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renegadeontherunn · 3 years

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happiness by taylor swift is a disaster lineage song, sorry I don’t make the rules

okay so yes I should be writing or doing homework instead of making this extremely rambly, slightly incoherent post but it’s friday so I’m vibing and you lovely people get to join me!

this is the ultimate star wars grief song for our tcw trio and I see it in three different contexts:

Ahsoka’s POV to Anakin, Obi-Wan, and the Order after she leaves in the season 5 finale

Ahsoka & Rex during/after Order 66

Obi-Wan & Ahsoka to Vader (Obi-Wan on Tatooine and (REBELS SPOILERS) Ahsoka after her duel with him in The Twilight of the Apprentice—for reference, I’ve only seen parts of Rebels so if some of that stuff is inaccurate, let me know!)

so we go . . .

honey when I’m above the trees / I see this for what it is

on a ship, in the Force, in hindsight

but now I’m right down in it / all the years I’ve given / is just shit we’re dividing up / showed you all of my hiding spots

#1: Ahsoka’s years learning in the Order, being a Padawan, her dedication to the Jedi and her faith to their teachings (”the values of the Jedi are sacred to me”), all the years she’s given are just completely thrown away as soon as there’s suspicion against her (in the unfinished episodes, Anakin says “well what choice did we give her? the moment there were any suspicions about her loyalty the Council turned their back on her.”) they both share this anger about her expulsion, and Ahsoka brings it up later during the Siege of Mandalore when she says “and what? defend the Council’s actions? I hardly think I’m the best person for that.”

#2: again, Ahsoka’s years fighting alongside the 501st, growing close with Rex and Jesse and everyone else to suddenly find them turning on her (this is before she knows about the chips, of course). she could also be feeling this in tandem with Rex—“those soldiers, my brothers, are willing to die and take you and me along with them!” all the years Rex has given in the 501st, with his brothers, fighting for the Republic, having to watch his brothers be killed and not be able to do anything, all his hardship just means nothing. their attempts to be themselves, to be unique, to not just be “another number,” were useless in the end. the “showed you all of my hiding spots” line points to the closeness and friendship that they had with each other

#3: again again, pretty self-explanatory, all the years Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have given to teaching and learning from and loving Anakin are just completely thrown away by his fall to the Dark Side and him ultimately trying to kill them. the same for the last line applies here, they were brothers, they were sister and brother, they were a family and then it was all ruined.

I was dancing when the music stopped

In each of the scenarios, they were preoccupied, in the middle of something else (the war, capturing Maul, defeating Grievous, helping Ezra, etc.) when everything stopped and collapsed. each situation was completely unexpected and each time, their worlds fell apart.

and in the disbelief / I can’t face reinvention

#1: all Ahsoka’s ever known is the Jedi, and now without them (without anyone to help her or any connections or support), she has to completely change her way of life, as well as lie or invent a new background for herself (”Skywalker Academy,” “my older brother taught me,” “I used to live on the upper levels of Coruscant,” etc.)

also—Ahsoka becomes Ashla, and then Fulcrum (reinventing herself over and over again) and Obi-Wan becomes Ben. obviously, they don’t want to have to change, and again with “in the disbelief,” each of these events was unexpected and a complete gut punch.

there’ll be happiness after you / but there was happiness because of you / both of these things can be true there is happiness / past the blood and bruise / past the curses and cries / beyond the terror in the nightfall

I don’t think this line needs any explanation, but I’ll give some anyway! In a meta-sense, the audience started Star Wars with the happiness after all three events, but especially Vader. the Original Trilogy showed the end of the Empire, the Rebellion, the happy endings of Luke, Leia, Han, etc. in-universe, both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan hold this sense of bittersweet nostalgia (because how can you not?), both with Obi-Wan training/looking after Luke and Ahsoka joining the Rebellion and helping the characters in Rebels. they’re both trying to ensure happiness after Anakin.

but, of course, of course there was happiness because of Anakin, that’s what The Clone Wars shows us! we see them happy (or, at least, somewhat) in tcw, which obviously makes everything much sadder, but still. they were happy. and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka both know it—we see it explicitly with Ahsoka meditating to Anakin’s holo and reminiscing in Rebels. they found happiness and love and family in the war, where there was so much death, so much destruction, so much darkness and terror. they found each other, they found happiness anyway. this can also apply to the OT, since that trio also found family and happiness in the midst of the Empire.

it’s this inherent optimism that both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan share that Anakin doesn’t (or didn’t) that’s keeping them afloat. it’s the adherence to the light, to kindness, to compassion.

haunted by the look in my eyes

#1: going back to our three scenarios, you could say Ahsoka was probably haunted by the look in the Council members’ eyes—especially Yoda, Plo, Obi-Wan—when they expelled her. as well as, of course, the look in Anakin’s eyes when he begs her to stay and she says no. the ending image of season 5, the last image we ever saw of tcw for years—with Anakin’s sad, wide eyes—yeah. that look.

#2: overall, this context has less to it, but I’ll still argue that the look in Rex’s eyes, in the clones’ eyes haunted both Ahsoka and Rex, probably especially Rex. or even, not seeing his brothers’ eyes and instead seeing their blasters pointed at him. their final scene, with the eyes of the helmets (Ahsoka’s eyes painted on) stuck on sticks. yeah, that definitely haunted them both.

#3: Obi-Wan and Ahsoka both get horrifyingly clear images of Anakin’s gold eyes. Anakin’s look when he shouts “I hate you!” surely haunted Obi-Wan, as well as Anakin saying “Ahsoka” and “then you will die” with a very clear, obvious image of Anakin’s gold, scarred eye through his mask.

that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

#1: Ahsoka was prepared to be a Jedi forever, for a lifetime

#2: Rex, more in this case, but both he and Ahsoka did and would’ve loved the clones forever. those were Rex’s brothers and it’s so clear, especially with the scene of him crying in the hangar bay, that this is killing him

#3: Obi-Wan and Ahsoka would’ve loved Anakin for a lifetime—and I’d argue they did, despite everything (”you were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!” and “my Master could never be as vile as you” and “to the best of us”)

leave it all behind

#1: sorry if this is getting repetitive, but yeah, Ahsoka left everything, her entire life, everything and everyone she’s ever known behind

#2: Rex and Ahsoka leave everything on that moon, including her lightsabers that she just got back and then had to give up a second time

#3: Obi-Wan leaves everything behind and flees to Tatooine. Ahsoka tells Ezra this—to let Kanan go, essentially leave the past behind him. And she can’t “save her Master” either. she too must let him go.

tell me when did your winning smile / begin to look like a smirk?

this is just so Anakin slowly falling to madness and the Dark Side. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan thinking about the signs they’d missed, if there was some way they could’ve stopped it, if just one thing had been different, if they’d just noticed. trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

when did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

#1: “the values of the Jedi are sacred to me”—and then she’s expelled and told that it was part of her great trial in becoming a Knight. a foundation of the Jedi Order and its process gets turned against her.

#3: this line becomes literal—Padawan lessons, sparring, suddenly became dueling Anakin to death, for both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka

no I didn’t mean that / sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury

#1: you could argue that Obi-Wan is right when he said Ahsoka let her feelings cloud her judgement in leaving; that she couldn’t see the facts through the pain of being betrayed by the Council. and then, when she comes back in the Siege of Mandalore, immediately, she and Obi-Wan start arguing, and then both of them are clouded by their feelings, both feeling hurt by the other and lashing out.

#3: again, this is just so Anakin turning to the Dark Side. he obviously doesn’t realize that he’s being blinded by fury (or maybe he does and just doesn’t care, or probably, thinks that is the only way). but he is. he’s completely blinded to logic, to reality by the fury that Sidious has spent years amping up and harvesting and Anakin himself has spent years bottling.

you haven’t met the new me yet

this line is really painful if you view it from Anakin’s perspective. they both believed he was dead, but no, turns out he’s a Sith Lord, in fact the Sith Lord that’s been the Emperor’s tool in causing immense pain and destruction across the galaxy. it’s this evil, excited little line from his POV (think that ROTS comic: “please say it’s Kenobi. Lord Vader gets such a thrill from killing people who care for him”)

there’ll be happiness after me / but there was happiness because of me / both of these things I believe

again, there’s that optimism, that desire to help people, to do good in the world, and this faith that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka both have. that’s why Obi-Wan helps Luke, that’s why Ahsoka joins the Rebellion. it’s all to ensure that there will be some happiness, some light after them (and maybe a little because of them. again, see the first chorus. they were happy once, and they both know it. “we’ll be fine, as long as we stay together.”)

there is happiness / in our history / across our great divide

I see this mostly as Ahsoka and Anakin (and Obi-Wan) during season 7. there’s still a connection, of course, love and happiness between them, despite the ending that’s right on their heels, as well as the great divide of Ahsoka leaving the Order.

there is a glorious sunrise / dappled with the flickers of light

Anakin does end up returning to the Light Side and his reunion with Obi-Wan is surely like a “glorious sunrise” that ended the darkness of the past twenty+ years. the second part I just see as a fun, literal line—flickers of light are lightsabers, blaster fire, the Light Side

I can’t make it go away by making you a villain

in short, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka can’t make the pain or the past happiness go away because Anakin’s now Vader. they still both remember Anakin fondly and with love, despite his fall. they loved him, still. in ROTS, when Anakin says “from my point of view, the Jedi are evil!” Obi-Wan doesn’t say “then you are evil,” or even “you are wrong,” he says “then you are lost.” lost. as in, can be found again. not evil, not unworthy, not wrong. just lost. there’s this goodness that Anakin has that he is ignoring and straying from (”there is good in him”). and in the context of Order 66, Ahsoka can’t and doesn’t make the clones villains because she knows they’re actually the victims. as much pain as it causes, they’re not the villains and she can’t act like they are.

so I know there’s a lot of discourse about Anakin apologists or whatever, so all I’ll say is that George Lucas has said that the prequels are to show how a “nice little kind kid, who has good intentions” turns into Darth Vader. the whole point of the PT is this line—while Anakin/Vader is no doubt the villain in the OT and in ROTS to a degree, that doesn’t make everything else go away. the other stuff doesn’t excuse what he did, all the pain he caused, but we can’t make it go away, just because he’s a villain. that’s one of the beauties of the prequels, that we get this extremely fleshed out, torn and struggling kid who ends up making all the wrong choices and becoming the terrible villain we see in the OT.

I guess it’s the price I pay for seven years in heaven

while none of these scenarios is seven years exactly, it does continue to drive the point of “all the years I’ve given is just shit we’re dividing up.” everything these characters had, individually and with each other, just gets utterly, completely ruined.

in a more meta-sense, the ending of The Clone Wars is the price we, the fans, pay for seven seasons of the show.

no one teaches you what to do / when a good man hurts you / and you know you hurt him too

this could point again to Ahsoka and Anakin, but also Ahsoka and Obi-Wan after she leaves the Order. when she comes back, none of them really know what to say, what to do, how to act around each other. this obviously comes out as arguments and words that are so close to what they really want to say, but just short. they’ve all been hurt and none of them know what to do about it.

and, of course, Obi-Wan and Anakin in ROTS. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to believe that Anakin’s fallen to the Dark Side, and later on Tatooine, knowing he’s hurt and been hurt by Anakin, doesn’t know what to do

after giving you the best I had / tell me what to give after that

again again, all the years they’ve given. all the love they had. everyone they knew & loved. gone.

leave it all behind / and there is happiness

#fiona speaks #what do i even tag this?#my writing #i guess?#HA anyway i refuse to proof read this or reread it bc WOW it's long #and if you chose to open this post and read the whole thing then you're probably somewhat used to my ramblings #hopefully i articulated all my thoughts well #bc i have so many thoughts about this song so i hope they came across!!#if yall have any additional thoughts lemme know cause this song is just UGH *chef's kiss*#wow i just said the word thoughts three times #fun fact! this song is taylor's only song in the key of b #which means she has a song in EVERY key #isn't that cool?#anyway this was so fun i get the hype with doing this #thanks to daisy caroline and mel and honestly so many others for THEIR wonderful analyses of taylor swift songs and tcw #which inspired me to actually make a post about it instead of continuing to let this doc sit in my drive #i originally wrote this on wait one sec lemme check #december 28 and then did one w more words on feb 15 #but now it's here! in one (mostly coherent) post #oof anyway #taylor swift #star wars #taylor swift and tcw #can you tell i'm procrastinating writing my fic exchange?#song analysis

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theoceanoasis · 3 years

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Christmas angst part 4

For one minute, it was like the whole galaxy had stopped. The moment Anakin Skywalker was shot.

The men called for Kix who was already rushing over. A moment later Obi-Wan and Ahsoka came rushing over.

Anakin lay on the ground surrounded by his own blood, with a hole in his chest.

Ahsoka screamed and fell to the ground.

The men quickly picked off the remaining droids trying to protect there Jedi and medic. Kix quickly started working on him while cursing.

Obi-Wan stared numbly at his old padawan. Before looking at Ahsoka. She was sitting on her knees and crying in fear and horror.

He fell to the ground and held her close. After a moment of crying she started whispering over and over again in an almost trance.

"He did it to himself."

She chocked on a sob and he pulled her closer.

"I know."

He cried looking at the man he raised since he was nine years old. He watched Kix struggle to save him.

He looked at Anakin with tears in his eyes. There was never enough time to say I love you. Three simple words but he never said them. Anakin never knew how much he cared for him. How much he loved him. He cried thinking about all the things Anakin would never hear or do or see. He cried looking at Anakin who was gone to soon.

Ahsoka she'd picked up Anakin's fallen lightsaber and now held it to her chest as though it was a life line.

Anakin had been her brother yet she had never told him. She had never told him that she loved him and now he would never here it again.

She cried thinking about the way they had acted recently. She wanted to give him space. She thought that if he had space everything would be okay.

But it wasn't okay. She looked at his lightsaber and saw her reflection in the metal. She instantly looked away feeling disgusted with herself.

The truth was. She didn't do what she did to, give him space. She did it because, she was uncomfortable and she didn't want to talk about it. She was just hoping everything would go back to normal.

But it didn't and now they would never talk about it.

She looked at Obi-Wan and saw a broken man. Obi-Wan had done the same thing as her. Even if he didn't admit it and that made her angry. She stared at him and realized she hated him. He was just as bad as he was but he would never admit it and that makes him worse.

Obi-Wan could feel Ahsoka glaring at him and he looked her in the eyes. He instantly knew what she was thinking and looked away in shame.

The reason he had been treating Anakin like this was because he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about how he had hurt Anakin when he was younger. How he hurt him for years. He was ashamed and embarrassed by his behavior. So he avoided Anakin hoping the problem would go away.

In the end that problem didn't go away and now his padawan is laying in his own blood.

When Anakin had walked out of cover and dropped his weapon. He could have helped him. He could have used the force. There was enough time but, he didn't. Some part of him. Some horrible dark and twisted part of him. Wanted Anakin to get shot.

He almost threw up thinking about how he had smiled when Anakin had gotten shot. Only to blink out of it by everyone's shouts. But in that moment he was so happy to see Anakin get hurt.

He felt disgusted by himself. He had raised Anakin and he has allowed him to get shot.

He stared at Anakin's body for a long time until it was time to pack up. Kix rushing Anakin to the medbay. Trying to save his life.

When they got back to the resolute Cody walked to the room he shared with Rex and sat down heavily. A few minutes later and Rex joined him.

