#battle of kashyyyk

[yen-stanning]

Wrecker speaking Wookiee throughout the episode was everything 😂🤌🏼

#like him imitating the roar during the battle 😂😂 #wrecker #wookies #kashyyyk #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb spoilers

[tranakin-skywalker]

you ever get viscerally angry that a movie with 'war' in the name is really fucking bad at depicting war?

#everyone always dunking on the prequals dialogue #no. the dialogue is fine its the fucking battle scenes that are cringefail #i die inside every time i watch the gungan side of the battle of naboo #WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING IN AN OPEN FIELD WHERE THE DROIDS HAVE AN ADVANTAGE WHAT THE FUCK #and the first battle of geonosis AND THE BATTLE OF KASHYYYK WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHYY #dont even get me started on all the stupid things in the clone wars show #star wars is so bad at the war part its hilarious

[stormyblue90]

Fox hates Red.

Just a little something I wrote while bored at work based on @sleepingsun501 headcanon of Fox's favorite color. I hope you enjoy it!

Fox hates the color red.

Despite what most would think if they were to judge his armor, Commander Fox hates the color red.

If it were up to him, he'd paint his armor any other color, but alas Fox is forced to wear the color he despises.

Red is the color of his brothers' blood that spills onto the battlefields, in the medical bay, on the streets during civilian riots. A color of pain.

The robes of the despot he and his kin are enslaved to serve, are shades of red. Fox imagines the invisible strings he pulls would be red as well.

Fox was told the blades of the Sith, the enemy of the Jedi his brothers proudly fight alongside, are a burning red. Such a fiery red blade is what took his batch-mate, Wolffe's eye.

Red are the flames that burn on the battlefields, red was the dirt of that first battle on Geonosis, of the uniforms he and his brothers wore while trapped on Kamino, dreaming of other worlds and waiting to be deployed. Back when they were all so innocent and naive of the horrors that would await them.

When Fox wakes from unexplainable blackouts, with gaps in his memory, and injuries he doesn't remember suffering, red is the last thing he can remember seeing.

In Commander Fox's mind, red is the color of death. Red is the color of darkness, of pain, and suffering. He abhors the color he can only associate with evil and destruction.

Green however, Fox enjoys.

The opposite of red, a color he finds comfort in.

Naboo, Alderaan, Kashyyyk, lush planets filled with green, with life. Not the cold metallics and blinding neon lights of Coruscant.

Fox thinks he would enjoy visiting such lush planets someday. He'd love nothing more than to leave the artificial planet that has become his prison.

Green is the color of many a Jedi's blades. Of the old Grandmaster who told Fox's brothers they were unique individuals, and protected them. Who treated them with respect and kindness.

Should he and his brothers finally be freed, Fox will choose to fill his wardrobe with green, repaint his armor in shades of the color. He likes to think that were he ever to have a lover, perhaps their eyes would be green.

In Fox's mind, green is the color of life. Green is the color of growth, comfort, and protection. Fox loves the color he has come to associate with freedom, vitality, and hope.

When the titanic beast that the chancellor so foolishly brought to the planet, finally devours the man in red and calms its fury; Fox finds comfort when he looks into its eyes, and finds they glow a beautiful green.

#the clone wars #star wars #Commander Fox #Coruscant Guard #my writing #clone troopers

[starwarspilotstournament]

Star Wars Pilots Tournament - Round 2A

Who's the better pilot?

Propaganda:

Hera Syndulla:

she's my mom and i love her

She’s the best pilot hands down. Her and Han literally have beef and he knows she’s better 💕

the amount of times she escaped from the empire is insane. she’s also a general!! and was able to fly ships successfully on planets with weird gravity!!

i dont remember the names of the eps but the entire B-wing episode And that time she outflew Darth "the greastest star pilot in the galaxy" Vader with him in his nice little maneuverable modified TIE and her in a /FRIEGHTER/. Hera best Star Wars Pilot of all time

One of the foundational members of the Rebel Alliance, leader of Phoenix Squadron, Hera's skills as a pilot has saved countless lives, not to mention getting her crew and family out of tight spaces in the nick of time 

There isn't a pilot in the imperial fleet who can outrun her!!!! And she parents a whole crew while she does it. no one is doing it like Hera. No added help of force sensitivity because she is simply THAT GOOD. THEE pilot of all time, ever.

She outflew literal Anakin Skywalker without the force.

One time she flew through an imperial hanger in orbit and jumped to hyperspace while in the middle of it to get past the blockade. Also she beats out force sensitive pilots just by being so good at it

Wedge Antilles:

Look at the size of that thing!

Wedge Antilles is the only man to participate in both Death Star runs and survive. Not only that, he fired one of the shots that destroyed the second one and managed to get out as it was blowing up around him. And that's not counting all the other battles he's flown in. The man's a survivor, making it through the battles of Atollon, Scarif, Hoth, Kashyyyk, Jakku, and countless others.

Only other pilot aside from Luke skywalker to have flown in and survived both Death Star runs

Uhhhh they are a legendary hero of the New Republic, have survived two Death Stars, lead the infamous Rogue Squadron and Wraith Squadron and is just THE BEST.

I mean he's one of two pilots to survive the attack on the Death Star in ANH. He also befriended Luke Skywalker which makes him just a little bit of a madman by association

#Star Wars pilots round 2a #Star Wars pilots round 2 #Star Wars pilot poll #star wars pilots bracket #star wars #star wars bracket #tournament #bracket #poll tournament #pollblr #showdown #star wars tournament #polls #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #wedge antilles #original trilogy #a new hope #return of the jedi

[fanfoolishness]

Headcanons from the (first) Kashyyyk mission

So there was supposed to be an arc with the Batch on Kashyyyk in S7 of Clone Wars, but like Dark Disciple it didn’t get a chance. But I still like to think of the Batch each finding a moment on Kashyyyk where the war receded into the background, and they felt something new:

Wrecker has never seen trees like this. They soar up into the clouds, trunks the size of cruisers, villages spiraling up into the trunks. As the others scout ahead he rests his hand on a vast trunk, so large around its surface almost seems flat instead of curved. The wood beneath his palm feels invincible. For the first time in his life, he feels small in a way the steel and sea and rain of Kamino never had achieved.

Echo takes a deep breath. The smells of smoke on the battlefield, blaster fire and droid grease are thick on the ground, but behind that he catches gusts of a green and living scent rich and raw and real. Water mists on his face, cutting through the grime of battle. It’s nothing like the sterility of Skako Minor, and he breathes deeper, waiting for another hint of green.

Tech’s ears perk up at chatter in the trees. He’s adding fluency in Shyriiwook to his list of languages, filing away each growl and utterance in his mind, cross-referencing with his translator, putting it together. But Kashyyyk is a whirlwind of other sounds, too, and he catalogues and isolates each one as fast as he can in the downtime between the next assault. Spiders insects birds water leaves, the sounds of blaster fire in the distance mingling with the songs of night creatures in the lower canopies, the sighs and flows of the forest. His mind buzzes with it. He records three data cards’ worth of memory in two hours.

Hunter’s senses jangle, whole streams of information coming in through every sense he’s got. This place is absolutely exploding with life at every turn, and it’s a cacophony that takes him a few hours to acclimate to. But even when he’s got a handle on it, there’s still a buzz and a hum he feels more than hears, a webbing that’s got nothing to do with the giant spiders, a connection between… well, everything. It’s a pulse in the soil from tree to tree, the wind carrying animal calls and tree pollen alike, the crackle of mycelia deep in the soil underfoot. He could live here a dozen years and never untangle all of it. But he might like the challenge.

They might be supposedly safe here, but Crosshair still scans the environment, searching for signs of anything suspicious. His vision glides over bark in a dozen shades of brown and gray, smatters of jewel-bright mosses and lichens, vines in flowers of scarlet, violet, gold. There’s creatures, too, scampering furry things of tawny gold with tufted tails, the jet-black glitter of massive spider eyes, insects half the size of clankers with emerald wings and kaleidoscopic scales. The sky peeks through the ceiling of leaf and canopy, and for an instant, he catches just a glimpse across the blue: the silver shimmer of translucent feathers, the suggestion of enormous wingbeats, the shadow of a long and sinuous tail. His eyes sting. He blinks away the water from them, his chest feeling oddly light.

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb Hunter #tbb tech #kashyyyk #shyyyo bird #wrecker tbb #echo tbb #tech tbb #Hunter tbb #Crosshair tbb #my batcher fic

[goosewriting]

Wherever you go, I go - part 2

summary: reader’s adventures on the Mantis continue.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, pure fluff at the end 

word count: 2.8k 

A/N: this one’s a bit shorter ;;w;; i’m planning on doing a third chapter, where we will finally learn what reader did that got a bounty on their head 

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here) | Part 3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

After admitting your mutual feelings, watching Cal leave the Mantis to go around risking his life was even harder. You knew about the importance of the mission, but still, it tugged at your heart a little stronger every time.

You had managed to convince the redhead to let you tag along on Zeffo, around the abandoned village at least. When he went into the ice caves and beyond, he told you to stay on the ship.

So that’s where you spend most of your time, mainly helping out as the “medic”. That’s your assigned role by Cere, so to speak. But you also help out by assisting her in intercepting and decoding Imperial messages. She taught you how to do it and you caught on quickly. You also help Greez with ship repairs and maintenance here and there. Really you’re an all-rounder, and while the Mantis could get a little too crowded sometimes with four people on board, they seem happy to have you around. Or at least you like to think so.

Right now, you’re headed to Kashyyyk to look for someone named Tarfful. After jumping out of hyperspace, you’re met with a giant Imperial ship lurking over the planet. They seem to be preoccupied with something else though, as the Mantis sneaks right past it. Still you can’t help holding your breath until you’re out of range from it. As you get closer to the jungle-covered surface, you almost crash into an Imperial fighter in pursuit of a guerilla fighter. Greez scolds Cal for not checking the scanners, but he gets up, already heading for the door. He claims to have a plan: hijacking the Imperial walkers wading through the water towards the edge of the jungle, where you assume there’s a battle front. 

Before you can even process what he’s about to do, Cal presses the button to open the main hatch, and the door opens with a hiss.

“Hey, do me a favour,” Cere says to him before he exits. “Stay alive down there?”

“I’ll add it to the plan,” Cal retorts with a grin and walks out onto the ramp.

“If you're gonna jump, you better do it now, kid.,” Greez calls from the cockpit.

“Hold on,” you say, approaching the open door, shielding your body from the strong winds with your arms. “You’re not seriously gonna just jump?!” 

Cal shrugs his shoulders in response, shooting you a smirk and a wink before letting himself fall backwards from the ramp.

“Cal!” you call after him, but Cere pulls you back and closes the door before you get any ideas of following after him. 

“Oh no you don’t,” she scolds you. “You stay on the ship.”

“I swear one of these days he’s gonna give me a heart attack,” you mutter as you go back to the cockpit, trying to spot him from the windows. But the ship is too high up, and there’s a veil of fog covering the water below, so you can’t really make out too much.

When you finally land, you exit the Mantis first and make your way to Cal with an accusing finger pointing at him. He raises his hands in defeat. You low-key want to smack him across the face, but you forgive him easily; it’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s that cute.

The rest of the crew joins you and Cal introduces everyone to Saw Gerrera. He and his fighters want to attack the refinery to free it from the Empire, where Wookiees are being held as slaves and prisoners. They quickly go over the plan and Saw leaves with his troops, telling Cal to join them when he’s ready.

You stay behind with Cere and Greez on the Mantis to intercept transmissions and offer support from here. Standing at the base of the ramp, Cal holds your hands, giving them one last squeeze.

“Be safe,” you plead, and you wish you didn’t sound so worried because you know he can feel it, but you can’t help it.

“I promise,” he responds with a smile, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your cheek, and then he takes off towards the refinery. 

After a couple of steps Cal turns back around one last time and you wave to him. You can hear BD’s beeps, probably saying his goodbyes. Even after they’re gone from view, you stand there a little longer, already missing the redhead. You huff and shake your head. I have to be brave for him, you tell yourself. So you go back to the ship to help Cere with the transmissions.

It isn't until about 20 minutes later that you try to contact Cal the first time to ask how it’s going, but there’s no response. In fact, you can’t get through at all. It’s like someone cut off the connection. You keep trying to get through, to no avail.

Immediately you fear the worst, so you tell Cere. 

“You think there’s an Inquisitor here?” you ask, fearful.

“Cal has fought them before, he’s strong,” Cere says, as she turns to Greez. He shifts in his seat.

“I mean, there’s a chance they caught up to him,” the captain starts, averting his eyes from both of you. “Cal did mention bounty hunters on Zeffo. Maybe…” He trails off for a moment. “Oh no.”

“They, who?” you question. 

– – –

You’re pacing back and forth on the Mantis, trying to get the worry and stress out of your system. You almost threw one of the tools lying nearby at the Latero when he confessed that he had a big debt from his gambling days that he hadn’t paid off yet. Because of it, bounty hunters were after Cal, apparently.

Sitting down on the cot, you exhale deeply. You had to remove yourself from the cockpit as Greez set course to Ordo Eris, the stronghold of the Haxion Brood. You didn’t want to say or do something you’d regret later. The only thing you could do now was pray to any deity you could think of that Greez was right and you weren’t just ditching Cal on Kashyyyk. And also hope that if he had actually gotten kidnapped, that he was still in one piece. From the few things Greez told you about their leader, Sorc Tormo, he didn’t sound like a pleasant fellow. Then again, Cal has BD with him. They’re a great team, and Cal has only gotten stronger in such a short period of time. Surely, they’re fine. 

You repeat that last thought in your mind like a mantra, until Cere finally announces you’re about to arrive. You quickly make your way to the cockpit and catch the Mantis jumping out of hyperspace, now flying towards a construction seemingly built into an asteroid. It actually looks kind of cool, and you’d take some more time appreciating the architecture if it wasn’t for Cal being in danger.

Greez flies the ship without hesitation towards a tower.

“Hold on to something!” he warns not long before the ship breaks through one of the big panels and into the building. 

Cere is already at the door, calling out to Cal. When he finally steps through the hatch into the Mantis in one piece, you’re so relieved you could pass out right then and there. But a new wave of worry comes crashing down on you as you the state he’s in; he clearly took a beating, and who knows how long he’s been like this. 

Greez makes quick work of getting the ship out of there. Meanwhile Cal tells everyone the bad news. It doesn’t escape you how he’s leaning onto the back of Cere’s seat for support. You also don’t miss the fact the only thing on his mind is the mission, and not his well-being, apparently. You lightly shake your head as you approach him.

“The Empire knows about the Holocron,” Cal informs everyone, then he turns to Cere with a slight grimace. “And I had a nice chat with the Second Sister, Trilla.”

You’re trying to have Cal lean onto you for support so you can take him to the back to patch him up, but you stop moving at his words. There’s an uncharacteristic venom laced in his voice. 

“What did she tell you?” Cere asks, calculating. 

“She told me you betrayed her to the Empire,” he spits. “Is it true?” 

Cere hesitates for a moment, and you can feel your heart sink to your stomach.

“She was my apprentice before the purge,” she finally states, and it’s obvious she’s deflecting the question. 

“You should have told me!” Cal retorts, and you can feel him shaking. 

“We’re getting an encrypted message from Kashyyyk,” Greez interrupts the two.

