Bodhi Rook

imthepilot @ 2019-04-21T16:02:00

2019-04-21T08:05:08Z

With the time of cherry blossoms coming up, Bodhi's been spending lots of time in the kitchen lately. Mostly when Galen has been out of their rooms and distracted with other things. He's been rather secretive about it. Up to and including getting their parrot droid Ester to keep an eye on Galen.

But now it's ready and just in time.

He wakes Galen in the morning with a kiss, shifting carefully so he doesn't dislodge the cats. "Happy anniversary, my love."

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Conversations with the dead 2018

2018-10-30T11:47:52Z

Bodhi suggests a hike up the mountain. It's starting to get chilly but Bodhi's use to the cold. With the warmth of Milliways' summer, he was almost starting to miss the feeling of cool, crispy air.

Leaving the cats in Teja's care for the night, Bodhi hefts his pack and takes Galen's hand. "Ready?"

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Refugee AU 2018 OOM 2

2018-08-25T05:30:38Z

Bodhi felt like cattle, shuffled from pen to pen in the big immigration and asylum processing centre.

Every shade of human misery was caught in those pens with him – children and the elderly, men who had left their families behind or were here to follow them over. Those who had lost everything, or only parts. Quite often of themselves judging by the way their sleeves hung flat or they leant heavily on crutches.

So many had lost their souls along the way too. Eyes flat and dead as the friends and family they lost.

( Step up to the white mark, stay in line... )

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Refugee AU 2018

2018-08-13T09:01:50Z

The galley wasn’t exactly a good place to be. It was hot as hell and stank of rotting food, the last of that they had left. It was narrow and dangerous – no more than a propane hotplate balanced on a plank of wood that could fall at any moment.

But it was a slightly quieter corner than the rest of the packed boat. And even the rotting food smell wasn’t as bad as the rotting flesh smell everywhere else.

Please, please, let the girls be safe.

Bodhi regretted that he’d never really had faith. If he’d believed in Allah or God or any deity at all, he’d at least have someone to mutter those prayers too. Rather than just losing them to the open air.

Nothing more than swearing. Just a release valve.

And even if his arms were pock-marked by oil burns and splashes, it was better than the other options.

Two more had died overnight, their bodies tossed into the sea. And at least one more wouldn’t make it to see another sunset. And a storm was coming.

“Hurry up with that food! You have other duties.” The captain shouted and Bodhi winced.

He knew the bastard wasn’t hungry, at least not for the pathetic meal of beans and rice Bodhi had managed to scratch together.

Bodhi kept reminding himself that it could be worse. There were kids on board, girls not much younger than Pema. While the captain’s hands were on Bodhi, they weren’t on the poor girls.

Please, please, let this not have happened to his sisters.

He had paid more for their passage, smuggled them out on what seemed to be a bigger, sturdier boat. It meant he had had to stay behind, pay the lesser bribe for a smaller boat. One that looked like it was barely floating. But what did that matter.

As long as the girls were safe.

Or so he told himself. Every night, squeezed into a corner, held in place by the crush of desperate humanity.

His own life didn’t matter, as long as the girls were save. And no-one was safe at home any more.

They were the lucky ones, if you could call it that. When the bombs had rained down from the sky, their house had been spared. Even if they had had to climb over the rubble of their neighbours to get out when the thunder stopped. Bodhi had done his best to shield his sisters’ eyes from the crumpled remains that may well have been the family next door.

Bodhi was educated, literate, thanks to his maternal grandmother who had raised them after his mother and brother had joined the insurgents. And that gave him and his sisters prospects the rest of the family didn’t have.

But bullets didn’t discriminate. And suicide bombers did.

The government depot when Bodhi worked had been bombed twice before Bodhi had managed to save the money to bribe people smugglers to get his sisters away to Europe.

The third time his truck was flipped by the blast, leaving him with burns to his back as he tried to crawl free.

It was time to get out of here. Nothing was left of the city of his birth. Nothing but blood and madness.

