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Summary: Anakin's condition continues to worsen, and he becomes increasingly concerned about the safety of his family. Padmé reassures him and tries to understand what triggers his episodes, but they must evacuate when the Empire locates Anakin. The Skywalkers and Obi-Wan have to evacuate to Tatooine, staying with Owen and Beru until it’s safe to return to Naboo. AKA: "GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH!!!!" "It don't bite." "YES IT DO!!!!!!!" Series: The Flowers Never Bloom Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Beru Whitesun, Owen Lars, Wilhuff Tarkin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, minor character death, blood, gore, cannibalism if u think about it fr... but zomboi is hunger Ships: Anidala Word Count: 6.3k words A/N: I asked a friend (@thegreatdaisydactyl) what she wanted to read for zomboi, and she said him suffering through feeding so whoopsies… slight plot spoilers for later on? A bit? Anyways, more crumbs of Zomboi. When I'm not posting actual chapters, I'm usually writing something still. Hope you enjoy! Read here on ao3

Years had passed since he was left behind - since the virus took him, and since Anakin died with Vader rising in his place. The gnarled body of Vader had twisted into a foul symbol of the Empire, his visage across holos as propaganda as his gaze bore into those who looked. His face was always half-hidden, a mask hiding the tear in his cheek and helping his weakened lungs during long battles. It also hid his identity from the public as they refused to look at the fiery eyes of the Sith.

Until Padmé had found him.

Then everything had changed.

His return was an uneasy acceptance of the remaining Jedi, seeing the now twisted body of the Hero with No Fear. How far he had fallen within ten years made their hearts ache, but they still were wary of him. If paths crossed, they kept their distance from the former knight. Even now, they struggled to accept his return.

Things were fine.

He seemed docile, even if Anakin still struggled to peek through the mask of Vader.

Things... were fine.

Until Obi-Wan had tried to speak with him about Geonosis.

"Anakin, I want to know what happened to you." Obi-Wan softly pleaded as he moved closer to his former padawan within the palace’s library.

Golden eyes lifted immediately as he squared his broad shoulders beneath black robes. "There is nothing to speak about. I was changed on Geonosis. I do not remember what happened before."

"Then how are you able to remember that Padmé is your wife? How else would you remember the Temple and Order? You must remember your legion on the obsidian plains of Sullust before our Geonosis mission."

Flashes of heat and sand resurfaced in his memory as he remembered leading the 501st through the lava rivers that threatened them as they tried to push the Diseased back. However, after that, he still could not resurface more memories. Even his memories with Palpatine were murky, but he at least recognized him enough as a trusted friend to stay with him.

Then Palpatine informed him that the Jedi had abandoned him, and not long after, he was told that Padmé had died. If she had died, the baby died, and he had nothing to hold onto, not after Mustafar. Then, the details of the last ten years became murky. Obscured. His eyes returned to his former Master, boring into him over the half mask that steadied his breath while he hid his features.

"I do not remember. Cease your probing," Anakin ordered as Obi-Wan watched him leave the library.

He did not hesitate this time to follow," Anakin, wait. I want to know why you fell to the Dark Side."

The fire returned to his chest as he turned abruptly to face Obi-Wan, seeming to bristle. "I wanted to save Padmé."

"Save her from what, Anakin?"

"I could not lose her." He didn’t answer him, mind starting to remember the night’s events. He had made a deal with the Devil to protect his wife, but the price was his humanity. However, the confession only made Obi-Wan’s eyes soften, even if he still didn’t fully understand the lack of detail. Still, he loved him through it all. "You should have told me what was happening. I could have helped, Anakin."

As the Jedi spoke, the fire within his chest burned brighter, and he curled his lip back to bare his teeth. "Liar," he hissed out, eyes burning as bright as the lava that scarred him.

The Force around him bristled in his anger, but even regions away, Sidious’s head turned out of curiosity. There you are, my young apprentice.

Obi-Wan took a step back as he watched Anakin closely, wary of his anger as he studied him. "Anakin, release your anger. It blinds you."

A whisper through the Force came, murmuring on the edge of the former Jedi’s mind.

Execute Order 66.

His pupils contracted then as an inhuman growl erupted from his chest. Obi-Wan’s heart sank as he slowly began to back away from his former padawan as his hand moved to detach the mask.

No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Obi-Wan jumped out of the way when he was lunged at, eyes widening as he nearly lost his balance. "Anakin, stop!"

The mask clattered to the ground as teeth barely missed his arm. The Jedi ignited his saber as he looked at Anakin and watched as yellow eyes with black sclera lifted to him. What the blazes had been done to the little boy he had raised? What cruel trick had twisted him into this undead killing machine? No doubt it was Palpatine, but Obi-Wan had more dire problems as he moved back when he was swiped at by Anakin. He didn’t want to cage his former padawan, but options were severely limited due to the intense alterations to his genetic code.

Moving back from another attempt from Vader, he lured him away from the library. Trying to get him out of the palace, Obi-Wan’s heart sank when he saw guards immediately making their way over. “No, do not come—” Vader’s attention went from Obi-Wan to the guards before he suddenly jumped onto one with an inhuman snarl as he tore the helmet off of one while the other started to try to help. Snapping the neck of the first guard, he dragged the other one down with fangs sinking into their throat when the helmet was torn off. A scream erupted but cut off from her as he tore her throat open, eyes brightening at the familiar taste of flesh.

Obi-Wan watched in horror as he was preoccupied with the need to feed, returning to call Padmé to let her know what was happening.

Worry blossomed within her chest at hearing Obi-Wan reporting to her, brows furrowing. He was doing so well; why the sudden change? Dismissing herself from the meeting, she alerted everyone to evacuate the palace, heels sharp on the granite flooring as she moved to find Obi-Wan.

Hands tore apart the sternum to expose the organs of a guard as he started to devour what he could, trying to satiate the hunger deep within his belly. Even in the haze, the little glimmer of his consciousness screamed at himself to stop, but the hunger kept him feeding even when he heard his wife shout his name.

Obi-Wan moved to pull her back, voice quiet," Are you this foolish, Padmé?"

"Feeding or not, he is still my husband. I made a vow to him that I intend to keep," she pulled from him to look back at Anakin only to see his eyes focused on the both of them. His gaze focused on the hand near Padmé as Obi-Wan stilled when he looked at Anakin again.

Padmé’s voice became quieter to Obi-Wan, taking another step away from the Jedi Master. "… That caught his interest."

“Indeed it did, but I fear I might be next on the meal plan.”

"No … Just … Stay here." She stepped closer to him as he watched, blood dripping from his lips as low chitters escaped his throat. Recognizing the curiosity in the sounds, she moved closer, voice soft," Ani, what’s going on? What happened?" Ignoring the carnage that dyed her heels red, she stood beside her husband as soon as her heart hammered against her ribcage. Her hand trembled as she softly brushed her soft fingertips against his shoulder," do you understand me?" Her voice was a soft plead, hoping that somehow the Force kept him in there even if he was feeling starved or threatened. She refused to accept the possibility that one day he could lose consciousness to the virus.

The shift was tangible in the Force as the tension and anger around him seemed to dissipate, softening back to his love for her as his eyes moved to watch her hand. Staying still, his gaze shifted back to her as she smiled weakly. Maker, her eyes reflected the heartbreak she felt at seeing how much the virus impacted his demeanor. Could he genuinely become violent and feral without warning? As she was pulled from her worry, she realized he was moving to stand up as he registered sensing her stress and panic. Her hand moved back to let him straighten up, his head tilting to the side curiously when she looked surprised at his sudden gentility despite the blood still coating his lips.

The little claws of Anakin moved through the haze of hunger, a bloodied hand moving up to gently hold her cheek as he looked her over. She realized he was looking for injuries, voice soft," I’m safe, Ani. I’m okay." The hunger still gnawed in his belly, and guards slowly blocked off the hallway to contain him to the area as he stepped back from her. His eyes moved to the guards, low growls erupting from him as Padmé reached to touch his arm to keep him back with her.

"Eyes on me, Ani. Look at me."

Breaking his gaze from the guards, his body was tensed again, ready to attack. He looked down at her curiously as she softly smiled at her husband. "Are you still hungry?"

He gave a slow nod, and she motioned to the guards to stop while looking to Panaka as she kept her voice even," Can you move the bodies to the lower level?" Sending her husband into the cells of the palace had been the last thing on her mind, but she couldn’t have him attacking others while keeping their children safe and away from the gore.

Panaka nodded as he motioned for her to get Anakin away from the bodies, and Padmé moved back as she gently moved Anakin to follow. He was aware some plan was happening, glancing around as he moved to her side before a low growl erupted as a corpse was wrapped in a bag for transport. Panaka hesitated then, eyes moving up to Anakin before Padmé moved to softly touch his uninjured cheek, voice sweet. "Ani, we’re moving them so the twins don’t see. Look at me."

He took a moment to slowly look at her, the yellow boring into her softened brown eyes as she let her thumb brush against his cheek. "No one is taking your meal away. Just relocating."

Melting into her touch, he leaned down more with low purrs as she slowly started to lead him through a more hidden path through the palace to the cells. Moving with her, more sounds of curiosity clicked and chirped from him as his eyes looked around the secret tunnels that were cool from the heat of the summer.

"Keep following me. I know you haven’t eaten properly since you came back," Padmé glanced back to him, the torches lit through the lower level, softly lighting his features as his eyes stayed on her. She got him to the hidden cells, one holding the bodies already open and ready. She motioned him in, voice soft," I promise when you can, you’ll come out. Tarkin has volunteered to stay with you."

That got his attention, but she quickly nudged him inside before getting the barrier up. He made a low sound, fingers tentatively touching the field as it hummed before looking back to the guards. "Eat, Ani. I’ll make sure the twins are safe."

Low sounds erupted from his throat at the field, making it shudder with another experimental poke before looking at her quietly. She could reassure him as much as she wanted, but the anger began to bubble up again. His eyes moved between the barrier and her, giving a low growl at being caged. The hunger still triumphed, aching deeply in his belly as he moved further in the dimly lit cell. Padmé’s eyes watched as he crouched; his fingers quickly broke bones and sinew to devour what he could.

She stood frozen. Her eyes watched as the horror set in of what had become of her husband, but a gentle hand on her shoulder made her look away. Tarkin gave her a grim smile, trying to reassure her as his gaze went to the former General he had served with in the Clone Wars.

Maker, what had been done to him?

His voice was steady as he looked back at her, nodding. "When he seems more stabilized, I will call you back, Senator."

"Thank you, Tarkin. If the worst happens, we will have a guard further down with a crystal blaster." She was still weary from his sudden abandonment of the Empire, but he had yet to prove his loyalty to the Rebels was part of something more sinister. Still, she preferred to keep him at arm’s length. However, she had to make sure the twins were okay.

Watching her duck back out to get to the main level, Tarkin’s blue-gray eyes returned to the field that separated him from the former right-hand man of the Emperor. His gaze soon met that of the former Jedi, and while he was used to the burning anger of Sith eyes, the sclera also being pitch black was what finally made the former Grand Moff feel dread creep up his spine. Seeing them with the blood smeared around his jaw and splattered across his face made it harder to tear his gaze from him. At one point in his life, this was General Skywalker. Hero of the Grand Republic, he often had to remind himself when faced with the familiar brutality of Vader.

The poster boy was now the face that haunted those under the Empire’s reign, striking anxiety into the public when his presence was announced through local channels. However, the reveal of Lord Vader was slow to the Empire’s ranks, and his face was mostly concealed by a mask he wore that showed his scarred scalp and burning eyes. The familiar shape of his eyes made Tarkin suspect early that the lack of information about the General’s disappearance was more than a mysterious death. It seemed unlikely that Skywalker would have just vanished when he learned he was the twins’ father.

Vader’s gaze never wavered from the former Grand Moff at seeing him comfort his wife, eating paused while he watched their interactions. Tarkin’s usually cold eyes seemed to soften, momentarily glancing at the bodies inside as he gestured to them. "Do not let my presence hinder your meal, Lord Vader."

His gaze lingered only a moment before hunger overtook his brain like a fever, extended canines easily breaking apart organs and flesh.

Tarkin warily watched, arms behind tucked himself as the cells held a steady hum from the mechanics of the lower levels of the palace. His eyes couldn’t break away as he watched the robotic fingers easily tear into the flesh; blood and flesh sunk into the floors beneath Vader. Tarkin couldn’t help but silently thank the construction of the field, holding back the smell, but his body momentarily stiffened as he realized the bodies were cleaned and he was being watched.

Fear started to crawl up his spine, stabbing its cold nails into him as his chest tightened, and Vader began to go for the mechanics near the door. Metal screamed and curled as he tore it back, growling as the hunger burned, but within a blink, it went away.

Pausing, his eyes looked over the wall he had started to destroy, pulling back before looking around the room as the sclera became white again.

A slow exhale came as he let his eyes move to Tarkin, as the realization came that it happened. Once again, couldn’t remember what he had done, just that his belly was full. Growling lowly at himself, he slammed the side of his fist into the wall, causing it to crumple beneath his strength.

"Is my family alright?"

The fear slowly dissipated as Tarkin watched the stark contrast happen before him, and he certainly did not know what to make of it either. How would someone explain what they had just witnessed?

"Yes, my Lord. They are safe. The twins were not close when it happened."

"And my wife?" His eyes looked over his bloody hands before slowly moving along the floor to the familiar carnage.

"She is also safe. You did not harm her when she was beside you." There was no need to mention he was like a giant Loth cat wanting her affection. "She has had to return to her meeting, but I have no doubt she will return to see you."

A slow inhale made his chest expand as he wiped the blood onto his clothes, briefly pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Request a cell cleaning."

"After she agrees to release you, my Lord," Tarkin said simply as he kept his distance from the door, and a low growl escaped Vader, knowing he was right.

Padmé's meeting had long since ended after her departure. Luckily, the parties agreed to meet at a later time to continue. After ensuring the twins were with Rabé and Sabé, she got to the gardens to sit while watching a fountain. Reflecting through the past week, he hadn't noticed that Obi-Wan had found her, making his way over to sit beside her.

"Is he okay?"

"… As best as he can be right now. He’s contained and with food last I know."

Food. Something strange to her as she thought about it: while humans had livestock or hunted for animals for her husband, it was so different. Humans were his livestock, yet he was tame most of the time. She moved her eyes to the former Jedi, voice soft," I wish I could make it easier for him. There must be an alternative to eating people so he doesn’t have this guilt… He might have started to eat less." Her eyes fell again, her brows furrowed, and her throat tightened at the idea. "I do not want him to think he has to starve himself to be here. We need him. The kids… they love him so much, and I can't lose him like that, Obi-Wan."

His eyes softened as he gently rested a hand over hers, voice soft," he will be okay. I could have been the cause this time. I pressed him too much."

Her eyes briefly moved to their hands while he spoke, thinking a moment,” You were there when it started?"

"I was asking him about what had happened to him. He still did not tell me a lot of details, but he was scared about something to do with you. He never fully explained when I asked what he was scared of." His eyes had moved to the fountain before them, watching the water ripple as it flowed smoothly.

"I was pregnant, and he was having nightmares that I would die. You saw their birth was not easy, so I don't hold his fear against him."

"Even then, I wanted to help him, Padmé. He never told me what was happening, but I did have suspicions. The two of you are terrible at hiding it," he teased as Padmé laughed softly, nodding.

"It was easier to be in our bubble than to remember the reality of what was happening outside the apartment… we still had our own issues, though." She softly sighed, shoulders relaxing as she thought back. "Anakin said that he had found a way to save me, but something was off about him ... very wrong."

"How long after that had he disappeared?"

"Hours … then I see him ten years later. He's infected and a Sith Lord. He's been through too much in his life, Obi-Wan. I was hoping being here would help him have peace."

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan leaned back as he thought back to before the shift," right before the… change. I told him that I would have helped had I known. I could feel that darkness again from him through the Force. He was like a feral animal. I still cannot understand how fast the change was."

Her lips pursed as she softly sighed," I want him to be happy and safe, Obi-Wan. I had to cage him." A pause came while her holo pinged with an incoming message from Tarkin as he stood near the door so Anakin was visible behind him in the holo-door. "He’s stable once again, my Lady. Is visitation safe, or shall I let him out?"

"Go ahead and let him out, Tarkin. Thank you."

"Of course, Senator,” he nodded,” we also need a mechanic to repair the damage done to the door."

"I can repair it," Anakin said simply as the door vanished. "I will stay down here." He reached to end the communication before Padmé or Obi-Wan could react, making his way through the corridors to get a toolkit.

Tarkin watched, lingering back with pursed lips before his eyes moved to the com. Tucking it away, he had no doubt that Padmé would be on her way back.

She was with Obi-Wan in tow, brows furrowed," he began to damage the door, then stopped before he could escape. What is happening, Obi-Wan?"

"I wish I could answer you, Padmé, but I'm as lost as you." He followed her with his hand near his saber, still wary of the situation. "It’s not good that he tried to escape either. He could have caused more damage if he had."

"Can we focus on the actions he does?" She frowned," spending too much time on what could have happened won’t make him feel better and certainly won’t help me feel better about any of this."

His eyes softened as he followed," he did stop, and that is good… but you know just as well as I do that we need to keep his actions in mind for the safety of others. We've already lost a few guards."

"I know, and their families will be given full assistance if applicable… but my family needs help too. I want to know why he stopped," she stepped into the cell unit, going over to the door to peek inside as Tarkin looked over the damage himself.

"He returned to his senses," he said simply, blue-gray eyes briefly looking at her. "His episodes seem irregular with little pattern to them."

"How did he act, Tarkin? Did he try to harm you?"

"I believe the intent was there. Shortly after Lord--," He paused, pursing his lips. "Pardon ... After General Skywalker fed, he began to try to damage the circuits, and then his eyes whitened again. He became more aware, then asked of you and the children immediately after."

"Because they are all I have left of this forsaken life," Anakin growled as he returned, moving past everyone to get back into the cell with the bag and a replacement panel. It was good that he convinced her to hoard parts that had been replaced for his mechanic adventures. More often than either of them wanted to admit, they had to use the parts. Padmé’s eyes watched him as he placed a work light, looking over the damage with a scowl. "I should not be here."

"Where would you go?" Obi-Wan asked then, eyes soft to him as his former padawan seemed to scoff a little.

"I don’t know where I could go. I don’t belong with the Diseased, and don’t belong with humans."

"You belong here with us," Obi-Wan murmured softly as he moved towards the open door more. He knew he needed to see this differently, but seeing the damage done to the wall concerned him. "Do you remember, Anakin?"

"No. I just remember being hungry… and Padmé. I don’t know what was said or done, but I remember her there."

"Good, that's a good start,” he softly encouraged, making Anakin pause, removing the old panel.

Giving a glance to his former Master, his eyes were unreadable. "Is it?"

"I believe it is, my Lord," Tarkin said simply before Obi-Wan could speak," you seemed more responsive to her than others. That is something worth noting. You even seemed like a pleased, purring kitten in her touch."

Padmé softly smiled then," You were. You’re responsive to me. The simpler I say, the better you seem to understand … maybe these episodes are just regression into the virus's needs."

"No, not like this," he said while shaking his head, glancing between them. “Even the Diseased stop feeding when full and become lazy and uninterested in others. Reports from Imperial archives say I'm insatiable, unstable, and fight like a wild animal."

"Yes, you seem to be in a frenzy of destruction and chaos." Tarkin nodded, straightening as he recalled a few reports he had looked into. "It’s unpredictable. It’s very destructive, and there is little hope for anyone in your path — rebel or imperial."

Worry only buried more in Padmé’s chest, eyes widening as she listened, watching as Anakin only started to silently begin his work on the panel again. "Regardless, I should not be near anyone." It only seemed to further prove his point. Tarkin’s lips pursed before looking to the Senator.

"That won’t fix anything, Ani," Padmé said, moving closer to softly put a hand on his arm to make him look at her. "You belong with people who love you, even though there’s a risk. We know there is, but we still choose to be with you."

"I could not forgive myself should I bring harm to you or anyone else of importance," he looked down at her, frowning deeply as he paused his work. With the gash on his cheek, it seemed awkward for him to emote, and the expression faded to something more deadpan once again. Looking back to the panel, he grabbed her arm to move her into the cell more before glancing to see where Obi-Wan stood. He hit a few buttons as Tarkin and Obi-Wan watched curiously before tapping his fingers along a few buttons on the pane. "If I begin to harm our family, our friends, then I should be killed."

Before Tarkin or Obi-Wan could speak or move, the door of the cell appeared again, the red field holding a buzz as he looked it over with a slight hum. Padmé glanced at the door but moved closer to him. "I refuse to kill you. You clearly can stop yourself when needed and are more conscious than other infected people."

"And if I lose that?" His head tilted while his eyes moved back to her, shoulders squaring as she seemed unfazed. She knew better, even when he tried to intimidate her with body language. Her brows furrowed," why do you want to think about that?"

"Answer me," he demanded, lifting his chin up more to look down at her as his brow muscles raised slightly. "If I reach that point, will you kill me?"

"I can’t kill my husband." She said with a frown, brows scrunching softly as she shook her head, causing her dark curls to bounce. "I can't do that… but now, answer me. Why do you worry about this? You’ve shown you recognize people even when you’re not fully aware. You’re always pushing us away, even when you are conscious."

"We’re not talking about this in a cell."

He moved to open the door before she grabbed his wrist," Oh, yes, we are. You can't deflect this, Anakin. Why are you so frightened?"

"I believe that it's normal to worry about devouring my family," a frown ghosted on his lips as she grabbed him, glancing at her hand before returning to her. "You seem to be the only one that doesn’t want to worry about that possibility that I could turn at any moment as I did earlier or that you - or our children cou—""Because you’ve shown us that you see us. It makes you stop whatever is happening," she interrupted him, head tilting as her eyes got that spark of determination he fell for decades ago.

He knew she could be as stubborn as an Eopie, but that wouldn’t deter him. "That is too much of a risk, Padmé. You know it." He glanced at Tarkin and Obi-Wan, who curiously watched them through the door, looking back at her. "Can we talk about this without them watching?"