Cal and Cere share one last sour look before Cal moves towards the holotable. The message is from Mari Kosan, one of Gerrera’s fighters. They found Tarfful and he wants to meet Cal. But the Empire overran their position at the refinery. Some of the fighters stayed back while Gerrera went off-world. 

Back to Kashyyyk it is, then. Greez sets the course, and the ship’s engines roar as it enters hyperspace. 

You quickly lead Cal away before he can say anything else to Cere. When you tell him that you couldn’t reach his commlink, he tells you that Trilla rerouted all communications. He tried contacting you as well, but couldn't.

When you get to the cot, you sit him down and get the first aid box. You take off his poncho and his vest to take a closer look at his injuries. He’s a bit scratched up but luckily he looked worse than it actually was. 

After giving him a stim, cleaning up his wounds and discarding the used gauze, you take one last look at Cal before nodding and finally allowing yourself to properly breathe again. He visibly feels much better now.

“There, all done,” you say, cupping his cheek. 

“Thanks, cupcake,” Cal responds, and you feel the heat violently erupt on your face.

“Where’d that come from?” you manage to ask, failing to hold back a flustered chuckle.

“To be honest, I have no idea,” he responds with a sheepish smile, a blush spreading on his cheeks as well. “If you don’t like it–”

“No no, I do,” you’re quick to interrupt him. “I could get used to it.” 

After a moment, you turn around to put away the first aid box on the shelves on the opposite side.

“Oh, I remembered a new trick on Kashyyyk, by the way,” Cal says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Really?” you ask, turning around and leaning back on the wall. “I hope it’s better than the wall running.”

Cal extends his arms towards you, and you feel an invisible force pushing you off the wall and bringing you forward until you come to a halt standing between Cal’s legs, his hands gently holding onto your waist to help you keep your balance. He looks up at you with a stupid grin and raises his brows, as if to tell you “not bad, right?”.

“I guess it is better,” you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve…”

Suddenly his gaze shifts from mischievous to a little more serious, and his eyes momentarily flicker to your lips and back up. Involuntarily, your breath hitches, and you start leaning in, your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. The butterflies in your stomach are out of control, and you swallow in an attempt to calm down and not mess this up, and–

Both you and Cal freeze as you hear your name being called from the cockpit. 

You pull away, removing your hands from him rather stiffly. The look of disappointment on his face has your chest tightening in pain for a second.

“I better go,” you say sheepishly. “Make sure to get some rest, okay?”

“Right,” Cal sighs, waiting just for a moment longer in case you don’t go just yet, but you turn around and make your way to the front of the ship, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment once you have your back to him. He leans down onto the cot with a quiet groan, placing his arm over his forehead. 

The call came from Cere; she needs your help with some intercepted transmissions, so that’s what you work on for some time. Once you’re done, you start tinkering with Cal’s commlink, changing some parts and improving the wiring, so it wouldn’t be as easy to jam or reroute communications in the future.

It takes you a while to make those improvements, and once you’re finally done, you stand up with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. It’s time for you to hit the bed as well. 

As you get up from the round table, you notice that Greez isn’t in his captain’s seat. You were so focused on your work that you must have missed him walking by. Shrugging it off, you make your way to the back, looking forward to cuddling with Cal, as you’ve had to share a bed ever since you came onboard the Mantis. You hope it wouldn’t be weird after what happened earlier, though.

Just as you’re passing the threshold to the back of the ship, Greez walks past you. Cal is sitting on the cot and not sleeping, as he should be. You push him back down onto the bed, telling him to scoot over so you can fit as well.

“What did Greez want?” you ask as you get comfortable. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. He apologised, actually” Cal answers, lying down behind you and pulling you into his chest. “For the whole Haxion Brood thing.” He pauses for a moment, and you look over your shoulder. “He also said I should cut Cere some slack for the whole… Trilla situation.”

You lie back down, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m actually not sure what I’ll do once I find the Holocron,” Cal admits, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you offer, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “For now, let’s focus on the mission at hand. A lot can happen until then.” 

Cal doesn’t answer, but he hugs you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to doze off into some much needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s because of Cere shaking your shoulder not so gently, telling you to get up. You respond with a groan, hiding your face in the pillow. 

“Get up, we’re about to arrive,” Cere says with a warning tone that leaves no place for discussion. So you have no choice but get up. 

Again on Kashyyyk, Cal gets ready to go meet this Tarfful guy. Or rather, Wookiee. After plans are made and equipment is checked, it’s time for him to go. 

“Here, your new and improved commlink,” you announce to Cal, holding out the device. 

Cal thanks you with a smile, taking it from your hands and pocketing it away. BD beeps, telling him it’s time to go. But he stands there looking at you for a second longer. 

“Be careful, okay?” you plead in a quiet voice.

“I promise,” he assures you with his usual smile, but his eyes are searching yours for something else, and that’s all it takes for you to momentarily block out the rest of the world and do what you’ve been wanting to since probably the first day you ever laid eyes on the redhead. 

“Wait, come here,” you say and your hands reach up to hold his poncho. “You have something on your face.” 

You pull him down until his nose brushes against yours.

“Me,” you whisper, and capture his lips with yours. Cal makes an adorable sound of surprise, but is quick to kiss you back. By the way his hand snakes around your torso and comes to a sudden halt at the small of your back, you can tell it’s taking him a lot of effort to hold back right now. For some reason, that makes you feel even bolder, so before pulling back, you give his bottom lip a nibble. 

Cal lets out a “phew” with a cocky smirk, running his hand through his hair, and it’s illegal how handsome he looks right now. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one with tricks up my sleeves, huh?” he says and you laugh, now slightly embarrassed as you realise everyone on the landing platform just saw you. 

“Off you go,” you tell Cal, giving him a playful push on his chest, and he leans in to quickly steal one last kiss, then takes off with a wink.

— — —

A/N 2: i couldn’t find any info on how the bounty hunter kidnapping scene ties into the story (to me it felt kinda random when playing), so it seems a lot of the surrounding parts were scrapped and all that was left was greez’ dialogue about gambling. but i wanted to use the scene, so i hope it made sense lol // screenshot is mine

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🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @dybynyght, @galaxtic-writings

#goose feathers #cal kestis x reader #star wars cal x reader #jedi fallen order x reader #star wars x reader

[galateagalvanized]

2 is my lucky number!

#2 - Aphelion, by Sleeping at Last

Loving Obi-Wan was supposed to be safe.

Not easy—though it was that too, sometimes, and terribly so—but safe.

Cody takes a breath like sharpening a blade, like racking a round, and tries to focus on the intel report that he's run his eyes over three times already. His brain stutters over the words. It keeps catching on grief.

“Sir?” Boil asks, parting the tent flap with a gauntleted hand and a single second of hesitation. Cody checks his chrono. It’s been exactly an hour since Waxer came by; Cody would admire the consistency of their check-ins if each interruption weren’t a reminder.

“Come in, Lieutenant,” Cody says, sighing, looking up. He doesn’t know what they expect to find each time they peer in. He doesn’t know what they want him to say, to do.

“Forward scouts have found two additional Separatist camps north of Shyrikaw,” Boil says. A week ago, that would’ve been a comm message. A week ago, it would have been an alert accompanying an automatic update of their battle map.

A week ago, Obi-Wan would have mentioned it to him in passing, their heads huddled over the holoprojection, their fingers trailing possible paths through the blue mountains of Kashyyyk.

Now, Cody nods. This is an answer easy enough to give. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Boil hesitates again, waiting. The song of cicadas rises to a crescendo, then fades, then rises again.

“If you need to take some time,” Boil says, “Wax and I can—”

“I don’t need time,” Cody snaps, then breathes, then calms. “We lose people every day. We lose people on my orders every single day. I can’t stop to grieve them. Why should this be different?”

Boil looks at him, uncertain, wary. Kashyyyk’s atmosphere has the approximate water content of Kamino’s oceans. Sweat beads on Cody’s forehead; he wipes it off. Dirt streaks the back of his hand, and he scrubs at his face irritably.

“Cody,” Boil starts. Stops. Cody wonders if Boil would need to take some time if Cody died, if Waxer died, if either of them were shot in the dark by a coward hiding behind a scope.

Grief claws at his throat, clogging it like the gritty Kashyyykian mud.

“Check the perimeter,” Cody chokes out, ducking his head back over the report.

A whisper of canvas, and Boil leaves.

His hands shake. His knees shake. His chest expands in pointless pursuit of oxygen that his blood can’t seem to process, and he drops the pad.

Loving his brothers was a given, written into his soul, in every whorl of his fingerprints. He loved them, all of them, but there were no promised tomorrows for clones. And, beyond that, Cody had to put those well-loved lives on the table himself, to personally up the ante of the war with their lives. 

It required a distance. No need to make it any harder to be the one who survives, he had thought, but—

He never thought he’d survive Obi-Wan. 

Wetness gathers on his lashes, threatening to spill into the tracks carved by his sweat. Loving Obi-Wan was supposed to be safe, simple. He could never have Obi-Wan, and he could never lose him. Always perfectly just out of arm’s reach. And the love Cody couldn’t afford to spend on the brothers he would lose, he spent there.

And lost there anyways.

The sour summer heat soaks his blacks through. They’ve lost a few datapads to the humidity, and they keep having to scoop water out of their fuel supplies. Mud has seeped into anything with more than a hairline crack. 

Misery breeds in his lungs thicker than the atmosphere, and Cody hates himself for it.

He collapses into a chair, surrendering the fight to gravity. What would Jango have said, to see Cody mourning an outsider more than he ever mourned a brother, more than he mourned Ponds, his batchmate, more than the thousands of names Cody still reads through every Remembrance Day? 

Guilt seeps through the cracks in him like mud.

Guilt, because he must have cared for this man more than his brothers. Guilt, because after two years of loss, it was not the loss of his brothers who brought him to his knees, gasping in mud that is as red and wet as love.

And he thinks that that isn’t how love should work—there should be no finite quantity of love, for which loving one person more means loving another less—but few things in his life ever work the way he thinks they should.

Cody is so awfully sorry that he does not work the way he should. 

He stands. Mud stains the sun streaks on his armor.

Beyond his tent, he hears a squelch, a throat cleared. A white and black and gold gauntlet appears in the slit between the tent flaps.

“Sir?” Crys says.

“Come in, Corporal,” Cody says, and his guilt drowns out the grief. 

Surprise! the numbers were related to my spotify top 20 hahaha. This probably isn’t a very new years eve-y story, oops! But thank you very much for the prompt 💖

#codywan #prompt fills #am writing #ask Chel #glimmerglanger #thank you!!! #aphelion is not actually this sad #but it is a little sad! #‘’the further point from the sun’’ deserves some angst lmao

[vipier]

padawan to jedi to clone war general to inquisitor au timeline:

45 BBY: tristan patel is born.

42 BBY: the jedi order comes to his birth family’s door after discovering that he is force sensitive. tristan’s biological father is eager to let his troublesome child go with the help of a few credits.

41 - 33 BBY: as a jedi initiate, tristan is trained in cobra clan with a group of approximately 20 other students in the ways of the force. he struggles maintaining his emotions, which causes concern for several of the jedi masters. however, he possesses enough power and raw talent, and demonstrates enough progress, that he is permitted to continue.

33 BBY: tristan participates in the initiate trials and catches the eye of master seneca kappel, who takes him on as his padawan.

33 BBY - 23 BBY: tristan remains master seneca’s padawan. his master is a bit more “ hands-off ” in his training than most masters with their padawans — but, regardless, always seems to know what tristan has been up to, so there’s at least an understanding from tris that he’s being watched most of the time he isn’t directly at his master’s side. not that this improves his behavior ; if anything, he acts out in subtle ways, including eventually beginning an arguably reckless romantic entanglement with naval academy student and eventual senator’s aide cassian jeron andor, of which his master vocally disapproves but somehow still tolerates.

23 BBY: master seneca finally permits tristan to complete his jedi trials and takes him to the jedi temple on lothal to do so. despite struggling immensely with three of the nine steps — namely teamwork, anger, and forgiveness — tristan ultimately passes the trials and is knighted, just in time to see the galaxy descend into chaos the following year when the clone wars begin.

22 BBY: as a fully fledged jedi knight, tristan is made a general and placed in charge of his own troops, despite his misgivings. he struggles tremendously with leadership, and at times, his men doubt him. he seeks the counsel of his master, but finds far greater assistance in the advice of his secret lover, now a naval captain with a born knack for command and attracting loyalty. gradually, his leadership improves, and although he knows he will never be any truly great leader, his men begin to trust him more.

22 - 19 BBY: tristan and his men fight through the duration of the clone wars, often alongside captain andor’s troops, and all the while, he yearns for a swift end to the war, gradually disenchanted with battle and republic rhetoric and the orders issued by the jedi council. in his weaker moments, he asks his lover to run away with him, knowing they’d never make it without being executed as defectors — and knowing he would never agree.

19 BBY: tristan receives a visit from his old master while stationed with his troops on kashyyyk. master seneca confirms reports that general kenobi has gone to engage general grievous on utapau and that the war will soon come to a close. he also informs tris that captain andor has been revealed as a separatist and traitor, and that he expects tristan to arrest or, if necessary, kill him, because he's the one person who might be able to get close enough to do so. tristan first refuses to believe this information, then patently refuses to complete the task whether or not the information is true. the argument escalates until both men simultaneously sense a vast disturbance in the force. unbeknownst to both of them, order 66 has begun, and within moments, tristan's clone forces have turned on them. master seneca see his chance and abandons his former padawan without a glance back. it is only by a stroke of the most unlikely fate that tristan manages to escape with only the clothes on his back, his lightsaber, and a number of nasty blaster burns. although he is unable to piece together what actually happened until weeks later, he knows he is on the run. in reality, through all official channels, jedi general tristan patel is presumed dead.

19 - 17 BBY: he is a fugitive with no friends and no resources, merely surviving, flying under the radar and terrified to reveal even a fraction of his identity for fear of being discovered by vader and his inquisitors. he managed to flee kashyyyk to the outer rim and inhabits mostly desolate planets, foraging for most of his food, and trying to stifle his connection to the force as much as possible for fear of being discovered. he has surmised that the few allies he may have had, including captain andor, are dead.

17 - 16 BBY: tristan's greatest fear is realized and he is captured by lord vader's inquisitors on the outer rim planet of vaal in the gordian reach, where he had made a temporary home for himself in a remote area of the vast savannah there. after a fight, and despite expecting death, he was taken to the fortress inquisitorius, where he spent the next year incarcerated. throughout this time, the inquisitors, purge troopers, and some empire scientists interrogated, tortured, and performed experiments on him in a calculated effort to break his will. while tris finds himself tormented and hopeless during this time, the most prevalent emotion is rage. eventually, he realizes that he can use this rage to make it appear as though he's fallen completely to the dark side - which he does successfully.

16 BBY - 4 ABY: tristan becomes a full inquisitor, the eleventh brother, and for the next twenty years of his life, must hide in the lion's den, shielded from detection amongst his own ranks of force users by his unpredictable anger, which effectively eclipses his intentions of revenge and sabotage of the empire after having everything taken from him. unfortunately, this gamble of his opens a dangerous door that leads him down the path of actively fighting descent to the dark side as he balances the use of his rage for his own protection and the protection of the eventual rebel networks to which he feeds information, and attempts to pull himself away from the precipice of being consumed by darkness completely. throughout this time, he probably saves hundreds or thousands of lives - but is also forced to do countless things he never wanted to, all of which pull him further toward an edge from which he fears he can never return.

