#Noorian

[diazuk-legacy]

Hey guys so I need your help to decide on a race for my Jedi Exile. I have eight ideas in total. These designs ain't finalize, they are just concept design.

#kotor #jedi exile #star wars #poll #Chalactan #Arkanian #Aruzan #Diathim #Bpfasshi #Noorian #Neti #art #concept art #concept design

[padawansuggest]

Is Kelleran a Noorian?

#the mandalorian spoilers

[thevibraniumveterans]

Ms. Marvel s01e05 - “Time and Again”

SPOILERS!

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Okay, few points

1. Though I cannot speak for people from cultures clearly not my own, I did feel a deep sense of anger when the British soldier told the locals to “go home”. Like, excuse me sir, you’re the foreigner.

Moving on.

2. One other thing I liked is that across these five episodes now, Kamala has been receiving bits and pieces of clothing that would soon become her (or inspiration for her) eventual outfit. She received her mask from Bruno, her vest from Waleed, and now the scarf from Kareem. Not to mention the bangle she sorta kinda inherited from her great-grandmother, so there’s that one too.

3. CAN WE TALK ABOUT KAMRAN. No, hang on, can we talk about his mom first. Najma calls out her son’s name right before she turned to ash as she tried to close the Veil, right? Then there’s this little seconds-long sequence where you see strands of the Noor (Light) snake it’s way to Kamran, knocking him to the ground. The captions state “Energy pulsating”. Kamran’s eyes glow the same way Najma’s and Kamala’s eyes glow, except with him, it’s blue. We then see him look at his hand, and it’s the exact same kind of hard light that forms around his fist (same as Kamala’s), only it’s blue instead of purple. And this is kind of inherent to him the same way it was inherent to Najma, the same way it’s inherent to Aisha and therefore Kamala as well. Remember a few episodes ago Bruno said to Kamala, “It looks like your power is coming from within you. The bangle unlocked the superhuman part of you.” It was the same with Kamran. He has the EXACT SAME POWER SET as Kamala does now. Kamala has her power set because she’s a human hybrid (Aisha was clearly not of this world), and Kamran has his power set because like Aisha, Najma is clearly not of this world either. But while Kamala needed the bangle to unlock her inherent powers that she inherited, Kamran received these powers almost by accident, but his body is receptive to the powers because he too, is not of this world, courtesy of his mother Najma. So essentially, both Kamran and Kamala have powers that originate from the Noor Dimension, because they have the same (or similar) origin story. Their ancestors came from the same place, the Noor Dimension. This actually fits in so well with their similar comics origins because there, they were both exposed to the Terrigen mists and so in the comics they are Inhuman, but here, in the MCU, Kamran and Kamala are pseudo-Noorians, if such a word exists. They have a foot in both worlds. They are simultaneously of the Noor Dimension and of Earth.

3. Okay, about Kareem. At the very end, when Kamala bids goodbye to Kareem, yeah? This little conversation:

Kamala: You know, I'm pretty sure a Pakistani goodbye is the opposite of an Irish one. Overstay your welcome and then ask if you could take home food.

Kareem: I have to go tell the others what happened. I figured you could use some time with your family.

Kamala: Are you gonna be okay?

Kareem: Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine. He'd be really proud of you.

Kamala: Thank you, by the way. For everything.

Kareem: You know, if you ever need anything, I'm just a call away. Although the U.S. government may or may not have several warrants out for my arrest, so…

Kamala: Wow. Well, I don't know how much more trouble I can get into after all this.

Kareem: Just in case. [The narration states, “He removes the red scarf from around his neck and drapes it over Kamala’s shoulder.”] For you. [The narration continues, “He walks away. Kamala eyes the fabric, then pulls it off her shoulder and holds it in both hands as she leans on the balcony railing, wearing a contemplative expression.”]

Why would the US government (well, the DODC but like) have arrest warrants out for Kareem, if what he says is true? He’s not the one with powers, and yet, YET when he first meets Kamala face to face in the station, he tells her point blank, “I sensed the Noor.” Does Kareem also have some sort of hidden ability? Would this, then, be why he suspects the DODC may target him? Also, if Kareem had sensed the light from within Kamala, it would mean that he’s sensed it a week earlier when Kamala first saw that vision during that AvengerCon. To be able to sense it, he must’ve been somewhere in the US as well, and maybe tracked her down all the way to Karachi. 🤔

#mcu #ms marvel series #kamala khan #iman vellani #bruno carelli #matt lintz #kamran #rish shah #kareem / red dagger #najma #nimra bucha #aisha #mehwish hayat #aramis knight #muneeba khan #zenobia shroff #Ms marvel ep 5 #ms marvel spoilers #what do you think? 🤔

[swrpartist]

Gimp again, this is a noorian jedi oc. Look great, I like her, she's more like the character herself.

#jedi #star wars #starwars #art #artists on tumblr #beginner drawing #sw rp

[spectral-musette]

A scene set during the year Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan spent protecting Satine Kryze: a morning that the padawan and the young duchess spend alone together does not go quite as planned.

(warning for unpleasant parasitic space-bugs)

~2000 words

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         Satine found a seat on a boulder on the grassy hilltop.

           Obi-Wan was fairly far along through his lightsaber practice, bright blue blade humming as he moved as though defending against an invisible opponent. The morning was cool, overcast, but he’d still stripped off his tunics and boots, his bare feet occasionally visible through the tall grass. It was a while before he noticed her, focused as he was on his saber play. He paused, disengaging the glowing blade and walking towards her, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

           “Did you want me?” he asked.

           She felt her cheeks flush and her pulse quicken. Did she want him, oh ancestors forgive, did she want him?

           But his expression was all innocence, even as a glittering bead of sweat rolled through the fine dark hair over his heart and along its narrow path down his lean belly. She’d seen him in this state of undress before, but fleetingly, changing tunics in close quarters. This extended view was allowing fascinating insight for her as a student of medicine. And art. She swallowed hard.

           “I came to tell you that Qui-Gon left, walked down to the village to barter for supplies,” she replied, surprised by how smooth and tranquil her voice sounded. “He said to tell you there’s a storm coming in.”

           He nodded, still breathing fast, and bent to retrieve his boots, belt, and neatly folded pile of clothing, shifting the rock he’d placed on top of them to keep the wind from taking them.

           “You don’t have to stop. I don’t think the rain will start for a little while yet.”

           “I’m not really accustomed to having an audience,” he demurred, tucking the folded tunics under one arm and draping his boots and stockings over the other as he started down the hill. She stood to follow, brushing off the back of the long cardigan she’d pulled on over her sleeveless tunic.

           “That can’t be true. Qui-Gon said, at home in your Temple, many Jedi gather to watch others at saber practice.” She caught up with his long stride in a few quick steps.

           “That’s… different,” he countered.

           “Because I’m an outsider? I didn’t mean to intrude.”

           Unless he meant the lustful taint she brought to spectatorship, but surely he’d experienced that before as well - his fellow young Jedi couldn’t be wholly immune to the effects of his beauty and grace, especially if he made a habit of practicing without his tunics.

           “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he hastened to assure her. “It’s just different.” He favored her with a self-deprecating smile, a dimple appearing in his smooth cheek. “It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m tempted to show off a bit when you’re watching.”

           She bit her lip to fight back a grin. “And you don’t show off for your friends at home?”

           “Sometimes,” he conceded. “But they know I’m doing it.”

           “And you think I didn’t?”

           “Well, you definitely do now.”

           “What if I said I didn’t mind that you want to show off for me?”

           “Well, it’s complicated,” he replied, thoughtful. “I don’t want you to think that I’m overly impressed with myself.”

           “I don’t think that. Even if you do swagger,” she teased.

           “I’m walking the only way I know how,” he defended against the familiar accusation.

           “Please. I’m a Mandalorian. I know a swagger when I see one.”

           “Will you be happier when it’s a limp? Because I think I just stepped on a thorn.” He paused, lifting his left foot gingerly.

           “You could’ve gotten dressed!”

           He shook his head. “Not until I wash up.”

           “Or put your boots on at least.”

           “Hindsight,” he sighed, dropping his clothes and boots on the grass and taking hold of his foot to examine it.

           “Is it a thorn?”

           He nodded, braid dangling over his bare chest as he attended to his injury. “I think so. But I can’t get a hold of it.”

           “Let me.”

           “It’s fine, you don’t have to…”

           “Oh just sit down, will you?”

           He obeyed, folding up his legs in a meditative posture that gave her a good view of his grass-stained foot. There was indeed a thorn right in the arch, so small that it was no wonder his close-trimmed nails couldn’t grip it. She pulled it free, a droplet of blood welling up from the tiny wound.

           “Blast,” he breathed. “My foot’s gone numb. I don’t think it’s actually a tho-“

           It shuddered between Satine’s fingers, jerking free and burying itself in her palm.

           She swore softly in Mando’a, reaching to pull it out again, but Obi-Wan stilled her hand with his. “Leave it for now, and get back to camp quickly. I’ll be right behind you.”

           Something in his tone kept her from arguing. She did as he ordered, glancing back over her shoulder to watch him limping along after her.

           Back in the shelter of the unassuming cabin built from old shipping crates that served as the Republic safe house, he stumbled in to retrieve the med kid and set it on counter of the kitchen unit, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic.

           “What is it?”

           “Bore-tick. They’re an invasive species, I had no idea they had a foothold here. They’re generally just a nuisance, but they can swarm if they smell enough blood.”

           “Charming,” she replied with a shudder. “So what are you doing?” she prompted as he opened the bottle.

           “They don’t release the toxin that makes you feel numb until they pull out. I’m hoping the antiseptic will kill it while it’s in there and deactivate the toxin.”

           “Hoping?”