"Are you okay Rex?"

"I didn't help him."

Cody stared at the wall over Rex's shoulder.

"Neither did I."

"Cody, I'm his captain. My job is to look out for him. But I didn't. When he talked about his past. I didn't help him because every time I saw him it was like looking in a mirror."

"I know. I heard a lot of the men avoided him because all they could see was themselves and if they stayed near him they were going to break down and that would get them killed."

"We didn't help him Cody."

He pressed his palm to his face.

"Why didn't we help him?"

"I don't know."

"We promised to help our brothers."

Cody stared at his haunted expression.

"Maybe it was because he wasn't our brother and we thought the General or the commander were going to help him."

"But they didn't."

"No, they didn't."

"He was there brother."

"I know."

"Why didn't they help him?"

"I don't know."

"Why did he do it?"

"I think you know why?"

Rex huffed.

"Yeah, I do."

Rex walked over and sat on the bed.

"Do you think he's going to survive?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think he'll want to survive."

"I don't know."

Rex stared at the floor.

"Where were you when he....."

Rex broke off but there was no need. Cody already knew what he was going to say.

"I was next to General Kenobi."

Rex looked at him in suprise.

"You were?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't Obi-Wan use the force to save him?"

Cody looked away and nervously played with the blanket.

"Cody?"

"I saw him."

"What?"

Cody looked over feeling tears in his eyes.

"You know how much I care about Obi-Wan right?"

"Yes."

"I don't know if I can serve with him anymore."

"WHAT WHY?!?!?"

Cody gulped and looked away.

"When General Skywalker was shot. I was looking at Obi-Wan."

Rex frowned feeling confused

"Okay, so."

"Rex he did nothing. He watched and when General Skywalker was shot he smiled."

Rex stared at him in shock and looked horrified.

"That can't be true, he raised Skywalker since he was a kid."

"I know. But I saw him smile and I looked at General Skywalker who was falling to the floor and all I saw was you."

Rex stared at him.

"I can't work with him because General Kenobi isn't safe. General Skywalker was his brother and he let him die. Rex how many times did he let our brothers die on purpose?"

Cody was now breaking down sobbing.

"How many times did we leave a brother to die because we trusted him. I trusted him. He let his own brother get shot and did nothing about it. His own brother. So, what does that mean for us?"

Rex looked at him in horror before he hugged him.

"Who can we tell because I don't trust the commander."

"What do you mean Rex?"

"Obi-Wan isn't the only one who can use the force."

Cody sharply inhaled.

"We need to take our brothers and get out of here."

"Yeah."

Cody gripped Rex's arm's.

"Were bringing General Skywalker with us."

Rex pulled himself closer and cried.

"What if he doesn't want to deal with us."

"Then he can leave and we will let him be free."

Rex sniffled.

"What if he doesn't survive?"

"Then he's matching ahead of us."

Rex pressed his face into his chest.

"When we meet him again we can finally apologize."

"Yeah."

"Were going to make this right."

"Yes we are."

That night they slept cuddled together. Seeking comfort and in the morning they planned for there escape.

#anakin skywalker #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #captain rex #commander cody #angst

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shadowversejc · 3 years

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STAR WARS Episode X: The Search for Skywalker (REYLO)

CHAPTER 1

Kylo Ren’s voice: You . . . a scavenger.

Snoke: You have the spirit of a true Jedi!

Han Solo: There’s more to it than that, kid.

Palpatine: Empress Palpatine.

Han Solo: You’ve got a lot to learn.

Palpatine: It is your birthright . . . to rule.

Luke: She saw your spirit, your heart.

Palpatine: It is in your blood. Our blood.

Obi-Wan: Rey!

Luke: Some things are stronger than blood.

Kylo Ren: We are a Dyad in the Force, Rey.

Darth Vader: If you only knew the power of the Dark Side.

Kylo Ren: Two that are one.

Darth Vader: Join me, and together, we will rule the galaxy!

Kylo Ren: Join me.

Qui-Gon Jinn: The Force is behind you, Rey.

Palpatine: A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me!

Kylo Ren: You’re not alone.

Palpatine: I am all the Sith!

Yoda: Alone, never have you been.

Luke: The Force will be with you. Always.

Palpatine: You are nothing!

Kylo Ren: But not to me.

After the onslaught of voices, everything went silent. Until, that is, Ben Solo’s whisper echoed. “Rey.”

Rey awakened with a jump, the face of Ben imprinting itself in her mind. Realizing the sheets were soaked in sweat, she pushed herself up and out of the cot she slept on. Darkness would have reigned in her quaint, mostly empty bedroom had it not been for the dim, golden nightlight in the corner. Feeling weak with sadness, regret, and a tumbleweed of other emotions, Rey collapsed beside her bed.

As a sliver of morning light, courtesy of the Twin Suns, fought through her thick window shades, Rey curled up in a ball on the floor, remembering Ben’s sacrifice for her and her alone. One tear fell to the ground, then another, then another, until they gushed like a river, staining her usual starry white interlocking garments. Her whimpers drenched the room in gloom. As was typical, she could not stop herself. The whimpers increased into wails, which caused Finn, wearing Poe’s signature copper jacket, to storm into her room.

“Rey!” he cried. He turned on a light and looked around, spying her on the floor. Her face hid behind her hands. “Rey, what’s wrong?” She continued her cries and did not answer. “Please, tell me!”

She looked up to him, her red, swollen eyes calling out for help. “I can’t.”

He sighed and looked downward defeatedly. “Nightmares again.” Partially succeeding in catching her breath, she nodded and sniffled. Her hair buns were out of sorts. He bent down and laid a hand on her shoulder. “You need help, Rey. I can’t stand to see you like this. It has been weeks and now it’s getting worse. Like you have an opened wound or something.”

“Because it is,” she replied. He glanced at her, seeking an explanation. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“No, maybe I do,” he responded.

She shook her head. “You don’t.”

“OK, then is there someone who does? Someone who can show you a path out of this?”

She sniffled again and stared into space. “There was.” She paused and glanced at him, wiping dried tears away. “I’m OK. You can trust me. Wait for me outside. We’ll start the next lesson.”

“Are you sure, Master?”

She huffed a laugh. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Sorry, Master,” he joked again. He helped her stand. She smiled lightly and grasped him into a hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied.

When she pulled away, he flashed a smile and left, looking back once. He closed the door with the Force. Her eyes widened. His connection to the Force was increasing.

Suddenly, a voice echoed so loud in her mind that it seemed real. “Rey Skywalker, come and see.” She jumped and turned around. No one was there.

“Hello?” she whispered.

“Rey . . .” a deep voice murmured. It was not the same as before. She recognized it.

“B-Ben?” she replied. Her heart pounded mercilessly. She gulped. A strange, indecipherable word — almost a scream — silently resonated from seemingly everywhere.

Just then, Poe Dameron barged in. “Hey! Well, uh, there’s free breakfast today for you at Chalmun’s. Finn wants to eat first before training.”

Rey grinned, then glanced back into the empty room. A shroud of mystery descended. “Oh, nice. Thanks.” Poe nodded once as she hooked her lightsaber on her belt and followed him to the world outside.

Stepping out of her yellowish house and onto the matching sands of Tatooine, Rey walked through the bustling streets of Mos Eisley, full of aliens of all kinds. For the last month, she lived a peaceful life here, hoping to disconnect from the closing war with the First Order.

Once she meandered around four-legged, enormous creatures that smelled like dung, she reached Chalmun’s Cantina, where dozens of the populace welcomed her in with clapping and celebration. Finn and Poe made sure to embrace the crowd's love, but Rey simply pasted a smile to mask her bleeding heart. They ate a hearty meal in the same booth where Han Solo shot Greedo, then left. Poe headed to a nearby Resistance base, while Finn and Rey went off to train in the ways of the Force.

~~~

Thirty minutes later, Rey brought Finn to Lars Homestead, the original home of Luke Skywalker. In the last month, she used it as a place to hone her skills thanks to the strong Force energy around the igloo.

“No, try it this way,” Rey said, adjusting Finn’s stance. She placed her lightsaber on the sand. “Now, close your eyes.”

He breathed in and out, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. “All right, I’ll give it a shot.” Reaching out with his hand, he could feel a magnetic pull towards the object. “I feel it.”

“That’s the Force!” she yelped in joy, almost trying to imitate Luke when he trained her on Ahch-To. “Now, lift it up. Just a little bit.”

He obeyed. As his arm strained and trembled to channel the Force, Rey’s lightsaber began to lift slightly off the ground. As she watched his focused expression, Rey smiled. It kept rising inch by inch until Finn opened his eyes. It floated a foot from his nose.

“Yes!” Finn shouted. His arms shot up into the air. As a result, the lightsaber fell into the sand. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

“You did great,” she replied, waving him off. “Now, lift that.” She pointed to their hovering speeder.

His jaw dropped. “What? You’re joking, right?” She didn’t answer. “Right?”

She shook her head and smiled. “Just do what you just did.”

“What I just did? I lifted a lightsaber! This is . . . totally different!”

“No, it’s only different in your mind. You can do it. I know it. See? Watch me.” She reached out and began to channel the Force. It ran through her fingers, her hair, her clothes like a never-ending rush. As she started to lift the speeder higher into the crisp, vibrant blue sky, the surroundings vanished. Everything went black.

Far off in the void, she noticed a black figure. She squinted, moving closer to it. Yet, the closer she walked, the farther away it seemed. After a minute of this, Rey became frustrated. “What is this place? Who are you?” Suddenly, a familiar surge of Force energy fell upon her. She could feel his presence. Somehow. “Ben? Please, if it’s you, tell me! Show me!”

The figure, although still far away, turned around. It appeared to wear a long-sleeved black shirt and matching pants. Her heart skipped a beat and increased tempo as if in a panic attack. Was this a Force Bond?

“Rey . . .” it said. As suddenly as it happened, the figure vanished, and she was left alone once again.

“Find him, find me,” a new voice whispered. “Come and see.” It reverberated around her, growing louder in amplitude until Finn screamed into her ears.

“Rey!” Finn shouted. He shook her ruthlessly.

When she came back to reality, Rey let out a resounding cry. She was still standing where she was before. She fell to the sand, desperate to catch her breath. Her eyes watered. Her strength abandoned her. She gave in and fell to the ground. Finn caught her. “Finn, stay close to me. Please.”

He bent low and held her neck steady, holding her body in his arms much like how Ben did on Exegol. “I’m here. I won’t leave you.” She nodded and grinned. Her eyelids almost totally covered her brownish-green eyes. “Just tell me what happened.”

“Ben . . . Ben is alive. I need to find him.”

Finn’s eyes widened. Maybe she was going insane now and the PTSD was creating a slew of other mental issues. “Rey, I hate to tell you this, but Ren is gone.”

Rey looked at him, clearly in a daze. “But, but he said . . . no one’s ever really gone . . .” she murmured. “Luke wouldn’t . . . he wouldn’t lie.” And then, she succumbed to the chokehold of slumber.

~~~

Hours later, Rey awoke after noon. She found herself back in bed like before. Thankfully, they were all fresh and clean. She checked her surroundings and looked both ways before pushing the sheets away and sitting on the side of the bed. “Be with me,” she mumbled. “Be with me. Be with me.”

“Rey,” a voice spoke. Frightened, she jumped up and ignited her yellow lightsaber. A blue-tinted Force Ghost wearing tan Jedi robes stood at the other end of the room, in front of a closed window. His chin was narrow and his wavy, whitish hair reaching to the shoulders. He had a short gray beard.

“Who . . . are you?” she asked, gulping. “I’ve never seen you before.”

The figure smiled. “I am here to be with you, and to help you in the quest you are destined for. A quest you and you alone must take. My son guided you once. Now I, Anakin Skywalker, will complete your destiny. Since Palpatine’s demise, you have been split in half, but I know how to make you not only whole, but one once more.”

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shiningso1o · 4 years

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Reborn § Cal Kestis x Reader [4]

Summary: You are a Bounty Hunter, tasked with catching Cal Kestis for your boss, Sorc Tormo. However, plans change, and it's up to you and Cal to fight alongside one another. On a quest to find the sacred Jedi texts, you and the Mantis crew run into trouble—trouble by the name of the Empire.

Warnings: Mild violence, mild threat, injury

You were trapped. The situation dawned on you as fast as hyper-speed, and you peered out at the arena, and then at Cal, whose eyes locked with yours. Both of you simultaneously worried that this meant you would have to fight each other.

You snapped, and stormed into the middle of the area. Cal raised his lightsaber, but you ignored this and turned away from him. You stared up at the glass box, where Tormo watched. "You promised that I would never have to fight a target," you shouted, raising your voice as much as possible. "That was my one condition."

Tormo chuckled. "Oh, (Y/N), honey. How could you think that I would ever not stay true to my word?" He clasped his hands together and grinned. "Of course you're not fighting each other, you'll be fighting together."

Your heart dropped. All of a sudden, the lights became to bright, the screams too loud, and the air too thick.

"You lied to me, (Y/N), and you know how I feel about liars."

You questioned what he could possibly mean for a second, and then it hit you. Your heart began to race as your breathing quickened. How does he know? you thought, but you didn't have time to ponder on it any longer. The pillars began to move, and you turned to Cal desperately. His eyes showed confusion, but he remained calm. "Ok," he started. "I don't care that you got me into this mess. We have a common enemy, and a common cause-"

"Which is?"

"Staying alive." Cal switched on his weapon. You noticed that he had a few cuts and bruises. "We need to work together."

"I can handle myself, thank you," you replied. Something forced you to be stubborn, but you didn't mean what you said. You knew that you needed his help more than he needed yours.

Luckily for you, Cal was a Jedi, and Jedi were forgiving. "I know, but we don't have time to discuss it." Cal looked around at the creatures advancing towards you. He cringed as he realised what they were—Dathomirian spiders. "Follow my lead."

You huffed as Cal ran towards the spiders and began slashing them down. Turning towards another group of them, you fired your pistol. The panic in your veins caused you to miss what you would usually consider ridiculously easy shots, but after a short while it subsided into an adrenaline rush, and your aim massively improved.

Your team finished the spiders off, only coming away with a few injuries. You were barely given time to cool down before the next opposers arrived: a giant spider from Kashyyk and a Zeffoan Jotaz. Both teenagers recognised these creatures— Cal from his travels, and you from having watched these battles before (Tormo seemed to enjoy using these particular species quite frequently).

"(Y/N)," Cal shouted, but kept his eyes trained on the creatures. "Stay near me. You can shoot from afar and I'll do close-range attacks."

You stopped for a minute and tried to search your mind for something, anything to help you two out. You didn't doubt that Cal was a good fighter, but you knew that there must be an easier way. And then you found it, and mentally kicked yourself for not realising sooner. "You hold them off! I have a plan!" Cal looked confused but, having no other choice, he complied.

Cal began thrusting the Jotaz back with force pushes, then slowed the spider and quickly finished it off. After all, he had fought them many times before, and the tactical guide that BD-1 had previously provided him with helped a lot.

Meanwhile, you faced the glass box. You smiled up at Tormo. The man's eyebrows furrowed and he reluctantly smiled back in confusion. You raised your gun, and began to shoot at the glass.

The glass was relatively weak, and smashed after the first few hits. The audience erupted into bewildered chaos. You checked that Cal was okay, then aimed your gun right in the centre of Sorc Tormo's chest. You pulled the trigger, and Tormo collapsed to the floor.