TIMELINE BETWEEN 16 BBY AND 4 ABY UNDER THE CUT:

15 BBY - 6 BBY: tristan successfully makes contact with two different rebel forces: saw gerrera's partisans and bail organa's resistance network. he uses the alias of viper to send the appropriate information to each faction, namely assisting gerrera's partisans in identifying the most effective times and places for empire sabotage and delivering the names of force sensitive and other vulnerable individuals, as well as potential spies, to organa's network for rescue or recruitment. for almost a decade, he manages to ferry information under the radar. nobody suspects on either side that the eleventh brother could possibly be this rebel informant, whose valuable information leads his moniker to be whispered with increasing frequency among those who would align themselves with rebel cells.

6 BBY - 2 BBY: saw gerrera becomes increasingly paranoid, including developing suspicion for the individual calling himself viper, especially after nine years of refusing to reveal himself. through saw, tristan is able to make contact with luthen rael, who agrees to assume any risk associated with the anonymous informant. tristan spends the next four years in contact with luthen and his associate kleya marki to deliver sensitive information.

2 BBY - 4 ABY: the rebel alliance in its final form finally comes to fruition. for convenience, tristan's viper reports siphon their way solely through rebel intelligence via general davits draven, rather than both through luthen and bail organa's contact, for approximately the first year after the alliance's official formation. in 1 BBY, however, when cassian andor commits to the rebellion after years of chaotic and dangerous solo work, apparently with a new resolve and commitment, viper transmits that he with only communicate with andor moving forward. while a bit baffling to rebel high command - and a bit of a hit to general draven's ego, to lose exclusive access to a vital informant - the rebellion allows this. the reality is that tristan discovered cassian's survival many years before, when he was captured by the eleventh brother's purge trooper squadron. without explanation, tristan let him go and has been monitoring him and protecting him as best he can since without revealing his own identity, for fear other inquisitors - or force forbid, lord vader - might sense the shift or andor might be discovered and killed. sometime in 2 BBY, a course of events forced his identity to be revealed to his former lover and they were reunited under dangerous circumstances. tristan urged cassian to commit to the rebellion, to help him, and for the next five years, cassian becomes his " handler, " with nobody else the wiser that viper is, in fact, the eleventh brother.

4 ABY: after the conclusion of the battle of endor, the rebels storm the fortress inquisitorius. tristan, already fighting what feels like a losing battle within himself with the dark side, attempts to flee - not out of cowardice but out of fear he will destroy the entire invading squadron if they attack. he finds himself cornered, unable to explain himself to a group of reactive and distrustful rebels who've just faced a number of his supposed brethren, all prepared to kill them all. with blasters trained on him, the air pressure crackling around them as tristan attempts to control his power made vast by his constant and purposeful fostering of hate, it all nearly comes to a head before captain andor intervenes and dispurses the troops as he pulls tristan back from the brink. tristan, overwhelmed and drained, collapses and is brought back to rebel headquarters, where he remains in a bacta tank for a week. he wakes in a panic, exploding the bacta tank and setting off a number of alarms, after which that particular medbay is evacuated, save for tristan himself, a number of medical droids, and captain andor, who refuses to leave. it takes a number of weeks for tristan to even partially recover, and by the time he is debriefed, pardoned, given his accolades for his service, and discharged, he still walks with a cane. with cassian, he leaves as soon as he's able for a remote forested planet on the outer rim, where cass has a house waiting for them to return to.

FOLLOWING 4 ABY: tristan sheds the title of both jedi and inquisitor. he suffers deeply from night terrors and struggles with remants of the dark side rising to the surface which remain persistant for years, but begin to dissipate, even though they never fully go away. to heal himself, he focuses hard on removing the rage, on building a home with his lover, cultivating hobbies, discovering a life after four and a half decades of war and use by others. eventually, after spending a significant amount of time isolated in nature, he begins to repair his relationship with the force on his own terms, without the tie of any particular label. to his delight, he's able to pull the corruption from the kyber crystal which powers his lightsaber, turning it back from red to its original yellow. he's little interest in the politics of the new republic, but very occasionally, he's sought after for advice relating to his knowledge of the empire as well as his knowledge of the force. he also becomes useful to the small community on his planet for the deep connection he develops with the forest, which proves a boon for the farmers, loggers, and ranchers in the area.

#EVERYONE APPLAUD THIS TOOK ME SOOOO LONG #this is a heavily featured moss post to nobody's surprise #but this is one of my better verses i've written if i do say so myself #life to life. soul to soul. you pull me from the dark with this single thread of gold. ( star wars arc ii )

[void-spells]

Okay got distracted writing fic but i have returned to playing Survivor! Notes:

I love when the battle droids are genuinely SO funny. Snuck up on one and pushed him off a cliff, then he yelled "WHATS HAPPENIIING" as he flew

Already adoring these creature designs. Hey wait. Hey hold on. Are those fucking boglings.

Greez what have you DONE

Speaking of! GREEZ!!!!! What! Happened! To! Your! Hand! And why do you look like you smoke weed now!! And WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND!!!

Cal's room I'm gonna cry

So many plants! Greez is just waiting for the day Cal decides to move in I'm so EMOTIONAL

"Hold the line" Hm. This hurts. This hurts deeply and severely. Sure is funny how this game is called Survivor and Cal is having just the WORST go of it with survivors guilt, huh

Okay yeah so. Boglings are now an invasive species. What the fuck. That's not good-OH SHIT I CAN PET THEM SO MANY TIMES!!! CAL GIVES THEM SCRITCHES!!!

Wow they really show Cal slamming the entire back of his head into a rock as he falls and then go "Yeah he'll just. Get up after that." The rest of this game is a concussion-induced dream I think

Oh neat! Zee! I. Dislike her. No fault on the game I just! Find her a little annoying!

BODE IS BACK AND FLIRATIOUS AS EVER! Hope Cal let's the guy down easy. If he ever picks up on it

I was not prepared for how overwhelmingly large this map is. Very beautiful though! It actually tops Kashyyyk for fav maps now!

WHAT IS THIS THIS IS WHAT A FRACTURED ECHO IS???? THIS IS HORRIBLE

I completely forgot about the whole confusion thing. Whoops.

Poor Cal is just getting eaten alive by these bugs. It's a cute idle animation but MAN

Really love these puzzles! Except when I hate them.

Stepped out once I reached the Forest Array and realized how long I had been playing. Hands hurty....

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #what sucks is i am very aware that uh. something happens to cere #not sure of details but #i still cant wait to see her #voids survivor playthrough

[demifiendrsa]

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[writingforfun0714]

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!

Hi all,

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but I’m back with a new Star Wars Bad Batch fanfic. I will adamantly stand by my belief that it’s got good concepts but needs fanfics/fanart to be good since the show is just horrible.

This will be a long chapter fic—I will update these posts with links

My first TBB fic Older Sister was a kind of test. I decided to put more thought and effort into a more original story that deviates from the show but still has ideas the show tried to portray. The main difference is that my fic doesn’t follow the episodes like my ‘Older Sister’ fanfic and includes more OCs.

I also decided to retcon my Jedi Youngling OC Maisy’s backstory.

Warnings: Jedi AU/alternate universe, spoilers for TCW and TBB, contains OCs, LONG POST, O66 trauma, lemme know if I’m missing something

Title: Our Love

Chapter 1: When Everything Went Wrong

Word count: 13,569

3rd POV

The Clone War has raged on for 4 long years. To most it might not seem like a long time, though the destruction and violence has made the war seem 10 times as long. Most of the Jedi are stretched thin throughout the galaxy. Even Master Yoda has gone to support troops on the Wookiee planet of Kashyyyk. Anakin Skywalker has raced back to the Senate Tower on Coruscant to rescue Chancellor Palpatine from Count Dooku while his master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, engages General Grievous on Utapau. Anakin’s former padawan, Ahsoka Tano and half of Anakin’s battalion, including Captain Rex, is on Mandalore with Bo Katan to help her capture Darth Maul.

Elsewhere, on the snowy forest world of Kaller, General Bilaba, her padawan, Commander Dume, and Clone Force 99 fight off the swarming battle droids. The General and her padawan were in need of reinforcements, so CF99 was dispatched, despite only having 5 members.

On a nearby Outer Rim planet, Master Iyola and her Padawan, Wyyntrr, are pressing their assault with their battalion. Wyyntrr is an albino Wookiee. He was born blind because of his albinism. As he’s gotten older and stronger with the Force, Wyyntrr has learned to sense where things are. With most Jedi, they use the Force as a source of knowledge and power, but Wyyntrr’s master, Iyola, has taught him to use the Force as an extension of his senses instead.

The two are leading their battalion in a stealth mission to push back the Separatist battle droids.

“Just 2 klicks south General,” Commander Pierce, the clone commander, alerts. That’s when Master Iyola freezes, a cold chill running down her spine. Wyyntrr also feels it as well.

“Master?” Wyyntrr asks cautiously. The clone’s hologram beeps.

“Could be good news,” Commander Pierce replies sarcastically.

“Answer it,” Iyola says seriously. The clone commander nods and answers the message. A cloaked figure appears, the shadows of his hood conceals his face.

“CC-4121, execute Order 66,” the mysterious, dark figure orders. Pierce straightens.

“Yes my lord,” Commander Pierce replies coldly before looking at Iyola and Wyyntrr. The Jedi Master takes a protective stance in front of her Padawan. The clone suddenly points his dual blaster pistols at the two Jedi and fires off rapid shots! Master Iyola manages to ignite her purple saber and deflect the barrage of blaster bolts in time.

“Master!” Wyyntrr roars. He ignites his own teal lightsaber and blocks 2 incoming shots.

“Stay behind me Wyyntrr!” Master Iyola orders, trying to keep every nearby trooper in sight.

“What’s going on Master Iyola?!” Wyyntrr asks frantically as he smells the scent of heat and electricity. A blaster bolt! He dodges just in time as the red bolt of light whizzes by his face.

“Get to our ship-I’m right behind you!” Master Iyola snaps.

“But-“

“GO!” Iyola says, disarming 3 clone troopers with one arching swing of her purple lightsaber. She jumps up, spinning as she does and kicks a nearby trooper back as Wyyntrr runs as fast as he can.

As Iyola blocks two blaster bolts aimed for her head and chest, she’s unable to block the one that hits the back of her thigh.

“Gah!” She yelps in pain.

“Master!” Wyyntrr cries out, skidding to a stop before racing back. Before she can protest, Wyyntrr manages to get to Iyola and deflects 2 blaster shots before letting his Master drape an arm over his shoulders and support her weight. Being a Wookiee, Wyyntrr is physically stronger than the average 11yr old, but he still grunts with effort.

The two Jedi hurry as fast as they can through the dense swampy jungle, hearing the clone troopers right behind them.

“Padawan, listen to me. You are much faster than I am. I can hold them off long enough for you to get back to our ship and go back to the Temple for help-“ General Iyola tells him.

“W-What?! I’m not leaving you! I won’t!” Wyyntrr assures her.

“Wyyn, look at me,” Iyola says in a gentle, soft tone. Wyyntrr immediately listens, knowing how serious she is. He looks in the area where Iyola is. Being blind, he has a tendency to look near instead of look at. He feels her calloused, tough hands gently cup his cheeks.

“You are strong, Wyyntrr. Stronger than you know. Something is wrong with the troopers. I don’t know what’s going on but they are not themselves. You have a good heart Wyyntrr. Please do not lose it,” Iyola tells him, kissing the top of his head lovingly. Knowing what his Master is doing, he lets tears slip out of his bright red eyes as he clings to her waist.

“I will always be with you,” she whispers before slipping her arm off of him and igniting her purple saber. The troopers close in as Wyyntrr slips away. Iyola stands at the ready but is quickly swarmed and surrounded by clones. They unleash a barrage of blaster fire on the Chiss Jedi General. Iyola takes out a couple clones before she takes a hit in her stomach, causing her to freeze. She gasps in pain and that’s when a wave of pain washes over her as the sound of blaster fire is deafening, before the life leaves her eyes. Her lightsaber deactivates and falls to the ground next to her body with a slight thud.

“Find the Commander! Contact the base-we can’t let him escape!” A clone orders. That’s when Commander Pierce, walks out of the shadows and foliage. He walks up to General Iyola’s lifeless body and touches the lightsaber hilt with his foot before bending down to pick it up. He rubs the mud off the hilt before attaching it to his utility belt.

“He won’t get far,” Commander Pierce assures the clone troopers, “move out!”

Wyyntrr runs as fast as he can through the marshy swamp. He’s breathing hard and even though he’s put distance between the clones and himself, Wyyntrr can still hear the troopers pursuing him.

“This way!” He hears a voice cry out and panic rises in his chest. The adrenaline allows his Force abilities to take control and he speeds up.

He’s about to start climbing up a tree when pain suddenly washes over his entire body. His hands immediately come to cover his stomach, but is both relieved and worried when he doesn’t feel blood or any sign of injury.

“Master!” Wyyntrr gasps, his eyes widening. Master Iyola—she’s hurt and Wyyntrr can sense it, thanks to their close bond. That’s when he hears a distant scream. Master Iyola! Wyyntrr starts racing back but when he tries to sense where his Master is, all he feels is emptiness and an intense sadness overtakes the albino Wookiee and he drops to his knees.

“There he is!” A clone trooper exclaims and fires at Wyyntrr. He flinches, dodging the red bolt of light and roars mourningly before leaping as high up as he can into the trees. Thanks to the dense tree cover, he’s able to run through the branches much quicker than slogging through the water and mud.

“Split up!” Pierce motions up to the trees and half the troopers immediately shoot their ascension cables up into the trees and are lifted up.

Wyyntrr gets back to the base but hides in the trees. He shuts his eyes and reaches his hand out. He feels a huge metallic shape and realizes it’s the ship. Wyyntrr gets as close as he can to the protective wall surrounding the base before sensing movement. He takes a breath and makes a huge leap over the wall and starts to flail a bit as he falls. He roars fearfully before hitting the ground, rolling as he does to lessen the impact. He tumbles a bit and shakes off the daze. As he stands up, he senses movement nearby-

“It’s the Commander!” A clone trooper yells and Wyyntrr gasps. He takes off towards the ship as the clones at the base descend down upon the young albino Wookiee. He flinches when he feels the heat of a blaster shot whizz by his head.

Wyyntrr gets grazed by two shots, one on the shoulder and on his right foot, on the heel. He roars a bit in pain but doesn’t stop running. The Padawan makes it back to the ship and seals himself inside.

“Lock the hatch and engage shields!” Wyyntrr commands the ship’s AI. You see with Wyyntrr being blind, General Iyola has customized her ship to recognize voice commands, making it easier for the albino Wookiee.

“Power engines!” Wyyntrr adds as he hops into the pilot’s seat. He feels the vibration of the ship starting up and feels for the steering controls. He grips the handles and pulls up. As he does, Wyyntrr also feels the ship starting to move forwards and upwards at the same time. Wyyntrr feels the ship rock from the back and realizes he’s getting hit from behind.

Wyyntrr accelerates as fast as possible and shoots up as he pulls hard on the steering. The ship tilts almost to 90 degrees.

“Hyperspace coordinates for Coruscant!” Wyyntrr says, pressing the mic button on the steering’s right handle. The autopilot takes control of the hyperdrive and it hums to life. The stars turn streaky as the ship zips into hyperspace. Once he feels the ship lurch forward, Wyyntrr slumps against the chair before sobbing mournfully for his Master.

