#also he got a new kyber crystal

[stardustandash]

Next on the Febuwhump docket: Too weak to move - Jedi Fallen Order for @pennflinn

I've always wanted to write a little Ilum whump, and you picking this prompt got that particular plot bunny going again! I hope you enjoy!!!

Words: 1,525

Tags: whump, hypothermia, no Jedi Survivor spoilers, exhaustion

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Can't Go On

Everything is too much. The Force, the endless cold, the cries of the kyber as the Empire drills down into the heart of Ilum. Cal can feel it all dragging at him like the cold that has sunk into his joints and stiffened his movement. Maybe swimming his way through a frozen planet’s cave system wasn’t the smartest idea, but he needed his crystal. And now he has it and all he wants to do is lie down and sleep but instead he’s fighting his way through an Imperial mob.

Then he finds the room full of KX droids. Sure, Cal has a functioning lightsaber now, and he’s hastily modified it to split into two with the help of his new crystal, but he’s still just one rusty padawan against a room full of droids. Droids that have two feet and about two hundred pounds on him. He separates the blades, blocking the first one’s attempt to grab him while fending off a second with a slash towards its middle. The movement is slow, his joints hurt as he tries to get them to move with his usual amount of speed.

It's not big a problem though. At least, it isn’t a problem until the other droids in the room make their way over as well. Cal can usually dance circles around KX droids and their slow swings and stomping steps but this is different. Every move Cal makes is slower than the last, every swing of his ‘sabers falling later than they should. When one of the droids comes up behind him he can’t quite get his feet to move him out of the way before the KX droid has him by the throat. Cal scrabbles at its metal fingers as it lifts him from the ground. There’s a pause, then the droid is slamming him so hard against the ground whatever air is left in his lungs leaves in a strained wheeze. He has a moment of panic as he realizes he just landed on his back. His back where BD-1 usually sits. Then he hears angry beeping and a mechanical whirring noise.

BD-1, the hero that he is, has sliced the KX droid. Cal tries his best to scrabble out of the way as BD-1 pilots his new ride towards the other droids. The carnage that follows mostly comes to Cal as loud, metallic crunching noises. He’s only half paying attention as his highest priority is convincing his lungs that they do, in fact, know how to breathe properly.

Cal’s only halfway back to breathing when BD-1 screeches out a warning. He gets his blade up just in time, and slides between the legs of the KX droid standing over him and uses it to climb to his feet. Then he cuts its arms off for good measure. He spins, trying not to trip over his heavy, clumsy feet and throws himself back into the fray. T

Thankfully, BD has managed to get rid of most of the KX droids with the one he’s puppeteering. It doesn’t take much more effort for Cal to cut through what’s left until he and BD-1 are the only things moving in the room. BD-1 immediately scuttles over to Cal’s side and tosses him a stim. It feels a bit like cheating that he uses the Force to bring the stim to his hand, but Cal knows he isn’t going to catch it without its help. The adrenaline in the stim clears some of the fog from his mind, but it also makes the shrill cry of the kyber around him louder.

BD-1 trills at his side to ask if he’s okay.

“Not really, Buddy,” says Cal. “The Empire, what they’re doing here is awful.”

BD reiterates the question, this time specifying that he meant Cal’s personal wellbeing, not whatever-the-kriff Force nonsense was clearly upsetting him.

“I can get us back to the Mantis,” says Cal. I think, he doesn’t add. “I’m fine.”

His knees and ankles protest something fierce as they set off again. Of course, the door BD-1 manages to slice leads to nowhere but a single rope hanging over a dark chasm. Of course, Cal has to swing across it to keep moving forward. He pauses before swinging across. He tells himself its so that he can inform Cere that the Empire is on Ilum, that he’s been spotted and there could be trouble, but he knows it’s so that he can put off attempting a death-defying stunt while feeling at about half capacity at best for his usual tricks for just a minute longer.

He can’t feel the rope in his hands.

BD-1 whoops with his usual amount of glee as Cal may or may not use the Force to cling to the rope and get them both across with all his joints protesting doing anything other than lying face down on the ground and waiting for either the Empire or Cere to find him. He lands ungracefully and immediately stumbles into an endless fight to get out of the caverns. The galaxy seems to be laughing at him as every time he feels himself slowing down and fading there’s a new, stronger enemy in his path from purge troopers with their electrified weapons to stormtroopers with flamethrowers.

By the time Cal and Bd-1 stumble their way through the frozen over entrance they’ve gone for yet another swim and this time Cal can feel the ice forming in his elbows and knees. He’s exhausted too. The day has been full of heavy emotions and fighting and through it all he can feel the planet crying out through the Force in pain. And yet, there’s still more the empire has to throw at him.

Cal can hear the AT-STs before he can see them. The familiar whirr-thunk of their steps echoes across the snow and ice now that the storm is gone. The sun is almost blinding where it reflects off the snow and Cal has to squint to get the barest detail of the landscape around him. He knows that he can’t face the walkers head on, he can’t even feel his fingers where they are wrapped around the hilt of his lightsaber, nor can he manage anything more than a slow, awkward shuffle. So before the AT-STs spot him he makes for one of the narrower channels formed by the ice and settles in to wait until they decide to go patrol another sector. He leans back against the ice and slides slowly down into the snow. BD-1 jumps down beside him and beeps that they should comm Cere and Greez.

“You’re right,” says Cal.

He fumbles in his pouches for his comm device. It takes longer than it should, but eventually he gets it into his shaking hands and manages to press the right buttons with numb fingers.

“Cal,” Cere’s voice is steady through the comm channel, but her relief is evident. “Where are you?”

“I’m close to the ship, but hiding. There’s walkers out there and I can’t get past them without a fight.

“What if you don’t fight. Can you sneak past them? You could scale a wall and walk over the top back to the ship.”

Cal goes to stand up, just to have a peek and see, but his legs don’t get the memo. He can’t feel them. He can’t even feel the wall of ice he’s leaning against.

“No,” says Cal in a tight voice. “I can’t climb.”

“Cal, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know. I can’t move anymore, it’s so cold and I’m so tired, Cere. I’m so tired.”

“Do not fall asleep. BD, do not let him fall asleep,” Cere orders.

BD-1 chirps an affirmative and fixes Cal with a strange stare. Cal doesn’t know if Cere hears the response or not. It doesn’t matter, she knows BD-1 will look after him, he always does.

Cal slumps even further against the ice. At least he’s starting not to feel so cold anymore. In fact, his fingers and toes are starting to burn a little, and if he could muster up the energy he’d be tempted to rip off his poncho. Cere’s still talking through the comm, and Cal can think of responding, but it’s too much effort to actually form the words.

It’s kind of funny, in a way. Earlier in the caves Cal had been ready to lay down and die after the crystal broke in his hand. But then BD-1, with the help of Master Cordova, reminded him that he has to keep going. Now he wants nothing more than to get back to the ship, to Cere and Greez, and a bunk that’s starting to feel like home and a purpose that is uniquely his, and yet he can’t get up and get himself there. The bright sky and BD-1 are receding away from him down a long, dark tunnel. He wants to claw his way back to the light, but he’s far too weak to move. All he can do is hope that somehow Cere will find him before he becomes another screaming ghost on Ilum.

#febuwhump #j:fo #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #fanfic #fanfiction #bd-1

[ramblingsofafanatic]

Is That All You've Got?

Bahryn Fest is here!! Here's some art and fic of Kallus and Zeb as force users!

Word Count: 782

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios

Warnings: None.

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Fic under the cut:

"Who the hell is that?" Zeb asks as they duck behind a crate. 

"Why would I know?!" Kanan asks.

"It was a general question!" Zeb responds with an eye roll before ducking up to pick off a couple stormtroopers advancing in their direction. He’s not stupid enough to try and shoot the imp with a lightsaber. 

“That’s it, I’m going.” Ezra says before he jumps out from behind his crate an ignites his lightsaber. 

“That kids gonna get himself killed.” Kanan says before jumping out and igniting his own lightsaber. 

“You’re both gonna get all of us killed” Zeb says as he hops over and ignites his lightsaber as well.

“Three Jedi?!” A stormtrooper yells. 

“Finally, a real challenge.” The pompous imp says with a smirk. 

“I hate that guy already.” Zeb says.

“Seconded.” Kanan says as he and Ezra branch off to take on the new platoons of stormtroopers.

“Lasat, face me!” The guy says as he picks up on the Spectres plans.

“And who are you?” Zeb asks as he advances.

“Inquisitor Kallus,” He answers as he easily deflects Zeb’s lunge, “is that all you’ve got?” he adds on as he deflects another blow. Zeb tries to breathe through his anger, but unlike Kanan he didn’t have any fancy Jedi training, so he’s still trying to catch up. It distracts him enough that Kallus almost gets him, if it wasn’t for Ezra swooping in to help Zeb would have probably been killed. It sobers him up, and later in the Ghost, he asks Kanan if they can up the training. He will not be another lasat added to that inquisitor’s kill list. 

-

“You finished your new lightsaber I see,” Zeb says as he enters their room on base, he just got back from a mission and was looking forward to being with Kal in person again, not some grainy holo. Kallus straightens up from where he was slumped over a datapad on the bed and follows Zeb’s gaze to the new saber sitting on the desk. 

“I did.” Kallus answers slowly. 

“What colour is it now?” Zeb asks as he picks it up and moves to sit next to Kal. 

“I don’t know.” Kallus says.

“What do you mean ya don’t know?” Zeb asks.

“I mean, I don’t know,” Kallus repeats.