Keeping her hold on his arm, she only turned to motion for them to leave, and Obi-Wan didn’t waste any time as he moved past the former Grand Moff to head to the communications room for updates. Tarkin immediately moved after him, glancing back before he vanished into the hall.

"There. Now we're alone." Looking back up to him, she finally let go of his wrist, letting her hands softly cup his face instead. "I do not deny the possibility of it, Anakin. However, your previous behaviors and the constant change when you see me or the twins are enough evidence to tell me otherwise. You can’t deny that, but I want to understand what triggers this change."

Her softness relaxed his shoulders, and he leaned into her touch as he closed his eyes. "I wish I could make sense of it."

Watching him, she smiled at him, melting in her touch, leaning up to softly give a kiss to him. A soft noise of surprise escaped with the kiss, but it only made him pull her close while he deepened it. Breaking it shortly after, he leaned his uninjured cheek against her head as her arms wrapped around his broad frame. The smile lingered on her lips as she rested her head against his chest, voice soft,” We will figure it out… we were able to update our medical equipment, so perhaps a new scan can produce better results this time."

"We will think of that later." He reached over to get the doorway opened, gently pushing her through after giving a squeeze to her hip. "Out." She only laughed softly as she watched him duck through to look down at her, pausing as Tarkin returned to them.

"The Empire has located us. A fleet is on the way." His eyes bounce between them as dread fills Anakin’s chest as Padmé purses her lips

"We’ll have to go to Tatooine, my love. He wouldn't expect you to return there."

"Then we return to Tatooine." Moving past her, his shoulders straightened again as he headed to find the twins. His voice held little emotion, but she was right. Why would he want to return to Tatooine of all cursed places on this forsaken planet? Hadn’t he had enough grief? Sometimes, it felt like he was filled with enough for seven lifetimes. "Seems like those scans will have to wait until we can return."

"We can transport them when possible," she simply said as she followed him, grabbing his hand to guide him to their children. "I know you don’t enjoy them, but we need to understand how different you are compared to the others and see any biological condition causing the change. I find it hard to believe that behavior is solely from the virus."

"We can worry about that after evacuation. The Imperial fleet will not take long to make their way through … I expect more Diseased as well. Unfortunately, I will have to refrain from heroics for now."

Obi-Wan guided the twins, catching their parents in the hallway," You will not be fighting anyone today, Anakin. We need the Empire to at least be uncertain of your whereabouts."

"The Empire might be oblivious, but the Emperor is likely already aware and bidding time," he said simply as he glanced at the Jedi, hand lifting to softly grab Leia's hand when she held onto his. "Either way, we need to leave within ten minutes." He gave a soft, reassuring squeeze to her hand, glancing down at her before looking at Luke," Can the both of you follow Obi-Wan to your room to pack things you'd like to bring?"

They both nodded as Luke tilted his head to the side, and he arched a brow quizzically," Where are we going?"

“To be with my family."

"Family?" He echoed, eyes widening as he started to bounce on the balls of his feet," Who are we going to meet? What are they like?"

"My stepbrother and his wife — your aunt and uncle. They have a farm in the desert. We'll be safe there for now." He softened with Luke’s excitement, and Leia only grinned at him," Do they have kids?"

"No, as far as I am aware, they don’t. However, it has been a long time since I have seen them."

"Aw, okay… hopefully there’s someone we can play with."

"We’ll have to be careful about it, but I hope you can have that too, Leia." He gave another squeeze to her hand as Padmé only softened with his gentleness to them before he motioned to Obi-Wan. "Go pack. Bring what you wish to keep yourselves entertained."

They nodded before starting to trail after Obi-Wan as he smiled softly at them, but Luke looked up at him," Have you met our uncle?"

"No, haven’t yet, but I am eager to see him." He trailed down the hall with them as Padmé and Anakin watched a moment before he began to make his way to their room to get what was necessary.

Padmé followed, voice soft," It's been a while since we've seen them."

"I know. Beru and Owen might not let us stay there. Not with the state of everything."

Lips pursed a moment, voice soft," At least 3PO and R2 can aid in the farm operations if we can't."

"Ani, one step at a time instead of five. First, we'll get to Tatooine."

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, sighing lowly. "I know." It felt like it was constantly just one step at a time, yet nothing still changed. Even when things had shifted and moved in the Force, within the systems. Returning to Tatooine wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he knew it was necessary. Getting to their room, he moved to stuff clothes into a bag and back to her while she paused to watch him for a moment.

Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hands flatly laying against his torso as he paused to look back at her. She rested her cheek softly against his back, eyes soft as she let her fingers briefly press into his muscle beneath the robes more. "Everything will be okay."

Pausing, he turned to look at her with a slight tilt," I know it will be. Just a matter of leaving safely first."

"I know, but I also know going to Tatooine is not what you want to do," she murmured softly, pulling back to work on getting her already pre-made bag that Sabé had crafted.

"No, but it is what needs to happen to keep the kids safe."

Glancing back at him, she nodded," I know. We will be safe, and it will be okay. We’ll be able to do a better scan for you and see as much as we need to about your body now … hopefully, we can update your cybernetics."

"That would be good," he said, glancing down at the hidden metal as he zipped up the bag.

"It will be. Even if it’s just one day at a time." She reassured, getting her bag on her shoulder.

The heat of Tatooine was still unforgiving as it burned into his shoulders and back as soon as he had exited the speeder. To avoid shocking Owen and Beru as much as possible, he opted to wear his half mask, bright blue eyes scanning around the farm before Beru popped out at hearing them arrive.

"There you are! Come on, it's too hot to stay on the surface." She warmly smiled as Owen came out after, motions pausing as he saw the state of his stepbrother. Maker, what had happened to him in the twelve years since he had seen him?

Nodding, Anakin told the twins to grab their bags as Obi-Wan slid out, making a face of disgust at the familiar heat. It was too risky to stay in the palace, even if Anakin was sure he could defend it and his family.

Moving Padmé’s side, Anakin helped her out of the speeder, snatching the bag from her. "Inside out of this heat."

A soft smile graced her lips as she grinned at Beru and Owen. "It’s good to see you two again; I wish it was under better circumstances."

"Yeah," Owen began, taking in the sight of the twins and his stepbrother," we were worried about the urgent call … assumed it’s the Empire once again threatening Naboo."

"Unfortunately, it is. As well as the virus. We’ve done as much as possible to contain it, but it’s reached a point of evacuation."

"Come inside. We have some food ready," Owen nodded, motioning them in as he moved to follow Beru.

Anakin came at the end, following down into the cooler house with a low sigh. "I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat."

Owen looked back at him, brow arching up. "No?"

Luke took the opportunity to nod and interrupt," Yeah, he can only eat people." Oh, Maker. Anakin released a heavy sigh through the respiratory mask, eyes seeming blank as Owen tensed when he pulled the hood back.

“You’re infected."

"Yes, but it’s different than what we see with the common strain. Padmé has been able to get a more advanced scanner, so when possible, we will see how different I am compared to others."

Owen was still uneasy, looking over him slowly," How do you plan on eating while here?"

"I try things when they eat. So far, I can have caff … I will worry about my food; do not worry about me."

Beru’s heart softened up with the news, knowing it just seemed like one thing after another with him. "I’ll always have something for you to try then, Anakin. It’s no problem."

"Thank you. Where can we put our things?"

"The twins must share with Obi-Wan, but you and Padmé can get your own room." She motioned for them to follow, and the twins seemed more excited than anything as they bounced after her.

Padmé followed with a grin," Thank you, Beru. I’m sure they’ll behave with Obi-Wan."

"No promises," Leia quipped, glancing back at her with a grin.

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Star Wars - Ray’s Fic Recs List - Feb 2023

For Want of a Nail, Time Travel, AU/Dimension Travel/Crossovers, etc. Fic Recs List. Mostly Obi-Wan centric! Please mind the trigger warnings in the turn-offs. Relationships specified in the turn-offs too. I kept off the big name fics you probably already know/read that are the top-kudos-ed on AO3.

💫 are my favourites at the time of posting!

Italics are excerpts, summaries, author’s notes or tags, etc, for a glimpse of the fics!

Happy birthday I.C.! Hope whenever you need a break, you can peruse through this easily and find fics you haven’t read or fics you want to go back to! 😊

For Want of a Nail

Pre-Episode I

How one (1) mission changed mission reports for all by jemtessaremuslupin Review: Obi-Wan isn’t taken back by Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and becomes a Floater Padawan. His reports are... interesting. Part 2 is where this fic series shines! Work in progress, as of 12 Aug 2022. Words: 31,473. Works: 3

Be that monster you've been wanting by otherpeoplescoats Review: Imagine if Dooku took Obi-Wan as his padawan when he was 10 years old. Work in progress, as of 12 May 2022. Words: 29,164. Chapters: 12/?

aka, Obi-wan's no good very bad Padawanship fucks up the galaxy

Episode I

Tatooine Gusha by Natural_Logarhythm Review: Master Qui-Gon lost Obi-Wan on Bandomeer. Ben ends up in Tatooine, raising Anakin. This is an interesting storytelling method, where we see Ben’s voice at the beginning when he’s already back at the Order, explaining Episode I in his POV. Work in progress, as of 03 Feb 2023. Words: 51,592. Chapters: 11/15

“How in the Sith-hells do these things happen to you, Kenobi? Enslaved to a Hutt on a desert backwater in the Outer Rim and you still end up raising the Chosen One and defeating the first Sith Lord anyone has seen in a millennium.”

A Novel Alignment by quomores Review: Imagine if Darth Plagueis took in Obi-Wan. (This is not a happy fic.) “Sith Family Comedy,” indeed. I have mixed feelings overall after finishing, but I still think it’s a fic worth reading, this bleak world is... Yeah. Complete, as of 20 Jun 2020. Words: 62,291. Chapters: 21/21

Darth Plagueis comes into possession of a Force-sensitive child and decides to run a little experiment. It doesn't go quite according to plan.

Cin Vhetin, Ogir'Olar (New Beginnings, One way or Another) by pureimagination Review: Okay, so the premise is that Obi-Wan gets separated from Satine and ends up losing his memories under torture from Death Watch, and this fic starts off 6 years after this, when Ben aliit Mereel ends up preventing Galidraan, and walks the path only Tarre Vizla has ever walked before. SUPER fast updates! Author write 4 chapters ahead and keeps a speedy schedule, and has already posted a sequel! Complete, as of 30 Jan 2023. Words: 28,260. Chapters: 17/17. Turn-Off(s): Character Death

When he is sixteen, Obi-Wan Kenobi is separated from his Master while protecting Duchess Satine Kryze. In one galaxy, he does his duty, falls in love, and leaves that love behind to follow the path of the Jedi. In another, he does his duty, and Death Watch takes him. Torn between two families, Obi-Wan has to find his own path forward.

Post-Episode I

Just Go Kill Palpatine by nevertheless_turtle Review: Yes. Obi-Wan is given the sus truth from Quinlan and responds not as a Jedi but as the caretaker for Anakin, thus exposing Palpatine’s hand early. I dearly hope this updates! The memes in the end too, are just *chef’s kiss*. Work in progress, as of 24 May 2021. Words: 6,832. Chapters: 4/5

In Which Obi-Wan Kenobi is Shown Holofootage of His 12-Year Old Padawan in a Seedy Nightclub With The Chancellor of the Republic And Has A Proportionate Response.

Men of Power by AlabasterInk Review: So, so many father-son feels between Obi-Wan and Anakin here! The what-if where people DO second guess why Old Sheeve Palpatine wants access to tiny padawan Anakin here? Work in progress, as of 04 Jan 2021. Words: 86,177. Chapters: 11/? Turn-Off(s): Gaslighting.

When an old powerful man suddenly comes in and sweeps your underage Padawan away without so much as a by your leave, that’s the time to start asking questions.

💫 Sith Killer by Livsy Review: This takes canon a bit sideways, because a Sith is not just a title here. Work in progress, as of 20 Dec 2022. Words: 107,559. Chapters: 27/40

In this one the Sith are magical dark space creatures kinda like demons

Based on the idea that killing a Sith Lord in turn makes you a Sith Lord

Where We’re Going by Thousand_elf Review: Can we just keep giving Anakin some hobbies? This is great. The glassblowing fic! Work in progress, as of 26 Dec 2021. Words: 8,436. Chapters: 2/?

In a Galaxy where Anakin Skywalker learned how to handle delicate objects, the Jedi and the Republic didn’t shatter, and Palpatine never got to rule an empire.

dead and the gold by Icarus_is_flying Review: This is not a fix-it. This is a what-if: Orders 66, during Episode I. Obi-Wan runs to his ex-grandmaster, because at least he’s not a hunted Jedi, right? Work in progress, as of 25 Dec 2020. Words: 115,123. Chapters: 27/? Turn-Off(s): Gaslighting.

The Republic is in turmoil. In the wake of the harrowing Naboo Crisis, Chancellor Valorum has seized control of the Trade Federation’s droid armies. A failed coup has branded the Jedi Order as traitors. Thousands of Jedi are dead. The rest, fugitives.

Stand By Me (What's in a Padawan?) by ShawnArms Review: Give Obi-Wan a padawan, so give him therapy too! Master Nu really is the best. Throw in some positivity and Tatooine Slave Culture realizations and... tada! Work in progress, as of 25 Dec 2022. Words: 40,138. Chapters: 10/?

The Making of Mand'alor Kryze by phoenixyfriend Review: If Satine died and it turns out Korkie Kryze was Obi-Wan’s son with her? Love the justification that Obi-Wan has to call Anakin his son... Work in progress, as of 18 Oct 2022. Words: 3,916. Chapters: 3/?

Obi-Wan now has his Jedi brother-son, age eleven, and his literal blood son, age six. He’s still a depressed mess; he’s kind of, retroactively, broken the Code, and Bo-Katan won’t stop calling him in the middle of the night to demand her nephew.

💫 Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad Shaped by phoenixyfriend Review: There seems to be a trend here... but nevertheless, this is such fantastic voicing, for the POV Outsider. Complete, as of 19 Sep 2021. Words: 2,403. Chapters: 2/2

In walks this thirty-something Jedi-looking motherfucker, in robes with some small amount of armor, the second-most ridiculously Core accent you’ve ever heard outside a holo screen, and two kids who look ready to bite someone. The human one is twelve-ish and angry and wearing clothes that are too big for him, and has a lightsaber that he can’t really wrap his entire hand around. The Togruta looks about eight, and is chomping her way through a freshly killed, still bleeding lizard the size of her arm. She is clinging to the human kid’s tunics, and looking around like she’s got no fear whatsoever. You're almost impressed.

Episode II

💫 Shifting the Blame Around by Machina_Fun_T Review: Anakin places the blame on the Senate instead of the Jedi. This skews his views on a lot of different people. Complete, as of 14 Jan 2023. Words: 17,680. Works: 3

The Ground Beneath Us by stolen_pen_name23 Review: Basically if Obi-Wan put the walker in Skywalker. If only one simple change could have happened for real... Complete, as of 27 Nov 2021. Words: 7,566. Chapters: 4/4

General Jocasta by BairnSidhe Review: Give the librarian the leadership to organize an army and well... Complete, as of 03 May 2022. Words: 18,474. Chapters: 8/8

there is no death (there is a wedding) by virdant Review: Crack. Pure, but hilarious. Excerpt: “Married?” Obi-Wan squeaked. He was unfortunately going through puberty. “What do you mean, I’m married now? I’m a Jedi! I can’t get married.” Or: Obi-Wan accidentally marries a ghost. Only... Jango isn’t dead. Complete, as of 11 Jan 2021. Words: 8,759. Works: 5. Turn-Off(s): Jango/Obi-Wan

Episode III:

The Vagabond Crew by StephanieStephanie Review: What if Anakin didn’t Fall and ran away with the younglings? It’s not actually that long, and it paints a bleak picture still, but this some-what-of-a-fix-it isn’t a new hope, but many hopes still burning. My heart... WIP as of 16 March, 2021. Words: 19,185. Chapters: 31/?

Sacrifice by Artikka Review: Obi-Wan watches the video of Order 66 with Yoda. There’s a different hurt, here. Even as my heart shrivels up and twists more tears out.... this is still a better 'verse than canon. WIP as of 5 Sept 2020. Words: 6,976. Works: 2. Turn-Off(s): Character Death.

Post-Episode III

💫 Knightrise by deviantaccumulation Review: I think I’ve reread this like four times. There’s so much going on in this ‘verse where we get into the heads of the survivors of a genocide, of Vader, and the bonds between all. The nail here though, is Obi-Wan convincing Yoda away from a fight, from fighting Vader at all, and saving the cinders of the Order. Work in progress, as of 03 Dec 2021. Words: 89,475. Chapters: 27/?

Instead, a small but still alive Jedi Order rises from its ashes on Mandalore.

Unmasked by Mallow_of_the_Marsh Review: There isn’t a central character to this one, but it delves into the consequences of the whole Galaxy seeing the Jedi Temple getting gunned down. Complete, as of 12 Dec 2022. Words: 16,673. Chapters: 6/6

sun of my right hand by loosingletters Review: I need more fics like this one, where Obi-Wan raises Luke himself. Work in progress, as of 01 Mar 2021. Words: 4,307. Chapters: 6/?

inheritance by jesuisdeux Review: Grandpa Dooku gifts his life savings to Obi-Wan. Some officer shows up at Ben’s doorstep on Tatooine. Yes. Now we await part 2 in this series... Complete, as of 14 Mar 2021. Words: 4,737. Chapters: 1/1

Time Travel

Pre-Episode I

Hope Like a Blade, Intolerable by berrymascarpone Review: Would you like your heart shattered, just a little bit? Obi-Wan is born crying, remembering his death. Complete, as of 22 Apr 2020. Words: 2,716 Chapters: 1/1

Whispers of the Future by cywsaphyre Review: Oldie and goodie from ffnet. Author’s stopped writing, so read knowing that Obi-Wan may see the future, but we may never see the future of this fic. WIP as of 28 Jul 2012. Words: 37,640. Chapters: 5/?

💫 One Hundred Hours To Rearrange The Stars by soft_but_gremlin Review: PLEASE READ THIS. Part 1 is completed and Part 2 is a WIP and it’s just glorious seeing Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka in teeny-tiny bodies being cared for by Mandalorians and Jedi on Galidraan. Work in progress, as of 03 Feb 2023. Words: 41,319. Works: 2

Jango Fett expected several things from this hunt on Galidraan. Three hypothermic Jedi children stumbling into his camp was not one of those things.

💫 Change in the air by Ancathepurple Review: Obi-Wan travelling back after his death in canon to his 13-year-old-body fic on the ride back to the Temple after Melida-Daan. The trauma of a General is much worse in everyone’s eyes, and the ‘genius’ he shows by accident... yes, all of this, YES. Peggy Sue-ish, but I’m living for the family lineage feels. I’ve reread this twice already... Work in progress, 18 Nov 2021. Words: 34,521 Chapters: 14/?

Obi-Wan Kenobi left the Jedi order, for many months, only to return, sullen and quiet at Qui-Gon Jinn's side as people speculated the future fate of the once padawan.

Who you are today (is not who you have to be tomorrow) by wildimaginingsofhalfbakedideas Review: Another Obi-Wan travelling back in time to his 13-year-old-body fic, but this time, he hails the True Mandalorians for help since he knows their views on children. There’s quite a bit of mando’a throughout the fic, as Obi-Wan leaves with the True Mandalorians. Work in progress, as of 29 Jan 2023. Words: 69,612 Chapters: 20/?

Time and Time Again by seriouslythoughwhat Review: This has a lot of potential and I hope it’ll continue one day! Basically, if Ben was sent back , before Xanatos is found, but after Melida-Daan. Work in progress, as of 13 June 2020. Words: 12,168, Chapters: 3/?

Obi-Wan's mind travels back in time to his 13-year-old body post Rise of Skywalker. He tries to navigate being a child again, dealing with a Master who doesn't really trust him, and saving everything he loves. In order to do so, he must be willing to accept the help of those who love him, the question is, can he?

💫 a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux Review: There isn’t another fic out there that captures this kind of prose, at least not one that I’ve found. It’s funny and definitely written by some English major out there who was like: what if we had not-gonna-take-your-shit Master Obi-Wan and living-to-spite-the-world Grandpa Dooku deciding to change the plot. Words: 17,263. Chapters: 4/4

Yoda tries to comfort Padawan Kenobi about Melida/Daan, he just doesn't know that Obi-Wan takes his words for, uh, a particular Clone War. Nor does he know he is actually 57.

undeserving fall (this kind of sunlit love) by loosingletters Review: I’m putting this FIRST - Turn-Off: Luke/Palpatine. Yes, you read this crack right. This is crack treated seriously. I gave this fic a chance and so maybe everyone should? Redeeming Palpatine is never something most fics do. Complete, as of 19 Mar 2021. Words: 9,662. Chapters: 1/1. Turn-Off(s): Luke/Palpatine, Romance

A Naboo proverb says that it takes seven steps to fall from grace or climb towards glory. Sheev had never understood why the fall wasn’t considered a victory, when he had fallen towards the dark side with laurels adorning his head.

Post-Episode I

💫 General Kenobi and the Twins by phoenixyfriend Review: Obi-Wan is trying to train Anakin here, and then comes his future-self straight out of a war with two babies in tow. Lovely. Wish there was more in this ‘verse! Complete, as of 11 Nov 2021. Words: 13,174. Chapters: 2/2

Episode II

💫 Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust by Livsy Review: OMG OMGOMG THIS IS JUST. PERFECTION. The POV Outsider from Anakin’s view on a changed Obi-Wan and how THIS Obi-Wan treats him. ;-; I have no words how much I love the hurt/comfort vibes. Work in progress, as of 29 Jan 2023. Words: 24,477 Chapters: 9/10

In which Old Ben has time travelled back to the clone wars era, but twenty years on Tatooine have left their mark. Anakin notices.

Looking Glass by Livsy Review: Another Obi-Wan time travelling to the past; but he carries a Sith lightsaber. Misunderstanding ensue. Work in progress, as of 08 Aug 2022. Words: 18,451. Chapters: 7/?