Before you could allow herself to react to what you had done, you rushed to one of the doors and shot at it's control panel. It opened. Cal noticed this, and backed away from the injured Jotaz. The two of you ran through the exit, and you began to guide Cal through the ship.

Your feet pounded against the floor, echoed by footsteps and cries of people behind you. You glanced back and saw that your pursuers consisted of members of the Haxion Brood as well as a few other individual Bounty Hunters. You focused your gaze forward and tried to push the danger of the situation to the back of your mind.

You turned a sharp corner and shuffled through a small gap. Ahead of you was an exit, and you sprinted to the panel beside it. Every button you pressed failed, the door staying shut.

"I think we lost them," Cal remarked, his voice hoarse.

"Not for long." You attempted to pull the door open physically, but you weren't strong enough. "Shut up and come help me." Cal did as you said, standing behind you and digging his fingers into a small space between the door and the wall. You both pulled with all your might, and managed to hitch it open with the combined strength. As soon as it was tugged a little, it's defences gave way, and it slid open almost immediately. A blinding light shone in along with a flurry of sand, temporarily blinding you, and exposing you to the outside world. Hot sand battered you, heralded by the strong wind. Outside, a sandstorm was brewing, and you had no other option but to enter it.

You covered your face with your mask and goggles to limit the sand from invading your mouth and eyes. You caught a glimpse of Cal, who was hurriedly pulling on a poncho and masking his own face with a loose hood. Bracing yourself for the oncoming battle with the elements, you zipped your jacket up fully, then ran out into the storm.

Cal followed behind you. It was even worse with your entire bodies exposed. The wind raised up a whirlwind, pushing the teenagers to and fro. You had to strain every muscle in your bodies to stay in one direction and keep your faces protected.

What's worse, you had no idea where you were going. You were sure that the Bounty Hunters would catch up to you anytime soon. If you were still out in the open at that point, you could easily be surrounded and subsequently trapped.

You stopped and peered around, trying to find the direction of the town, where you'd be able to find cover. But the sand particles were highly concentrated, making it impossible to see. You were disoriented. You didn't know what to do.

Neither of you heard it at first. Amongst the chorus raised by the surrounding gale, it was hard to discern the sound of speeders. But soon enough, red blaster bolts cut through the dense air and smacked the ground at your feet, sending bursts of sand and chunks of rock flying. Cal noticed it first, and hastily grabbed ahold of your hand to drag you along with him.

The further you and Cal ran, the more the air began to clear. Up ahead were two large rocks. "We need to get to them," Cal yelled. He let go of your hand as you found her feet, trusting that you could keep up with him.

You two were fast, but no match for the speeders. One of them reached your side, and you seized her pistol when you spotted this. You glanced back and forth between the destination and your target as you shot. At some point, one of your blasts hit the Bounty Hunter, who swerved the speeder as she fell. It crashed and exploded, sending a gust of sand in your direction.

Eventually, you reached the rocks and hid behind one each. You poked your head out of the side to shoot at the drivers as Cal parried lasers. But you were failing; you were massively outnumbered, and your enemies were proceeding towards you at an alarming rate.

Cal decided to take a chance. He stepped out, between the two rocks. You cried out in shock, but Cal didn't let it faze him. He waited for the speeders to move closer, before he collected all of the force energy he could gather. Then, he held his hands out and pushed. Every single one of the speeders halted and reared up. They tumbled through the air before crashing to ground and burst into flames.

Cal's breathing was heavy. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. All of the energy had been sucked out of him.

You didn't know what to say. "Damn," was all you could manage. You moved towards Cal, who looked up at you, appearing more exhausted than ever. Cal certainly felt it.

There was another whir of engines from your left. You raised your gun towards it, fearing that it was another Bounty Hunter. "No," Cal whispered, raising his hand dismissively. He picked himself up from the ground and slowly limped towards the ship. "It's my crew."

Skeptically, you lowered your blaster. The yacht ship landed and it's ramp extended towards the pair. A door unlatched, and a tanned woman with short, curly hair stood at the threshold. She smiled, "come on in."

#star wars #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #gender neutral reader #cere junda #greez dritus #nightsister merrin #merrin x reader #fanfic

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clonewarsreturns · 4 years

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Death of a Master

The mission on Eadu called for a complete offensive in order to flush out the droid reserves. Matyu led the 445th across the treacherous terrain. So far there wasn’t much cause for worry but they could never be too safe. Especially when the low hanging fog made it near impossible to see the air support from above.

The canyon went on for miles which didn’t sit well with Commander Scanner. He kept an eye on the cliffs above in search of hostiles.

“Scared yet?” Matyu playfully jabbed his commander’s side resulting in a chuckle.

“Not with you around.” The Commander responded shoving back. These two had been to hell and back countless times. Their bond was something that was hard to come by.

The jovial mood was quickly halted when Matyu raised a fist in the air signaling a full stop. Scanner did as he was told but moved to question his general. He was quickly answered by an explosion just a few meters away from the battalion.

“The hell..?” Scanner muttered as he checked the cliffs for enemies. There were none in sight. Matyu’s voice answered his fears.

“Those are Republic missiles..”

“They know we’re down here, right?” Scanner eyed Matyu whose dark eyes stared inquisitively toward the gaping hole of the fragile cavern.

“It was a part of the mission briefing…” he muttered watching the ships up above. The Jedi tried to make sense of the formation when a sharp pain vibrated through the force. Matyu stumbled slightly as he reached for his forehead.

“Mat?” Scanner’s voice was a distant muffle to the Jedi who tried to gather his thoughts. His eyes darted to that of his partner whose green helmet couldn’t hide the concern on his face. Fear gripped the Jedi’s chest as he grabbed his commander’s arm.

“Run.” He mustered before a shadow loomed over the cavern above. “EVERYONE RUN!” He shouted to his troops who all obeyed. Before Scanner could ask, he felt a pressure envelop his body as Matyu extended his arms toward him. The last thing the commander saw of his General was his lips forming one last sentence before becoming engulfed in an explosion.

The force push sent Scanner flying to the crest of the cliffs above, completely knocking the air out of him. The commander struggled to stand but was able to see that he wasn’t alone. Forty of his men laid around him completely disoriented. Forty clones, but not Matyu.

“No..” he struggled to the cliff’s edge to fight his belief. The republic ships still flew overhead causing pain to grip his chest. The cavern below was gone. The blasts from the ships caused an avalanche of rocks to bury the once paved path. But scanner refused to believe. He could hear his troops call after him, telling him it wasn’t safe, but he didn’t care. His General was down there. Matyu-His Matyu- was trapped! The clone carelessly stumbled down the ravine taking little precaution. He eventually leapt down, ignoring the cracking in his knee. The commander threw off his bucket as he approached the large rubble. Feverishly, the clone dug into the rubble calling his general’s name.

He didn’t understand what happened, why did the republic ships shoot at them? Why did Matyu save him and not himself? Why couldn’t he escape the blast? All these questions caused the trooper to choke on a sob as he pushed the large boulders out of the way. He ignored his troops above trying to get his attention. All he wanted was Matyu. That was when everything froze. Scanner scrambled at the sight of bruised green skin.

“No..no..” he mumbled, uncovering his Jedi’s bloodied chest. Force he dreaded to see the face he had grown so attached to over the years. With closed eyes, he pushed the remaining rocks away and shied away at the sight. The clone gave a guttural cry that echoed throughout the shattered canyon.

Scanner stared ahead as Hops tried to give an examination in the hangar. He couldn’t understand what happened. No one could. Republic ships had fired on their own men. His own brothers had turned against them. They had killed a Jedi. The image of Matyu’s face from the rubble was forever burned in Scanner’s mind.

“Open up.” Scanner gave a startled look to Hops who placed a piece of plastic in his mouth. “You’ve bitten through your lip.” The commander couldn’t even feel the blood filling his mouth from the self inflicted wound. He was far too enveloped in his mind. The commander started to recall the mission debriefing. He knew that Taya was on the opposite side of the planet with her own set of missions. He thought he heard talk of General Lu’s battalion to the Southern Hemisphere. That just left one last general. And he just so happened to be marching through the hangar at this very moment.

In the past Scanner had no idea how Jace could’ve gone face to face with death for Taya’s spirit, but now he understood completely. The four armed Jedi whose name was disgusting to speak of was yelling at his troops when Scanner pushed past Hops. Blind rage enveloped the trooper as he marched toward the Jedi. He gripped his helmet in his hand as he shouted.

“You kriffing treacherous son of a-“ in blinding speed, General Krell had hoisted the commander in the air by his throat. Scanner choked on a gasp causing his heart to pound.

“You dare speak to your superior that way?” The Jedi growled squeezing Scanner’s throat. The clone tried desperately to fight it but the pain was too much to bear. Any moment now he felt like his neck was about to snap in two. “Any clone that does not respect authority is not a use to the republic.” Krell shook the commander harshly as if to keep him awake. He unsheathed his lightsaber and ignited it.

Hops was completely frozen in fear, as was every other clone in the hangar. The sounds of Scanner’s choking and Krell’s saber were the only noises in the hangar. Hop’s heart pounded in his chest. Force, someone had to do something. Anything!

Krell raised the saber backward when Hops lunged forward.

“WAIT!” He cries causing the Jedi to pause. He still held Scanner tight in his grip as he looked to the silver haired medic. “P-Please.. He’s in shock-I’m-I’m his medical officer.” Hops held his arms up as if he was surrendering.

“That’s no excuse for disobedience.” Krell replied, eyes locked on Scanner’s fading features.

“Y-Yessir. But you see, he’s the commanding officer of the 445th. He’s very crucial to the battalion’s success rates!” It made Hops sick to his stomach having to barter for his brother’s life- to a Jedi no less! He could tell Krell was biding his time in hopes that strangling would be enough. “Please.. General Natali is in transit and will combine our units.. she needs him.” Hops counted to himself every passing second that Scanner remained limp. Fearing the consequence of any further delay. Without any warning, Krell threw Scanner’s limp body to Hops’ feet and continued on his way.

“Never, expect this mercy again, clone.” His words sent a chill down every clone in the hangar as they dropped what they were doing and surrounded Hops. The shaking medic had removed his brother’s chest piece and was desperately looking for a pulse.

“G-Get me a gurney and emergency oxygen.” He ordered as Scanner’s chest jolted from agonal breaths. Hops had seen the most horrific things in the field, but not even Taya’s incident could compare to the utter terror he felt in this moment. Even now as he worked to save his brother’s life, he couldn’t bear to think what was going to happen had he not intervened.

---Across the Stars---

Taya felt it immediately.They were fortunate to be at the end of their attack and were just tracking down scraps of enemies. She was in the middle of battle when she felt her master-no-her father fall. Jace saw her freeze on the field and was quick to her side. Her crystal blue eyes were pale with fear. But she couldn’t say why. Not now.

His Jedi continued like this as the battle came to an end.

He was grateful to be just by her side on the venator when Taya suddenly collapsed against the wall. The clone guided her slowly to the floor in order to keep from injury. All she could do was cry. It pained him to see her like this but he knew it was important to get her to her room. Jace waved off curious troopers who quickly obeyed. After a couple minutes of coaxing, he was able to get Taya to her feet. She leaned heavily against him, barely holding herself up. He was grateful her quarters were nearby and quickly punched in the code.

The two laid in silence for what felt like hours. Jace thumbed the mirialan’s arm as he held her close. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain away and face it alone. He knew that the grief he felt for their fallen friend was no where near the amount Taya had in that moment. Years of love gone in an instant, and there was nothing they could do.

Suddenly, Taya broke the silence.

“I never told you how we met..” Jace perked up at the broken voice. It took him a moment to realize that it was true. He had always assumed that Matyu had just chosen Taya like any other Jedi did so he never thought to ask. He moved his hand to her purple hair as a signal for her to continue. She took a deep breath.

“I had just gotten my Kyber crystal.. it was a whole excursion that my class took to a far away planet. I was so excited, Jace.. it was so magical.. so excited that I didn’t even notice the Consular leaving the compartment of the transport. I was playing with my hilt when the ship suddenly jolted. My classmates started chattering but the protocol droid told us to remain calm..that was when the Consular fell through the doorway with holes in his chest.” Jace’s eyes searched the back of Taya’s head trying to get a hint of her expression.

“Bounty hunters?” He asked already knowing the answer. Really he did this just to take some of the weight off of his love. Taya nodded as she rolled over and faced him. Tears stained the diamonds on her cheeks.

“Pirates..they killed the droid and took the ship… none of us knew what to do…” he could tell it was difficult for her recalling the memory. Jace pushed the stray hair out of her eyes as she shut them tight. “Th-They took the ship to..tatooine.. some of my friends tried to fight but were killed…they made us watch..” it pained Jace to watch her struggle, he wanted to stop the story but he knew it was pointless to do so. For all he knew this was the first time she told anyone. He was sure that was true. The captain found her hands and held them in his. “W..we were put in c-cages… and auctioned off…one by one… I was last..I screamed so much for my friends that the pirates kept h-hurting me…” tears threatened Jace’s eyes hearing her voice crack on the words. He held them back in order to stay strong. “A...A man..came to my cage… he wanted to know what I..looked like….” Rage boiled in the clone’s heart at the words. He knew what she meant and dreaded to hear more. The entire story she had spent retelling with scattered eyes but now they were locked onto his. “That was when Matyu came. I had been knocked out from fighting back. Even when I came to, I was too scared to move. I could hear blasters and screaming. But when it stopped he came to me. I’ll never forget his kind eyes..he looked like an angel…” relief overcame the clone as his love continued. “He picked me up and carried me out of there. He tried to keep me from seeing the bodies but it was okay. I needed to see them.” Taya gave a tearful laugh.

“I-I was too scared to let go of him that he had to fly to Coruscant with me clinging to him..” Jace chuckled at the thought as he thumbed her hands in his. “It..didn’t take long for the council to realize I was muted by the experience. Matyu without hesitation took me in. The council fought against it but he insisted.”

“Do you remember what your first words to him were?” Taya smiled at Jace’s question. She sniffled before answering.

“I think..it was ‘milk’?” the two chuckled at the thought. “It took awhile but eventually he got me to speak when he just spoke to himself about getting drinks.”

“I’m sure you scared him so kriffing bad.”

“Yes! He jumped so hard! I also learned what ‘Kriff’ meant that day!” Taya’s laughter continued but slowly devolved into sorrowful tears. Jace pulled her in close, letting her tears soak into his blacks. He rubbed her back as he started to sing a soft tune.

#cwAcrossthestars #Clone wars #Star Wars OCs #clone troopers #tcw #Matyu salar #Taya Natali #Captain Jace #Commander Scanner #Hops #my ocs

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greenygreenland · 4 years

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Wannabe Chapter 5: Star Wars x Reader

-pt five of this ongoing series! -pt 1 '𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, '𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆.' -𝗨𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝗫 𝗔𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝘀

The rest of the flight was spent in a tense silence. When the skyscrapers of Coruscant came into view, a sense of dread settled in (Y/n)'s stomach. Something bad was going to happen, but to who and why?

Nothing seemed to add up no matter what she theorised and thought. Not only that, but as she exited the ship with Nala Se and Fives in tow, she thought she might've passed out. "You look sick." Shaak said. (Y/n) swallowed a lump in her throat and continued onward into the medical facility. "The evidence can wait if you do not feel well, (Y/n)."

