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kybercrystals94 · 2 months

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Last Words

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 25 | Alternate Prompt 7: Last Words

Rated: T | Words: 392 | Summary: Kix reflects on the last words that haunt him. [Character Focus: Kix}

Famous last words they say, because, in reality, most last words are not spectacular or special. They aren’t deep or poetic, they don’t inspire greatness or alter the course of history. Often, they are pathetic and small, underrated and thoughtless. Because, often, you didn’t know they would be the last words you ever would speak. Even as you lay dying, you cling to that threadbare hope that you might have a moment longer. But you don’t. You die. The words you said are the last, whether you meant them or not.

I’ve heard far more than my fair share of last words. On the battlefield, in medical tents, in hospitals. I’ve heard soldiers plead to live or beg to die. I’ve heard soldiers mutter the names of brothers they thought I was, but wasn’t. Helps that I have their brother’s face, so I let them believe it. What’s the harm really, if it brings them some small comfort in their last moments.

No, most last words aren’t famous. Not in the slightest. But they are haunting, and I have been burdened as their keeper. The same voice in different tonality, different words, over and over again. Clone voices. Brother voices.

“Where am I?”

“I can’t see.”

“Please, make it stop.”

“Did we finish the mission?”

“Am I going to be okay?”

“It’s quiet now.”

“The voices have stopped.”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

I stopped counting how many times I’ve heard that one. Good soldiers follow orders. Maybe it gave them peace, knowing that they gave everything. For their brothers, for their generals, for the war effort. Good soldiers that followed every deadly order.

That’s what I thought.

Then, Tup killed a Jedi.

And he uttered those words over and over again, like a chant. Like a mantra. Eyes unseeing, the words tripping over and over again across his lips until they were meaningless. Good soldiers follow orders…good soldiers follow orders…good soldiers follow orders…

And a murderous glint flashed in his eyes before he lunged. “Kill the Jedi.”

Soon, Tup was gone. And Fives. And the ordeal scrubbed from the records.

I heard the words again, from dying soldiers, last words breathed out on shallow breaths.

But they’d lost their nobility. Their purpose.

Until today.

“Execute Order 66.”

And everything makes sense.

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#Febuwhump 2024 #FebuwhumpDay25 #Alternate Prompt 7: Last Words #star wars the clone wars #tcw kix #AU Kix timeline #count Dooku didn’t kidnap Kix #order 66 #good soldiers follow orders #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #the clone wars #fives mentioned #tup mentioned #first pov

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modernepimetheus · 2 years

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My thoughts on the Tales of the Jedi trailer; an incoherent rant:

#1. Boop. That is all.

#2. This series of photos.

THE WAY HE JUST YEETS HIM I-

#3. He looks so sad :(

#4. BAIL BAIL BAIL BAIL BAIL BAIL BAIL BAIL

#5. They totally look like you walked in on them gossiping about you.

#6. YADDLE I LOVE HER SM!!!!

#7. He looks genuinely upset that he's about to fight Yaddle.

#8. AHSOKA AT PADMES FUNERAL IM DYING

(I didn't get a screenshot of this and I'm too lazy to go get one)

Actual footage of me thinking I'll see Rael Averross

Thank you very much for listening.

#star wars #disaster lineage #count dooku #qui gon jinn #ahsoka tano #yaddle #tales of the jedi #bail organa #padme naberrie #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #skyguy and snips #snips and skyguy #i love them your honor #i am holding out hope for a rael mention #give me a crumb please #rael averross #please

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cienie-isengardu · 10 months

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Sources: Jango Fett sold into slavery

Jango Fett: Open Seasons, #3

Count Dooku: "We were forced to hand him over to the governor of Galidraan. He bacame a slave."

Jango Fett: Open Seasons, #4

Jango Fett: "After you Jedi turned me over to the governor of Galidraan... he sold me to slavers."

Bounty Hunter (Game Guide)

"[...] the Mandalorians ran afoul of the Jedi Knights, who wiped out most of the mercenary army and delivered the survivors to the governor of Galidraan. Jango became a slave [...]"

Fact Files v.3 #14 (Jango Fett entry)

"Sold into slavery by the corrupt governor, a burning desire for vengeance on Tor Vizsla kept Jango Fett alive for long years until the transport he was on was attacked. Fett freed himself, killed his slave master and escaped."

Fact Files #124 (Tor Vizsla entry)

"Fett was captured and handed over to the Governor of Galidraan. Vizsla toyed with him for a while before selling him into slavery."

The Complete Star Wars Encyclopedia

"Half of the Jedi task force was killed while the Mandalorians were wiped out - except for Jango Fett, who was turned over to the governor. After years of serving as a slave, Fett escaped and returned to Galidraan to claim the armor of the Mandalorians and enact revenge on Vizsla."