💫 Living Memory, My Fate to Follow by elsa3beth Review: Ben here really doesn't know his self worth and I hope that this journey not only saves the galaxy, but saves himself. Props also on handling the mental issues, the moral issues, the politics and the military! Definitely a favourite! WIP, as of 13 November 2021. Words: 353,548. Chapters: 30/40

It is a road paved with military campaigns, media faux pas, too many OCs to name, good Jedi, and a very very slowly developed angst that will eventually come to a boil. An exploration of war and friendship, and the moral grays of the Star Wars universe.

Visions in Red by likethesoda Review: So, imagine if jedi and clones recall the canon future-that-would-be. I wasn’t sure to put/categorize this as it’s technically time travel but the memories time travelled, not the person? Anywho. It’s amazing to see how people react to Anakin, how Anakin reacts, and though horrifying, this is also comforting? That they are all alive, and can maybe, possibly, do something. Work in progress, as of 06 June 2022. Words: 16,546. Chapters: 6/?

The Jedi suffer a mass vision, one of death and horror. One of the end of the Order and the Republic. In order to prevent this and save their family, in order to plan, they run to far corners of the galaxy. They lock down as hard as they possibly can. It allows them to truly reflect, for the first time in decades.

💫 Birds Fly in Different Directions by Triscribe Review: One by one, jedi recall their deaths in the future. Yes. YES. Complete, as of 15 Dec 2022. Words: 14,666. Chapters: 3/3

In the corridor beyond her quarters, other Jedi were emerging from their own doors, most of them wide-eyed with shock. A few merely looked blearily concerned, and Aayla heard snatches of questions as she darted past, queries as to whether everyone experienced the same distressing vision. But those who clutched at their chests or throats, their weak points- those Jedi bore a muted horror in their eyes, and Aayla didn’t doubt they’d just suffered their own betrayals from trusted men.

desecrate my lungs by loosingletters Review: Let’s have Vaderkin wake up in the body of General Skywalker, and he forgets to breathe, because he’s been in a suit for two decades. Work in progress, as of 12 Dec 2020. Words: 16,050. Chapters: 8/?

Anakin Skywalker died in his son’s arms on the Death Star. He woke up again in the middle of a battlefield during the Clone Wars, choking because he forgot how to breathe without a machine forcing air in his lungs, unable to stand because he hadn’t been standing on his own legs for two decades.

a distant fire is burning by e_va Review: Cal Kestis travels back in time and ends up in his 10-year-old body, sent off to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s padawan, and everyone deals with the consequences. I love the perspective, the video-game-esque aesthetic, and I want to see more of the changes in dynamics with this new addition to the dysfunctional Jedi lineage! Work in progress, as of 23 Jan 2023. Words: 40,214. Chapters: 7/?

Cal's "time travel" ability has its roots in me joking with a friend about how the game could have canonized the Meditation Points/death respawns in the game (the way they did with the Force Echoes being used as an excuse for worldbuilding.) Don't expect it to be wildly OP or get spammed; it's just a game mechanic that spawned this idea and will be used with reserve.

They Don't Care About Us by ironhoshi Review: Here is another Cal-centric fic! With an added time traveller: Boba Fett! Imagine if these two interrupted Obi-Wan’s meeting with Jango at Kamino, and ended up causing much confusion and interesting changes to the world? Work in progress, as of 27 Feb 2022. Words: 62,215. Chapters: 33/? Turn-Off(s): Obi-Wan/Jango

(I Promise) This Time Will be Different by Nation_Ustria Review: Yes, here’s a third one with Cal. I love the conversations and the interactions with the clones in this one! Seriously... There’s something about these fics... Work in progress, as of 05 Nov 2022. Words: 21,975. Chapters: 7/?

Cal doesn’t know how he ended up back in the Clone Wars. Last he’d checked, time travel isn’t possible, but then, what would he know? He’d only been a Padawan for eight months before Order 66 had gone out.

To Fix the Shattered Past by Forever_A_Thief Review: Throw Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka from the Clone Wars into child bodies during Melida-Daan, and stir. I love the Grandpa Dooku vibes here. Sometimes it’s nice to have fics without the dark side showing in Anakin and Dooku, y’know? Work in progress, as of 22 Jan 2023. Words: 35,976. Chapters: 10/?

Stop All The Clocks by Panda_2703 Review: This fic has Obi-Wan thrown into the body of his General body, and he attempts, through his trauma of dying four years into his exile on Tatooine, to save whoever he can 8 months before the end of the Republic. Ahsoka’s trial goes differently! Work in progress, as of 14 Nov 2022. Words: 37,866. Chapters: 7/?

how to disappear completely by jaigeye Review: Have you ever read a fic with Jango Fett as the time looper? Not just a single travel back but he dies, so many times, and gets back to square one- at least, until we have a hopeful ending for everyone. Complete, as of 25 Feb 2022. Words: 11,595. Chapters: 1/1

Touch Starved by CourtesyTrefflin for uncorrectgrammar Review: This is THE hurt/comfort fic starring Obi-Wan and Vaderkin. There is so much to unpack with these two... Complete, as of 15 Dec 2022. Words: 71,012. Chapters: 22/22

They are Anakin and Obi-Wan. They are Darth Vader and Ben Kenobi. It doesn't matter. Names mean nothing. Not for them. They should be enemies. They are a Jedi Master and a Sith Lord. And yet... nothing can truly keep them apart.

Fate Gives Second Chances by The_subtle_briar Review: Ben is not of sound mind when he wakes up in the past, and it’s understandable that years of trauma and in exile would make him think this all a sham at the beginning. Work in progress, as of 16 Sept 2022. Words: 111,199. Chapters: 30/35. Turn-Off(s): Longfic, Cody/Obi-Wan

there but for the grace of god by wanderlove Review: Let’s have Luke travel back in time from an alternate universe where he’s being raised by Ben! Miscommunication and misunderstandings ensue. Complete, as of 24 Apr 2021. Words: 49,217. Chapters: 12/12

The Kenobi Scandal by AppoApples Review: Both Luke and Ben travel back, and they explain Luke’s existence as Luke Kenobi. Shenanigans ensure for a grand fix-it fic! Complete, as of 23 Dec 2020. Words: 97,426. Chapters: 19/19

Alternate Universe / Crossovers

💫 still much that is fair by RaineyDay Review: Padawan Obi-Wan dimension travels/time travels into a war-torn universe where his padawan saves him? He’s a Master? He’s on the Council?!? Complete as of 4 May 2021. Words: 21,173. Chapters: 8/8. Turn-Off(s): Suicide Attempt/Thoughts.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din by SilverRayan Review: This universe has the Sith Empire, the Mandalorian Empire and the Galactic Republic. The excuse to have Obi-Wan and Jango Fett fight for their sons is great. Work in progress, as of 25 Jul 2022. Words: 18,847. Chapters: 6/? Turn-Off(s): Jango/Obi-Wan

Manda'kara by Virodeil Review: BB!Obi-Wan delves deep into the archives as he nearly ages out for Knighthood. The worldbuilding in this one is amazing! The idea of the culture of the Mandalorians still being preserved here... the POTENTIAL of this series! Completed, as of 22 Dec 2022. Words: 10,569. Chapters: 10/10

24 Seconds by c_m_li Review: Imagine Obi-Wan and Quinlan, teenagers sent off to a mission, go MIA, until they are found by the True Mandolorians. I like the respect in cultures/traditions in this. Complete, as of 26 Sep 2022. Words: 11,314 Chapters: 1/1. Turn-Off(s): Obi-Wan/Quinlan

devoted by loosingletters Review: If Anakin was more eldrich, god-like and this has consequences, in a world, “where the Force splits into aspects of itself, deities for all sentients of the galaxy to worship, people cling to their silent gods, wishing they could be just as powerful.” Complete, as of 06 Mar 2022. Words: 34,308. Chapters: 8/8. Turn-Off(s): slightly Anakin/Obi-Wan.

“You Jedi keep the Republic’s deities,” Shmi spoke before Anakin could. “Or at least those that are not owned by their planets. You have a certain pull to you.”

falling up by obiwanobi, shatou Review: This series is based on if Obi-Wan never got to take in Anakin as his padawan, and Anakin is raised by Palpatine. Vader shows up at Obi-Wan’s doorsteps, and this is Vader’s journey back to the light. Work in progress, as of 18 Nov 2021. Words: 24,060. Works: 9. Turn-Off(s): pre-Obi-Wan/Anakin hinted?

With no root in the land --(To keep my branches green) by llamallamaduck Review: This NARUTO crossover is something I never imagined to like, but wowza. Imagine Anakin, an eldrich being instead of our canon humanoid, dimension travels to the Five Great Shinobi Countries, specifically, Whirlpool. Uzushiogakure will never fall, but the other nations? Hm. Work in progress, as of 28 Nov 2022. Words: 25,490. Chapters: 7/?

He is not a human and he is not a beast and he is not a creature, but he is. He is a being, then. A being that changes and learns and lives. He thinks his name is Ani.

A Star to Steer By by dogmatix, norcumi Review: I’ve never even read/watched Stargate Atlantis before, and you don’t really need to after either. Just… Jedi are all snake-things. Sorta. Obi-Wan and the 212th Company arrive in an alternate dimension. Work in progress, as of 21 Dec 2022. Words: 115,437. Works: 2.

Not so long ago, in a galaxy not very far away at all, there's a Republic with an order of Jedi - a symbiotic species and their clone hosts.

Bare Your Teeth, Soldier by phoenixyfriend Review: OKAY AS A HEADS UP THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE. IT IS NOT SMUT. Now, imagine our regular, canon duo, The Team, ending up in the omegaverse. Yes. This is that fic. I highly recommend, please suspend all disbelief, for the worldbuilding. Work in progress, as of 19 July 2022. Words: 13,306. Chapters: 2/?

A pair of assholes, covered in blood, land in your conference room during a meeting. They bicker for five minutes without even acknowledging the dozen people that were already here, and then greet your coworker like they know the guy, immediately asking why he isn't dead anymore.

On the other side by esama Review: What-if Obi-Wan never became a Jedi Knight? AgriCorps = academics and plants. Much love. Complete, as of 20 Dec 2020. Words: 53,143. Chapters: 14/14

Canon Universe

💫 Reputations. by outpastthemoat Review: There’s something to be said about a fic that captures a badass Gary Stu from POV Outsider, and then POV Obi-Wan is like: ??? Me??? Perfect??? What is a consummate jedi because it ain’t him, fumbling along. Read when you want a feel-good. Complete as of 18 March 2021. Words: 36,738. Chapters: 12/12

not the place that I was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine Review: Worldbuilding on Jedi Traditions, in Anakin’s POV. Could be AU and lead to a hopeful future, but too short (and sweet) to know for sure. Complete, as of 06 Aug 2020. Words: 5,030. Chapters: 1/1

Acknowledged by EclipseMidnight (EternalEclipse) Review: What-if there was more initiations to be done to become a Knight of the Jedi Order? 25 Sept 2017. Words: 14,328. Chapters: 1/1

The Folly of Foresight by Blue_Sunshine Review: The author of Desert Storm made a side-story about canon Obi-Wan knowing his fate with Infinite Sadness, and I live for this. Complete, as of 18 July 2022. Words: 2,431. Works: 2

twin suns by too_obsessed_with_everything Review: There’s something special about fics that verge off the script but still end up back into canon. Leia from Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV Series) is precious and precocious and this really captures a dangerous, coming-of-age adventure. Complete, as of 18 Dec 2022. Words: 37,610. Chapters: 15/15

everything I have ever learned by Fialleril Review: I’m sure everyone and their mother in the SW fandom has heard of the author of Double Agent Vader and the originator of the Tatooine Slave Culture tag. It’s again, amazing worldbuilding, focusing on Luke, and can coincide mostly with canon! I missed this years later, so here’s a flag you missed it too! Complete, as of 04 June 2019. Words: 12,717. Chapters: 2/2

Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove Review: This one is old, and I was going to leave the big-name, many-kudosed fics out of this list, but I felt like this one may be harder to find. The fic that made me first click the Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker tag. Complete, as of 15 Aug 2018. Words: 51,336. Chapters: 7/7

Let us consider the fact that the Jedi Order is a monastic religious organization based out of a temple, with five basic tenets of faith. Ch 1: Death, yet the Force (meeting Anakin) Ch 2: Chaos, yet Harmony (teaching Anakin) Ch 3: Passion, yet Serenity (teaching a teenaged Anakin, good grief) Ch 4: Ignorance, yet Knowledge (Anakin is a Knight now, why is he still Obi-Wan’s problem?) Ch 5: Heresy, yet Orthodoxy (actual plot? Ie, Clones and Sith) Ch 6: Emotion, yet Peace (epilog) Ch 7: extras / deleted scenes

#time travel fic recs #au fic recs #fic recs list #fic recs #obi-wan kenobi fic recs #obi-wan kenobi #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3fic recs #sw fanfic recs #star wars fanfic recs #star wars fic recs #gen fics #mostly genfics at least #dimension travel fic recs #time travel - alternate universe #hbd gift

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Inquisitorius lines from the outline of my Grand Inquisitor series (aka the Guard series):

The Grand Inquisitor- “We are on the same side, Sister, one where failure. is not. tolerated. This job is not meant to be taken personally. It is time that you learn to see that.”

The Second Sister- “She will be one of our finest.”

The Third Sister- “You want to know what I think about the Jedi? A Jedi took everything from me."

The Fourth Sister- “And what of Kenobi?"

The Fifth Brother- “You think you deserve that position over the rest of us? You think you're smarter than everyone else? Even you can lose.”

Sixth Sister (OC)- “Ah, yes, Operation: Knightfall, the incursion. A slaughter. I was lucky enough to escape while everyone else was distracted with the clones.”

The Seventh Sister- “Cool it, blueberry!"

The Eighth Brother- “What do you think, kid? Wanna take me? I’ll even take off my helmet to make it easier for you.”

The Ninth Sister- “Well, I guess even the Grand Inquisitor is haunted by his past.”

#excuse the lack of visciousness from the second sister fourth sister and seventh sister #they don't have many lines so far #everyone else is bitter and toxic and i love it #still have a few other inquisitors I want to write it- can't forget the sixth and tenth brothers after all #anyway #inquisitorius #grand inquisitor #reva sevander #trilla suduri #fourth sister #fifth brother #seventh sister #eighth brother #ninth sister #oc #star wars #fanfiction

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I posted 9,593 times in 2022

45 posts created (0%)

9,548 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@do-you-have-a-flag

@his-name-is-ed

@grandmastattoo

@buglovescas

@wizardmullet69

I tagged 8,369 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#our flag means death - 1,131 posts

#spn - 1,021 posts

#stranger things - 999 posts

#star wars - 336 posts

#the mandalorian - 231 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 202 posts

#joseph quinn - 138 posts

#mcr - 129 posts

#succession - 128 posts

#goncharov - 120 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#he's soooo beautiful i would've blushed my way through the entire shopping experience and consciously tried not to buy anything embarrassing

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

147 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

hey!! sorry to bother but I was wondering if you have read any steddie fics at all or that you enjoyed..... I am very afraid of going into the tag without guidance and wanted to ask if you have any recs (I follow very little people in the fandom) !! :o) thank u anyways hope u have a good day

hello bestie! you're so right tbh i'm fighting for my life in this tag, but here are all the steddie fics that i really like so far (under the cut):

You Children Of Today (Are Children of the Grave) by CaptainHoney (E)

Fall Forever (and Never Look Behind) by CaptainHoney (E)

aka @grandmastattoo: chief steddie understander and purveyor of incredible fics and playlists. this series is my top favourite ever!!!!!

Promethean by CaptainHoney (E)

the tags say dead dove do not eat but boy did i FEAST

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (E)

one of my favourite writers, all their fics are fantastic. speaking of:

Keep It for Me by stereobone (E)

i'm going to blame the full sobbing wailing breakdown i had over this on the fact that my wedding is also coming up, but who's going to believe me? certainly not me.

Some Things Cosmic by stereobone (E)

this got me in my feelings so bad oh my GOD i would do anything to make this real

Play It Right by stereobone (E)

every little character detail of this is just. i could chefs kiss until my fingers bleed about it all.

You're the Driver, You're the Road by stereobone (E)

Are You Flagging? by soidade (E)

one of the most popular steddie fics on ao3, if not thee most

stereoscope by seraphy (E)

just finished this one and woof! heavy on the delicious steve angst. i love when stranger things fics dive into the endless trauma so this one got me good.

make a deal with god by mcalpines (T)

SO very funny, one of my favourites ever!

Easy, Easy, Easy by judasofsuburbia (E)

what can i say, i adore a deeply comforting happily-ever-after future fic.

misgiven by palmviolet (T)

another good stranger things writer, their current wip has me hooked (more on that later)

Mutual Future by knell (E)

another funny one! i love when men are stupid <3

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy (M)

songfics can be so hit or miss, and this is an absolute hit. embarrassing for me that i genuinely love all the songs on the titular mixtape though.

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edward teach and the 5 stages of grief

the soundtrack to blackbeard's daily breakdowns.

[an our flag means death mix]

208 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

the tv tropes entry for goncharov (1973) is pretty interesting since it's obviously referencing the heavily edited tv version

katya wouldn't be just a 'mysterious woman' if they hadn't censored her relationship with sofia, despite how essential it is to the film. hope the resurgence of interest will highlight the misrepresentation that tanked its box office success in the first place

1,388 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #awwww my wedding post is my number one for this year!!! cute #also HOWLING at goncharov making the cut #wish all the playlists i made this year would've made the cut. since spotify's coward ass won't do it

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beyond-far-horizons · 2 years

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I feel the conflict within you...

I really don’t know how to feel about the Kenobi show.

*Spoilers*

At its best it was great - the Prequels callbacks and integration of Star Wars Rebels were my favourites and it was a joy to see Ewan and Hayden back and enjoying their roles esp after all the negativity they got at the time (sadly I wasn’t a massive fan of everything in the Prequels myself, but I’m loving seeing them back.)

But frankly I felt it made little sense, had little point and tampered too greatly with the set-up for the OT. And don’t get me started on the amount of times characters had to hold the Idiot Ball or the terrible dialogue! I feel really ungrateful saying this as we are lucky to get what we did but I just feel so confused by the way it was put together. The number of times Vader just let Obi Wan go literally to serve the plot, the fact they couldn’t find a dude dressed exactly like a Jedi (cloak and everything) and he was able to hide Leia *under his cloak* in a top security military base it just seemed ludicrous. Empire’s hunting him/it’s letting him go/nope it’s def hunting him/no it’s letting him escape...Vader’s obsessed with him/no he’s letting a minion confront him/no he’s killing him!/nah he’s just gonna stare at him as he gets saved. And BOTH of them do the Bond Villain fail of walking away when they MUST KNOW the other is alive due to the Force?!

Also what was Kingo from the Eternals doing there? Totally took me out, he was awful. It felt like the MCU ffs! He was playing the character exactly the same.

And the dialogue - ugh. “YOu SHouLd HaVE KILLed ME ....WheN yoU HAd tHE cHanCE!”

“Goodbye...Darth...” His Sith name is Vader, you muppet! Darth is a title, you know that, you fought the bloody Sith. Oh someone Force Lightning me already!

Luke and Leia...hmm I just feel this was cute but it wasn’t good enough to mess with the OT the way it did and frankly it took some of the mystique off of Leia. There’s this thing with prequels and worldbuilding (I know I’m a writer) where you feel drawn to develop threads and fill in character by creating foundations for things in your initial narrative, but there’s also a thing with over-milked series when they want to explain every damn thing and tie it neatly in bow (same issue with Solo) and I feel this is the latter.

It also didn’t fill in two major plotholes it really could have done -Vader telling Luke Obi Wan once thought as he did aka that Obi Wan thought Vader could be turned back to the Light and Leia’s memory of Padme.

Given what we got and what we could have gotten, would you have preferred this or Obi Wan learning Anakin is alive and trying to redeem him, maybe against Qui Gon’s wishes (call back to Luke and Yoda in Empire and yes I would have brought Qui Gon back alot sooner) and have Anakin reject him, maybe with Palpatine laughing in the background. We could have Leia seeing Padme in Obi Wan’s mind (or recalling Force visions of Padme while she was in the womb - I really wanted to see Padme back for a moment!) This could have been a real test of Vader as well as of Obi Wan as the series hinted at the end with Palpatine. I feel it was a real missed opportunity and in some ways the most elaborate cosplay exercise. I don’t feel it really had much to say overall aside a Sequels-esque ‘realistic’ view of Kenobi’s PTSD. Okay fine but it could have been done better and more in line with the Star wards feel.

And that’s it...yet again this series doesn’t feel like Star Wars. The music or lack of it made a big difference but really it’s the same reoccurring problem - the execs don’t understand the mythic base and how to grow something new out of it. Episodes of Clone Wars and The Mandalorian have come closest to this but they are still lacking the heart of what made the OT so magical. They really need to go back to the Jungian psychology underpinning the story - that the core, not the ‘used galaxy’ look, western/samurai feel or meme call backs.

Anyway I liked aspects of it, I’m grateful we have it but I do feel it was another missed opportunity with some bizarre choices. What do you think?