"The med bay can wait. This...is far more important."

They entered a circular room where only a single light shone in the centre. It illuminated the one figure (Y/n) did not wish to ever see again: The Chancellor. He smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes as he greeted Shaak and (Y/n). For a moment, it was as if he were looking at prey. His eyes seemed to shine with an amber-y red while his lips curled into a scowl.

Shaak briefly explained the situation, every now and then motioning to Nala Se or (Y/n).

"I trust you've kept this matter extremely confidential." the Chancellor said. (Y/n) wanted to laugh. She had in fact not kept it 'extremely confidential'. Every bit of information she knew sat in a little box in her closet on the planet called Kamino. "Of course Chancellor." Shaak replied.

He offered another plastoid smile and folded his hands together. "Ah, good." He kept a trained eye on Fives. "So this is the clone that has caused so much alarm." His personal guard hauled Fives onto a table that stood horizontally. "No," Fives groaned, "you've drugged me. She..."

The Chancellor held out his hands as if to soothe him. "There, there soldier, don't strain yourself." He motioned to his guard as (Y/n) subtly glared at him. "Let him down." The restraints receded back into the table. Fives cautiously stepped down and rubbed at his sore neck. He looked almost sober, but the way he fought to stay on his feet said otherwise. "Now soldier," the Chancellor said, "what brings you before me?"

"The chips, sir." Fives firmly answered. The Chancellor raised a brow. "Chips?" Shaak took a step forward and held out the transparisteel slides. "These were removed from both clone troopers. Clone trooper Fives and Padawan (L/n) claims they are the cause of the problem." The Chancellor gladly took the slides from Shaak. For a split second, (Y/n) could have sworn she saw him sneer. "Those are inhibitor chips." Nala Se said. "Which are placed in clones to make them less aggressive and more compliant to orders. I've tried to explain to this clone that they are placed in him for his own good, but he removed his chip nonetheless."

There was a spike of anger in Fives's aura. "Our 'own good'?" he demanded. "This thing they put in us malfunctioned in clone trooper Tup. I removed his and analysed it; there were signs of rapid decay." (Y/n) placed a hand to her head to soothe an incoming headache. "I agree with Fives." (Y/n) slowly piped up. "We cannot rely on faulty technology."

She knew she was fighting a force to be reckoned with. It may not have been smart to push the Chancellor's buttons, but she couldn't stand around and silently accept a fate where every clone had a malfunctioning chip. The Chancellor folded his hands, a look of false concern plastering on his face. As he paced and acted like he actually cared about the chips, he said, "And we're positive this has nothing to do with a virus?"

"No." answered Nala Se. "We still do not know for sure what caused clone trooper Tup to kill. We only know that his chip failed and now this clone has removed his own chip, which makes him a risk to himself and others." (Y/n) had to remind herself that she was a Jedi. "Fives is not a risk." she flatly said. "You simply cannot make assumptions based on information you yourself do not know to fully be true."

The Chancellor worriedly looked between Fives and (Y/n). "Sir," Fives said, "they're covering something up, I know it. If it's not them, it's a Separatist plot. They used this chip against us to make us more violent than less. That's why Tup killed General Tiplar." Fives wasn't telling the Chancellor what happened anymore, he was asking him to open his eyes and understand what others could not. He was desperate."

A Separatist plot from before the war even started? That seems unlikely. Don't you agree Master Shaak Ti, Padawan (Y/n) (L/n)?" Shaak Ti placed a hand to her chin in thought. "It does Chancellor. It seems very unlikely."

"And what if it isn't?" (Y/n) inquired, knitting her brows together in frustration. She didn't feel sick anymore, nor did her shoulders feel heavy. Everything was clear now, she had the Force was guiding her. "In war, there are no winners or losers, only survivors. We cannot take a leap of faith and hope that this is a virus rather than a plot to, say, kill all the Jedi." That seemed to tick off the Chancellor. His nostrils flared and for a moment, (Y/n) thought he'd order his guard to arrest her.

"That is impossible." Nala Se interjected. "What we have here is a simple malfunction to a clone's inhibitor chip caused by the virus, Separatist plot or not." The Chancellor composed himself and took place of a mediator. "Perhaps it would be best if clone trooper Fives and Padawan (L/n) discuss this without your presence." Shaak Ti knitted her brows together and placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Chancellor, I must object. (Y/n) is not well and is in much need of rest."

"Please, Master Jedi." the Chancellor insisted. "We will be done before you know it. I want this soldier and Padawan here to feel they have a fair say in the matter." Shaak looked down at (Y/n) and gave her shoulder a good squeeze. "Once this is over, do you want to talk about anything?" she quietly inquired. (Y/n) pursed her lips together before nodding. "Yes. I do."

And so Shaak Ti exited the room with Nala Se in tow, leaving both (Y/n) and Fives to face the Chancellor alone."Now," the Chancellor said, "where were we?" An unsettling grin rested on his lips. (Y/n) inched towards Fives's side and closer to the nearest exit. His lips suddenly moved, but it was as if (Y/n) were stuck under a churning sea again. The waves lashed and pulled her under the bubbling blue before regurgitating her back on the shore.

"Execute them."

The Chancellor's confession finally settled into her bones. (Y/n)'s hand landed on her lightsaber as Fives tackled the Chancellor to the ground. "Let me go!" he cried. (Y/n) focused on the Force. With a wave of her hand, she pushed the guards into a pile against the wall. As Fives snatched a blaster off the ground, (Y/n) ignited her lightsaber. A sudden thought crossed her mind.

If I kill him now, the war will be over.

Her grip tightened around her lightsaber.

I can kill him now.

(Y/n)'s knuckles turned white.

I can kill him now.

She couldn't. It wasn't the Jedi way. With a loud whoosh, the doors slid open. No words were exchanged as Fives seized (Y/n) by the wrist and took off down the hall. He pushed past a few guards and continued pulling (Y/n) along with him. She deactivated her lightsaber, clipping it safely on her belt.

"They tried to kill me!" the Chancellor shouted.

The duo elected to ignore the shouts of 'stop!' from behind. Nothing else mattered besides getting the heck out of the facility. (Y/n) spotted staircase that seemed to go on for miles. If this weren't such a serious situation, she would have smiled. "Don't scream." (Y/n) threw out her hands, running down the staircase as Fives free falled. With the help of the Force, he landed safely. (Y/n) jumped down, landing by his side. "Just like Skywalker." he grumbled. "Come on!"

(Y/n) sensed her master on her tail as they plowed through medic workers and protocol droids. "Close the blast doors!" Shaak shouted. (Y/n) picked up her feet faster than she had ever done in her life. Fives followed her example, speeding ahead until he hopped through the closing doors.

"Come on!" She was almost there.One step, two steps, three...Just one more...She hopped through the blast doors, rolling to save herself from a terrible fall. They continued down the front steps, this time towards the glowing sights of Coruscant, where trouble would inevitably await.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars x reader #star wars the clone wars x reader #reader insert #xreader #clone trooper fives

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monikafilefan · 4 years

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Mulder teaches Scully to ride a bike (or Scully teaches Mulder)

This was so fun to write and I’m happy I was finally able to break through my writers block with this gem. I hope you like my attempt at humor!

Tagging @today-in-fic

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“Mulder, I think I’ve changed my mind.”

“But you haven’t even tried it yet,” he states the obvious as her hands unclench the handlebars. His supportive grip slips away from the curve of her waist and he can’t hide his disappointment.

He watches her suck her plump bottom lip between her teeth and shuffle away from the wheel. She’s nervous, he notices now, and can’t fight off the instant surge of affection for his strong and fearless partner.

“Come on, Scully, I promise I’ll be right here to catch you,” he assures with a smirk.

She scoffs with fists on her hips and glares up at him through the gleaming summer sun. She’s wearing an old Bureau tee that accentuates her fit, sinewy frame and her jaw-length russet hair is pulled back in a low pony, punctuating the seriousness of this moment for her. She’s prepared - and though Mulder will never admit it aloud - he finds it utterly adorable.

“I’m not incapable, you know. I just… have trouble getting started once I’m seated is all.”

The playful stakeout conversation of childhood quirks leading up to this event was one that had both shocked and tickled Mulder. Learning that her rainbow tasseled bike with the banana seat and training wheels still attached was the last one she’d ever ridden, had him promptly tucking that golden nugget of information away for a perfect day such as this.

He nods with hands up, surrendering to her annoyance. “I have never once thought of you as incapable, Scully. Quite the opposite, in fact,” he confesses and feels the truth of his words coloring his golden skin.

“Well, that’s comforting, I suppose,” she says softly, arching a brow while allowing one of her rare, toothy smiles of appreciation for him to light up her sun-kissed face. “I have been known to save your ass on occasion throughout the last six years.”

“You won’t hear me disputing that fact, partner. I’d shout it throughout the bullpen if I thought anyone would care enough to listen to what ole Spooky had to say.” He watches her flush and turn her face into the breeze to calm it. If Mulder were bold enough, reckless, he might just lean down and press a kiss to each bronze-colored freckle peppering the apples of her cheeks. “It’s just that tomboy Dana Scully not being able to ride a bike seems like such a shame.”

“Mulder…” she huffs, facing him curiously. “I’ve never told you I was a tomboy growing up.”

Logically, Mulder already knows why she hasn’t mentioned this fun fact about herself. One, they only share personal details of their past when confronted head on. For self-preservation, most likely. To keep the professional status quo when their deeper feelings begin to bubble too close to the surface.

At least that’s what he does.

Two, he finally understands that even a strong, serious woman who chooses to fight ferociously as an equal among peers in a male dominated profession, might also want to be seen as feminine as possible when more personal opportunities present themselves.

“No,” he agrees, “you haven’t.”

“My mother.” Her statement is one of realization for Scully. He can tell she doesn’t know what reflective moment spurred on by tragedy in which her mother may have divulged childhood details to him, but the wistful look on her face leads him to believe she’s silently grateful for it. “Okay, then. Show me how it’s done, Yoda.”

He chuckles. “Oh, Scully, you hit me with a Star Wars reference and I’ll do just about anything for you.” Something flickers in her gaze that sends heat churning in his gut. He clears his throat as she runs the tip of her tongue across her rosebud lips and adds, “but Star Trek is more up my alley.”

“I’ll write that down for next time.”

Mulder waves her closer and nudges her hip playfully. “Come young Jedi, there is much to learn, there is.”

Scully grins, rolling her eyes and urges him on. He straddles the center bar of his old mountain bicycle he’s had in storage for nearly seven years, and pops the kick stand. With one sneaker on the pedal and the other pushing off the paved bike path, Mulder’s long legs whirl in a tight circle.

And he’d be lying to himself if his ego weren’t beginning to take over and push him to impress the woman he loves.

“See, you just shift your weight like this...” he hollers over his shoulder and pumps his legs harder with a sway of his hips, watching Scully in the distance as she points at something ahead of him. “...and then keep your balance as you—ah, oh shi—”

His words are cut off with a sudden jolt thrusting him toward the front wheel wedged within a pothole, handlebars twisting inward. Before he can catch his balance, his knees buckle, careening his hips down to connect with the only thing separating him from the pavement: the metal bar jutting out between his legs.

His crotch connects with force, sending a full 176lbs of meat, muscle, and bone down on his manhood.

“Mulder!”

Searing pain shoots up through his balls and into his groin. “Ah, fuck!”

His vision swims with burning tears as he slumps forward, breathless. He tentatively raises himself off the offending bar and appropriately crumples into the grass with a whimper.

He barely registers the clang of metal and aluminum hitting the hot pavement.

“Mulder,” Scully breathes out next to him. She’s here; touching him, soothing his pride. She caresses his cheek with what he’s deciphered over the years as sympathy as she needlessly asks, “Oh, Mulder, you took a bar to the groin, didn’t you?”

His gut clenches as a wave of nausea washes over him like a tidal wave in response.

Mulder swings his head away from his partner’s crouch to gag and spit pathetically on a nearby ant hill. Scully has shot him; seen his body and mind exposed; watched him bleed; held him as he cried; talked him out of shooting himself with holes in his head; and had taken vigil at his hospital bed too many times to count. But she has not and will not witness him lose what’s left of his breakfast all over her pristinely white Keds as he writhes in the dirt.

“Just take a deep breath for me,” she encourages. “That’s it.”

He groans deeply after swallowing back the precursor for puke. Carefully cupping his balls and penis, making sure the three important things currently thrumming with pain are still whole and intact between his thighs, he croaks, “I think broke my… my lightsaber.”

He hears her huff out a laugh and cluck her tongue. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Mulder.”

“Maybe we’re better off if you teach me how to ride the Scully way,” he jests, meeting her soft, baby blue gaze as she hovers above. “I think we work best together that way, don’t you?”

She shrugs. “Oh I don’t know, Mulder.” Her warm hand slides around the back of his neck and helps pull him up to his knees. “I kind of like the way you ride, too.”

Mulder winces with a hand still awkwardly soothing the pang in his balls and his stomach roils. “Ugh…”

“Okay, let me take a look.” He gives her bug-eyed expression. She seems to wrestle with a decision in her mind and then gives him a determined nod. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Wh-why? They're still there. Trust me, I feel them.”

She sighs and knee walks around to face him. He’s hunching slightly on his knees, gripping both his crotch and his waist in intermittent agony.

Scully gives his arm a sympathetic squeeze. “It’s rare, but if you have serious damage to your testicals or penis, then I’ll be taking you to the hospital instead of home.”

“Sonofabitch.” His face flushes with embarrassment. He cannot believe his attempt to do something remotely sweet for his best friend will end with him icing his nuts on his couch alone tonight.

“Come on, just a peek,” she smirks, and he can’t help but grin in return. If he has to endure a shot to the boys in order for her to offer up her own innuendo, he’ll gladly take it every time.

With no one else around, Mulder reluctantly nods and slowly removes his hand, gesturing that it’s okay for her to slip into doctor mode.

Her slender fingers curl around the elastic, tickling the fine hair line above his groin, and helps him shuck down the front of his boxer briefs.

A cool, gentle breeze sweeps across his genitals and he hisses at the exposure. He looks down to see Scully’s red head poised just inches above his dick. Suddenly, a thought he’s completely neglected to consider during his bout of pain slams into him. Her proximity alone can make him hard. And this… this will be bad.

“Sc-Scully?” he rasps, feeling himself twitch to life. “Um—”

“—are they usually… uh, are you usually this… engorged during activity, Mulder?” Her voice is thick, honeyed, and it sends a tsunami of blood rushing downward.

“What?” You… well I’m not sure,” he shrugs, desperately attempting to think of anything that will salve off the rapid growth of an erection.

A puff of warm breath blows across the swell of him and fingernails gently scrape at his thigh.

Frohike. Skinner in a skirt. Byers wearing an apron…

When her soft fingertips graze the underside of his swelling cock, it’s too late. Mulder’s harder than he’s ever been, and the pain in his balls now is instantly gone.

The pain is gone.

“You’re fine.” Scully clears her throat, rocks up to her feet and quickly motions for him to pull up his shorts. He obeys, dumbstruck and too aroused to speak.

Risking a glance, Mulder notices that her once sun-kissed cheeks are now tomato red, and her sweat dappled chest is heaving.

