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daddy-calkestis · 1 year

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Lost In Space: A Star Wars Story

Summary: You’ve been hiding out on Bracca for years in the remnants of your old ship that crashed down on the planet. You have little to no memory of the life you had before you came to this glorified junkyard and little to no way of escaping. So you’ve made a sort of life for yourself. You get what you can from a few kind engineers who work in the shipyards, sell what you can to the scrapers who live further away and just keep your head down. That is, until the war came knocking at your *makeshift* doorstep. Now you must fight, both the Separatists and with your own memories of what happened to you before the crash with a little help from some Jedi. endgame: reader x ?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43756357/chapters/110038711#workskin

Chapter One:

It was raining on Bracca.

Shocking.

Every single fucking day on this planet, it rained. You had no idea it could rain this much anywhere, even on plants covered in greenery and teeming with wildlife. The rain was barely needed here considering this planet is basically a junkyard. There were no trees, no plants, nothing. It was a miserable place to live, let alone be stranded. Why anyone would actively chose to come here was beyond your comprehension. Everyday you were a little closer to getting off this maker forsaken plant, you just needed a couple hundred more credits and you were gone.

Everyday it was the same thing, ever since you woke up here three years ago. You jolt awake to the sound of alarms going off in the distance, indicating it was a shift change for those engineers who worked the night shifts in the shipyards. So you would roll off of your bunk and make a quick cup of instant caf, also known as the one thing you “splurged” on here. It wasn’t really a splurge but with the rain, it left everything feeling raw and cold so it helped to not only wake you up, but warm you up too. It was the one luxury you allowed yourself.

After donning your ever loved navy blue poncho that you "borrowed" from some clueless engineer on your first day here, you would set off on your day which either consisted of scouring the scrap around your humble abode for valuable parts or heading over to the shipyard to snag what you could from a few of the engineers who pitied you. They were kind and always looked the other way when you picked through their scrap piles. They would also supply you with some of the ration bars they had stowed away too. Then you would haul your findings to the outpost of scrapers and sell what you could. You’d snag whatever food was cheap before making your way back to the wreckage of the ship that you woke up on three years ago then do it all over again the next day.

Today was the same as every other day before it. You woke up to alarms in the distance and groaned. You rubbed the palms of your hands into your eyes, rubbing until you saw sparks of white light dancing behind your eyelids before sitting up and putting your boots on. You took your poncho down from the hook next to your bunk and threw it on to chase off the morning chill.

You quickly undid your hair, running your fingers through it to detangle some of the knots before trying it back into another braid and shoved yourself up. You quickly padded over to the small hotplate you scrounged up from some of the wreckage of your ship and filled the small kettle with the rain water you collected before leaving it to boil. You trudged over to the small opening you had covered with a wool blanket to keep out the wind and pulled it back. Immediately you noticed something was off.

Normally you could always hear the sound of the machinery blasting away first thing in the morning from the shipyards but it was quiet this morning. Eerily quiet. Goosebumps licked the skin along your forearms under the long sleeve shirt you wore as you sat in silence, waiting. Dread curled in your gut in anticipation for something to happen, but you had no idea what. The kettle started to sing behind you, but you didn’t move from your spot. Your senses told you something bad was about to happen and you've learned to trust your gut over everything at this point in your life, especially living on a planet with some less than decent men.

You stood there for moments, just watching. It was like time had stilled around you as you tune your senses into the environment around you. Even the random stray critters were silent this morning. The kettle was rapidly boiling at this point so you move to quickly shuffle to turn it off and make your instant caf before returning to your spot. That’s when you hear it, the first explosion in the distance. Quickly, you grab your energy bow (that you definitely didn’t steal that off a destroyed ship full of dead Zygerrians, nope, not you) and head back to look outside. The sight before you was filled with sheer horror.

Looming in the sky high above the shipyard was a massive Separatist Dreadnaught. “Shit.” You whisper to yourself as you watch the scene unfold before your eyes. Drones of droid dive bombers fly with quick speed away from the dreadnaught, dropping their payload of what you could only imagine were tons of explosives into the shipyard as they fly overhead before zooming across the sky towards you. You quickly duck behind the durasteel wall to hide from sight as the explosives detonate in the distance. You barely hear the dive bombers overhead over the roar of the explosion, the shock wave vibrating the cold metal floor under your feet. You quickly peak out your small opening to see the carnage of the shipyard. It was engulfed in flames that rose high into the sky, the smell of explosives drenching the air.