           “Well it should be a short lived effect, anyway. Some species use them as a local anesthetic in traditional medicine.”

           He poured a splash of cold antiseptic into her palm, and she held the liquid, watching a tiny bubble form over the tick.

           Obi-Wan took a delicate pair of forceps from the kit, doused the ends in antiseptic, and tugged the long insect out of the wound on her hand.

           “Ouch!” she complained at the antiseptic sting.

           “So not numb, then?”

           “I wish.” She dropped the extra antiseptic into the sink and shook her hand dry.

           “You didn’t pick up any more when you were kneeling in the grass, did you?” he asked.

           She looked down, brushing at the knees of her trousers. “I don’t see any. You?”

           “I have an inkling,” he said with a pained expression.

           “Do you want me to check?” she asked, starting to step behind him.

           “Not really.” He turned, putting his back against the wall.

           She put her hand on her hip. “I’m a trained medic. I’ve pulled jetpack shrapnel out of more backsides than you can even imagine. Some of them were even as pretty as yours.”

           “Satine,” he complained.

           “I will be impeccably professional, I promise. Now, turn around.”

           She caught a quick glimpse of his flushed face before he faced the wall.

           “You’re in luck,” she told him, catching the twitching insect between the forceps and tugging it out of the fabric of the seat of his trousers. “You might’ve felt a pinch, but it didn’t make it through the layers.”

           “Good.”

           “I don’t see any on your back or your arms, either.” She examined him quickly, trying to ignore the appeal of his defined musculature, as she’d promised.

           “I don’t think they move very fast.”

           “Small blessings.”

           He took the forceps from her and returned to the counter, pouring the antiseptic over the tick.

           It seemed his hand was a little unsteady as the liquid continued to slosh out of the bottle. She put her hand on his, guiding the bottle back to the counter.

           “Not to be negative,” she said, “but your foot is looking… wrong.” It was swelling, purpling and blotchy.

           “Yes, well,” he replied, voice a bit strained, “reactions can vary.”

           Satine helped him over to one of the bunks before he lost his balance, then lunged for the pile of clothing he’d dropped by the door, looking for his commlink.

           “Qui-Gon,” she called into it.

           “Satine?” His voice sounded mildly surprised. “What’s wrong?”

           “Obi-Wan had a bore-tick in his foot. It’s turning purple and he’s …”

           “Get him in the fresher,” Qui-Gon ordered briskly. “Warm water, not too hot. The toxin will drop his body temperature, so you need to keep him warm. And keep him awake. I’ll be there as soon as I can with the antitoxin. Did you…”

           “In my hand, but I’m not having a reaction yet.”

           “Get in with him too, just in case.”

           “Will he be all right?”

           “I expect so, but do as I say.”

           Satine dropped the commlink and hurried to tug Obi-Wan unsteadily back to his feet.

           “Funny,” he mused, “Qui-Gon is usually telling me to take cold showers, lately.”

           “This isn’t the time for jokes.”

           “Who’s joking?”

           The water in the fresher warmed up quickly, and Satine stuffed Obi-Wan into the stall and climbed in after.  His knees started to buckle, but Satine propped him in the corner, draping one of his arms over her shoulder. She’d thought about taking off her cardigan before stepping into the water stream, but, upon further reflection, maybe it was for the best that at least one of them was wearing clothes.

           This was not exactly how she’d imagined sharing a fresher with him.

           She banished that thought quickly, directing the flow of water from the nozzle towards him. It might’ve been her imagination, but his skin did seem cool under her hands.

           “Fantastic job I’m doing of protecting you.”

           “Do you hear me complaining?” she inquired, nudging her forehead against his chest. His heartbeat felt strong, at least.

           “Satine.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”

           “You’re ridiculous. This isn’t your fault.”

           “Nor is it exactly how I planned our morning together,” he confided, chagrined.

           “Let me just ask,” she said, shifting to look up into his unfocused eyes. “Bore-ticks cause partial paralysis, lethargy, hypothermia, and swarm when they smell blood, but you classify them as a nuisance? What would you call dangerous?”

           “Venom-mites,” he replied, with just a hint of a dimple. “How’s your hand?” he asked, changing the subject.

           She shifted to a one-armed hold around his middle so she could get a look at it. “Bleeding a little. Feels like it has a hole in it.”

           “No swelling or discoloration?”

           “No. Do you think it used up all its toxin on you?”

           “Possibly. Or the antiseptic worked. Or your industrious ancestors cultivated immunity to the toxins of a wide variety of venomous creatures and included that in your childhood inoculations.”

           “That doesn’t sound unlikely. I’m rarely grateful for the questionable hobbies of my forebears, but I’ll make an exception this time.”

           “As will I.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

           “What did you plan?” she asked, tightening both arms around his chest again.

           “Hm?” He screwed his eyes more tightly closed.

           “For our morning together. Come on, Qui-Gon said you shouldn’t sleep. If you do, you’ll probably slip and I’ll drop you.”

           “Is that a threat?”

           “A prediction. Tell me what you planned,” she insisted.

           “I was going to invite you for a walk on the shore and ask if you liked Noorian epic poetry.”

           “I’m not familiar with any Noorian epic poetry. Do you think I’ll like it?”

           “I hope you will.”

           “Recite some.”

           “What makes you think I have anything memorized?”

           She raised her eyebrows. “Go on. Maybe it’ll keep you awake.”

           He took a deep breath, and she was temporarily transfixed by the rivulet of water tracing along his collarbone and down his chest.

           “For Thou art my lady

           And I swear all myself to thee:

           My arm to defend

           My hands to lift thee up

           My feet to carry me at thy bidding

           My ears to hear thy commands

           My eyes to watch over and adore thee

           My voice to counsel, comfort, and sing thy praise.

           My honor is thine by right

           And my soul for thy asking…”

           His voice faded to a murmur as he rested his cheek against her wet hair.

           “Does she ask?” she whispered.

           “Not at first.”

           “Don’t tell me. Tomorrow we’ll go to the shore, and you can read it to me.”

           “I think I’ll leave my boots on, though.”

           She smiled, looking up at him. He was a little pale beneath his faint spray of freckles, droplets of water from the nozzle spray glistening in his short hair. He smiled back, and he was so beautiful that it took her a moment to catch her breath.  “Me too.”

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #Obi Wan/Satine #obitine #I wrote a thing #Star Wars fic #long post #shout out to the clan kryze ancestors that were one-upping each other letting themselves get bitten/stung by venomous creatures #and then were like hey now we're immune to all these toxins #that could be helpful #and badass #I'm sorry the selection of Noorian epic poetry kinda sucks #it's because I wrote it #also I have written so much Obi-Wan whumping and I don't! approve! of this! #I swear I am going to write Obi-Wan having a nice time and not getting injured or sick

[rotschild]

Clashing with the Jedi Council.

Yoda (the turtle), Shaak Ti, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn, Padawan Obi-Wan, Tahl and Bant Eerin, mermaid versions.

#star wars #star wars prequels #sw #sw tcw #star wars the clone wars #jedi apprentice #jedi padawan #jedi council #Qui Gon Jinn #tahl #QUI GON #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #shaak ti #yoda #bant eerin #togruta #mon calamari #noorian #padawan obi wan #master and padawan #Padawan #quitahl #star wars mermaids #rotschild

[spookybutch]

my econ teacher said he hates hp he’s the most valid

#U TELL ‘EM PROF NOORIAN #college tag

[tessiete]

If you still take prompts: Rumors of the Duchess of Mandalore (bc patriarchal bs and misogynistic beliefs about female leaders) potentially getting married reaches Coruscant and Obi-Wan copes as well as can be expected. Cue sad boi sadness with maybe fluff at the end? Or go full angst I’m ok with either

I AM! I am still taking prompts, and I know this took a while to get around to because I’m also sloooooow at filling them. But here we are, dear anon. I hope you enjoy this little snippet! <3

THE GRAVITATIONAL DEFLECTION OF LIGHT

There is some silly, selfish part of him that he never outgrew, and like a weed in his gut it twists and writhes when he hears that the Duchess Kryze is to marry.

And suddenly, he finds himself thinking of her more often, and more frequently during situations where his attention would best be put to use elsewhere. In council, he is forced to ask Master Windu to repeat a question he’d failed to hear, his mind being drawn by the gleam of light off the Senate dome on the horizon. During a sparring match, he takes a hit he’d never have missed except that Anakin threatens to deliver him a close shave at the end of his saber, and he’s struck dumb by the memory of her hand upon his cheek. There are peace lilies in a vase in the Archives, and pure beskar changes hands in a deal he’s meant to disrupt at a Separatist camp, but by far the most egregious lapse comes in the midst of relief efforts in a small village on Taskeed. He is caught, for a moment, by the sight of a woman with blonde hair and a young boy on her hip turning away from him. His focus slips. A blaze of light flashes more quickly than he can see, and by the time he hears the retort of a blaster rifle he is already on the ground.

The clones close ranks around him. Cody kneels, calling in a medevac even as Obi-Wan tries to rise. 

“No, sir, stay down,” he says, laying one hand against his shoulder. Obi-Wan winces at the contact. His muscles strain at the effort, the nerves at the site of his injury ruptured and ragged.

“Cody,” he chokes out. “There’s a hostile.”

His second is a merciful man and makes no comment on the idiocy of that statement. Instead, he bites open a pain tab, and shoves it between Obi-Wan’s teeth. Then, so rapidly he has no time to protest, he removes his belt, and tears apart the fabric at Obi-Wan’s waist, sprinkling sulfa powder over the gory wound, and pressing a bacta patch down to cover it.

There is no more blaster fire to mark their passage back to the ship, but the wound is too serious to treat on board The Negotiator. He is sent back to Coruscant as a consequence of his foolishness.

There, he is dipped in bacta, where he doesn’t dream, and he spends the next week of his convalescence thinking of her.

