sensitive. 

But that was not your reality. Rather, you were laying uncomfortably; cold, wet, and bleeding out in the pieces of your destroyed cruiser. You had an odd feeling you’d never make it off of Bracca. At least, not easily. You would leave in a similar manner to how you came in. Chaotic, fire-filled, and with destruction…

As you sat, trying your hardest to gain some sense of balance and strength to finally lift yourself, your mind drifted to the actions that resulted in your condition. A broken fucking baffle of all things. You should’ve known repairing one would’ve cost you an arm and a leg. 

Spies, fugitives, scavengers, and scum alike on the run had been using baffles for as long as you knew. It was the oldest trick in the book. Didn’t want your energy signature seen? An engine baffle would make it invisible to others in the galaxy. Yours had been your saving grace until it broke. Which is how you were found, how you were mercilessly shot down, and the reason you found yourself in the middle of a large strip of hard ground on Bracca surrounded by other wrecks and pinces of ships. You nearly blended right in.

You then thought about how you really ended up here. From the beginning. Blasters firing red shots of light held by your once friends, being shot at your other friends. Padawans and Masters both fell, a forceful headache enclosing your body as you tried to take yourself out of the moment. No more.  

You counted in your head, hoping by a miracle you could walk alright, let alone stand. Your hands gripped a piece of steel stuck out to your left, your right hand placed firmly as if the mucky, wet weather of Bracca would allow it. One, two, three. With tense arms you pushed as firmly as your enervated body allowed, groaning in pain as you felt the full force of your bleeding leg try to stand. You braced yourself on a piece of wall, if you could even call it such, leaning against it like you were a small child holding onto your parents legs. Kriff. Your leg hurt. God, did it hurt. Each time you thought the pain would subside, it got worse. The panic of not being able to do anything set hard and fast, as tears dripped from your eyes. You didn’t try to stop them or wipe them away. You just let them fall. You wished you’d fallen like them, from the air, hit the ground…and just disappear. 

The wind nipped your face as you grew colder. Night was approaching as the light grey skies faded to a blueish, darker gray, large packs of clouds dotting over the sky.

It was time to find shelter. You had to move, walk, something. You moved your good leg first, groaning again as you stood straight up. The junkyard in front of you looked like a graveyard. Dark, still, and sad. There was an odd aura in the air that made your stomach swirl. You gulped and took another step, this time on your bad leg, which was not the greatest idea. 

You fell hard on Bracca’s surface, mud squelching as you made a rough impact with the ground. 

“Fuck,” you muttered. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than that when you heard a pair of footsteps that moved to ring throughout your skull. They were heavy but quick, pounding the mud deeper into the ground. You whipped your head around, pushing through the dull, constant pain in your head, and searing one in your leg, holding yourself up pitifully on the wet ground. 

Your eyes met a tall, rust-colored man who was of the Abednedo species. He had beedy eyes that were set far apart on his big face, his nostrils below his small eyes. The dark navy color of his suit nearly made him blend in with what seemed to be the single color of Bracca, if not for his large stature and orange vest. 

His brow bone furrowed as he took in your pathetic position. Legs tangled in the mud, torso twisted towards him with warm blood coating the left side of your face, as it dripped like melted ice cream. You weren't sure if it was the angle you were staring at him, or the way everything around you was spinning, but he looked like his first goal wasn’t to outright kill you. 

Instinct and memories of the last five years flooded your head as you told yourself he would. You were a stranger, no use to him: so you would die. But instead, a look of terror flooded his face as he began his plod to your crumpled body. 

“Hey, you okay?” He spoke timidly, almost as if he was afraid of scaring you. 

You grunted, trying to sit up to ready yourself for god knows what was about to happen to you, when this thick arms shot out as a maneuver to prove himself as an ally. 

“Woah, I don’t wanna hurt you, kid.” You relaxed, or more like slumped out of tenseness from exhaustion, though he didn’t seem to come with ill intent. He bent down next to your sprawled body in the mud, small eyes darting over your form. 

“Geez, you got busted up pretty bad, huh? Let me help you up.” He stood firm and tall, though his gaze didn’t seem the slightest intimidating as he held out a hand to you.