“You found the Kyber and built the entire saber without looking at the crystal?”

“Yes.” Kal says shifting uncomfortably, avoiding Zeb’s gaze. 

“Why?” He asks, trying to push ease and comfort over their bond. Kallus just shrugs. “Ya gotta look at it at some point y’know.” He adds. 

“You think I don’t know that!” Kal bites out before freezing as he feels Zeb shock through their bond. Zeb watches as Kal goes through calming exercises in his head. He can feel the turmoil Kal is putting out in the force, and it’s starting to worry him.

“What if it’s red?” Kallus asks quietly, if it wasn’t for Zeb’s good hearing he probably wouldn’t have heard it. Everything clicks into place for Zeb as he understands. 

“Is that all ya got? You’re worried it might be red?”

“Yea, I mean-”

“It’s not gonna be red.” Zeb cuts him off.

“But-”

“Kal,” Zeb cuts him off again before he can argue, placing Kal’s saber into his hands before grabbing his face and gently nudging it so he can look into the human’s eyes. “Let’s say it is red then. Not that it will be. But if it is, it doesn’t matter, you’ll still be Kal, I’ll still love you.”

“Garazeb,” Kal whispers before leaning in for a kiss, calming instantly at the familiar feeling of the lasat’s lips on his own. Zeb hums and returns the kiss for a second before moving to rub their cheeks together. 

“Now, you gonna ignite it?” Zeb asks as they pull back.

“You do it,” Kal says, trying to push the saber into Zeb’s hands.

“Nu uh, you gotta do this Kal, it’s your saber.” Zeb says. Kal sighs and shifts to hold the saber away from them so he can ignite it safely. Zeb tries his hardest to push encouragement through their bond, he watches as Kal closes his eyes before pressing forward on the switch. A brilliant blue lights up their surroundings and Zeb nudges for Kal to open his eyes. He smiles as he sees Kal gasp softly.

“Blue, my… my first one was blue, I never expected to see that colour again,” He whispers, staring down at his saber.

“Told ya, not red.” Zeb says with a grin.

“Shut up,” Kallus says with an eyeroll.

“Make me.” Zeb challenges, and it seems like Kallus isn’t willing to let that challenge go unanswered.

#kalluzeb #art #writing #bahryn fest 2023 #bahrynfest #bahrynfest2023

[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 10

A/N: Well, here we are. We get explanations, more questions, and lots of just fun stuff in between. Oh! And Mando’a. (Translations at the bottom.) We have some show dialogue again, but not too much. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits​​ wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the first part of episode 2x4/12, The Siege.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Space swearing. Mando’a. 

Word count: 10,045

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar​ for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

Bathed in a purple glow, you stared wide eyed at the beam of light as it stood proudly before you. The whispering had stopped, nothing swirled at the back of your mind, there was nothing left to taunt you. ….Except what you had seen in flashbacks.

Brown eyes stared back at you, soft and kind, long before they ever swore a creed or made a promise to stay hidden. Now they haunted you, teasing you with something you’d never see again, playing on a loop behind your eyelids every time you blinked.

How had you seen that?

In all your years reading any and all information you could get your hands on about the Jedi and their training, you had encountered things that came about rarely, some people having particularly strong powers and the ability to see things when touching an object, but that was things tied to that object.

Looking to the hilt in your hand, you disengaged the saber, the silence of the room surrounding you as the gentle hum stopped. Bringing it closer to your face to inspect in the dim light, you could find no reason this saber was connected to the memory of Din. And in the memory of the child, there had been no purple glow defending him, though you had been in the Jedi temple, but that connection was loose if any.

You’d heard stories of younglings and their journeys into the kyber caves in search of the crystals to power their weapons. They would call out to the young Jedi, test them, torment them even. That all made sense with what you had gone through. This wasn’t your hell, it was your test. Though it could be argued they were one and the same, you thought smugly, you decided to look at it as a passing of a trial, a success.

Staring into the dark recesses of the closet absently, your eyes darted all around as you searched your mind for any sliver of information that might help.

You scrunched your eyes tight, hand darting up to cradle your forehead as a wave of pain washed over you, throbbing behind your eyes. Clutching the hilt tightly in your other hand, your new leather gloves creaked against the metal. Moaning softly, you tried to focus when voices started to fade into your consciousness, a fuzzy version of reality slotting into view behind your eyelids.

You didn’t recognize anything. Not the space, not the people, nor the time. Was this the future? Was it the past? Was it happening right now?

Then you saw him.

You saw Din, looking exactly like he had when he walked out of this closet however long ago, time an abstract concept when you were lost in these visions. Other Mandalorians. Voices you didn’t recognize. Everything got sharp, clear, as if you were there with him, except something that laid at his feet. Something small and black laid on the ground and blurred when you tried to look at it like your eyes were bleary with sleep. No matter how much you blinked or rubbed your eyes, it still stayed hidden from your view.

Sucking in a sharp breath when you realized what words had been exchanged, you blinked and the closet came back into view, as if you’d never left.

Pushing the glimpse of a possible future out of your mind for later, you rolled your shoulders back, massaging your temples as the pain dissipated. Turning to the kid, you saw him wide awake, staring at you with curious eyes, his head tilted in that very Din-like way, making you smile.

“Hey, little one. When did you wake up?”

You made your way back over to the crate you had been seated on, lowering back down until you sat cross legged in front of him. His eyes landed on the saber, and he let out a soft squeak in question before he looked back up at you.

“Ah, so you’ve seen my new toy, huh?” You held it out slightly for him to see better. “You know what this is, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. His little head straightened in answer as he held your gaze.

A sad smile found its way up your face. “I saw what you went through on your last day at the temple, kid.” His ears drooped at your soft words. “I’m so sorry. That must have been so scary.”

One of his little three clawed hands reached out toward you, and you met him in the middle, only one of your fingers fitting in his grasp. His eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly you were back there, but you were seeing everything from his perspective.

You saw the troopers, the Jedi fall, then suddenly a shadow overhead. His gaze drifted up to find the source, and your breath caught in your chest when you were staring into your own eyes. You were wearing the clothes you had on now. The saber in your hand was on your hip along with your blaster and knife that glinted with the fresh mudhorn. Your beskar. But how? You quit pondering the how, just grateful it was when a sense of peace washed over you from the child, a sense of relief and protection.

You had done that.

You had covered him, sheltered him, and made him feel safe decades ago, before the two of you even knew the other existed.

The vision faded, the dim light of the closet coming back into view, and you swiped at an errant tear tracking down your face.

The child released your finger, smiling up at you as he blinked heavy eyes slowly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, the side of your mouth quirking up.

“I don’t understand any of this, but I think that’s the point.” You rose to your feet with a sigh. “Does it ever get any easier, kid?” He squawked in what you took as a ‘no’, making you chuckle. “Gee, thanks. I can’t wait.”

Scooping him up, you fastened the saber onto your hip, closed up the bag you’d come in with, and slung it over your shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go see if we can find your dad. This place is making me claustrophobic.”

The child let out a little squeak.

“I’ll keep you safe. If anyone tries anything,” you lifted your arm up like you had seen Din do many times, grinning, “I’ll roast ‘em.”

Xxx

Din POV

“Easy. Easy.”

This had been one big kriffing disaster.

The controls of the ship rattled in his hands, shaking like it wanted to burst apart at the seams. Pulling up with a firm hand, glancing to his side to make sure Reeves was doing the same, Din focused back out the viewport, watching the surface of the water careen closer.

At the last possible second the ship stabilized, pulling up to just skim over the surface of the water, beginning it’s ascent once again at a gradual incline.

Panting, Din released the controls, stretching his hands out as far as they would go, fingers spread wide. He’d had some close calls in the Crest before, but he doesn’t think any have ever had him gripping the controls that tightly.

Reaching out he presses a few buttons on the control panel as a soft alarm still blares about their low altitude, faintly registering Bo-Katan talking to the Imp in the corner. Suddenly the sound of electricity crackles through the air, and he whips his head around to find the source, only to see the Imp convulsing and falling to the floor motionless.

Suicide capsule.

He narrowed his eyes at the Mandalorian who had held a blade to the captain's neck and spoken in harsh whispers. What had she said?

“We have to go. He sent a distress signal,” Reeves said.

“Clear the atmosphere and prepare to jump.” Bo-Katan sounded upset, glancing down to the Imp one more time.

That was Din’s cue. Rising to his feet, he walked brusquely toward the exit of the cockpit.

“Are you sure you won’t join us?”

Bo-Katan’s voice at his back made him pause. There had been a time when all he’d wanted was to find more Mandalorians, coverts. More of his kind. But now…. Now he wanted nothing more than to find the Jedi for his foundling. To do right by you, by the kid. By his clan.

Turning back to face her, he kept his voice even and calm, despite how frustrated he was with her for all the things she’d pulled once aboard the ship. “There’s something I need to do.”

“The offer stands if you change your mind.” She hesitated. “Your little warrior didn’t seem to know the true significance of the blade she carried.”

“That’s not your-”

“As a woman and a Mandalorian, I think I hold an authority on the subject. Tell her. The longer you wait, the worse it will be.”

He hesitated. “I didn’t forge the blade, technically-”

“Technically nothing. Get your helmet on straight and just tell her already.” She tilted her head at him curiously, her voice softening further. “If you’re worried she doesn’t feel the same, I can assure you, you’re wrong.”

Din sighed, changing the subject. “Where can I find the Jedi?”