It had never been this bad during their first separation. The months following her ascension to the duchy had been painful, that he cannot deny, and he spent hours in his room lonely, and self-pitying, but he had been a child then and he can forgive himself now of the folly of youthful indiscretions. There followed more than a decade between them and he had gone days, weeks - upon the outbreak of war even months - without thinking of her at all.

But with one touch of her hand, he’s fallen again, his resolve crumbling into dust as though his indifference to her were only a veneer grown thin and brittle with being stretched over so much time.

The Duchess of Mandalore is to marry.

Why should that matter to him? They are friends. Hardly that, and nothing more. And it was he who had defined those terms. So why should he be restless, and anxious, and fretted up like some craftsman’s handiwork at the thought of it? It is silly. It is demeaning - to her, and to him.

And yet...he wants to know.

Who is she to marry? And when? How did they meet? Is he a Mandalorian, like her? Or did she meet him here? Did they meet at the Senate while he walked in the Temple only a few klicks away? Have they much in common? Do his political aims match hers? Does he long for peace like she does? Will he stand by her side in upholding it? Would he die for it? Would he die for her? Does she love him?

She must, he thinks. She must love him. She would not choose him, otherwise.

And that, perhaps, is the cruelest thought of all.

He is confined to medbay with nothing to occupy his time but his holopad, his dispatch reports, and her when he sees a news story flash on his screen.

At Last! The Lily is Plucked

He cannot help himself as he reads about a chance meeting, a whirlwind romance, and plenty of private assignations held at various hotels and restaurants across Capital City. There are holos, too, and reels. He sees her leaving the Bal Silvestre on the arm of Corellian senator, Garm Bel Iblis.

Senator Bel Iblis is older than her, and seems a bit unkempt, his long hair pulled half back in a simple style. Obi-Wan knows of him by reputation, and heard him called a rake. His politics brand him a maverick, and a rogue, and he has been known, once or twice, to engage in backdoor negotiations in order to ensure a vote swings one way or another in his favour. Beside him, while he stands smug in his dark brocade, she shines. She is spotless. Luminous. They are not well matched.

He scours the net for more, and because he is looking, he finds it. There are many articles - hundreds. Some map out timelines of their courtship (they met years ago, apparently, at some gala held while Obi-Wan was still helping Anakin with Basic), some tell the history of their previous romantic entanglements (he was engaged to a woman now dead. She was once rumoured to be promised to a Vizsla. Obi-Wan’s name is not mentioned). Some merely provide pictures of their exploits, and comment on their mutual friends, making conjecture after conjecture about how their romance came to be, and what must happen next now that the flame has been rekindled. It is torturous. And tedious. And soon, Obi-Wan loses track of the details that appear in one article, and again in every other.

But one thing remains clear to him: Satine Kryze is going to be married. She has forever slipped his reach.

A reach, he pathetically reminds himself, he never intended to extend. All this self-flagellation is for naught. He is being ridiculous. 

So he thumbs off his pad, turns out the lights, and tries to sleep with the image of Satine, smiling and resplendent flickering in his mind. The next morning, feeling no better for the little rest he managed to steal, he deletes the history of his pad, and determines to feel absolutely nothing at all about Satine Kryze.

Then Padme comes to the Council and requests a padawan be sent to Mandalore’s aid.

It is Ahsoka who goes. Of course it is. He takes small solace in the fact that it had not been he who suggested her, but since she was assigned, he feels well within his rights to enquire about the Duchess upon her return.

“She seemed fine,” Ahsoka tells him. He has invited her for tea following her report to the Council, hoping he might, in his hospitality, coax a few more personal details from his grand-padawan. “I mean, there was a moment where Almec - that’s the Prime Minister, or rather was - anyway, there was a moment where he had her in a shock collar, but like I said, the cadets and I managed to sort it out.”

“Right,” he concedes. “As you said.”

A moment passes between them. Obi-Wan sips his tea, struggling to swallow as the fist around his throat grows tighter and tighter. Ahsoka, blissful in the aftermath of a successful solo mission, grabs another biscuit and a strip of perami gammon. 

“And tell me,” he ventures. “What of her - her consort? Any word of him? Where was he during this mess?”

“Her consort?”

“Her husband.”

Ahsoka scrunches her nose, and cocks a brow at Obi-Wan’s wild inquiry.

“She had a nephew,” she says. “But no one ever said anything about a consort.”

“Ah,” he says. “Perhaps he was occupied elsewhere.”

“Maybe,” she agrees, amicable and amenable to letting the whole thing slide. He only hopes she won’t think it significant enough to mention to Anakin later. His curiosity won’t be as easily sated with tea and deflection.

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He is not a lucky man.

Anakin comes blazing into his room with an ambitious stride, and a grin that speaks of imminent mischief.

“Heard you were asking Ahsoka about the Duchess’ consort,” he says, throwing his cloak over the back of a chair and dropping to lounge across Obi-Wan’s low couch.

“I was asking about her mission,” he corrects. He turns his back to set some water to boil, knowing that such an entrance by his padawan indicates a visit of extended duration. “And the key players, therein. Purely professional.”

“Purely.” Anakin smirks.

The subject is dropped when Anakin is diverted by the service being laid before him, and the inclusion of several of his favourite confections.

“Noorian memba tarts!” he cries. “Where did you even find these?”

“An old recipe,” Obi-Wan says. “But I remember you enjoyed them when we dined on Belasco and thought I’d try my hand at it.”

It is not a bad effort either, judging by Anakin’s display of enthusiasm. He eats the first with some degree of etiquette, but the fourth, fifth, and sixth are gone with no display of decency or shame whatsoever.

Obi-Wan sips his tea. He is thinking of Tahl while Anakin is thinking of the sweetness on his tongue, and making excuses for his absence the previous night.

“I’m sorry, Obi-Wan, but I was unavoidably delayed after the Senate recessed for the evening. I had to - to assist a delegate with a personal matter.”

Obi-Wan says nothing, but remembers how Qui-Gon, too, used to invent reasons to disappear unchecked. He invents nothing. He only cleaves to his duty, while time and fate conspire to keep him absent anyway. 

Anakin must hear something in his silence, because his expression loses the tension of equivocation, and he falls to studying Obi-Wan’s face.

“I was only teasing, master,” he says. “Before. I didn’t think to ask Ahsoka anything about the Duchess. She spent most of her time with the nephew, but he seemed a bright kid. Close to Satine. I can ask her to ask him if he knows anything -”

“Absolutely not,” says Obi-Wan. The words are soft, but definite. He rises swiftly to clear the detritus of their meal. “Thank you, Anakin, but Duchess Kryze is only a friend. I merely inquired out of a desire to assure myself that the report issued to the Council lacked nothing in the thoroughness of its presentation. I should hate to think that such a personal association might be overlooked as an avenue for effecting harm.”

“Oh.”

“But I thank you in any case. Ahsoka’s report was well done, and you should be very proud of your padawan,” he says. “As I am of you.”

He turns to Anakin then, smiling and benign. His padawan meets his look with a vaguely skeptical one of his own, before patting him on the shoulder, and shrugging back into his cloak.

“Alright, master,” he says. “I’ll let her know how thorough she was.”

“Goodbye, Anakin.”

“Goodbye,” his friend replies. Then, just as he crosses the threshold of the door and moves into the open hall, he looks back. “Oh,” he says. “There’s a quick supply run being made to Mandalore for relief in light of Ahsoka’s investigation. Scheduled for tomorrow, but unfortunately, I’m needed back at the Senate. I meant to ask - you wouldn’t mind making the trip for me, would you? You don’t even need to get off the ship.”

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There is nothing he can say to Anakin, so of course, as contrived and embarrassing as the whole thing is, he goes. And he does get off the ship.

Satine is there to meet him.

“Master Kenobi,” she says, extending her hand. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

He drops a brief, and reverential kiss then lets her go. 

“Cleaning up after my padawan and his padawan, it seems,” he says. “Apparently, a master’s work is never over. Congratulations on your recent engagement, Duchess. I hope you’ll both be very happy.”

The look which passes over Satine’s face is one he cannot decipher. He thinks she looks in equal parts shocked that he has heard, disgusted by his presumption in speaking of it, embarrassed by his boldness, and wearied by his presence. But she doesn’t deny it, so he makes his excuses to leave.

“Excuse me, Duchess,” he says. “But this was only meant to be a very brief visit, and I should prepare for departure.”

“Can you not stay for midmeal?” she asks, and he hesitates upon the precipice of her invitation. “Surely you don’t mean to tease me with a visit as brief as this? And surely your men would enjoy some rest and repast before you go?”

The troopers at his back shift, and he can feel their eagerness undulate in the Force. It would be cruel to deny them for the preservation of his own fragmented dignity, so he relents.

“Of course, your grace,” he says. “We would be most honoured.”

“Captain,” she says to the Protector at her right. “Have these men fed and watered immediately. The kitchens and my staff are at their disposal.”

He clicks his heels, and disappears, while she steps forward, and wraps her arm around Obi-Wan’s as though completely uncaring of any beau or consort or husband who might see.

“You, my dear master,” she murmurs slyly by his ear. “Are to be attended elsewhere, at my discretion.”

He does nothing to resist as she pulls him along.

Soon, they are at the Palace. Soon, they are sat at a small table in her private quarters, drinking Mandalorian kava, and eating freshly baked land’shun. Soon, they are alone.

She sets her drink aside, and dusts her hands on a fine silk napkin before broaching the subject trapped between them.

“Now, what is this about my nuptials?” she asks. Her blue eyes are steady upon his own, and he feels his palms slick with sweat. She is radiant. She is regal. There is no holo or reel or word that could do justice to the beauty of this woman in the flesh, and he feels that insidious root of jealousy writhe with agony.

