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A Royal Escape

↬ Cal Kestis x Princess!Reader ♥

✧ Genre: fluff, a little angst from fighting, lots of action, & cute protective cal :)

✧  Word count: 2.4k

✧  Warnings: Normal star wars stuff, ex: killing stormtroopers

↬ fem! reader

✧  Summary: Taken and trapped in an Imperial base on the planet Kashyyyk, you’re hopes are low. They’re even lower the more you think about how long it’s been since you’ve seen any Jedi...

A foreign sound swished about and slashed through thick surfaces outside your highly guarded cell, disrupting your tossing and turning as you tried to sleep…but nothing had ever woken you like this. A beam of blue light shone like heaven itself coming closer to you in the dim, echoing, cell halls. The commotion, blasters, buzzing, and screams grew louder as you sat up right.

The guards surrounding your cell let out shrieks of pain like you’d never heard, collapsing as a blue ray sliced through each of them. Silence fell on the boy wielding the weapon in front of you. He fiddled with a fallen trooper’s belt and leaned towards your cell door, swinging it open. 

“Princess Y/N,” he breathed heavily, his chest rising up and down.

“Are you alright, your highness?” His sprightly eyes swept over your soft, pale blue robes. You observed him with stunned eyes leering on the white piles of stormtrooper behind him, your face still turned towards his.

“You…” you whispered thoughtfully, “you’re a Jedi.”

He nodded. “Yes, I was sent here by General Kunjo to rescue you.”

“I…” You hadn’t seen a Jedi in years. It felt like an eternity. The last Jedi you had seen was a woman who watched over you while in your palace on Naboo as a young child. You knew Order 66 had executed all…or maybe it was most of, the Jedi. The possibility that one was standing in front of you was almost impossible - but the kind shimmer in his blue eyes and the small sliver of hope inside of you convinced you he was telling the truth. The skillful way he held his lightsaber like it was a part of him definitely helped.

He reached for your hands while you stood staring silent, hunkering down slightly.

“We have to get out of here, okay? I can explain everything once we're out. C’mon, um— your majesty.”

Air pushed from your nose as you stiffened a light laugh, the corners of your mouth turning up as some of the tension in the air evaporated. 

“Though I do appreciate it, you may drop the formalities, Jedi…” 

“Cal…Kestis.” he spoke flatly, his mind preoccupied as he followed close behind you, eyes darting around the halls and corners. He glanced over his shoulder one last time as he stepped to stand directly in front of you.

You finally noticed a small droid sitting on his back. It’s head tilted as it beeped and booped quietly like a small pet.

“Shh, not now, BD-1. And no, don’t say stuff like that. Besides, I’m a Jedi, remember.” The droid beeped sadly in response, and you never in your life wished you’d known Droidspeak than in this moment.

You kept close to Cal, fear began bubbling around in your stomach the longer you tip-toed behind the Jedi. You hoped the exit was near and the troopers wouldn’t serve too much trouble, or that they just wouldn't be there at all. 

The ladder option seemed absolutely laughable as BD-1 sliced the door in front of you cracking it open swiftly. The air rushed through your hair as your eyes darted over more than twenty troopers stationed low, high, far, and extremely up close. One so close, that Cal used his hand to push you back to the safety of the small room you’d been in before, as your back hit the wall. It didn’t really hurt, but you’d noticed his hands hadn’t even touched you. The Force. A long forgotten feeling of happiness bloomed in your chest. It was short lived though, as you watched the Jedi ignited his lightsaber as he swiveled through two troopers, slicing one a bit further in hopes to distract the other two from yourself. One fumbled, caching himself then turning towards Cal. He shot his blaster hastily as Cal reflected the bolt of red, boomerang it right into the trooper's head. Before you could hear the sound of the stormtrooper’s head hitting the ground, the remaining one reached back towards you, grabbing your arm with a steel grip. You pulled and pulled, but there was no getting the trooper off of you. He gripped your other arm, pinning you down as your back met the chipping, metal floor with a booming thud.

The Jedi was reflecting blasters left and right outside the doors in front of you, taking down the men one by one before he turned back with panicked eyes.