The mechanism hissed as she removed her helmet, holding it under one arm. “Take the foundling to the city of Calodan on the forest planet of Corvus. There you will find Ahsoka Tano. Tell her you were sent by Bo-Katan. And thank you. Your bravery will not be forgotten. This is the Way.”

Din nodded once, his voice cracking slightly. “This is the Way.”

As he strode out a side door, the wind whipping his cape around violently, he only had one thing on his mind. He had to get back.

Not even hesitating when he reached the railing, he took it in one hand, planting his right leg firmly and pushing off the edge into a free fall, his jet pack activating after a few seconds.

The dull city came into view below him as he passed through the clouds, and he accelerated slightly at the sight.

He had people waiting for him.

Xxx

Regular POV

You’d quickly realized you would need to conceal the lightsaber on your hip as you made your way from the inn. You didn’t see people looking at you directly, but you could feel stares following after you.

Slinging a satchel over your shoulders so it would cover the weapon, you tucked the kid into the little makeshift seat as added coverage, looking down into his bright eyes as they sparked with mischief, his gaze boring into your own. If you had to guess, he was saying something like, Understood. Mission accepted. He turned to look at the people passing by curiously, letting out soft coos as you went.

Finding a small market nearby, you found a stall that had a lightweight cape, flowy and breathable. With multiple shades of grey flecked together into one material, it resembled the overcast skies above. It came just above your knees in the front, dipping a little lower in the back, and had a spacious hood. You debated finding a robe with actual sleeves, but decided against it at the thought of your new vambraces. You chuckled under your breath, softly shaking your head as you pictured the smug tone Din would have as he said, “I told you so,” his arms most likely crossed over his chest as you both stared down at the smoking remains of a robe with sleeves that nearly cooked you alive with it.

Rolling your eyes, you paid for the cape, grabbing the other robe on principle - it could be altered, you justified to yourself, plus, the likelihood that something was going to catch fire at some point made you want to prepare just in case - and stuffing it into the satchel with the kid after you paid for it.

Ducking into a little alley, you pulled the bag off your shoulders, setting it on a crate, and pulled on the cape, feeling much better once you knew the saber was concealed. Throwing the satchel back on, you went back out on the main roadway, still getting the feeling that people stared at you as you passed by, almost keeping a wider berth from you than usual.

Reaching up to touch your cheek, you knit your eyebrows. “Do I have something on my face, kid?” You arched a brow as you looked down at him, chuckling at the squeal he sent your way. A glint caught your eye, and you looked down, realizing it was your beskar catching a brief ray of sun as the clouds broke for just a moment.

Realization dawned on you. People were staring at the beskar. They were avoiding the person wearing it. Your face melted into something neutral, your mouth beginning to curve downward as the thought kept circling your mind. Is this what Din felt like all the time?

Shaking your head at yourself, you strode towards the edge of the dock, the large ship Din was on high in the sky above. Leaning against a light pole, you kept your eyes on it, opening a ration pack for the kid and handing him pieces absently.

You felt the stares grow, the envy of some clouding underneath. Others feared you, while most were just curious. Darting your eyes around, you began to feel paranoid, and anger began to roll just under your skin. Why can’t they just mind their own business?

You didn't even realize you were doing it until the light on top of the pole at your back burst, making you and everyone in the vicinity duck away, hands rising overhead protectively, turning to look up as sparks rained down.

No. Not again.

The raw surge of power had flown from you to the closest nearby source, overwhelming it instantly. You winced as another small flash of sparks erupted before falling to the dock below. Glancing around, people were lowering their hands, approaching cautiously and staring up at the light in bewilderment.

Brushing your palms down the front of your cape, you tried to mimic their curious looks before ushering the kid a few feet to the side where you leaned on some large crates. Slumping back against them with a huff, you closed your eyes for just a moment, trying to center yourself before it could happen again.

You’d read some documents once upon a time from deep in the belly of Coruscant’s black market on the various colors of kyber crystals and what they meant for the wielder. Some represented strength, others wisdom, but purple, purple was rare and sometimes a topic of dissent, as its glow represented both that of strength and the dark side. It could be argued that it indicated one was truly balanced within the Force, both light and dark choosing to coincide in one blade, but it often indicated one had a soul of conflict.

Opening your eyes to stare at the large ship that contained your Mandalorian as it cruised through the sky, your mind continued to wander.

You’d never had this conflict before, this tug of the dark side pulling so strongly on you. The only thing you could figure was the crystal was trying to speak to you, manifesting in ways you wish it wouldn’t. You felt slightly better, knowing it wasn’t just you that was suddenly having lapses, but rather an outside force just trying to be heard. You could work with that.

The ship suddenly started to dive, making you push off the crates behind you and stand up straight. You faintly registered the child letting out a questioning squeal from the satchel as you walked to the edge of the dock, staring at the large vessel. A band seemed to tighten around your chest the closer to the water it got, and you weren’t even breathing when it pulled up at the last second, mere feet between it and the water.

You let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut in relief when it started to ascend again, the child beginning to babble from the bag at your hip. Moments later you saw a glint as something shiny flew off the side of the ship, the signature trail of a jet pack soon following behind it, making you smile.

Soon, Din landed on the dock beside you with a gentle thump, his momentum carrying him forward the last few steps left between you, closing the distance quickly. He stood so close that you were sure a deep breath would be enough to bring you together. Your head tilted back to look up into the dark T of his visor as he looked down at you.

“Hi,” you said softly, smile trying to fight its way up your face.

“Hi,” he echoed, his tone light. Reaching out after a moment, he pinched the fabric of your new cape between his index finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth slowly. “This is new.”

You nodded, looking down to his hand as you swallowed roughly, suddenly feeling nervous to tell him what you’d found. “Had to get something to cover this.” Lifting the edge back just enough to show him the saber on your hip, he took a step back to look, his head tilting to the side as he stared at it.

Looking around you noticed people starting to pay attention to the beskar again, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him into the alley you had ducked into to put your cloak on. It was small and narrow, and didn’t leave much space between the two of you, but that wasn’t any different from how you had been standing on the dock with loads of space all around.

“What is that?” Din asks, staring down at the spot where your saber was safely concealed.

“It’s a lightsaber. A Jedi’s weapon.”

“How-”

“It’s a long story,” you sighed, bringing your hand to your forehead to rub in frustration.

“We’ve got time,” he said softly, leaning his back against the wall opposite you, letting out his own sigh as he did.

You let your hand fall back to your side with a slap as it hit your thigh. “This isn’t exactly information for a dim alleyway, Mando.”

He didn’t respond, his visor just leveled on you expectantly.

“Let’s wait until we’re on the Crest-”

He let out an agitated huff as he pushed off the wall, grabbing your wrist and beginning to exit the alley.

You dug your feet in, making him jerk to a stop, turning to look at you. “Where are we going? The ship won’t be done for a few hours yet….”

Closing the distance between you, he pulled you close, his forehead coming to rest against yours in a gesture you were coming to understand meant more to him than simply what he had said. It was intimate, yes, but it was also a way of grounding you both. You weren’t even sure he knew he was doing it. But it worked like a charm.

“Do you trust me, mesh’la?”

You groaned. “I hate conversations that start like this.” He chuckled. “Why do you smell like smoke and explosives?” He was silent. “Wait. Never mind,” you rolled your eyes before looking up into his visor through your lashes, the beskar still cool against your forehead.

“Let’s go see our temporary passenger and her newest family member. We can talk there while they watch the kid. Whatever happened obviously has you on edge-”

“How did you know-”

“I know you.”

Your hands found their way up into his cowl like they had been before he left, twisting the material tightly in your fists, your eyes studying the weave of the material.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes swiftly flying shut before any of the tears that suddenly started clouding your vision fell.

“Come on, cyar’ika.”

Pulling away slowly, you both exchanged a look, the corner of your mouth darting up just slightly before you followed him out of the alley, hand firmly held in his as he led you down the dock toward the Frog Lady’s house.

Xxx

“And that’s how I ended up with this,” you concluded with a sigh, flipping the lightsaber in the air and catching it in your hand. Relaxing further into the wall at your back, you stared at the hilt in your palm before lifting your gaze up to Din’s visor.

Tentatively he held out his hand in a silent request to hold it. Leaning forward slightly, you placed it gently in his glove covered grip before collapsing the few inches back into the wall. He studied it intently from his spot across from you, looking almost comical, his large frame in the tight living quarters.

“And you’re going to keep it?”

You stared at him slack jawed for a moment. “Of course I’m going to keep it! It called to me, the kyber crystal inside that saber called to me, and made me endure the weirdest trip of my life. It’s coming with me.”

Din held his hands up beside his head as if in surrender. “Fine, fine!” He began examining the hilt closer. “Explain the visions one more time….”

You sighed again, looking over at the kid as he played with the newest member of the Frog family. “The first ones I wouldn’t really call visions, per say, more like….” You studied the floor in front of you before lifting your gaze back to his. “Glimpses. Glimpses of someone else’s past.” He nodded for you to go on.

Closing your eyes tight to try and remember every detail you could, you scratched your temple as you began. “I saw you, first, in the arms of your father, running on the streets of your home planet. The droids, the war…. I saw it all.” You took a deep breath as you tried to steady your nerves, eyes opening to watch him carefully. “The cellar where you hid, I went in there, too-”

“Why?”

Your jaw snapped shut, nose scrunching up in thought. “I don’t know. I just felt like I should. And I….” You tried to keep your features as neutral as possible, your voice as calm as you could. “Din, I saw you.”

He froze, lightsaber held up by his face as he examined it, slowly lowering down to his lap, forgotten.