“Satine -” he begins.

“No, no,” she protests, seeming to anticipate his deflection before he has begun. “I should like to hear why you think I ought to accept your congratulations, and why you felt you ought to offer them personally, in particular. Mandalore seems a rather dull trip for a High General to make.”

“I came in Anakin’s stead, actually,” he replies pertly. Another sip of kava lends some sophistication to this claim.

“Of course,” she says, but she does not look away. He can feel her gaze upon him. He can feel her glittering in the Force. She is laughing.

And he cannot bear it.

“Forgive me, your grace,” he says, rising to his feet. He sets the cup upon a saucer where it clatters inelegantly against the pot of sucre next to it, overturning the dish and sending the crystals spilling across the table. “Forgive me,” he says again. 

She lunges forward to right the pot, and still his hand beneath her own. For a moment, he doesn’t breathe. Then, he pulls away.

“I read about it on the net,” he says. “I saw the holos, and the reels. I only wanted to see you one last time, to see...I wanted to see that you were happy. That’s all.”

“Oh, Ben,” she says, his name like a sigh upon the breeze.

“It is nothing,” he says. “A foolishness all my own. I am sorry if I have troubled you, and I offer you my sincerest congratulations.”

He bows, though when he raises his head, his eyes do not rise with it, so he does not see the look of sorrow upon her face. Still, he imagines it as pity, and moves to make his escape. She is faster than he is. 

“No,” she says, standing between him and the door. “I will not accept your congratulations, and I will not accept your departure on such callous terms as these.”

“Duchess -”

“Ben,” she counters, leaning on the name. “I am not engaged. I am not married. And I do not intend to be, no matter how devoted to the idea of it you are.”

“I - devoted?” he asks, his voice rising to the height of his indignation. “I am devoted to no such thing. I have only - only been reconciled to it for weeks, thinking only of you and your happiness.”

“And your own misery, too, I’d wager.”

He chokes on his denial because he knows it is too big a lie to fit through his lips, and stares at her in dismay. She is smiling. Force, he thinks. She is incandescent. Like she has swallowed a star, and he can’t look away. He would that he could be consumed by her too, and finally, he gives in.

“Yes,” he says in an admission of guilt so great it brings relief. “I was miserable. I am, I think, an infinitely miserable person.”

“You are,” she agrees. “But I am not getting married, I am not engaged, and I am only as in love as I ever have been. And if you are foolish enough to forget that, then you are deserving of every misery you heap on yourself.”

“Have pity,” he begs.

“None,” she says.

“Have mercy,” he pleads.

“For you?” she says. “Always.”

They fall together like gravity and sunlight, and for a moment, whole galaxies bend to their will.

#my fic #prompt fill #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #obitine #garm's here #and anakin #and ahsoka #i mashed everyone in #star wars #fic #gffa

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

Tahl was a Noorian Jedi Master who was close to Qui-Gon Jinn. After their time together as Padawans, Tahl trained as a Jedi Consular and focused on work in the archives, although she was sometimes still called upon for other missions. Tahl was exceptionally acrobatic, strong in the Force, and wielded a blue lightsaber.

Source: The Essential Reader’s Companion (2012)

First Appearance: Jedi Apprentice - The Defenders of the Dead (1999)

#tahl #jedi #jedi order #qui-gon jinn #star wars #expanded universe #star wars legends

[baraste-legacy]

Star Wars/SWTOR Fan Art Collection Masterlist

A collection of SWTOR Fanart and Fanon-related reblogs, and a few fully attributed reposts (tentatively adding Tumblr-only orphaned art, too). Entries may contain adult themes. Each post’s last tags show the artist or author of the original work. More of their art in this blog can be found by clicking on or pressing their tags.

If tagged as "orphan art", it means the original artist is no longer reachable on Tumblr or elsewhere (or that my Google-fu has faltered. I'm eager to be corrected about those 🙂).

Searches might yield less results than tags, due to how Tumblr works. I suggest that, when you find something interesting out of a normal search, you look for such tags and use them immediately for more complete results, especially while using the mobile app.

In the case of popular characters such as a Darth Maul, Feral Opress, Asajj Ventress, etc., it's better to use their name tags, or their species tags without the "art" word (I'm sort of favoring OCs in the "art" ones).

These masterlists are a work in progress. If you can't find some XYZ term or item in them, try a tagged search (preceding the search term with a "#" hashtag character) such as "#XYZ art" (or without the "art", too).

Remember that, while in a custom themed blog (baraste-legacy.tumblr.com instead of tumblr.com/baraste-legacy), you can show the results of those links or any tag search in chronological order by adding "/chrono" to the end of the URL.

HELP THE ARTISTS: REBLOG THEIR ART!!! 🙂

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OTHER FAN ART REBLOGGERS AND COLLECTORS

SWTORpadawan: lots of SWTOR fan art, including great "orphaned" material they are saving from extinction.

SWTOR Fan Art Appreciation

SWTORHUB

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SWTOR COMPANIONS ART

(This section has been moved to its own post due to having reached the links per post limit)

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ART BY SPECIES

Indeterminate Species · aleena · anacondan · anomid · anzati · aqualish · arkanian · arkanian offshoot · arthurian · balosar · besalisk · bith · bothan · cathar · cerean · chagrian · chakrata · chandra-fan · chironian · chiss · clawdite · codru-ji · covallon · cyborg · dashade · defel · delphidian · devaronian · diathim · dug · duros · echani · elfish humanoid · er’stacian · espirion · evereni · evocii · ewok · falleen · farghul · feeorin · ferroan · firrerreo · fleshraider · fosh · gabdorin · gamorrean · gand · gank · gen'dai · gonk droid · gotal · gran · gryphon · gungan · harch · herglic · houk · human · hutt · hybrid · iktotchi · ithorian · jawa · kage · kaleesh · kalleran · kallidahin · kaminoan · karkarodon · kel dor · kessurian · kiffar · klatooinian · krish · kushiban · kyuzo · lannik · lasat · lupr’or · mikkian · miraluka · mirialan · mon calamari · mortis celestials · mouse droid · muun · nagai · nautolan · neimoidian · nelvaanian · nightbrother · nightsister · nikto · noghri · noorian · omwati · ongree · ortolan · palliduvan · pantoran · pau'an · pa’lowic · pyke · quarren · quermian · rakata · rattataki · reigat · rodian · roonan · samuac · sand people · sarkhai · selkath · selonian · sephi · shistavanen · sith pureblood · sugi · sullustan · sylphe · talz · tarsunt · taung · theelin · thisspiasian · tholothian · tholotian · tognath · togruta · trandoshan · trodatome · twi'lek · umbaran · vahla · voss · vurk · weequay · whipid · wookiee · wroonian · zabrak · zelosian · zeltron · zygerrian · Original Species Creations

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Darth Acina · Darth Arkous · Darth Bane · Darth Baras · Darth Caldoth · Darth Cognus · Darth Jadus · Darth Maladi · Darth Malak · Darth Malgus · Darth Malora · Darth Marr · Darth Maul · Darth Plagueis · Darth Revan · Darth Sidious · Darth Talon · Darth Thanaton · Darth Tyranus · Darth Vader · Emperor Vitiate · Darth Vowrawn · Darth Wyyrlok · Darth Zannah · Darth Zash

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Clone Wars characters · Darth Maul · Savage Opress · Feral Opress · Asajj Ventress · Obi-Wan Kenobi · Ahsoka Tano · Anakin Skywalker · Clones

Aayla Secura · Adi Gallia · Agen Kolar · Barriss Offee · Eeth Koth · Luminara Unduli · Mace Windu · Quinlan Vos · Shaak Ti

Star Wars Rebels characters · Kanan Jarrus · Hera Syndulla · Ezra Bridger · Garazeb Orrelios · Alexsandr Kallus · Arihnda Pryce · Grand Admiral Thrawn

Thrawn stories' characters · Thrawn · Ar'alani · Eli Vanto

KOTOR stories' characters · Revan · Malak · Bao Dur

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Star Wars/SWTOR 3D Art

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Interestingly tattooed characters and tattoo designs Star Wars Miscellanea

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All Worldbuilding Reblogs

The Sith Order · The Sith Empire

The Jedi Order · The Galactic Republic

The Devaronian Species The Sith Pureblood Species The Togruta Species The Twi'lek Species The Zabrak Species

• BadSithNoCookie's Worldbuilding Master Post. • FluffyNexu's Worldbuilding Master Post. • InquisitorHotPants's Worldbuilding and Constructed Languages Master Posts.

   MY SWTOR LEGACY

All Legacy Posts Baraste Legacy Masterlist

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STAR WARS/SWTOR 3D Art My SWTOR assets-based 3D Art (Images produced through the use of 3D assets extracted from SWTOR) A guide on how to extract and auto-assemble your SWTOR characters' models in Blender It's far easier than you think! 🙂

   A SWTOR ARTISTS DISCORD SERVER (NOT MINE!)

This might be of interest to both SWTOR/Star Wars fanartists and fan art appreciators: it's a Discord server that started life in 2019, hosting both fanartists you surely know by now (Spaceling, Moonlitalien, Luniara, Ahuska, Swevenfox, The Archnerd, Aphroditenx… Sorry to omit a ton of other great people there) and their patrons and admirers, plus folks that are dabbling at this or just giving it a try:

It's a nice place, well moderated. The usual detours aside, the theme is Star Wars/SWTOR art and artists-centric. You can interact with the artists, ask for advice, post your own art and your commission data if any, or use the directory and galleries to find who to commission for art. (I'm just an admirer there that was somehow invited and later allowed to start a little 3D corner 😅)

#swtor art #swtor fanart #star wars art #star wars fanart #masterlist #swtor 3d #swtor #star wars #fan art #fanart #worldbuilding #masterpost #art #3d swtor #swtor oc #swtor artists discord server

[dalekofchaos]

What if Qui-Gon Jinn lived and trained Anakin?