You stared at him for a while, lips in a flat line and eyebrows low, with eyes larger than you meant them to be. You unwillingly reached for his arm and he pulled you up. 

You did not in any way shape or form trust him. You’d meet creatures who’d play nice then turned their back on you after minutes, or even months. You’d met species who embraced their knack for blood, attempting to strike you down right away. You knew he was bad, everyone in the galaxy seemed to be today. But the bliss idea of death cradling you fighting with your aching knee and body caused your shaking arm to reach as pathetically as it could. He would not help you. That was just how it worked after you were forced from Coruscant. But you couldn’t find it in your tired heart or head to care. 

Your forehead tensed horrifically as your whole upper body followed, from your fingernails to your core. Fuck, it hurt to stand, even with a considerable amount of your weight leaning on the Abednedo. He seemed to have no words; yet behind his eyes you could tell how he was truly seeing you in that moment. Pathetic. To him you looked like a sad, injured kitten who needed help. 

In a flash you pushed off him to stand, wanting to do this shit on your own, but your flicker of confidence was doused the second you were straight up, eyes nearly meeting the ground before the man grabbed you with his large arms. 

“Kid, you can’t stand.”

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped. You barely recognised your own coarse, venom-filled voice. 

“Then what should I be calling you?”

Silence.

He sighed as he began walking, your body still leaning into his arm.

“I’m Prauf. This is Bracca, if you didn’t know. I’ve been uh…been working here for a while.” He took your silence as a chance to continue speaking to you, in hopes to distract the searing pain in your body. 

“We uh, used to rebuild these things.” He gestured out to the hundreds of shipwrecks and crashed parts surrounding your small path up the large, dark hill of dirt and scrap

“Now we just take 'em even more apart.” Your feet dragged on the gravelly ground, shoes sopping with mud. It felt like you were dragging bricks for feet. 

“I have to tell you, it’s not too exciting here, there’s, uh…not much to do. But you’ll get used to it.” Even the man you’d met less than an hour ago knew you were not getting off this trash planet anytime soon. 

“I need to learn more about you, kid, before the boss comes around. He’s not too fond of newcomers, especially those off-system by the looks of your cruiser.” You gave him a quizzical look, which he understood only half of when he spoke. 

“That’s what happens when you’ve been here for as long as me. I know every ship, cruiser, fighter, and piece that comes in and out of this place. You’ll learn if you haven’t got a knack already.”

“What makes you think I’ll work?” 

You'd expected the man to make a quip at you for finally speaking. Something like, “Ah, she speaks.” But you were learning that wasn’t that kind of person. Instead, he laughed lightly, air pushing from his far set nostrils. 

“Well that’s all there is to do here. You wanna fix that nasty gash on your head, you're gonna need some medical supplies and a place to stay. They won’t hand it to you without something in return.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“And I don’t think you are. You seem like one tough kid.”

“Y/N.” Your name escaped from your lips in a mumbled, but Prauf’s acute senses picked up on your single word.

He smiled slightly, slowing his pace as he gazed down at you. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

A Candle in the Dark - 2

↬ fem!reader x cal kestis

Chapter 2: Missing Pieces 🕯︎

After resting at Prauf’s, you get started as your first day being a Scrapper. Who knew there was more than one decent person on this planet?

✧ Genre: a bit of angst, pretty general

✧ Media: chapter series

✧ Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Reader finally meets a certain readhead... 

!!! Warning tags: swearing, reader is going through it. reader is still really hurt, mentions of food, broken leg, sexy readhead

If you aren’t sure you can read this based on these tags - no worries! Please please do not :) I have plenty other flufflier works on my masterlist :) <3 Take care, and enjoy !

You’d never more badly wanted to ask a question you knew you shouldn’t. You wouldn’t like the answer - there was no doubt in your mind. You didn’t want to admit that you were too prideful on what you thought you knew about people, about the galaxy. Even with your leg sat on another chair and your left shoulder steady on Prauf’s table in his kitchen, you held the side of your forehead while questions spilled out from the top like your head was overflowing. 

What you nearly hated more than the question that was burning in your throbbing skull was how well Prauf seemed to understand you. Whenever he looked or talked to you, your brain felt like it was being intruded on. It was as if his eyes were two beady microscopes, peering deeply into your eyes, all the way down to your soul. 