“Double shit!” You whisper as you quickly search your small living area. You quickly grab whatever weaponry you had laying around including a small blaster and a vibroblade. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do for now. You hear explosions going off once more, this time much closer to you. You manage to quickly grab your pouch of credits and wrap the string tightly around your neck before another explosion goes off a little too close to you. The hull of your ship vibrates rapidly and you grab onto the shelf to keep yourself steady.

You quickly pull up your hood and push away from the wall. You sling your energy bow over your shoulders, strap your knife and blaster to your belt and quickly make your way outside. You run fast and hard away from your crashed ship, keeping to the shadows cast by the piles upon piles of scrap before another explosion goes off behind you. You quickly turn to see that your ship is now engulfed in flames. You feel your eye twitch as your anger rises in your chest before quickly shoving yourself back into the scraps as more droid bombers fly overhead.

“Oh you fuckers are going to pay for that.” You grumble to yourself as you push forward. You ran as hard as you could, leaping over mounds of metal scrap and ducking between the piles as you move further from the carnage. You wanted to be nowhere near the shipyard, hell no. The further away you were from the Separatist's target, the safer you were going to be. That is until you started to hear the screams. You stop to listen. Not only did you hear screams, you heard the distinct sound of blaster fire. Then your gut was pulling you.

“No, not happening.” You spoke to yourself. Your gut pulled you again, screaming at you to go help those people.

“This isn’t my problem. This isn’t my war.” It pulled again, this time harder. You could almost hear the voice in the back of your head.

“Those people need help! They helped you! They were kind to you! You need to help them. They will die without your help.”

You groan to yourself, tilting your head back dramatically. Maker, help me. Before you even register what you’re doing, you take off towards the shipyard. You dodge and weave your way around the fires that now litter the landscape, seemingly unphased by the steady rainfall that pounded against your chest. Your legs are screaming at you by the time you make it to the outskirts of the Republic grounds.

You slow your pace, sucking in lungfuls of air as you creep closer to the sounds of blaster fire. You quickly wiggle your way under the opening in the fencing, jogging over to the small security building that sits near-by. You firmly press your back against the cement wall and listen inside.

“Wow, that was easier than I thought!” A whiny metallic sounding voice comes through, muffled by the stone.

“Of course it was easy!” Another, similar voice pipes up. “We bombed them before anyone could fight back!” You hear a metallic smack.

“What was that for?”

“Being simple!” You move along the wall, looking carefully around you before peering around the corner of the door. Inside the small hut were two B1 battle droids.

Ugh, these things are so fucking stupid.

You groan as you pull down your bow, firing a bolt across the yard and into a pile of random scrap, a.k.a your pile that they left for you.

“What was that?!” You wait as the two droids run outside, blasters aimed at your pile. You shake your head at their own stupidity.

“I could have sworn-” you fire a bolt at the first droid's chest, its shell falling to the ground with a thud.

“What the?” The remaining droid turned towards you. “Who are yo-” you shot a second bolt, knocking the now dead droid down. You move quickly, pulling their bodies inside the security building before looking around to make sure no one saw what you had done. You didn’t hear another droid but the blaster fire continued on. You quickly look at the security cameras to find the source. You scan the monitors quickly before your eyes grow wide at the screen in front of you. You watch as a handful of droids rain blaster fire down inside one of the hangers that isn't too far from this building. People are trying to flee, but get cut down the moment they leave their cover. You see a handful of men hiding behind a massive gunship, cowering in fear. You recognize some of their faces too. You had maybe minutes if they were lucky to get to them.

You bolt out of the security quarters, making your way across the shipyard to the hanger you saw marked on the monitors. You stop outside the massive doors, before peeking inside to see no droids were in the doorway. The few droids were further inside, closer to the center of the bay so you quickly slip inside, sticking to the shadows of the room. You see handfuls of bodies thrown across the room as you move inside, all unmoving and bloody. You take a deep breath, choking down the bile that threatened to escape as you come up behind the line of droids. You quickly look around for cover before looking up. Above you there are gunships hanging from cables between the catwalks that run the length of the hanger. You quickly find a ladder and scramble your way up, the noise you make hidden under layers of blaster fire.

You swing over the catwalk, keeping your feet light as you make your way to the gunship that hung over the small crew of men hiding.

“I think someones in the rafters!” A droid speaks, firing a blaster just as you swing into the ship. You press your body against one of the walls and look over the ledge. From this angle, you could easily fire off your shots and take them down. The cover was good and you banked on the stupidity of these droids would cause you to have a slight tactical advantage.