“I saw the fear on your face, the longing for your parents…. But most of all, I saw the love echoing back from your parents’ eyes as they made sure you were safe.” He didn’t move. “They truly loved you, Din. They were doing the best they could in a really terrible, awful situation. And it worked - you lived. That’s all they were hoping for. They’d be so proud of who you’ve become.”

You looked over at the child as he squeaked, playing with the baby, and smiled. “And I think they’d love the kid, too.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d be on their list of favorites, too, mesh’la. Probably higher than me.”

Turning back to find him already looking at you, your eyes flitted back and forth, searching for purchase you knew they weren’t going to find. “I’m sure I would have loved them, too.” Finally settling on one spot, your voice barely came out above a whisper. “You have beautiful eyes….”

His visor tilted slowly in question.

Clearing your throat, your gaze fell to his chest, unable to hold the weight of his stare any longer. “In the vision, er, glimpse, thing…. I saw your eyes.” Finding the courage, you looked back up quickly, finding his head straightening, his shoulders stiff. “Only for a second,” you added as if it helped. “Only for a second, and technically it was before you swore the creed, so it was just like if I had actually been there that day.”

He sat straighter still, every part of him rigid and stiff. “The girl.” His voice sounded almost bewildered, distant, as if lost in a memory.

You hesitated. “What?”

He shook his head slowly, looking down to his lap before looking back up at you, head tilting to the side as his shoulders hunched forward just slightly. “I always thought I imagined it. When they were taking me away, when I looked down, I could have sworn I saw a girl and she…. She looked a lot like you.”

The two of you stared at one another for a long moment.

“How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, extending your hand for the lightsaber back, taking it gently when he held it out to you. “If you had asked me yesterday I would have said it wasn’t possible, but now…. I don’t know. Even just a few hours ago.” You cradled your face in your palm. “So much has happened in just a short time.” Moving your hand so it held the side of your face, you braced your elbow on your knee to support your head. “And I didn’t even tell you about what I saw right before I left the inn to go outside yet.”

“There’s more?” Din’s incredulous voice made you groan, a soft chuckle chasing it out into the open as you nodded, your eyes falling shut, exhausted at the mere thought of going on.

Suddenly the kid let out a wail, tugging on your bag across the room, and looking at you with humongous eyes.

Rising to your feet, you turned toward the bag. “Hang on, I’ll-”

Din put a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement, and the kid’s cries of frustration crescendoed again when he saw. “I’ve got it.”

“No, really I can-”

“Hold that thought,” Din said, holding one finger up close to your face, “and don’t move.”

“What am I, a bounty?” A small bobble of his head as he walked away made you grin, knowing he probably was rolling his eyes.

“If you were a bounty, you’d probably be the first to convince me to let you go.”

“Why, because of my good looks?” You batted your eyelashes mockingly as he handed the kid a ration pack, the crying instantly stopping, and made his way back over to you with a snort of laughter.

“No.” You scoffed at his answer, a snicker making its way through his vocoder. “You just have a way with words, cyar’ika.”

He stopped in front of you, head tilted slightly down as yours hinged slightly back to let your gazes meet somewhere in the middle.

After a long moment you turned with a groan, walking towards where he had been seated before, stopping and staring at the wall with hands on your hips. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“Going to?”

You whirled back around at his teasing tone, leveling him with a glare as he chuckled.

“Come on. Please tell me.” His arms crossed over his chest, his weight shifting to one leg. “I promise I won’t think you’re too crazy.”

“That-”

“I won’t think you’re any more crazy than you are, or any crazier than I already do.”

“Just…. Stop talking.” You held up a hand to silence him before returning it to your hip, your other hand going to massage between your eyes as they closed tight. “You're giving me a headache.”

“I’m sorry. What did you see, mesh’la?” He asked quietly.

“I couldn’t tell at first.” You lowered your hand to your side, eyes darting around the room as you recalled the vision you had right before you left the closet. “I would definitely call this one a vision, it felt like it was something that hasn’t happened yet.”

He nodded for you to go on. Taking a deep breath, you fixed your gaze on his signet as you continued.

“I heard you. You were talking to another Mandalorian, a woman. She asked if you had ever removed your helmet. …..And you said yes.” You looked at him straight on. “She said you were no longer Mandalorian.”

His chest rose and fell rapidly, but no sound passed through his modulator. He finally stumbled back a step, his footing unsteady, as a quick anguished breath slipped past the vocoder. He looked off to the side, gently shaking his head. “That-” he looked back to you. “That would never happen.” He took a step closer, closing the distance he’d stumbled back. “It won’t.”

“Maybe it was out of your control. Maybe-”

“It won’t.”

He took one large step forward, his figure looming over you, menacing and broad. Now you knew how his bounties must have felt, as you took a step back out of instinct, your spine sealing itself along the wall behind you. You had to tilt your head back just slightly to maintain eye contact, he was standing so close to you. You weren’t afraid, but you’d admit there was an inkling of fear curling just under the surface at the mere air of menacing he was giving off in waves.

The kid let out a questioning squawk from the table on the other side of the room, the Frog Lady trying to shush him quickly. Something about that sound shook him from his rage, and he hung his head with a gentle shake, apologizing.

“I’m so sorry. I would never hurt you, you know that-”

He went to take a step back with a heavy, sad sigh, but stopped when you reached out a hand to place over his that had gestured hollowly in front of him.

“I know you,” you said quietly, mimicking his words from earlier, effectively cutting off his rambling, and stopping his movement away from you. He let out another heavy sigh through the modulator. “I know,” you added softly.

Reaching a hand out to place on the side of his helmet where you assumed his cheek would be, you must have been right, because he quickly let out the rest of his breath on a quiet hiss and leaned into your touch, the weight of his beskar cradled in your palm.

“This is the way,” you said barely above a whisper, smiling at the small huff of air that left his vocoder.

His helmet in your hand, his weight melting into your palm, the child squeaking happily somewhere behind the two of you…. This is what you were referring to. This is the way.

Din’s voice sounded almost sleepy as he nearly burrowed further into your palm. “This is the way.”

Xxx

You bid your goodbyes to the Frog family, Din holding tightly to the child when he began to pitch a fit as your little party of three headed for the door. “No, I have enough pets.”

Walking slowly up to where the Razor Crest sat on the landing pad, you all came to a stop, surveying the rough looking ship skeptically.

It looked…. Better than it had when you’d landed. Barely. If you squinted. And didn’t even look at it.

Opening your mouth to say as much, you’re stopped short when Din cuts you off, his voice low and unamused. “Don’t even say it.”

Snapping your mouth shut, a small smile tugging up the corners slightly, you nod once, turning to look back at the Crest.

“I gave you a thousand credits, this was the best you could do?” Din hisses to the Mon Calamari attendant. Unphased, the mechanic simply holds out his data pad towards the Mandalorian, who presses the appropriate buttons to complete the transaction with a sigh.

Turning and making his way towards the ramp of the ship, he holds out his hand towards you and pauses, waiting until you fall in stride with him, where he places his hand firmly on your lower back as you move forward together. He’d been much more…. Possessive? No, that wasn’t right. Protective? No, that wasn’t it, either. Closer. He’d been much closer ever since the crash landing on the last planet.

Especially since he gave you the knife. Looking up at his visor with a soft smile, you studied the angles of the beskar as they somehow shined despite the overcast day. You figured it was just something to do with Mandalorians, their culture, and their focus on families and tribes.

Striding into the Crest as a unit, all three of you looked around the interior to inspect the repairs. Ropes. Ropes were everywhere. The ship was held together with twine. Walking up to one particularly tight strand nearby, you reached out a finger and plucked it, the string vibrating with a low hum, the frequency rattling into the metal of the ship on either end and making it sing its own low tune. Something off to the side groaned, like metal on metal, protesting the song selection.

Looking over the side of your shoulder at Din, he just stared at you silently before making his way to the cockpit, making you snicker.

The doors to the cabin whirred open, their once smooth hiss now a jolting swish. They moved at half the speed they normally did, making Din do a double take, and you had to turn your head to hide your grin in the massive hood of your new cape where it pooled on your shoulder.

Setting the kid in his chair to the right before sliding into the pilot’s chair, Din reached around the strands of twine pointedly, flipping switches and pressing buttons with unneeded aggression. “Mon Calamari,” he huffed, shaking his head as he attacked a few more buttons. “Unbelievable.”

Pressing the lever forward, the ship began to rise slowly, shaking and rattling like it was in the grip of an angry rancor. As the ship continued to shudder, you opened your mouth to say something about it, but without even turning to see you, Din cut you off just like on the dock, grumbling this time. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Smiling, you looked over at the kid as you fastened your safety belt. Creeping down from the ceiling was a small cephalopod creature like had been in the chowder you had been served your first day here. Remembering the way it plopped into the bowl made you shudder. The kid watched it intently, cooing as it got closer. You weren’t too worried about it, if anything, it could be a snack for the little carnivore, but he was tired after a long day, and you didn’t want to set off a fit just because he was so tired.

Reaching for your knife, you’re just about to draw the blade and stab the creature when it let go of the twine it clung to, dropping quickly toward the child with a hiss. Before you can react, Din has reached his hand back, catching the creature just above the child’s face, making the kid giggle.

“I finally know where I’m taking you,” Din’s voice is light, the first time since leaving the Frog’s house. Which, admittedly, wasn’t that long ago, but you always preferred when he was happy. He turned back toward the viewport, controls tight in his grasp with one hand, and you took the small aquatic creature from his grip so he could put both hands back on the steering. The ship continued to shudder violently. “But it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“Isn’t it always?” You muttered under your breath, watching the city below shrink through the viewport as the ship rose higher and higher.