“Thanks…” He stands, chagrined at the large bulge protruding proudly through his shorts. He mumbles, “I appreciate it.”

“Well,” Scully starts with a smile pulling at her mouth, “don’t say I never did anything for ya.”

“You… you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

She picks up the bike and wheels it over, grinning. “I am a doctor, Mulder. I was just hoping it would work, you know with me being… well me,” she says shyly, attempting to mask her uncertainty of his physical attraction for her.

“Of course it worked. In fact, you work far too well far too often if you must know.”

Their eyes dance coyly together in the sunlight. Something new and simmering passes between them. Another golden nugget of intimacy to save for later.

“So...” She breaks the gaze and swings a leg over the bicycle seat. “Am I riding this death trap back to the car, or are you?”

Mulder laughs, slipping his hands back around the dip in her waist, fingers grasping at the velvet skin peeking out beneath her shirt, and leans in close.

“Teach you, I will.”

“Don’t push it, Yoda,” she tosses back with a smirk. “I’d much rather have my partner teach me to ride the Spooky way. Lightsaber and all.”

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#msr fanfic #humor i think #UST #thoughtful Mulder #Scully has tricks

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horrorgay · 4 years

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Sequel Rewrite [Part 1/?] | Episode VII: The Lost Hope

Prologue: Battle of Starkiller

Written with @doc-aphra | You can read it on Ao3 as well.

Reblogs/comments are appreciated, but not necessary.

Note: If the Finn, Rey and Kylo’s battle in the forest of Starkiller had gone a little differently… a smidge more brutal, and allowing more Finn “screen time”.

The bone chilling wind had died down somewhat since the last time they were outside, but the arctic cold still bites against any exposed skin, and snowflakes have started to flurry from the sky, sticking to their hair and melting while they’re still able to hold onto body heat. Finn looked to Rey, shoulders heaving up and down, all the anger he’s kept pent up rising like a geothermal vent about to blow, and she could see the blue glint of the Skywalker saber in his eyes.

Finn, though he’s memorized so many things while in the Stormtrooper Corps, never got a chance to memorize the surface topography of Starkiller, and as a consequence, Kylo’s managed to back them into a butte neither of them had seen coming. The rock walls shoot straight up into the sky, but the forest had shielded the permafrosted butte from view until it was too late. Rey could scale the surface, she had enough practice climbing the fallen star destroyers to do it, but Finn… It’s far too late now, to see if Finn has climbing experience, Kylo’s plumed white breath visible from only a few feet away. She would not abandon her friend.

The thought of escape vanishes in almost an instant anyways, as Kylo’s face appears behind the fog of his breath, and almost like she’s shifted into an entirely different gear, she wants to do something to Kylo Ren. Finn could feel a new animosity at his side, and spares a glance at Rey to see that she too is fuming. His grip tightened on the blaster.

They’ll do this together, or certainly die trying.

Kylo Ren stood before them, laboriously breathing, damn near gulping in and seething out cold bursts of air. His face bore the wound Rey had given him, and his shoulder wound, twinned with Finn’s, give evidence to two too many failures in the fight already. Kylo Ren was furious. “That saber. It belongs to me,” he panted at the duo. “To my grandfather.”

“Like hell it does,” Finn shouted back, his blaster and its energy bayonet raised in a defensive position. “We’re taking it back to the Skywalkers. And we’re gonna find Luke. The whole First Order dies. And you with it.”

His attention previously directed at Rey, he pivots to face Finn. The rage of the turbulent red blade gleamed in the dark apprentice’s eyes. Snowflakes fell into the blade periodically, the sizzle ticking away the seconds before anyone made a move. Finn’s right foot swept over the snow as he planted his stance firmly, the crackling of his bayonet mirroring the noise of Kylo Ren’s blade.

Finn wanted to kill him in that moment with only a few but precise brutal blows, but he knew Rey had acid to spit at Kylo. The almost overpowering and fresh memory of Han Solo standing on the bridge, going limp and disappearing into nothing is echoing in all their heads. She responded to the patricidal brute’s demand herself, “You’ve taken enough from the Skywalkers. From the galaxy. It ends here, Ren. I won’t let you take anything else.”

Kylo Ren’s lips curled open, animalistic in nature, as if to speak, but he instead lunged forward at Finn, an arm outstretched to hold Rey back with the Force. Like in the forest on Takodana, she tried to move even a centimeter, but now she was tied down to nothing but air.

Finn narrowly managed to sidestep a heavy overhead strike from Kylo’s lightsaber. He wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to catch the blow, as he brought up the bayonet, forcing his former superior into a contest of strength, one Finn was sure he could win against his opponent. Pressing the block, he managed to drive the competing blades higher, and stuck the still lit bayonet between two of Kylo Ren’s ribs. Panting through the cold and adrenaline, he taunted, “All those fancy lessons from Snoke, and you’re still weak enough to get beaten by one of your own common troops. How does it feel, Ren?”

Now the darksider had become incensed, howling from pain and wrath, as he attempted another blow on the traitor before him. Finn barely managed to block it, but he could feel in the ensuing clash that Ren was greatly weakened by the wound he had just inflicted.

Rey took the opportunity, Kylo distracted from his vise-grip of the Force around her. Teeth bared, she made a diagonal overheard slash at Kylo Ren with both her hands on the hilt. She held nothing back and a guttural scream ripped from her as the blade came down over his back.

“You can’t win this,” Kylo Ren said as he spun in time to parry the attack, but the over embellished move left an opening for Finn, who stabbed his bayonet blade deep into his back.

Rey forces Ren’s blade into the snow with brute force, adrenaline, and fury, the periphery of her vision tinged with red. Growling, she slid her own blade up the crimson one, over the crossguard, and clean through Kylo Ren’s forearm, severing his limb and deactivating the crackling blade as the hilt falls uselessly into the snow.

The two fall to their knees, Ren clutching his cauterized arm, and Rey on the verge of tears, heaving. Ren collapsed backwards into a pile of black robe and bloody flesh, shrieking loudly as darkness engulfed his vision. With his last act of consciousness, he flung his blade through the air with the force, and it twisted through the air. Finn couldn’t dodge the unpredictable movement in time, and the saber grazed into Finn’s back, one spin of the blade bringing it parallel to his spine. It careened towards Rey as well, and she barely tore her eyes off Finn in time to see it coming towards her, Kylo’s darkened expression behind the saber blurred by tears and snow. The blade cuts into her shoulder blade and arm, and it hurts. She collapsed further, onto all fours, thinking faintly about how to parry the next blow when the saber deactivates a second time, dropping into the snow.

Rey could have sworn she heard a dying whisper, but it was almost too faint over the sound of the blood pumping in her head.

“Thank you…”

Finn couldn’t move but he could feel the wound, already cauterized, pulsing on his back. He had no plans to die on the same planet that had already stolen everything from him, but there was no way off the sorry heap of rock and ice. Judging from the now eerie silence of the snow-covered woods, Kylo was dead. A muffled sob broke through the quiet. “Rey…”

“Finn!” Stumbling over to him, she was at his side in an instant, crashing down to the ground next to him. The tears were freezing onto her cheeks. “Finn, are you okay?”

Finn opened his eyes slightly and grimaced- breathing was a painful labor. “He was wrong, Rey. The Resistance wins. We did our job. This isn’t how I wanted it to end, but I’m okay. I’m glad we get to take that sorry sack of bantha dung with us. I’m just sorry for you, Rey.”

Rey, by then, was openly sobbing raw cries of pain. She inhaled sharply to pull herself together. “No, no, I. I’m okay with this. I’m okay with dying with my friend, Finn.” She moved her hand to his and locked their fingers together, pressing her forehead to his chest “We won, you’re right.”

Then came a loud click as a wall of light engulfed them. The sound of a roaring engine. A Wookiee roar. Relief washed over Rey. “Finn, we’re saved.” Her whisper is reverent, nearly inaudible over the sound of the ship.

His head lolled to one side, his smile weak.

The Falcon hovered near them, kicking up drifts of snow and banishing them farther into the trees. Chewbacca jumped off the ramp and sprinted to the them, scooping Finn into his arms. Rey scrambled behind them, climbing into the ship. Numbly, she and Chewie prepare for immediate take off, away from the imploding world. Miles into the atmosphere, Poe was giving everything he had into making sure the Order would have no more super weapons. The ramp was closing, leaving all their terror behind. She didn’t spare a glance back to the murderer in the snow.

#sequel trilogy rewrite #rebelfinn #rey #anti reylo #star wars #fix it fic #mine #finnpoe #finnrey #reyfinnpoe #kylo ren #the lost hope #poe dameron

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belanekra · 4 years

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That one where Padmé is a sith lady and that makes all the difference:

Previously:

She finds him in a garden at the Jedi Temple just before dusk, two days after she commanded the execution of Order 66. She can tell by the look on his face and the set of his shoulders that he’s already been inside. All of the bodies have been removed and properly cremated, but there hasn’t been time for a full clean-up. She knows the hallways of the Temple are still littered with smears of blood and the scorched rubble left behind by blaster fire.

The area is completely deserted; the only two lifeforms around are herself and the man collapsed on a set of steps like a puppet with its strings cut. He doesn’t look up as she approaches, but the subtle way his body twitches as she gets closer indicates his awareness of her presence. She halts a few feet in front of him, skirt swishing against the ground as she stops. They remain like that – she, calmly standing before him, gaze sweeping over his dirty robes and soot-stained auburn hair, and he, slumped on the concrete steps, eyes locked dazedly on the ground – for a few aching moments.

“Obi-Wan,” she finally says when it becomes clear that he is not going to be the first one to speak.

“Padmé,” he spits out. He at last tears his eyes from the ground to look up at her, avoid her eyes, as he asks, voice harsher than she’s ever heard it before, “Or is it Empress Amidala now?”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighs out his name, the way a mother would address a child who was being particularly difficult. “Please don’t –”

“Stop saying that!” he shouts, cutting her off. “Stop saying my name like we’re friends!”

“We are friends,” she reminds him, gently.

“You’re a Sith, Padmé!” he scoffs and jolts to his feet, lurching toward her. Though she does not step back, knowing better than to show any weakness by giving ground, she cannot stop her hand from twitching toward her waist, where her lightsaber is concealed beneath her cloak.

His eyes do not miss the motion and all the fight seems to drain out of him, abruptly. The brief bout of anger is gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but weariness and sorrow. He staggers back and falls once again onto the steps.

“How could you?” he whispers, “Padmé, how could you?”

There are a thousand different things she could offer in response, explanations and justifications, lies and appeasements. But the only thing she says is, “Because I had to.”

It’s not enough. “Why?” Obi-Wan cries. Tears are slipping down his checks now, making twin tracks through the dirt and grime. His despair is palpable in the Force; she can feel it radiating from him. She has her own emotions locked down tightly behind her mental shields. One of them has to remain calm.

Slowly, she moves forward and lowers herself to sit on the steps beside him. While he flinches slightly as she reaches out to cover his hand with her own, he doesn’t move away from her. He still won’t meet her eyes, but that doesn’t surprise her. When the truth had come out between her and Anakin, she had stopped concealing her eyes in front of him. He’d spent the first few days unable to look into them for more than a few moments at a time. She has to admit, even she’s still occasionally unsettled by their eerie yellow glow.

They sit quietly for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, both longing for the days when words and affection alike had flown easily between them. Finally, she knows they can prolong this moment of fleeting tranquility no longer.

“I am your friend,” she reasserts, squeezing his hand. She counts it as a small victory that he does not outwardly protest it this time, though inside he must still have his doubts.

“I know that you don’t understand,” she tells Obi-Wan, voice a soothing hum. “I know that you’re scared and confused, and you feel betrayed. I could promise you that I’m not evil and I haven’t gone insane, that I am still the same woman you have called friend for years now, but I don’t know if you would believe me.”

He doesn’t deny it, and she smiles at him, sad but unsurprised. She had known before she’d come here that pacifying Obi-Wan would be no easy task. That was why she’d left Anakin at home, even though he was anxious to make sure his former Master was safe and unharmed.

She can feel that his anger and fear have abated. He is terribly sad, so very lost and unsure. Sensing his weakness, she allows hope to bubble up inside her, hope that she still has a chance to sway him to her side, that she will not lose yet another of her friends to their own stubborn refusal to yield.

Resolve strengthening, she rises gracefully to her feet and turns to look down at him. “Come home with me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she implores, holding out her hand. “Let my husband treat your injuries, meet my newborn children. And let me prove to you that our friendship has not been a lie.”

He slowly lifts his eyes to meet hers, gazing into the tangible truth of her nature for the first time. After a long moment, he looks down at her deceptively small and gentle hand. It trembles ever so slightly as, heart pounding fiercely in her chest and longing a sickening twist in her stomach, she waits to see if he will take it.

What happens next:

Padmé is unsurprised to find Anakin pacing furiously just inside the door to their apartment when she returns. As she unlocks the door and enters, Anakin looks up and meets her eyes desperately. “Padmé!” he shouts, “Are you okay? Is Obi-Wan okay? Where –” He cuts off as he notices the hunched form of his Jedi master shuffling into the apartment behind Padmé. “Obi-Wan!”

“He’s alright, Ani,” Padmé says gently. “He’s just in shock. Why don’t you get him a glass of water?”

As Anakin hurries off to the kitchen to do just that, Padmé leads Obi-Wan over to the couch. He’s disconcertingly quiet, has been the whole way back from the Jedi temple. As soon as he took Padmé’s hand, he stopped talking, stopped projecting in the Force. He’s quiet now, inside and out, and Padmé’s honestly a little worried she might have permanently broken him.

Anakin rushes back into the room with a glass of water. He passes it to Obi-Wan, who clutches it between his fingers like a life line. Anakin resumes his frantic pacing, back and forth in front of his former Master. Obi-Wan resumes his empty staring, slumped in the corner of the couch.

Padmé leans against the wall separating the living space from the entry way, watching her husband and her friend, trying to think of what to do next. Getting Obi-Wan to the apartment without bloodshed was a good first step, but keeping him here might be harder. Luckily, she has a plan.

First, she has to deal with her anxious husband. His slightly hysterical pacing is doing nothing to bring down the tension in the room. “Anakin,” she says, “Where are the babies?”

He turns to her. “Sleeping. In the bedroom. With C-3PO and R2.”

Internally, she snorts. He left their newborn children with a high-strung protocol droid and a belligerent astromech. Of course, he did. This man she loves, honestly.

“Why don’t you go get them?” she suggests. “Obi-Wan should meet his niece and nephew, don’t you think?”

Anakin brightens immediately, stormy emotions buried under a wave of love: for her, for their babies, for the Jedi on the couch who is like a brother to him. The smothering tension in the room finally abates a smidge as Anakin bounds off toward the bedroom to gather the children.

Padmé makes her way over to the couch and settles down beside Obi-Wan, gently nudging the hand holding the glass of water. “Drink, Obi-Wan,” she encourages. After he’s drained the glass, Padmé takes it from him and sets it down on the coffee table. Then she grasps his hand in hers, running her thumb soothingly over the back of his hand.

She starts gently gathering up the psychic impression of love that Anakin has left in the room and nudging it toward Obi-Wan in the Force, trying to draw him out of his shell. It works, more or less, and by the time Anakin comes back in, holding an infant in each arm, Obi-Wan is the most present he’s been since she first confronted him at the Jedi temple.