Much like my what if Mace trained Anakin post, I will be doing it for if Qui-Gon trained Anakin.

First of all, let’s say Qui-Gon did not allow Maul to bump him with the hilt of his lightsaber. Qui-Gon successfully manages to cut Maul in two much like Obi-Wan did on Rebels.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan rejoice as the Sith Lord has been vanquished. Qui-Gon knows this isn’t over as the master is still out there.

Obi-Wan will be knighted and Qui-Gon will be allowed to train Anakin despite the Council’s warning.(fuck Yoda tbh)

It's obviously speculation, but I'm going to say that Qui-Gon would have managed to keep Anakin from falling to the Dark Side.

Anakin's core problem was that he wasn't a good fit for the Jedi Code. Anakin was a very passionate person, and he wasn't able to suppress his emotions and remain detached. Despite the teachings of Orthodox Jedi doctrine, it's not true that all emotion leads to the Dark Side - positive emotions such as love and joy belong to the Light. If Anakin could have been taught to sublimate his emotions rather than suppress them, he would have been able to handle his anger and anxieties issue much better. Moreover, if he hadn't felt like he needed to hide his marriage to Padme, he would have been able to go to the other Jedi with his concerns, rather than to Palpatine.

Unfortunately, the prequel-era Jedi Order had become rigid, dogmatic, and arrogant. They were absolutely certain that their way to the Light was the only way, and they kept try to force Anakin to follow a path that he just wasn't suited for. It took twenty years and two civil wars before Anakin was finally able to follow his passions to the Light.

Qui-Gon was known as a maverick Jedi, and I always got the impression that if anyone in the Order could have taught Anakin how to handle his emotions, it was him. Qui-Gon was very much a pragmatic, in-the-moment sort of person, who wouldn't let detachment blind him to the realities in front of him, and the reality was that Anakin simply couldn't do it the Jedi way.

Regarding Anakin’s training. I believe Qui-Gon is the only one who could have saved Anakin from the dark side.

Qui-Gon Jinn was notoriously known as a maverick Jedi. His own master, Count Dooku, was also known to buck commonplace trends of the Jedi Order. Jinn frequently challenged the status quo of the Jedi High Council and was a consummate student of the Living Force.

He did not subscribe to all of the notions within the Jedi Code and sought to find his own answers instead of merely accepting what he was given by his High Council masters.

It was his challenging mindset that ultimately precluded Qui-Gon from becoming a member of the High Council and considering how things eventually developed for the Jedi, being totally decimated by one of their very own, perhaps Qui-Gon Jinn’s ”outside-of-the-box” way of thinking could have prevented that devastation.

In the comic Star Wars: Age of Republic:Qui-Gon Jinn, it showed that Qui-Gon placed his faith in the force over that in the council. The Jedi Master's doubts and true intentions are finally explained. Qui-Gon didn't fail to notice the Dark Side boiling up inside of Anakin Skywalker: he believed that darkness was exactly what was needed to bring balance to The Force. Showing once and for all that Anakin could have brought peace to the galaxy... if Qui-Gon Jinn had trained him. But for all their talk of "balance" the Jedi Order of the Star Wars movies had grown rigid in their prejudice. And in the pages of Star Wars: Age of Republic: Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi's crisis of faith long before The Phantom Menace is finally shown. Not to overstate it, but Qui-Gon seems to realize what no other member of the Jedi Council is noticing: that they have lost their vision. And to get his back, he leaps blindly into hyperspace with only The Force to guide him, and accepts the lesson it has to teach him. On an alien world teaming with both life and deadly, "dark" growth, Qui-Gon communes with The Force. Sensing both the life-giving Force and the darkness to balance it, he awakens from his vision to see that the darkness has been driven back. Light triumphed over it, returning true "balance, but through a means beyond conflict." The lesson sticks, and Qui-Gon returns to the Order keeping this knowledge to himself. The Jedi believe the Dark Side to be resisted by any means necessary... but only in the face of darkness can light restore the balance. A principle that clearly occupies Qui-Gon's mind when discovering a small slave boy on a planet called Tatooine. The lesson taught by The Force was clear, so when he, of all possible Jedi, happened across a boy conceivably born of The Force itself, Qui-Gon knew it was no accident. As he tells the Jedi Council in Episode 1, "It was the will of The Force, if that I have no doubt."

Qui-Gon and The Council believe in two different things when it came to “Bring balance to the force”. For the Council, it means The Force has produced a champion to vanquish the darkness, leaving only the light. While Qui-Gon's encounter with The Force has shown "balance" to be the acceptance of darkness, so that light might overcome it. The Council senses the potential for the Dark Side in Anakin, and views it as a threat. Qui-Gon would have sensed the same, but understand Anakin's potential for darkness was the entire point of The Force's lesson (and by extension, the prophecy).

Qui-Gon saw the problem with the Jedi. They stopped serving the force and only served the will of The Republic. Qui-Gon expresses that very concern to Master Yoda (who, despite his wisdom, fails to consider it). After a rescued dignitary wonders why Qui-Gon didn't let his blade do the talking, he realizes just how far the Jedi Order has strayed from their intended mission. Qui-Gon argues that "our actions are a reflection of our purpose." That years spent enforcing have made the Jedi think like enforcers, until even Yoda can not see the danger Qui-Gon does before them: that "violence sows the seeds of the Dark Side. Unchecked, the Jedi could become that which we fight against." Stay blind to this reality too long and it would be possible for the Jedi to, say, march into the office of the democratically appointed head of the Republic to kill him in the name of defeating darkness - giving even a good man reason to think that from his point of view, "it is the Jedi who are lost."

The comic makes it clear that Qui-Gon kept his newfound understanding of The Force and the Dark Side to himself, raising the fact that the Jedi must remain more flexible and open to changing beliefs than their ancient enemies, the Sith. But after meeting resistance from his own Jedi Master, concluding the chat by conceding to Yoda's (Sith-like) absolutes concerning the Dark Side. Just in case anyone needed a bit more proof that Qui-Gon Jinn was the only Jedi who could possibly have understood how to train and educate Anakin in the truth of his power. And, let's not forget, fulfill his destiny as the One to restore balance to the galaxy "through a means beyond conflict."  At least, that's assuming The Force really did create him, imbue him with both light and darkness, and drop him into the lap of the one Jedi Master who could help him truly restore balance, knowing his darkness was to be understood, not branded as bad, wrong, flawed, and to be ignored until it consumed him. Now the only question to consider is how much Darth Sidious may have sensed the will of The Force himself, sending his apprentice Darth Maul to kill Qui-Gon before he could serve his purpose. The death of Qui-Gon Jinn was always heartbreaking for fans, but will be doubly tragic, now that Star Wars fans know The Forces hopes for Anakin Skywalker died along with him.

If Qui-Gon had lived to train Anakin himself, that lesson would almost certainly have proven true. Because by that point, even Qui-Gon had come to realize what Anakin eventually would: that the Jedi had lost their way.

Let’s talk about the Legend of Qui-Gon Jinn. I’ll hit some key points, but you should read his Wookiepedia page sometime. He’s one of the characters that’s filled out more in the Legends material than the movie itself, so there’s quite a few points you might not be aware of:

Apprentice of Dooku, great swordsman, and holdout believer in the philosophy of the Living Force

One of those unfortunate Jedi Masters, along with Mace Windu, who has trained a Padawan that lost it and went Dark

Recognized and reputed for his abilities to teach and train

Trained two Jedi, including one that was arguably too old to be a Padawan anymore (Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Loved another Jedi—A blind Noorian by the name of Tahl who was Head Archivist—but they agreed to decline acting on it despite mutual feelings

Suffered from visions of Tahl’s potential death, just before she goes on a mission and disappears for 3 weeks…

Eventually gets sent after her, finds her captive, and witnesses her death…narrowly too late to save her.

Slips into depression, then almost loses it in rage and desire for revenge…

Sensing a pattern yet? Qui-Gon is just about the only Jedi in the universe that could hear EVERYTHING Anakin went through and honestly say “I understand, and I know how you feel”

Whereas most of the Jedi just tell Anakin his life will be better if he lets go, Qui-Gon would have concrete advice for him and could sympathetically say he’s been through the same situations. They would have bonded over Anakin’s worst emotional moments. They could have had honest conversations about how nebulous those feelings were. Qui-Gon could help the younger boy sort those feelings out and get to the core values behind them. And he’d have been able to help Anakin make the right choices while he was calm, rather than having the wrong choices leak out of him under stress.

He might have also warned Anakin about the possibility of dreams being self-fulfilling prophecies… but also Qui-Gon would’ve given Anakin the idea that doing something about it (other than letting go) is a valid option. When Ahsoka was troubled by the possibility to losing someone close to hear, Yoda tells her meditate on it. with Anakin, it’s all about the dark side. Qui-Gon would’ve heard him out and who knows, Qui-Gon and Anakin would’ve saved Shmi together if Anakin had Qui-Gon to confide in.

Beyond that, I think learning the Living Force would have been important for Anakin, because his natural personality fit its tenants better than the Unifying Force view of the other Jedi:

All living things are connected, and we should be mindful of how we impact one another

“Mom, you said that the biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other.” — Anakin, in The Phantom Menace

“Why do I have the sense that we’ve picked up another pathetic life form?” — Obi-Wan Kenobi in The Phantom Menace, clearly not thinking like his Master or Anakin does

Qui-Gon is noted in the Legends as constantly annoying people — including his Master Dooku as a Padawan—with his convictions about saving other living creatures from bad situations. So Obi-Wan’s comment wasn’t just referencing Jar-Jar…

Live in the moment, rather than focusing on the future. Be mindful of the future and consequences, but remain focused on the present.