“Cal!” You yelled as best your lungs allowed. They felt like they were being crushed into the ground. 

“Y/N!” He cried out, kicking the white armored guard off of you with a grunt. Cal sat on top of him, twirling his saber once before igniting it and pushing a hole through his chest in one swift motion.

“Are you—” before the Jedi could finish, you grabbed the blaster from the stormtrooper’s belt, holding the gun in your hand which had a familiar weight to your blaster back home. You’d had quite a bit of practice in your free time as you’d grown up. 

You ducked behind the door and peeked out, spotting one remaining trooper on the roof making his way to the stairs to get the two of you. You turned swiftly, the gun steady in your hands as you followed his body, shooting a single shot to his head. He fell with a pathetic scream, his body limp on the stairs.

Cal stood beside you, his eyebrows shooting up as his open mouth curved into a small smirk. He tilted his head, “Impressive. You’re pretty good with that thing.”

You raised your eyebrows back, smiling shortly before strolling out. There were a few more troopers on the level the two of you had walked out on, cool air blowing through your robes. Cal sliced through two as you shot another. He smiled back at you, ushering you to move towards him. 

Before you stepped forward, you heard feet hitting the ground quickly from back inside.

“Cal there’s more!” He jumped forward, slicing one as three more ambushed him, barely noticing you. You focused, steadying your hands again as you aimed at the first, hitting him right in the chest. Cal took out one. Two were still on him. The second was so close to your Jedi savior you almost didn’t shoot. But he wasn’t a normal trooper with a blaster, he was a scout trooper. He held a glowing electric staff, and Cal was hunkered over from the shocks set from his feet to his head. 

You breathed in loudly, holding it as you shot. Yes. 

The trooper fell as you ran to check on the Jedi.

“Are you okay?”

He still had a hand on his stomach, his eyebrows crumpled, but he started up at you the way you had when you first laid eyes on him only minutes ago. Wonder.

Cal had heard you were pretty tough and could take care of yourself just fine, but he honestly wasn’t expecting you to be that good. You’d saved his life. And he was going to get you off this stupid, Imperial controlled planet. 

He nodded. “Thank you. We need to get you out of here.”

“We need to get us out of here.”

The coast was clear as you ran to the edge of the landing area. But there was a problem. In front of you, the edge of the cold Imperial colors ended, replaced with a long, large hole of fog. You could barely see past it, but you knew Kashyyyk well enough that it was far.

How did he get in here?

Cal stood a little too close to the edge for your comfort. His eyes landed on a long vine in the middle of the large, gaping ravine right below his feet. 

He turned around. “Okay, you stay,” he walked back towards you, pointing a bit closer to the edge than where you stood, “right here.”

Your face questioned him, but your mouth refused to open.

“I’m gonna jump and grab that, and when I swing back, grab onto me.

“What!? Are you crazy?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“It’s how I got in here and it’s how we’re getting out,” he said in a surprisingly calm voice. 

You shook your head, your brows tightening nervously. 

“I’ve done this loads of times before. We’re gonna do this and then we’ll be out.”

You nodded frantically.

While you were busy pretending this was all a sick dream, an ear piercing noise lurched from the vine covered speakers on the Imperial base.

All guards to the left port take off strip and attack. Bring back the girl alive. Kill the Jedi.

The monotonous message repeated a few times, but you weren’t sure if that was the nasuanting echo in your head or in real life. 

You watched as Cal’s eyes wided for less than a second before a look of determination wiped off his scared one. He ran, no, sprinted faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move towards the vine. He leaped as his feet hit the edge, gripping the rope as he began to swing. 

He swung back and forth once, slowly.

The doors behind you opened.

He swung a second time. 

You heard feet, far too many to count, on the ground.

He swung a third time. 

The sound of electricity buzzing behind you made your arms shake in fear, but you couldn’t turn around. Cal finally swung back close enough to get you.

You reached as long as your arms allowed, gripping onto the boy and he fastened an arm around your back. The journey was short, and frankly terrifying even with your eyes closed. 

You felt his grip lose the rope as he breathed out heavily and your legs hit the ground.