“Master,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan winces, and so does Padmé. Maybe not the best word choice there Ani, she thinks. She’s really going to have to give Anakin some lessons in tact before they commence her take over of the galaxy.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin amends. “I’d like you to meet my children. This is Luke. And this is Leia,” he says, placing the children in Obi-Wan’s arms. Obi-Wan stares down at the slowly waking babies in his arms. His grief and pain are still bright and present in the Force, but underneath it, just as she expected, she can feel his resistance breaking down. She can feel a shining spark of love slowly growing, and for the first time all night, she allows herself to feel something she thought she’d given up on years ago. She feels hope.

Or maybe...?:

The lavas of Mustafar leave the whole planet glowing ominously from orbit, a red and black ball drifting through space. “We’re sure this is where he is?” Anakin asks the clone trooper beside him.

“Yes, sir,” the trooper says, “He triggered an alarm when he landed here two days ago. No idea why he came here of all places, or why he stayed, but he’s definitely here.”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Anakin says grimly. “He won’t be leaving. Prepare a landing shuttle.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Anakin stalks through the corridors, troopers and Imperial soldiers alike hastening out of his path, as he makes his way toward his quarters. Once he’s closed the door behind him, he pulls out his personal comm and contacts his wife. A little blue holograph of Padmé pops up in front of him.

“Ani,” she greets him.

“Padmé. We found him. He’s definitely on Mustafar.”

Padmé’s expression is grave. “Right, that’s good that you found him…Anakin.” She hesitates for a moment. “Ani, you know what has to be done?” she asks, very gently.

Anakin’s body is tense, his face tight with grim determination. “I know. You don’t have to worry. I know exactly what I have to do. I won’t let him leave this planet alive. Not after …” he trails off.

On the hologram, Padmé’s hand drifts down to press against her abdomen, where he knows an angry red slash covers her side from her hip all the way up to her rib cage. Bacta could easily have erased the vivid scar, but Padmé has chosen to keep it, as a reminder, she said.

He thinks she probably meant a reminder for herself, but it serves just as well as a reminder for him. A reminder that the world is different now, that the people who were once his friends, his family, aren’t any longer. He has a new family now, a wife and children, and they’re all that matters. Anything and anyone that threatens that family has to be eliminated. It’s why he’s here on Mustafar.

“Ani,” Padmé draws him out of his pondering, “Please be careful. Do what has to be done and then come back to me. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he says. “I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. You never have. Signing off.” Padmé disconnects the call and Anakin spends a few moments staring at the space where her image was, thinking about the future. The past. About the scar on Padmé’s side and how she got it. About Padmé extending her hand in friendship, and the man who met her offer of a place in their family with furious words and a saber to the gut.

He snaps out of it when a trooper knocks on his door. “Sir, the landing shuttle is prepped and the men are ready when you are,” the trooper announces before marching away.

Anakin nods once, decisively, and squares his shoulders. He clips his lightsaber to his belt, and holsters a blaster for good measure. He can’t take any chances. He has a mission to accomplish.

For his angel.

For his wife.

For his Empress.

Long live the Empire.

More Sith Padme: 1 and 2 and 3

#star wars #star wars prequels #my writing #sith padme #sith!padme #padme amidala #empress padme amidala #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #anidala #obianidala maybe #depending on what outcome you like best #i go for the angst myself #my sith!padme

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chubbyooo · 5 years

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Blurred Lines Chapter 21 - Resemblances

Chapter 21 switches over to Terri as we catch up with their venture into another temple (I know there’s a lot of jumping around at the mo but due to the timeline it’s kinda needed)

Terri and Lusari investigate another temple and have a scary experience (it’s a long one boys)

A chuttering sound came from the speeder as Terri began to park it, it was slightly worrying maybe she should check it out later. Terri had some mechanical skill so maybe she could fix it. Lusari had arrived next to her and began parking, her hair was messy and full of small sticks and leaves, Terri wasn’t that surprised with the length of Lusi’s hair things were bound to get caught in it. She promptly grabbed her satchel and picked out a hair brush, Terri tried to hold in a smirk as Lusari tried her best to a least tame her hair.

As she finished she spoke up “ok we got everything for the ritual” Terri checked her many small bags and pouches for her adventuring gear and sure enough she was kitted out and totally rad.

“cool adventuring gear check, super good flashlight check, awesome lightsaber check, you?” she did think the adventure was super cool, she had always dreamed of being like the adventurers in the archives of the sith academy, she was very pleased to be doing it in a less evil way.

Lusari began riffling through her satchel “let’s see ritual components double check, emergency defences check aaaand one very cool holocron check” Lusari displayed her holocron for a second before returning it to the bag. It was cube shaped with triangular corners, the thing was much bigger than most holocrons she had seen but glowing just as sinisterly with a red hue. Apparently it was stuck that way which made sense considering it’s content, still that’s what they were here for to right that wrong.

Terri snapped out of her accidental daydream and responded to Lusari “alright let’s get to it then” she was trying to be more confident in herself and the mission after the talk with Lusi last night, she was hoping it helped.

Lusari nodded in agreement and they headed towards the temple. From what they knew this temple was buried in the side of a mountain but it’s entrance was still out in the open and from their scans the interior was still somewhat intact. As they made their way to the cliff edge they very quickly spotted the overgrown temple entrance sticking prominently out of the rock face it was covered in moss and vines and looked more like a cave than a temple. It looked very dark in there and as they moved closer they could hear echos resonating throughout the temple.

“woah that’s freaky” Lusari said seeming a little uneasy

“yeah we should stick close together, stay in my light” Terri turned on her flashlight and Lusari moved in close

“thanks Terr I’ll be right next to you the whole way” she took Terri’s hand and they began to go into the darkness. Terri was a little scared admittedly but she thought anyone would be, this place was spooky. As they moved further into the temple they could see cobwebs lined most of the walls and a huge amount of dust was caught in the ray of Terri’s flashlight, the dust levels were so high they were making the back of Terri’s mouth tickle. Every now and again they could see a little bit of rubble crumble off the side of the walls, this place would probably collapse within a few months. Terri could also hear a faint dripping sound echoing through the halls, must be water nearby.

Lusari suddenly spoke up “hey Terr do you know the way to the main chamber” Terri was confused the other one had been pretty clear

“no is it different to the last one” Lusi had looked at the maps and planned out most of this ritual, she was the smart one but Terri was defiantly the cool one after her fight with the commander.

“yeah this place is a Labyrinth but I totally solved it, it wasn’t even that well made” Lusi sounded a little mad, Terri knew that Lusi loved solving puzzles and she knew even better how she got mad when she saw a bad puzzle, this defiantly matched that tone.

“do you know the way then? are we lost?” Terri didn’t realise they could get lost in this creepy temple otherwise she would’ve been much more careful

“yeah no I’m fine just checking you knew” good thing too she would’ve just gone in a straight line forever

As Lusari began to lead they heard a creepy echoed voice chuckle. Immediately Terri’s hair all stood on end and she started to tremble, she began to turn around looking for the voice

“u-um Lu-lusi d-did y-you here that” Terri thought about igniting her lightsaber but didn’t want to draw attention to herself, it wouldn’t exactly be covert

“ye-yeah u-um what was that?” oh no Lusi didn’t know what it was that was really bad

“I don’t know um is it the Lady?” seemed unlikely but maybe it was a test

they were both looking around anxiously in the space “n-no she ca-can’t talk while con-contained” Terri kinda already knew that but she didn’t want to believe it was something else

“let’s uh let’s walk back to back y-you know for safety” Terri would feel better if they covered all their bases

“uh huh sure” Lusari backed up to were Terri was and she passed over the flashlight. They began to walk forwards carefully looking around for the source of the noise, Terri was facing backwards and could see little of were they came from without the flashlight but she swore she could see a small glow of blue coming from the end of the corridor. They continued down a few more passageways until they reached a door, Lusari stopped and Terri accidentally bumped into her back letting out a little surprised shriek.

“sorry, there’s a door here I need to concentrate” Terri nodded awkwardly and began surveying the chamber to avoid the embarrassment. She looked around the room for a bit before she found a average size moveable piece in the wall, It seemed too simple to be rubble and it may mean there’s a mechanism behind it. She closed her eyes and used the force to move the rock but then she suddenly felt a force knock her to the ground, what was that? it felt like a bunch of pipes maybe it was a mechanism. She reopened her eyes to see a Kaleesh skull starring at her, she cried out as she quickly moved the skeleton of her.

“ah oh my god oh my god oh my goood there’s a creepy dead Kaleesh here” Terri’s heart was racing, she had never been so frightened in her life but more than that she was confused; Kaleesh weren’t exactly native to Yavin IV so this was not random. Not only that but there still looked to be meat on his bones, but this place was abandoned it didn’t add up. As she looked up though she did see a lever in the hole so at least her wimpy moment wasn’t for nothing. She pulled the lever and as she did she saw that Lusi was still deep in concentration, the door began to lift and she opened her eyes.

“see I just needed a little time” she said with a smile, whaaat this was Terri not her she better not take credit. Terri gestured intensely to the lever “oh... right well um nice job” Lusi seemed a little disappointed but Terri felt it was more important to get out of this horror movie waiting to happen. They continued through the corridors eventually reaching the main chamber where Lusi began unpacking her things on the similar tablet in the chamber.

Terri took a defensive position as Lusari set up the ritual but as they prepared they heard the same echoed voice “hmhuhuhuh two little sith flies falling riiiight into my trap” Terri looked around for the source of the voice igniting her lightsaber for extra intimidation factor.

Lusari looked at Terri concerned but they had a job to do “Lusi get on with the ritual I can hold off whatever this is” she wasn’t really sure of that but she had to be brave and trust in their plan “show yourself” Terri shouted into the chamber as Lusari sat down to begin the ritual, she was protected like that Terri wasn’t sure how.

As her shout echoed around the chamber a blue etherial form materialised in front of her. It was a Male Togruta with a snarl covering his face, his teeth were like fangs and he was covered in some form bone armour. Terri was immediately scared of him what was this guy? an ancient warrior? a crazed zealot? whatever he was he seemed loco

“well well another fool has entered my abode ohohohohoo I’m going to enjoy skinning you” oh no no thank you no skinning, Terri began moving backwards as he talked, what was she supposed to do he was a ghost she couldn't exactly hurt him. Could he hurt her?

her hands shook as she said “stay back I-I know how to use this thing” she was actually pretty good with a lightsaber and probably could take this guy if he was a real person

But in response the ghostly figure just chuckled spitting as he did “go on then I’m dying to see this” Terri tried a proper stab but it just went straight through him, in response he began to laugh in a booming voice

Terri had to regain the upper hand Lusi was counting on her to stall “yeah but you can’t hurt me either right...you ghost” it was true right he could only use the force against her and she was good at blocking that.

“oh but my dear I won’t be doing the hurting” he began to whistle and as he did Terri could here a aggressive shuffling sound coming from the other end of the temple “you best be prepared my Varactyl haven’t eaten in weeeks” oh god oh god what did Terri do she had no idea how to stop this she was going to ruin everything. She could hear the Varactyl coming closer and closer soon they would be here then what would she do, she had no plan and they were counting on her

Suddenly then she heard a familiar echoed voice but this time in her head “Terri get the ghost close to me” close to her what does that mean? close to the holocron, best option she got right now

She quickly shuffled next to the holocron, how was she going to get him over “oh I see how it is not brave enough to fight me yourself, afraid you’ll lose” she could see a little twitch in his face, please say that worked she could hear the varactyls howls very close

he began to step forward “believe me missy nothing would make me happier than flaying the skin off of you myself but” he was getting closer, yes! thank the force, stupid monologuing sith so easy to trick “I’m afraid I’m otherwise impa-” as he was talking his words were almost drained away from him and suddenly his form was being pulled towards the holocron with a chilling energy. Oh my god the Lady is saving her she felt so honoured, she heard a snarling coming from behind her, oh no the varactyl she saw them enter the chamber ready to pounce. She was petrified she had no idea what to do she just closed her eyes and trusted the Lady had a plan.

She could here the togruta screaming as she stood there unable to move “noooo, noooo you will never cage me I will destroy yo-” and then silence Terri could still hear the snarling though, she wasn’t brave enough she had really tried but now she had just froze. But then she heard them whimpering and as she opened her eyes they were running away.

“oh oh oh my god my Lady h-how did you do that” that was soooo coool Terri was sure she had messed it up but the Lady totally had a plan

The voice resonated inside her head once again “absorbing of a force ghost is defiantly a crude and dangerous way to achieve power but none the less effective” absorbing? so all his power now the lady’s? well at least it was with someone who would use it well

“you absorbed him? like all his power and personality wow you’re so powerful” Terri hadn’t talked to the Lady much before, that was more Lusi’s job but she was still very pleased to talk to her

“yes it’s actually not a very hard ritual but given to a naive young force user and it can lead to disastrous consequences for the individual trust me” she sounded so smart, Terri knew that the Lady was quite an old being but her understanding of the force was always so baffling

“Thank you so much for saving me from the Varactyls I know you didn’t have to” Terri felt like she should at least thank her, she hoped it wasn’t rude

“nonsense Terri you’re important to the plan just like Lusari, you’ll realise your part eventually” whaaaat she did have a part to play? she thought she was just helping out, why hadn’t Lusi told her?

“oh um well thank you” Terri felt very giddy after all this praise

“I must return to the ritual I have been away from it too long, Lusari may be getting doubtful” Terri let her go without another word and sat on the wall excitably replaying the events over in her mind. It was dangerous but also so cool not only fighting the commander but a force ghost, her friends would be so jealous. As she sat the room slowly began to glimmer with light, oh yeah she got to watch the ritual this time awesome. As the glimmers became clear she could see many different language symbols all lighting up with a glowing yellow light, as the ritual continued the glowing formed tendrils which branched together all leading into the holocron. The chamber then returned to the darkness it was once in and the room was silent.

Lusari stepped up and turned around “what did I miss” Terri smiled she was gonna be so jealous...

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hearwhisper · 5 years

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“NO!”

Send “NO!” to find my muse dying on the battlefield (accepting) || @tachiisms

Send “NO! reversed” for my muse to find your dying muse

You will kill Siri Tachi.

Mara’s heart hammers wildly within her, as rapid as the engine of a Star Destroyer. Her mind reels, echoes of voices since forgotten resounding in unrelenting anguish within her. Flashes of memories since suppressed flicker through her vision, as sporadic and burning as a fire. It is all Mara can do to remain standing, though even now her legs shake beneath her. I must kill Siri Tachi, she thinks, mirroring the voice of her Master. I must kill Siri Tachi. I must kill Siri Tachi. I must kill Siri Tachi.

A traitor to the Empire. Tachi should have died in the execution of Order 66. She should have died before. Yet by some steel will, she has survived, enduring the galaxy and all the Emperor has thrust to her. She should have died. She should have died. Why didn’t she die then ? Why must her life be in Mara’s hands now ? Why? But I must kill her, Mara thinks, with a horrible desperation, as if to coax herself into this damning fact.

She left you, Mara. Gave you away. YOU MEANT NOTHING.

How very like your mother you are, a new voice echoes, this one warmer, and accompanied by the memory of the brightest blue eyes Mara had ever seen. A warm hand to her chubby cheek, as her little hands played with a doll. How like your father.

Be damned these memories and these words. Be damned how Mara feels her eyes slowly start to water. A terrible ache between her eyes threatens to rip through her, traveling through her bones until they shatter, and she crumbles like a broken doll to the ground.