When he heard the shouts from on deck, he armed himself with the galley’s only sharp knife. He’d heard the crew joke about selling them to slavers, to pirates, to human traffickers. Even make bets about who would be worth the most.

And Bodhi wasn’t going down that way. If needed, he’d go down fighting.

Please, please, let my sisters have had a clean death. Anything but this.

But then a name was called across the boat. An aid agency he’d heard of in the news. It echoed across the deck like a wave of relief and Bodhi put down the knife.

Thank you. Whoever is listening, thank you. Just let them have my sisters.

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Honeymoon in Hong Kong

2018-04-17T12:24:26Z

Bodhi takes the card Jay give them and opens the door. It opens into large five star hotel suite - champagne chilling in a bucket and roses by the bed. In the corner of the living room are several large crates labelled climbing equipment. There's a welcome pack with maps and travel guides, ferry tickets and the number a car service.

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After the wedding

2018-04-15T13:07:50Z

[From here]

Bodhi lets them into their room, bursting into a brighter smile. The Bar, or someone, has done up their room. Rather than the lights coming on, hundreds of tiny sphere float near the roof, glittering like firelight or little stars.

Their bed has been laid with sheets of Aeien silk, soft as breath and warm to the touch. The windows have been hung with draped garlands of flowers, lending everything a sweet, subtle scent.

The kitchen has been fully stocked with all their favourite things, and new toys for the cats.

"Wow." It's all Bodhi can say.

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imthepilot @ 2018-03-04T17:34:00

2018-03-04T09:39:13Z

[From here]

There's a massive mound of trailing purple flowers. Bodhi smiles and steps forward, parting them. Turns out the mound is a tree, it's flower laden branches reaching the floor and forming a protected hollow around the trunk. Like a living cave, dim and private. The light of the greenhouse dapples against their skin as Bodhi pulls Galen inside, kissing him soundly.

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imthepilot @ 2018-02-15T20:31:00

2018-02-15T12:33:35Z

[From here]

Bodhi leads Galen up to their rooms, setting the cat and the basket down. "How about we take a bath. And get you out of those ridiculous clothes."

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imthepilot @ 2018-01-26T00:02:00

2018-01-25T13:04:13Z

{from here}

Bodhi lets them into their rooms, guiding Galen to the kitchen table. "You just sit and I'll get the steam bath ready."

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New Years night

2018-01-11T12:28:40Z

{From here}

Bodhi leads Galen by the hand back to their room. The cats are out somewhere, having adventures of their own. Their rooms are warm and welcoming, the little strings of lights on the balcony giving everything a green lint. A feeling of being alive.

Silver confetti still in their hair, Bodhi pulls Galen into a slow, loving kiss.

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imthepilot @ 2017-12-03T19:58:00

2017-12-03T12:01:26Z

[From here]

Bodhi walks upstairs, hand in hand with Galen. Kyber trots along with them, stopping every now and then to try to clean the melting snow off his fur.

"Inside, little one. I'll dry you off." As soon as he gets out of his wet boots.

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After the fight.

2017-10-31T09:00:58Z

[From here]

Bodhi puts Myrrh down, shutting the windows and cat doors to stop the cats from getting out again. He pauses to let Nahts in from the balcony. "Hey little one. You avoiding people too?"

She runs right over to where Galen is holding Kyber, mewing to play.

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Conversations with dead people

2017-10-27T13:16:13Z

The bar is too busy tonight. There's too much going on. Too much noise, too many people messing about. And those doll things - Bodhi shudders.

Instead he takes Galen's hand draws him towards the outside door. It's a clear night and cool without being cold. A light jacket and Galen's hand in his is enough to keep him warm.

"I never knew moonlight on water could be so... beautiful."

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imthepilot @ 2017-10-22T18:58:00

2017-10-22T11:03:23Z

[From here]

Bodhi only just glances over his shoulder as Dorian lets himself out. The blood is pounding in his ears, too loud to let anything else be heard.