Turning back to look at the kid again, he caught the tail end of a tentacle being slurped into his little green mouth, his hands coming together in front of him, his eyes darting away, wide in innocence. Turning to look at you, Din tilted his helmet as if to say, really? and you only shrugged.

“What?”

With your hand tucked under the long flowy front of your cape, you slowly rotated your pointer finger, focusing on an object across the cockpit as the kid looked at you with scheming eyes.

Mimicking his words from earlier, you tilted your head to the side, smiling. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Din shook his head at you, turning to face the front right as you directed your pointer finger in a straight line, steering the small ball you were manipulating straight to the child’s waiting grasp behind him.

He reached to do something on the control panel, stopping when he noticed the ball missing. Turning slowly to look at the kid, the child simply looked back up at him and munched on the ball happily, his eyes darting over to you after a moment. Din turned your way, moving even slower, only to find you a perfect mirror image of the kid after he ate the creature - hands in your lap clasped together, head turned to look slightly to the side out the viewport, eyes wide and innocent as you stared at the stars crawling by.

“Have me turning in kriffing circles,” he mumbled, turning his chair back the other way to unwind the small circle he’d made. “Great idea. Make the pilot dizzy.”

He pushed on a control and hyperspace streamed around the cockpit, dancing off of every reflective surface. Looking down to your vambraces, you get a little lost in the streaks as it looks like part of your arms are made of stars, swirls of blues and silvers whizzing past, painting the beskar in glowing shades of starlight.

“Think you could help me with some wiring, you little delinquent?”

Looking up at his visor, the T an inky stripe that sat in the mass of reflected starlight from the rest of his armor. “Considering that’s the only thing I know how to do so far, yeah I guess I could help.”

He snorted a laugh. “I’m going to focus on getting these ropes out of here.” He plucked one like you had earlier, something on the deck below crashing a bit belatedly, making him sigh a heavy, heavy sigh. “I’ll watch the kid. The panels down below need the most attention, by the carbonite storage.”

You nodded, then shuddered, shaking your head when he tilted his head at you in question. “Nothing. Just…. Remembering that one time you chased a bounty into my bar- what was it you told him? ‘I can bring you in….’”

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” He answered instantly. His weight shifted to his other hip where he sat in his chair out of habit, his hand coming to rest lightly on his blaster in preparation for a fight. Realizing his movements, he relaxed into the chair after a moment.

“That was it!” You said with a smile. “Do you say that often, like is it a tactic, or was it just-”

“No, it was just something off the top of my head,” he cut in, brushing the statement away with one hand.

“Right,” you said after a moment, nodding once before making your way to the doors, their jerking swoosh making you chuckle. “So by the carbonite?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, turning to the controls at his side. The door shut behind you, and he slumped forward, his shoulders rounding in his seat as he let out a heavy breath. Turning to the kid, he paused. “What?” He questioned the foundling as the child stared up at him with suspicious eyes, narrowed accusingly, a soft unimpressed grunt coming to meet the expression.

“She doesn’t need to know that’s my line,” he said offhandedly, turning to examine some of the ropes more closely.

The child began to babble, gesturing between the door and Din as he spoke, making Din chuckle.

“Okay, okay, you little womp rat! I’ll tell her later. You happy?”

Arms falling down to his side, the kid let out a humph as he plopped back into the chair, sitting and munching on his ball as he watched his caretaker get to work.

Xxx

Surveying the interior of the ship as you twisted a bundle of wires together, you chuckled softly, shaking your head as you took in all the ropes and fishing nets holding it all together.

You’d slipped your cape off, but left the saber on your hip. You’d only had it a short time, but it didn’t feel right anywhere else.

Directing your attention back to the panel in front of you, it's quickly pulled away again by the sound of Din dropping down the ladder in one go.

“Everything okay?” He asks after turning to face you.

One corner of your mouth twitched up. “Well, I haven’t decentigrated your ship with my flamethrowers yet, so I guess that’s a yes?” Closing up the panel, you walked over to meet him halfway, wiping your hands off on the front of your pants. “Did you need something in particular?”

“Just came down to get a tool,” he said offhandedly, striding over to the toolbox near where you had been.

Taking the saber in your hand, you felt its weight in your palm. “I wonder….” Taking a deep breath, you tossed it up in the air, watching it flip end over end before you caught it behind your back, a brilliant smile climbing up your face.

“What are you doing?”

Snapping your head up to look at Din, you found him staring at you curiously.

“I just needed to stretch a little bit after doing all that hunched over,” you gestured toward the panel with the hilt. “I got to thinking-”

“Uh-oh, that’s dangerous.”

You pulled a face, mocking laughter at his joke. “Oh, ha ha, you're so funny.”

“Thanks,” he teased, making you huff.

“I got to thinking,” you continued pointedly, “if it was anything like when I flip bottles behind the bar. Same principles, same basic shape…. I don’t know, my mind just went there so I wanted to try it, and it worked.” You did another flip in front of you, catching it easily, then a more complicated one, flipping it then making a full circle before you caught it, smiling up at him when you were done.

“How,” he began after a moment, dragging out the word. “How can you do that with a laser sword and not have a problem, but you tripped on the ramp twice the other day?”

“There was something in my way-”

“It was perfectly flat,” he deadpanned.

You scowled at him. “I tripped on air. It’s a thing that happens.”

“Happens to who?”

“People!”

“It doesn’t happen to me.”

You snorted. “Yeah. Okay, Mr. I tripped and fell in Peli’s hangar but didn’t think anyone saw me.”

Silence hung between you.

“That was one time.” He held up one finger for emphasis.

You held up your hands in surrender, smiling smugly. “I believe you. I didn’t even see it. The pit droid told me.”

He just stared at you, his hand holding firm to the single digit extended.

Suddenly the ship lurched, throwing you and Din into one another, alarms blaring from the cockpit. Scrambling to keep on your feet, both of you ended up clutching the other close in a tight grip, your gaze getting lost in the T of his visor inches from your face.

Over the blaring of alarms you could now hear the shrill sound of the child laughing heartily from the cockpit, obviously the source of the chaos engulfing the ship. Both of you scrambled up the ladder as fast as possible as the ship teetered back and forth unpredictably. You gripped his cape to stay upright once you made it to the top, peering over his shoulder to see the kid gleefully running along the length of the console, crunching whatever buttons and switches were unfortunate enough to be underfoot.

You surged forward as a unit, Din scooping up the child and handing him to you in one motion, your firm grip ready and waiting to contain the monster as he squirmed in your arms. He continued into the pilot's chair without missing a beat, correcting all the things the kid had messed with, the alarms stopping one by one, silence quickly growing in the cabin. Once everything was settled and the ship had stopped shuddering violently, you and Din turned stern gazes onto the child who just looked between you both with a wide grin.

A soft alarm began to go off right as Din took in a deep breath to say something, making him turn back to the console, flipping a forgotten switch, and instantly a shower of sparks and a loud bang erupted from down below.

Your lips drew into a tight line as you stared at the stars inching by through the transparisteel. “That was the panel I just fixed, wasn’t it?”

“I think so,” he was quick to answer.

“Take him, please,” you said quietly, extending the child to the Mandalorian who took him in one arm.

Turning, you made your way down the ladder quickly, a loud “Dank farrik!” coming along behind you after a small shower of sparks flared light up into the cockpit. “I’m fine,” you added, sighing, the loud clang of the metal panel landing on the floor as you began the repairs again.

The cockpit doors closed, leaving Din and the kid in silence aside from the sound of tools clanging around dully below.

Looking down to the kid, Din shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

The kid babbled something to him before turning his gaze back toward the cockpit doors.

Xxx

You leaned against the frame of the cockpit doors as you watched Din flip various switches. The engines sputtered and revved pointlessly before dying.

Some black grease smudges were on the tips of your fingers where your gloves didn’t cover from all the wiring you had been doing, a few on your vambraces, and no doubt one or two on your face where you’d forgotten and gone to brush your hair out of your eyes. Grabbing the scarf Vanth had given you back on Tatooine, you began to wipe the grime from your skin and beskar.

“I was looking through some spare parts you have down there, and I think you have pretty much everything I would need, but next port we get to, I’m going to check out a few junk shops.”

“What are you talking about?” Din spun his seat around to face you, helmet tilted in question.

You sighed. “We talked about this earlier.” One hand went to rest on your hip. “I want to build a training ball like the Jedi used to use. I have the diagrams in my bag, I got them off of someone back on Coruscant just before we left. They were mixed in with a handful of other documents…. Anyway. It hovers and shoots small blaster shots at random, and you have to reach out and connect, to feel in order to block it.”

“Wouldn’t that just make you extremely tired extremely fast? Like the first time you shot the blaster?”

You smiled softly. “No, but that’s why I need it. Using the Force makes you drain your batteries faster, being in tune with it doesn’t. That night I wasn’t very in tune.”

“You seemed pretty in tune to me,” he chuckled. “I was watching.”

“Yeah?” You spoke softly, grinning as you went back to wiping your hands.

“Yeah,” he returned equally as soft.

After a moment he turned back to the console to press more buttons. Reaching up overhead he flipped some switch, making the engines rev again. “All right, let’s try this again. Okay, did you…. Do you have the wire?”