He grunted, standing up one knee at a time as his droid beeped. He laughed momentarily, bringing a hand to yours. His strong arms pulled you up. 

“He says you’re brave. Even he didn’t like swinging at first.”

You huffed out a laugh, staring back at the defeated, frankly pissed troopers behind you. They had failed in keeping you in their quarters, and more importantly, in killing a Jedi. You could only imagine the fate they would be sentenced to. You cringed at the thought, following Cal up the rough green hill, trying to admire the lush trees and flora around you.

The walk, to what you were assuming was the Jedi’s transport, was not terribly long. You’d definitely made longer journeys, but it felt short as you both spoke and laughed, BD-1 joining in occasionally. 

The Mantis, as Cal has told you, came into your view over a wide hill. It was long and shiny, in the shape of a large ‘L’. 

Cal fiddled with his comms before speaking, “We’re back, Cere.”

“Thank the Maker you didn’t get yourself killed,” A wise sounding female voice replied from his wrist, “or the princess - who I’m assuming is also in one piece?”

Cal looked over to you. “Yup. Though I’m sure if she’d had the keys to her cell she could've made it back on her own.”

His word choice made you blush. You’d only really ever been complimented on your looks, ability to follow orders, or your ‘royal’ skills, from the day you were born. It felt overwhelming lovely to have someone compliment your physical skills. Especially a Jedi. 

“Well I’m glad you’re both safe.”

As you neared closer, a woman dressed in gray and beige with short hair came towards the both of you. Your mouth opened before she could get a single word in.

“Master Junda…” 

“Hello, Y/N. It’s very nice to see you again.”

“Wait.” Cal stated, confused by the reunion he was extremely unaware of.

Cere and yourself headed towards the ship, Cal trailing the two of you like a lost dog.

“You two know each other?”

“She knew my Jedi guard who protected me on my home planet,” you replied.

“Oh…huh.”

“Small galaxy, huh?” Cere teased, welcoming you into her ship. 

She called out to the pilot, Greeze, and walked to the cockpit, signaling to him to take off.

Cal sat on the bright orange sofa in the main area and you followed.

“Thank you, Jedi.” 

“You may drop the formalities, princess.” he said, smirking. 

You rolled your eyes and sat next to the boy, studying his face before the small droid who’d accompanied you came into your sight.

“And thank you as well, of course.”

It booped excitedly, its cute, robotic voice going low to high. You laughed at the response, sure you don't need to know the language to understand how he was feeling. 

He beeped again, this time in a softer manner, looking questioningly at Cal.

“She doesn’t…you said a lotta stuff back there, how am I supposed to translate it all?”

Your eyes narrowed in curiosity, wanting desperately to know what the droid had said about you. “I was sure he only spoke once while we were on the base...”

The Jedi rolled his eyes and sighed, bringing a gloved hand through his soft looking hair.

He gave a lazy look of annoyance to his droid, who simply booped back like he was laughing, razzing the boy to speak.

“He just said that you are pretty, and that we…” He shook his head away from you as you stifled a laugh, accompanied by a bit of warmth on your face. 

Knowing how nervous Cal was acting in front of you when he wasn’t in his element on the battlefield, all shy and timid, gave you a surge of unexpected confidence. 

“Where’d he heard that from?” Your voiced feigned innocence, an obviously sarcastic tone that even BD-1 picked up on. He raised and lowered his legs quickly, booping as he jumped on Cal’s shoulder, looking from Cal to himself.

“Oh, from him?”

BD nodded.

You smiled. Cal’s hand reached behind his neck, embarrassment laced in his features as he moved awkwardly. 

“Princess,” Cere called, “we're landing.”

You nodded, standing before turning around to look at BD, who had jumped down and take your place next to Cal.

“Well, don’t tell him,” You started, whispering loudly to the droid as Cal watched in adoration as the two of you interacted, “But I think he’s quite handsome as well.” 

You kissed the droid's head and exited the ship, turning around just outside the door as you waved one last time, your mouth outlining the words, thank you. 

Cal’s mouth went in a humble line as he tried smiling. He nodded once and mouthed back, anytime, as a smile broke out onto his face.