Galen wants him. Galen wants to marry him. Galen will marry him. Even after- after Lyra. After everything.

"Galen, I- Is this real?"

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AU - Delta Base with friends

2017-08-25T12:24:03Z

The first month after Endor is the busiest Bodhi has seen things for the Alliance since the evacuation of Hoth. Despite Mothma promoting him to Delta Base’s commander, he’s been off base more often than not. Rogue Strike were busy too.

With Galen cleared to know about his mission, Bodhi always leaves messages when he has to leave in a hurry. But mostly he finds Galen and talks to him before he leaves. It’s getting harder and harder for Bodhi to go as things get more comfortable between them.

The sex hasn’t been the same though. Since that first time, Bodhi has been careful. Very careful. Giving and loving but controlled. As if he’s afraid to hurt Galen again.

To manage the base in Bodhi’s absence, Mothma appoints him a pair of adjuncts – young Nika who turns out to be quite a resourceful young man, especially when it comes to finding scientific equipment for Galen. The other is a stern Twi'lek woman named Dana. Her blue skin shaded to purple around a network of heavy scars, the tip of one lekku permanently twisted by a deep cut. Harshly fair but dispassionate, Dana keeps things on track and organised in Bodhi’s absences but doesn’t mix with the others on base much.

Bodhi sends a message to Galen via Dana, letting him know he’ll be back soon. And that some friends are coming to Delta to see him. And to meet Galen.

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imthepilot @ 2017-08-15T18:57:00

2017-08-15T11:10:37Z

{From here}

Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.

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AU week 2017

2017-08-11T13:36:52Z

Timeline wise, Bodhi is from the day after the Battle of Endor and the destruction of the second Death Star. He survived Scarif but lost part of his arm to a grenade, still more to nerve damage during the Battle of Yavin.

He has become a Rebel general – hard, ruthless, and quiet. He leads Rogue Two – a squad of the only eight survivors he was able to rescue from Scarif. None of them he’d met before Yavin.

His right arm is a droid-like prosthetic from the upper arm down. He hates when people stare and flinches if anyone touches his shoulder on that side.

AU canon threading -
During a mission to extract the second Death Star scientists and engineers for a nearby system, and destroy the facility, he found someone he never thought he’d see again. Someone he’d buried, along with his heart.

[Warnings for trauma, violence, potentially suicidal thoughts, misuse of of archaeological sites, and serious relationship tension. Thread is on-going so expect the warning to evolve. It's Maru and I! Don't expect rainbows and cuteness.}

Canon notes - Everything pre-Rogue One is based on the Necessary Pebbles verse written by Maru and Munnin.

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Scarif survivor AU

2017-08-08T11:53:42Z

Bodhi lingered after the briefing, hands behind his back in that stance that had become habit. The stance that hid his prosthetics arm from view. Not that anyone stared any more but some habits were hard to break.

“General Rook?” Mon Mothma didn’t need to look up to know it was him, tidying up the data chips as the rest of the briefing room emptied. “You're wondering why I didn’t assign you to the Endor strike.”

( Follow... )

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imthepilot @ 2017-07-24T20:10:00

2017-07-24T12:13:46Z

[from here]

Bodhi takes the box from Galen as they enter their rooms, tucking it all away in the fresher for later. There's enough left over for a rather decadent brunch tomorrow.

He drifts back over to Galen smiling. "Now, I think I promised to take advantage of you. But I'm not sure you're drunk enough."

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imthepilot @ 2017-07-09T14:17:00

2017-07-09T06:27:27Z

[From here]

There rooms are a bit of a mess. Bodhi spend all night cooking and as much as he cleans as he goes, there's still a lot left to do. But it can wait. He puts the last ingredients away to be made into something else tomorrow.

He turns to Galen, shedding his jacket. "That was enjoyable. I missed markets like that."

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Welcome home.