The Clone Wars (Novel)

The snow had melted; the dead were buried. But he couldn't erase Jango Fett's face, the face of a man back from the living death of a slavery that Dooku had delivered him into, etched with all the bitter lines of surviving only to have his moment of justice.

#star wars #jango fett #in universe slavery #count dooku #governor of galidraan #Alternative title: who sold Jango Fett into slavery #Alternative title number2: how unbelievable Fact Files are biased against Tor Vizsla #i mean jango himself said it was governor of galidraan and dooku support it #and sure the man was working for death watch / tor vizsla #but really tor is always said to be merciless killer there was no point for him playing the sell jango to slavery #if he could kill him on the spot and like forever get rid of the true mandalorian problem #other problem i have with this is HOW THE HELL REPUBLIC GOVERNOR COULD SELL JANGO INTO SLAVERY AND JEDI LET IT HAPPEN????#most likely i'm missing some additional tie-in materials but couldn't think of anything more beside repcom but there was no info #how jango ended in slavery so i didn't add it #did i mention how much i love examine jango's traumas? XD

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absentmoon · 5 months

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have you thought abt vamp dooku yet i can't remember.

#STOPPPPP #i saw a post about vamp dooku and i don't remember if i mentioned it because it was really.#i don't need this mental image.#OH yeah i mentioned count dooku as count drac awhile ago #☹️#i bet he doesn't even feed off of people . i bet he thinks thats far beneath him & he drinks all his blood like wine #dont enjoy this.#daisy.txt #moot tag #deimos #🌩️.dooku

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adragonsfriend · 28 days

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A Gardner, at Work

This is my (much improved imo) revision of Chapter 2 (aka Yoda's chapter) of This Story Can Kill You. It used to be titled, A Poet at his Work. This version is also now up on ao3 if you want to read it there. Any way, please enjoy:

A scree-bat launches itself from a branch, opening flimsi-thin wings to flutter over to a berry bush. It lands easily and chitters with happiness. Its sharp teeth puncture the skin of a purple fruit, round with juice, and sugar spills over its tongue.

The Room of a Thousand Fountains is an oasis in the Force, and from Coruscant’s barren durasteel towers.

These days, the arching canopy of its trees and the trickle of water over the land provide the only true shelter in the Temple. Always, there were pockets of distress or anxiety here. The daily fluctuations no one is immune to. But beneath those was always the foundation of goodness wrought by a thousand years of difficult, personal work done by a collective of individuals seeking the sun.

Under the soil—there are layers of earth here, deep enough to turn a patch of space on a city planet into real water system—an eight-legged chanit marches, holding a grain of sand in its first set of legs. It follows a string of its fellows, thousands long. Each carries a brick for the base of their colony.

The foundation is still there, those individuals working as hard as they ever have, harder even, to be the beset of themselves.

Dozens of species of moss, clover, and grass cover the ground. They spring up easily from the right soil, and with enough water. Their roots are tended by fungi gardeners in a relationship half as old as the Force itself.

But after two years of war, even the Jedi Order can begin to buckle, hairline cracks appearing in the structure. Others in the Order are aware of how war clouds the Force. Each of them are aware of their own struggles.

A single betnek tree grows taller than anything else in the garden. Its bark is smooth, its leaves wide. It holds a taf-hawk's nest in its branches and shelters a Jedi in its shade. After it traveled from Ryloth through deep space as a seedling nearly eight hundred years ago, its tap root reached through the soil of the gardens until it broke through the stone base of the Temple.

It is Yoda alone whom the Force allows to reach out and touch the cracks, trace the way they’ll develop, see the way the whole will shatter if left unattended.

In a time when most Jedi favor the saber, Yoda meditates. He fills the cracks with vines, moss, and mortar made of gentle joy. He lifts columns and braces roofs with woody sprouts until they heal on their own. To pockets of fatigue, he offers the high trickle of streams over layers of silt and loam and sand and home, so that war weary jedi find healing. His work is never ending. Often, he loses ground. Still, he centers himself in the Force and stands, as mighty as betnek tree and as subtle as moss, a bulwark against the evil prowling outside his home.

This is what it means to be the grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

Other duties, Yoda has as well. Sometimes, individual Jedi come to him, for advice, comfort, or simple company.

None in the Temple burn like the presence sitting across from him now.

Several minutes ago—Yoda does not keep time when he meditates, he listens, and knows where to grow, when to move—Anakin Skywalker settled in the grass, not a meter away from him.

At first, he had merely watched. Yoda had not opened his own eyes, but he’d felt the gaze on his face.

Now Anakin lends his great strength to bolster Yoda’s efforts to heal the temple, and yet distracts him at the same time. Anakin’s presence is a strange thing. In meditation like this, it should be almost perfectly open. And it is. The most obvious emotion is a strong thread of anxiety battling with an urgent curiosity. These, Yoda is certain, concern Anakin’s purpose in finding him.