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #spoilers #prequels

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Watch "Coldplay - Viva La Vida (Official Video)" on YouTube

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Now he's sitting up there with bright eyes trying to say he's my grand nephew and he's nothing to do with him for the most part he's very hated by him and our grand nephew here is trying to kill the guy and he hits him every once in a while and it's lethal. And he has no clue absolutely no clue. So he's mocking everyone saying when I ruled the world and that being the king with the title is going to make him King which it does not and we're going to dethrone him if he gets coronated. Now he goes through several deaths and a whole bunch of movies it looks like he makes this video after he is Schwarzenegger and during his neo. And he's almost done my grand nephew says that's it for him he stops there it's after he's we gone though no quigon is someone else at that point and now we see Anakin is there when he's burning so it could be true but he's gone after he is general grievous and his people are gone they become robots they all crammed inside those things it's disgusting he thinks it's just her brain in the midsection which could be true you see them with these needle type things all over the place it's gross. you can hear them in the background the far distance saying I'm burning I'm burning I need it I need it I need you and they go around injecting each other and really it's quite often and the idiots don't know how to install it on the machine and really they should have a filling station and a mobile one but the stupid and it's too late they're already gone that's when they die and he dies fighting Stan AKA Obi-Wan Kenobi and he's a rebel but he's a very poor one and very mean to a grand nephew he's trying to insult the s*** out of him all the time saying I'm King I'm King and he knows just the title and he knows in this case he gets rid of him what a waste of time this guy is

Mac Daddy

He's a huge insulting prick I'm going to get even with a little loser it does this after the Conan series in the Schwarzenegger series and this coordination is coming up and he doesn't quite make it right after New Zealand he gets put back together and he becomes Queen any attacks Darth maul because he thinks that he's the king and wants his throne and that's who he is and fighting over it and he gets stabbed into doing them and die is completely looking ass and he gets burned and fighting pulls them off and stuff some into all these robots so he's going to fight people for him but it's crazy don't ask us how we get his gets it done it's insane. Apparently he crashed the whole fleet and everyone's afraid of him

Thor Freya

That's right lizard boy it's your time and shine like a monkey okay monkey shine what a douche

Zues Hera

You should see what he's saying it's hilarious I'll get you I'm in your house I'm going to steal your ass tray it's kind of what he's like is a moron

Daniel

You have some of our son's personal articles we have to get rid of you he's all those things just to get by

Thor Freya

Yes see you later toaster LOL

Zues Hera

Goodbye toaster and you get me killed too well I didn't see that but I see you dying and boy we're going to have to make it happen cuz it's in the movie

Bja

#Youtube

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cynderrfall · 4 years

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desert ghosts

#star wars hell #star wars #the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #darth maul #aka what i want to see in the kenobi series #not to be dramatic or anything but i fuckin hate this #satine kryze #qui gon jinn #tcw #obitine #i dont know what to tag this as rip #2020 art #my art

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saccharine-scribbles · 2 years

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Wishing On Dandelions All Of The Time | Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Princess!Reader

aka I want Ewan McGregor to kiss me, the fanfic

Warnings: Nothing really, just a whole lotta fluff that I may or may not turn into a series lol 💘

Word count: no idea, I wrote this on my phone lol but it's short n sweet

Admittedly, you weren't supposed to be doing this. As Princess of Tangenine, you were supposed to be sitting in on this meeting with your father, the King of Tangenine. It was an important mission that could mean big things for your people; if you could secure an alliance, then your people would have no reason to go to war. Two Jedi were brought in to escort you and your father to the meeting, which was held on Naboo due to it being neutral ground and ally to both your planet and the opposing one. The two Jedi in question were Qui-Gon Jinn, a tall, serious-yet-serene man and his padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You certainly had nothing against Qui-Gon Jinn: he was everything you expected a Jedi to be. But Padawan Kenobi was different. He was just as outwardly calm as his master was, but over the few days you had known him, you had found the right way to crack him. He had a bit of a dry, witty sense of humor, but something about it worked. You liked how easy Obi-Wan was to talk to, and as a bonus, he always seemed to be down for something mischievous as well. Hence why you were outside with him instead of attending the meeting.

Surely, nobody would notice you two missing for a bit. Your father and the ambassador could certainly handle the politics. You were along more for show and to gain some experience more than anything else. And not to mention, you didn't plan on being gone for long, you simply needed some air, and you had been far too tempted to not invite Obi-Wan to tag along with you. You could tell the young Jedi was rather bored with the dry political discussion, just the same as you.

The sun was warm on your skin, the air around you balmy. You didn't mind in the slightest, grateful for the respite. There were plenty of gardens nearby that you were sure would be mostly empty, which is what lead to you and Obi-Wan sitting in the grass.

"With all due respect, your Highness, I don't know if I can survive another moment of politics." Obi-Wan quips, the corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly.

You snickered. "I completely agree. Although, you don't have to be so formal. It's only us around." You pointed out.

"My apologies. It's a force of habit," Obi-Wan replies. Then, he added on by saying your first name carefully, as if he's testing it on his tongue.

That made you giggle. You eye him carefully, watching as he toys with the hem of his robe. "Obi-Wan, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all,"

"You mentioned something about the living Force in our last conversation. Does that mean," For show, you plucked a nearby flower out of the ground. "this flower has the living Force?"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Everything alive has the living Force, it's in all of us. See, you've just went and murdered that poor plant, meaning it will be returned to the cosmic Force."

You frowned slightly. "Well, now I feel guilty."

"No need to feel guilty," Obi-Wan assured you. The living Force and the cosmic Force are in a loop, of sorts. It will be returned to the living Force eventually."

That did make you feel marginally better, but if you were honest with yourself, anything Obi-Wan could say would comfort you in several situations – he simply had that calming way about him.

"So that means I have the living Force. Can you sense me?" You ask.

"Not in the way I would be able to sense another Jedi, but yes, I can. Your aura is..." Obi-Wan trailed off, a dusting of pink having appeared on his cheeks very suddenly. "I find your aura to be rather... beautiful."

You titled your head. "Why did that make you hesitate?"

'I wouldn't want to offend you or make you uncomfortable, your Highness." Obi-Wan admitted.

This man. "I'm not offended in the slightest, Obi-Wan. I see it as nothing more than a compliment,"

He nodded, relieved.

Your eyes darted around nervously as you prepared to ask your next question. "I have something else to ask."

"Do go on," Obi-Wan answered.

You couldn't believe you were about to ask this. "Have you ever kissed before?"

To that, Obi-Wan blinked. Once, then twice, an intense blush taking over his features. "I can't say I have,"

"Neither have I," You breathed. You had always grown up rather sheltered, so perhaps this was your way of rebellion: wanting to kiss your Jedi protector. "Perhaps we could... try it." you suggested, your cheeks feeling heated at the mere idea.

Obi-Wan's eyes darted to your lips, an indecisive look overtaking his features.

You leaned in closer, to the point where your shoulders were touching. He whispered your name, tucking a hair behind your ear.

You whispered his name in kind, and finally closed the distance between the two of you. Obi-Wan went rigid in surprise at first, before hesitantly returning the kiss.

His lips were softer than you expected. When you pulled away after a few moments, his azure eyes were looking at you longingly.

Before you could say anything, he kissed you again.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan x female!reader #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan fluff #annalia writes

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mightydragoon · 4 years

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Darth Vader A+ Parenting.

While Darth Vader in canon ain’t exactly the nicest fellow, this is a Vader or Anakin who has no qualms getting what he wants and using any methods to do so.

Or otherwise known as Darth Vader A+ Parenting.

1. to gain a son Russy

After falling into a trap laid by the Empire and being captured by two Inquisitors, Luke Skywalker wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar man watching over him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25019218/chapters/60586045

2. No Time Like The Present PinkEasterEggs

In a Galaxy where Princess Leia Organa and Luke Vader have always known they were twins, a deadly discovery by their biggest enemy throws their entire lives upside down. Yet again.

Now on the run from the Empire, the Skywalker twins find it their mission to bring peace back to the Galaxy once more. And with Darth Vader on their trail, that mission is far more complicated than they originally believed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24754825/chapters/59851300

(Note* Part 3 of the Back To The Future series. Can be read as standalone)

3. The Heir - SpellCleaver

Darth Vader just killed his master and learned a galaxy-changing truth: the child Palpatine adopted, the Imperial prince and heir, is actually Vader’s son, raised by Palpatine to torment him.

Meanwhile, Luke Palpatine just woke up from severe injuries he sustained in a Rebel attack to a galaxy where his father is dead, he is the Emperor, and the figure from all his childhood nightmares is acting suspiciously nice.

They figure it out from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24024442/chapters/57801529

4. Eclipse - SpellCleaver

Luke and Leia, the twin children of Darth Vader and heirs to the Emperor himself, defect. When they do, it's naturally a dream come true for the Rebellion and the mother they never knew, one that's been a long time in the making.

But they have to get to that point first.

Or: Darth Vader unwittingly sends his children down the merry path of treason... and the ugly, painful fallout.

(Note* Obviously)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18221840/chapters/43109123

5. Walking the Line Between - aradian_nights

After an emotional confrontation on Bespin, Luke Organa has been captured, and his newfound twin Leia Skywalker will not stop until she has rescued him. Even if that means murdering their own father.

( How the Other Half Lives - aradian_nights)

(Note* the entire series is this but more in particular the recent additions, I’ve already discussed this story multiple times before so you know the drill )

6. The kidnappings of a Sith Lord - maedre13

How a certain Sith Lord may or may not kidnap his rebel son. One-shots. Strongly inspired by sparklight´s “Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn´t Get Away”.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10606992/chapters/23453241

(Note* not all these chapters are Vader at his worst but he isn’t exactly a top notch parent in them either)

7. How to Save the World from its Heroes - stardustgirl

Being the Avatar’s—and Fire Lord’s—non-bending heir isn’t what Luke signed up for. He also didn’t sign up for an Agni Kai he can’t possibly win, or for getting dragged into a search for someone who can kill his own dad. Then again, someone has to bring the world back into balance, and if his dad won’t, then Luke might as well give it his best shot. After all, how much worse can things get?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24948487/chapters/60386875

(Note* Only started and already you can see Vader A+ Parenting in all its glory)

8. your heart is full of stars and your hands full of shattered glass -victoriousscarf

Nineteen years ago, Vader took his children off Mustafar, and Palpatine raised them to be Sith, the perfect weapons he had been looking for.

Except the very eve of his greatest victory, the fully functional Death Star, Luke Skywalker defects to the floundering but growing Rebel Alliance. His sister follows because someone needs to watch out for that fool.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13242183/chapters/30290415

9. Love of a daughter. - youngjusticewriter

"and yet, so far at least we have yet to figure out what you gain from this." It's a question as well as statement. A chance to explain, to come clean on why she - a unknown Sith- had assassinated they're precious, beloved Chancellor (what fools). But how could you come clean when there is so much blood on her hands? Never-mind the sins and blood on Vader and Luke's when her family had been alive.

When she answers it's not because she's announcing her transgressions in hope that her heavy, dirty soul might be saved. One couldn't repent when they didn't feel guilt in their sin.

"For the love of a daughter." Leia pauses and looks back at Anakin and thinks: I did this to avenge you. After thinking that Leia says one more thing - the last thing actually because she nothing else to say after this.

"And you should have been more careful electing your Chancellor. You never know who is Sith." This has double meaning but she's the only person who knows it.

And she's fine with that (no, she isn't).

Leia wonders if her younger self and Luke will ever become the monsters like her Luke had been and the monster she is.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10924239/chapters/24297558

10. Literal Hell - TreeOfTime

Luke Lars is content as a Moisture Farmer with his father and mother... until two people come to find what was lost to them...

Then all hell broke lose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22579066/chapters/53957833

(Note* oh dear lord Vader A+ Parenting in its full glory, a Sith Leia for flavour and a non force sensitive Luke. )

11. Dynasty - Valerie_Vancollie: Co-authored by Rebecca Thomson aka Zekkers.

Hit in the leg by a stormtrooper's blaster bolt, Luke falls in the Death Star hanger bay and is unable to escape on the Falcon along with Han and Leia. During the subsequent interrogation, his true heritage is revealed and Vader instantly takes him to Coruscant, determined to reclaim the son the Jedi stole from him. But the glory of the Imperial capital belies its true nature, where politics and power are everything and anything is fair game in the never ending game to reach the top. Not lying, not betrayal, assassination, sabotage, blackmail, nor seduction. As he commences his Sith training, Luke must also learn the rules and etiquette of the Imperial Court if he is to survive as most of his enemies fight their battles with words and political maneuverings rather than military force. Yet, even as he struggles to gain his place within the Empire, Luke learns that his best friend has joined the Alliance...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13111908/chapters/29997507

12. Fractured twists - Annessarose

Timelines are fickle things.

Every line is balanced precariously on the precipice. One shift, one twitch of a finger, one step in the wrong direction, and entire stories change. Lives flicker out, galaxies rise and fall, but the Force is always a constant.

Each moment is carefully balanced. We know how the Siege of Mandalore happened - how the former Jedi padawan Ahsoka Tano led her men into victory. How she defeated Maul in single combat and earned the loyalty of Lady Bo-Katan Kyrze. How she rode her ship too late to meet with Anakin Skywalker, and how the galaxy fell and burned under the hand of the Sith.

This is the way it could have gone if Obi-Wan had followed Ahsoka to Mandalore.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24158608

13. Runaway- Valerie_Vancollie

Co-authored by Rebecca Thomson aka Zekkers & a contest winner.

What if Luke had runaway from Tatooine and joined the Imperial Academy?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12976095

14. A Mother's Decision - Valerie_Vancollie

What if Padmé had brought Luke to Vader when Luke was only nine months old?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12915687

15. Descent into Darkness - Valerie_Vancollie

What if instead of waiting for Luke to come to him on Endor, Vader had gone for Luke and the others, capturing them while with the Ewoks?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12908223

16. Avenge and Conquer - arikylo

The Alliance has fallen into a very well laid trap and now Luke has no choice but to hand himself over to Vader. But what does the father have in store for the son? Can Luke handle the torture and the ruthless tactics of the Empire or will he be forced to surrender and embrace the dark side?

The struggle between the light and the dark is strenuous, relationships crumble and all is looking bleak for the Alliance.

Dark!AU set after ESB.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3058115/chapters/6639581

17. The Terrorist - Seasider

High above Bespin in Cloud City, Vader chooses not reveal his identity and instead uses deceit to trick Luke into surrendering. The Dark Lord has a lot on his agenda, so he entrusts the breaking of his son to an Imperial interrogator, unaware that the man has an agenda of his own: revenge.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24810643/chapters/60006952

(Note* Dead Dove do not eat. Contains some reall fucked up shit)

18. Consequences - treenahasthaal

An intense burst of light and a vicious blow to his left shoulder sent him spinning violently backward and he fell...

What if Luke hadn't made it off the Death Star immediately following Kenobi's death?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/809144/chapters/1527145

(Note* It’s also a boba fett/ luke)

19. Instinct - treenahasthaal

There was something about the blond boy in the crowd of detainees that caught Commander Yarryn's attention. Something that pulled at his gut and told him there was more about this captive than met the eye. It was his duty to find out what it was the boy was hiding - and find it he would, for Yarryn was very good at his job.

12 weeks after the destruction of the Death Star.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2185854/chapters/4785594

( Part 1 of the Invictus series)

20. Child of Mine - Oneshotshipper

AU. Darth Vader discovers Leia at a young age. Barely managing to escape her father's clutches the first time, young Leia goes into hiding and becomes the Empire's most-wanted fugitive. If the second time comes, fate will not be as kind. Meanwhile, Darth Vader would tear apart the galaxy itself to possess and keep his child. The Dark Side seems to inevitably be the fate of the Skywalkers.

21. To Catch a Daughter, One must... - ftbprotocol

A variety of AU one-shots where in canon Leia stayed a secret, but in these stories did not. Because there needs to be more Leia and Vader fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12173637/chapters/27632673

22. Daughter Over The Son - Keetajet

Work is inspired by ftbprotocol's work "To Catch a Daughter, One must..."

The moment where Darth Vader did not save his son. Instead, he will have his daughter.

Leia's future went downhill the moment she felt her brother die on the second Death Star, leading to their capture on Endor. Only she, Han, and Chewie survived the failed ground assault and they were restrained and being held at gun point.

She has a bad feeling about this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25354183/chapters/61476130

23. Before the Emperor - SilverDaye

Luke is defeated and captured at Cloud City by Vader. He is then dragged before the Emperor. However Palpatine is dead. Luke's father is alive. And someone else holds the reigns to Vader and the Empire.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15950198/chapters/37196351

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Rec Roundup – February 2021 #2

Well hello, you!

Alas, February is shrinking in the rearview mirror, and while it left us yearning for another taste of its sweet tang, we must bid adieu to the month of amor, while ushering in … March.

See you for another round of fic recs on the Ides of March! But don’t let David know, we wouldn’t want another nighttime oopsie daisy.

~Side note: We’ll be doing a separate @scseason7 roundup after author reveals on the 6th, so keep an eye out for that.~

Downtime by another_hero, Alexis & Ruth, G, 1198 words

Summary: Alexis and Ruth have a slumber party at a fancy hotel.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: First of all, love the concept of Alexis and Ruth being besties. Second of all, the way their personalities play off of each other here is so much fun. I would love to be invited to this slumber party, and the nice thing about these two is that I think they'd gladly extend an invitation to everyone to join the fun.

falling in love at a coffee shop by @thankstwy, @landofsonlali, and @anniemurphys, Alexis/Twyla, G & T, 2059 words

Summary: Alexis has never been good at getting the timing right. Twyla decides that it's about time that they do.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Full disclosure, I wrote the first fic in this series – but the other two fics are so wonderful, I couldn't let them go unrecced. I love when fics give Twyla a chance to take charge of her destiny and to step out of the sidelines and into the spotlight in a way that canon never did. And the final fic is a picture-perfect rom-com in all its trope-y glory. 🥺

from words, but not from beauty [The Good Place crossover] by synchronicities, Alexis Rose & Tahani Al-Jamil, G, 2111 words

Summary: Two wine-drunk socialites have a fight.

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: Everyone who has ever talked about Alexis Rose and Tahani Al-Jamil meeting is one thousand percent correct, no matter if they think it they’d be enemies or BFFs or lovers (or enemies-to-bffs-to-lovers). So I was DELIGHTED to see this fic pop up, and it’s charming from start to finish. The name-dropping! The characterisation! I would read a million more words of this, and yet at the same time the amount of words I got is PERFECT.

i can tell that we are gonna be friends by @thankstwy, David & Twyla (background Alexis/Twyla), G, 700 words

Summary: When it's time for the newly-branded Twyla's Café Tropical to reopen, Twyla asks David for a favour. AKA: Help me, David-Wan Kenobi! You're my only hope!

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: I am such a sucker for any fic that explores David and Twyla being friends, and I particularly love this one being set post-canon! Of course Twyla knows the way to David’s heart is by valuing his skills, and of course David wants to try.

I’ve Got This by @missgeevious, Patrick & Alexis, G, 392 words

Summary: Patrick and Alexis get pulled over.

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: This fic packs so many jams into such a small wordcount — I love Patrick and Alexis’ relationship, I love frustrated Patrick, and I love that I can absolutely envisage Alexis’ expression every step of the way through this. This fic is the definition of short and sweet!

I want to show you the shape I'm in by @yourbuttervoicedbeau, Alexis/Stevie, T, 1017 words

Summary: The backing track for 'Money, Money' is already pumping out of the speakers when she pokes her head around the door to see Patrick and Stevie stomping around each other like they have been in every rehearsal, while the smokeshow Alexis assumes is the choreographer takes notes on a little clipboard.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Patrick and Stevie's dance rehearsal lives rent-free in my mind, and I suspect that I'm not alone. I love how fanfic can not only answer all the little "what if"s that pop into our heads, like "what if Alexis saw one of their rehearsals?" but expand upon it so that the answer becomes greater than what you thought it could be. There's such a natural evolution from amused curiosity to want, and the tone is so light and playful, this could have easily taken place within the canon.

perfect cup of coffee by @samwhambam, Stevie/Twyla, T, 842 words

Summary: Twyla learns that Stevie is very good at making coffee.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: I love reading about the excitement that comes with the start of a new relationship, and this quiet, gentle little fic delivers that in spades. Not only is it such a sweet reflection on their relationship, but it's also such a good character study of these two. The promise that life has to offer the two of them is so evident and heartwarming!

Recognize my role, i fucked up the timing (gonna pay dearly for years full of silence) by @turningtimeinthetardis, Alexis/Ted and Alexis/Twyla, T, 338 words

Summary: She and Alexis have something. Or they're on the verge of having something. Right?

Rec [written by samwhambam]: Short and sweet and full of angst. Just like I like my coffee in the morning. (Truly, give this a read if you want your heart to be broken in 338 words. Hurts so good.)

Swiping Regret by @treepyful, Ray & Ronnie, T, 3197 words

Summary: Ray’s adventures on Bumpkin: the aftermath of five bad dates and one good one.

Rec [written by samwhambam]: It’s a 5 + 1 of Ray DATING!! D-A-T-I-N-G and then going to his bff’s house afterwards to debrief. It’s a perfect fic. It’s the kind of fic that makes you want to go hug your own Ronnie and tell them thank you for also supporting you through your own tinder adventures. Also there’s a hinted relationship between Ray and a townie that has me wanting more.

This Stupid, Wonderful, Boring, Amazing Job by @lilythesilly, Alexis/Twyla, G, 1129 words

Summary: “I once had my own reality tv show, ‘ A Little Bit Alexis’; maybe you’ve seen it? I was also a plant on three seasons of ' The Bachelor Australia .' So I’m, like, super familiar with how confessionals work. Anyway, I came to Dunder Mifflin because I needed a quick temp job since our super shady business manager ran off with all of my family’s money, and it turns out I can literally sell anything to anyone. Even paper.” A cute lil 'The Office' AU.

Rec [written by samwhambam]: Do you love Alexis/Twyla? Do you love the office? If you answered yes to either one of those, you will love this fic. This moment between them perfectly mirrors a Jim and Pam scene and it really makes you root for them. I highly recommend.

Happy reading, friends!

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WIP TAG GAME

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

AAHH!! @bookjoyworm thank you so much for tagging me!!! I was really intrigued by your titles!!! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

I.....have a lot of WIPs. So, uh- they’re all under the cut (>//A//<;) I’m discounting all the old ones I know I’ll never get back to!

(ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

(Fulfilled asks and ao3 published fics are linked!)

DMBJ:

A Ning & Jiang Zisuan & Liu Sang fam

ChuChu kicks Heihua in the ASS (GET IT BOYS!)