Clone Force 99 have also left the nearby world of Kaller. To spare Caleb Dume, Hunter lied to Crosshair and now the unit is heading back to Kamino in their ship, the Havoc Marauder.

As Order 66 rages through the galaxy, there is one planet that is relatively safe compared to the others. Kamino, the stormy ocean planet of cloners. They are responsible for the creation of the entire clone army. The chief scientist, Nala Se made no protests when Master Shaak Ti was called to Coruscant. However, the Togruta master has asked her long-time close friend Master Jaeruho to fill in for her. A Crèche Master, Jaeruho is a shaggy, middle aged man that looks older than he is and prefers the company of children. While he’s not the best duelist, Jaeruho is wise with the Force and has realized that to best help The Jedi Order is to protect and teach the children.

Since the beginning of the Clone Wars, Master Jaeruho has taken Jedi Younglings to the planet of Kamino to learn about the clone cadets. Now he’s taken Youngling Maisy with him. She was brought to the Temple as a baby and immediately took a liking to Master Jaeruho, and he with her. Youngling Maisy is an energetic, curious 4yr old that Master Jaeruho often calls ‘too smart for her own good’.

Maisy’s been excited to go to Kamino ever since Jaeruho told her. They got to see the embryo tubes and were now going to see the youngest cadets, the infants and toddlers.

The two walk down a long sterile bright white hallway. As they walk, Master Jaeruho feels the same dark coldness most Jedi felt before the clones’ turn. He freezes and Maisy looks up at him.

“Master Jae? What’s wrong?” the Youngling asks.

“Something’s…wrong,” he warns.

“I’m not sure…things are…clouded,” he whispers. That’s when they hear lots of footsteps coming down the hall.

“Come little one-we must hurry-“ he says, motioning to the girl and she reaches up so he can easily lift her into his arms.

They hurry down the hallway but Jaeruho skids to a stop when he hears more footsteps coming from the opposite way.

“Ok Maisy-I need you to listen to me very carefully-“ he says as he sets the girl down. The Jedi Master draws his pale lime green saber. He looks down both ways of the hall, judging where to focus first.

“Master-look-“ Maisy says, pressing the biggest button on the nearby console. A door whooshes open.

“In! Hurry!” Jaeruho motions and they run in, letting the door close in time. Jaeruho deactivates his saber and motions for the girl to be still and quiet as he watches the door. Silhouettes of the clone troopers hurry by but none stop.

“Master-“ Maisy whispers.

“Silence Youngling,” Jaeruho snaps quietly.

“But-“

“Maisy-I mean it-“ The man insists, not taking his eyes off the door. His grip tightens on his lightsaber hilt.

A tense, silent moment passes until Master Jaeruho quietly sighs with relief. He turns and sees Maisy frozen in fear. Frowning in confusion, he follows her gaze until he spots a young cadet with golden blond hair, rich tan skin and bright, deep brown eyes with matching dark, thick eyebrows. Unlike the other cadets, this one is a girl, Master Jaeruho realizes. She’s wearing the same headpiece Nala Se wears too, the older man notices.

“Who are you?” He asks as Maisy clings to his leg, peeking out to look at the older girl.

“My name’s Omega. You’re Jedi…aren’t you?” The girl, Omega, asks. Master Jaeruho nods.

“Master Jaeruho and Youngling Maisy,” he introduces. Omega looks at the little girl peeking out from behind Jaeruho’s leg.

“I’ve never met another human female before. I only have brothers,” Omega says.

“Omega, do you know what’s going on?” Jaeruho asks seriously, getting the blonde girl’s attention.

“I’m not sure, but it could be the inhibitor chips,” Omega explains.

“Inhibitor chips?” Jaeruho asks.

“What’s a ‘inbitter’ chip?” Maisy asks.

“In-hi-bi-tor chip. They’re in all the clones except for Alpha and me,” Omega explains. Master Jaeruho’s stony eyes widen. He’d read Master Kenobi’s report on the Kaminoans right before the war. Alpha was the clone Jango Fett wanted for a son…Boba Fett.

“Boba-“ Jaeruho whispers, causing Maisy to look up at him in confusion, but Omega nods. She’s never met him before, despite being genetically identical, but Omega has heard Nala Se talk about the boy before he escaped the Kaminoans at the start of the Clone War. She had assumed he looked like the various other cadets that are a bit older than her. Omega had hoped she would meet him someday. She knew he was created before her so Omega is unsure if he knows about her…or not.

The sound of footsteps gets everyone’s attention.

“Something’s wrong with the clones,” the Jedi master warns the children.

“Omega…I know the clones to be loyal and trustworthy allies. Can I count on you?” Master Jaeruho asks seriously. Sensing how serious the older man is, Omega nods as Maisy looks worriedly between the two.

“I wanna help however I can,” Omega assures Master Jaeruho. He relaxes when he feels the older girl telling the truth.

“Listen to me, both of you,” he says, motioning for the girls to come closer.

“The clone troopers are going door to door checking for me. They know I’m here, somewhere. I’ve felt a dark shift in the Force and…the future of the Jedi and the galaxy is…uncertain. We must get back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. I can create a diversion so that you two can escape. Omega, my ship is the T-6 Jedi Shuttle at Hangar 13-B,” Master Jaeruho says, taking out his lightsaber. He opens it up and the children watch curiously. They easily spot the glowing blue kyber crystal and awe at it.

“Youngling—I want you to take this,” he says, handing Maisy the small blue crystal.

“I-I don’t understand-“ She tells him, taking it anyways.

“I have a plan. I’m not the best with a lightsaber and I can’t have the kyber crystal in the wrong hands in case anything happens. I know it’ll be much safer with you, Maisy….with both of you,” Master Jaeruho says, including Omega, who nods. Maisy takes the small crystal and shoves it in her pocket and nods.

“I won’t let you down,” Maisy tells the man. He smiles warmly.

“I know. Now stay with Omega, no matter what, ok? She knows Kamino better than me and knows where our ship is. She will get you there,” Master Jaeruho says.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” Omega reassures Maisy, offering a hand. The Youngling looks at the female clone and finds herself nodding before taking Omega’s hand.

“I’ll meet you both at the ship,” the Jedi Master tells the girls.

Jaeruho motions for the girls to hide. Omega gently pulls Maisy along and the two hide in the cabinet space under the countertop at the back. Jaeruho puts his saber on his belt and hurries out, immediately catching attention from passing clone troopers.

“There he is! BLAST HIM!” The girls hear before blaster fire. Maisy moves to get out and help her Master but Omega grabs hold of her upper arm.

“No-we can’t. Not yet-“ Omega warns quietly. Before Maisy can argue, they hear the door whoosh open and footsteps walking in. The sound moves around and they can hear various sounds of rifling.

“Clear. Keep moving. The Jedi split up. The kid’s gotta be here somewhere,” the girls hear a trooper say. Seeing how afraid the Youngling looks, Omega reaches out and grabs her hand, squeezing gently to calm the girl. She looks at Omega who nods ever so slightly. Maisy gulps down her panic and nerves before remembering that she wouldn’t let her master down. She can be brave, like the Jedi are supposed to be.

The door whooshes open again before it closes and Omega sighs with relief.

“Ok, c’mon, we gotta hurry,” Omega tells Maisy as they crawl out of their hiding place. They hurry over to the door panel and Omega opens the door only a crack so she can peek out. Making sure it’s clear both ways, Omega opens the door all the way and the two hurry out.

“This way,” Omega says, grabbing Maisy’s hand. The two hurry down the hallway.

The girls turn to the right when the hall splits off into two ways but Omega immediately stops, causing Maisy to bump into her. Omega spots Taun We, a Kaminoan scientist that often kept an eye on her and gasps. Before Maisy can ask, Omega turns and slams the button on a nearby console to open a supply closet.

“Hide!” Omega hisses, nearly pushing the Youngling in.

“H-Hey-!” Maisy exclaims as Omega shuts the door on her.

“There you are Omega,” Taun We says, “Nala Se has been looking for you. You know the facility is in lockdown.”

“I-I know but I had to finish some research at the library-“ Omega lies. She’s not a very good liar, but she often does find herself in the library more often than not. Nala Se doesn’t let her have much freedom otherwise.

Taun We nods, not thinking anything of the girl’s explanation.

“I understand, but the Jedi Master and his Youngling are still here. It’s not safe for you to be by yourself,” Taun We says.

“B-But I thought the Jedi were good-“ Omega tries.

“They’ve turned on the Chancellor and tried to assassinate him. They are traitors to the Republic,” Taun We explains. Omega’s eyes widen.

“I’ve told AZI-3 to take you back to Nala Se,” Taun We says before the medical droid floats into view.

“AZI!” Omega smiles happily.

“Hello Omega. It is good to see you again,” AZI responds.

“Nala Se is expecting you. Do not to wander,” Taun We says before walking off.

“Let’s go Omega,” AZI says once the two are alone.

“AZI-I need you to keep a secret-“ Omega says walking up to the closet door. She pushes the panel and the door whooshes open. Omega sees the Youngling looks shocked.

“Who are you?” AZI asks.

“This is Master Jaeruho’s Youngling,” Omega explains. The medical droid blinks in shock before looking at the little girl.

“We have to get to hangar 13-B,” Omega tells the droid.

“The termination of the Jedi is paramount. If Nala Se finds the Youngling-“

“I know-I know-“ Omega interrupts AZI so he doesn’t frighten Maisy even further.

“You promised!” Maisy argues, tugging on Omega’s sleeve.

“It’s ok-I won’t leave you-I promise. I’ll get you to your ship,” Omega insists and the little girl calms down a bit before nodding.

“AZI, I need you to stall Nala Se as long as possible,” Omega tells her droid pal.

“But Omega-“

“AZI—the kid needs me-“ Omega insists, grabbing hold of Maisy’s hand and squeezing lightly.

“I understand. I will keep Nala Se busy,” he says and the girls smile.

“C’mon, we gotta hurry-“ Omega tells the Youngling, who nods. They hurry out while AZI goes to find Nala Se to make sure the head Kaminoan scientist isn’t looking for Omega.

Omega hurries down the hall, pulling Maisy along with her.

“Your friend will be ok, won’t he?” Maisy asks, glancing behind as they rush down the hall.

“Of course. AZI knows the drill,” Omega assures the younger girl. Omega looks at her and sees the small braid in her hair. Omega finds it hard to believe this little girl, barely a child, is a Jedi.

“Your name’s Maisy right?” Omega asks and the younger girl nods.

“It’s gonna be ok,” Omega tries to reassure the Youngling.

Omega turns left and goes all the way down until it splits into either right or left corridors and Omega takes the left. That’s when Maisy feels a cold feeling rush down her spine and settle at the pit of her stomach. The Youngling stops in her tracks and turns around.

“Master-“ she whispers.

“Maisy? C’mon-we have to keep going-” Omega insists. Maisy seems almost frozen.

“He’s in trouble-“ Maisy insists before running back the other way, taking the right corridor instead.

“Wait! Maisy! Come back!” Omega exclaims and chases after the Youngling.

Maisy is able to use the Force to figure out which turns to take. She slips down a smaller, narrow hallway but before she gets to the other side, she’s yanked back.

“Gotchya!” Omega gasps, panting a bit at having to catch the speedy little girl.

“Omega-Master Jaeruho’s in trouble! I know it!” Maisy insists. That’s when the girls suddenly hear blaster fire and fighting. They watch and Maisy’s eyes widen when she hears Master Jaeruho cry out in pain. Before either girl can do anything, they see the Jedi Master get thrown backwards before getting outgunned! The girls watch in horror as a spray of blaster bolts head right for the Jedi Master. He uses the last bit of his strength to stop the incoming blaster fire before sensing a familiar presence. He turns and down the small hallway, he sees Maisy and Omega! More blaster fire rings out and hits Master Jaeruho as he is preoccupied with holding back the first wave of blaster fire. Pain shoots all around Maisy both inside and outside despite having no physical injury.

Before the Youngling can scream in horror and run to her Master, Omega reaches around the girl with one arm, holding her and uses her other hand to cover the Youngling’s mouth, muffling the noise.

“Mmmmff!!! Mmmm-mmmmhhh!!” Maisy glares at Omega through teary eyes

The young clone carries the little girl away, keeping a tight grip on Maisy. The Youngling fights with everything she’s got but Omega is simply stronger than the 4yr old. Once they’re safe, Omega lets go and Maisy glares up at the older girl, swinging her fists at Omega’s legs, hitting the older girl’s thighs a couple times.

“Why did you do that?! I could’ve saved him!” Maisy snaps angrily. Omega reaches out and grabs Maisy by her shoulders.

“There wasn’t anything you could’ve done—you would’ve died with him,” Omega insists, holding the girl. Sadness washes away the anger Maisy feels. She feels her chest, where she felt the pain the most. Where the blaster bolts hit Master Jaeruho. Luckily the pain faded as soon as it came but the sadness is almost too much.

“He…He’s dead. He’s dead and I’m alone,” Maisy chokes back a sob.

“No, I’m with you now and forever Maisy. I will protect you, I promised Master Jaeruho,” Omega insists. Maisy nods and starts crying at the mention of her now deceased Master. Omega gently pulls Maisy into her and hugs the little girl, getting her attention. Maisy cautiously brings her own arms up and wraps them around Omega.

“We have to get to the hangar. The only safe place for you is on your ship,” Omega says as they part and Maisy sniffles but nods in agreement.

“Ok,” she replies glumly before taking Omega’s hand and follows the older girl.

The two girls get to hangar 13-B as the immediate security alert stops. It’s almost dead silent and hardly anyone else is there.

“Over there!” Maisy points to Master Jaeruho’s ship.

“Let’s go,” Omega says and the two hurry as fast as they can. That’s when Omega spots clone troopers, the Coruscant guard specifically, and pulls Maisy behind a stack of crates and motions for the girl to be quiet. Maisy gasps and clings to Omega’s leg, gripping her pants tightly and squeezing firmly, her face buried in Omega’s hip. Omega can feel the fear radiating off of the little girl and it reminds the young clone of similar feelings when Nala Se would perform medical procedures on her. No one was there for Omega at the time, but she can stop someone else from going through those feelings alone. She pries the Youngling off her leg long enough to kneel down and fully wrap the girl in a hug. Omega picks Maisy up and the Youngling buries her head under Omega’s jaw, tucking her face into the young clone’s neck. Her arms are clinging around the back of Omega’s neck while the girl’s legs are wrapped around Omega’s waist so tight she doesn’t really need to support the Youngling, but Omega does anyways to make her easier to hold.

“Hold on,” Omega whispers making sure it’s clear before making a beeline for the T-6 Jedi shuttle.

Omega opens the hatch door and hurries inside, shutting the door behind them.

“Ok, we’ve made it,” Omega says, trying to put Maisy down, but she won’t let go. Sensing the younger girl needs to be comforted, Omega looks around until she spots the small hall that leads to the bunks. Omega walks over and sets the girl down before looking at the messy bunk with pictures taped up all over the wall and realizes this is where Maisy sleeps. She looks at the pictures and sees that despite the crude 4yr old drawing, it’s a picture of her and Master Jaeruho. There are other kids in a couple other drawings and there’s even a picture of her, Master Jaeruho and a small, wrinkled green figure with a walking stick. Omega marvels at the pictures and how personal the space seems to be. Omega lives in Nala Se’s private lab and it’s very basic and bare because the chief scientist won’t let Omega decorate (believing such things to be a waste of time and resources).