“What?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” An alarm started beeping softly before a series of button pushes turned it off. He turned to the console on his left, a few more buttons and switches. “No. Nothing.” He sighed heavily. Pressing a button repeatedly as if maybe the seventeenth time would have a different outcome, he finally stopped. “Hey….” He looked over his left shoulder toward the back of the cockpit. “Oh.” Clearing his throat, he got to his feet and went to a small little opening in the back wall you hadn’t noticed.

A loud coo was heard from inside as Din knelt down in front of the small hole, and your eyes went wide.

“Din…. Where is the kid?”

“He’s helping,” Din said simply, not looking at you, instead keeping his gaze forward on the child.

Crouching down beside him, you pushed his shoulder to move him and get a glimpse down the small shaft, making him grunt at the impact. Sure enough, at the end of the little tunnel was the tiny green baby with two wires in his hands, grinning at you like there was nothing wrong with the world.

Sighing, you let your weight slump down onto your heels, letting Din softly nudge his way back in front of the space. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course.”

“Does he?”

There was a moment of hesitation before he answered, making you roll your eyes when he finally did. “Yes.”

“I could help with the wiring,” you wiggle your fingers to emphasize your hidden meaning, implying you could use the Force to reach these hard to get to areas for him instead of sending the kid on a mission into the depths of the Crest. “I just learned how to recently, but I’ve been told I’m very good at it. A close friend taught me. Had to save his ass after he crashed his ship on an ice ball, but I’m pretty sure all that wiring was messed up before impact.”

“Is that so?” Din snorted. “That much effort would put you in a coma for a month.” A smile quirked up your cheeks. “The Crest is in too bad of shape, there’s no way you’d last long enough to even do half of it.”

“Your confidence is overwhelming,” you teased, turning to sit on the floor, leaning your back against the cockpit doors.

“I just admitted my ship is falling apart after all the times you’ve said the same thing,  and you turn it into something about you?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Your ship is a mess. Let’s talk about that.”

He grunted before turning back to the little cut out the kid was perched way back in.

“Okay. Did you get the wire out? The red wire?” His tone was a new one for you, like he was talking to a child, which he was, but he never talked to the kid like that. Slow and easy, calm at every turn. He usually talked to the child like he was an equal, but this simple teaching voice made you look at him and smile.

“Huh?” The kid squeaked a reply from deep in the bowels of the ship, making you snort a laugh as it echoed slightly.

“No, no, no. No, the red one. Show me the red wire.” You tilted your head back against the doors behind you, watching the scene unfold with amusement. “The red one.”

A soft coo sounded.

“Yes, good. Now, you’re going to plug that red wire where the blue wire goes in the board.”

A slightly confused sounding coo was next, and you rolled your head to look out the viewport, closing your eyes with a sigh.

“Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board, okay? But don’t let them touch.”

Another coo, this one you swore sounded like “Huh?” and made you roll your head back to face Din again.

“There has to be another way, Din.”

“There isn’t.” His voice was calm, but there was something underneath that hinted at frustration.

You scoffed softly. “And electrocuting the child is better?”

“He’s not going to get electrocuted. I asked if he wanted to help and he said yes.” He sounded dismissive, one hand waving the comment off as he kept eyes on the child.

“He said yes.” It was a statement, not a question. And an incredulous one at that, your face a deadpan as you stared at the Mandalorian.

He tossed his head gently side to side as if deciding what to say. “He made a sound that sounded like yes. ….And I told him I would give him a cookie after we were done. He couldn’t get in there fast enough after that,” he chuckled.

You huffed out a breath, massaging between your eyes as they screwed shut. “That’s not much of a choice, is it? And after all the times you’ve gotten after me for bribing him,” lowering your hand to look at him again, you tisk at him before looking back out the viewport from your perch on the floor.

Din shrugged. “I think he’s getting it.”

The kid cooed again, drawing both of your attention back.

“You see where you took the blue one off? Yes, now put the red one….”

The kid grunted, the sound of a wire being plugged in following shortly after.

“No, don’t put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was. And put the blue one where the red one was. But be careful.”

Cradling your face in your hands, knees pulled tightly to your chest holding your arms close, you slowly rolled your head back and forth as if scratching a deep itch. “This is painful….”

Din scoffed lightly, not looking away from the kid.

“I don’t think he’s getting it, Din,” you said into your hands, your words muffled and almost unintelligible.

The child cooed, the sound echoing around the small space, his voice so utterly confused.

“They’re oppositely charged, so keep them away from each other. Make sure you hold them apart from…. No, hold them apart. Oh!”

The sound of electricity made you sit up straight, rolling back over onto your knees and crouching beside Din to see down the opening.

“Oh…. Are you okay?” You slowly turned your head to look at Din after he asked.

The child coughed before whining softly, otherwise totally fine.

Din sighed. “Well, it was worth a shot.”

You stood, brushing off your pants as you spoke in a mock serious tone. “What we learned from this is I am always right, and you should listen to me always, especially when it consists of matters concerning your…. What’s the Mando’a word for son?”

Din froze, staring at the kid as he slowly made his way forward in the little opening. “Ad is the literal translation, but ad’ika is also acceptable, more of a broad, endearing term for children of all ages. Ade is a more general term. Any of them would work for him.” He looked over and up at you, watching your face morph into something soft.

You swallowed roughly. “With matters concerning your ad,” you finished. After a moment, you continued softly. “Will you teach me Mando’a?”

Din let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re still learning Huttese, and you have most of the Tusken language down, but that’s a lot all at once.”

“I don’t care,” you responded instantly. “I wanted to learn those to communicate with people we encounter, but I want to learn how to communicate with the most important person I’ve come across. You.”

Holding your gaze for a long moment, Din finally responded with a simple nod. “This is your first lesson, then. Gar cuyi ner aliit. Ni kar'tayli darasuum gar. Gar cuyi ner mir'sheb bal gar utreekov kar'tayli darasuum gar, cyar’ika.”

The way the words just poured out of his mouth with ease, each sound something beautiful and sweet like honey. You almost zoned out a little as he spoke, the lilt in his voice something hypnotic as you tried to focus on each word and commit it to memory. You hesitated. “I only knew one of those words.”

Din sounded like he was smiling. “Then you better get learning, mesh’la.”

Xxx

You sat on the end of the bunk, cradling your small bowl of soup.

Sitting a few feet in front of you, their backs to you, Din and the kid were perched on crates, nursing their own bowls of soup.

You’d offered to turn completely around for him so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable lifting his helmet, even just enough to take a sip before lowering it again, but he’d said no, it wasn’t something he was too concerned about. He trusted you. He’d insisted you stay in the lower area with him and the child instead of going up to the cockpit. In fact, he tried to get you to sit with him and the child, but you opted to stay back behind.

He sat in such a way that his face was angled just slightly in your direction, enough that if you really wanted to look, you would see him. But he didn’t seem to mind. He made no effort to move, and you were sure he was aware of just how much you would be able to see. The thought of him being so open and carefree about it made your breath catch in your chest.

You tried not to look, but you found your eyes darting up to catch a glimpse involuntarily. That same tanned skin you’d seen in the vision, a strong jaw, and the shadow of facial hair. He was backlit so you could barely make any of that out, most of it hidden in shadow. But every time you closed your eyes, just like before, the image was burned into your eyelids.

The child made little slurping sounds as he ate his soup, soft coos of contentment following each gulp, and a small sigh of satisfaction.

“There’s no way we’re making it to Corvus in this shape.”

Din reached up to disengage the lock on his helmet, tilting it back just enough to take a sip from his small bowl. The kid tilted his head and leaned forward as he looked up at the Mandalorian, trying to catch a glimpse of the face underneath the beskar. You smiled as you watched the interaction, your lips pulling tight around the rim of the bowl you held to your mouth. Lowering his helmet back down, the mechanism hissed as it sealed, a sigh passing through the modulator.

“You know, I think we need to visit some friends for repairs.” The kid tilted his head again as he studied Din, his forehead wrinkling adorably in confusion. Turning to look down at the foundling, Din’s voice grew almost playful. “So, how would you like to go back to Navarro?”

“Huh?” It was the one word the kid said clearly on a consistent basis, and it never failed to make you laugh.

Tilting his helmet back again, both him and the kid took a drink at the same time, and your smile around your bowl of soup seemed like a permanent fixture.

“But first, we need to make a little pit stop.”

Xxx

Not long after you all had finished eating, Din had returned to the cockpit to punch in the new coordinates. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going, he only said, “You’ll see” teasingly.

The child sat in the chair to Din’s right, sound asleep after eating all that soup, and you sat in your spot to his left, arms across your chest, watching the stars crawl by outside.

“While we’re waiting, how about you teach me some Mando’a?”

“Gar copaani hibirar Mando’a?”

“Din-”

“Nayc, gar copaani ibic, gar hibira ibic yust.”

You stared at him, mulling over the many responses flying around in your head, most of them not nice. “You’re so annoying,” you finally landed on, turning back to stare out the viewport.

He chuckled. “Bal gar cuyi mesh’la.”

You snapped your head back to look at him, finding his helmet tilted at you in amusement. “Hey, I knew that word at least.”

“At least,” he agreed, turning back to the controls when an alarm began to softly go off. “We’re here.”

Looking ahead of you, an almost red colored planet came into view, growing larger and larger the closer you got. It looked barren and dusty. “And where is ‘here’?”

“Arvala-7.”

Xxx

Translations:

Ad - Son

Ad’ika - Little one, son, daughter, of any age

Ade - Children, sons, daughters

“Gar cuyi ner aliit. Ni kar'tayli darasuum gar. Gar cuyi ner mir'sheb bal gar utreekov kar'tayli darasuum gar, cyar’ika.” - “You are my family. I love you. You are my smartass, and your idiot loves you, darling.”