“I don’t see anyone!” You hear as you quickly draw your bow and look below. Six droids, six shots. You take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. You let the bolt fly before quickly pulling back once more, aiming for your second droid. You move quickly out of sight before, hiding before they even knew what hit them. You take your aim out the other side of the ship, quickly hitting another droid.

“Hey! Where did that come from?” One droid calls out. "I told you someone was up there! Blast 'em!" Another calls! The remaining three aiming their blasters for the ship and firing. One of their shots hits the support rope for the ship, lurching it precariously to one side. Lucky shot. You know what’s coming, so you take a breath and take a running jump out of the ship before it falls, taking aim at another droid mid air and letting the bolt fly right into it’s chest. You hear more shouting as you tuck and roll, landing at the feet of the fifth droid before letting another bolt fly. This time the droid's head flew off, landing across the room somewhere. You scramble to your feet, dodging the shots of the last remaining droid with ease before ramming into it at full force.

“What the-'' you grab its neck, swing your leg up and over its shoulders before taking out your vibroblade and embedding it into its head. You jumped off, landing on your feet before the shell even hit the ground.

“Maker, I fucking hate these things.” You speak to no one in particular. You still don’t know why, you never had a run in with these things before now. Or did you? Something seems a little familiar. Maybe I've just seen enough of them dead in the scraps.

“Kid?” You hear someone call your nickname from somewhere behind you, quickly ending your thoughts. You turn to see Davis sticking his head out from behind the torn apart gunship they used as cover.

“Are you guys okay?” You throw your blade back into its place at your hip before shouldering your bow once more and jogging over to them, crouching behind the durasteel. There were twelve men hiding here but you only recognized Davis, Walker and Jensen who worked in this hangar.

“You gotta get out of here, Kid.” Jensen whispered to you. His normal gray mustache was now black from the soot, his normal cheerful smile gone. “It’s not safe!”

“No shit it’s not safe, the Seppies are here!” Another man you don’t recognize shouts. "We need to get the fuck out of here!"

“Keep your voices down.” You whisper back. You hear a patrol of droids approaching, their mechanical footsteps giving them away. You peer out, watching as a whole squadron walks by the massive doors, a few rows peeling off into the hanger. There were at least 20 droids heading your way. You clench your jaw and grind your teeth in annoyance. Of course my gut told me to run to my certain death, naturally! That bitch. Whatever, might as well take as many as I can out with me. No way I'm making it out of here unscathed.

“Shit, we’re all going to die!” Another man practically sobs. You hush them, waiting. The mechanical footsteps come to a stop just inside the building.

“You heard the commander, clear the hanger!” You watch the droid at the front wave their squadron forward and into the hanger opening.

“Can any of you fire a blaster?” You whisper to your group. Eleven of the men shake their heads in unison before Walker nods.

“I can.” He whispers back. You quickly pull yours from its holster and hand it to him. You peak back behind the ship to see the droids have made their way closer to the center. You look up to see another half assembled gun ship hanging right above the group.

“Okay listen to me. I’m going to draw them to me and away from you. You need to shoot the cables holding that gun ship up.” You gesture to the one. “The blaster should be enough to break the cables holding it up. The second the droids are down, you all run like hell to the hole in the fence. You think you can do that?”

“What about you?” Jensen asks, concern whirling in his deep brown eyes. He was the oldest of the group, probably in his early fifties. He always gave you food and any spare clothing he could find. He was a sweet and caring man. He was probably the one person you actually liked here.

“Don’t worry about me. You guys need to get out of here.”

“Are we really going to take orders from some trash?” One of the other men of the group speaks up, his face contorted with anger.

“If you want to die here, then be my fucking guest and stay. But this trash is trying to help, as well as took out the droids who were trying to kill you so I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and do as I say.” You growl. You look back at Jensen, nodding to him. “I’ll find you once this is over. Use the scrap piles to stay hidden.” He nods in acceptance but as you turn, Davis grabs your arm. You turn to look at him to see a soft smile on his round face.

“Thanks kid. Knew you weren’t so bad.” He smiles softly before letting you go. You smile back before slipping into the shadows once more.

The droids were turning over random crates in the room, looking for survivors when you strike. You find a place with some decent cover so you take aim. Shot after shot you fire from your energy bow, taking down as many as you can before ducking behind metal shipping containers.