“Ok you have to stay here. Lock the ship. I’m gonna get help,” Omega tells Maisy.

“Y-You’re leaving me?” Maisy whimpers, sniffling wetly.

“I know some people that can help us get to the Jedi Temple. I have to go talk to them and you need to stay safe. I’ll be back for you, I promise,” Maisy wipes her eyes and nods.

“Ok. I’ll stay safe and wait for you,” Maisy says glumly. Omega gently strokes Maisy’s wild, shaggy dark brown hair and smiles before nodding once and hurrying out.

Omega’s POV

I walk out of the ship and once the door closes, I hear the locking mechanism click. Good, at least the Youngling will be safe here. I hurry out of the hangar and make my way back to Nala Se.

“Mandatory assembly, all personnel report to general assembly area,” the voice over the PA system. Nala Se will be there.

I make my way to the upper viewing deck and see Nala Se. AZI-3 is nowhere in sight. Great, I sigh.

“Omega, where have you been? You know not to wander off,” the Kaminoan scientist scolds. Despite the natural calm tone Kaminoans have, I can tell how stern and upset Nala Se is.

“I-I’m sorry. I was…hiding from the Jedi,” I lie.

“There is no need to worry, Jedi Master Jaeruho has been terminated. His lightsaber,” Nala Se says, holding the metal hilt out to show me. My eyes widen. Nala Se turns and hands the saber hilt to Lama Su, the Prime Minister, who tucks it away in his clothes. That’s when a hologram of Chancellor Palpatine appears. He’s wearing the hood of his cloak but his eyes…they’re dark and cold.

I stand beside Nala Se and look out at the sea of clone troopers. I hope they’re here. I scan the crowds as the Chancellor makes his speech. That’s when I spot them. Clone Force 99. The troopers in black and red armor. I make eye contact with Hunter, the sergeant of the squad and smile.

“The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated. Any collaborators will suffer the same fate. These have been trying times, but we have passed the test. The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed, but I assure you my resolve has never been stronger. The war is over. The Seperatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning. In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society,” Palpatine’s hologram announces. Everyone cheers and even the Kaminoans clap.

“Refresher-“ I tell Nala Se before racing out to get to the hall that leads to the main assembly area, where I saw Clone Force 99.

Hunter’s POV

“What is it?” Tech asks me when he sees me looking up where the Kaminoans are. I saw a little girl with blonde hair and when I turn back, I see that she’s gone.

“Nothing,” I say.

“In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society,” Chancellor Palpatine announces. Everyone cheers.

“Still don’t think the others are programmed?” Tech asks me. I sigh. Things are…uncertain, that much is clear.

After the assembly, we gather and before we leave, are approached by Governor Tarkin. I’ve never met him but I know Echo’s worked with him before. Echo doesn’t like him and Tarkin doesn’t like us.

“Well, Sergeant Hunter, isn’t it? I must say I am impressed with you and your squad’s abilities, especially on Kaller,” he says. Flashes of Commander Dume making that enormous leap over the chasm makes me pause.

“Though I suppose the accolades should go to your sniper,” he says and my eyes widen slightly.

“According to his report, you let Commander Dume escape while CT-9904 pursued the commander,” Tarkin says so I open my mouth to reply when he raises a hand, stopping me.

“No need for excuses. Allow me to give you another chance to prove your worth. Onderon has had recent insurgent activity. You and your squad will go and squash any attempt at rebellion,” Tarkin orders.

“Yes sir,” I respond and he nods once before walking off, leaving us alone.

“C’mon let’s head back to our barracks,” I tell my brothers before heading out into the great hallway.

We walk through the white sterile halls. I think over that ominous message the Chancellor said until I feel another presence.

“Galactic Empire? We’re soldiers of the Republic,” Echo argues.

“Republic, Empire, what’s the difference?” Crosshair asks.

“The systematic termination of the Jedi is a big one for me,” Tech pipes up. I stop when I’m sure we’re being followed.

“Lads, we’ve got company,” I announce and turn around. The others do as well and I see that little girl from earlier. She smiles and waves at us.

“Hello-“ she says.

“What’s that?” Wrecker asks, bending over to look at the girl.

“My name’s Omega,” she introduces herself, “I was wondering when you guys were coming back. I’m glad I found you. I need your help,” the girl, Omega, explains.

“You know who we are?” I ask and she smiles and nods.

“Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair. You’re Clone Force 99,” Omega says, sounding off our names as she looks at each of us.

“What’re you doing on Kamino kid?” I ask. Before the girl can explain, Nala Se approaches.

“Her job. She is my medical assistant, one with a curious mind that causes her to wander,” the Kaminoan head scientist explains before reaching out to Omega.

“Come along Omega,” Nala Se says. Knowing better than to argue, Omega grabs Nala Se’s outstretched hand and lets the Kaminoan guide her away. As they turn a corner, Omega looks back at the clone squad and waves.

“This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” I comment.

3rd POV

As Nala Se and Omega walk down the hall, Nala Se talks with Omega.

“There hasn’t been any sightings of the Jedi Youngling so I want you to stay in my lab,” Nala Se tells the girl.

“I can take care of myself-“ Omega insists.

“I mean it Omega, no more wandering. Not until we find the Jedi,” Nala Se insists.

“Fine, can I at least go to the library? I’ll get the holodiscs I want and go right back I promise,” Omega insists. Nala Se sighs, knowing Omega well enough that if she were to say no the girl would go anyways.

“Very well,” she says and Omega sighs with relief before running off.

Instead of going to the library, Omega heads to the barracks to find Clone Force 99 and talk to them. She navigates through the halls and gets to one of the other thousands of barracks and stops to take a steadying breath. Omega knows it’s going to be a lot to explain, she just hopes they’ll listen to her. She reaches out nervously and presses the ringer on the computer pad.

Inside, the group turns to the door before sharing looks.

“No one ever wants to see us,” Tech comments. Hunter approaches the door and opens it and when he doesn’t see someone immediately, he looks down and spots Omega!

“H-Hello-can I talk to you?” Omega asks. Hunter glances back at the rest of his squad. Crosshair rolls his eyes while Tech, Wrecker and Echo all look unsure and shrug.

“Hunter, the Onderon mission,” Crosshair insists.

“What is it kid? We can’t stick around for long,” Hunter tells her.

“I need your help, please,” Omega insists.

“Help? With what?” Wrecker asks.

“There was a Jedi Master here,” Omega says. The others freeze and Hunter and Tech share a look while Wrecker’s eyes widen and Echo and Crosshair share an uneasy look.

“Th-The clones—they…they turned on him-“ she stutters slightly, remembering how she had seen him before getting gunned down and shot. How she had to pull Maisy away as fast as she could as the little Youngling fought as hard as she could to get to her master. Hunter stiffens at the description of Order 66.

“Hunter, I’m leaving for the mission. Come or not but I won’t make the same mistake you made on Kaller,” Crosshair says before walking out to go to Onderon and Hunter sighs.

“Cross wait-“ Wrecker tries but Tech puts a hand on his shoulder before motioning to Hunter.

“He’ll come back,” Hunter assures everyone before looking at Omega.

“So you said that the Jedi General that was here…was killed?” Hunter asks seriously and Omega nods.

“He was gunned down. I saw it,” she insists.

“And…so did the Youngling that was with him,” Omega adds hastily.

“Youngling?!” Echo asks clearly shocked.

“What’s a Youngling?” Wrecker asks.

“A Youngling will become a Padawan. Younglings are…little,” Echo tries to explain. Aging is a weird concept for clones since most of them have accelerated aging.

“What happened to the Youngling?” Hunter asks.

“I found her…I got her to her ship but we need help. Her master said to go back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant,” Omega explains.

“Hunter, Crosshair is close to leaving…and I don’t think he’ll wait for us,” Tech says.

“The Jedi have always supported us, fought alongside us. Plus this is a little kid, barely a child. A Youngling won’t survive Hunter, you know it,” Echo argues.

“It’s practically illegal to be a Jedi now. You all saw what happened on Kaller. If one of us turns—“ Hunter says, but that’s when Omega steps up.

“I can help you with that. Nala Se put inhibitor chips inside every clone,” Omega explains.

“I can help you get them out,” Omega says. Hunter, Wrecker and Echo all share an unsure look when Tech steps up.

“She is a clone. I analyzed my initial scan from when we met in the hall,” Tech says, “and being Nala Se’s medical assistant doesn’t hurt,” he adds.

“What about your chip?” Hunter asks.

“I don’t have one,” Omega states factually. The others blink in surprise.

“Aw-no fair-“ Wrecker mumbles quietly.

“If I help you get your inhibitor chips out, will you help us?” Omega asks, desperately looking between the clone troopers.

Echo, Tech and Wrecker all look to Hunter, waiting for the sergeant to make the call. Hunter rubs the side of his head. Even though he felt fine on Kaller, albeit confused as hell, there’s no guarantee the chip won’t reactivate at any time, for any of them. And Crosshair seems to be proof of that. Hunter sighs.

“Alright, we’ll help you,” the sergeant reluctantly replies.

“What about Crosshair?” Tech asks.

“Once he comes back we’ll get his chip out too,” Hunter reassures Tech, who nods.

“We have to get the Youngling to the Jedi,” Echo says. Having worked with the Jedi the most out of the group, he’s the most willing to help.

“First, these inhibitor chips,” Hunter says, rubbing his temple. Echo nods in agreement.

“All medical facilities are on lockdown,” Tech warns.

“Hurry, we don’t have a lot of time,” Hunter says and they all hurry out to find the nearest sterilized room.

Meanwhile…

Crosshair storms out of the barracks angrily. He knew they were more than the average clone trooper. They were special. They were meant for greatness in the coming changes to the galaxy and Crosshair was frustrated Hunter couldn’t understand that. But he would show them. He’d show them all that he could be capable if given the chance. The sniper walks through the halls, thinking on the girl that showed up at their door, the same one from earlier after the assembly.

Hunter didn’t even know this girl, and yet he listened to her but didn’t even consider Crosshair’s position. Crosshair knew since Kaller that he and Hunter wouldn’t fully agree but the sniper wished his sergeant would at least think about his options.

Crosshair gets to the hangar they left the Marauder in.

“You must be CT-9904 of Clone Force 99?” Crosshair hears a voice. He turns and sees Governor Tarkin approaching him. There’s a man with slightly wavy, rich brown hair that’s slicked back and in a drab gray uniform with the Governor that Crosshair doesn’t recognize.

“Sir,” Crosshair answers, standing at attention.

“Where is the rest of your squad?” Tarkin asks.

“They are needed elsewhere,” Crosshair responds truthfully, “but Hunter has entrusted me with the mission. I am more than capable,” the sniper assures Tarkin. The Governor looks at Crosshair.

“Very well. Succeed in this mission and you’ll be rewarded with an important position in this new Empire,” Tarkin tells Crosshair, who nods.

“Yes sir,” Crosshair responds as the two begin to walk away.

“And trooper?” Tarkin asks, getting the sniper’s attention. Crosshair stops and glances back at Governor Tarkin.

“Your initiative on Kaller has not gone unnoticed. Consider any accolades or commendations to be solely yours. You may yet prove to be of more value than your defective brothers,” Tarkin says and Crosshair stiffens unsurely.

“Yes sir,” Crosshair repeats. Of course Crosshair wants to be recognized, but he still wants Hunter and the others to be part of it as well. Tarkin nods before walking off, leaving Crosshair alone. Perhaps once he succeeds, Crosshair can use his newly gained favor to convince Tarkin to give the rest of the squad another chance. Crosshair heads to the Havoc Marauder and makes sure he has everything he needs before powering up the ship and taking off.

Elsewhere…

Maisy’s POV

I’m sitting alone in Master Jaeruho’s ship, trying to keep myself from crying, but I can’t help it. I want Master Jaeruho. I wanna go home, back to the Temple. I want Omega to come back for me. I wish she was here. But I’m all alone.

“I’ll be back for you I promise,” Omega’s voice rings in my head. That’s right, she didn’t leave me. She’ll come back. I just have to be patient (like Master Jaeruho always tells me). I sniffle and wipe the tears out of my eyes before taking a look out the window to make sure it’s still clear. I don’t see anyone at first, not until the hangar door opens on the other side of the room. My eyes widen when I see a whole bunch of clone troopers! I can feel the fear grip me as I freeze. What do I do now? I can’t let them catch me and Omega won’t be able to find me if I leave. I guess there’s only one thing to do. I have to find Omega myself.

I snap out of it and hurry around the ship, making sure to take anything I think I’ll need. I don’t see anything but when I pass by my bunk, I spot the biggest, most colorful drawing I taped up on my wall. It’s me, Master Jaeruho and Master Yoda at the Temple. The tree in the courtyard is in the back. I take it off the wall and fold it up before tucking it inside my outer tunic.

I run over to the cockpit and open the hatch underneath the console. It’s a way out. Crawling through the hatch I manage to drop down and out of the ship’s side. Before anyone can see, I race behind a stack of crates and disappear.

For a moment, I stop and think about Omega. She was really nice to me and Master Jaeruho seemed to trust her. If she really is a clone, then she’s not like the others. Omega is safe. I feel a warmth wash over me and that’s when I see her! She’s hurrying down a hallway and I think there are people with her! I follow the nice, warm feeling out of the hangar and down the maze of halls.

On Onderon…

Crosshair’s POV

The Marauder drops out of hyperspace and I can see Onderon in the distance. I pilot the ship through the planet’s atmosphere and make sure to land in the dense forest for cover. My coordinates are just 5 klicks northeast of here. No problem. I grab my gear and sling my rifle across my back before slipping my helmet on. That’s when our Gonk droid powers on and walks over to me. He’s always been a bit of an odd droid and he’s defective, like us, so he fits right in I suppose.

“Where others?” He beeps.

“On Kamino. This is a solo mission. We’ll go back for them once I complete my mission,” I explain to the droid. He beeps satisfied and heads back towards the gunner’s mount.

“Stay here and guard the ship. Keep your comms on. I’ll contact you when I’m coming back,” I instruct.

“Yes. Stay. Watch ship,” the droid beeps. I nod and walk out, locking the bay door shut behind me.

I make sure to input my coordinates into my helmet before starting to trek through the forest. The insurgents I’m supposed to eliminate have been causing enough trouble to get the attention of Governor Tarkin. Part of me wonders if they are surviving Jedi.

I climb over a fallen tree but when I’m up top, I take a look around through the scope on my helmet. Nothing. Good, at least I’m not being followed. I keep moving and weave through the trees, avoiding dense brush that I can’t get through. Hunter would just use his vibroknife to slice through but time is of the essence and I can’t spend time cutting through.

I do have to stop when I come to a small river. I look around and don’t see a way across. I reach on my belt and pull out the grappling hook attachment for my rifle. I attach it to the 300 foot ascension cable before loading it to my rifle. I aim for the tree directly across from me and aim up, a good 20 feet. I fire and the hook wraps around a tree limb and one of the prongs of the hook catches on the rope. I press the trigger to start pulling me and increase the speed so I practically fly over the water. I release the line and land quietly on the other side. I tug on the cable and the hook unfolds and the cable falls off the limb. I retract the cable and put the hook back onto my belt before continuing a brisk pace through the woods.