2017-06-10T04:23:32Z

With Galen finally being released from the Infantry today, Bodhi has pulled out all the stops to make sure their rooms are ready. The bar has been very helpful, providing him with everything he needs to make it work for them.

The rooms are large and airy, open planned living and dinning. Thick carpets and warm colours make it homely and comfortable.

The bar has made sure Bodhi's kitchen has all the appliances he's use to and a big pantry. All the lovely hardwood benches and lots of storage.

The bedroom faces out onto the balcony, just as the living room does, giving them a view of the lake and the gardens. There's an office and workshop for Galen too, ready to be set up the way he wants it.

And a bathroom with a water fresher big enough for two, and of all things - a spa bath.

The balcony has been lined with pots, one wall lined with climbing frames, ready for creeps, flowers and climbing legumes. The kitchen window is also lined with little pots of fresh herbs.

Bodhi opens the door for Galen, biting his lip and hoping Galen likes it.

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imthepilot @ 2017-05-28T19:20:00

2017-05-28T11:25:59Z

{From here}

Bodhi's still sitting on the grass when Galen comes out; thick, angry tears drying on his cheeks. There's a core of rage in his gut but it's impudent rage. Too much he can't control, can't fix. Too much he can't undo.

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imthepilot @ 2017-05-08T20:01:00

2017-05-08T12:05:20Z

It happened so fast, Bodhi was barely certain of the sequence of events. He had to go over them, again and again to be sure.

He’d travelled with the crew of the large cargo hauler back to the navy dock-yards. Ignoring their jibes the whole way. After the altercation, he was careful not to rise to their jokes. And they were careful not to make the jokes too personal. But they kept joking all the same. Joking about Bodhi, and about his sojourn with the station chief.

( Follow... )

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imthepilot @ 2017-04-21T11:16:00

2017-04-21T03:18:29Z

He had been broken open. More than once now.

( Warnings... )

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imthepilot @ 2017-03-21T19:42:00

2017-03-21T11:46:34Z

{From here}

Bodhi woke after sleeping long and deep. The calmed undrugged sleep he has had since… since he died. Because he was no longer alone. Because he was loved. Because Galen was here.

Only, Galen wasn’t there any more.

Just an empty bed, cold sheets, and a note.

Autor was right -- I woke up to the realisation that I'm not Galen, but Hannibal Lecter, having been in the throes of that influenza induced identity dysphoria syndrome Autor had rightly been referring to. Words cannot confer how deeply sorry I am for causing you this pain all over again, and nothing that I might offer can possibly make amends.

However, please accept my deepest and most heartfelt apologies.

Yours sincerely,
Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Three times he read the words, unable to believe them. And yet, unable to make them not true. He had wanted to believe Galen had finally come. Had wanted it so badly, he had ignored the signs, the small things Dr. Lecter had challenged him to see.

The lack of scars on Dr. Lecter’s hands. The shortness of his hair.

But his heart, his mind. They had been Galen’s.

How? Why? Why make him suffer this? Why give him back his reason to live and then take it from him?

He made it the few short strides to the fresher to vomit. Throwing up the only proper meal he had eaten in weeks. And kept throwing up until there was nothing left but pain.

Shivering on the cold duroplast floor of the fresher, despair overtook him.

There was no light left. This was the final cut, the last torment. He could take no more. The Force was done with him and he would suffer its whims no longer.

The knife was still where he kept it, tucked behind the bedhead. A talisman against the dark. The short blade was clean and sharp. Without hesitation, he rose to fetch it. There was indecision now, no shallow cuts, no transferred pain. He was done. It was time to embrace the darkness. To let all the colour left in the world drain out.

But his body betrayed him.

A cough rattled through his chest, so violent his weakened knees buckled and he fell onto the floor. The cough would not relent and he sucked air between fits like a man drowning between waves.

The cough grew so powerful he threw up again, nothing left in him but bile.

Too much pain, too little strength. It wasn’t long before he passed out, curled foetal on the floor.

And woke up a different man.

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