“We’ve got a live one. Blast it!” Loads of blaster fire come flying past your hiding spot, embedding into the wall. You turn, firing more bolts into the small group before you hear the distinguished creaking of the gunship above.

“There’s more of ‘em!” You hear another droid call out. They spotted the small group and start firing at both you and them. You look over, watching as Walker attempts to shoot the remaining cable. He’s quickly getting flustered, his aim all over the place so you push back from your crouched position and start firing into the droids once more.

“Come and get me you fucking chipbrains!” You scream at the droids, drawing all their attention to you.

“It’s a girl!”

“What did she call us?”

“...I’m more than a chip!”

You fired bolt after bolt. Come on, Walker. You got this. You’ve probably taken down 15 of the droids,but they just kept coming like more were waiting outside. Sweat starts to pool between your brows as you try to keep the droids distracted. You hear more footsteps approaching the hanger and you hope it’s not more droids. You don’t know how much longer you could hold out here!

Finally Walker nails the last cable and with a groan the gunship comes crashing down, smashing all the remaining droids to pieces. You let out a deep breath and run back towards the hanger doors only to see rows and rows of B1 droids. They slowly turn, looking right at you.

“FUCK!” you scream as you signal the men to stay put. You turn to hide once more as the blaster fire comes in a steady stream past you but only to hear more ships approaching. You peek out to see 6 gunships with the Republic logo on the side land close by, letting off troopers. Immediately you feel a sense of relief crash over you.

“Clones!”

“Get ‘em!”

All the droids have turned away from you and have started marching towards the Republic troops. Now that they are distracted, you could get these men out of here. You wave them over to you with Jensen leading the way. “Go while they are distracted!” You point towards the hole in the fence you always used. "Get out of here! I'll find you when I can!" Walker tries to give you your weapon back but you shake your head. “Later. Go.” You give them cover as the men file out one by one, making a B line for the fencing. A droid turns when it hears the running but you quickly fire and take it down. Of course that draws the attention of it’s fellow B1 droids. You ready your bow, taking aim but before you could let your bolt off a very large Lasat drops in front of you and ignites a lightsaber.

“JEDI!”

The droids start firing at the tall Lasat, but he easily blocks their shots with the blue double bladed saber, twirling it effortlessly before reflecting the blaster fire to the droids. You turn to run, knowing the best thing to do in order to protect yourself is put some distance between you and this place but before you turn the Lasat turns and peers down at you with a raised eyebrow. You don’t know why or how, but something in you stops your movements. You blink up at him, frozen in place. He gestures to the rows of droids in front of him and you instantly know what he wants. You groan inwardly, knowing deep down it would be a dick move to leave this guy here to fight an entire fleet of droids. "Damn it" you groan before sighing and turn back towards the battle in front of you, drawing your bow. You fire at the droids, their fire solely concentrated on the Jedi and not at all concentrated on you. Before you know it, a gunship turns and flies towards you, dropping explosives on the rows of droids. The Lasat grabs you, pulling you into his chest and turns, shielding you from the blast. For some reason, right here, your body relaxes like it knows you don't have to be fearful of this being.

You don’t even have time to dissect that thought before he grabs your shoulders and pushes you away from his chest to look at you. You hear a gunship land behind you but you stay frozen in his stare. He looks you up at down, for what you have no clue but when his green eyes land back on yours, you see his gaze soften slightly.

Slightly.

“Get on the ship.” His deep voice rings in your ears. You blink a few times in confusion.

“Wait, what?”

"I will not ask again." He lowers his voice sightly. You furrow your eyebrows up at him, you lips dipping in a frown.

"I didn't hear you ask at all! I'm not getting on your damn ship!" You wave your hand towards the ship. "Look, I appreciate the rescue, but no thanks." You turn to leave but he holds you still.

"Get. On. The. Ship.” His voice is much more stern.

“Fuck no, dude! I’m not getting on the ship!” You shout back. Who does this guy think he is?! You turn to run, only to find yourself being held in place by some unseen force.

“Stop being difficult _____, get on the ship. I'm not in the mood for these games.” Wait, what did he just call me? Does he know me? Is that my name? I don't even remember my name. How does't a Jedi know who I am. Did the force tell him? Is that how that works? Panic bites at the back of your throat as the bonds keep you in place.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?! LET ME GO!” You struggle against your invisible bonds. “I NEED TO FIND THOSE MEN, THEY HAVE MY BLASTER AND I WORKED REALLY HARD TO GET IT!” Your chest is rapidly rising and falling. Your heart pounding hard in your chest as you continue to struggle to get free. "LET ME GO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!"