She left you, Mara. Do it. KILL HER.

This is why … this is why … he sent her. A cruel joke.

You failed me once. Don’t do it again.

Mara had been unable to kill Siri Tachi the first day, the second day … until days roved by, with empty promises following, threats to bring her straight to the Emperor and kill her in his presence. Yet Mara’s blade, blaster, hands, all had never once touched Tachi, in promise or murder or familial attachment. She could not bear it.

Have you grown soft ?

The shaking engulfs Mara in full. The resounding echo of blaster fire as the Stormtroopers to her back close in on the Rebels, on Tachi. It becomes all too real. She is supposed to lead them to victory, isn’t she ? This is her redemption. The Emperor gave her a second chance, even after she had failed purely out of her own damning confusion and heart ache. Perhaps he’ll send Lord Vader to collect me if I fail, if I succeed, Mara thinks, gripping her violet lightsaber like a vice. She can feel the Rebels draw their weapons, fighting back - hitting the ground, dead, as her Stormtroopers advance. Maybe he’ll make me watch as he kills her. Maybe he’ll make me do it. Maybe-

YOU WILL KILL SIRI TACHI !

“ Please ! ”

This is no battle cry. The shout is mangled from her throat, forced out by the brutish pain stripping her bare until there is only bone. Is it a plea for mercy ? A plea for strength ? She is uncertain. And she is angry at herself for it.

The blaster fire clears through their corner of the world. Her violat saber effortlessly deflects the fire from the Rebels. Her legs carry her with a feral swiftness. Sinking back into a predatory state, Mara finds herself leaning on what she knows. Her movements are graceful, such as a dancer, but the song she moves to is one of battle cries and death. She will prove herself. She will redeem herself. She will -

She feels Siri Tachi.

In a swift twirl, Mara locks eyes with the Jedi, the traitor. Her heart hammers in full now, roaring so greatly she can no longer collect her own thoughts. Even the Emperor’s voice becomes muddled as a series of resounding whispers carry themselves to her senses.

“ - like your father - ”

A warm hand touching her own as she eats a sweet meal.

“ - one day I will teach you the saber - ”

A confident smile thrown over the woman’s shoulder, before she departs.

“ - you can’t have her - ”

Shaky strength, keeping her shielded.

“ - hide - ”

Blaster fire.

“ - I will find you - ”

A shout, an empty promise, before a body falls.

And then a face, blurry and uncertain, but a face … not loving or doting, but certain in a choice. A decision made to keep her safe, one to solidify that she would be protected - loved, even … not by the uncertain’s own affections, no, but by others. All at once, the face caves to that of the Emperor’s satisfied smile, so sickly and cold.

Mara can only stand there, staring at Tachi. So enveloped within her own thoughts and aches she scarcely acknowledges the grenade thrown in her direction. A mere second clocks by, before herself and several Stormtroopers are thrown through the air in a bloodied boom. She soars through the open air, knowing nothing save for the pain in her bones, even before she hits the ground. Her mind is still reeling, the disjointed voices subduing now -

A real voice speaks to her, though Mara can scarcely hear over the dull ringing in her ears. Her eyes slowly open to a face, blurry, but a face. Arms wrap around her in a way she has never known before. It hurts, it burns, even, but there is something so familiar and welcoming Mara can scarcely regard the pain.

The world is a blur, no longer sharp and crisp. But her bones feel very much sharp against her, her skin very much crisp. Bright red hair singed, face burned and green eyes bloodshot.

She coughs something warm and rusty.

“ D -… ” her voice is shaky. It hurts to breathe. “ Do -… don’t l-l-let go … ”

Her body is shaking with pain, twitching as it slowly shuts down. Mara can feel it now. It grips her like a vice, as she gripped her saber. Where is her weapon now ? Does it even matter … does it even matter what death will look like ? Mara lets out another shaky breath. So young she has claimed many lives for the Emperor. What will it look like when her own life is claimed ? The thought terrifies her. So young.

For a fleeting moment, Mara wishes she had run away with Tachi, instead of leaving.

She tries to grab the uncertain’s arm. “ P-pl … please, d-don … ”

#answered asks ;; ( tachiisms )#you can't hear a whisper if you're constantly shouting ;; ( ic )#// im not sorry

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secretlygrantaire · 6 years

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Everybody is replaceable. Kylo Ren X Female Reader Soulmate AU Chapter Two

Synopsis: The reader was taken away from her family as a child to work on a First Order base as a weapons tester with other children. After managing to escape the First Order when she is older the reader lives by herself and begin to feel her connection and sensitivity to the force. It is discovered that she has similar abilities to Kylo Ren who is ordered to take her in as an apprentice and show her the ways of the force. I’m not going to give anything else away I’ll just say that they are soulmates but don’t know it yet, chaos ensues.

Warnings: THE LAST JEDI SPOILERS SORT OF!!! Angst, the reader gets injured, fluff.

Previous chapters:

1: http://secretlygrantaire.tumblr.com/post/169673830791/everybody-is-replaceable-kylo-ren-x-female-reader

Y/N= Your name

Y/F/N= Your Full name

The reader goes by her middle name once she becomes Ren’s apprentice, in this story, her name will be Alia, pronounces Ah-Lee-Uh

Chapter Two: The Escape

Y/N stared out her chamber’s window, her mind drifting like the falling ash she had seen in her dream. Despite the horrendous vision she had lived through, Y/N did not feel scared. Even when the mysterious figure had lunged towards her, lightsaber in hand she knew, he would not harm her. Y/N looked down at her wrist, her eyes tracing each letter of the names that now stained her skin. She wondered if that figure she saw was the Ben, was this Kylo Ren, she wondered if he knew who she as too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing alarm telling all the workers to wake up. Kacey rolled over in his bed, his hair a tangled mess of light brown, it covered his eyes and draped across freckled cheekbones. Y/N smiled to herself, even here at the end of all things she thought she could always count on Kacey to make her smile. Though he wasn’t her soulmate, he was her best friend, the only friend she had ever known. Even so, she knew she could not tell Kacey about her dream, it would make him too nervous about Y/N’s well being. Y/N stood and walked to their shared bathroom, she turned on the hot water and decided a shower was in order to clear her mind.Once she finished she dried off, tied her hair into a tight bun and put on her uniform, exiting the bathroom Kacey was now fully dressed and sat on his bed waiting to take Y/N to breakfast. The pair walked through the imperial base together until they reached the canteen for weapons testers. The two stood in line to receive their morning rations and proceeding to find a table and eat their food. Imperial rations were nothing to be desired but their food was better than no food, Kacey had hardly eaten a spoonful of his breakfast before an armor-clad arm swiped his meal off the table. The bowl hit the ground with a metallic clatter sending food everywhere. The two guards broke down in heavy laughter before punching Kacey’s thin arm. “You better clean up your mess.” The first guard said. Kacey kept his eyes down, his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you hear him?” The second guard chimed in, “You better clean up your mess boy!” Kacey signed before standing and bending over to pick up the bowl, just as his hand reached down the first guard violently kicked Kacey’s stomach sending him tumbling to the ground in pain. “Oops don’t slip!” The second guard sneered. Y/N stood up, her fists clenched by her side. “Leave him alone!” She demanded. “What did you say?” The first guard asked. “I said, leave him alone, you have no right to treat him this way.” Y/N bent down and grabbed Kacey’s arms helping the boy to his feet. “Simply because you are stronger does not make you superior.” Y/N declared. As she began to turn to face Kacey Y/N felt two large hand grip her collar, suddenly her feet were lifted from the ground as the first guard picked her up. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten, I AM your superior.” The guard tossed Y/N to the side her body hitting the concrete wall before crashing to the unforgiving ground. “You had better watch yourself before you’re sent to reconditioning.” The guards turned on their heels and left the canteen. Kacey rushed over to Y/N and helped her off the ground, “You didn’t have to do that.” He said as he supported Y/N’s weight. “Yes I did, they were hurting you.” “I know but, nothing you say will get them to change their ways, I’m used to it by now.” Kacey sighed. The two sat back at their table, “Here eat some of mine.” Y/N slid her bowl over to Kacey who graciously accepted. The two ate in silence before an alarm sounded calling the workers to their stations.

The day dragged on as any other day would, only Y/N could not get her mind off of her dream. She wondered if she would see the same man tonight. Y/N was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a blaster go off, the blast rang around the room Y/N ducked under her desk as the blast bounced from wall to wall before eventually fading out. Standing up Y/N’s eye scanned the room to see whose blaster could have gone off like that, she knew whoever it was would be receiving some form of punishment from the guards. An action like that, despite being an accident does not go without consequence, Y/N was just relieved it had not been her blaster that went off. Suddenly a voice cried out in terror, Y/N’s good feeling was soon gone and replaced with that of panic when she saw whose blaster had malfunctioned, Kacey’s.

The boy cowered back from the approaching guard only to be apprehended by another guard from behind. “Are you crazy? You could have killed us!” The first guard shouted. Kacey’s arm were forced behind his back and he was dropped to his knees. “It was an accident I swear! I was just trying to-” “We can’t afford accidents here! Do you know what the punishment is for incorrect behavior?” Kacey shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “Well, you’re about to find out, take him away.” The guard nodded and Kacey was pulled to his feet. “No!” Y/N screamed, and before she knew what she was doing she charged at the guards, her blaster pointed at their heads. “She’s got a weapon!” The first guard said as he pulled out his gun. The guard fired at Y/N, shots she narrowly avoided by diving behind a desk. The second guard had since dropped Kacey and began firing at Y/N as well, the other workers began to panic and ran from the repairing area causing tables to flip, blasters, crashed to the ground and went off randomly sending more fire into the enclosed room. Y/N crawled across the floor trying to reach Kacey, her blaster pointed at the first guard. She sprang from her hiding spot and fired at the man, hitting him right in the chest and killing him almost instantly. Y/N watched as the man crashed to the ground, blood seeping from his armor, “I killed him.” She thought to herself, yet she did not feel regret or guilt, instead, she felt a scary surge of pride in herself. “I’m stronger than you this time.” She mused forgetting about the second guard, a shot rang past her ear, Y/N dove to the ground and rolled under a nearby desk. She watched as the man approached her. “You killed your superior, you’ll be executed, you’ll die for this.” He declared. “Not if you die first!” Y/N jumped out from under the desk and shot at the guard, three shots penetrated the man’s armor. As he collapsed to the ground his blaster aimed at the wall went off, he was dead. Y/N breathed heavily as she approached the guard’ s body, carefully she kicked him with her boot. “Kacey… they’re dead.” Y/N muttered. “Kacey?” She turned around and spotted the boy, leaning against the wall, his hand gripped his side, blood seeping through his pale fingers. “Kacey!” Y/N dropped her blaster and ran over to the injured boy. He collapsed into her arms, “Kacey, oh Kacey, it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.” Tears began to escape Y/N’s eyes, dripping down her cheeks. “Kacey, I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Kacey looked up at Y/N, a few streams of blood escaping his cracked lips, slowly he placed his hand on Y/N’s face and smiled tenderly. “It’s not your fault.” He whispered. “The guards’ blaster, it-” He broke into a fit of weak coughs, the blood spattering his chin. “Y/N, all is as the force wills it to be, remember that. I will always be with you, my dear friend.” “No, no, no, Kacey, no you’re going to live, I’m going to save you I-” Y/N broke into sobs, “I have to save you.” Kacey smiled weakly, “You already have.” He whispered. “May, the force be with you…. always….” And with his last breath Kacey’s eye’s glazed over, his head fell limp in Y/N’s arms and a smile graced his thin lips. Y/N cradled her friend in her arms, sobs wracking her body, gently she closed the poor boy’s eyes and laid him down. Looking around at the two dead guards Y/N knew she had very little time before more guards would arrive at the scene, she had two choices, stay and be executed for treason, or leave. Standing in the rubble Y/N knew there was nothing here for her, the first order had been all she’s ever know, and they had also taken everything from her, she knew she could not stay, she wouldn’t let them have her, she wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. Y/N felt something deep inside her break, she felt a floodgate of emotions run rampant through her body, she felt a wave of anger course through her veins and she knew, one day she would have her revenge. Walking through the destroyed room Y/N fists uncurled before her, her hands shaking with power, she felt something deep inside her become unearthed, like a volcano ready to erupt. Y/N stopped and stood in the center of the destruction she had brought upon the base, with her eyes focused ahead she let out a scream of pure rage, her arms extended to her sides, her hands reaching for something she did not know was there, and with this rage a power surged through her and sent the desks flying across the room, the metal became twisted and contorted into piles of unrecognizable debris.

Y/N dropped her arms in exhaustion and marveled at what she had done, like a wave crashing on the shore something inside of her had been released, though she didn’t know what it was, she could tell it was powerful and amazing and terrible. She felt something grow inside her, something she couldn’t control, something dark, but it didn’t scare her. Y/N knew she didn’t have long, heading out of the emergency exit Y/N entered a long hallway, hanging on the way was an emergency pack full of supplies in case the base was to be evacuated quickly. Y/N grabbed the pack off the wall and slung it over her shoulder, swiftly she exited the base and headed towards the forest. The sun was nearly set and Y/N knew nobody would be crazy enough to venture into the woods at night. Despite the many dangers that the night time brought Y/N was desperate and knew that if she traveled through the night she could get far enough away from the base before a search party is sent out tomorrow, and so into the woods she went, armed with an imperial blaster and her basic instinct.

The cold night air was cruel and cut like a blade, Y/N had been hiking north and had lost track of the time, after what seemed like hours and her legs could not physically carry her Y/N dropped to the ground. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her lungs could not satisfy her body with the air she needed fast enough. After a few minutes Y/N sat up in the dark and opened her pack, she dug around the contents until she found what she was looking for, a flashlight, strapping the light to her forehead Y/N began to search for a shelter for the rest of the night. The flat terrain offered nothing of value, and it was far too dangerous to set up a tent with the off chance of wild beasts roaming around. Y/N wanted to continue to make distance bit her body refused and demanded sleep, looking around the girl decided it would be safest to sleep up high where the beasts could not climb and any imperial guards could not see her. So she began to climb the sturdiest looking tree, once she decided she was high enough to be camouflaged by the leaves she strapped her pack to the branch and used the rope it contained to tie herself to the trunk, in the off chance she would slip. Despite the uncomfortable position sleep overcame Y/N easily and she soon found herself dozing off.

When Y/N opened her eyes she was in a dark room, a man sat in a regal throne in the front of the chamber, his body was draped in robes but his face was cascaded in shadow. His voice was deep and threatening, “It is time my young apprentice, to begin your training.” He said. Y/N spun around and noticed a figure kneeling before the man, it was the same boy she had seen in her dream the night before. “Ben?” Y/N asked though he did not hear her. The boy stood, he was now dressed in all black, his lightsaber hung beside him, though it looked different than before. “Yes my lord.” The boy said, his voice emotionless and empty. “No longer shall you be Ben Solo, your past is behind you, your past is dead. You, young one, shall be Kylo Ren.” Ben looked up at the man, “Yes, my lord.” He responded, “It shall be done.” Y/N looked down at her wrist, suddenly it all made sense. “Kylo Ren.” She uttered. She tried to step forward towards Kylo but she could not move. “Ben!” She called out, “Ben!” The boy did not hear her. “Ben!”