“Gar copaani hibirar Mando’a?” - “You want to learn Mando’a?”

“Nayc, gar copaani ibic, gar hibira ibic yust.” - “No, you want this, you learn this way.”

“Bal gar cuyi mesh’la.” - “And you are beautiful.”

Xxx

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[gaeasun]

Ahsoka Season Finale

I watched the season finale. im not happy! why exactly im not happy i'll put below but. Basically Filoni took some of the main things we know about the Jedi and undid it.

Sabine now has the Force, apparently! Because the Force resides through all living things, and now that has been entirely retconned to mean that anyone can use the Force if they simply wish for it hard enough. and she suddenly can use it strong enough to throw people meaningful distances, on her second use ever.

Sabine was a Mandalorian. Sabine being Mandalorian has always been one of the most key parts to her character. But apparently isnt anymore other than wearing her armor. Considering her family (that were coincidentally on Mandalore when it got bombed despite not actually having their home base on that planet) are now all dead, I suppose that explains part of it. And I also suppose perhaps Sabine could have felt that training as a Jedi was her best connection to her Rebel family, especially Ezra, however considering they never actually mentioned once why Sabine wanted to train to be a Jedi thats unfounded and there is currently no reason, and therefore no good reason for her to do that. and yes there should be a reason, considering that this was entirely unorthodox.

They so badly ignored what they'd said before about Kyber crystals. That they are attuned by the Force to their user. That lightsaber was Ezras, and he'd bonded to it. And he did not "give it to Sabine" he actually handed it to Chopper. You might say semantics, I might say, lightsabers are now just being treated as glowy swords when they are actually supposed to be sacred to their Jedi. Also, Ezra just randomly found his own kyber crystal apparently. It is a witchy planet so ill accept that. but he might have said two words about it.

The whole point of training Jedi young was so they would learn to control their abilities before they could learn how to abuse them. Every Jedi we've seen that was taken in later struggled hard with the dark side, including Ezra, Quinlan Vos, and most notable Anakin. Sabine is around thirty, making her older than all of them. And she lost her family in a convenient tragic attack. Why is no one even stopping to think (in the show) about this.

No Rex. Rex played SUCH a huge role in Ahsokas life and now they sidelined him so hard its not even funny. Where was Rex when Anakin was Vader? Still by her side, when everyone else had left or died. They were trauma bonded besties! But no one cares about the clones apparently. No matter what universe, ours or theirs, they are perpetually abandoned by their creators. STOP PLEASE.

Ahsoka barely used reverse grip. it has been her thing FOREVER. but now she barely used it even twice across eight episodes, not even to deflect blaster bolts which would have been pretty easy to show. if you cant do this in live action then i have a solution: dont do the show in live action. or just get different choreographers. but It has defintely been shown there is live action ability to do reverse grip fighting, not doing it is lazy.

this point is my biggest beef. Despite this series being centered about the Jedi, and going outside the tradition of what we have always seen Jedi as, they never even settled on a new meaning of what a Jedi is. heck, they never even ASKED the question of what a Jedi is. i guess its just someone who swings around a lightsaber. thats all we've seen anyways. Force not required. Ideals? Guidelines? Tenets? Not even mentioned.

The fact of the matter is, the Jedi have always been a religion centered around the Force. Maybe you can serve the Force without having it! Which actually sounds really noble and could have been explored! but the thing about religions is, you follow their cause and their rules and align yourself to them. you do NOT do your own thing and redefine everything around you and force it to now include you. pretty sure thats what we call a cult. im not calling what is being done a cult, but i am saying is that this show (and primarlily Feloni) remade Sabine AND remade the definition ( without clearly stating one) of Jedi to "force" it to fit into their own thoughts. its downright disrespectful and i wish they'd never made this show in the first place. it was not worth it.

#ahsoka spoilers #g gives a thought #giving several angry thoughts right now #feel free to disagree but #i will be forever mad they entirely spoiled this like rotten cake #also i forgot about how in the beginning despite being HUGELY PRESSED FOR TIME #they are literally ambling along with the turtle guys #FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER #like. why not just actually pick up the pace towards the giant ship thats about to strand you here? #what no reason? ok fine good whatever just asking

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Midichlorian count and universal Force aptitude are not mutually exclusive!

Midichlorian count and universal Force aptitude are not mutually exclusive!

I think that the current canon material in SW clearly shows that nature and nurture have equal part to play in if and HOW someone manipulates the force.

One of the best examples is young Leia in Obi-Wan. Genetic daughter of the chosen one who was most known for being a powerful Jedi (well, until...), but she was raised by Republic loyalists who worked with the Jedi, and wanted her to be mindful of everything around her. She spent her years running off into the forest and being kind to others. And also being rude (versatile queen)

Perhaps Leia's most well known trait is her snippy attitude, which manifested when she was very young as giving targeted comments when she saw fit to establish herself as smart and formidable. we then see her in Rebels threatening someone's job to throw suspicion off the Ghost crew. as early as 4/5/??? years old, she seems, at least to me, to be using Jedi telepathy. Especially since this is shown in the same scene as the "lower life forms" debate, she's making connections with everyone around her through the force, which is how she is sensing their intentions.

Does her upbringing and personality play a key role in how and why she uses her abilities? YES! ABSOLUTELY!

Is the fact she picked it up so easily inherited from Anakin, who got clocked by other Jedi in less than a day with zero training? PROBABLY!

Sabine would not the first time within the currently canon timeline that we see someone use the Force without being genetically predisposed. In Rogue One, Chirrut senses blaster bolts and people's intentions to dodge like Ahsoka can, and it's been a while since I've seen it but isn't he implied to sense others' living Force to see where they are? And yet he never uses telekinesis or receives a kyber crystal.

On the other hand, maybe both Chirrut and Sabine ARE Force sensitive, but just as Chirrut uses only his senses rather than manipulating the Force, just as Leia does the same before training, Sabine can't sense or use it because she was brought up with different values despite having potentially been born Force sensitive! Both when Kanan trains her on the Darsaber and when Ahsoka debates training Sabine as Jedi, Hera points out that she is Mandalorian, saying that's why she clashes with her trainers.

Even Luke had similar difficulties in the beginning, despite having obviously been born with his abilities based on the hitting-a-womp-rat comment in A New Hope. In fact, a variation of the same excersize is used to open Luke and Sabine to their senses though Sabine briefly employs a dark side technique

Huyang then says Sabine shows little aptitude for the Force, but he also encourages her to train with Ahsoka, even though she focuses on the former comment. If this comment WAS about natural talent versus ability to learn, it should prove that BOTH are true in canon! One can be born able to move things out see into your mind, but anyone else can still find the Force because they are connected to it.

Huyang then says Sabine shows little aptitude for the Force, but he also encourages her to train with Ahsoka, even though she focuses on the former comment. If this comment WAS about natural talent versus ability to learn, it should prove that BOTH are true in canon! One can be born able to move things out see into your mind, but anyone else can still find the Force because they are connected to it.

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[d3sertdream3r]

I loved Ezra so much too!!! I’m worried about his future though, SW has a history of killing off or ruining their best characters 

I feel this with every fiber of my being. Ezra is really special to me, and literally every other character in Star Wars that is special to me is dead! 

I gotta say, I’m not just worried about them killing Ezra though. I’m worried about him being sidelined despite how powerful and competent he was shown to be in Rebels. He had a huge connection to the WBW and the Loth-Wolves, which are both inherently tied to the Mortis gods. I don’t like the idea of him being left out of that storyline going forward. 

It was also strange to me that he didn’t know anything about Thrawn’s base, or what the witches were up to. Ezra is known for sneaking around and ruining people’s evil plans, so it felt weird that he hadn’t interacted with them much or gone back there at all to sabotage them. Speaking of which, I thought it would be really cool for Ezra and Thrawn to begrudgingly team up and work together during their time away from the galaxy like everyone wanted, but oh well. 😒

I’m hoping they parallel Thrawn’s devotion to the Ascendancy with Ezra’s devotion to Lothal at some point; I just think that would be neat to explore. I like when heroes and villains have complicated relationships and connections. Despite Thrawn’s hatred of Ezra, I think he would admire Ezra’s commitment to protecting his people since that’s his own main goal in life. 

There’s also theories about Maul coming back since he has connections to the Mortis Son, and I hope that’s true because Maul and Ezra have one of my favorite dynamics in all of Star Wars. Like I said, I love when heroes and villains have complicated relationships! Plus I want my dream of Maul being redeemed to happen. That poor guy never had a chance at a real life being raised by Darth Sidious, as Obi Wan pointed out in Clone Wars. I think he genuinely cared about Savage and he genuinely cares about Ezra, even if it manifests in a super toxic and disturbing way as a dark sider. I want him to find true peace and become one with the Force on the light side, but I don’t know if I’m lucky enough to get that! 

We’ll see how it all goes, but I am excited to see Ezra meet the other Mandoverse characters (especially Din and Grogu, their interactions will be so interesting to see)! I do wish that he got a purple lightsaber though. I love the emitter as a nod to Kanan, but the standard blue color doesn’t suit the fact that he’s the incarnate of chaos. The blue one he used to have had a fricking gun attached to it for crying out loud! Or it would be hilarious if he just went through all the colors. Every season of every show he’s on his kyber crystal breaks, so every time we see him, he’s got a new color! (I'm only half kidding, that would actually be super funny 🤣 )

I hope we get to see him thrive in his Disney Princess Era™ and tame all the animals going forward! No matter what, Eman is going to kill it. Ezra's by far the best animation to live action character transition we've had!