It’s been hours and the sun is low, almost set. I use my helmet scope to make sure I’m still headed in the right direction. That’s when I see a small dot of red! A heat signature! My eyes widen. I hurry up and after making my way through the woods, I come to a clearing. The heat signatures grow and as I get closer, I see even more. I climb up onto a small rocky outcropping and grab my rifle. I aim and when I look through he scope, I’m shocked to see civilians! I expected surviving Jedi but…but there are families and children here. Insurgents are insurgents, a passing thought reminds me.

“Pull the trigger, and you’re dead,” I hear a voice. I freeze and that’s when I notice I’m surrounded! They got me when I was caught off guard.

“Put the rifle down, clone,” another voice orders. I glare at them through my helmet before slowly lowering my rifle, knowing not to fight back.

“Take him,” the third, a female, orders and the other two people come over to cuff me while the female takes my rifle. I sigh but I don’t resist.

I’m lead through to the campsite. The other people see us and when they see me, they turn cautious and stare at me.

“Well well, I figured it was only a matter of time before you clones tracked us down,” I hear a man’s voice. I turn and see a dark skinned man with bright green eyes and a beard approach me from the shadows. He’s wearing worn, mismatching armor and appears to be the leader of these insurgents.

“Who are you?” I ask gruffly.

“Humph, my name doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you are my prisoner now. Where are the rest of your clone brothers?” He asks.

“Kamino,” I respond sarcastically, however truthful. His face hardens.

“I don’t think you understand your predicament,” he says.

“Take his helmet off, I wanna see his face,” he orders and that’s when my helmet’s yanked off. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim sunset lighting and I see the man staring me down. I glare back at him.

“Hmm…You’re a clone alright. Armor’s different, you a commander?” he asks, trying to figure out who I am. I stay quiet before looking around. The children are hiding behind the adults, glaring up at me. The young man in faded, worn armor chuckles humorlessly, getting my attention.

“Not expecting to see the truth?” He asks.

“You are insurgents-“ I say.

“That’s what they told you?! Well take a good look at who you were sent to destroy!” he snaps angrily.

“Makes you wonder what else they aren’t telling you,” he says.

“So what do you want?” I ask.

“I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re wondering,” he informs me.

“We fight against the tyranny of the newly formed Empire ever since Chancellor Palpatine unjustly declared himself Emperor,” he says.

“The Jedi tried to assassinate the Emperor. They are traitors to the Empire, just like all of you,” I growl.

“Humph, the other clones like Captain Rex sure are smarter than you,” he says and my eyes widen at the name.

“You..know Captain Rex?” I ask. He nods.

“We fought side by side with the clones once. And now, the Jedi are dead. Most of the clones have turned on the citizens they were supposed to protect and killed their Generals in cold blood. There’s no one who can fight for us now, we have to take our own freedom,” he says.

I will admit to being caught off guard, but good soldiers follow orders.

“Most clones?” I ask, thinking on the man’s words.

“You could’ve pulled the trigger earlier. But you looked to see who we were,” he says.

“Why?” He asks.

“It didn’t feel right,” I admit quietly and he nods.

“The clones helped free Onderon. Without them, we wouldn’t be here. The War with the Separatists may be over, but the civil war is just beginning. You can either adapt and survive or die with the past. The choice is yours,” he says, moving behind me. He uncuffs me and I rub my wrists.

“You know I’m only here for my mission. I don’t care what happens to you or Onderon, as long as I destroy the insurgents but…wanting to follow your own path shouldn’t be considered an insurgency,” I say and the dark skinned man smiles and nods.

“Thank you. You’re not like the other clones,” he says and I nod.

“CT—9904, Crosshair,” I introduce, standing at attention instinctively.

“Crosshair, you’re a good soldier,” he says and outstretches his hand to me.

“Saw Gerrera,” he introduces as I clasp his hand with my gloved hand and nod.

“We should pack up and move, Saw,” the female says, handing me my rifle back. I take it and sling the gun over my shoulder. The freedom fighter to the right hands me my helmet.

“Right. Get everyone organized,” Saw orders and the others start packing up.

“I have to get back and think of a clever enough lie,” I say and Saw nods.

“Good luck. You’re welcome to fight with us any time,” Saw offers and I nod.

“Thanks, but I was born to be a soldier,” I say.

“Yeah, just be sure to be a soldier on the right side of the fight,” he says and I nod and put my helmet back on before heading back to the Havoc Marauder, thinking about Saw’s final words all the way back.

I hadn’t had time to dwell on it but the Empire is key to our survival. That’s why I need to be a part of it instead of being destroyed by it. Hunter and the others…they don’t understand. But they’ll see. They’ll all see in time. I contact Gonky to prep the ship.

Back on Kamino…

Maisy’s POV

I race down what feels like the 100th hallway when I suddenly see Omega run by. My eyes widen and relief washes over me.

“Omega!” I cry out and dash to her. She skids to a stop and spots me. Before she can call my name, I leap at and collide with Omega’s hips and wrap my arms around her waist. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even see the people with her.

“Maisy! Wh-What’re you doing?! We were coming to get you-“ Omega asks. I pull back and look up at her.

“Troopers were coming in the hangar. I had to leave-but I found you!” I exclaim. She nods but before she says anything else, I spot the others with her and my eyes widen when I see they’re clones! I gasp and back away from everyone fearfully. Master Jaeruho—he…they…I feel frozen as tears stream down my face.

“It’s ok, they’re not like the other clones,” Omega’s voice cuts through the fear. I blink and look at her.

“They won’t hurt you, I promise,” she assures me. I feel myself take a breath as I sense the truth to the older girl’s words. I nod, sniffling and wiping my eyes before eyeing the clones cautiously.

“Who are you?” The trooper with goggles asks me. The others look at me.

“This is Maisy,” Omega introduces, holding a hand out to me. I take it before hiding behind her.

“This is Clone Force 99. Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Wrecker,” Omega introduces, pointing at each of them in turn.

“You’re the Youngling the longnecks were looking for,” the big one called Wrecker, says.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to help,” the one with long hair, Hunter, adds, but I stay quiet.

“The sterile room is just down this corridor,” Tech, the trooper with goggles says.

“C’mon, we have to hurry-“ Omega says and pulls me along with them.

We get to the end of the hall and stop in front of one of the millions of doors that look exactly the same. The door whooshes open and we hurry inside. Tech locks it once we’re all in. I look at the trooper with pale skin and a missing arm. Echo. His left arm-it’s a scomp instead. I look and see Echo’s legs are prosthetics as well. Echo looks at me and almost immediately looks away though I don’t know why. I look around the room and see it’s nothing special.

“What’re we doing here?” I ask.

“We have to get the inhibitor chips out of them,” Omega explains. I remember Omega talking about the chips from earlier, when I was hiding with Master Jaeruho and I nod in agreement. If those chips made the clones kill Master Jaeruho, then they need to come out.

“Echo, scan the computers for any information about the chips. Tech start up the medical scanner. Wrecker. Keep an eye on the girls. I’m up first,” Hunter says, taking off his bandana. He pulls out a vibroknife and shaves a small spot on the side of his head.

“Hunter-I found something from Captain Rex!” Echo alerts. We all gather around Echo and the console.

“Who’s Captain Rex?” Omega asks.

“A friend of ours,” Hunter replies.

“I…I don’t believe it-“ Echo gasps.

“What? What is it?” Wrecker and Hunter ask at the same time. I see tears start falling out of Echo’s eyes.

“It’s…It’s Fives-“ he says.

“Hunter-the scanner’s ready-“ Tech says, getting Hunter’s attention.

“Who’s Fives?” Wrecker asks Echo.

“He’s…he was my brother…we…we were the last of Domino Squad. I…I was at the Citadel with him when—“ Echo trails off.

“They…they killed him. Rex says Fives and Tup discovered the inhibitor chips and the Kaminoans…the longnecks kept them quiet. So they wouldn’t expose the chips, they were killed,” Echo says, his voice wavering as he holds back his sadness. I see Wrecker and Omega share a worriedly look so I step towards Echo and reach out, taking his prosthetic in my hand. He looks down at me and I look up at him silently, just an empathetic look on my face.

“I…I’m sorry. I never knew what happened to Fives and now…finding out he’s dead,” Echo says and I nod.

“You’re still here though. And we need you,” I tell him and he nods once, wiping his eyes with his hand.

“Echo, does the report say anything about what the effects of removing the chips are?” Tech asks, getting his attention as Hunter sits down on the table.

“Tup died after having it removed. According to Rex, Fives believed he was part of a plot, which we now know is Order 66,” Echo says, “he escaped Kaminoan custody and was gunned down by the Coruscant Guard,” Echo explains.

“If we remove the chips…we won’t know what’ll happen after, right?” Omega asks and he nods.

“Kid…if…if we do anything to hurt you or scare you…you have to use your Jedi powers on us,” Hunter tells me. My eyes widen. I poke my head out from behind Echo and stare at Hunter.

“W-What?” I ask, clearly shocked.

“There’s a good chance we’ll die but if we don’t and we still have to follow Order 66, then you have to save yourself and use your Jedi powers,” Hunter encourages. I look to Omega and she nods.

“He’s right. I don’t have a chip and I’m only Nala Se’s medical assistant—I’ll protect you but I can’t fight like a soldier,” Omega tells me. I find myself nodding.

“O-Ok,” I mumble and Hunter nods approvingly before laying on his back. We watch as Tech uses the scanner on Hunter’s head. Echo picks me up and I cling to him as we watch.

After a while, nothing shows up on the scanner.

“Tech? Anything?” Hunter asks.

“I’m not picking anything up,” Tech frowns.

“Try 3 millimeters up from my right temple,” Hunter says and Tech adjusts the machine before trying again.

“How does Hunter know that?” I ask.

“They all have enhanced abilities. Hunter’s is sensing electromagnetic pulses,” Echo explains.

The scanner machine beeps in error again at not finding anything.

“I don’t understand why the scanner isn’t detecting anything,” Tech says.

“Echo, does Captain Rex’s report say anything about how they found the chips?” Wrecker asks and Echo shakes his head.

“Just that the scanner found them-“ Echo says. I look between Echo and the scanner machine.

“I can help,” I assure them and before anyone can protest, I wriggle out of Echo’s grip and hurry over to the other side of the table so I’m near Hunter’s head.

“Turn on the scanner on 3,” I tell Tech and he nods. I reach out and put my hands on either side of Hunter’s head.

“1…2…3-“ we count together. I shut my eyes and take a breath.

“Remember Youngling, you are one with the Force. As a Jedi, the Force will always be with you. You are one with the Force, and the Force is with you,” I hear Master Jaeruho’s words echo in my mind.

“I am one with the Force and the Force is with me,” I say out loud and repeat it over and over.

“I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me-“ Hunter starts repeating the words with me. That’s when the scanner suddenly beeps!

“Found it!” Tech says, clearly surprised.

“Ok, Tech let’s hurry,” Omega says and he nods. Now that there’s time to at least sit and think about what happened, I feel how tired I am. I slump against the opposite wall and feel my eyes shut.

I’m suddenly shaken awake. Weird…I usually dream but…there was nothing this time. I blink and rub my eyes tiredly before yawning.

“What’s going on?” I ask tiredly.

“Everyone’s got their inhibitor chips out,” Omega tells me and I wake up. I look between the soldiers and see they are just smiling at me kindly.

“Do you guys feel ok?” Omega asks and Hunter nods.

“Never better kid,” Hunter replies. I see everyone has a small white bandage on the side of their heads.

“W-What do we do now? Master Jaeruho’s ship was taken-“ I tell them.

“We have a ship, the Havoc Marauder. We just have to wait for our 5th member to come back,” Tech explains.

“5th member?” I ask.

“Crosshair, our sniper,” Wrecker explains.

“We have to get his chip out when he comes back and then we’ll all leave Kamino together,” Hunter says.

“And…and never come back?” Omega asks tentatively and I’m just now realizing that she wants to leave like me. Hunter nods.

“And never come back,” he confirms and Omega smiles.

“Crosshair should be back any minute now. We have to get to him before the Kaminoans do,” Echo says and Hunter nods in agreement.

“Right, let’s go-“ Hunter says and the group heads out of the room.

“C’mon li’l Jedi,” Wrecker tells me, holding out his hands. I leap into him and he picks me up easily with one arm and runs out with the others.

Meanwhile, returning from Onderon…

3rd POV

Crosshair returns to Kamino, all while thinking on Saw Gerrera’s words. If he was going to work with the Empire, he would need to know EVERYTHING about the missions from now on. However, a thought keeps popping up in the back of his mind. Insurgents didn’t necessarily mean droids. But he can’t get the faces of the children out of his mind either. He couldn’t harm the children, even if they were rebels. The Commander was different, he was a Jedi. Crosshair sighs and leans back in his seat. His head hurts so he rubs his temple slightly. What was he going to say to Governor Tarkin? Hunter may have lied about that Jedi kid on Kaller, but Crosshair knows the Empire wouldn’t believe such a ridiculous lie if he were to say something similar.

Crosshair flies the Marauder through the stormy atmosphere of Kamino and into Tipoca City. He heads to the nearest hangar and lands inside.

“I’ll go get the others. Wait for us on the ship,” Crosshair tells Gonky, who beeps obediently. The sniper departs the ship and glances over, spotting an irregular ship. A T-6 Jedi Cruiser! Crosshair sees the ship is covered in magnetic locks and even blocked off, something Crosshair thinks is strange.

He hurries through the horrible sterile white hallways that hurt his eyes and that’s when he hears footsteps. He squints slightly and sees Nala Se! Crosshair swallows the lump in his throat that formed at the sight of the scientist.

“CT-9904, come with me,” she orders calmly and Crosshair silently follows the Kaminoan until he decides to speak up.

“I was to report back to Governor Tarkin,” Crosshair informs her.

“Governor Tarkin is waiting for us,” she says and his eyes widen slightly.

They get to Lama Su’s office and see that both the Prime Minister and Governor Tarkin are waiting for them.

“Ah, CT-9904, I hope my faith in you has not been unfounded,” Tarkin says.

“I’m afraid I found no sign of any insurgents,” Crosshair says and Tarkin’s expression darkens.

“It seemed as if they knew they were being watched,” the sniper explains.

“Well, I must say I’m disappointed. Perhaps you’re right Doctor,” Tarkin tells Nala Se, causing Crosshair to look between the two.

“CT-9904, we have decided to give you one chance to help yourself. Do you know where your squad is?” Lama Su asks. Crosshair glares at everyone.

“No. I haven’t seen or talked with them since leaving for Onderon,” Crosshair growls. He wouldn’t give up his brothers so easily even if he did know where they were or what they were doing. Lama Su and Nala Se share a nod before Tarkin motions.

Suddenly Crosshair is swarmed by the Coruscant Guard and is held down.

“H-Hey! Get off me! I didn’t disobey my mission! I didn’t!” Crosshair snaps and tries with all his might to break free, but the others have a firm grip on him. That’s when the sniper feels a sharp, cold pinch on the side of his neck before feeling tired. He tries to fight it off, but it’s no use. His vision is going dark and fuzzy and his eyelids are impossibly heavy.

“Take him,” Nala Se orders as Crosshair passes out.

The Kaminoans and Tarkin watches as the Coruscant Guard carry Crosshair out of the room.

“Let us know the results of the procedure,” Tarkin tells Nala Se, who nods obediently.

“Yes sir,” she responds before walking out.

Nala Se has the Coruscant Guard put Crosshair onto a medical table and put on the restraints around his wrists, chest, waist, and ankles.