Guardian Crossover

HaoHua are Soft Idiots

Hei Xiazi/Chuchu/Xiao Hua/Xiu Xiu

High Jr dmbj rewrite

iron THREESOME adopt Li Cu

iron threesome pt.2 Li Cu the Cockblocker

iron threesome pt.3 Li Cu makes a FRIEND (aka SUPERPOWERED BABY)

iron triangle transmigrators

Jia Kezi & Li Cu

Jia Kezi and Wu Xie

Jia Kezi amnesia Guardian crossover

Jia Kezi timeloop

Jiang Zisuan SNEAKY BB

Li Cu & Bai Haotian

Li Cu in reboot

Li Cu travels back - poly

Li Cu time travel series (Wu Xie is EMBARRASSING)

Liang Wan centric

Liang Wan is BROS with Xiao Ge

Liu Sang fam

Liu Sang IRON PYRAMID

Liu Sang timeloop

Modern Princess Mute

Pan Zi loves his son Wu Xie

star wars crossover

Wu Xie adopts Xiao Bai and Li Cu

Wu Xie Poly fic

Wu Xie takes Xiao Ge’s place :(

WU XIE timetravels!! to Mystic Nine!

MDZS:

guardian crossover.2 reborn in mdzs

guardian crossover

jiang cheng finds baoshan sanren

jin ling reborn

Jingyao

Lan Jingyi reborn

Lan Yuan reborn

Lotus Pier training

Meng Yao and Mo Xuanyu

meng yao hanahaki

Mo Xuanyu bookstore au

modern!huaisang

Nie Huaisang death death death

Nie Huaisang hanahaki

ouyang zizhen reborn

rogue cultivator jiang cheng raises jin ling

SW Crossover

Yanli timetravels

GUARDIAN:

and i’d die for you (again and again and again)

Feral!Shen Wei & Zhao Yunlan’s ass Suffers

Mama Zhao is brought back to life!!!

Shen Wei has friends

that one Sakura fic

the ABO fic

The one where Da Qing and Zhao Yunlan are married

the possessive panties one

unconventional timeloop

utter filth

Ye Zun has amnesia take TWO

Ye Zun has amnesia!

Yunlan is a selkie

Zhao Yunlan Amnesia fic!

Zhao Yunlan makes a deal with the hallows (chronic pain TIMETRAVEL)

STAR WARS:

(broken into folders haha)

A Brief Snapshot:

Oldman Bruck

Ahsoka:

Twin Blades

All Our Yesterdays series

All Our Yesterdays (hurt more than i can say)

Blind!Xanatos:

Part.One

Part.Two

Feral Lives AU:

these ruined hands of mine (they seek out you, always you)

Jedha:

Chirrut Revisited

Chirrut

Jedi and Their Clones:

Bant’s Battalion

Hurricane Company

Feemor’s Fleet

Garen

Qui-Gon

Xanatos

King Maul:

Part.1

Oneshots:

Agricorps Obi + Clones

Bodhi and Leia become Besties

Bruck survives and gets sent to Clone Wars

DinLukeEzra!Au

Five People Shmi Skywalker Helped and One Person Who Helped Her

Gernal Shmi ver.2

General Shmi

Hairmaster Obi-Wan Kenobi

Hanahaki

Jedi as slaves

Kilindi Matako Lives

Little Gods

Manakin

Maul the Hot Single Dad

Maul&Ahsoka&Rex BROT3

my jedi (he did it to himself)

Never Goes the Way You Planned

O’ Death

Obligatory ABO Fic

Old Loves Not Forgotten

Poebi

rey is shmi

Sense8 au

Temple Guard

The First Apprentice

The Hunt

Unexpected Affection

why am i doing this

Xanatos becomes Obi-Wan’s Master

XanObi

Zuko fucks shits up

S Fics:

Lukin

Obisoka timetravel

sand and stardust:

Part Two.hurricane on the edge of oblivion (with nowhere to go)

Shmi the Marvel Mom:

Ironwalker

Spidey’s a Nerd:

Star Wars is for Nerds (and Luckily Spidey is one of the nerdiest of them all)

Star Trek Crossovers:

Bones

ExplorCorps

Una as a Jedi

Suns’ Worth:

Kaf and Quiet Nights Pt.2

Scarred Lekku Pt.3

Twin Suns:

One of Many

STAR TREK:

Mirror!verse

5 Times Leonard McCoy Allowed Himself to be a Father Despite the Empire (and the one time it made him too damn vulnerable)

How each of the bridge crew found out McCoy was a father

No Matter How Sweet the Salt:

Beg.

Tony Stark doesn’t know what to do with himself

At least he’s got JARVIS

MARVEL:

Trans!Thor:

Part 2.Tony

Part 3.Stormbreaker

Oneshots:

Agent Winter

Clint

God!Tony

Gwen and Harry come back

Immortal!Tony

immortals!miles

Marvel crossover- Billy lives

Miles gets stuck in the MCU

Nat gets a family

Peter and the bois

Sarah Rogers time travels

that place you were dreaming of

The First Spider-Man

The Fives Moments it Took for Tony and Scott to Admit They Were Best Friends (and the first time they ever did)

The Split

Tony and the Humvee

What if...Aaron answered

STRANGER THINGS:

wolves and shit:

Vagabonds

Oneshots:

Karen Wheeler

Steve & Barb buddy fic

HARRY POTTER:

haru bday fic

NARUTO:

Sakura is Gaara’s Twin Sister

Village Hidden in the Stars

So I....have a lot of fic. As everyone does, haha. I just have too many ideas and a short attention span, unfortunately!!

UUHH I think I’m tagging some ppl who have already been tagged!! So just ignore this if you have! Also, this is no pressure tagging :) You don’t have to continue the chain and you DEF don’t have to send an ask with a title! I just thought you guys might find this fun to do for yourself!ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

@vishcount @jockvillagersonly @s1utspeare @humanlighthouse @thewindsofsong @undyingsunshine and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go~!

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#tag game #my fic #cross talks #slowly going through my @s from the last week.....#wip tag game

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clonebabes · 4 years

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Top 10 Codywan Fics in no particular order I can’t rank these. They’re all good. AKA fic recs

These are not in order! Just my top ten fics from these hopeless boys.

1. These Things Happen Rating T. Summary: Obi-wan Kenobi keeps promoting Cody. The promotion gets out of hand, and suddenly the balance of the universe shifts into the palm of a very competent, caffeinated man. Why on the list? Well, first of all I love me a good crack fic that is written nicely and flows well. Also I just? straight up love? the chapter? about Taxes that made me laugh so hard. The relationship Cody has with everyone else in the story is just... good. It’s so good. And the FIRST PART IS A CHAT FIC and im. not gonna lie i'm a sucker for those.

2. httpsCC-2224 (Cody)’s Guide to Obi-Wan Kenobi Rating T. Summary: a collection of one- and two-shots in cody's pov, and his adventures and thoughts on the 212th's general. Why? So I know this isn’t like HEAVY codywan and I don’t always need it but his fic is really good. There’s some really nice chapters in here and I love just the whole relationship and dynamics between everyone it is so good. 3. Cèile Anam Rating G. Summary: In a universe where sentients can only see in black and white until they meet their soulmates, Jedi are born seeing color. It is said that their souls are bound to the Force and need no one else to complete them.Obi-wan Kenobi, as it so happens, was missing a color. Why? Because it’s written so beautifully. Cody and Obi-Wan have BARELY INTERACTED YET AND ITS STILL SO GOOD listen. There’s more than just their relationship at play and there’s platonic soulmates TOO. It’s really well written and well- just read it. Please. It’s ongoing! 4. diogenes (what makes a man?) Rating T. Summary: Why does he get a name and I don't?Cody, grappling with identity, purpose, and what it means to be a brother. Why? It’s a good study on clones. I love the kind of character study aspect and! Ace! Obi! I’m! feeling! the REP. It’s really well written and has a post order 66 aspect of it. There’s also TRANS CLONES and NONBINARY CLONES and ITS *chefs kiss*

5. Take A Chance On Me Rating T. Summary: Eventually five chapters with different stages of Codywan. Why? Soft, gay yearning? Pining? Kissing for a mission? Teasing vode? what more could you ask for!

6.do you love me Rating T. Summary:In a universe where Mandalore did not become pacifist, where Jango Fett took up the darksaber and the title of Mand'alor and reunited the clans after a last, devastating civil war, there are three Fett children: Cody, Rex, and Boba, with Cody taking up the title as Duke as the eldest. In this same universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi is more involved with his homeworld's politics and government, while still holding a position as a Jedi Knight. Their worlds could not be more different.When Stewjon reaches out to Mandalore for protection from pirates and other thieves, Mandalore agrees, with one condition: clan ties must be made. A member of Stewjon's government must marry Mandalore's Duke.They choose Obi-Wan Kenobi. Why? I was a bit skeptical at first about this one. I wasn’t too sure how I would feel about an arranged marriage fic. BUT BY GOD IS IT GOOD. THE WAY IT HANDLES MANDALORE AND THE MAUL ARC I JUST UHHHGHHHGHHG its really good. There’s a lot of pining and angst and fluff and it just real good.

7. Will you hold me tight and not let go? Rating E. Summary: "Thank you," he croaks out, wincing at the harsh, broken sound of his voice.He tastes blood in his mouth.Meanwhile, the figure slowly raises their hand, peels off their goggles and--Cody's heart stops.---Cody is abandoned by the squadron on Tattooine as a punishment. He finds more there than just memories. Why? Well my friends this is post order 66 and it is. GOOD. I love how theres a gentle progression to it. Plus there’s a second part from obi’s perspective. I just. Love me some nice post order 66 fics.

8.Obi-Wan "The Therapist" Kenobi and How He Changed Everything Rating G-T. Summary: Pushed to and perhaps past his limit, Obi-Wan takes on some "drastic" (read: logical) new views on his beliefs and things start to fall into place from there.Or how the clones get the care they deserve and Obi-Wan accidentally changes the world. Why? Well actually this is a series! and it is! so good! I love! how much Obi-Wan cares for the men and I love how it plays out. It’s post Umbara and there’s a lot of Appreciating Clone Hours in it.

9.Books and Cherry Blossoms Rating T Summary: Cody definitely didn't expect to meet a gorgeous man in the library, he was fully prepared to silently weep over is due assignments. Apparently seeing someone injure themselves is a great distraction.Maybe the amazing thighs definitely helped. Why? Gay college students. GAY COLLEGE STUDENTS. Modern au where they’re in college and theyre GAY and brothers will be brothers. Its also ongoing, well written and i just want them to kiss.

10.Say You Won’t Let Go Rated T. Summary: “Get in the smuggling compartment, then,” Cody says. “We’ll be there in a minute.”He’s not moving without a promise.“Cody-” Obi-Wan starts.Cody doesn’t let him finish. “You gonna promise me, Obi? Or are we just going to stand here until the stormtroopers show up?”[aboard the Millennium Falcon, on their way to the Death Star, Obi-Wan makes Cody a promise] Why? It’s short, yes but this fic is. SOFTE. I love the idea of the fic and it was!!! really nice.

#Codywan #cody/obi-wan #cody x obiwan #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw

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kiara-carrera · 3 years

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EVENS FOR SOLARA

this got super long, so it’s under the cut but pls enjoy my tiny space child

basics

2. what does their name mean? why were they named that? solara means “of the sun.” when i first named her, i actually got it off one of those dtar wars themed name generators, so i didn’t know it was, like, a legit name. but now i think it’s cute because she was born on tatooine which is known for it’s binary suns and her parents fell in love under those suns.

4. how old are they? she’s 17 during a new hope, born roughly two years after the events of the prequel trilogy.

6. what’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? do they believe that holds any significance? okay so since she doesn’t have a birthday (because idk how that shit correlates to sw), i consulted with joey on astrology and she came to the conclusion that solara fits as a gemini for her sun sign. if astrology was a thing in sw, she’d probably believe in it tbh, she gives astrology girl vibes.

8. what “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? if none, what weapon do they favor? she’s technically a jedi. after the events of the original triology, her and luke make it their mission to bring back the jedi order, with the caveat that solara wants to be better and not make the mistakes the original council made. she favors her lightsaber. her first saber was her mother’s that obi-wan gifts her with during anh. somewhere after esb (either when luke gets his green saber or at least somewhere in the timeline before the sequels) she gets a set of two sabers (she uses one regular saber and then a shoto, much like ahsoka tano does). all of her sabers, both her mothers and her own are blue.

appearance

2. do they have a face claim? poppy drayton!

4. how do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression? she gives off a very happy go lucky vibe, especially in the first film. during anh, she’s very naive and ready to throw herself into the action. she hardens a little after anh, so in esb she’s a little bit wiser and more cautious, which increases through the series. either way, her default expression is either a smile or rolling eyes.

personality

2. which one of the 16 personality types do they fit into? i’m not great with these, but i feel like she has qualities of either (i/e)nfp!

4. what are they bad at? she has a problem sometimes with admitting when she’s wrong about something or when she can’t handle things alone. she loves proving herself capable but sometimes it takes a toll on her but she’ll rarely admit when she needs help.

6. do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses? there’s definitely some trauma from watching her dad be killed in front of her, which only gets worse when she finds out that anakin is vader because she knows that obi-wan loved anakin, like that was his best friend and closest ally before he went to the dark side so she is not a fan of the betrayal.

8. what are their manners like? any habits? her manners are a bit all over the place depending on the situation. she knows how to control herself, be patient, polite, and have composure because discipline was involved in her force teachings, but she can tend to become impatient and snarky. for habits, she fiddles with her fingers a lot and can definitely be found meditating at least once a day.

background

2. what’s their family like? growing up, her family was simply her dad. her mother died during childbirth, so obi-wan raised solara himself and was also her pseudo jedi master once he realized her abilities with the force. after his death, her family is a found family of luke, leia, han, chewie, and the droids.

4. how do they fit into their “story”? she’s the force sensitive jedi in training daughter of obi-wan kenobi and a good portion of her story is to parallel the skywalker/kenobi relationship (in the sense of close companions, bes friends, battle partners and how it would be if there was no fall to the sith) and take it a step deeper.

6. how do they eventually die? as of right now, in the sequel trilogy solara is the only one from the original triology human quartet left alive. so for her, death i’m not entirely sure when it happens but it won’t be because of war and bloodshed.

relationships

2. what’s their friend group like? what role do they play in it? her friend group is highkey chaotic. lots of sarcasm and loving insults being thrown around. she definitely fills the role of the baby of the group and han treats her like a chaotic little gremlin child (aka the sister he never asked for).

4. who do they look up to? who do they trust? before he passed, she looked up to her father a lot. for 17 years, he was basically all she had. from the stories she’s been told, she also looks up to her mother and ahsoka tano (who she’s only heard of through spare stories her father’s mentioned - she thinks the girl is a total badass). as for trust, she really goes to trust luke. a core thing about solara’s journey is that it parallels the original skywalker/kenobi bond (with romance added obviously and without the betrayal), so it fun to see how much her and luke come to trust each other. she also puts a lot of trust in han, leia, and chewie.

6. do they have any pets? she does not have any pets. in esb, there’s a droid she sorta befriends but that doesn’t really count as a pet but like,,,a friend that beeps at you.

fun facts

2. do they play any instruments? sports? she doesn’t play any instruments. does lightsaber dueling count as sports haha

4. do they collect anything? i feel like she’d want to keep little souvenirs of all the places she’s been to, considering for 17 years her world was just the barren sands of tatooine because her dad was lowkey a hermit even with her being around (although, i guess that’s a bit subject to change with the obi-wan show but as of rn i probably won’t include that canon if it messes up my canon).

6. which emoji would they use the most? either 🥺 or 😋

8. what’s their favorite expletive? star wars language wise, probably kriffing (which i think is the equivalent of like fuck, idk), but honestly she deserves to say fuck like she’s on the chart of “let these characters say fuck”

10. what songs remind you of them? i see fire by ed sheeran always reminds me of her story. also sun by sleeping at last.

12. what stereotypical high school clique would they fit into? whatever the clique is that has the nice kids, maybe a little bit of a jock thing going on but also not really?

14. do they believe in aliens? ghosts? reincarnation or something else? aliens, yes because she lives in space. ghosts, also yes because of the force. reincarnation probably not but she does believe in becoming one with the force when you die.

16. which deadly sin do they most correspond to? which heavenly virtue? pride and kindness (also, because i know there’s sorta a concept of an “eighth” sin/virtue aka despair and hope, she’d also fit into a hope category if you subscribe to that idea!)

#asks #oc questions #solara kenobi #emily tag

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 3 years

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Ok so I was raised on the OG Star Wars trilogy. Obsessed. Then the prequels came out when I was middle school(ish) age and I just... wasn’t about them? I can’t even remember why, I just didn’t like them. So, I gave up on anything other than the OGs. Now I’m looking at what you’re posting and wondering... is the new stuff worth it? Do I jump back in? Do I have to watch the prequels for the newer stuff to make sense? Are the prequels worth me rewatching as an adult?

To give some context, I went to the theater to see Star Wars (the first one that was later renamed “A New Hope”). The prequels were a disappointment as a person who had been a fan for 20yrs. The execution of the character Jar Jar Binks was insulting to say the least. The entire first episode remains difficult to watch without rolling my eyes so hard they fall out of my skull. The animation and the writing were awful.

But so was that of the original trilogy.

All this being said, upon rewatch, I have gleaned many a nugget for the prequels.

I love Padme. She is Fire. Her levelness, her passion, her strength (and her wardrobe lol), continued to build on what we came to embrace and frankly expect from female characters in the Star Wars universe. (I still say that growing up with Leia as my fictional role model made a world of difference in the media I was attracted to as well as my own writing!)

Ewan. McGregor. AMAZING and perfectly cast. And I cannot fucking wait for Kenobi on Disney+ (which I will address in more detail later.)

Anakin is not as whiny as I thought he was when I had such high hopes for someone… Vader-worthy? — he’s angry and being pulled in a dozen different directions and, really, all he wants is fly cool jets and make out with his pretty girlfriend. He’s a full-dimensional teenager. Plus, I adore Hayden Christiensen.

Now to address the final trilogy and Disney+ (AKA “the new stuff”.)

Dude. I can’t tell you how blown away I was by The Mandalorian S2. And they’re planning a Boba Fett series (I’m a Boba Fett whore since I could be a whore for anything), Kenobi, Lando, and many, many more.

The baby is just priceless joy. With a backstory and a future that will rip your heart out in the best way. And Din Djarin is…. hoooooo.

The final trilogy is a mixed bag (as is Solo.)

I love all the characters. I love their chemistry. There’s a lot of fanservice, but it works. The ships are cool as fuck. There’s one scene in particular where I gasped ‘OH FUCK’ out loud in the theater.

Also, Adam Driver

But I digress...

I recommend watching Rogue One before you watch anything else. Anything. Not the final trilogy and not The Mandalorian.

Rogue One is one of the best films I’ve ever seen — in a class of its own within Star Wars — and the first time I was ever truly terrified of Darth Vader. Re-read that sentence. I’m not kidding. He’s scary as fuck. It’s also my favorite film of 2016. It was released ten days before Carrie died, and… well, we can talk after you watch it.

Please message me once you’ve watched Rogue One and we can chat more but, damn, I will bet you won’t be sorry for diving back in.

#star wars #MJ babbles #indecisive20something #ask me anything

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kyberled · 3 years

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Challenge accepted, Anon. (Most under the cut to save the dash).

The ‘Twelvers’, also called ‘Team Tasish’, is the name given to the group of clone troopers who served in the tunnels with Padawan Commander Braig following the Tasish XII Massacre. They were also called ‘the Gale’an Ground Crew’ (though this didn’t catch on like the first two names) or ‘Braig’s Boys’ by some of their vode, and ‘Tunnel Rats’ or ‘Moles’ by Separatist General Grau Tessk.

The Twelvers were survivors of the 423rd Flare Corps, originally lead by Regiment Commander CC-2331 ‘Dash’ and Jedi Master/General Dhissit Riloff, were a part of the Third Systems Army, under the command of Jedi Master and High General Obi-Wan Kenobi. They were easily distinguished by the vibrant teal they painted their armor with. They had a saying amongst them: ‘With Riloff and Dash, Seps are gone in a flash!’, and this was painted on more than a few of their LAAT/i’s. Unfortunately, for most of them, Tasish was their final mission. It was just supposed to be a relief mission. Something simple.

It wasn’t.

Grau’s invasion was quick and merciless. It wiped out most of the soldiers, and the locals and rest of the survivors were lucky to make it away when they did. Some weren’t so lucky. The less fortunate wound up either killed or in the slave encampments Tessk’s army had established about the planet. The more fortunate wound up in the massive network of tunnels that snaked through the planet’s crust.

Under the command of Lieutenant Commander ARC-4496 ‘Kriss’ (detailed in a separate report), Captain ARC-5012 ‘Boone’, and Padawan Commander Braig, the survivors collaborated with the locals in a bid to stay alive until rescue would eventually come. Whether or not they believed that would happen depended on the individual man.

The exact makeup of Team Tasish changed frequently, growing and shrinking as men were rescued from camps or slain in combat. Following the rescue mission carried out by Master Kenobi and the 212th (among others), Braig requested that the survivors be allowed to join the 212th to avoid having them separated from each other into different units, and as a testament to the skill they had shown during the time underground.

You can usually figure out who the Twelvers are pretty easily. Not only do they spend time together, they also keep splashes or accents of 423rd teal on their kit. Sometimes, they might use some of the Gale’ha they picked up to talk to each other. Braig encourages this, as he wants to make sure both they and himself are able to remember the language as best they can. They also like making ‘you have to cook it’ jokes - or any jokes involving the word ‘cook’ - at Kriss, and typically respond to group missions with ‘One more run, boys?’, which they often said before heading out on supply runs or camp raids back on Tasish. The ‘one more’ was always used to suggest, either sarcastically or otherwise, that this would be the last time before they went home.