He has caught the sound of Anakin’s breath catching as he decides whether to speak, no less than three times since sitting down. He takes a moment to wonder what is causing his normally decisive great-great-grand-Padawan to hesitate so. Does he fear judgement? Question whether there is someone else he should be speaking to instead? Is he seeking a tactful way to bring up an emotional topic? Yoda cannot guess.

Continuing to observe without comment, Yoda finds everything he might have expected.

There is a separate strain of curiosity, focused on the purpose of Yoda’s meditation, and a vague investigation of it. Stronger than that, there is worry and protective anger, first for his injured padawan, and second for the course of the war. A faint anxiety and shame at being observed, common in those who shield themselves habitually.

In all his life, Yoda has never yet found exactly what he expected in another’s mind. Always there is some strain of thought or feeling he could not have foreseen, an idle reflection, a seemingly inexplicable reaction. Like the surface of a pond with fish in it, a mind should have ripples, indications of movement deeper than casual observation can reveal. Anakin’s mind shows none of these.

Yoda observes all of this, but does not turn to suspicion.

For his patience, the Force lays an impression at his feet the way a loth cat might deliver live, squirming prey to its growing young. Kittens must learn to kill somehow.

It is only an impression, not a true vision. Slipping into Anakin’s mind would be easy, it whispers. Powerful, he may be, but as disciplined as Yoda, he is not. As subtle as Yoda, he is not. Much to learn, he still has. Anakin would try to stand, try to run, but Yoda’s attack would bring him to his knees. Human blood would run from his nose and ears, staining the ground red. Anakin would collapse, his strength gone, and Yoda would not have lifted a finger. It would be easy then, to riffle though his thoughts, finding not only the hidden secrets, but the method behind this strange shield. No one would deceive Yoda again.

But no one would know him either.

Yoda shudders from his spine, and the cold falls away like a poor cloak. He passes the impression back to the Force, untouched. Either Anakin will speak, or his secrets will remain his own.

He is Yoda, not some loth kitten baring its teeth for the first time.

Yoda who is older than the tree whose shade he rests beneath. Yoda, who knows the Force as the only friend that will outlast him. The Force has deep roots, and it has grown strong in him. He does not care for blood, red or otherwise.

Sitting under a tree, conscious of all its leaves, sitting in the grass, conscious of how its every blade itches, sitting near Anakin, conscious of how he still hesitates, sitting a hundred yards from a group of younglings, conscious of their laughter, sitting in his own bones, conscious of the ways they ache, the cold cannot touch him.

He turns his attention to the impression. It means something, or the Force would not have shown it to him. More clouded than ever, the Force may be, if a cruel vision is all it can offer him, but purposeless, it never is. Perhaps, the subject of an attack, Anakin will be. Perhaps, need Yoda’s protection, he will. Or perhaps he only appears as the subject by proximity, and there is someone else in need. Time, only, will bring understanding.

Yoda returns to his work.

“Why did you assign Ahsoka to me?”

He is mending a delicate section when Anakin finally speaks, so he continues until it will stand on its own. Then he sets aside his work to focus on the moment.

“Believe it a foolish decision, do you?” The answer is long in coming, but Yoda is patient these days. Interrupting a student’s thoughts is the surest way to halt them. Briefly opening his eyes shows him no irritation in Anakin’s posture, only his hairy human eyebrows lowered into a focused expression. Yoda closes his eyes again.

“No. But why me?” A good answer, and a good question, but curious. Why me, rather than why her.

“Share many qualities with you, Padawan Tano does.”

“Recklessness and arrogance, you mean?” A spike of shame.

“True, this may be, but insult your padawan, you should not. Insult yourself, you should not. Also, interrupt me, you should not.” He twitches his ears, amused by his own joke, but Anakin does not share in it, so he moves on, “Share other qualities too, you also do. Strength. Determination. Heart. Good things, these are, which foster in her, you will. Flaws, you also share. But the best teacher, failure is. If struggled, you had not, teach Padawan Tano, you could not.”

“Ahsoka would flourish with any Master. How did you come to this philosophy?”

“Many students, I have had. Much I have learned from each of them.”

“And which of them taught you this?”

