The Empire - Blog Posts
Owl House x Star Wars AU
In a galaxy far far away, a rebel cell began to form on the planet Boilosa. The Empire sent a special legion, the Empire Coven as they called themselves, to the planet to cease the “civil unrest.” But all it did was strengthen the resolve of the planet’s residents. So, just like Lothol… a rebellion had begun.
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Main/Important Characters:
Luz Noceda: Daughter of a Order 66 survivor and a retired medical officer, Luz Noceda was born with a unique connection with the force, allowing her to sense things via the nature around her. After an Inquisitor killed her father, Luz began to learn more about the ways of the Jedi, but she wanted to learn her own way and follow her own path. This is what brought her in seeking out a mentor to teach her the ways of the Force and the ways of the Blade and Blaster. Little did Luz know, but this would bring out a whole new rebel cell’s birth.
Amity Blight: Daughter of a human (Alador) and a Nightsister (Odelia), Amity Blight was almost raised to be loyal to the Empire, but her father had other ideas on how to raise their children, so he took them to Boilosa. There, Amity learned more about her heritage and abilities with Dathomir magic. Slowly but surely she became quite skilled with it, especially in the area of summoning Dathomir spirits to her aid. It was actually her summoning spirits that caused her to bump into Luz on one of Luz’s adventures on the planet.
Eda Clawthorne: A Mandalorian that takes care of a young native to the planet (King), Eda Clawthorne, or the Owl Lady, is a very skilled and powerful bounty hunter, taking on even rouge Jedi and high ranking Imperial officials. Thanks to this, she has become quite the target. And Boilosa is the perfect place to hide out. Eda was content on causing the occasional mischief on the planet… that was until Luz the human arrived, claiming she was the daughter of a fallen Jedi and wanted to be trained how to fight. Needless to say, Eda never backs down from a challenge.
King: A young native to Boilosa, King is a very boisterous youngster, but he has a little bit of right to do so. His father was THE Titan, a legendary Jedi that left the order due to conflicting views. Titan believed that some people, even Dark Side users, deserved to get a second chance and a way to redeem themselves, among other beliefs. It was said beliefs that lead Titan to leave the order and start a family, King being his only offspring. Well, King now learns under Eda, and has quite the knowledge of Mandalorian culture.
The Titan/Titan: The legendary jedi who left the order, Titan has become something of a myth on the planet. But he is indeed real and alive, hiding deep in the pits of the planet, meditating in a form of hibernation. And thanks to this, he has become so attuned with the planet, he can manipulate it at will.
Willow: A Nautolan researching the local botany on the planet, Willow is a strong willed scientist and fighter. Bullied during her childhood, Willow strived to prove herself to her dads, her classmates, and above all else.. Herself. And thanks to learning so much about botany and biology, Willow has become a force to reckon with, being able to whip up a bunch of deadly and powerful “potions” with ease.
Gus: A Kel Dor on Boilosa to learn more about holograms and stealth technology, Augustus (Or Gus, as he prefers to be called by) was always treated differently due to his intelligence and skills with hologram technology. But after learning more and more and proving he was doing very well for himself, Gus left his home to Boilosa to experiment and learn. And now he can use the technology to create multiple holograms so perfect to himself and others he can trick any foe with ease.
Hunter: Hunter never knew his parents… probably because he was an unaltered clone of Belos’s deceased rebel brother Caleb. Belos created Hunter to become the ultimate Imperial soldier. Hunter has used every weapon in the Imperial military and flown every TIE Fighter model that made it to high production. But Hunter was a unique clone. He wanted to explore, to learn, to EXPERIENCE normal everyday life. So when Luz revealed to him the treachery of the Empire… and his true origin… he was given that chance to fight for that normal life.
Odelia Blight: Odelia Blight is a money driven marketer. She knows how to use her words to get what she wants, and she usually gets it. So when she joined the Empire, well… she rose through the ranks quickly.