In Prauf’s mind, you were a person. A young girl alone, who most importantly, needed help. In yours, you had the experience of a person-lived-in twice and you more certainly did not need anyone’s help. You lived the last five years of your life alone. Well not completely, someone was always on your tail. Someone always wanted you, it wasn’t an unfamiliar circumstance or feeling, to be wanted. But to you, to be wanted was to be taken. To be captured, tortured, mamed, and beaten for - fun, information, or until your soul left your body and your pulse stopped beating.

Prauf was close to stepping out of his small home when he sighed. You were passed out on the table, head laying on the edge with a supporting arm, your other draped off the surface of the place he normally ate alone. Your injured leg still layed on the chair a foot or so away from you. Your other leg coiled into the chair with the rest of your body like it was the most comfortable place to rest in the galaxy. An empty glass once filled to the top with cool water sat near your head, and Prauf couldn't find the pain medicine he’d left you before he went off to bed. He’d seen you fall asleep last night, not wanting to wake or move you anywhere that could be more comfortable. You were finally at peace, the aura of nerves once seeping from your everything had disappeared. 

The peaceful scene in front of Prauf was short-lived as a large ship flew above his home, shaking the house like it was a faulty vending machine. Your head shot up as the table shook and you began to stand, adrenaline pumping through your veins instantly. Prauf reached out a hand, not to touch you, but as if to say, “it's alright.” The plane passed as you stared up at the ceiling like you had x-ray vision. 

“I was just about to wake you.”

“How stable is this place?” 

“Stable enough.” Prauf moved to the small cupboard ahead of you.

“Why don’t you eat something then we can head out for today?” 

Your stomach rumbled at his words. Maker, you were hungry. You nodded stiffly, causing him to toss a ration bar to you. 

As it landed in your hand, the burning question you’d thought of since the minute Prauf reached an arm to you in your crashed ship rang in your head again. You ate cautiously, but eventually gave up as you scarfed it down. You were feeling a lot better from the night before, though your leg was aching a slight bit less now, your head was now searing in pain. You just then noticed the bacta patch and bandage that was set in front of you. Kriff, bacta was so rare these days. And expensive. That's it. 

“Why are you helping me?” You stood this time, anyone who didn’t know of your injuries would think you had none the way your face stayed in one unmoving expression. Your question came off as harsh, but you weren’t giving in that easily to trust. You knew damn well there was no medic here; no doctors, no hospitals, no places of safety, of healing. This was quite literally the best thing anyone could do for you on Bracca. But why?

Prauf sighed, hands at his side as he moved them to his hips. He did the thing again, looking into your soul. You hated how he seemed to do it so easily. “You're a young woman, Y/N. You gotta move on from this place eventually and find your destiny.”

There was no way that was the end of it. He couldn’t…the last time anyone had shown you kindness was over five years ago. Kindness, friendship, and trust were no longer in your vocabulary. You tried not to be moved by his words, and you didn’t show it on the outside at least, though they did tug slightly at your heart. 

“I will pay you back.” Your voice was firm, it was not a maybe. Prauf understood, nodding as he unlatched the door. 

Stepping outside into a temperature nearly as cold and swamp-like as inside with a sky dim as the house’s walls made your heart jump. You suddenly fell into a memory of Coruscant, the first place you could remember living. The rooms you resided in were cool, but not too cold. It was a temperate that kept your senses keen. Stepping outside, your skin met the warm sun and you could feel the slight breeze, however artificial. It might've been static compared to other planets, but it was also diverse. Bracca was like one long, straight line of the same thing. 

The air was cold, the only difference from inside was the light rain. You stiffened in an attempt to stop your shoulders from shaking. You trudged down uneven, cracked steps to where you were assuming Prauf worked. It wasn’t a long journey, but god was it a confusing path. You took it back - Bracca was not like a straight line. You moved over hunks of mamed metal scraps, jumped from mud to landstrip, and finally, you landed in front of a large, open structure. Lights hung and buzzed everywhere like alarms, the orange light already making your head hurt. 