Anakin often worried about the future too much, particularly with his dreams. Even having someone there that could urge him to think about what he could do now, might have helped him calm down.

Rely on your instincts

Skywalker was always instinctive, and it shows in how he pilots. He can learn the controls to almost anything in 5 minutes tops, and he can intuit what’s wrong or off about a machine and adjust for it. Likewise, he’s the same in physical combat — an instinctive natural with a blade. Anytime he stops thinking and just goes, he’s good…

Obi-Wan often tried to get Anakin to avoid acting on his instincts and follow a plan. He called on Anakin to think coherently, and to focus on strategy…Anakin never really took to it very well, and frequently charged in, falling back on instinct when he was stressed.

Qui-Gon would instead have tried to get Anakin to hone his instincts. Double down on your ability to use your senses and listen to them…learn to assess the situation in front of you fully, so that you don’t miss details. Then, be the best YOU can be, and stop worrying about everything else.

Qui-Gon was a Jedi experienced with a Padawan going astray, so he would no doubt have been sober and measured in his approach to training Anakin. But, he lived his life with compassion as a major tenet, so he would have done everything in his power to hear the boy out and not have him feel alone. He also is unafraid to disagree with the Council, so he’d stand up for the boy when he thought the approach they wanted to take was not a good one. Qui-Gon would have been a great influence on Anakin, leading him to believe that you can both disagree with the Council AND still have respect for them.

That, and Anakin’s trust in him, lead me to think he might have confided in QG about some things that he instead took to Palpatine. Can you imagine how differently things go if Anakin talks to Qui-Gon about Padme? In my mind, I see a big scene after Attack of the Clones, where Qui-Gon helps Anakin sort through his needs and wants, and perhaps urges him to leave the Jedi Order and go have his family.

What exactly does Anakin need to be a Jedi for at that point? Go be Lost Jedi #21, and live a happy life. Or, if you still want to fight, take a moment and decide what’s the best path forward for your family. One honest conversation here might have helped Anakin come to some convictions, rather than spinning in a confusing downward spiral later on. He would have felt much less cornered and confused in most of his situations, had he had a father figure in his corner that understood the way he thought and felt about things.

Also, having a few more Living Force thinkers might have helped them realize that the only person who really had anything to gain from both the Naboo Invasion and the Clone Wars WAS Palpatine…he could have garnered much more suspicion early on. Qui-Gon might have noticed how much the Jedi Order was shifting in the midst of the war, and would have actively fought to bring that to people’s attention and urge the Council to do something about it in a productive way.

Look at how much Qui-Gon’s existence messed up Palpatine’s plans in The Phantom Menace. I am firmly convinced that Qui-Gon’s continued existence would have been a major threat to the rest of Palpatine’s plans. He knew how the other Jedi thought. He apparently didn’t have the same read on the sort of tactics Qui-Gon used. Chances are, Palpatine would have to orchestrate a situation to specifically take him out of the picture, or watch large swaths of his plan get foiled.

Now since we take this all into account, let’s go into what would change in canon

Qui-Gon would train Anakin in the Lightsaber Form IV Ataru and Anakin would master it beautifully

Anakin and Obi-Wan would become friends throughout Anakin’s training. 

Qui-Gon and Anakin would’ve saved Shmi from the Tusken Raiders as Qui-Gon would’ve wanted to enact on Anakin’s visions, The Council be damned

Qui-Gon would have complete faith in Anakin protecting Padme, while Qui-Gon would seek the aid of Obi-Wan in investigating Kamino

Qui-Gon would confront his old master, Dooku

As they reach Geonosis, I do believe Qui-Gon would send Obi-Wan back to contact Anakin and The Council about his and Qui-Gon’s findings

Qui-Gon would be captured in Obi-Wan’s place

Qui-Gon would be confronted of his old master, Dooku. He is in disbelief that his master turned to the dark side and tried to have Padme assassinated. He rejects his offer of joining him and the Separatists.

Because of Qui-Gon’s training, Anakin is more calm and less headstrong. Together they would take Dooku. Dooku knows the fight will turn in the Jedi’s favor, so he attacks Anakin’s weak points and uses that against Qui-Gon. So then we have Dooku and Yoda’s fight which remains the same.

As The Clone Wars rages on, Ahsoka would become Obi-Wan’s apprentice

Anakin and Ahsoka would be close friends

Qui-Gon would be trying to stop the war, he would be much like the Padme of the Jedi Order

Qui-Gon would be spending the majority of The Clone Wars to getting to the bottom of the source of The Clone Wars, while helping Anakin

Qui-Gon and Padme are pretty much Palpatine’s biggest thorns in his side, they are fucking his plans up left and right. 

With Qui-Gon by his side, Anakin would not lose his cool against Clovis

Both Qui-Gon and Anakin would believe Ahsoka, when Obi-Wan and the Council have abandoned her

What happened to Ahsoka and Barris betrayal showed Qui-Gon that this war has gone too far and the Jedi have betrayed themselves. He goes to Anakin, Obi-Wan and Padme. With the truth. Palpatine is Darth SIdious, the very man behind everything. He tells them all we must expose him in front of the Senate and “Execute Order 65″ while on Kamino, Qui-Gon learned all there is to know of the contingency orders. And knows this is the only way to bring the Sith down. "In the event of either (i) a majority in the Senate declaring the Supreme Commander (Chancellor) to be unfit to issue orders, or (ii) the Security Council declaring him or her to be unfit to issue orders, and an authenticated order being received by the GAR, commanders shall be authorized to detain the Supreme Commander, with lethal force if necessary, and command of the GAR shall fall to the acting Chancellor until a successor is appointed or alternative authority identified as outlined in Section 6 (iv)."

By ROTS, Anakin and Qui-Gon would faced with Dooku, while Obi-Wan goes to find Grievous. As Anakin cuts his hands off, Qui-Gon wakes up and thanks to his teachings, Anakin would not execute Dooku. Anakin does not see the value of executing the leader of the Separatists and the information he could tell. Qui-Gon would tell how proud he is of his padawan. 

Obi-Wan would’ve killed Grievous on the Invisible Hand. 

At this point Palpatine is shaking in his boots. Qui-Gon Jinn is still alive and dangerously close to exposing the truth. General Grievous is dead. Dooku is held captive. 

This is the plan of Qui-Gon Jinn. Expose Palpatine to the public. He knows the Jedi confronting him directly would be turned against them, the Jedi would be on high alert and be watching for any type of assassin or bounty hunter. Dooku tells the truth to all. Dooku declares “my lord, you have lost” “no, no no YOU HAVE LOST” Palpatine states before executing Dooku with force lightning. Anakin, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Yoda and Mace rush to face Palpatine. As they face the Sith Lord, Padme broadcasts this to every Clone. “Execute Order 65.” Every Clone Trooper would be ordered to arrest or kill Palpatine. Any clone who dares to approach Palpatine is disintegrated by Palpatine’s Force Lightning. In the end it is Anakin and Rex who kill the Sith Lord. The war is over. Balance has been brought to the force and the Empire is over before it can begin

The Council is reformed. They finally see their ways have blinded them and embrace Qui-Gon and Anakin’s way of thinking. They see the value of attachments and admit they were wrong about Anakin

Qui-Gon is at peace knowing he helped train the chosen one and brought balance to the force. Anakin is allowed to have a family and be granted the rank of master. He lives in bliss knowing his visions never came to pass. Luke and Leia are born. The Clone army have disbanded and are allowed a life beyond duty. Padme has become Chancellor of the Republic and will usher in an era of peace and freedom for the Galaxy.  

#Star Wars #Qui Gon jinn #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Darth Sidious #Count Dooku #Shmi Skywalker

[hawkeykirsah]

The Crystal, the Blade, the Jedi

Characters: Padawan fem!Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon Jinn, others Rating: Teen and up for language Words: 3115 Summary: After losing her lightsaber on the previous mission Obi-Wan has to ask the Council to allow a trip to Ilum so she can build a new one. Will everything go smoothly?

1.

Chewing her lip, Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon meekly to the Council chambers to give the mission report. The mission to oversee negotiations to form a government between two opposite factions had been a success, apart from one little detail. Or not so little, from her point of view. After all, she had lost her lightsaber. Yes, they had caught the insurgents trying to sabotage the negotiations, but why was it that their diplomatic missions always ended up with them chasing criminals through factories or mines or crowded public spaces? And why did she have to be so unlucky?

This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, she was sure of it. 

Qui-Gon’s only response had been “Let’s hope the Council will let us take a trip to Ilum before sending us on our next mission. Or I’ll have to go alone while you stay at the temple until the initiates are slated for their trip, and then you go with them.” 

Staying back at the temple while her master went on missions just because she had lost her lightsaber? The thought alone made her insides squirm. She would surely be everyone’s laughing stock.

She hurried to keep up with the tall Jedi’s long stride but every now and then he slowed down just enough that she didn’t have to break into a run. He finally came to a stop in front of the Council doors and turned halfway around. “Remember what I told you last night when we got back. I’ll give the report, but you request permission for the trip to Ilum.”

Obi-Wan shuffled uncomfortably. “Yes, master.”

She followed Qui-Gon into the chamber, standing a step behind him and one step to the right while he gave the report. It had essentially been a simple mission without any complications, but that just made her dilemma all the more embarrassing.

“All, that is, Master Jinn?” Yoda asked.

“From my side, yes,” Qui-Gon stated, folding his hands. “Though my Padawan has a request.” He stepped aside.

Obi-Wan shot him a quick glance. Then, ears burning, “Would it be possible for Master Jinn and me to take a trip to Ilum before our next assignment?”

Her voice wavered slightly, but didn’t break.