“Clear the room,” Nala Se says and the Coruscant Guard exits the medical room. The head Kaminoan scientist turns on the machine. It sends an electrical signal through the brain to the inhibitor chip to amplify the chip’s effects. Crosshair tenses in pain and struggles instinctively against the restraints. Nala Se turns up the dial on the console and watches the electricity get stronger. Nala Se often had CF99 and even Omega hooked up to machines so she knows Crosshair can take it.

After 2 minutes, Nala Se turns the machine off. She waits a moment until she hears Crosshair groan before turning the PA on.

“CT-9904, can you hear me?” Nala Se asks. He groans.

“Yes,” the sniper growls.

“I will now remove your inhibitor chip, do you understand?” Nala Se asks.

“In-..Inhibitor chip?” Crosshair asks and that’s when Nala Se injects the sniper with morphine.

“Just relax CT-9904. Everything will be over momentarily,” the Kaminoan scientist replies as Crosshair passes out.

Knowing where the chip is and having personally installed the chips, Nala Se is able to easily remove the biomechanical chip rather quickly. Once the chip is out, Nala Se’s able to take a look at the tissue where the chip was connected. She inspects the area and sees the area doesn’t look damaged, so she removes the sniper from the machine and starts up another. It lasers up the incision and bandages the side of his head.

Nala Se injects a stimulant into Crosshair, waking him.

“CT-9904–how do you feel?” Nala Se asks him on the PA as she releases his restraints. He groans and sits up.

“I…I’m ready for orders,” Crosshair says and Nala Se nods approvingly through the glass window before walking into the room. Crosshair gently touches the bandage as he watches Nala Se enter the room.

“The inhibitor chips…they were for Order 66,” Crosshair realizes and Nala Se nods.

“You no longer needed your chip, so I removed it,” Nala Se explains.

“Will you still follow Order 66?” Nala Se asks. Crosshair nods affirmatively.

“I have reason to believe Omega is hiding something from me…or someone,” Nala Se says.

“The Jedi Master brought a Youngling with him,” the Kaminoan scientist explains and Crosshair’s eyes widen.

“Master Jaeruho was eliminated but the Youngling has escaped and has been hiding. But I believe Omega found the Youngling,” Nala Se tells him and Crosshair nods.

“I will eliminate the Jedi and anyone who helps the Youngling,” Crosshair says.

“No, do not harm Omega, even if she helps the Jedi. She is mine,” Nala Se orders and Crosshair nods obediently.

“Yes ma’am,” he says.

“Return to me when you’ve killed the Jedi,” Nala Se orders and he nods once more before walking out.

Back in the maze of hallways…

Hunter’s POV

We run briskly down the sterile white halls that hurt my head a bit. I look to my side and see Tech with Echo and on my right Omega keeps pace. I glance behind me and see Wrecker holding the Jedi Youngling with one arm easily. Wrecker nods once at me and I keep running.

“Tech—did you find the Marauder yet?” I ask.

“Yes. Hangar 13-B,” Tech says and I nod.

“That’s where the Jedi’s ship was,” Omega says as we run.

“We’ll have to be cautious,” Echo says and I nod in agreement with the ARC trooper.

“Anything on Crosshair?” Echo asks Tech.

“Hopefully he’s waiting at the ship for us,” Wrecker says optimistically.

“We just have to get to the ship and then I’ll go after Crosshair myself,” I tell him, trying to be more realistic but at the same time, not crushing Wrecker’s hopes and he nods.

We finally get to the hangar and I hear Omega breathing hard.

“W-Where’s Master Jaeruho’s ship?” Maisy asks, getting my attention. I look and see it’s mostly empty except for a lot of metal crates stacked up and the Marauder towards the left side of the large room. There’s no other ship. The Youngling squirms out of Wrecker’s arms and looks around.

“The Jedi’s ship was here earlier. We saw it,” Omega tells me as she catches her breath and Maisy grabs her hand.

“It doesn’t matter. We know our ship better,” I insist.

“Take the girls, power up the ship and wait for us. I’m going after Crosshair,” I say to the boys. That’s when I hear Maisy gasp and turn to the closed door. It opens loudly and the wall-sized door opens on the other side to reveal Crosshair along with shock troopers and Kamino troopers in gray. Crosshair isn’t in his regular armor. It’s all black and clearly Imperial armor.

“Crosshair,” Omega says, her eyes wide. I motion for the others to take cover behind the metal crates before taking a step towards Crosshair.

A tense moment passes and the only noise is the storm outside.

“Best stand down sergeant. Make it easier on yourself,” Crosshair says, shifting the toothpick in his mouth.

“Have you lost your mind?!” I demand, looking at the other clone troopers aiming at me and the rest of my squad, including the young girls.

“We should’ve followed orders on Kaller,” Crosshair growls. Before Maisy can try and sneak by, Omega grabs hold of her and shakes her head silently.

“I did what I thought was right!” I argue defiantly.

“You never could see the bigger picture. The Jedi must die,” Crosshair snarls and I see Maisy flinch and cling to Omega, burying her face in Omega’s stomach as the older girl holds her.

“Surrender and hand the Jedi over,” Crosshair orders and I glare at him before glancing back at the others. I see Wrecker, Tech and Echo put their helmets on and ready their blasters for a fight.

“Is that an order?” I ask.

“Hmph, I guess it is,” Crosshair replies.

“Well, I guess I’m disobeying that one too,” I tell him. I keep an eye on him and feel the others look at me. Crosshair flicks the thin wooden toothpick out of his lips as he glares back at me.

Lightning streaks across the sky before thunder claps loudly. I stand at the ready, waiting for Crosshair to make the first move. I’m not going to hurt Crosshair. Echo and Wrecker share a look as Tech waits for my signal. Omega looks at me as she keeps a protective grip on the Youngling. My grip on my blaster tightens and Crosshair’s finger moves to the trigger on his rifle.

That’s when I see him tense ever so slightly before aiming his rifle right at me and firing off a single shot! I duck behind the stack of crates the girls are hiding behind as the other troopers start to fire on us. The girls flinch as Wrecker and Echo start firing back. I make sure the kids are ok when a smoke grenade is tossed towards us. It hisses, releasing smoke. I look back and see Tech nod at me.

3rd POV

The smoke covers the room and forces Crosshair to switch his helmet’s scope to heat signatures instead. He looks through the scope and sees the rest of his squad along with the two kids taking cover behind the metal crates as blaster fire flies across the room.

“Tech get the ship powered up now!” Hunter orders.

“I’m working on it,” the pilot insists as he enters the ship and starts the power up sequence.

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on 3,” Hunter orders.

“You got it boss!” Wrecker replies and finds two large metal crate lids.

“Girls stay low,” Hunter tells the kids as they flinch when blaster bolts hit near them.

“1…2…3!” Hunter counts down before Wrecker jumps out and claps the two lids together, clearing some of the smoke. The demolitions expert tosses a lid sideways and hits 3 troopers, knocking them down. Crosshair watches before taking aim at Wrecker! Wrecker throws the other lid right at the sniper, who dives and rolls out of the way. As Wrecker reaches for his blaster, Crosshair aims and fires at him, hitting Wrecker’s shoulder! His helmet flies off as Wrecker falls.

“AGH!” Wrecker cries out in pain before he hits the ground. Echo and Hunter’s eyes widen in shock. Omega gasps and starts to run towards Wrecker, exposing herself and leaving Maisy alone.

“Omega don’t!” Hunter says, pulling the girl back just as the sniper shoots, narrowly missing the girl.

“He’s using Wrecker as bait,” Hunter explains to the older girl.

“But he needs help!” Omega insists. As Hunter tries to think of something to do, Maisy stands up and climbs up onto one of the boxes. She focuses on Crosshair and reaches out with her right hand.

Crosshair suddenly feels a tightness around his throat. He gasps and starts to choke when the pressure tightens.

“Maisy! Don’t hurt him!” Omega says, but the girl doesn’t listen. She doesn’t even hear Omega. As nearby troopers aim at the Youngling, Omega grabs hold of her and pulls her down, which also causes the Youngling’s Force grip on Crosshair to stop.

“Tech we’re out of time!” Hunter says.

“Almost got it!” Tech says as the engines power on. Crosshair gasps, taking a breath and rubbing his throat before looking at the Marauder.

“Seal the bay doors!” Crosshair orders. A yellow light and a warning sound rings out as the doors start to close to the outside! Maisy gasps and reaches out with both hands towards the closing doors. The gears grind and the doors screech at being held in place.

“Sir, the doors aren’t closing!” A trooper tells Crosshair. Maisy feels through the mechanical parts of the door and finds the gear shaft that helps with opening the door. The Youngling is so focused, she doesn’t even feel the blood that starts to trickle out of her left nostril. Maisy bends the gear shaft so much that it holds the door open itself. She gasps and pants, letting go of the Force connection, breathing hard.

“When I say go, you take the Youngling and head for that ramp and don’t stop. Got it?” Hunter asks Omega, placing a hand on the older girl’s shoulder. She nods, grabbing hold of Maisy’s hand as Hunter turns to Echo.

“Echo, we go for Wrecker,” Hunter orders. Crosshair aims his rifle.

“Only one way out Hunter. Your move,” the sniper says.

“GO!” Hunter yells and Omega takes off, gripping Maisy’s hand tightly and pulling the Youngling along with her as they run towards the Marauder. Hunter fires back to provide cover for the girls. Crosshair moves and a trooper covers him, firing near the girls. Echo sees and fires back, hitting the shock trooper. Maisy sees 2 troopers about to blindside Hunter, so she holds them in place long enough to get the sergeant’s attention. He fires and hits them. Crosshair, noticing the Youngling is distracted, takes aim at her! Omega sees Crosshair aiming at Maisy and grabs a blaster laying on top of a crate nearby. She lunges for the weapon and aims for Crosshair, firing a shot before the sniper could. Omega’s shot hit’s Crosshair’s rifle, disarming him!

Shocked, everyone looks to Omega. Crosshair takes out his blaster pistol so Omega fires a few more times, all missing Crosshair, but it forces the sniper to take cover and allow Hunter and Echo to get Wrecker and Maisy on board.

Crosshair runs after the ship as it flies off, still firing his pistol, but the ship quickly flies out of range. The sniper stops and takes off his helmet to watch his brothers fly away. On the camera security system, Nala Se watches Clone Force 99 fly off and Crosshair standing, watching them. She walks out of her office and to the Prime Minister’s.

The door whooshes open quietly and Nala Se sees Lama Su standing with his back to the door.

“Has the matter been rectified?” Lama Su asks.

“The inhibitor chip augmentation was a success, however..” Nala Se pauses briefly as she looks away.

“The remaining clones of squad 99 have escaped along with..Omega and the Jedi Youngling,” Nala Se says.

“Hmm, we must be cautious. Until the Empire’s intentions are made clear, say nothing,” Lama Su orders.

“Yes, Prime Minister,” Nala Se answers, bowing before walking out, leaving Lama Su alone.

The Havoc Marauder flies through space, leaving Kamino and Crosshair, behind. Echo has Wrecker sit in a chair as Tech flies the ship. Echo gives Wrecker a numbing shot for his blaster bolt hit and Wrecker whines in pain.

“Ow!” He says.

“Hey! Hey-hey-hey what’s that gonna do?” Wrecker asks as Echo rifles through a box. Hunter stands next to Wrecker as Omega and Maisy stand in the small hallway that leads to the gunner’s mount. Maisy looks up and sees a stuffed tooka toy that’s black and red and a white face. She grabs it and shows Omega.

“Look,” Maisy whispers, handing the toy to Omega, who nods, taking it and holding it gently with both arms.

“You’ll be ok. Just hold still,” Echo assures Wrecker.

“Look what Maisy found,” Omega says, showing the toy to the troopers. Wrecker gasps.

“You found Lula!” Wrecker exclaims. Catching Wrecker off guard, Echo gives the demolitions expert another medical shot, this time in the neck.

“Ow!” Wrecker exclaims and the girls giggle as Tech puts the ship on autopilot and walks back towards the group.

“Let’s see, hold still” the pilot tells Wrecker, holding his datapad out to him.

“Don’t examine me! I’m not a computer!” Wrecker argues.

“This will only take a second,” Tech insists.

“Get that thing away from me!” Wrecker argues as the girls walk off to explore the ship as Echo and Hunter watch them walk over to the cockpit.

Omega’s POV

Maisy and I walk into the cockpit and I walk over to the windows and look out at the vast emptiness of space.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Maisy asks. I blink and look down at the little girl.

“It is,” I agree. That’s when I hear footsteps. I turn and see Hunter approaching.

“Your first time in space?” He asks.

“First time…anywhere,” I say. To be honest, I’ve really only seen about half of Tipoca City, let alone Kamino in general. Nala Se wouldn’t really let me leave her laboratory.

“Impressive shot back there. Where’d you learn how to do that?” Hunter asks me, referring to the shot I made at Crosshair for aiming at Maisy.

“I dunno. I’ve never fired a blaster before. I saw Maisy in danger and…I guess I got lucky,” I explain.

“She’s not the only one,” Tech announces as the others walk in.

“I’m fine. It’ll take more than a blaster shot to put me down,” Wrecker says.

“You were down,” Echo reminds him.

“Yeah well not for long!” Wrecker argues, laughing and hugging Echo with his injured arm. Tech sits at the pilot seat and turns to Hunter.

“What’s the plan Hunter?” Tech asks. Hunter looks at Maisy.

“We have to get Maisy to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant,” I say insistently.

“Omega’s right. Maisy, we’re gonna get you back to the Jedi,” Hunter assures the young girl, who smiles and nods.

“With Crosshair gunning for us now we’ll need help,” Hunter says.

“What about your friends? Could any of them help us?” I ask.

“That…would be a short list,” Tech says and I frown.

“I can think of one,” Hunter says as he exchanges a look with Wrecker and Echo.

“Captain Rex,” the sarge says. My eyes widen.

“From the inhibitor chip report?” I ask and the others nod. I look to Echo.

“We have to find him and get his help. He knows the Jedi better than any of us. If Captain Rex still has the chip, I’m sure General Skywalker could use our help,” Echo says as he plugs into the ship’s computer.

“The 501st was sent to Coruscant. Maybe he’s still there,” Echo says and Hunter nods.

“We’ll have to hurry,” he says before turning to face us.

“Strap in kids. You’re not gonna wanna miss this view,” Hunter says. I take the copilot seat and look up at Hunter. I watch as Maisy climbs up into Tech’s lap as he powers up the hyperdrive. We watch in fascination as the stars turn to streaks of light as the ship lurches forward into hyperspace.

End.

Chapter 2

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Random thoughts during The Star Wars Holiday Special:

*Oh shit! They’re interrupting the Incredible Hulk for this!

*What’s immediately lovely about this is the fact that it wasn’t digitally remastered… It’s in the same awful formatting that it was presented in originally in the 1970s…because Lucas tried to bury it and failed. It’s still available on YouTube.

*Chewbacca has a family… a wife (named Malla), a son (named Lumpy) and a father (named Itchy). They have green shag carpet in their tree house on Kashyyyk. They’re not at all as well put together as Chewbacca. The father looks like he was done up on a very tight budget. Though Malla looks like she uses a great Wookiee conditioner. There are no subtitles, so I have no idea WTF is going on.

*There’s a weird dance/ acrobatics/ juggling sequence on a holo-table. It’s got Lumpy all hella excited, but then he whines annoyingly when it’s over… Like, very, VERY annoyingly.