An unsubtle edge of doubt appears in the Force even though it does not enter his voice, and Yoda is too old to call manipulation anything other than what it is. Still, the emotion is real, and doubt often has its roots in rotten places. Yoda will do the hard work of digging up those roots and allowing them to breathe rather than waiting and having to rip them out later. He answers with what for him is unusual directness,

“Learned this from Dooku, I did.” No rejection greets his proclamation, and he continues, “Prideful, he always was. A weakness it was, for a jedi, as a weakness, it is for a Sith. Of this, I warned him. But many years, it has been, since so prideful, I was. Ignorant, I was. A weakness only, pride need not be.” This, Yoda leaves as a loose thread, and does not explain. It is worth the time taken to contemplate, “Without understanding, help him, I could not. It was believing he could do more good on his own, that Dooku chose to leave the Jedi Order.” This he still believes to be true, even if he did not agree then, and does not know what happened afterward. It is, he recognizes, the same faith that drives Anakin to insist, Ahsoka would thrive with any master.

He allows the connection to flow into the space of shared meditation. It is met with surprise, though whether that surprise is aimed at him for having such faith, or at Dooku for having inspired it, Yoda cannot tell,

“Problems long past, these are. Learn from them, we must, but linger, we should not. Speaking of your padawan, we were. Worry for her, you do.”

“Ahsoka is the fifteen-year-old I march into war. She nearly lost her arm not a week ago. She did everything I instructed her to do when faced with a superior opponent and still—of course I worry for her.” Yoda suspects a truly scathing look is being sent his way. If he opened his eyes, he has no doubt he would recognize the expression as one of Obi-Wan’s. Perhaps it is one of Qui-gon Jin’s as well, perhaps Dooku’s, perhaps it is even his own.

“Dangerous times, these are. Only so much, there is, for a teacher to teach, and a student to learn.”

“I am well aware.” There is, if not acceptance, then resignation behind the words. It reminds Yoda of the padawan who’d stood before a ragged gathering of the council on Geonosis and informed them of his mother’s death as a footnote to his report on Senator Amidala’s safety. Then too, his presence had been strange. He’d shielded simply, but still bled an overwhelming grief. Only that grief had been, to Yoda’s eye, more worn down than raw and new. Already, there had been resignation, some older loss informing his response.

What loss in particular, Yoda cannot guess. Perhaps something from before he’d come to the Jedi, the fear the Council had sensed from the boy on his first day in the temple cooling and hardening into reluctant surrender.

“Then perhaps, ease your worry, it would, to visit Padawan Tano?”

“And ruin all of Master Che’s hard work shooing me away? I think not.”

“Then rest, you should.” Reluctance appears stark in the Force, and manifests aloud as a tangent,

“Obiwan and I are not at all alike.” It is statement and question at once. The statement doubts their similarity, and the question asks if Yoda thinks they were a poor pairing. Yoda addresses the statement,

“Oh? Devoted, clever teachers, you both are. Deep grief, you both feel. And doubt yourselves, you both do. More similarities, I see, than differences.”

“I am not—” Anakin stops himself abruptly. “I do not see similarities so easily.”

A taf-hawk ruffles its feathers and climbs the edge of its nest. It does not look before it leaps. There is wind beneath its wings, as trustworthy as a branch, as safe as its nest. It climbs several meters before looking down. There are two wingless figures below, one green and barely twice its own size, the other pink and many times larger. It wheels about, looking for smaller prey.

Yoda, Anakin and the taf-hawk are one for a precious moment. It ends as Yoda says,

“To a traveler walking the path, every root and stone is distinct. To the taf-hawk, the path is a stripe across the ground. Yet good to travel, land and sky both are.” Often, when younglings come to Yoda for advice, he leaves them stymied by metaphors and platitudes, without instruction save the request they think on his words before asking for help interpreting them.

Yoda can recall a much younger Padawan Skywalker coming to him for such help only twice, but each time listening to fables full of nature and animals with rapt attention, something both cheated and wistful in his gaze. It was as perfectly attentive as Yoda had ever seen him. The response now—even to a short metaphor—is the same. A series of images pass flicker quick across his mind,

Gears full of sand, ground to a halt.

Endless open desert, unwalked.

Danger, beware.

Fire.

An old woman’s face, expectant.

A girl’s face, defiant.

Then the images pass on like a warm breeze, and Yoda can see them only in his own memory. It is impossible to pin down the meaning of any of them individually, but a theme is clear, and it is this he responds to, rather than their previous string of conversation,

“To teach is to care, and to care is to risk loss.” Anakin’s resignation is strange and old, and the one thing in his mind not perfectly aligned with Yoda’s expectations. He has no doubt it is the most real, truthful feeling he has sensed from Anakin today, “Nonetheless, great joy, I have found it can bring.” There are no plants among the images, Yoda notes.

“...Yes. Yes it can.” Yoda can tell when Anakin stands by the sound of his robes and the way his feet disturb the grass, “Thank you, Master Yoda.” His presence remains stagnant, but the Force rings with truth like a bell.

Life in a desert is sparser, venturing out at night, growing in dense, hardy shapes. Still, it grows, as water moves in reservoirs, under the slow, waiting ground.