“Ilum?” Yoda asked. “Special reason for this there is, young Obi-Wan? Hmmmm?”

She looked down at the floor and mumbled, “I lost my lightsaber.”

Couldn’t the floor open up and swallow her? Surely no padawan had ever been in such an embarrassing situation.

“Tell us what happened, Padawan,” Master Sinube said.

She looked up at the Council. “It fell into a melting pot. It was hooked to my belt but it got stuck somehow when I tried to squeeze through a gap, and the clasp came undone.” 

“You saw it fall into the melting pot?”

Obi-Wan nodded miserably. “I tried to catch it, but it bounced off the walkway and out of my reach.” She wished Qui-Gon would say something, but her master simply stood there, listening silently.

“Did you try catching it with the Force?” Master Mundi asked.

“No,” she whispered, flushing even more. “I … didn’t think of that.” She fell silent, waiting for the Council’s decision.

The Council members glanced at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Master Yoda sat motionless, fingers resting atop of his gimer stick. Time stretched and Obi-Wan tried hard not to fidget, watching some shake their heads minutely. Her stomach dropped. They wouldn’t let her go. She would have to stay at the temple until the next group of initiates went to Ilum and practice her saber forms with a training saber like a youngling. Qui-Gon would be sent on missions without her and she would have to do her saber practices with a borrowed weapon. Finally, they reached a consensus and nodded, some more reluctantly than others.

“Granted your request is,” Yoda said, opening his eyes.

“Thank you, masters,” Obi-Wan replied, bowing. She caught Qui-Gon’s gaze. He nodded once and they took leave from the Council, returning to their quarters. Obi-Wan cast a quick glance at Qui-Gon Jinn. Still her master said nothing, made no further comment. She wasn’t sure why but the lack of criticism almost rankled more than if he had admonished her.

“We will leave for Ilum in the morning,” Qui-Gon told her as they stepped into their quarters. When there was no reply he finally looked at her. His padawan stood dejectedly next to the door looking much like a bedraggled tooka. “Obi-Wan,” he sighed, “you’re not the first padawan to lose your lightsaber and you’re certainly not the last. The whole thing has taught you something, hasn’t it? Next time you know to check your saber clasp after attaching your lightsaber to your belt.”

“Yes, master,” came the subdued answer.

Qui-Gon placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come, I’ll make us something to eat and you can ask your friends for the coursework of the past week so you don’t have to make up even more when we return. And after that we prepare for Ilum. We might have to stop at the quartermasters. I think your winter cloak could be too short.”

“Can I go ask Bant? I don’t know if Garen, Reeft, or Quinlan are here,” she asked. Reeft and his master had left the same day they had and she knew the other two were also gearing up for new missions.

“Certainly,” Qui-Gon replied. “I’ll let Tahl know you’re coming. Don’t be too long.”

Obi-Wan took off, racing to her friend’s quarters as quick as decorum allowed. Bant was already waiting when Obi-Wan rang the bell, bouncing happily up and down at seeing her friend.

“Obi-Wan! When did you get back?” the young Mon Calamari asked excitedly. “The last few days have been so dull! You missed Garen. He and Master Rahra left for a mission three days ago, but Quin and Reeft are due back soon.”

Obi-Wan smiled briefly at her friend, stepping inside. “We got back last night but we’re heading out again tomorrow.”

“What? So soon?” Bant exclaimed.

Obi-Wan shuffled her feet, her fingers tangling with her padawan braid. “Yeah.” 

“How come?”

“Obi-Wan, is that you?” Master Tahl Uvain called, stepping out of the fresher. “Don’t stand at the door, come in and sit down for a moment. Qui-Gon told me of your little mishap,” the Noorian Jedi said kindly, “and he said you’re taking it much too hard. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Bant stared at her friend. “Obi? What happened?”

“I lost my lightsaber,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “I didn’t hook it onto my belt properly and it fell into a melting pot and, well, melted. We’re heading to Ilum tomorrow so I can find a new crystal.” She looked at Bant imploringly. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

Bant nodded solemnly, “Not a word.”

“Thank you. Could you give me the coursework I missed?”

“Sure, hold on.” Bant went to her room and reappeared a few minutes later, handing Obi-Wan a small stack of data pads. “I think this is everything.” 

“Thank you, Bant. I’ll try to get it done by tonight.” She pulled her friend into a hug and then turned to Tahl, bowing. “Master Tahl.”

 The blind Jedi tutted. “I can hear you bowing, Obi-Wan. Stop that,” she said, pulling Obi-Wan into a hug of her own. “Don’t fret, and good luck on Ilum. And tell Qui-Gon I want you both over for dinner when you get back.”

+++

The trip to Ilum was uneventful. Obi-Wan hadn’t managed to catch up with all the coursework in one afternoon, so she had taken the remainder along. Apart from finishing the coursework she had meditated with Qui-Gon and done her duties aboard the ship. Now she sat in the co-pilot seat watching the icy planet grow larger in the viewscreen. She gazed at it apprehensively.

“Nervous?” Qui-Gon asked without taking his eyes from the planet ahead.

“A little,” she admitted, trying to focus on their entry of Ilum’s harsh atmosphere.

Qui-Gon glanced at her. “Trust in yourself, Obi-Wan, and trust in the Force. It means you no harm. You managed as a youngling, and you will succeed again.”

She nodded, returning her attention to her workplace as Qui-Gon began the approach for Ilum. As soon as the ship entered the atmosphere shear winds began jostling it. Qui-Gon kept a tight grip on the controls, guiding the vessel to its landing spot near the temple.

The ship touched ground with a soft thud. Obi-Wan grimaced at the swirling snow outside and went aft to dress accordingly before heading for the airlock. Qui-Gon stepped next to her, also dressed in a warm tunic and a thick, warm winter cloak. He pulled on his gloves. 

“Ready, Padawan?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, eyeing the frosty planet with mild distaste.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the entry hall,” Qui-Gon told her. Obi-Wan nodded, and together they stepped on to Ilum’s icy surface, crossing the snowy plain before them to enter the temple. The doors swung open, and they stepped inside. Qui-Gon placed his hands on her shoulders and she looked up to meet her master’s gaze. “Remember, trust in the Force. Let it guide you and don’t give in to your fears.” He smiled. “But you know all this. After all this isn’t your first visit to the caves.”

“I know, Master,” Obi-Wan returned, not especially liking the reminder.

“Good. I’ll be waiting here.”

Hesitating briefly, Obi-Wan glanced back over her shoulder before entering the tunnel labyrinth. Qui-Gon stood there, tall and imposing, but with a small, encouraging smile on his face. She turned again, facing the tunnel. With a soft grinding sound the entrance to the tunnels closed behind her, engulfing her in darkness. She stood rooted to the same spot while her eyes adjusted to the new light conditions. Light shafts filtered daylight into the tunnels, bathing it in a dim glow. Ice crystals glittered in the pale light.

Closing her eyes, Obi-Wan reached out tentatively with the Force, listening for her crystal. Faint whispers danced around her, teasing her and slipping away before she could make out more.

“Let the Force guide you.”

Her master’s advice echoed in her mind and she stretched her senses further, brow furrowed in confusion. She heard - felt? - more than one crystal, not like last time. Last time the call had been clear. Her old crystal had led her unerringly through the tunnels. Now it felt like she was being pulled in several directions and she didn’t know where to go.

Obi-Wan opened her eyes and began walking down the passage slowly. Snow crunched under her boots, her breath left icy puffs in the frigid air. At the first crossing she paused, sinking back into the Force. There. This time it was more clear. She continued walking, the Force leading her closer to her crystal. Or, one of her crystals. The other song was just as insistent, but further off.

She stepped into a high chamber. The Force urged her on. Leaping over a crevice, she crossed the chamber, coming to a stop before an icy slope at its far end. She began climbing, the song clear in her mind now. Finally her fingers closed around the sharp edges of a crystal, and the Force sang, sending her into a vision of a blue saber deflecting blaster bolts. She could taste smoke and burnt air, she could feel the saber in her hand, strong and familiar. The vision faded away, and she gasped at the power she had felt. Carefully, she pried the crystal out of the rock. It came loose and she looked at it, cool and soothing, cradled in her palm. She placed it in a special pouch on her belt and climbed nimbly down. 

At the foot of the slope Obi-Wan halted, listening for the Force to guide her. She jumped over the gap again and turned to another passage. The Force whispered insistently, leading her deeper into the caves down a narrow passage. The path slanted downward, and she followed, wandering deeper and deeper into the mountain. Paths branched off, but she ignored them, always continuing downward, as if being pulled forward by an invisible thread.

The air grew warmer, almost stifling the deeper she went, the ice covering the walls and floor slowly turning to bare rock. The crunching sound of snow under her boots gave way to the grinding of gravel. It grew darker, no more light shafts illuminating the way. Soon the last light faded away, plunging the passage into darkness. Obi-Wan slowed, her heart beating rapidly. Her path lay forward.

“Kriff,” she muttered. Calming herself with a few deep breaths she went on. “Kriff, kriff, kriff.”

She pulled off her gloves and tucked them into her belt, reaching out with her hands to feel the way, her fingertips grazing the rough rock. Water dripped and trickled around her. Tentatively she walked on, using the Force and her outstretched hands to guide her way.

The path went on, winding its way through the bedrock, small clefts and caverns opening on either side but the Force urged her ever downward.

Obi-Wan lost all track of time as she trudged on in the complete dark. It felt like hours had passed. Her stomach growled loudly and she pulled out a ration bar, the sound of the wrapper unnaturally loud in the silence of the tunnels. She ate slowly, one hand still on the wall for guidance as she went on.