THE SURVIVORS:

🙌 SERGEANT LONNIE, aka CT- 26-4017, was one of the last to join the survivors in the tunnels. He’d been on his own for a while. He hadn’t been one of the ones who’d been at the ‘base camp’ during the massacre. He’d been on the field of battle. He’s still not entirely sure how he made it out. He got knocked out by an explosion. Woke up in one of Grau’s slave camps. He knew what that was, what it meant for him. He was livestock. Even more so than in the Republic, he was no better than an Alderaan Grazer. It was pretty common to hear the droids comment to each other that ‘General Tessk liked his meat tough’. Always made Lonnie’s stomach churn. He refused to end up like that. He just wouldn’t. He’d either live to see what else was out there or die being a pain in the Sep’s shebs. Either way, better than being complacent. So he ran. He made a plan with Tanzer when the klankers weren’t listening. A bit of sabotage and a landslide later, and the vod were off running. Where to? He didn’t know. Didn’t care. There were better ways to die than here.

Thankfully for himself (and Tanzer), they were scooped up pretty quickly by one of the survivors’ supply run/scouting teams. Damn near shot Scratch’s head off before he realized who it actually was. His brothers were relieved to have him back, and he was relieved at having a chance at survival again (... And seeing them too). He was pretty surprised any of them had made it as long as they had, except maybe Kriss. He was especially surprised the ‘shiny Jedi’ (Braig, who was in fact a senior padawan and combat veteran and wasn’t fond of the nickname) hadn’t bitten it, yet. Full of surprises.

Though he didn’t pick up as much Gale’ha as some of his brothers (as he wasn’t in the tunnels as long), he did really like the word ‘Naha’we’, which loosely translated means ‘everyone will do [verb]’. He thought it was fun to say. He briefly considered changing his name to ‘Naha’we’, though most of the other Twelvers vehemently opposed this. Ironically, it was Prez’s enthusiastic endorsement that made him finally decide to stay Lonnie. If Prez thinks it’s a good idea, and it’s not related to combat or drills or the like, he’s not going with it. He’s learned better.

Physically, Lonnie stood at about average height and build for a Trooper (though he’d lost a few pounds by the time the other Twelvers found him). While he’s usually clean-shaven, he grew some decent stubble - almost a beard - over the course of the mission, and might just keep it. He kept the sides of his head shaved close, but the stubble was dyed in 423rd teal, while the top was a bit longer (still within standard regulation) and kept its natural black. He was very excited to get it re-cut and re-dyed when he got home (it felt weird to him long). He has a notch in his right ear lobe and a series of small scars on his finger tips; after his time in the slave camp, he had some lash scars on his back and shoulders, as well. He wore kama with his kit and had stripes painted on his arms, legs, and pauldrons. (He had to salvage some of his fallen brothers’ kit after the camp, and it took a few sonics back in the barracks to get the feeling off). Upon return to the barracks, he gets his first tattoo - ‘NOT DEAD YET’ in Aurabesh, tattooed over the lashing scars across his shoulder blades. Lonnie carried two blaster pistols and a stun baton, and was most comfortable in close quarter combat.

On his off time, Lonnie liked listening to the radio and lounging on his bunk. He’d sometimes play sabaac with his vode, sometimes join in on teasing the others, but for the most part, he just wanted to do nothing. War was chaotic and stressful. He just wanted some quiet time to shut off. ... But he WILL arm wrestle just about anyone if he’s challenged. He uses it to put chores on his younger brothers when they lose.

He was cut down during the Great Jedi Purge (aka Order 66), and was silently grateful for the plasma blade that felled him.

🙌 TANZER, aka CT-26-4290, got lucky. That’s what he tells everyone. He should’ve been dead. He should have died. The battle should have killed him. The camp should have killed him. The escape absolutely should have killed him. If that didn’t, the jungles should’ve. He was in the same camp Lonnie was. He did the same labor. Heard the same comments. Felt the same pain. Had similar ideas. He wasn’t the one who came up with the escape plan, though; that was Lonnie. Always looking out for his little brother(s). He’d be willing to die for a lot of things, but for a lizard’s meal? No, no way, kriff that. He wanted out. So they ran. Tanzer got a weapon first; stole a pretty nice semi-automatic blaster off one of the B1s and made what he would call ‘a beautiful mess of things’ on the way out. Just cause some chaos and go. ... He did worry about the locals they left behind, though. They just didn’t have the fire power to save everyone. They barely got themselves out, as was.

It was rough out there. They didn’t have locals to guide them, like the boys in the tunnels did; not until they got picked up again. It was rough. Tanzer doesn’t know if he believes in the whole ‘will of the Force’ thing. Yes, he knows the Force exists. He works with Jedi, it’s hard to ignore. But he doesn’t know about it having a will. ... However, their escape and survival, and them being found by the other Twelvers, has made him consider something being out there. He’s just not sure what. Clones don’t really get taught about religion. Maybe it’s just sheer dumb luck. Upon being brought back to the tunnels, Prez tried to talk him into eating a raw Maguwe grub. Tanzer refused and asked ‘who would do that’, and it took him a minute to figure out why Prez and Boone were laughing and why Kriss looked so annoyed (or, at least, more annoyed than usual).

Tanzer was just a bit shorter than his brothers, but it wasn’t enough to be noticed unless they were standing side by side. Not enough for a ‘decommission’. He was still pretty self-conscious about it, though, and didn’t like having it brought up. He kept his hair in the standard cut, but grew his sideburns out a bit. While he was normally clean-shaven, he ended up with longer hair and some facial hair after his time in the tunnels. He didn’t keep it, and was relieved to be able to shave upon his return. Felt like being himself again. He promised himself he was never growing a beard again. His eyes were a bit lighter than his brothers, but again, you wouldn’t notice without careful scrutiny. He hates being the center of attention, though, and won’t take it well. While he keeps his armor clean, the paint on it is chipped and scuffed, and he considers it a mark of honour. Like Lonnie, he had to scavenge a new kit for himself after his escape, and he wasn’t happy about it. He spent more than a few nights holding the bucket he’d picked up against his chest and muttering apologies he thought nobody else could hear. On his own kit, he painted a slash across his eye shield, the backs of his hand guards, and a stripe down the front and back of his chest plate. He preferred blaster rifles over pistols, and was almost as good a sharpshooter as Trickshot.

In his off-time, Tanzer liked going to shooting ranges or spending time at 79′s. He’d also spend times in his bunk, double-checking his gear as he chatted with those others in the room. While never the life of the party, he preferred spending time with his vode to being alone. He never really liked quiet; put him on edge. As he often said, ‘silence means something’s about to happen’.

Tanzer fortunately, or unfortunately, didn’t survive to 66. He died only a month or so before, after taking a blaster shot to the chest from a B2.

🙌 STAFF SERGEANT PREZ, aka CT-25-499, has always been a bit of a joker. He likes keeping morale up. Likes keeping the brothers working together smoothly. In spite of this, he has a pretty gloomy outlook that he keeps under wraps. He’s big on gallows humor. He, like many of his brothers, has seen quite a lot during his tours of duty. He doesn’t expect things to end well for him. He’s come to terms with it. That doesn’t mean he can let his brothers feel the same sense of impending doom. That ties in to how he got his name: He has a ‘strong presence’ in the units he’s in. He’s hard to ignore. Some of his brothers love him for it, some brothers hate him for it. It doesn’t seem to bother him, either way. It’s what keeps him going.

Along with Kriss and Boone, Prez was among the longest-standing Twelvers. He’d been back at base camp helping the locals and Braig. He had to live with the knowledge that he wasn’t on the field when his General and Commander were killed. It weighed pretty heavily on him, even if he didn’t let it show as readily as some of the others. Out of all of them, aside from maybe Boone, he likes to think he got on with Braig the best. It was almost refreshing to get a taste of actual faith and optimism, for a change. Kinda nice. Plus, the magic healing stuff? That was pretty top. Prez was there for most everything that happened in the tunnels. He was there when Mal got shot. He was there when Kriss ate the grubs. He was there for a lot of deaths and struggles. He was there when they found out about the slave camps and when they decided to raid them. He was there for all of it. He didn’t think he’d be there to see a rescue. Kind of figured it would be the end of him there. But, hey, it wasn’t! And now he’s got a lot of stories to tell. Buy him a round if you wanna hear ‘em, cause they don’t come cheap.

Prez shaved his head bald. He liked it better that way. He felt hair got too itchy or sweaty under a bucket. Easier to keep clean too, if you just didn’t have it. He does have a soul patch, though. He takes great pride in re-shaping it when he gets back home. He had to vie with Lonnie for the mirror, but whether that was because they both actually needed that much time or they wanted to admire themselves, nobody’s entirely sure. If asked, they each accuse the other of vanity while claiming innocence. Prez also has a scar on the left side of his jaw, near his chin, that looks like three tiny scratch marks. He won’t admit to anyone how he got it, and tells a different story almost every time he’s asked. (If you want the truth, he tripped during a march back when he was shiny. His brothers teased him about it for over a month.) After returning home, he got a tattoo of both the Bespin and Naboo boloball team logos on his ribs on the left side, in honor of Royce. As he was never captured, he never lost his kit. It’s pretty easy to distinguish from his brothers. In typical Prez fashion, he was in the mood to cause a bit of chaos when he was first allowed to paint his kit. He took a paintbrush and all but threw it at his chest piece. Ever since then, over the many times he’s had to replace it, he always paints a messy, zaggy line from the top left corner to the bottom right. Aside from that, he painted the rest with neat lines down his arms, legs, and helmet, a contrast which used to drive Dash silently out of his mind. In spite of this, Prez’s talent as a soldier and ability to execute orders perfectly (on the field) kept him in their Commander’s good graces. Prez kept a regulation blaster pistol on his hip, like many, but kept a stock of charges and explosives on the other side of his belt. He liked to think it was part of his charm.

In his off time, you could usually find Prez at 79′s, or pestering his brothers. It was his own way of looking out for them, really. He often playfights and wrestles with the goofier vod’ike when they’re not on duty. He’s also huge on boloball, and thinks Bespin has the best team in the Galactic League. He used to get into pretty heated debates about it over drinks with Royce, who was a diehard Naboo fan.

Prez survived the Great Jedi Purge and went on to become a prolific storm trooper until he was gunned down in a battle with the Rebellion.

🙌 ARC-5012, known more widely as CAPTAIN BOONE, is the ‘good trooper’ to Kriss’ ‘stern trooper’. It used to be ‘to Kriss’ and Dash’s ‘stern trooper’, but, well. Things went sour. He misses Dash, too. Didn’t have time to grieve, though. They never do. Just keep moving. Keep going. Boone has always been a bit of a ‘mother hen’, keeping an eye out for the Vode he works with whenever possible. That’s how he got his name. Always a boone to have around. Always a help. He was well-liked by his men and his General alike. He balanced out the more rigid of the chain of command, and handled a lot of the more emotional issues the other men had. He took on almost more of a paternal than fraternal role, as clumsy as it may have sometimes been, and it was appreciated. He’d been back at the base camp, too. Originally, he was going to be deployed with the fighting force when the attack hit; however, it was quickly determined that his command and people skills would be needed to help evacuate the civilians. He was also meant to be protection, given that most of the troops were on the move. General Riloff had wanted most of the best men keeping people safe. Boone respected the orders at the time, but would often wonder to himself if things could have been different, had he been in the field - the same sort of thoughts he tries to council his brothers out of. Keeping the peace in the tunnels was a test of skill for him. He definitely didn’t envy Braig and Kriss, being the senior officers. He ended up playing a key role in helping Braig quell the fighting after Mal’s death. ... He also gave Braig his first-ever alcoholic drink. He didn’t necessarily think it through.

He’d been part of the crew who’d pulled Braig out of the ship following the Tessk fight. The kid looked rough. Rough, but alive, and that was what mattered. He was pretty damn surprised by that. Got him back to the tunnels, and medicine was basically nonexistent. He’d asked the kid about fixing himself up like he usually did, but that wasn’t an option for a few reasons. So, while Makula (the doctor from one of the villages) did what he could, Boone pulled a flask out and offered it to Braig. When asked why he thought that was a good idea, he shrugged and said he thought it would help with the pain. (It did not. Braig thought it was gross.) He’s still figuring kids out, but he’s doing his best. He also shared it with Cooper after they got him back (before the Tessk fight, of course). For the most part, he kept it to himself and didn’t mention that he had it, but, hey, sometimes you just need a drink. A drink, and someone to listen.

Boone wore his hair a bit longer than regulation, and kept it tied back into a neat bun. He always carried at lest two to three extra hair ties in his utility belt, and ended up sharing one with Braig when his hair got too long and started getting in the way. He started the mission clean-shaven, aside from a moustache, but, like the rest of the Twelvers, ended up with his fair share of scruff. He had a white plus sign tattooed under the outer corner of his left eye. He also had small black X’s tattooed along the knuckles of his hands. (He’d initially asked for stars, but the vod who did it had done x’s instead, and Boone decided he liked it better that way.) Like Prez, he wore his kit into the tunnels. His shoulder guard, pauldron, bracers, and shin guards were all completely painted teal, with a teal plus on the left side of his helmet, over where his tattoo is. On his right pauldron, he left a white patch in the shape of a star burst, in honour of the Flare Corps’ name. His utility belt was always well-stocked, and in addition to the pistols he carried, he wore a blaster rifle on his back. He didn’t really have a preference for close or ranged combat, as long as he and his came home safe. That’s all he ever wanted.

Boone is a man who likes a warm drink - caf or tea - and a simple conversation. Maybe a datapad or two. He’ll go to 79′s if invited, but it’s not something he generally does on his own. He also likes spending his time doing bunk checks on the rest of the Corps. Knowing that his vode were alright helped him rest easy. He’s also very good at cards. His winning streak had some in the Corps - especially Lonnie, Trickshot, and Hardwire - convinced he had to be cheating, but, no, he just knew them better than they thought (and he thought they all had terrible poker faces).

After the control chip incidents involving Fives and Tup (which he heard about as the 212th and 501st worked closely), he got suspicions of his own. These suspicions ultimately lead to Boone being killed by a med droid sent by those in the know, though his death was ‘officially’ listed as being caused by battlefield injuries.

🙌 ARC-4954 COOPER was another rescue. He’d had a pretty rough time, comparatively. Not as though anyone had fun in the slave camps, but, he was pretty messed up. The worst of it was his right arm. He’d gotten it crushed after resisting orders, and it was ‘amputated’ by Grau himself in a bid for information. Of course, Cooper didn’t know a thing. If Grau hadn’t used Master Riloff’s lightsaber to do the deed, Cooper might have bled out or worse. It was a cruel irony, to be sure. It still could have gotten infected and much worse if the raid team hadn’t shown up only a few days later. As it was, Braig was able to Force the wound to close over properly. He couldn’t regrow the limb, though. He apologized for that, and though Cooper said it was fine, it took him a long time to come to terms with it. One of his biggest fears was that now he was ‘defective’ and would be subject to termination upon return. Even with the assurances of his brothers and Braig that this would never happen, it wasn’t until he was outfitted with a cybernetic limb that Cooper finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was actually pretty pleased with it, and the fact that it would ‘hurt more when [he] punch[ed] osik with it’. He also used it to arm-wrestle Lonnie, and was very smug when he won. After the appropriate amount of sulking, Lonnie told him he only won because of his ‘new hardware’. If it was anyone else, they’d’ve gotten slugged for it, but Lonnie’s always been his best friend. Giving each other grief is what they do. Even still, it took him a while to get used to the prosthetic, and phantom limb syndrome and chronic pain stayed with him for a long while after.

Cooper didn’t go on many raids with the other Twelvers. This was both because he was brought on a bit later into the stay (though still before Lonnie and Tanzer), and because his physical and mental state had taken an understandable hit. He was instead usually left behind in the tunnels to act as security detail. Initially, this was a blow to his ego, but he soon came to take the duty very seriously. It wasn’t at all strange to find him waiting by whatever exit the survivors had stopped at, back to the wall and blaster drawn in anticipation. He did in fact take out a few droids during his security detail, and that did make him feel a bit better. All the same, a lot of the times he volunteered for night watch, it was just because he couldn’t sleep. Boone stayed up with him on a lot of those nights, as did Lonnie (they’d take turns to ensure proper rest). Braig did, as well, offering his services especially on nights Cooper’s injury flared up. It was this, more than anything else, that made Cooper appreciate and come to respect Braig as a comrade.

Cooper kept the sides of his hair shaved, but sported a teal mohawk. After seeing himself in the mirror on the return trip, he decided he kind of liked how it looked long and shaggy. Kriss thought it looked inappropriate for a soldier. They eventually reached a compromise: As long as Cooper kept it neatly brushed and slicked back during inspections and field work, Kriss wouldn’t harp on him to cut it. Cooper also only ever died the top ‘half’ of the mohawk, letting it face to its natural black around the roots. He typically had a bit of stubble, which grew into a beard over the course of the stay. This, he didn’t keep, and spent a while touching his face once he was done shaving. Felt good. He didn’t have any tattoos, but he did paint a few words and symbols on his prosthetic that Kriss was not willing to compromise on. The rest of the vode thought it was funny, though, so he still considers it a victory. He ended up painting it with LAAT/i racing stripes, instead. Sometimes he tries to hide the ‘banned words’ in the stripes. It rarely works. He still tries, regardless. He painted the shoulders and collar of his kit in 423rd teal, as well as the top of his boots, but left it otherwise plain. He liked dual-wielding pistols, and always kept a vibroblade on his person.

When he had the rare free time, Cooper could be found at 79′s - not for the alcohol, but to watch the podracing. He was fascinated by the stuff. He thought it was way more thrilling than boloball. He usually wound up in wrestling matches with Prez, and it was rare that there was a decisive winner. If he wasn’t hanging around where Lonnie was, or watching a holo, or training, he was probably in the hangers. He wasn’t typically part of the flight crew, he just liked the atmosphere better than the bunks.

Cooper survived the Great Jedi Purge. However, maintaining his prosthetic was not a cost the Empire was willing to bear, and he was terminated not long after.

🙌 ARC-4907 LOWSWIPE (’Swipes’ or ‘Swiper’ to his closer vode) is the last of the survivors. He was also another raid rescue. The camp he was in was hit pretty early on. He was pretty surprised by it, all things considered. He’d thought most everyone else was dead. He wasn’t wrong about that, of course, but he had no idea there was a group of their boys still running around in the first place. The first thing he said when he saw his brothers, he’s been told to never repeat around the ‘kid’ ever again. (Braig has decided, in the name of keeping the peace, to not inform them all that he knows all of those words already.) But he was relieved to see them.

Going forward, Lowswipe participated successfully in a number of camp raids and supply runs between his freedom and the Twelvers’ rescue. He had been one of the 423rd’s best recon specialists, talents that definitely came in handy in the Gale’an jungles. He was notorious for fighting dirty, and his brothers would gripe at him for it during drills and sparring. They didn’t complain when he used it in battle. His detailed reports saved a lot of lives in a lot of ways. The extremely detailed, if not somewhat crass, stories he told at night kept morale up. If anything, it almost seemed like he was enjoying himself. This wasn’t the case, of course. He hated the tunnels. He hated the Seps. He missed his brothers and his general. The enjoyment he seemed to give off was really a sick satisfaction of knowing he was making Grau suffer, even if it was only in a small way. He wanted more revenge, but for the time, it would do. It was enough. It had to be.

Lowswipe had a pretty standard appearance for a trooper. Short hair, clean shaven. Managed to avoid most scars, save for one just over his right hip. This one came from the same encounter with Grievous that gave Kriss his most signature scar. It was usually covered by his blacks, so most people didn’t know about it. He had just one tattoo: A solid black line circling his left pinky, just over the top knuckle. The reason for this isn’t quite as deep as you’d guess. He was talking with some of the Corps around a fire on a mission, once, and the question of ‘if you had to lose a finger, which one would it be?’ came up. Lowswipe said his left pinky, since he was right handed and didn’t think pinkies were very important. His vode dared him to try and see how long he could go without using it, if he was so confident; the CO’s said if he was gonna do that, he had to wait until they were back at the barracks. When they got home, he got the mark tattooed on his finger to remind himself. He lasted about two and a half days before he dropped something. Given that people had placed bets, reactions were mixed. As for his kit, it was also pretty standard. Nothing too fancy. He wore a kama, which might’ve been the fanciest bit about it. He had the pretty standard paint job, too. He didn’t like being easily distinguished. Didn’t suit his purposes. He had a teal line down his arms and legs. The only truly ‘unique’ painting he’d done on it was in the upper left corner of his chest plate: a tiny, teal starburst, in honour of the Corps. He kept that there even after being inducted into the 212th Attack Battalion.

Lowswipe, surprising nobody, liked cards. Unlike Boone, he also liked cheating, and got away with it pretty often (but not against the CO’s, and never against a Jedi). Much like telling them to arm wrestle Lonnie, telling shiny members of the Corps to play a game against Lowswipe was considered a type of hazing. As long as it didn’t get (too) physical, Kriss and Dash saw no reason to stop it. Like Boone, while he’d go to 79′s if his favourite vode were there, he much preferred to take his drinks in the bunks. He’d also join Prez in causing mischief around the barracks, though then it was usually up to Prez to make sure it never got taken too far. In spite of how the staff sergeant often had to reign him in, the two of them still got along very well.

Lowswipe didn’t quite survive to Order 66. In one of the final battles of the Clone Wars, he was taken out by a Separatist explosive. If he’d known what would have awaited him in the future, he would’ve kissed the droid that planted it.

THE FALLEN:

🙌 MAL, or CT-26-4527, was one of the more memorable deaths in the tunnels. He wasn’t killed in a camp. He wasn’t killed in battle. Didn’t get sick or anything like that. No, he died because he was shot by Kriss, nearly point-blank, between the eyes. His death caused a huge schism in the survivors, which resulted in a bit of infighting and some more deaths down the line. Kriss pretended it didn’t bother him to pull the trigger, but it did eat at him for a long while after. Why did he get shot?

He broke.