Alador Blight: The husband of Odelia, Alador has forgotten why he married Odelia to begin with. And since leaving with the kids, he’s been keeping busy, repairing and rebuilding battle droids from the Clone Wars to keep his family safe and make some extra cash to get food on the table.
Belos: An Imperial Grand Admiral with deadly ambitions, Belos Whitebane is a pure force of hatred. If he had been connected to the Force, he may have been one of the most powerful Sith Lords… and it was this realization that made Belos connect with Moff Gideon to discuss cloning. Belos would make hundreds of clones of his deceased brother, each slightly altered to convince others of them being just related or it being of coincidence. And when he was ordered to Boilosa, he was ecstatic to begin his true reign of terror with his Empire Coven.
Lilith: Lilith truly believed the Empire was doing something good. As a Mandalorian, she joined the Imperial Navy to bring honor to her family. And she rose quickly through the ranks, commanding entire platoons of Stormtroopers. But when the Empire Coven were ordered to Boilosa, Lilith’s entire world would slowly crumble to reveal the awful tyranny she had spent her life defending.
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Important Story/AU Notes:
The cast would all be mainly the Time Skip ages/”designs.”
Mrs. Noceda is alive and well, no worries there.
Boilosa is a large planet, looking almost exactly like the Boiling Isles, but without giant skeletons.
The planet is home to various creatures, including ones indigenous to other planets.
Boilosa was once a place connected deeply to the Force, and temples dedicated to both the Sith and the Jedi are scattered all over the planet, in addition to the High Republic army bases hidden and the old Clone Wars bases and warehouses scattered as well.
Any conflict on Boilosa was minimal, the best being a firefight in the sky.
The citizens of Boilosa are from various species from across the galaxy.
Amity’s Dathomirian magic is slightly altered due to being partially human, so her magic is purple in color.
Edric and Emira Blight are both more human than Nightsister in appearance.
Story wise, this follows a similar plot of the Owl House (Luz learning magic, exploring the isles, and making friends all the while fighting Belos) but with more exploration, more making allies, and more learning her abilities. The big fights are scattered and altered.
Luz’s lightsaber is basically Stringbean. Purple and that tan-ish blue as the hilt, and yellow being the color of the blade.
Stringbean themself is an Astromech droid with the same spunk as R2-D2 but with a bit more innocence.
Theres a phase one clone trooper helmet in the bar on Lothal !!
(Season 1, episode 8)
luke hull, the production designer of andor, says it is a very visually light show, and he’s not wrong, but it is deeply interesting to me how the brightest and lightest part of andor is the empire. in most other star warses, the empire is depicted as, well, dark; it’s vader’s looming shadow, the grimly lit death star. the empire is a creature of malice and hatred, a Bad force led by the shadowy darkness of palpatine - the empire reflects its morals and character. this is an effective way of queuing in to an audience primed by a lifetime of light versus dark good versus bad metaphors the situation at hand; in anh the tantive is visually very white, vader brings a darkness (literally) in with him. the light in star wars is the rebellion - leia’s pure white dress, mon’s r1 and rotj garb, luke’s white outfit. they are the hope, and so they are the lightest points of the movie. the rebel hq is white, blindingly so - look, you get my point. in andor, however, this is flipped. luthen’s fondor is often shadowy and greyish, mon gives her speech disavowing the empire a primarily grey colourscape, the radio tower to luthen on ferrix is dark, the backroom of the gallery is dark, but the empire is a blindingly sterile white again and again and again. narkina-5, the isb building, dedra’s flat. it’s a very deliberate brightness, one that contrasts with the more naturalistic lighting at play in rebel-led scenes and places; the imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. the empire has to continually signal its presence, has to continually signal what it claims to offer; Light, Order, Reason. it’s an inescapable brightness, a pervasive presence. you can retreat into the shadows but not the light. and at the same time, that pretence is so deeply hollow! there’s a clinical aspect to the light of the empire, a constant oppressive artifice to it; it smothers mon in the embassy, isb uniforms and stormtrooper armour has to be perfectly smooth and pressed, in contrast to the aforementioned rebels. dedra’s torture of bix strips the bright and clinical facade away, revealing the empire not as a medical organisation, treating the illnesses of the galaxy, but as a cruel creature, fed by and greedy for the desire for power and control and harm that those that make it up embody. dedra and the false light of the empire are symbionts; in the light she must be composed (as the empire demands of its subjects), it is only in the dark that she can be vulnerable. the light is more intuitive than the dark, but that is the exact framing that andor’s empire relies upon. it is easier to comply than to resist, but that light is false and cold and will burn you in time.
