Wait a second - if Star Wars is in the past (”Long time ago, far, far away, etc, etc”), and we’re in the present, and Star Trek is in the future… does this mean we could have one of the Star Trek crews running into the ruins of an old jedi or sith temple or something?! Like, not even necessarily saying that that’s what it is, just a bunch of vague “The inhabitants seemed to be some sort of spiritual order,” “But also training areas for battle,” “The decayed remains of some sort of crystal-based technology” comments, just enough to have everyone flipping their shit because hell yeah, dramatic irony, we know exactly what’s going on!
Or, oooo~ running into SW civilizations, but it’s WAAAAAAAY in the future for them compared to what we’ve previously seen, so stuff is REALLY different, who knows what the Jedi Order looks like now, if it’s even still called that, like holy shit, imagine THAT first contact encounter! Imagine how much world-building you could do with both universes! Or throw in time-travel - ST LOVES time travel, and SW loves weird jedi shit (and has a fandom that loves time travel) and just- (flapping arms and uncontrollable excitement). IT WOULD JUST BE SO COOL, OKAY?!? Dang, what if Earth turned out to be some lost colony from the SW area of the galaxy and everything we thought we knew about history before a certain point turned out to be wrong, every single cryptid and fantastical being in our mythos could be based off some real species that got warped and misremembered over thousands of years of retelling like some insane game of telephone-
"We're both getting close to 50, so how much longer can we do this for?
"It's one of those bands that I think could go on forever, like a franchise. It could become something like Superman or Star Wars, because we don't actually have to be anywhere near it. Anyone can make a Gorillaz album. I suppose there is a family recipe, which would require me to pass the envelope to somebody else. I think what I love about it is it can be whatever I want to be"
dsc: *kills off three poc in the first four episodes*
dsc: *makes a ship called discovery a war ship*
dsc: *has the captain insult scientific endeavors constantly*
dsc: *has four white people in the main cast and only two poc, one granted is the main but for a show that promoted itself highly on being diverse it fucking lied*
dsc: *calls everything ‘black’. ‘black badge’ ‘black alert’ ‘black fleet’ cause it’s edgy and dark*
dsc: *the ‘remain klingon’ is a metaphor for ‘make america great again’ never mind that the klingon race was black face first because they were the ‘bloodthristy race’ and they had a chance to fix that, still cast white people as klingons and have clunkily written dialogue for them where they judge an albino klingon for his skin colour*
dsc: *kills off a character set to recurring in the fourth episode cause it’s game of thrones inspired and anybody can die!*
Are there any fic out there where Baze Malbus is basically the Wolverine of the Star Wars universe and everywhere he goes, he ends up with a new young lady to teach the art of being grumpy and kicking ass too? Cause I think there should be
Oh god so I may… have started writing a thing?
Baze wakes up, which is the first surprise. The second comes at the feel of desert under him, similar but wholly different to the sands of Scarif. For an overwhelming second he thinks he’s back on Jedha, but he knows Jedha’s land in the very core of him, and this isn’t it. This is something very different.
It takes him the whole of the suns trek across the sky to learn just how much.
Niima Outpost is small, ragged, and untrusting. But it does have water. Foul, sour water, but water nonetheless. Baze has had worse. It also has information, which Base finds infinitely harder to stomach.
It takes him a while to understand what the wrinkled stall-holder is telling him—he’s somehow skipped not only years but an epoch—but in the end it’s clear. Or as clear as it can be. Because while almost three decades seem to have passed, they’ve also passed him by. The face looking back from the burnished metal plate behind the stall-holder is no older than the one that fled Jedha’s destruction. His knees certainly don’t feel the weight of his lost time.
That first night is spent mostly sleepless, his back to a wall and head spinning with his circumstance. His hands feel too empty in his lap, missing the reassuring weight of his repeater canon like a lost limb. He can’t help but curse whatever power—the Force, his head whispers traitorously even as he growls it into silence—transported him here for not bringing his firepower with him. It would have made earning passage off Jakku easier.
Which is what he must do. Because if he’s here, the burning sands of Scarif already fading into memory, he must believe that somewhere out in this future galaxy, Chirrut is as well. And if nothing else in this new time is familiar, the need to find his way back to his husband very much is.
- - -
He wakes to find a dusty, waif of a girl trying to pick his pockets. This goes about as well as expected. Even as he grabs her Baze feels a sharp pang of nostalgia for the streets of Jedha where the urchins knew well enough to avoid him, even if the worst they ever faced was a hot meal and Chirrut’s calm education on the difference between assassins and tourists. Not that he is much of either right now, out of time as he is.
The girl twists and hisses in his grip like a feral tooka and Baze has to work at making sure he doesn’t accidentally snap her toothpick of a wrist as he rises to his feet.
“Stop that,” he says mildly, not very surprised when that just gets him a feral growl and renewed thrashing. Baze rolls his eyes and lifts the girl into the air until she tires herself out. It doesn’t take long. The rags she’s wearing do nothing to hide the lack of meat on her bones.
“Are you finished?” he says after she goes limp, hanging like a particularly angular vine in his grip.
A second, and then finally a nod.
Baze lowers the creature to the ground and is unsurprised when she takes the opportunity to scarper. The kick to the groin however…
Baze groans as he slowly unfolds himself. The girl has disappeared into the growing rush of the early-morning market. Baze would curse her if he weren’t so very mildly impressed.
If liberals want to hate on antifa or any "violent" resistance to fascism, they have to also hate The Avengers, Agents of Shield, Star Wars, or any media that uses force and militant action to take down Nazis/Fascists. I don't make the rules.
we must speak to them in a language they understand