*Luke is wearing those fierce black boots that he wears in The Return of the Jedi. Fierce.

*The Wookiees are placing desperate calls on a machine that is making Galaga noises. Hopefully, they’re not using the fulcrum sub-space frequency?

*There is an imperial officer with a pornstache in this shop run by Art Carney… and he hands him a cube with… beta fish in it? Because Wookiees like them? Also, Carney’s puns… awful… absolutely awful.

*Is this… A drag queen cooking show? Making a bantha roast? In 1978? How many arms does she have? OMG! This is bananas!

*Then, it violently shifts into an epic space battle between the Millennium Falcon and an Imperial convoy…on Life Day. Fascists just don’t break.

*Art Carney just straight up drugs Chewbacca’s dad…. Like he goes on a kaleidoscopic acid trip that kind of turns into wet dream with some ASMR/ musical number with Diahann Carole. This is so WTF? Seriously. I’m not high enough for this.

*Holy shit! Carrie Fisher is drunk AF!! It’s like she read the script and was like “F*^% it”… and just went with it. She’s literally stumbling. On god.

*What in the hell is a Wookiee-ookie?

*The Fascists have come crashing into the Wookiee crib to ruin Christmas.

*Wait, wait, wait…. It’s Jefferson Starship in a box?! And, the fascist officer loves it! I’m not even sure I’ve ever heard this song before. What? Is? This??

*Lemme stop right now and say this is NOT something one should watch sober. Not at all…

*Now there’s a cartoon. Luke is flying around in a Y-wing… which is weird. Chewbacca runs the Millennium Falcon into an ocean of strawberry jam. There’s a Loch Ness monster being ridden by Boba Fett? Why are C-3PO’s eyes blinking?

*Oh! This is the Boba Fett Cartoon.

*Wait, wait… wait, “Star-log update:” WTF!!!? This is STAR WARS, not STAR TREK! I’m so confused.

*Luke and Han Solo are hanging up-side down for some reason. Boba Fett is working with Vader. No surprise. Okay. Turns out, Chewbacca knew… apparently Boba Fett smells bad. “Star-log 3241”… this is Star Wars, right? …um, right!?!

*Back to the fascists destroying the Wookiee house. They tore the head off the bantha plushie. Sorry bastards!

*I’m trying to figure out this Harvey Korman bit. Is he an android? Or… is this supposed to be funny? What am I supposed to be feeling while watching this?

*Ha ha ha!!! They’re shitting on Tatooine! They’re calling it a shit hole where no one wants to live! I told you! I’ve told you all this before!

*They do have some hella jiving Bith Bands on Tatooine though. Say what you will about the thuggery and villainy and downright scumbaggery, but those bands jam, man.

*Bea Arthur is running a cantina on Tatooine. And, apparently, she’s, uh, fallen victim to a simp? He drinks from a volcanic hole on the top of his head. I’m too sober for this.

*Does Bea Arthur have a Pantoran bouncer!?! OMG!

*Oh no. It’s a Bea Arthur musical number. She’s singing. I repeat, she’s singing. She’s giving everyone in the bar a round on the house. Oh. No. And, Holy balls! There’s a giant chinchilla in the corner of this cantina! Jesus Christ!

*Chewy and Han made it home. There’s a weird affectionate sequence. Now they’re getting these clear balls with lights in them. What’s happening?

*Now they’re all in red robes walking across the Galaxy into a Star or some shit… or maybe they’re in a Wookiee church? I genuinely have no clue what’s going on.

*R2 and C-3PO show up out of nowhere… no wait, Luke, Leia and Han are there at the Wookiee church!

*Leia is giving a drunken speech about fighting fascism and darkness this holiday season! Hell yeah! Every holiday season! F*^% fascists! F*^% the Empire!

*Um. Another musical number… I didn’t know Carrie Fisher sang, but here we are. There she is drunkenly hugging Chewbacca.

*Chewy is reliving “A New Hope” in his mind to the music that they play at the ending where they basically screwed him out of his medal.

*Now they’re eating a meal, and saying a Wookiee prayer? Who TF do the Wookiees pray to!? Why must all galaxies be tainted with evangelical religions? How did their tentacles reach so goddamned far!? Dammit, man. This is why no one in the galaxy far, far away can be gay! It’s taboo there too!

*Okay. Holy shit. It’s over. I’ve never watched it all the way through, but it’s bad. Bad, bad, like uncomfortable, watching a slow moving train wreck bad, like a venereal disease on Lucas’s legacy bad because it will never go away.

*But yeah, if you haven’t seen it… go… watch it. You cannot call yourself a true Star Wars fan until you have.

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[starwarspilotstournament]

Star Wars Pilots Tournament - Round 1A

Who's the better pilot?

Propaganda:

Wedge Antilles:

Look at the size of that thing!

Wedge Antilles is the only man to participate in both Death Star runs and survive. Not only that, he fired one of the shots that destroyed the second one and managed to get out as it was blowing up around him. And that's not counting all the other battles he's flown in. The man's a survivor, making it through the battles of Atollon, Scarif, Hoth, Kashyyyk, Jakku, and countless others.

Only other pilot aside from Luke skywalker to have flown in and survived both Death Star runs

Uhhhh they are a legendary hero of the New Republic, have survived two Death Stars, lead the infamous Rogue Squadron and Wraith Squadron and is just THE BEST.

I mean he's one of two pilots to survive the attack on the Death Star in ANH. He also befriended Luke Skywalker which makes him just a little bit of a madman by association

Plo Koon:

best pilot? There's a fair chance of him being beat on flight skills compared to the other competitors of this tournament, but he an amazing jedi with a cool design and an awesome yellow lightsaber and I like him, so there

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[fanfoolishness]

Cal Kestis needs to be needed.

I'm replaying Fallen Order and able to pay a little bit more attention this time (the first time around, I was mostly just dazzled). Cal has just landed on Kashyyyk having taken down an AT-AT to help partisans fighting the Empire. Saw Gerrera thanks him for the help, but when he hears Cal's here on Jedi business, he's skeptical and scoffs that the Jedi are dead.

It gets interesting here. Cal holds out his lightsaber, a challenge to Saw's offhand comment. And Saw needles him. Asks him if he got the lightsaber off a corpse. Cal fixes Saw with one of those thousand yard stares the boy is too good at and tells him quietly that his master gave it to him.

Saw is a master at what he does. He's charismatic, he gets people to lay down their lives for him and his causes. He knows how to handle them. He sees this fresh-faced kid in front of him with a lightsaber, who immediately starts asking about how to help the Wookiees, and Saw realizes he's got his angle.

(I think Cere clocked that he was sizing Cal up right away, and was concerned well before Saw left the planet.)

So when Cal meets up with Saw in the forest trench to find out the plan, Saw knows just how to play him. He gives Cal the mission of entering the Imperial base and freeing the Wookiees. Is this strictly necessary for Saw's plan to work? Probably not, but it'll be a useful distraction, and more importantly, Saw knows how Jedi are drawn to helping innocents like moths to a flame. If the kid becomes loyal to him for this mission, he'll be a useful tool in the future; if he fails, the main plan isn't jeopardized and he's still a good distraction.

So he lays a hand on Cal's shoulder and tells Cal to free the prisoners. With his lightsaber. The same weapon he just called Cal a graverobber about. Someone older and wiser might have seen a red flag there! But Cal Kestis?

Cal is ecstatic to be needed. To be helpful. He's so proud already he has to brag to BD about it immediately.

Cal instantly looks up to Saw. I think he recognized Saw's leadership skills, his charisma, and his battle prowess, and was taken right back to Master Tapal; but he's not old enough or experienced enough to see the way Saw is looking at him and figuratively licking his chops. All Cal sees is someone who's fighting against the Empire, making a difference, and thinks that he could make a difference again, too.

Cal is the classic smart kid who achieved too quickly, never learned how to fail, wound up spending a lot of time with adults who praised his skills -- and he hungers for that praise still. You can see how he lights up in general when he realizes he's done something really skillful -- taking out that AT-ST walker puts an actual grin on his face, the same grin he probably got as a Padawan when he knew he'd executed something tricky. He loves to be told he's done well, especially after five years in the Bracca scrapyards where standing out could mean being found by the Empire.

(Look at this smug little dork, getting hydrated after destroying a scout walker. Also, two seconds later Cere asks how he's doing with the Force and Cal cheerfully says well, he's not dead yet! and he'd rather not talk about it! But that's a whole rant for another post.)

The Jedi Order specifically put Cal with Master Tapal because they realized he had a problem with not knowing how to handle failure, but because their training was cut short, Cal never did learn the lesson. He blames himself completely when something goes wrong (Cere reminds him that saving the Wookiees and the Partisans is out of his control, a warning he shrugs off instantly even before they get to the fight); he can get a success, but he craves more. He's always looking for that person who can tell him that he's done right, who can give that external validation to help him feel useful. He sees instantly that Saw -- clever, resourceful, respected -- could be a person like that, and Cal just glows around him despite having known him for all of five minutes.

Cal doesn't realize he was being handled, and very skillfully so.

He still doesn't realize that going into Survivor, is still working for Saw, but there's a reason Cere isn't on these missions with him; not only does she have her own goals, but she doesn't trust Saw or his methods. I'm sure she sees that need Cal has to feel needed, to feel useful, and frets about it privately; there are some things that are just too entrenched to root up entirely. Once Cal starts growing comfortable with his powers again, the urge to help, to succeed, to do right by those he looks up to is very, very strong.

After all, how do you think Bode found his angle?

#jedi: survivor spoilers #jedi survivor spoilers #jedi: fallen order #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #jedi fallen order meta #jedi survivor meta #saw gerrera #star wars #my jedi posts

[veryace-ficrecs]

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano Fic Recs

I'm posting this today for @theadmiralbitch happy birthday!!! 🎂

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette -Rated G

They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on. Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.

Mall Rat Ahsoka by phoenixyfriend - Rated G

Ahsoka falls into the mall fountain, gets fished out by a security guard, and gets Obi-Wan to lie and claim he's her father to get out of trouble. It works.

Diplomacy by Phosphorescent - Rated G

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka's mission to Tatooine does not go according to plan. Anakin's really going to be sorry he missed this... “The Mighty Jabba has been looking for a new dancer ever since our last one… required replacement,” the droid said. It moved closer, head swiveling back and forth between the two Jedi. “You are a fit specimen. Please report to the tailor droid for a fitting of your dancing outfit.” Ahsoka had her lightsaber in hand and ignited practically before the droid had finished speaking.

The Thread That Binds Us by Did_you_see_the_light_in_my_heart - Rated G

Ahsoka is running out of time to get her formal robes for the Yearly Ball For All Sentient Beings and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get Anakin's attention long enough to help her solve the problem. But maybe someone else can help her. “Tell me, my dear, what’s troubling you?” Master Kenobi asks. She lowers her fork and stops, swallowing hard. “I… I don’t have anything to wear for the ball,” she says quietly. Set early in Ahsokas apprenticeship. Relationships are still fresh.

Accepting Emotion by LazarusII - Rated G

Dealing with the stress and anxiety of being a prospective Padawan, Ahsoka Tano struggles to manage her emotions. Obi-Wan Kenobi finds her practicing in the dojo, confidence in tatters. His words make all the difference.

Chosen, not assigned by Lysore - Rated G

"It looks like our problems are solved. Fresh troops, new supplies, and perhaps they brought my new Padawan with them," Obi-Wan had said. Though there seemed to be a misunderstanding regarding the identity of the Master of said Padawan.

carried in your heart by grumpyhedgehogs - Rated G

“I am always with you.” Obi-Wan tells her. Her heart thumps painfully in her chest as her grandmaster rests his palm over it. The organ betrays her, beats away like it can crack her ribs apart and slip between them to leap into Obi-Wan’s chest and stay there with him, always. Slowly, tentatively, Ahsoka lets Obi-Wan guide her to rest her own palm over his heart. It pulses under her fingers, reminding Ahsoka at least one Jedi still lives on. “You are always with me.”

Negotiator's Garden by NyeLung - Rated G

The curious thing is that the clone troopers keep bringing Master Kenobi those cuttings, he accepts them gratefully and then he puts them in soil and waters them and they don't wither and die. They should wither and die. That Alderaani snow zherry cannot withstand hyperspace travel. That Kashyyyk begonia is carnivorous and what Master Kenobi has put into the soil as roots are actually the tentacles it uses to catch prey. The oneshot where Obi-Wan is most likely some kind of space fae, Ahsoka is a botany nerd and there's debatably sentient plants.

these battle scars (don't look like they're fading) by CallToMuster - Rated T

If there was one thing Ahsoka knew about her grandmaster, it was that he hated medical treatment and those who gave it. She just never knew why.

Waiting and Learning by otherhawk - Rated G

During a brief period of time when Ahsoka Tano is working with the 212th under Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka takes part in a mission to obtain separatist codes. Unfortunately the mission involves a lot of downtime without much entertainment as they wait for an ambush. Along the way Ahsoka gets to know her grandmaster better and makes some new friends.

#ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano and obi wan kenobi #ahsoka fic rec #anakin skywalker #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3 #star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars fic recs

[echos-girlfriend]

Ahsoka and her Pilot

Part 1

Ahsoka x female reader

Master list

(Uploading this from my Wattpad book.. will get back onto the 100 celebrations requests soon ^^.. just be patient with me lovelies 💙)

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Ahsoka spends time with her girlfriend and recollects how she first met her

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"Ahsoka!!"

You called from far end of the hall. You were so excited to see your beloved Togruta that you nearly tripped and fell.

"Please be more careful (y/n)"

Ahsoka giggled at your excitement.

"I really missed you too my little rebel pilot"

She stepped closer to you and took your pilot helmet off.

"How was the flight? Hopefully nothing too bad?"

"No. No it was perfect today Ahsoka. Only two small battle ships and my X-Wing needs a new antenna.."

you trailed off, excited to tell her how your day was going.

"Oh! And I got a transmission from my brother! He said he wished me luck on becoming an admiral"

"I know you'll get there (y/n)"

She smiled down at you with admiration

"I remember when I first met you. Your confidence was low and you even a bit clumsy"

"Don't remind me.. but if wasn't so clumsy and careless on mandalore I wouldn't have met you. I would probably be dead"

You said that last sentence a little coldly

Ahsoka put her hands on your cheeks. You leaned into her touch and placed your hands over hers

"When I saw you outside the throne room after my duel with maul.. I knew I couldn't just leave you there.."

She caressed your cheeks lightly while she remembered the day you first met.

"He could've killed you or you could've been captured or tortured"

"But you did save me and you brought me here to Kashyyyk. And I got to see a Wookiee in person for the first time"

You giggled

"And now it's all I see"

Ahsoka chuckled

"I wanted to make sure that the place I took you would be safe and that you would be taken care of."

Ahsoka kissed your forehead and bopped your nose. You blushes and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I love you Ahsoka"

"I love you too (Y/N)"

The sirens flashed and a voice blared

*ALL PILOTS REPORT TO THEIR SHIPS.

I REPEAT. ALL PILOTS REPORT

TO THEIR SHIPS.*

"Well duty calls"

You sighed. Ahsoka put your helmet back on. And straitened your uniform.

"Make me proud (Y/N)"

She smirked as you turned to run to your ship.

"I'll be here when you return my love.."

She whispered to herself.

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#ahsoka x reader #ahsoka x you #Ahsoka tano #Star Wars Ahsoka tano #star wars the clone wars