I love how s2 of Andor shows us how all the sacrifices the Imperial characters make for the Empire are ultimately worthless. Syril, Dedra, and Partagaz all have different variations on the same ending. and to them Krennic is the big bad guy who represents the Empire but then in Rogue One we learn that essentially he’s in the same situation: giving everything to the Empire and it amounting to nothing in the end.
“Cold Wind”
Commander Cody x Jedi!Reader
Post-Order 66, early Imperial Era
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They called her a terrorist now.
Once upon a time, they called her General. Jedi. Friend.
But those days were ash.
The Jedi Order was gone—betrayed by its own soldiers, hunted by the Empire it helped birth, and erased from history like an inconvenient stain. Those who survived scattered like broken glass across the galaxy, hiding in shadows, smothering their light, hoping to live long enough to spark something again.
But not you.
You didn’t run. You didn’t bow. You didn’t hide.
You fought.
A lonely hero. Trying to fight too many battles.
Openly. Proudly. Recklessly, some would say. But you didn’t care. If they wanted to call you a terrorist, then let them. You were dangerous. Not because of your power, but because of your refusal to give up.
You lit your saber like a beacon in the dark. You attacked Imperial convoys. Freed enslaved workers. Raided supply depots. Stole data. Inspired whispers across the Outer Rim.
They posted your face on wanted screens with the words:
HIGHLY DANGEROUS. JEDI TERRORIST. KILL ON SIGHT.
And you laughed. Because for the first time in a long time, you felt alive.
But even fire can burn cold. Especially when you burn alone.
“Life likes to blow the cold wind…
Sometimes it freezes my shadow.”
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The battle on Gorse was a blur of smoke, fire, and screams.
Another raid. Another desperate gamble. But this one wasn’t like the others.
Because he was there.
Commander Cody.
You saw him the moment he stepped out of the dropship. Clad in black-trimmed Imperial armor, a commander’s pauldron on his shoulder, his movements precise, efficient, familiar.
It hit you like a punch to the gut.
You froze, mid-fight, your saber humming in your grip.
He saw you too. His helmet tilted. A heartbeat of stillness passed between you across the chaos.
And just like that, time rewound.
Missions. Long nights. Campsite coffee and war-room arguments. His voice in your comm: “Copy that, General.”
His voice in your dreams: “Stay alive. I’ll watch your back.”
But that was before. Before the betrayal. Before the chips. Before everything.
Now?
He raised his blaster rifle.
You didn’t move.
He didn’t shoot.
The stormtroopers around him hesitated, uncertain.
“Stand down,” Cody barked, his voice cold, sharp, and absolute. The troopers obeyed instantly.
You took one slow step forward.
“Cody,” you said, voice low.
His grip tightened, knuckles white beneath plastoid.
“You should’ve disappeared with the rest,” he said.
“I don’t know how to be quiet,” you answered, lifting your chin. “In the midst of all this darkness… I must sacrifice my ego for the greater good. There isn’t room for selfish..”
He said nothing.
For one awful second, you thought he might arrest you.
Instead, he turned and ordered a retreat.
He didn’t even look back.
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Weeks passed.
You tried to forget. You kept fighting. You told yourself that the man you remembered was gone. Replaced by protocol. Stripped of soul.
But still… something gnawed at you.
The way he hadn’t shot. The way he’d told his men to stand down. The way his voice trembled just slightly when he said your name.