"You are safe now." WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! The large Lasat raises his wrist to his face as you continue to struggle, ignoring your request entirely as panic threatens to engulf you. “Commander Heat, do you copy?” He speaks into what appears to be a comm link.

“Yes, General. We pushed the Separatists back from the shipyard and are holding the lines. Scanners indicate more ships are on the horizon so aerial support is on it's way.” A deep voice with a slight accent comes through the com. It rings a bell, sounding almost familiar?

“Excellent. Please send a message to the temple. Take Cal and meet me back aboard the Albedo Brave.”

“Regarding what, sir? ”

He eyes you up and down, smiling softly at you as your heart rate hits an all time high. You barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. “Master Plo Koon’s lost padawan.”

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maeve-on-mustafar · 2 years

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Anakin Skywalker Appreciation Post: Lesser-Known Moments

So, Anakin has a lot of great moments I never see acknowledged, and I want to raise awareness of them.

First, I love how confident Anakin is in Obi-Wan. It reminds me a lot of a kid who's just awed by his big brother, and I think it's super cute. This panel is from the Obi-Wan and Anakin miniseries by Charles Soule, and I love its portrayal of their relationship.

On the morning of Anakin's thirteenth birthday, Obi-Wan had presented him with his Padawan gift. It was the gift that Qui-Gon had given Obi-Wan on his own thirteenth birthday, a Force-sensitive river stone. Obi-Wan was ashamed to remember how he'd been disappointed by the gift. He had been so young. He had wanted something significant, something like the gifts other Padawans had received — special hilts for their lightsabers or cloaks made from the lightweight, warm wool from the planet Pasmin. Instead, Qui- Gon had given him a rock. Yet that present had turned into his most valuable possession. The smooth black stone glowed with heat against his heart. It had warmed his cold hands on many planets. It had nestled inside a tiny pocket his friend Bant had sewn in his tunic, close to his heart. It was hard to give it up. But somehow he knew Qui-Gon would want him to. Unlike Obi-Wan's first reaction, Anakin's face showed deep appreciation. Then his expression clouded. "Are you sure?" he asked. "This was given to you by Qui-Gon." "He would want you to have it, as I do. It is my most treasured possession." Obi-Wan reached out and closed Anakin's fingers over the stone. "I hope it will be with you always to remind you of Qui-Gon and me, of our deep regard for you." Anakin's smile lit his face. "I'll treasure it. Thank you, Master." In many ways, Anakin was more openhearted, more generous than he had once been, Obi-Wan thought. Though there was a great weight on Anakin due to the prophecy, he was sure that Anakin would do well.

This passage is from Jedi Quest: The Way of the Apprentice by Jude Watson, where Obi-Wan gives Anakin the river stone that Qui-Gon once gave him.

One of my drives to make this post is because I once saw an ask on a different blog speculating that Anakin wouldn't appreciate this river stone, but Ahsoka would, and she and Obi-Wan could bond over it. That post broke my heart a little, because Obi-Wan did share the river stone with Anakin, and Anakin not only appreciated it, but was hesitant to accept because he knew fully what it meant to Obi-Wan. So I definitely wanted to include this moment.

This panel is from the Star Wars: Republic comics in Legends, and I believe it's the first designated instance of Anakin's moving meditation that he uses sometimes in Legends. I don't believe it's cropped up yet in canon, and I know he just meditates the normal way in the films. Still, I like that Anakin has this more unique form of meditation, and that he gets to share it and bond over it with Aayla.

This moment is also from the Republic comics, and I find it very cute. I love how quick Anakin is to compliment Aayla and that he genuinely wants to learn from her.

Anakin sat in the map room. He had activated dozens of holographic worlds at once. They swirled around him in their varied systems while dozens of voices told him facts about their climate, geography, species, and culture. The voices blended into an indistinguishable babble. It was an exercise he had invented to calm his mind. He drew the Force around him to help him concentrate. Then he tried to find the thread of one voice and follow it. As soon as he had, he would add another. He thought of the voices as layers in his mind, and he tried to keep track of what each voice was telling him, all at the same time. It was difficult and took tremendous concentration. But all the voices together filled up the space in his head and drowned out his own voice, his own feelings. So he would not have to think, only concentrate. Concentration is different from thinking, his Master had told him. When you are concentrating hard enough, you shouldn't be thinking at all. It was here in the map room that he had first understood what Obi-Wan had meant.