Y/N awoke in a cold sweat, her head jerked forward before it recoiled and hit the tree trunk behind her. Y/N looked up, the sun now shined brightly on the forest and she knew a search party would be after her. Untying herself and grabbing her pack Y/N leaped down from the tree and proceeded forward, she knew that she had to create as much distance from herself and the base as possible if she was to stay alive. But as the day trudged on all she could think of was her dream. “Why is this happening?” She asked herself, “Why couldn’t he hear me?”

END OF CHAPTER TWO. Ahh thank you so much for your support, I’m sorry that this didn’t have as much Kylo in it I’m trying to work out her story first! I promise there will be more Kylo in the up and coming chapters, it is sort of a slow burn story if you will. Let me know if you enjoyed this and want a chapter three!!!

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carasstarwarsmusings · 6 years

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Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

I was tagged by the wonderful and talented @perrydowning

I only started writing fic in 2017, so at least I don’t have to sort through what’s eligible. Let’s see though...

Snare

My first AU and second fic, an AU where the Resistance was waiting in Tuanal to ambush the First Order with the intent of capturing Kylo Ren. He escapes, injured. While this is a fairly dark, pragmatic Kylo that shifts lighter through the story, this fic pushes most characters into a very morally grey zone. Expect the unexpected.

“Kriffing bitch,” he growled the words out, refusing to look to the corner where she sat.

“So nice to see you too, Ben,” her voice was cold. He didn’t need to see her to know the hard, steely glint that would be in her eyes. The way she always looked when she locked away her emotions and operated on sheer determination to do something, and damn the consequences to those around her.

It was the look she had when she sent him away, even as he pleaded with her not to make him go. He winced at the memory, now raw again after reliving it in the force vision. His chin tapped the metal band around his neck and he let out a growl, “You put a suppression collar on me.”

“We did,” she answered, “it’s a nicer option than the chemical suppressants.”

“You collared me like a kriffing dog.” He gritted his teeth, “Kriffing bitch. ”

He heard her stand and the rattling of the chair as she dragged it closer, so she was sitting in front of him. Still he refused to look at her, keeping his eyes trained onto the floor. “It’s unfortunate, but necessary.” She paused, he could see in his mind her pursing her lips as she waited to see if he’d say anything else, “This entire ordeal, I’m afraid, was unfortunate but necessary.”

Anger spiked in him again and he jerked hard on the chains before stilling, staring at the floor. “ Unfortunate . Yes, nearly killing me was unfortunate . Getting so many of your people killed was unfortunate . Niima being leveled to ruins was unfortunate . Tell me, did you do anything to help your allies down on Jakku? Or did you pull your people out without even an apology for leaving them with nothing but destruction?”

There was a long pause, the room silent except for the sound of his mother’s deep breaths. He had aggravated her with an accusation that was completely true and she loathed to even think about. But when she spoke again, her voice was calm and cold.

“You’ve seen the rest of the map to Luke,” she said, as he blew air angrily out of his nose. “And you’re going to give it to us so we can find him.”

Chained

My very first fic (well, at least since my teenage years). Canonverse post TFA. Kylo starts very dark, be warned on that. Kylo and Rey deal with the aftermath of Starkiller and the realization that their minds appear to be linked. A complex (but far less grumpy than the one we got in TLJ) Luke, fiesty Rey, dark and obsessed Kylo. I even brought Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren into this story (but not in a way that requires you to have ever watched Rebels). It’s a fun, very plot driven ride. And I really like this Kylo---

“I don’t think they saw us,” she said, quietly, backing away from the door and ducking behind one of the consoles. Her nerves were on edge as the sound of footsteps stopped somewhere close to the room they were in. Leia nodded, her face pale, peering over the console.

It all fell quiet and for a moment she felt like she could breath again.

Then the door exploded inward.

A pair of troopers rushed, raising their blasters. She jumped to her feet, ready to ignite her staff, when the two went flying in opposite directions and smashed into the walls. Freezing in place, her head not quite wrapped around what just happened, she heard the sound of commotion and shouting and a few screams from the hall… and whistling. A pleasant, almost jaunty sort of tune. Someone was whistling? Dakriff?

A lightsaber crackled from the hallway as another trooper screamed in pain, and her breath caught in realization.

Ren appeared in the doorway, saber crackling in his right hand. Nonchalant, whistling, as if he was strolling through a park and not a battle. As if he likely hadn’t just cut his way through a unit of stormtroopers. His eyes met hers and grinned.

One of the stormtroopers who’d been flung into the wall shifted, trying to raise his blaster. Ren’s head turned and the arm lifting the blaster slammed into the ground. He spun his saber as he walked casually over to the trooper who strained against the force hold. Lifting the saber up mid twirl and catching the hilt in both hands, he plunged the blade straight down through the trooper’s chest. Withdrawing it he spun it again, glancing over at the remaining trooper, he appeared to deem him not a threat and disengaged his saber.

He still hadn't stopped whistling.

Apathetic Synergy

AU where Rey is captured on Starkiller and is taken prisoner by the FO. Slow burn forced cohabitation as Ren tries to gain her trust and loyalty. Very wild, feral Rey and an OCD Ren.

She stared up at him, trying to blink back tears that were leaking out of her eyes. “I want to go home…” she whispered. “Please, just let me go home.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, “No.”

“I need… I need to get back. You don’t understand I need to get back,” her voice broke. “I’ve been gone too long…” A dam broke as she started to sob below him.

The depth of her fear and sadness seemed to fill the room. Still holding her down, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers as he shook his head, “There was never anything for you there beside false hope.” He pulled back as she shook her head hard letting go of her wrists and sitting up. She pulled her hands down and buried her face in them.

“Look at me, Rey,” he said, leaning over her slightly. She pulled her hand down and looked up at him, her hazel eyes wet. “They were never coming back,” he said, voice gentle.

Her eyes shut as she shook her head, another sob wracking her. He sighed, rolling himself off of her, looking down she curled herself up as she cried. After a minute or two he reached down, slipping his arms under her back and cradling her against him awkwardly. It had been a long time since he had tried to comfort anyone. Tucking her head under his chin, he let her sob into his chest.

“Whoever they were, they didn’t deserve you anyway,” he murmured. “They didn’t deserve you.”

Low Places

My sequel to Pro Forma, which you may want to read first for background, but I don’t think it’s necessary to understand the story. Given my tendency to write dark and angsty stuff, this fic is my relief of lighthearted banter and affection between these two idiots on opposite sides of the war who are totally infatuated with one another. Bonus, Phasma/Mitaka side ship, which I’ve been told does have the official ship label of “Lt. Chrome”. I wouldn’t call this fic angsty free, but it’s angsty light and with wonderfully cheesy flirtation mixed in.

“The blond--”

He let out a laugh, “Phasma?”

“You two seem friendly.” He seemed really amused by this-- was he laughing at her? It wasn’t until she noticed him looking at her mouth that she realized she was pouting, her lower lip sticking out as she glared at him. Gods, was she a five year old? Her face burned and she forced her lips straight.

Ren just shook his head, “We’re friends, kind of, in whatever way people like her and me can have friends.” He leaned towards her, “You were jealous.”

“I am… “ she sputtered a moment. That was ridiculous, “I am not jealous.”

“Is that so?” he gave her a patronizing smile.

“I ran into her in the ‘fresher,” she said, trying to reestablish her footing again as she glared accusingly, “I got the feeling she knew---”

“Oh…” he leaned back, looking slightly sheepish.

She put her face in her hands, shaking her head, “You told her?”

“So…” he leaned forward, “here’s the thing with me and Phasma. I provide the whiskey, we bitch about work-- mainly Hux, mostly we bitch about Hux, and she listens and absolves me of my sins.”

She shook her head at the absurdity of this, “I’m a sin then?”

His eyes scanned down from her face and back up again, “Best I ever committed.”

Something to Love

My take on a Reylo baby fic. At some point, post TFA, Rey and Ren ran off together, building a home and a family hidden in wildspace far from the war. But sadly, the war isn’t done with them, six years later they find themselves dragged back to the mess against their will.

I warn you in advance that I will make you hate characters you didn’t know you could hate in this fic. It’s very very angsty. If you don’t like angst, read chapter one and pretend that I don’t have any other chapters where I utterly destroy the domestic bliss I create in that first one.

She growled, it was a feral sound, “I want to talk to Organa.”

“Organa’s not the only one in charge now, Rey. But I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you too.”

Frowning, her eyes darted to the rank badge on his jacket before looking back at him, “I see you’ve moved up in the world. Is that your way of telling me you were behind this?”

“I’m one of them. Your seizure was my operation,” he studied her. “And it’s my way of warning you that Organa has no say in any of this. Conflict of interest.”

She blinked again, her eyes wet, willing herself not to cry, not now, “Why? We weren’t hurting anyone, why go through all this effort for us?”

There was a long pause before Poe sat up and leaned an elbow on the table. He opened his mouth, then shut it, seeming to reconsider what he was about to say before finally speaking, “We need your help, Rey.”

“My help?” She stared incredulously. “You attacked us, kidnapped us, kidnapped my children , and you think I’m going to help you?”

“The First Order, they’re building something. A weapon. But we’re not entirely sure what it is,” he seemed to be ignoring her outburst. “And give we’re currently pinned back, investigating is next to impossible. We want to attack some key First Order bases, see if we can’t get some breathing room, before going in and finding out what they’re doing before it’s too late. We could use a little Jedi help in all this.”

“I’m not a Jedi,” she snapped.

“Close enough.”

Okay, that’s my five, I tag @dvrksister, @reylojohnson, @nottheyounglings, @otterlyanonymous, and @lonelyspacebabies. Play if you like, ignore if you’d rather not ;)

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lalijinx · 6 years

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SO I was supposed to be writing a Star Wars fic for NaNoWriMo, but instead I stalled out, got hit in the face with depression, and then got sick, so here, have an unrelated ficlet, that has nothing to do with the story I was writing, but I wrote nonetheless.

AU where Obi-Wan is just a little more open about his emotions, and the death of the Jedi younglings hits him hard, and Padme’s denials are just the last straw on a very stressed out camel’s back.

“He killed children, Padme! Younglings!” Obi-Was eyes glittered with unnamed emotion, the uncharacteristic outburst stunned Padme momentarily speechless. Obi-Wan was breathing heavily, the calm, if strained demeanor from moments before disappearing like smoke.

Obi-Wan turned away in a sharp movement, one hand going up to massage the bridge if his nose.

Padme found her words again. “I, it can’t possibly have been Anakin, I - I know him, he wouldn’t…” she trails off again at the glare Obi-Wan shoots her direction, shivers creeping up her spine.

“Padme. It. Was. Him.” Obi-Wan’s voice cracks on the last word, and some small detached part of Padme is alarmed to realized she’s witnessing Great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi splintering apart. She opens her mouth to make another protest, but Obi-Wan cuts her off before she can even begin.

“I would not lie about this Padme. It’s killing me, but I am not lying.” He voice softens at the end, and as if he transferred his anger to her, she lights up in fury.

“It’s killing you?” She splutters, shaking. “I love him, and I know he’s hurting, he’s been hurting, and you will only be hurting him more by buying into these - these lies!” She’s shouting by the end, angry tears spilling unchecked down her face. She’s too incensed to care about the mess she’s making of her appearance, especially not when this is so important. This moment, she can feel it in her bones, in her heart, this reaches far beyond an argument in a senatorial sitting room. “You are only going to make it worse! You don’t love him, not like I do, and you cannot see him the way I do! He wouldn’t do this!”

Obi-Wan’s face darkens, and Padme sucks in a breath at the look on his face. “You think I don’t love him?” His voice is quiet, and all the more intense for it’s lack of volume. “You think, that after all this years, after all I have done for him, sacrificed for him, that I don’t care about him?” He lets out a short bark of laughter, and goosebumps raise on her neck.

“I would do anything for that boy. Do you understand, Padme?” His stormy eyes bore into he and Padme can’t break the chilling gaze. “I would do anything for Anakin. Did you know I knew, about you two? I knew, and I did nothing to stop you, because it made him happy. I would have left the Order for him.” His voice is still quiet and intense, Padme can’t seem to draw a breath, the implications spinning in her mind, refusing the make sense, because nothing about this day makes any sense.

“I can forgive a lot, Padme. I have forgiven a lot. But this.” For the first time he breaks the stare, and takes a shuddering breath. “But this I cannot forgive. Children, Padme. He killed them.”

“Maybe, it was someone else, they were training to be Jedi, there were troopers there,” Her protests are flimsy, but she can’t bare to believe anything else. “It - it could have been someone else-”

“It was Anakin!” Obi-Wan yells.

“How do you know?! What makes you so gods damned certain!?” Padme screams back, unwilling to admit how Obi-Wan’s devastated certainty is steadily chipping away at her faith.

“Because I saw it!” Obi-Wan roars, “I saw the security holovid, I saw Anakin, no mistaking it was Anakin himself, cutting down everyone in his path. I saw him slaughter the younglings. Children that asked him for help.” His voice is like daggers, and Padme feels every stab in her heart, “I saw their bodies Padme. They died by a lightsaber. All of them. Every. Single. One.” Obi-Wan’s voice cracks again, and Padme finally notices the tears falling unchecked down his face, there even when it seemed he had been entrenched in anger.

“They asked him for help. And he killed them.” He whispers it this time, as though he cannot bear to repeat the words again, as if the words themselves bring physical pain.

Padme is gasping for breath, and she feels the last of her precarious faith crumble away. The sobs she has been holding back all night break through and she finds herself sinking to the couch as she cries. She thought that everything she had was built on stable ground, but everything has shifted and crumbled, the foundation cracked and collapsing, and she has nothing left. The galaxy has been ravaged by war. The republic is in shambles. Her marriage is a farce, and her husband, her dear, sweet Ani… He’s become something unrecognizable, gone down a path she cannot follow.

Padme startles when she feels Obi-Wan sit down next to her on the couch, though he doesn’t turn to look at her. Instead his blank stare is pointed out the window, inexorably drawn to the wreckage of the Jedi Temple. The tears glitter on his face in the low light, and something in Padme finally clicks. She knows now, that Obi-Wan loves Anakin just as much as she does, even with all the Jedi rules on attachment. Obi-Wan is just as compromised. Just like her. His world has shattered and burned to ash just as surely as hers had done, though she had at first been too blinded by faith and denial to see it.

“Yoda has sent me after Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s choked voice breaks the unsettled silence, and Padme startles again. He still doesn’t look at her. “Master Yoda will take on the Sith Master. And he wants me to stop Anakin.”

“Padme,” He turns to her, and the agony on his face resonates in her chest. “I will not kill Anakin,” His eyes search her tearstained face. “Even, even after everything, I cannot kill him.” He sounds defeated, and desperate. Padme stares back, but no words come to mind. There is nothing she can say to fix this. He turns away again, and she’s unsure if he saw what he was looking for in her face. If he even knew what he was looking for in her.

“I loved him.” Obi-Wan’s voice is barely audible. “Even after everything… I still love him.” He looks out again towards the smoking ruin of the Temple. Padme stares as well, smoke still billowing up into the twilight skies.

“Somehow,” She pauses, her voice raspy from crying, clears her throat, and tries again. “Somehow, I think I do too.”

#star wars #fanfiction #fanfic #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #crying forever #life of lali #lali's fic #cross posted to ao3 #ao3

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