It was still raining, and it was picking up ever so slightly each minute, so you simply appreciated the roof over your head. As your feet followed Prauf’s to an official looking area in the Guild, you realized how appreciative you really were of what he’d done. He could have easily walked past you like you weren't even there. Worse, he could’ve taken your ship apart while you laid crumpled in it, your poor body giving up. You shook the thought from your head, grabbing at Prauf’s shoulder as the words escaped your lips before you could think.

“Thank you.” You attempted a meager smile, though it looked rather awkward. Prauf retired your expression and words with a kind smile, the sort you were trying to emulate. 

He nodded, understanding how hard that must’ve been for you to say. 

“I’m just glad you’re alright, Y/N. You gave me a scare when you were knocked out for so long.” You looked up at his face, quirking your head.

“What do you mean? I just slept like normal? Isn’t it early right now?”

His small eyes got slightly bigger as he realized he’d let information he’d wanted to keep to himself slip. A hand reached behind his neck, scratching it nervously.

“You uh…were out for two…nights, Y/N.”

“What?”

“You really think you healed that fast? You’re walking much better than you were two days ago. Good thing, too. You really needed it.” 

You gaped at Prauf, shocked you were out for days. Though it made sense, you guessed - you could walk okay. You had learned to tune out light pain, so walking slowly after what had happened wasn’t the worst thing you’d felt.

Prauf turned from you and opened a small, steel door in front of him. It was rusty, and definitely not the cleanest, a squeaking sound ringing as his large hand twisted the loose knob. Though it was by no means clean, the booth, or office you guessed, was a hell of a lot cleaner than the other parts of the work area. 

“Stay here.”

Prauf disappeared behind the door, and you took the opportunity to look around. The hum of small and large ships passing above, far and near, could be heard. The room was large, the ceiling stretching tall with wires all over the circular build. Sparks flew from a few holes in wires and the clankly walls all around, and your eyes spotted a few workers tinkering with them. 

No more than a minute later, Prauf hunched under the door frame, behind him a teal colored droid that was as dirty as you probably were. 

“This is her, chief.” 

The foreman droid twisted its head to you, its body and arms following a moment later. 

“She can start working with scrapper 478-G. Send her down.” The droid’s voice was gravely, like it was an old model, which matched perfectly with its physical condition.

“Wait,” It spoke again, returning to its room. You looked at Prauf, almost for guidance, asking subtlety what the droid was doing. Prauf raised his shoulders, shaking his head. The droid returned a moment later, a deep navy poncho in his hands. He held it out to you, your timid, cold hands thankful as you grabbed the piece of clothing. It was frayed, old, and definitely had been previously owned, but none of that mattered. It was a thick material, and was slick as well. It warmed you, and you were glad it would also keep some of the rain from the clothes on your body - the only ones you owned. 

“You’re ready now.” You could feel the droid stare at you, though it didn’t have eyes. You nodded one, before it spoke again. “Wait.”

You rolled your eyes, turning again to face it.

“Scrapper 478-G is gone. You will be stationed here with Rigger 1004-B.” 

“I don’t know if she can do rigging yet, boss.” 

“She will learn.” The droid turned away, leaving you both as he went back into his cave.

“A rigger? I thought you guys were scrappers?”

“We are. They’re pretty similar. Riggers just uh…well it's a bit harder. Pays better, though. You gotta get stuff in the hard to reach places.”

You stiffened, hoping Prauf couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating. You’d done stuff much riskier and more dangerous than this job. It wasn’t even comparable. But you’d never been here. And you had a near broken leg. You hadn’t had to follow many rules for a while, and you hoped the pressure, and pain, wouldn’t crack you.

“Hey, you’ll be okay Y/N. I mean, I’m a rigger. And hell, I’m a lot less nimble than you are.” Nimble was not the word that came to mind to describe yourself since you arrived in Bracca. More like slow and in pain. But Prauf was right. Though your build was smaller compared to his, you were quite strong.