Then, from near invisible foundations, durasteel walls rise up around Anakin, closing off over a nearly-but-not-quite-honest expanse of emotion, meeting seamlessly. It is quieter, in Yoda’s mind, without the company. Quieter even than when he began the day. Certainty is a quiet thing, even when the Force echoes it many times over, as it does now. Yoda is certain that Padawan Tano is in good hands.

He returns to his work, sitting absolutely still. A gardener.

#star wars #biting his own tale #anakin skywalker #yoda #tatooine slave culture #jedi philosophy #jedi #room of a thousand fountains #fungi #trees #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #count dooku #they're only mentioned but they're important #star wars yeeteth

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frostbitebakery · 1 year

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IGMHC Outtakes

So why did Dooku insist on Mace being the one he shields to take down Palps?

“Mace.”

“Yam,” Mace nods back and feels the satisfaction flare at the old nickname rounding up pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and a moment to hold back a spitting reply. “How is your charge?”

“Alive,” like that, in the end, is the maxima of facts Dooku cares about.

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#sithy wan cinematic universe in my head #mace windu #count dooku #brief mention of codywan #my fic #the clone wars fanfiction

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legobiwan · 2 years

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Ah, I get what you mean. Saw the Tales of the Jedi spoilers and wondered why they went THAT uncreative route with Dooku. Even if you haven't read the books it feels so dull and insulting to the character.

[MINOR SPOILERS FOR TALES OF THE JEDI]

Right? I mean, even if they went and adapted the major plot points from Jedi Lost (which, I have a few bones to pick with how that book depicted Dooku's fall, as well, but that's another post for another time), that would be leagues better than what we are (apparently) getting.

Dooku is not Anakin and in no way should be shadowing almost all of Anakin's character development, up to and including [SPOILERS] a feud with Mace and disappointment over not being nominated to the Council. (And the Mace thing is just...horrific, for both Mace and Dooku's characters. They're both highly respected Jedi who seemed to get along well and held each other in esteem, even if they had ideological differences as to the purpose and path of the Jedi as an organization. It just makes Dooku look whiny and plays into the stereotype of Mace being some uncaring hardass whose sole role in the franchise is to be skeptical of non-comforming Jedi).

There are so many interesting plot points they could have picked and yes, it's not been released yet but...GAH

Again, the question with Dooku is how and why a respected and accomplished Jedi decided (with eyes wide open, he knew what he was getting into here) to leave the Jedi and eventually turn to the dark side and WHY he felt the Jedi were hypocrites and WHAT he felt an alternate role would have been. (Not, "Oh no, we're helping a politician we saw take a bribe, oh well, guess the Jedi are hypocrites. It's insulting to Dooku's supposed intelligence and political prowess - which he has in abundance. More than anyone, he would know politics is, by its nature, dirty pool and I think it's less he wants the Jedi to be apolitical, rather than them not being in thrall to a corrupt government. But anyway, I digress).

#hello there #ask legobiwan #tales of the jedi #tales of the jedi spoilers #count dooku #yeah if this turns out the way it seems like it will #just...UGH #not to mention it feeling like a vehicle for a yaddle lightsaber show aka yoda dooku duel part 2 #blah

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halfagone · 3 months

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A Mandalorian Halfa Jedi?

I am thinking... about my Danny Phantom x Star Wars AU again. I mentioned this in the Haunting Heroes discord server, but imagine this:

Danny gets lost in the Star Wars universe, maybe they're part of the same universe, maybe not. We know that Earth technically exists there, so it's possible. Nonetheless, Danny gets lost and is eventually picked up by the Jedi. It is during the Clone Wars era, at the height of the war. Ectoplasm either functions the same as the Force out in larger space, or it easily passes off as the Force. Therefore, Danny is considered Force-sensitive and brought to the Jedi council.

He's far too old, older than even Anakin was, but he already displays some skill with the blade (thanks to his mom's training), and he's far too powerful with the Force to leave for the Sith or Dark Side users running about to find him. Those like Count Dooku or Asajj Ventress or whoever Dooku's master is (and, depending on the timeline, Maul and his brother Savage as well).

It's decided that Obi Wan should train him, since he did well with Anakin despite Anakin's older age for a youngling and lack of familiarity with Jedi customs and culture. As well as Obi Wan's own young age as a Padawan himself at the time. Surely, Obi Wan could whip him into shape and they need all the help they can get on the field.

Anakin does not like Danny at first. Not at all. He might have joked all he liked beforehand about Obi Wan getting another padawan, but seeing it happen is an entirely different experience. Danny gets along well with Obi Wan, with his dry, witty humor and his tendency for unorthodox strategy. Worse still, Ahsoka likes Danny. These two are peas in a pod, partners in crime. It feels like he's been forgotten and replaced and by someone seemingly better.