This passage is from Jude Watson's Jedi Quest: Master of Disguise. I love that Anakin has fashioned his own meditation style, and I think it makes a lot of sense for him. He's an inventor. If normal meditation isn't working for him, he'll simply invent one that does.

This is another moment from the Obi-Wan and Anakin miniseries, and I love how it highlights Anakin's resourcefulness and skill. I love that his talent for mechanics actually becomes a crucial element of the plot and allows him to swoop to Obi-Wan's rescue. He doesn't have a speeder or a speeder bike? Fine, he'll just build one.

It took Anakin a moment to realize that he had finished. Blinking, he scrutinized his diverse audience. Then the whistling began, and the hissing, and the coordinated knuckle cracking. He ought to have been pleased. Instead, he hurried to resume his place alongside his Master; head down, face flushed, trying and failing to hide his discomfiture. Someone was patting him approvingly on the back. It was Bulgan, bent and contorted, his face alight with pleasure. “Good sounds, Master Anakin, good sounds!” He put one hand to an aural opening. “You please every Alwari.” “Was it all right?” Anakin asked hesitantly of the man seated next to him. To his surprise, he saw that his Master was eyeing him with uncommon approval. “Just when I think I have you figured out, Anakin, you unleash another surprise on me. I had no idea you could sing like that.” “Neither did I, really,” the Padawan replied shyly. “I managed to find some inspiration in an old memory.”

A cool moment from The Approaching Storm by Alan Dean Foster: we find out that Anakin has a very good singing voice.

One interesting story arc from the Star Wars: Republic comics involves Anakin ending up on a war-torn planet called Jabiim with a group of fellow Padawans who were sent there by the Jedi Council because all of their Masters died. (It makes just as much sense in context.) With Obi-Wan also presumed dead (but not actually dead), Anakin and the Padawan Pack decide to make a suicidal last stand.

All of the Padawans except Anakin die horribly, and Anakin is only saved because Palpatine intervenes at the last minute. And then afterward, Anakin takes the time to memorialize each one of them.

I also like that Anakin does not forget about his friends who died, and later on remembers them, too.

I think it's noticeable that we never see any other Jedi mourn the Padawan Pack, but Anakin does. I don't think they ever even get so much as a mention from anyone else, but Anakin is disturbed enough by their deaths that he can look at other young Jedi and want to prevent them from sharing the same fate.

He no longer tried to block Skywalker's strikes but only to guide them slanting away; he could not meet Skywalker strength-to-strength—not only did the boy wield tremendous reserves of Force energy, but his sheer physical power was astonishing— And only then did Dooku understand that he'd been suckered. Skywalker's Shien ready-stance had been a ruse, as had his Ataru gymnastics; the boy was a Djem So stylist, and as fine a one as Dooku had ever seen. His own elegant Makashi simply did not generate the kinetic power to meet Djem So head-to-head.

This is the Obi-Wan and Anakin vs. Dooku duel from Matthew Stover's magnificent Revenge of the Sith novelization. It's a fantastic read that gives us enormous insights to Anakin's drive and motivation, and also this cool moment, where Dooku admits that Anakin is not only adept in Ataru, but the best Djem So wielder Dooku's seen in his life.

Time to end where we began: with Charles Soule's Obi-Wan and Anakin comic. I love this scene of Anakin giving his lightsaber to Obi-Wan. It's a beautiful moment. Anakin is mature, he's articulate, and even if he doesn't fully recognize how Palpatine is manipulating him at this point, he raises a very valid point regarding precisely how he entered the Jedi Order.

This is why I don't really jive with the "Anakin refuses to talk to Obi-Wan" argument I constantly see going around on Tumblr. Because . . . well, here we have Anakin having a conversation with Obi-Wan and doing a very good job of it.

And I love this scene that comes afterward, of Anakin being reluctant to take back his lightsaber and only doing so at Obi-Wan's reassurance. To me, this demonstrates that Anakin not only recognizes his responsibilities in the Jedi Order, but that he's not willing to go against their values as of this point.

He still wants to help--that hasn't changed. But he doesn't want to carry a lightsaber and call himself a Jedi when he doesn't feel like he can or should be a Jedi as of this point. And I love that this proves that Anakin can be a thoughtful and considerate person regarding Jedi traditions and philosophy.

Anyway, that's all of my underappreciated Anakin moments for now, but I'm sure I'll be back with others!

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