Prauf began climbing the ladder to your next destination. It hung from the entrance, and went up a long way. It made you dizzy to crane your neck up so high. You pulled yourself up, your arms doing most of the work. When you focused too much on climbing, you could feel the pain. Your leg still hurt like a bitch. The rest of you hurt as well too, but all you could focus on was your stupid, hurting leg. Yet it didn’t stop you from climbing like your life depended on it. Which in the long run - it did. You hoisted yourself up as you spotted Prauf walking to a crouched worker ahead of you. You came up beside him and watched the rigger turn around. He had fiery orange hair, matching the orange patches near the top of his poncho that was also on yours and Prauf’s. He took out his headphone and removed a gas mask covering his face with grimy hands. 

“Cal, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be your problem until the boss decides where to put her.”

The boy smiled slightly at you, reaching his hand to yours. You were confused for a second or two, but finally raised your hand to shake his. You couldn’t recall the last time someone had shown you a nice gesture before Bracca. Maybe it wasn’t such a trash place afterall.

“We just had a Separatist ship land here before I found you,” Prauf spoke above you, “It’ll be good money.”

The rigger waved at Prauf as he left, the Abednedo giving you one last smile. 

“Here, I’ll uh…” Cal looked around the cargo, the two of you alone in the open dome shaped room with sparks still coming from wires. “I’ll show you around. The job is kinda different everyday. Do you have any experience?”

“No.”

Cal’s eyebrows furrowed as he tongue darted to the corner of his lips. Your eyes spotted a scar that cut into his eyebrow, as your eyes trailed over his face to the next. One along his nose, and one from his jaw down his neck. He noticed your eyes, his hand reaching to his neck to cover one. 

“So…how’d you end up here?” He asked, moving back to where he was working on the sparked wires. 

“Ship crash.” Your voice was quiet. It was your turn to distract him with questions before he got too curious. “What do we do here, exactly?” You already knew the answer. 

“We mainly break down starship wreckages and sell whatevers of value to the Empire.” His hands trailed along the drill, switching and flicking buttons before drilling into the piece he was working on. 

He stopped suddenly, the drill falling from his hands with a thud on the metal floor that rang into your ears, drowning out any other sound. He huffed, and looked at you, his eyes wide in alarm. He quickly came down from his odd gesture with a sigh. He cleared his throat before asking, “Do I know you? Have we met before?”

“What? No, I've never met you.” This boy was starting to freak you out. What the hell was wrong with him? Suddenly you felt a strong ripple in the Force, something you hadn’t used or purposely dove into for a very long time. A blue lightsaber wielded by a figure with red hair flashed once, making you gasp.

“Are you okay?” Cal asked. What the fuck.

“Fine. Just my head. I…I hit it pretty bad when I crashed.” 

His forehead wrinkled in sympathy as he spoke. “Well, in a couple days you’ll be able to buy some stuff to patch it u—”

“What the hell are you doing, rigger? You think we pay you to mess around? Who’s this?” A large, weird looking man had come from another entrance in the open structure. 

Cal looked confused, but stood his ground, his shoulders set higher as his posture improved almost miraculously. 

“This is Y/N. This is her first day on the job.” His voice was monotonous, much more notably so in comparison to how he was just talking to you.

The gruff man came up close to your face, making you scowl as your eyes squinted at his.

“Listen up. I don’t give a crap about how you got here or who you are. You're alone and you wanna live, right?

Oh you did not like this guy. But you weren’t dumb, this was the only way to make credits on Bracca since the purge. You nodded. Talking to this guy would waste what little energy and patience you had left.

“Good. Then get your ass up and work.” 

He stormed off, disappearing down the later you’d come up on. 

Cal sighed, apparently sharing your feelings for the man.

“What’s his deal?” you muttered to yourself.

Cal snorted, continuing with his work.

“He just got promoted a few days ago and is on a power kick, since he’s no longer one of the little guys. He doesn't really do much, though. Just walks around to check on us.”

“So what, all of us risking our necks for the bosses?” You were partially joking, though you knew it was true. 

“The pay isn't as good as it was during the Republic. Or that’s what Prauf always says. Now, we get paid just enough to get by.”

“Are you and Prauf…”

“Yeah, we’re friends. He’s a pretty nice guy.”

You nodded lightly, “He is.”

That word was one you hadn’t heard in a while. The last friends you had turned their backs on you or were dead. It wasn’t something you were jumping to make after…

Cal tilted his head towards the deeper part of the hangar. “Follow me.”