And then one day, when the 212th and the 501st are stationed together, he finds Danny shaking with night terrors, the Dark Side so strong in him Anakin is literally freezing from the cold. It's only then that he understands Danny a little bit better, and sees himself in this kid. Danny fights the Dark Side within him just like he does, and he never lets it consume him. Maybe for once, he can learn a little something from this kid too, and not let it overwhelm him.

And here is the part where I realized a golden opportunity:

What if the Jedi think Danny is a Mandalorian that was cast out for being Force-sensitive? Danny has an affinity for weapons beyond the blade, like cannons and guns and snipers. He talks about how his family taught him to use these weapons, that he's known this all his life. He talks about how his family wears suits all the time and hardly ever takes them off. He talks about always being afraid to reveal his powers to his parents, and how ultimately he ran away because of them.

Oh all the scenarios that could come out of this~

But now I'm also thinking about how strong Danny would feel in the Force. How much Danny could do on the battlefield because now he doesn't have to hold back. Droids might have more intelligence than a lot of sentients give them credit for, but if it's between the very alive, flesh and bone, clones of the Grand Republic Army and the Separatists' metal droids, Danny is absolutely going to be ruthless if it means the clones are safe.

Danny can literally control the weather. Imagine what happens when Danny creates an electrical storm for the first time to take down an enemy starship and the clones just look between themselves, whispering about how: "I didn't know Jedi could do that." "Is that how the Force works?" "Kriff if I know-"

And that's another thing! Clones! Danny would be absolutely appalled that so many clones were created and their freedom at the end of the Clones Wars is still up in the air.

It also ties beautifully with his love for space and now he's living the dream! Except space isn't what he thought it would be. And there are planets out here that have barbaric standards. It's the adventure of a lifetime! But there's a part of him that still wants to go home.

Just- all the possibilities and shenanigans this could bring. ✨

#danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #star wars crossover #halfagone rambles

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theghostofsoap · 3 months

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No Force on this Earth (Could Keep Me From You)

Fandom: Call of Duty x Star Wars

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish

Rating: Teen +

Tags: implied torture, force bonds, blood mention, angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: this fic was massively inspired by @felixeis003 and some lovely CoD x Star Wars art they did of Ghost and Soap <33 it truly got the hamster wheel in my mind going

(Check out the art here!!!)

Soap wasn't sure how long he'd been here. He and Gaz had been together on assignment to investigate a moon where a particularly strong force signature had pinged recently. There was suspicion that a Sith artifact was located there and they wanted to make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

Unfortunately, the entire thing had been a trap. He was pretty sure Gaz had managed to make it out when he'd dove into a swarm of droids. The last thing he remembered was seeing the familiar face of Count Dooku before falling unconscious.

Ever since then, he'd been kept in a cell. A few times he'd been poked and prodded. He wasn't sure what they wanted with him, but the combination of minimal food and the Force suppression collar around his neck was making the time tick by like molasses. Most of the time he meditated while trying to overhear any speck of information that he could, which wasn't much.

The sheer emptiness of it all was almost worse. Maybe they were trying to drive him mad with silence and isolation.

He just had to hope that Gaz was coming back with a rescue party. He wasn't even 100% sure if he was still on the same moon. The only thing he could see from his confinement was the metal-lined hallway and the empty cells beside him.

During his fourth rest cycle, he heard footsteps down the hallway. He did his best to keep calm, taking in slow, steadying breaths. The person who came around the corner was a face he hadn't seen in a while.

The dark cloak swished out behind them as they came to a halt. The smirk on their face was the same one Soap remembered from the few times they were in lessons together.

"Well Phillip, you certainly weren't who I was expecting to see today." He drawled.

"After all these years and they couldn't quite beat the snark out of you could they? And that's Darth Gravis to you," Phillip replied.

Soap snorted. "Really? Darth Gravis? I'm sorry, but I'm nae gonna take you very seriously when I still remember you tripping into the fountain during our forms."

Phillip's eyebrow ticked, but otherwise he kept his face a mixture of arrogant and angry. "When I heard they'd gotten their hands on you, I told them isolation wasn't going to work. But I needed time to get here and I wanted to make sure I was the first one to get my hands on you John." He tilted his head and two droids opened up the cell. The smirk on his face grew as he took a step forward. Soap just stayed in his lotus position.

"By the time I'm done with you, we'll see how seriously you take me."

It had started simple, things Soap had expected. His ribs were bruised and each breath came out with a slight wheeze, but he could take it.

The harder part was the intrusions. Being cut off from the force while feeling someone else's slimy, icher of a presence oozing through his thoughts and tearing down his walls was agonizing. He held in his screams the best he could, making his tongue bleed in the process.