He gave up. Rescue wasn’t coming, he said. We’re going to die here, he said. Why don’t we turn ourselves over to the Seps? What’s the worst that could happen? (It’s worth noting that they hadn’t found the camps - or Cooper - yet. If they had, it might have been much different.) Of course, none of the others took well to this. It didn’t help that he was in near hysterics. Braig had been in the process of healing Hype’s broken leg, so Kriss, Prez, and Boone had told him to keep at it while they handled the situation. The altercation quickly turned physical, and before Braig could intervene, Mal was dead. In Kriss’ defense, Mal had gone to draw on him first - he’d just never been as fast as his ori’vod. In the official reports, Mal’s death is listed as an accident. While Braig may not have agreed with the outcome, he understood why Kriss did it. He didn’t want Kriss getting court-martialed or worse. The only ones who know the truth of the matter are Kriss, Braig, Prez, Boone, and the surviving locals, though Braig would confide in Obi-Wan upon his return.

Prior to this, Mal had looked up to Kriss a lot. Not just as a commanding officer, but as a friend. It was actually in shielding a then-shiny Mal from an explosion that Kriss got his most distinctive scar. Ever since then, Mal took Kriss’ word as gospel. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hold up to the stresses of being a refugee. Some of his brothers tried to comfort themselves by saying they weren’t like him, and he must have had a defect. This caused even more arguments. It wasn’t pretty.

Mal kept his hair cut in the regulation length, but had a stripe of teal dyed slightly off-center on the right side. He had a few tallies inked over his heart (four, to be exact). These were to represent near-death experiences he survived. He was on the lean side for a clone - not weak by any means, but not as solid as some of his brothers. It suited him fine, as he was a bit more agile than them, too. Prez liked tussling with him best, since Mal was a bit harder to hold onto that some of the other vode. Made it more interesting. Mal also seemed to be in his own head the most, so, Prez reasoned he needed the most help getting out of a slump. Mal had the same tallies painted onto the chest of his armor. He had diagonal stripes painted on his pauldrons and the middle section of his helmet. He used a blaster pistol, but also kept a stun baton on his hip. He found they worked pretty well on droids. His brothers took it with them when they continued on in the tunnels. It served them well.

On his off time, Mal liked napping. It’s not super interesting, but he liked it a lot. Turn the world off for a little and sleep. He also liked listening to the radio, but not the holonet news. He doesn’t like knowing about any additional bad things in the Galaxy; he’s seen enough of it. He also didn’t like hanging out in groups too much; he liked his space. .... The tunnels weren’t made for him.

🙌 NADA, designated as CT-25-5342, was on Kriss’ side of the argument with Mal. Shut up, vod, they’ll be here. We’ll be fine. Everything is going to be fine. He didn’t necessarily believe it, but he had to keep saying it. It was the only thing keeping him sane. And, besides, saying otherwise wouldn’t help. He figured, he wasn’t willing to lay down and die. Kriff it. Besides, there’s a karking kid here, can you relax for five seconds before you freak him out? (Braig was too busy trying to help heal Hype’s leg. It took a decent amount of concentration to fix an injury like that in the state they were both in. Braig never liked cutting off his healing work, as that can have... Complications. So he’d been doing his best to focus on his work, and hadn’t really noticed the initial rumblings). While he did try to resolve the issue, Nada didn’t exactly stop it from escalating. He was angry, he was grieving, he was frustrated. He was scared. Clone Troopers weren’t supposed to be scared. They were made to withstand any kind of stress, after all. And he was scared, and Mal was freaking out, and making everything worse, and how was that going to help? When he told Mal to not freak the kid out, it was almost just him finding a way to hide his ‘don’t freak me out’. It didn’t work. He was freaked out.

He defended Kriss after Mal was shot. Kriss didn’t have a choice, he said, made the right call. Kept them safe. Did what had to be done. It almost came to blows further, until the young padawan and the local chief - Goh - put their feet down. Nada stayed angry after, because being angry was safer than being scared. He used the anger to do some brutal things to some droids. He was part of the raid crew that rescued Lowswipe. He was on the raid crew with Hype when Hype died. He survived those. He didn’t survive a supply run. Maybe he was too angry, too scared, too tired. Maybe he’d gone too far in his vengeance. Whatever the case, he got caught by a patrol and turned his blaster on them instead of running. Whatever his motivation, he died that day, but distracted the droids long enough for the rest of the supply run to get away. Whatever disagreements they may have had, the rest of the Twelvers and the locals were grateful for his final sacrifice.

Nada had his head shaved and disliked the feel of facial hair. He had the number 423 tattooed on the base of his skull. He had a habit of dragging his left thumb nail along the inside of his index finger when he was thinking, and as such almost always had a faint scratch or two there. He had the top halves of his leg and arm guards painted in teal, with red accents above his wrists. He was another rifleman, and was pretty proud of his shot. He always had a blaster rifle slung over his back, and could sometimes even be seen wearing it around the barracks.

He was another vod that loved the shooting range, and a drink after. He also liked just leaning against the wall and watching his brothers about work. He didn’t much like listening to music, but might if it was on the quieter side. Lonnie egged him into a few arm-wrestling competitions early on into his time in the Corps, but he got bored of those pretty quick.

🙌 TRICKSHOT also - unwillingly - went by the number CT-25-5101. Like many of his brothers, he despised the notion of being a numbered thing. As soon as he got his name, and especially as soon as he was off Kamino, he refused to respond to his number. He’d never use it. He might be tempted to come to blows if you brought it up. Thankfully, that - and the Seps - were the main outlets for his aggression. It helped him keep his cool in many other scenarios. ... Except cards. He was a bit of a sore loser. The Corps had an unspoken agreement to not let him play with Lowswipe or Boone. Nobody needed that kind of fallout. Arm wrestling Lonnie was right out. (They tried it once or twice. It resulted in a scrap so bad Kriss and Dash had to scruff both of them and dress them down for a few minutes each.)

Aside from a hot temper, he was among the best marksmen in the Corps. People said he had a natural talent for it, and this got mixed reactions from his brothers. He ignored them, mostly. They were just jealous he was better than them. He’d originally started saying that to himself to make himself feel better, but it did contribute to the bit of an ego he developed. He had been another off those who’d been at the base camp, and therefore hadn’t been captured. He’d tried to pull Mal back when he’d started getting aggressive. He’d still been holding on to Mal’s arm when Kriss shot him. Even though he’d seen Mal going for his blaster, it still shocked him, and he was pretty shaken up after. He would echo Nada’s insistence that it was the right thing to do, but it took him a long while to get the taste of bile out of his mouth.

Trickshot ran in a few raid crews, a few supply runs. He had pretty good success, and it at least made him feel productive, kept his mind off of other things. Helped him stay on target. He didn’t like being on scouting and supply runs as much as the raids, though. He always liked being a sniper better than fighting in close-quarters. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it, though. Prideful as he was, he knew that their survival hinged on everyone pulling their own weight. It was on one of these supply runs that he died, but his death taught the others something very important about the fluctuating electro-magnetic fields of the planet: While formerly harmless, aside from a bit of static, the Separatists’ interference had somehow caused them to become lethal. Nigh-invisible walls of strong electrical currents that you’d miss if you didn’t know the signs. After his death, no group went out on supply and scouting runs without at least two locals, and the men were not to stray from them. This strained their numbers considerably, but was deemed vital to survival after Trickshot and Scratch’s deaths.

Trickshot had his head shaved, but let just enough grow back that he could have a bulls-eye shaved into the side of the stubble. He also had a full goatee that he maintained meticulously when he had time off. He didn’t have any tattoos, but he did have a scar across his nose from a mission-gone-wrong that he credited with his preference at long-distance fighting. He painted his neck guard teal, and the covers of his hand guards, as well. He also painted a straight line down the middle of his chest and stomach armor.

As mentioned before, he was proud of his marksmanship, and often spent time at the shooting range. He also liked going for runs, and made a point of staking out treadmills in the physical centers. He also spent a lot of time taking his weapons apart, cleaning them, and putting them back together. It helped him relax.

🙌 HYPE, or CT-26-4996, was as stubborn as they came. He never liked giving up, never liked sitting back, never liked admitting defeat. Always rushing onwards. Never slowing down. A real ‘guns-a-blazing’ type. It was his way of dealing with survivor’s guilt. Get out there and do everything you can, and maybe there will be more people coming home at the end of the day. It helped him sleep at night. Helped him look at himself in the mirror. (It gets even harder when you look like all of the people you failed.) His death, more than any other, Braig thought was avoidable. He’d told Hype to stay back. They’d argued about it. Braig said Hype was recovering and needed to wait until he was up to it again. Hype insisted he was fine, and they wouldn’t be able to hold a raid with the numbers they had. He was right, of course, but Braig still wanted him to stay back. Kriss ended up being the deciding vote (as this was the first raid they went on, he and Braig hadn’t yet learned how to see eye to eye). Kriss made Hype promise that he was up to it. Hype promised. They were all worried about their brothers in the camp they’d find, as well as the locals there, as well. They had to get them out, and to do that, you need as many of us as you can take. Kriss had mulled it over for a while before eventually agreeing.

Hype broke his promise. While the break had been healed, the muscle was still stiff from the limping, the moisture, and the sensation of being stitched together again. Unfortunately, it only takes one stumble in battle to get shot. Hype died in the first raid, and Kriss and Braig exchanged tense words about it when they got back to the tunnels. It wasn’t an argument, per se, but they definitely weren’t happy when they tallied up the casualties.

Hype shaved his head, but not as regularly as some of his brothers, so he usually had a bit of scruff on his scalp and about his jaw. He had two notches in his left brow and one in his right. He had a lightning bolt tattooed on his throat, but didn’t have a reason for it. He just thought it looked cool. He had similar lightning-bolt shaped lines painted down the arms of his armor, and a downwards triangle extending from the top of his chest plate to the middle. Like Prez, he liked demolitions, and had a few charges on his person along with his pistol wherever he went. He detonated one of these charges when he realized he wouldn’t be making it out of the camp, taking down a good few droids with him.

Hype lived up to his name in his off time, always willing to be the life of the party. He was always happy to regale his vode with the stories he embellished and twisted over a round at 79′s. If you paid, he’d let you pick which one he told. He knew almost every drinking song, and at least once had to be reminded to keep it out of the barracks if he didn’t want a boot thrown at him. Helped improve his reflexes, at least.

🙌 HARDWIRE bore the designation CT-26-4497. He didn’t really care about it. It was a number. He was not. That was the end of it. Aside from that, he was pretty big on regulations. There’s a proper way to do things, he’d say, so that’s how it ought to be done. Protocol was ‘hardwired’ into him. It made it harder for him to find common ground with men like Prez and Lowswipe. But, again, protocol was hardwired into him, so personal feelings aside, he knew how to follow orders. He could get the job done, so the others tolerated his rigid compliance to the rulebook, mostly. He’d get ragged on from time to time, but, hey. He was used to it. It’d been like that ever since he was a cadet - worse then, in fact. As long as the others did their job, he was fine with it.

He’d been held prisoner in the camp raided when Hype died. The men worried he might’ve said something (not that there was anything to say), and telling them to stop was possibly the first time Kriss and Braig were really on the same page. He appreciated the support, and was adamant that he hadn’t said a word (he hadn’t.) He had some pretty nasty scarring from the camp, but not much aside from that. He had been one of the newer members of the Corps, after all. Not new enough to be shiny, but only by a little bit. He still hadn’t completely grown out of the need to prove himself, which was his death. In perhaps the only defiance of strict rules and protocol he ever showed, he jumped on the back of a B2 to save a child local during a raid. The child was saved, but Hardwire and the droid fell to their deaths.

As was his nature, Hardwire didn’t differ much from what was regulation for a trooper. Short hair, clean shaven. He did paint his armor, though. Every edge was given a nice, neat coat of teal. He liked it that way; thought it looked respectable.

In his free time, Hardwire liked to read. He also liked taking walks around the barracks and maintaining his bunk and gear. He prided himself on never failing an inspection. He also had an interest in cartography, and would, when he could, study holomaps almost religiously. Had he survived, he would have been an incredible navigator.

🙌 CT-25-5501, better known as SCRATCH, had a nasty end to a hard life. He’d made it pretty far. He wasn’t sure if rescue was coming, but, hey. No way to find out if you don’t keep going. That was pretty typical of him. He wasn’t a pessimist, wasn’t an optimist. He called himself a realist. He resigned himself to existing. Honestly, he was pleasantly surprised by how long he’d lasted in the tunnels - how long all of them had lasted. If he’d lived, maybe he would’ve changed the way he thought of things. Might have finally made an optimist of him. Of course, the universe’s sense of humor is too cruel for that sort of thing.

He’d been on a supply run when he died. He’d been enjoying the space and privacy, of which there wasn’t much in the tunnels. a good chance to stretch his legs and breathe. It really is amazing what you can come to appreciate, living like they were. He wasn’t completely off his game, though. Just taking a bit of time to collect himself. Something moved off to the side, alerting him, and he’d gone to investigate. Unfortunately, being lost in a strange planet meant that there were strange predators better adapted than he was, and he was pounced upon by a large canine creature called an Umu’oke. By the time the rest of the party found him and shot the beast dead, Scratch had already lost a lot of blood. He bled out on the way back, and was dead by the time they made it to the tunnels.

Scratch wore his hair just long enough to be tied back in a small pony tail. It was all bleached to a pale blonde. He kept himself clean shaven, and had no tattoos. He did have a small scar on his right shoulder from an encounter with a slug thrower, but that was about it. He painted downwards-facing arcs on the upper part of his arm guards and chest plate. Like Mal, he liked keeping a stun baton on his person, but it was unfortunately broken when the Umu’oke lunged at him. It could not be salvaged.

He was known widely for being a fairly lazy man about base. Don’t get me wrong, he did his job, but don’t expect him to do any extra work for inspections. Lonnie learned early on that pawning off chores on Scratch was worse than just having to do them, himself. His favourite activities involved napping and watching boloball, though he wasn’t nearly as die-hard in it as Royce and Prez were. It just kept his interest. He also liked watching his brothers play cards more than he liked playing himself. You could usually find him hanging around to offer commentary and conversation when the deck came out.

🙌 GRAZER (CT-25-6002) was an expert pilot. He was more comfortable in the skies and stars than on the ground. That was home, he said. He chalked it up to the Mando in him. He’d get playfully ribbed for this every so often, but nobody could argue his success in the skies. The only one of them better was Tailwind. During flight drills, it was pretty common to see the two of them trying to one-up each other and pulling stunts. They got away with it by nature of being Very Good At Their Jobs. As long as they kept being good, hell, let ‘em have their fun. He’d been back at the base camp when the massacre happened. He’d found a bit of grass, and, as he was wont to do, had been chewing it while he chatted with his brothers. He didn’t know how or when this habit started, just that it did. In truth, he had a bit of an oral fixation, and nutrient paste just didn’t cut it.

He, like Royce, Digger, and Tailwind, is considered an honorable mention among the Twelvers, as they never really made it back to the tunnels. When the attack hit, Grazer, Royce, and Tailwind had made for their fighters. They figured they’d get up, hold off some of the klankers, maybe shoot down some of the drop ships. Grazer did in fact manage to get up in the air. He also managed to shoot a ship or two down. He had just seen how many more ships were jumping out of hyperspace when he was shot down.

Grazer had a standard haircut for the troops, but grew out his sideburns. He had two navy blue dots tattooed under each eye. He had arrows pointing up painted on his chest plate and leg armor. He had arrows on his pauldrons, too, but those were white on a teal background. He was happiest with a ship’s controls in his hands, but did carry a standard pistol on his belt, just in case.

On his off-time, Grazer could usually be found at 79′s, if only to have a straw to gnaw on. His brothers would often remind him not to chew the styluses for writing reports. He liked watching nerf races more than other sports. He liked animals, and had an impossible dream like Tones, though he kept it to himself: He thought he might like to have a pet, some day.

🙌 DIGGER (CT-26-4332) didn’t expect things to go this way. He figured it’d be pretty standard. In and out, home in time for life day, you know how it goes. He kind of liked the planet they’d been sent to, this time. Lots of greenery. Lots of room to move around. In other words, it was nothing like Kamino, so he liked it. At least, he’d liked it until the massacre happened. That put a rather understandable damper on his spirits.

He had been at the camp when the attack hit. He helped the others get the locals moving and away from the still-deploying droids. He volunteered to help take up the rear and watch everyone’s six. He watched Grazer, Royce, and Tailwind all die. He sort of figured at that point, he was going to die. There was no way they were all making it out of this. That was, in fact, part of the reason he had volunteered for the back. He wasn’t an ARC or an officer. His death would matter less than the others. He didn’t say any of this, of course; no time. He just yelled that he’d take the rear and nobody was in the mood to argue.

He made it pretty far, actually. Had made it into the tree line, and a bit farther then, before turning to loose a few shots off at the droids and slow them down - or, at the very least, thin them out. He got a few down before he took a fatal shot to the chest. Given that the last thing he saw was the rest of the survivors disappearing into the greenery, he died satisfied.

Digger had longer hair that he wore in a tight braid (Master Riloff had taught him how to braid it). He had the 423rd’s star burst tattooed in black on the inside of his left wrist. He also had a small scar on the underside of his right foot from when he stepped on transparisteel after someone had failed to properly clean up a mess in the barracks (he always secretly thought it was Scratch, but never knew for sure). He painted a braid down both the arms of his kit. He also had the star burst painted on the right side of his chest plate, like a badge. His weapon of choice was a gattling gun, and kriff, did he wish they’d brought one along for the ‘relief’ mission. Might have changed things.

While he did go to 79′s, he was very much a ‘leave me alone unless you’re also talking about the pod race’ kind of guy. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his brothers. Just, sometimes you just wanna have a stiff drink and watch kark go fast without having to think about anything or anyone else. He liked his space and his time alone... But this didn’t stop him from subtly warning Prez or Lowswipe when the higher-ups were going to walk in on their shenanigans. He’d just deny it, if you asked.

🙌 TONES (CT-25-9091) loved music. He liked to think to himself that, if the clones got to survive the war and had options, he’d become a musician. For the most part, the rest of the Corps humored him. Of course, that wasn’t possible for a clone. There was no future for them when the war was over. But, he was a nice enough guy, so the others let him dream. It wasn’t hurting anyone. Let him have it. He tended to find music in everything. Marching footsteps made a very nice, even rhythm. The beeps of ship controls booting up had a lot of interesting pitches. Even the clicks of cleaning a blaster could sound nice, if you did it right. He liked to think he knew how to do it right. He was usually the run drumming his hands on his lap during debriefings or on transport ships. as long as he wasn’t obnoxious about it, his brothers had learned to live with it.

He’d been in one of the camps that they found later. He’d figured he was going to die in the camp. He was a clone. Clones are expendable. Even if reinforcements did arrive... ... This was also about the time he accepted he would never get to live out his dream. He’d known, really, but it set in hard in the slave camp. That was it.

He was rescued, but unfortunately, his condition was too frail to survive for long in the tunnels. The other Twelvers did what they could for him, but there was only so much anyone could do. The locals sang to him as he passed, at the request of his brothers. One of their old songs. A story he couldn’t understand, as he never learned the language. Even still, he died with a smile on his face, surrounded by his first and only love as the music lulled him to sleep.

Tones kept the sides of his hair shaved short, with four lines clipped into each side to reference a musical staff. He had music notes tattooed across his clavicle. He had similar sets of four lines painted on the arms and legs of his kit, with a trebel-cleff on a staff over his heart on his chest place, with a few star bursts in place of notes. He liked heavy weaponry, but when that wasn’t available, kept a pair of blaster pistols on his hips. His keen ear made him a good scout, and as such, he wore a scouting-style helmet when out in the field.

As stated before, Tones loved music. He taught himself to whistle when he was a shiny (and his early attempts drove his brothers mad), and was often making up little songs for himself. He drummed with his palms or fingers on his lap, on tables, on walls... He loved listening to the radio. Anything like that. He always wanted to learn a real instrument, someday. In the mean time, he’d satisfy himself with marching and drinking songs with the boys.

🙌 TAILWIND (CT-27-0451) was the de facto flight captain of the 423rd. Yes, all of them knew how to fly. Yes, all of the COs were good at it. But the three of them preferred to be on the ground where possible. Right in the thick of things. Tailwind was their best pilot besides, and was very good at following orders and adapting plans to situations. The COs all agreed he had ARC Trooper in his future at the very least, if not an officer position, someday. He knew this, but didn’t make a big point of it. He was just glad to be of use. He liked helping.

He’d tried to help when the camp got hit, too. He’d made the call to get in the fighters. He figured it might be their best chance to help the others get to safety. Unfortunately, he never made it to the ships. He was close, but not quite. The Seps saw what they were doing and decided that wouldn’t do. A slew of blaster fire took Tailwind out, sending him toppling to the ground before another bolt ended his life. He’d been so close to his beloved fighter, but he was spared seeing it blown up by the same stream of fire that killed him, at least.

Tailwind kept his head shaved, but had a teal soulpatch. He had a small fighter tattooed under his right ear, and a few scattered stars under his left ear. As he was mostly in the air, he’d been spared any major scars. He had a downwards facing triangle painted onto his helmet, ignoring the ‘fin’. He also outlined the viewport of his helmet, had painted his pauldrons and knee guards, and had two stripes just under his pauldrons and on the tops of his leg armor. Like the other members of the flight crew, he preferred a fighter to a blaster, but he kept a pistol on him, just in case.

Tailwind loved flying. His brothers used to joke that his personality was just the word ‘pilot’. He spent most of his off-time cleaning, maintaining, or re-painting his fighter. He was always the first to volunteer for flight dri.ls or similar exercises. He also spent a lot of time designing nose art, both for himself and his brothers, so he was getting to be quite the artist.

🙌 ROYCE (CT-27-0566) was a risk-taker, but, as he liked to call it, a ‘calculated risk taker’. He knew what he was good at. He knew how to keep being good at it. Or, he had. Everyone’s luck runs out eventually. With his daredevil antics, his actually held out pretty long. He was the last of the men who had stayed at the base camp. He’d been chatting with Grazer when the attack hit. As mentioned before, he never made it to the tunnels, and as such is considered an honorary Twelver at most.

He, Grazer, and Tailwind, as mentioned before, all tried to get airborne. Royce lasted the longest of any of them. He’d gotten into his ship and gotten into the sky. Taken out a ship or two. He saw the other ships coming in and managed to warn the others over the comm channels. He barely got the sentence out before he was shot down. But, at least he warned them about the blockade. He saved his brothers. He did his duty.