Suddenly the air changed, no longer feeling so stifling. A light breeze brushed over her face. She stilled, reaching out with her senses. The faint sound of water lapping the shore reached her ears, the smell of water stronger than the earthy scent of rock. 

Forwards, the Force urged. Go on, on.

Carefully she continued until she reached the edge of the water. Closing her eyes, she reached out with the Force again. The cavern was high and the water seemed to stretch from one side to the other but her quarry lay ahead. Obi-Wan slowly walked along the water until she could go no further. Frowning, she retraced her steps, continuing in the opposite direction. Another barrier blocked her way. The only way to avoid the water was to climb. Or she had to swim.

Obi-Wan swallowed. She was not a bad swimmer but braving an underground lake in a pitchblack cave? That was at least as bad an idea as scaling the walls. 

Come to me, the Force whispered. So close, so close.

A shiver of anticipation ran down her back. No, she knew with sudden certainty, she had to go in the water; she had no choice if she wanted to find the crystal calling to her.

“Karking Sith hells,” Obi-Wan groaned, sliding the warm cloak off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor with a soft swoosh. She undid her belt and obi, placing them on the cloak, followed by her boots, tunics and trousers. The air felt cold on her naked skin. She stepped forward.

The water was icy.

“Fuck!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, stepping further into the water, cold waves lapping at her thighs, her stomach. Swearing profusely she dove into the water, its cold stealing her breath away. She gasped, swimming forward with powerful strokes. It was probably a good thing Qui-Gon could not hear her. He would have a few things to say about her choice of words. After a few meters she stopped, treading water as she reached out again through the Force.

She was close.

Slowly, she swam on. The Force screeched in warning and she reached out, touching a rocky surface. 

Down, the Force murmured.

“Oh, kark.” Down. Obi-Wan swallowed, realizing her rebreather was still hooked to her belt. Which, of course, was laying on the shore. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She could always swim back, it wasn’t that far, but the Force was insistent. 

Swim down.

“Trust in the Force,” Obi-Wan muttered. “Let it guide you.”

Not that she had a choice. The darkness was complete. She had to trust the Force if she wanted to find the crystal. She fought down the urge to scream, taking several deep breaths and plunging into the black water. Panic constricted her throat and she struggled not to gasp for air. Instead, she opened herself fully to the Force, letting it flow through her. The crystal flashed before her inner eye and she kicked her legs to reach its position. She reached out, grabbing a handful of sand and propelled herself upward, the sharp edges of the crystal digging into her flesh.

She broke through the surface, spluttering, but her fingers firmly closed around the crystal. Breathing heavily, she swam back to the shore.

Obi-Wan stepped out of the water, teeth chattering with cold as she groped for her clothes. Her numb fingers fumbled with the clasp on the pouch she wanted to put the crystal in. Finally she managed to open it, and dropped the crystal inside.

The Force roared around her. Images assaulted her, and she fell to her knees.

 - Urgency pounding through the Force. Running as fast as she could, air burning in her lungs. A ray shield. A red-black zabrak wielding a double-bladed lightsaber. The red blade impaling Qui-Gon. A hoarse cry escaping her throat, full of anger and grief. The zabrak grinning at her, a terrible, condescending grin, kicking Qui-Gon’s lifeless body to the side. The familiar weight of two blades in her hands, clashing against the zabrak’s saberstaff. The Force swirling around them, dark and menacing, a maelstrom of anger and grief and fear, pulling at her, pulling, pulling -

The vision faded away.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gasped for air. Sobbing and hands shaking, she got dressed. Water ran down her back from her dripping hair. She pulled her hair into a short ponytail, squeezing out as much excess water as possible. Finally she draped the cloak over her shoulders and pulled up the hood to cover her wet hair. 

She stumbled back toward the passage, mind racing, her hand drifting to the pouch holding the two saber crystals. Should she build one saber with two crystals? In her first vision she’d only had one lightsaber but in her second on there were two, so maybe it meant two lightsabers. Or maybe a saberstaff? No. No, the vision had shown her two lightsabers. She had never really considered Jar’kai, not in earnest at least. She may have dreamed about it once in a while, but that was it.

Cold and exhausted she let the Force lead her, only paying half attention to the path chosen for her. All she wanted was to get back to Qui-Gon and the ship.

#obi-wan kenobi #female obi-wan #fem!obi-wan #padawan kenobi #qui-gon jinn #star wars fanfiction #genderswapped character #my writing #debating whether to share this on AO3 or not

[ofcorpsesarch]

tahl uvain began training as a jedi at the age of 6 when her abilities as a force sensitive child were discovered by the jedi. she was taken from her home planet of noori and brought to coruscant for training. the noorians are indistinguishable from humans except for their eyes which are striped in appearance. 

tahl’s eyes are gold with green vertical stripes. she stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall. 

during her days as an initiate , she met and befriended qui gon jinn. they were extremely competitive with each other with either being able to outclass the other in lightsaber duels on any given day. their competitive streaks only bolstered their friendship. 

renowned for her gymnastics , tahl was an avid practitioner of form iv and highly skilled. she was capable of drawing fresh reserves of strengths when seemingly tired to bolster herself. she was also a skilled hand-to-hand combatant. 

upon achieving knighthood , tahl began studying to be a consular - dedicated to seeking out diplomatic measures with which to spread peace and harmony across the galaxy. though most consulars preferred to use green lightsabers , tahl sported a blue one. 

from there , tahl specialized as a lore keeper and a researcher for the jedi. she spent a great deal of her time in the temple archives , studying and researching the vast history of the galaxy and committing most of it to memory. she also took assignments from the high council when necessary. 

it was during this time that tahl began her research into the lore of the force priestesses.

during a peacemaking trip to melida/daaen , now-master tahl uvain was blinded after being caught in a battle between the two murderous factoids. despite her injuries , she was not greatly affected by them. she had already committed an immense knowledge of galactic history and politics to memory. she also knew the backstory of practically everything and anything happening in the galaxy. 

as such , tahl assisted jedi preparing for missions by supplying them with extensive background details of the planets and species they would , or might , encounter on their journeys. 

she was capable of assisting qui gon jinn in investigating the vandalization of the temple as well as the attack on grand master yoda’s life. 

she took her first official padawan on after this       a mon calamari named bant eerin though tahl was known for leaving her padawan behind on the occasional short missions she undertook.

one of these missions was her journey to discover the force priestesses wherein she discovered the ability to retain her identity after death.

tahl retained her ability to use her lightsaber even in blindness , splitting her time between her research and honing her skills as she adjusted. 

tahl died on new apsolon in 41 bby , having been called back to the planet by the people she had befriended on a previous mission. when she remained out of contact with the jedi for several weeks , qui gon and obi wan went to seek her out       despite the high council’s disapproval. 

tahl , working undercover , was able to complete her mission with their help. during this time , she and qui gon professed their love for each other and pledged their lives to each other. 

shortly after this , tal was betrayed by the people she had come to help and captured. placed into a sensory deprivation containment device , her captors injected her with a drug to drain her strength. by the time she was rescued by qui gon and obi wan , it was too late. her dying moments were spent with qui gon at her side. 

as a force ghost , she guided qui gon to and through her studies of the force priestesses. 

𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

having barely survived the attempt on her life , tahl was transported back to coruscant and spent many days in a deep healing trance. she wasn’t granted permission to leave the halls of healing for a few weeks upon which she promptly returned to her duties in the archives as if nothing had changed. 

the death of qui gon jinn on naboo in 32 bby devastated tahl. this heartbreak was compounded by the fact that he had not had the chance to complete his training and return as a fully formed force ghost. despite the loss , she remained dedicated to the jedi order and to watching over his former padawan , obi wan kenobi , as he grew as a jedi knight. 

#ii. / headcanons. » tahl uvain . #//me leaving her order 66 existence off beause im not committed to killing her again? its true

[exitiumparit]

@mylastmoment asked: ‘i thought it would kill me but it didn’t for chyla

When Chyla heard that her patient for the day was going to be Jedi Master Tahl, she was sure her Master was trying to make an example of her, and she didn’t know in what way, and she didn’t like it at all, but she was trying to remember her training and her practices. Chyla was one of the most proficient students in her healing classes.

She could do this.

“If I may….you don’t act like you thought it would kill you,” she says politely as she continues to examine the Noorian’s eyes for any new signs of scar tissue or damage. “You hold yourself high, and with pride, but not with ego. That’s very admirable,” she comments. Maybe it wasn’t her place to make such remarks to a Jedi Master, but Chyla found it necessary to say in that moment.

lover album sentence starters || not accepting

#mylastmoment #answered ( chyla ) #bitty padawan chyla #( queue )

[cute-kawaii-gamer]

Noorianos

#oc #noorian #starwars #rinmaru #rinmaru games

[the-clones-deserve-the-best]

Name: Kara Jinn (Designation: SA 502-1)

Race: Togruta (Clone (w/ Noorian eyes))

Born: 42 BBY

Home world:  Kamino

Height: 1.83m (By TCW) 1.65m (TPM) 1.88m (Rebels/OT)

Affiliation(s):

·         Jinn Family

·         True Mandalorians

·         Jedi order

·         Sith (temporary)

·         Galactic Republic

·         Galactic Empire

·         Clone Force 99 (Joins officially after Order 66)

·         Jabba Desilijic Tiure's criminal empire

·         Bounty Hunter’s Guild

Eye color: Gold and Green

Robotics: Prosthetic right arm, prosthetic left leg, cybernetic right eye

Masters:

Darth Plagueis (intended)

Agen Kolar (Jedi)

Darth Sidious (Sith)

Apprentice:

Petro

Tahlia (temporary before Shaak Ti)

Family:

Qui-Gon Jinn - Adoptive Father

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Adoptive Brother

Cody (Jinn) - Husband

Tahlia Jinn - Daughter

Creator: Darth Plagueis