"All those feelings and you're still in the precious Order, huh? Do you think that big bastard actually cares for you that way?" Gravis drawled one time as Soap was hunched over on the floor, trying to catch his breath as blood trickled out of his nose.

"I watched the footage, you know. We keep most footage of the 'important experiments.' It'd be almost admirable that he isn't dark if it weren't for the fact that he's just so weak. You should've seen him. Pathetic honestly the way he-"

Not many things had gotten to Soap, but with his shields already low and his emotions in fray, hearing him talk about him that way made Soap snap. He lunged forward, slamming himself into Gravis's legs. With his hands still bound behind him, there wasn't much he could do before the droids grabbed him and threw him back against the other wall.

Gravis laughed as he stood up and dusted himself off. "My my, got you riled up didn't I?" He spit to the side. "Let's see if you're just as pathetic as he is."

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Ghost hadn't felt Soap in 5 days. While he didn't constantly check on their force bond, he didn't realize how much he felt it until it suddenly shut off.

He can remember the moment it happened with stark clarity. He'd been helping around at the town he was currently staying in, carrying some supplies to help rebuild a health center that had collapsed, when it was like everything went silent.

He froze mid step as he rapidly tried to figure out what on earth had just happened. He couldn't even pinpoint what was wrong or why everything felt slightly off until he assessed his bonds... and realized he couldn't feel Soap.

Ghost didn't have many force bonds still. The ones he had with his old master weren't the strongest and the ones that had been almost forced upon him during-

Well, he didn't have many force bonds anymore for a reason. Soap was about the only one, though Price had one too.

Ghost didn't know what to do. He'd immediately tried to reach out to Soap's comms to no success. The last thing they'd talked about was that he was going to be away on a mission with Garrick-

His comm rang.

He answered without hesitation. Maybe it was Soap from a different-

"Soap's gone."

It was Garrick. Ghost clenched his comm unit as he stared at the holographic form of the other Jedi, who seemed just fine-

"Where."

"We were on a moon in the Pelgrin sector. It was a trap and he was taken." Garrick said, getting straight to the point.

Ghost immediately started walking back to where he was staying. He had a small ship. It would take him at least 3 days to make it that far. He was already plotting his course when he realized Garrick was still talking.

"-ooku but I don't know if he's still on that moon. Ghost. The Order is going to want to try and go after him too but they won't just storm in. I don't- You know why I'm calling you, right?"

Ghost grunted. Of course he did. The Order wouldn't be as efficient as he could be, with their bureaucratic tape. There were very few things he missed about the Order, but the political ties that had developed over the recent decades wasn't one of them.

"I'm on my way. If you get any updates, contact me." He said, disconnecting the call before Garrick could say anything else.

His ship already had rations on it, but he made sure to gather a few more as well as a few additional medical supplies before leaving, despite wanting to peel out as soon as possible. When he punched in the route, he cursed under his breath at the time. Every moment felt like one too many, and he couldn't even be certain that they'd still be there when he arrived.

But he'd have time to make some calls along the way, put some feelers out. He knew who he could trust with this information.

As it was nearing the last day of his trek, he'd gotten word back that Soap was likely not far from where he'd been taken. A ship had been spotted briefly in orbit tucked behind a nearby asteroid. One wouldn't easily spot it if they didn't know what they were looking for.

Ghost took in a deep breath as he started to make a plan. The main thing he had to do was get in, but once that happened-

Well, he wasn't worried too much about whatever might be between him and Soap. It wouldn't be there long.

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They didn't move him afterwards. He was left lying in a cooling pile of his own blood. His forehead was up against the metal floor as he tried to take slow breaths despite his protesting lungs which were both sore and burning as he stretched the cauterized wounds across his chest.

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He whispered to himself softly. He took in a slow breath through his nose but it was interrupted by a cough he tried to suppress. He spit up some blood and groaned, trying to take better note of his body.

It felt like half of him was offline, a combination of numbness and tingling stretching across his system. He worked slowly, wiggling each individual finger before he finally felt like he might be able to lift himself up to a seated position.

That's when he heard the gunshots.

He froze, uncertain at first where they were coming from. That's when he realized they were deeper in the building.

... Was someone here for him finally?

He felt a stronger wave of renewed motivation flow through him as he managed to get back to a seated position with only minimal groans and winces of pain.

"I'm one with the force and the force is with me." He said again, slightly firmer as he tried to calm the ringing in his ears so he could take better stock of where the fighting was happening.

It sounded like it was closer. Was it getting closer?

Suddenly the door down the hall opened, but the gunshots didn't get louder. Instead, he heard the familiar thrum of a lightsaber igniting.

"Well, well, what did I tell them? I knew he'd come for you." Gravis said as he stepped into the cell Soap was in. His red saber crackled angrily as he slowly lifted it, coming to a stop just under Soap's chin.