Royce had an undercut - shaved sides and back, longer top. He’d tried dying it when he was a shiny, but never liked it. He liked the natural colour better. He also kept a well-trimmed beard. He had a stripe painted around his vizor and a series of dots down the midsection of his chest plate. He had a straight line painted around the center of his back plate. He also had a diagonal stripe sliced through his vambraces. He didn’t do any tattoos, though. He disliked needles immensely, which his brothers thought was weird. Clones get a lot of needles. Whatever, Royce still never liked them. Like most of the flight crew, he preferred a fighter to ground fighting. Unlike the others, instead of a service pistol, he preferred carrying a snubnose blaster rifle.

He and Prez were both hardcore boloball fans, though they argued over which team was better. Royce was a diehard Naboo fan, and they got into more than a few bickering matches about it over drinks. Even so, the two of them both preferred watching the games together instead of apart. It was more fun, that way. Whoever’s team lost had to buy the winner drinks. It was kind of their ‘thing; in the Corps. He also joined Tailwind in the hangars a lot, and helped him paint a good few pieces of nose art in his time. He didn’t have the creative eye for it, he’d say, so he mostly just left the planning and design to Tailwind, but he liked the actual process of putting the paint down. He also liked going for flight drills, or walks around the city. He’d usually do this by joining a few of the vode he was closer to in the Guard on their patrols. He just liked getting out.

🙌 Jedi Master DHISIT RILOFF was the General in charge of the Corps. He was a Quarren who, like many other Jedi before him, came to the temple when he was young. He grew up there. It was his home, his family, his code, his oath. He had been trained by an elderly human Jedi by the name of Sairees Liial. He was the last of Master Liial’s padawans before she retired from teaching, though he still saw her checking in on the creches from time to time. He imagined, when he reached his twilight years, that would be him, as well. He was proud of being a Jedi. Though he was a bit older, and a Master, he never sat on the High Council, and that suited him fine. Braig would later describe him as a ‘shut-in’ and ‘weird’, but overall very kind. He didn’t need to be a part of any grand goings-on to be happy. Meditation was his favourite thing to do in the temple, and if he wasn’t doing that, keeping up with his training, or off-world, he was probably in his room with a datapad. He wielded a long-handled lightsaber with a yellow blade. He commanded the 423rd Flare Corps, under the Third Systems Army and Obi-Wan. While he was older than Master Kenobi, Master Riloff respected his tactical prowess and ability as a Jedi, and had no problem taking orders from him when need be.

Master Riloff had trained a couple padawans in his time. The most recent was Sudic Draa, a young Nautolan male. Unfortunately, a year or so before the mission to Tasish, Padawan Draa had been killed by General Grievous. Both Dash and Kriss had ended up in critical condition, and Master Riloff viewed it as a grave failure on his part that he never forgave himself for. The Tasish mission had been the first time since Draa’s death that he had agreed to bring a Padawan along with him. As much as his heart ached for the loss of his student, he knew the score. The next generation would need to be trained, and, with the horrific casualties the Order suffered, they were running short on available teachers. He could not shut himself away forever. He had hoped this would be a way to help him come to terms with it all. Him, and the men. A senior padawan with the experience to be left unsupervised, but young enough to still remind him of the joys of teaching. A simple mission, too. From what he’d heard of the boy, it should have been just what they both needed.

Of course, it didn’t work out that way. Master Riloff fell to the droid armies defending the refugees, though not before taking down a significant number of battle droids. He knew that the Force was calling him. He could feel the men around him, his men, as they fell. It was not how he wanted to go, of course, but he was too old to be naïve. He used his last free moment to deliver his final warning to the base camp, then crushed the commlink to prevent its use in tracking the survivors. He died not far away from Commander Dash, saber in hand. ... Until, of course, Tessk came for the spoils.

🙌 REGIMENT COMMANDER DASH, CC-2331, lead the Flare Corps from its inception. He was proud of his boys and made sure they knew it - but he also made sure they knew it was a pride they had to earn. He worked them hard and rewarded the effort. As stern as he could be, it was his fairness that made his men respect him. He also made it clear he’d never ask them to do something he wouldn’t do, himself. A real ‘do as I do’, ‘boots on the ground’ type of guy. He was also very gruff, and not known to mince words. He said what was on his mind and felt no shame in it. No time for pussyfooting around in his Corps.

At the same time, Dash wasn’t especially talkative. He appreciated the value of quiet. He much preferred solitaire to sabaac, and preferred to drink either alone or with Kriss. He considered Kriss his best friend, and this was mutual. They’d grown up together - not batchers, but squad mates. On their off time, he and Kriss sparred together often. When they were younger, Kriss was the better grappler, but Dash was better at standing combat; with how often they trained together, they both helped each other even it out. Dash spent a lot of his free time checking reports, going over equipment lists and reserves, and holding inspections for the men. He liked making sure things were running smoothly, and that they’d be ready for anything. As mentioned before, he also spent a lot of time sparring. If he wasn’t busy, his vode knew he’d almost always be down for a scrap. That’s why he hadn’t been too interested in a relief mission. Yes, he got why it was important, but bonding with people outside of his Corps had never been his thing. The peace and quiet made him restless. In a way, he was almost relieved when the attack came. Or, no, not relieved: Vindicated. That was the word. He was made to kill Seps and protect his brothers and his Jedi (.... and the Republic, but, eh), and that’s what he was going to do. It’s what he did do, right to the last. Blasters blazing, teeth grit, barking orders and formations into his comms. It was just how everyone thought he’d be going out. His only comfort came in knowing some of his brothers would’ve made it out alive.

Like Kriss, he wasn’t sure what to make of the kid General Riloff dragged along. He wasn’t one to question how Jedi worked - he liked his General of course, but Jedi were meant to be weird - but it didn’t necessarily sit right with him. He didn’t know the kid, didn’t know how he’d work with the Corps. Yeah, he knew the kid wasn’t shiny-- Or, sorry, inexperienced - but he’d never worked with them. And they hadn’t worked with him. And Dash was always awkward with kids who weren’t vode, so, oh well. Kriss’ problem, now (I’ll get you a round when we get home, brother). He figured they’d just handle it all, go home, and it’d be just the Corps again, like he preferred it. Nobody was more important to him than his brothers. Because of this, even if he was gruff, he was well-respected and fondly remembered by the Twelvers. Kriss would keep Dash’s name painted on his blasters, even up to the Purge, until he was stripped of the last bit of individuality he’d managed to hang onto.

Dash grew his hair just past regulation, and kept it slicked back. He was mostly clean-shaven, but occasionally had a bit of stubble from when he got too busy with work to clean it up. He had the numbed ‘423′ and the Corps’ star burst tattooed downwards, from his shoulder to his elbow, on both arms, in thick black aurebesh. He had a number of scars across his torso, arms, and legs from his time on the battlefield, as well as a small scar on his right cheek bone. He had two thin lines painted down his arm and leg guards. The fin of his helmet was painted in 423rd Teal, and he had the starburst painted over the base of his helmet’s transceiver. He also painted the mouth covering of his armor, his pauldrons, and his utility belt. As a commander, he was proficient in many weapons, but had a personal love for polearms. He was also the best unarmed combatant in the Corps, and his vod’ike all had stories of tasting the floor as a result.

🙌 SP-34//R, also known as Spear, was General Grau Tessk’s personal service droid. No, he wasn’t a tactical droid. He was a chef. Grau did his own planning, thank you so much. He had fun with it. No, Spear was there to keep Grau’s peculiar habit interesting. Spear knew over a hundred recipes for preparing any kind of sentient you could think of, with room to download at least a thousand more. He made sure to mention this when Grau mentioned how much human he’d be eating after they wiped out most of the 423rd - “If you worry about the taste becoming bland, I can hold many more recipes than those that you are used to”. He was the one who prepared Master Riloff for consumption. He didn’t see a problem with it; it’s what he was programmed for. It was whoever-it-was’s fault for going against Grau, anyway.

Spear was left unaware that Grau had been killed. He assumed his master was still out on the hunt, as he usually was. Spear was still preparing future meals when the Separatist base he was in was bombed by Republic ships.

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🙌 FEENOR REDIIK was a Devaronian padawan at the Jedi Temple during the era of the Clone Wars. As an Initiate, he was sorted into ‘the Mighty’ Bear Clan; following his gathering, he wielded a green lightsaber with a standard hilt. Feenor had a pride about him that many would say was inappropriate for a Jedi, but he claimed he could easily back it up. For the most part, he was right. He was good at what he did. He had good scores in his tests and assignments. He was fairly proficient at sparring. However, his morality was something to call into question. Feenor was someone who believed, because he (and the rest of the Order) had been born with the ability to tap into the Force, he (and the rest of the Order) were superior to those who could not. It showed in some of his interactions with other people, but, given that he didn’t like most others, it wasn’t especially distinguishable from his normal disdain.

Though he and Braig (and by extension, Braig’s core group of friends) were the same age, they didn’t spend any more time together than necessary. They couldn’t stand each other. Not one bit. This was in part due to differing personalities, and in part due to some less than friendly encounters they’d had in the past. Braig thought Feenor was arrogant and selfish; Feenor thought Braig was soft and emotional. They learned to exist with each other, though, as everyone living in the Temple must. Feenor got a master before Braig did, which also didn’t help their relationship any. The fact that Feenor gloated about it made things worse. Feenor was taller and stronger physically than Braig, and often used it to his advantage. However, Braig grew to be a much better swordsman, and Hano grew much bigger and much stronger than most anyone in their year, so Feenor eventually (grudgingly) left them alone. There was still a bit of a rivalry and a lot of dislike between their two friend groups, but they mostly stayed away from each other.

Feenor was taught by a young Piton knight named Roshi Kudh. Knight Kudh was more compassionate than Feenor, but just as stubborn. Feenor was her first padawan, and she was determined to do right by him. Their mutual determination and unwavering resolve saw them through many a mission, and they had a very impressive record under their collective belts. Unfortunately, their grit could only carry them so far, and both student and teacher were killed in battle nearing the end of the war. They were 16 and 29, respectively.

🙌 HANO RHI was a Cathar padawan at the Jedi Temple during the era of the Clone Wars. As a crecheling, he became fast friends with Braig, and they would remain best friends until the Order fell during the purge. They were both sorted into Bergruufta Clan, which suited them fine. The two of them often play-wrestled, even as older padawans. They were sent on their Gathering together, and Hano was one of the ones who helped pull Braig out of the crevice he’d found himself in. He’d sometimes tease Braig about it later in life, calling him ‘Popsicle’ after Garak’s comment from that day (’Thought you’d be a popsicle’). Despite the differing species, the two of them considered each other to be brothers. Like Braig, Hano carried a somewhat unusual lightsaber; the bronze of its blade almost matched his eyes. The bronze crystals were drawn to those of great physical strength, and Hano did not disappoint. He hit the average height for a male Cathar - seven-foot-five - reaching seven feet before he was seventeen. His training and natural physique ensured that he was a wall of muscle, something he was quite proud of as he grew. In spite of his terrifying stature - and the ideas people have about Cathar men - Hano was mostly a gentle giant. He knew he was intimidating, and knew how to use that to his advantage when need be, but for the most part, he liked using his strength to help the men and temple staff with carrying or loading supplies, and to carry his friends around. Braig, Naweh, and Booda, the more physically affectionate members of their group, were his favourite people to just Lift, and Braig especially often rode around on Hano’s shoulders simply because he could. He was also able, especially later into the war, to carry a downed trooper back to safety with one arm without any serious loss of mobility. This was a talent he put to use many times, and some of the troops he served with joked that he was ‘the biggest little brother’ they’d ever had.

As kind as he was, Hano was also a troublemaker by nature. If he was around, you’d probably hear his master, Yokar Eedai, sighing an exasperated ‘padawan!’ from somewhere nearby. He loved cracking jokes and playfighting with his friends (thankfully, the control he’d learned in training prevented this from causing harm). He did his best to keep his lighthearted antics throughout the war, and for the most part, was able to keep smiles on peoples’ faces. He also disliked wearing a tunic (it’s terribly uncomfortable with fur, he’d say), much to his master’s irritation. Pants, boots, sash, robe, sure. He just disliked shirts. This casual state of dress, along with his usual personality, made it easy to underestimate his intelligence. He has been asked on multiple occasions if it bothers him. It didn’t; he was of the opinion that those who needed to know that he was smart did, and those that didn’t gave him the advantage of being able to catch them off guard. Hano also had a reputation of being very protective of his friends - a ‘dad friend’, in modern parlance. Whether it was scaring off someone who bothered them or bringing them food when they were laid up in the medbay, he liked knowing they were well cared for.

Hano did survive Order 66, but only barely, and only because of the sacrifice of his master. He was rendered unconscious after being caught in an explosive, pulled out by some sympathetic friends of his master, and hidden away before being shipped to the relative anonymity of the Outer Rim. When Hano woke up, he was blind, alone, terrified, and missing his left leg from the knee down. He didn’t know what to do. He was only seventeen.

He ended up spending many years in self-imposed exile, not ready to venture out into a galaxy that had taken everything from him. He learned to get around with sound, touch, and the Force, but the world was cruel and cold and he didn’t know how much was left for him. He did venture out eventually, and would - many years down the line - find Braig again. After that, he spent most of his time hanging around the shop, and slowly learning to have fun again by teasing and playing games with his new nephew and lifelong brother. It was the closest to being home again he’d ever felt since the Purge.

🙌 BOODA MALBO was a Gungan padawan at the Jedi Temple during the era of the Clone Wars. As an initiate, she was sorted into the Boma Clan. While they were in different clans, she was very good friends with Naweh, Hano, and Braig from an early age. She was also the one who introduced them to her friend, Lohata, who eventually became another core member of their group, and her girlfriend. (They liked to think nobody knew. The Gathering Group was fully aware, they just didn’t comment on it.) She wielded a light green saber with a standard hilt. Towards the end of the war - just before she was 16 - she had prosthetic arms from the elbow down on both sides. She broke them relatively frequently in the line of duty, but saw the bright side in that she got to change the colour of the exterior plating whenever it was redone. Sometimes, her friends would gather to paint little designs on them, too, and that always made her happier.

Booda was known for being extremely kind and compassionate; a real bleeding heart. She wanted to make other people happy. Her favourite thing to do was to help people. She liked smoothies, and sunshine, and swimming, and flying. Because her master - a Nautolan named Nid Arto - was also an aquatic race, a part of their training usually saw them at the bottom of the Temple’s lakes, meditating together. Her favourite class to study was cultures, and she and Braig often edited each others’ reports before they submitted them. As she got older, and especially when she began venturing out into the galaxy, she made an effort to stop using Gungan Basic and use Galactic Basic. She felt like she had to. She was pretty self-conscious about how the rest of the galaxy viewed Gungans, and did her best to try and present herself as proper and well-educated to combat this. She also felt very self-conscious if she had to make big speeches, and sometimes struggled if she was the center of attention. It was something she was trying very hard to get better at. It helped, having friends who knew what it was like to have their species looked down on. It made her feel understood.

She was incredibly acrobatic fighter, forgoing the strength Hano was known for in favour of being impossible to hit. Her fighting style was not vertical, was not horizontal, was not diagonal: it was all of them. She was always very good at jumping, so, why not? She hopped around when she was excited, too, but tried to keep it under wraps when she was in public. She also loved dancing, and incorporated that hobby into her combat abilities. When she wasn’t spending her meditative periods submerged, she was a frequent practice of moving meditation. She never really liked sitting still, unless she was with her friends. Even then, she was prone to bouncing one or both legs. It helped her stay centered. It was also a common occurrence (though they wouldn’t admit it) for her to hold Lohata’s hand under the tables during meals. Worst case, this could be dismissed by the fact that she was a very affectionate person in general. She especially found her warm-blooded friends comfortable to lean against. It wasn’t strange at all to see her cuddled up to Braig or Hano during study sessions, or on cooler nights when they were assigned to the same mission. It was a running joke amid their group that if she ever greeted them with ‘hey, you’, the correct response was always ‘hey, Boo’ in the same tone.

Booda did survive Order 66, physically. Emotionally, she was not so lucky. She’d been doing flight drills around Naboo with her Master and Lohata (Lo’s master was sick at the time, and was resting back at the Temple). They’d brought a few of the men with them, since they’d at first come to investigate an issue that had been quickly resolved. Nid had figured, well, they have time to kill, and the girls did seem pretty excited to be there. Why not have a bit of fun before going home? They’d had no way of knowing the troops would turn on them. Booda and Nid survived the initial assault that downed their ships; Lohata did not. Booda damaged her prosthetics trying to pull Lo out of the wreckage before Nid was able to drag her away. They took refuge under water, just like they used to for meditation. When the troopers started dropping depth charges, Nid shielded his padawan at the cost of his own life. His body floated in the water for hours before it was eventually retrieved. Booda was able to hide in an underwater cave with an air pocket for a few days, until she felt that the search had been called off. Even still, she was never able to venture far from the lake that had become her safe haven. Many decades down the line, she learned of Braig and Hano’s survival. She was able to send them a transmission, and after that, her old friends would make regular visits to her lake to check in on her. While she wouldn’t feel truly safe ever again, it definitely helped her to feel more at peace.

🙌 YOKAR EEDAI was a Mon Calamari Jedi Master during the era of the Clone Wars. He was known for being curt and stern, and nobody really knew how he and his padawan, Hano Rhi, got anything done with their differing personalities. In truth, while they didn’t always see eye to eye, Yokar never regretted his choice in pupil.

Yokar wielded a blue lightsaber with a shoto-style hilt. He was very steadfast in his beliefs, and he knew how to uphold them. He believed in proper behavior, proper diction, and a firm hand to keep the peace. A Jedi ought to be respectable. This is where he often found himself at odds with his padawan, as Hano was far more relaxed and jovial than his stiff-lipped master. Yokar’s favourite pass-times were meditation and going for walks around the temple, sewing, and reading. He also liked fishing, but he hadn’t had much time for that since the war started. He had a spot or two in mind to take his padawan to enjoy a cast or two, once the fighting had finished. He’d learned how to fish from his own mentor, Jon Jorathi, and had hoped to keep the tradition alive.

Despite what anyone else would think, Hano and Yokar not only got on well, they also cared for each other deeply. Yokar was never one to question his devotion to the Order, nor one to ever want anything else, but he did view Hano as the son he never got to have. Yokar was the last person to speak to Hano before he returned to Cathar for the traditional coming-of-age hunt of his people, and the first one to greet Hano upon his return. (He also gave Hano the following morning off of chores to rest up, which was most unlike him.) While he tried to instill proper etiquette in his padawan, those who knew Yokar would notice that Hano had the opposite effect on him. He would never become what someone would call ‘fun-loving’, but he did learn to lighten up a bit. Just a bit. The lectures on behaviour became shorter and less impassioned, he would turn a blind eye to minor shenanigans. Strangely enough, it was good for his blood pressure.

Perhaps, had things been different, he would have progressed further into the realms of knowing how to relax. Maybe he would have gotten to knight his padawan. This never happened.

Order 66 happened instead. Hano and Yokar had been on the way back to the Temple after some business about town. Nothing too terrible. Working with some contacts, cleaning up some loose ends. The Force shifted suddenly and it was all they could do was rush to the Temple to see what was happening. Of course, they were too late. Yokar knew that even as it left a horrible taste in his mouth, even as Hano refused to accept it. They had to run. He almost had to drag Hano the first few steps (brave, noble, foolish Hano) before they started getting away. They ran, but not fast enough. The explosion went off and Yokar knew that only one of them would make it out. He made the only choice that made sense.

In spite of what someone else might have thought, Master Eedai had always loved his padawan. And he always did, right even as the final blaster bolt went through his chest.

🙌 KASHNA was a wanderer who avoided making a name for herself after the Republic fell to the First Galactic Empire. As a Clawdite, she could look like anyone she wanted to. That suited her just fine. She didn’t like being acknowledged. After the Empire, that meant death. Before the Empire, it could mean death, or it could mean unemployment. Neither was great. Money made the planets revolve, you know.

In spite of that guiding rule, Kashna wasn’t greedy or materialistic. She just needed to survive. Like many of her species, she often found work as a spy or infiltrator, using her natural ability to hide in plain sight. She became much more comfortable in the skin of someone else, rather than her own. Besides, nobody liked a Clawdite being a Clawdite. They liked a Clawdite being someone else. She’d been young when she ventured out on her own; didn’t fit in with her family. Argued with her parents too much, had to get out, find her own way. For the longest time, she thought she was going to exist alone, and you know what? She was fine with this. ... Until she met Kuvora Niett of Clan Dranug. A young Mandalorian Cathar, the leader of Clan Dranug had sent Kuvora out on a journey that she had decided she needed a Clawdite’s help for. The two of them became good friends over the course of their adventures, spending evenings sharing stories over drinks and rations in the cockpit of Kuvora’s ship. It wouldn’t be the last time they worked together, and eventually, Kuvora sent a transmission inviting Kashna to meet the rest of her clan next time she was in the system. Kashna thought that would be fun. Then the Empire purged the Mandalorians. Kashna found Kovura too late, and made an interesting choice. Kashna didn’t like Kashna. Kashna liked Kovura. After giving her friend a burial, Kashna took the armor Kovura had worn.

She also took Kovura’s name and appearance. Kashna travelled the stars as Kovura, a proud Mandalorian, in both honour of her friend and dismissal of herself. Nobody had to know. ... Of course, Braig knew. The Force is an interesting thing. Clawdites and Cathar feel different. ... He also figured she wasn’t who she seemed because she didn’t fight like a Mandalorian did. He’d never want to pick a fight with a trained Mandalorian if he could avoid it; Kashna didn’t give him nearly as much trouble, when they were at odds over a data chip they both wanted. Braig had also grown up with Cathar, and Kashna didn’t move like someone who was used to being a Cathar did.

He didn’t kill her, which was strange, but she did feel humiliated by it all. She also didn’t get the job done, and had to lay low from her employer for a while. She’s going to carry that grudge for a long time, and next time, she’s determined to fight more like a Mandalorian.

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