You started scanning intercepted comms during downtime.
Just in case.
And then, one night, across a crackling, half-jammed signal from a rebel slicer…
“—Commander Cody. AWOL.
Deserted post.
Last seen heading into the Outer Rim.
Do not engage without support.
Consider highly dangerous.”
You stopped breathing.
He left.
He left.
Everything blurred after that—coordinates, favors, stolen codes, sleepless nights. You chased shadows across half the galaxy. You didn’t know what you’d say if you found him.
But you knew you had to.
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You found him on a dead moon. The kind no one bothered with anymore—cold, quiet, abandoned.
The outpost was half-crumbled. The fire inside even more so.
He was sitting beside it, helmet off, hunched forward, hands resting on his knees. His face looked older. Harder. Tired in a way that sleep couldn’t fix.
You stepped into the firelight without a word.
His head lifted. He didn’t reach for a weapon.
“Took you long enough,” Cody said quietly.
You swallowed. “You left.”
“You were right,” he replied. “You didn’t hide. I did. I stayed in the system because I thought it was safer. Cleaner. But it’s just slower death.”
Silence stretched between you. Wind howled outside, cold enough to steal breath.
“I thought I lost you,” you whispered.
Cody’s voice cracked just slightly. “I thought I destroyed you.”
You moved toward him, every step heavy.
“Why didn’t you shoot me?” you asked.
He looked at you—really looked. Like he was memorizing you again.
“Because even after everything… I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.”
You sat across from him, the flickering light catching on your saber hilt.
“You’ve got nowhere to go,” you said softly. “Neither do I.”
He let out a slow breath. “Then maybe we stay nowhere. Together.”
You stared at the flames, and for the first time in years, they felt warm.
“I’m still a wanted terrorist,” you reminded him.
Cody’s mouth quirked, just slightly. “Guess that makes me a traitor.”
You glanced at him. “I think I missed you.”
He met your eyes. “I know I missed you.”
And for a moment, the galaxy fell away. No war. No orders. Just two people sitting in the ruins of everything, quietly choosing each other anyway.
Jango Fett x Reader
Summary: Pre-Attack of the Clones leading up to the first battle of Geonosis. inspired by “Cat’s in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin as I feel this song is very Jango and Boba coded.
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Rain never stopped on Kamino.
It drummed a rhythm on the windows of the training facility—sharp, persistent, lonely. You stood by the glass, arms crossed, eyes scanning the endless gray. Somewhere outside. Another bounty. Another absence. Another silent goodbye.
“Back soon,” he always said, planting a kiss against your temple with a touch too light to anchor anything real. You used to argue—beg him to stay, to train, to raise the boy he brought into the world. But you learned quick: Jango Fett was a man of war, not of roots.
He was strapping on his vambraces when he noticed you watching him.
“Don’t start,” he muttered, not looking up. His voice was gruff, frayed from too many missions and too little sleep.
You didn’t move. “He asked if you were coming to training tomorrow. I didn’t know what to tell him.”
Jango paused, only for a second, before clicking the final strap into place. “Tell him the truth. I’m working.”
You stepped forward. “You could take one day off. Just one. He looks up to you—he waits for you. When you’re not here, he starts acting like you. Staring out windows, keeping things inside. Like father, like son.”
His jaw twitched. “I didn’t bring him here for you to turn into his mother.”
The words hit like a slug round.
You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m not trying to replace anyone, Jango. But you leave him here alone. What do you expect me to do? Pretend I don’t care?”
He finally looked at you. Those eyes, dark and calculating, softened only for seconds at a time. This wasn’t one of them.
“I expect you to train the clones. That’s the job. Not to start playing house.”
“I didn’t fall in love with you for the job,” you said, quieter now. “And I didn’t stay on Kamino because I like watching kids grow up as soldiers. I stayed for you. For him.”
Jango adjusted the strap on his blaster. “He’s not yours.”
“I know.”