Soap took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Gravis, holding his chin as steady as he could.

"Sidious has been wanting him back, for another test run. He's certain he can break him this time." Gravis drawled. "I'm not sure why he wants that pathetic thing, but you were just bait." He smirked. "Don't worry, your usefulness hasn't run out yet. I think it'd be more impactful if you were around during the conditioning this time. Toy with his mind a bit. Or maybe we can make him kill you himself, hm? See if we can turn that rage the right direction-"

Another door opened and this time the gunshots were next to none. "Darth Gravis! The force user, he's-" a droid started to say when suddenly the sound of metal hitting the floor rang through the hall.

"My my, took you long enough to get here Simon," Gravis said, looking over but not moving his saber an inch. "Go on Johnny, say hello to him. It's only polite."

Ghost's eyes snapped over to where he was seated on the floor. Despite not being able to feel their force bond like he usually could, Soap could still catalog the emotions running across his face. Ghost's eyes went from him to the puddle of the blood on the floor and back up to the lightsaber at his throat.

Soap saw his hands tighten on the grip of his saber.

"You're just as feeble as I remember Gravis," Ghost rumbled, "Could never pick a fair fight because you knew you'd lose. Beating up on someone who's chained up and disconnected from the force? Does that make you feel stronger?"

Soap saw Gravis's expression flare with anger. The saber was immediately withdrawn and directed towards Ghost.

"You were all but scraped off the floor when you 'escaped.' You know he LET you go right? Someone as simple as you could never have made it out on your own." Gravis snarled. "I've seen the tapes. You're not even worth his time!"

Ghost slid into a fighting stance, not breaking eye contact with Gravis. "And yet he's taking his time trying to lure me back, when he's got a lap dog already drooling to do as he says. Do you feel replaceable yet mutt?"

Gravis snarled louder and immediately launched himself towards Ghost, who blocked him flawlessly. Where Gravis's attacks were fury and erratic, Ghost was as steady and smooth as ever. He looked like he was hardly breaking a sweat as Gravis danced around him.

"Face it Gravis, you were always meant to beg for scraps. If you were truly good enough you wouldn't be the one running errands to try to lure in another apprentice would you?"

This made Gravis lunge, but it was exactly what Ghost wanted to happen. He quickly grabbed Gravis by the shoulder, blocking his saber and throwing him to the floor. He stomped onto the hand that was holding his saber and Gravis shouted as he dropped it.

Ghost stared down at him for a moment.

Gravis glared, reaching up a hand, clearly about to use the force, when Ghost's expression finally broke. He curled his upper lip before gripping the air in front of him, easily lifting up Gravis from the floor before quickly slamming him back into it.

Ghost only looked at his limp form for a moment more before he immediately spun and sprinted over to Soap.

Soap looked up at him, cracking a small smile, though he was sure the blood covering his gums wasn't helping. "Hey Ghostie."

The brooding man dropped to his knees and quickly reached around Soap's neck. Soap felt the collar's latch release before he heard it, as the feeling of the Force flooded back into him.

It was like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

"Oh Force," he breathed.

Immediately the next thing he felt was the cacophony of emotions flooding off of Ghost. "Ghost, I-"

"Don't move Johnny," Ghost said, his tone gruffer than normal. Johnny held still as Ghost deftly cut through the cuffs keeping his hands behind his back. When his hands were free, he slowly moved them around to his front, rubbing his wrists gently.

"Thank you," he said, realizing how fucked his voice sounded. He's sure it wasn't helping the growing concern Ghost was expressing.

"How broken are you?" Ghost asked.

"Ah, it looks worse than i' is," Soap said, but his point was a bit ruined when he had a coughing fit at the end that left him light headed.

Suddenly, the world around him shifted. He yelped and his position adjusted. Soap blinked and realized how close he was to Ghost's face now, the strong arms wrapped around him.

Ghost didn't look down at him, taking long strides back through the facility, completely ignoring the graveyard of droids around him. "I have medical supplies on the ship. I'm going to put you there before I come back and... finish what needs to be done in here."

"Ah've seen my share of death before Ghost, you didn' have'ta shield me from that."

Ghost let out a slow breath but didn't reply.

"Aye, you can' ignore me when I'm this close'ta your face," Soap said.

Finally he saw the hint of a smile under Ghost's usual face scarf. "Mm, I could try."

"Ah you could, but I don' think you traveled all the way here to save me because you don' like me."

Ghost glanced down at him, his brown eyes showing just as much as their force bond revealed. "... Johnny."

Johnny reached up a hand and cupped Ghost's face. "Thank you for comin' for me."

"My head's too quiet without you in it," he replied, pausing for a moment. "... I'll always come for ya Johnny."

There was a joke on the tip of his tongue, but his heart was too happy to make it at the moment. "I know you would Simon."

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