Headcanon: Lord I have so many but one I’m especially fond of is that teenaged Cassian Andor was to droid rights what Hermione Granger was to house elf rights – perhaps slightly more dour and less clumsy, but EXACTLY that level of teenage intensity. Every now and then some new Alliance recruit said something ignorant in front of him, and everyone in the general vicinity (who knew perfectly well what was coming) made furious throat-slicing motions and attempted to sink through the floor to escape the blast radius of the incoming lecture and/or death glare.
He never actually developed any chill about it; he just got very, very tired.
(Listen. The man is two parts trauma one part self-loathing and three parts PASSIONATE POLITICAL FEELINGS about justice and liberation, you cannot tell me he does not have thoughts about droid consciousness and personhood given he is literally bffs with one.)
Heartcanon: Jeron (of Cassian Jeron Andor) is not a middle name; it’s his primer apellido, ie his father’s last name, and Andor is his mother’s. He has chosen to go by the latter (Alliance forms and files aren’t always very good with Festian naming conventions) because he was so young when his father was killed that he barely remembers him, and although Cassian loved his father his mother – his mother is the one who taught him what rebellions are built on.
Gutcanon: Children as an abstract concept freak him out because he himself barely had a childhood and he fears – as per usual – that he’s not a great person and will probably fuck things up somehow. (In practice, if you actually faced him with IRL kids, he’d be very good with them.)
Junkcanon: The galaxy’s most hardcore praise kink, ladies and gentlemen.
Spleencanon: Every time someone in fandom tries to take the Separatist out of Cassian’s Separatist backstory my mental version of him gets approximately eleventeen times more salty about the fact that the Alliance’s actual name is “The Alliance to Restore the Republic.”
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Give me all your anatomycanons about Bodhi!
Yesssss, an excuse to talk more about Bodhi. What a delight!Fair warning, I haven’t actually read a lot of the EU canon, so I’m not trying to be consistent with it.
Headcanon: Bodhi Rook was not conscripted into the Empire, he enlisted. But he enlisted because it was the best option of a bunch of bad ones. His world didn’t have enough money, didn’t have enough jobs, didn’t have enough future for him to stay. He didn’t want to leave, but there was only one good option he could see and he took it. He did his best to be responsible, support his family and his home, but slowly, slowly, he was stripped of his cultural ties. His accent flattened, letters home were delayed, Jedhan robes traded for a uniform. Everything that showed he was anything other than the Empire’s worker.
His hair is his small breath of defiance, grown out as soon as he had enough freedom that it wouldn’t be lopped off by a vengeful flight instructor.
Heartcanon: Bodhi is an adrenaline junkie and a halfway decent stuntrider. There’s a reason he wanted to fly fighters, and it wasn’t because he loved killing. He’s addicted to the kick of grav-pull, and inclined to take quite a few more risks than are otherwise sensible.
Gutcanon: He has a sister. I can trace where this one came from, for me, for a while Wookiepedia said that he did, citing the R1 novelization. Turned out the novel was talking about somebody else, but I still like it. She’s named Ananda (which, yes, I know, is a male name, but to my Americanized ears, still sounds very female). She’s older, but not by much, maybe a year or two. By the events of R1, I imagine they aren’t in contact – maybe she’s died, maybe she’s more politically radical and after a bitter argument stopped speaking to him.
Junkcanon: Bodhi’s a switch – he’ll roll over for the right person, but he’s got steel that comes out for the right person too.
Spleencanon: Okay, look, we can all agree that Bodhi is a bit…jittery…in the movie, right?
The movie where he was fleeing a giant military-industrial complex.
And then was tortured.
And locked in a cell.
When he knew there was a planet killer on the loose.
And then watched that planet killer blow up his hometown.
And then was dragged off to help a dude he met like, five minutes ago, kill the guy who made enough of an impact on Bodhi to convince him to defect.
And then thrown into the Rebellion who…PROBABLY wouldn’t murder him but there are a lot of senators that look like they would sell him out for two sticks of gum and a gold star from Palpatine.
And then Chirrut says, “She wants to fight.” And Bodhi says, “So do I.”
GOOD LORD THERE IS SO MUCH FIGHT IN HIM. So, yeah, the spleencanon is that Bodhi is, in fact, incredibly risk-tolerant and his jitter/chatter is a very SENSIBLE outlet to an extremely difficult situation, and had he lived, he would have been an absolute badass.
Wait, no, what am I saying HAD he lived? Clearly he lived.
(aka my other spleencanon)
Rebellions are built on hope 