You did know. You weren’t trying to be his mother. Not really. You just wanted him to have one—someone who remembered to ask if he’d eaten, who noticed when he had nightmares, who held him when he tried not to cry. Someone who didn’t just see a legacy in him.
Jango stepped close, pressed a kiss to your forehead, too soft for someone always on edge. It almost made you forget everything else.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said.
“You always say that,” you whispered.
But he was already turning away.
Slave I rose through the Kamino rain and vanished into cloud cover.
You didn’t cry. You just went back inside and checked Boba’s room. He was asleep, curled up with one of his father’s old gloves tucked under his pillow like a security blanket.
You didn’t belong in their family. You knew that. But in Jango’s absence, you became something Boba needed. A voice when silence was heavy. A shield when pain crept too close. Not a mother—but a presence.
Even if Jango never wanted you to be.
So you stayed behind. For Boba.
He was quiet, sharp, and already wearing boots two sizes too big—trying to fill his father’s shoes before he even hit puberty. You weren’t his mother, not by blood, not by name, but someone had to care enough to keep him human. To make sure he didn’t disappear behind armor and legacy.
You cooked for him. Taught him hand-to-hand when Jango was gone. Helped him with clone drills, even when he rolled his eyes and said, “I’m not like them.” You tried to make him laugh. He rarely did.
One night, while putting away gear, he asked, “You gonna leave too?”
You paused. “No, Boba. Not unless I have to.”
“Dad says people always leave. That it’s part of the job.”
You crouched beside him, met his eyes. “He’s wrong. Or maybe he’s just scared to stay.”
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Geonosis burned red.
Jango’s signal cut out too fast. Too sudden. You heard Mace Windu’s name in the comms, and something inside you fractured. Still, you led your squad—your clones—into the fight. They needed you. They trusted you. Jango didn’t.
When the battle ended, smoke still rising from the arena, you ran to the landing zone—knew exactly where the Slave I would be.
And there he was.
Boba, small and shaking, helmet too big in his arms. He looked up, eyes glassy but sharp.
“You’re with them,” he hissed, his voice more venom than grief. “You helped them.”
You stepped forward. “I didn’t know he’d—Boba, please. This isn’t what I wanted.”
“You’re a traitor.”
He turned, walking toward the ship, the ramp already lowering.
“You can’t do this alone,” you warned. “The galaxy isn’t kind. It’ll eat you alive.”
“I’ve got his armor. His ship. That’s all I need. I don’t need you anymore”
You reached for him—but he was already walking up the ramp, shoulders square like his father’s, jaw clenched with fury too big for his body.
You didn’t follow.
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Years passed.
The Empire rose. You faded into shadows. The clones you once trained died in unfamiliar systems, stripped of names and purpose. You lived quiet, took jobs on the fringe—nothing that put you on anyone’s radar.
Until you crossed paths again.
Carbon scoring lit the walls of an abandoned outpost. A bounty had gone sour. You moved through smoke with the ease of memory—blaster in hand, breath steady. And then he stepped into view.
The armor was repainted, darker, scarred, refined. The stance, identical. The voice, modulated but unmistakable.
“You always did show up where you weren’t wanted,” Boba said.
You stared. He was taller now, broader. His face—Jango’s face, down to the line of his brow.
“I didn’t know it was you,” you murmured.
“Wouldn’t have mattered if you did.”
You lowered your weapon first. “You’re good.”
He gave a single nod. “Learned from the best.”
A beat.
“You look just like him,” you said quietly.
“Yeah. No surprise there”
There was no warmth in his words. Just steel. Just the ghost of a boy you tried to protect.
“Was that what you wanted? To become him?”
Boba stared at you for a long time. Then: “I didn’t have a choice. He left me everything… and nothing.”
You stepped closer, heart tight. “I tried, Boba. I tried to give you more than that.”
“I know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
He walked past you. Didn’t look back.
As he disappeared into the dusk, all you could think of is how he turned out just like him. His boy was just like him.