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[twinsunstars]

Thoughts on Ahsoka Episode 8 - The Jedi, the Witch, and the Warlord - A Discussion Post

The season finale was both action-packed and emotional, and I was certainly not expecting an ending like this. Let's look back and relive the finale!

(all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/ahsoka/108/)

At the beginning of the finale, the three Nightsisters tell Morgan to come forward, giving her full powers and truly making her like one of them. Her eyes turn dark and marks similar to the ones we have seen Nightsisters have on their faces appear on her own. Honestly, I loved her transformation and how she got to connect more with her magick with the support of the Nightsisters, and her new blade was pretty cool. Thrawn observed the entire scene from behind.

Inside Ahsoka's ship, Ezra works on building a new lightsaber with Huyang. As Ezra rambles through the lightsaber parts, Huyang does get a bit annoyed with things becoming unorganized. I bet if he had seen Ezra's blaster-lightsaber combo, he would lose it.

Sabine comes over and observes the situation, mentioning Kanan Jarrus. Huyang begins talking about Kanan (Caleb) and remembering how he had built his lightsaber. Ezra reminisces on Kanan as well, as after all, he was his master. Ezra uses a piece that Kanan also had on his lightsaber, Huyang remembering that Kanan used one and he had another, which Ezra took. Ezra ignites his new lightsaber, revealing a blue hue. I wonder where he got the kyber crystal from.

Sabine eventually leaves the room, and Huyang reveals to Ezra that the Empire had attacked Mandalore and killed many people, including Clan Wren. Ezra did not know about this part yet, as I felt like Sabine had kept it hidden from him, possibly not wanting to talk about it. Huyang adds on that Ahsoka felt Sabine could become dangerous after her family died if she continued her training, hence the conflicts between Ahsoka and Sabine began after Ahsoka left her. In a way, Ahsoka could have been thinking about Anakin, because she knows the importance of the people he loved to him, and if anything happened to them, he would take a dangerous turn.

Outside, Sabine reconnects with Ahsoka, talking to her about what happened. Ahsoka wants to reconcile with Sabine and continue on her training, wanting to always be there for her.

As Ezra stepped out of the ship to show the women his new lightsaber, he hears a sound he has not heard in years. TIE fighters begin attacking the group, trying to prevent them from leaving. After a tough fight with the TIEs and Sabine crashing Ahsoka's ship, the three head towards the Chimaera atop the howlers, ready for a fight.

Thrawn and Morgan get the Night Troopers ready for battle, wanting to get rid of the three and prevent them from coming onboard. Thrawn does not want to negotiate "with the apprentice of Anakin Skywalker," which I find hilarious because he knew Anakin, so he doesn't want to put up with whatever Ahsoka learned from him. Ahsoka, Ezra, and Sabine make their way towards the Imperials while being attacked, managing to get in, which annoyed Thrawn. Though, the packing is nearly done, and the Chimaera is ready to leave with the Eye of Sion.

Ahsoka, Ezra, and Sabine face many Night Troopers, managing to get rid of them before moving forward. As Thrawn is always one step ahead, he gets the Nightsisters to resurrect the troopers, as they act all zombie-like and begin the attack again.

Later on the episode, Sabine and Ezra faced off against two troopers with darker armor, and the one that had fought Sabine had part of his helmet torn off, revealing horrifying flesh under as the trooper growled and tried to strangle Sabine. These troopers reminded me of the Death Troopers book, but instead they've been possessed and potentially resurrected by Nightsister magick.

Ahsoka is face to face with Morgan once again along the path. Letting Ezra and Sabine go, she duels with Morgan. I found this fight to be pretty cool with Morgan's new blade, and Ahsoka ended up losing one of her lightsabers. I knew Morgan was going to die, but I wish we could know more about her. I really wanted to learn more about her backstory as a Nightsister.

Thrawn boards the Eye of Sion, ready to leave with the Chimaera connected to the Eye. Sabine and Ezra watch it slowly leave, needing to get onboard. Sabine manages to use the Force and get Ezra on board. She is ready to launch herself, but sees Ahsoka and decides to help her in the battle instead.

Ezra fights two troopers, managing to get ahold of one's comm. He impersonates the trooper's voice, which is totally an Ezra thing to do right there. He is on the Chimaera without Thrawn's knowledge, which makes it funnier since he can ruin Thrawn's plans again.

Ahsoka and Sabine chase the ships as fast as they can, flying into space and trying to catch up until the Eye could jump into hyperspace. Thrawn contacts Ahsoka through the comm channel, talking to her about Anakin. He says "Long live the Empire" right before jumping into hyperspace. Ezra is on the Chimaera, while Ahsoka, Sabine, and Huyang are left on Peridea.

Left with no choice, Ahsoka and Sabine return to the surface, meeting up with the Noti. They make home with them, and as the night dawns on them, Ahsoka tells Sabine that is it time to move on. I'm not sure what is going on in Ahsoka's head, but she seems very calm about this. She does mention that Ezra is now where he needs to be, which is true, but nothing's very clear to me here. Ahsoka had also seen Morai here, which was so interesting.

Both Baylan and Shin show up towards the end, as I wonder where they were during the entire battle. Thrawn had just left them both behind, making them stranded here as well. Shin ignites her lightsaber, grabbing the attention of many troopers left behind that had initially come with Morgan. She looked saddened, and she is without her master.

Baylan appears on top of a mountain that displays two characters from the Mortis Arc: the Father and the Son. This is such an interesting detail and leaves room for much more to know about Peridea, yet there wasn't any more time. First we had seen Morai, and then these statues. There's so much more we need to know!

Sadly due to Ray Stevenson's passing, we won't be able to see more of him as this character. He did so amazing with his acting, and I wish we could have gotten more. Rest in peace.

Getting back to the right galaxy, Thrawn arrives to Dathomir, the Nightsisters seeing their new home from the surface. People have said that those boxes on the ship hold corpses or dead Nightsisters, so there's definitely something going to happen if we get a second season.

Hera, Chopper, and a few others run to the back of a New Republic ship ready to fight, where an Imperial ship arrives and lands. A trooper steps out of the ship, as Chopper begins to talk to the trooper. He rolls forward to the trooper, getting a head pat. Chopper immediately recognizes Ezra, as Ezra takes his helmet off for the others to see. Hera hears the words "Hi, Hera. I'm home."

(HOW DARE WE DON'T GET TO SEE A HUG-)

At the end, Anakin shows up as a Force ghost, watching Ahsoka and Sabine. Ahsoka knows that her master will always be there for her in any way, and Anakin watches over his padawan. Gosh, I loved Hayden's appearances in this show.

Since there was only 8 episodes, there wasn't enough time to cover a whole lot sadly. I wish they had done more episodes or made episodes longer, especially the finale. There was a lot we wanted to see, like Zeb, Kallus, and a lot more. We all had this theory that Ezra and Thrawn have been in the Unknown Regions and had begun to work together to survive; though that wasn't the case at all. But we were all excited to see characters such as Jacen and Anakin! Kaz's dad, Senator Xiono, and C-3PO was definitely a surprise.

It was fun to do these discussions every episode and celebrating Ezra's return after so many years. This show really had us screaming and crying every week. I loved every actor's portrayal of each character. I hope a season 2 gets confirmed, but that may be a little difficult right now with the actors' strikes. This show was good and a lot of fun!

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[denimbex1986]

'It's been a few good weeks for the movies, and Oppenheimer is still rocking movie theaters everywhere with the tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy), the so-called "father of the atomic bomb." Christopher Nolan's biopic shows how the nuclear physicist saw his creation have its purposes twisted and used to kill thousands of innocent people until he became an advocate against it. But a similar story has already been told in theaters, one set a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. If you're not connecting the dots, we're talking about Rogue One: A Star Wars Story and one of its main characters, Galen Erso (Mads Mikkelsen).

Although the 2016 prequel to A New Hope is mostly focused on the ragtag band of rebels that stole the Death Star plans from the Empire, it also tells a little about how the planet-killing super weapon came to be, along with the companion novel, Catalyst: A Rogue One Story. Like the bombs created by Oppenheimer, the Death Star is also the ultimate destructive power, capable of literally destroying worlds. Its purpose was not only military but also political, as the Empire expected systems to fall in line, as much as the U.S. government expected atomic power to ultimately be exclusive to them.

The Tragedy of Oppenheimer Was the Inspiration for ‘Rogue One’

The original idea for what would eventually become Rogue One came from legendary ILM visual effects supervisor John Knoll, who's been working on Star Wars since the Prequel Trilogy. His first treatment for the story was named "Destroyer of Worlds", inspired by the Hindu verses that Oppenheimer famously used to express his regret at developing the atomic bomb. Although the idea for the movie was to ultimately depict the stealing of the Death Star plans by Jyn Erso (Felicity Jones) and the Rogue One team, the key to the development of the movie was her father, Galen Erso.

The story in itself already sets the highest possible stakes — if Jyn doesn't succeed, entire planets could be destroyed by the Empire using the Death Star — but it also needed to carry emotional weight, and that's where Galen comes in. His role is to serve as a motivation for Jyn to join the mission with the Rebels, but he also has his own story arc as a scientist who has his research twisted and weaponized by the Empire. A kyber crystal researcher, he is responsible for the design and production of the Death Star super laser, powered by the Force-attuned gems.

A few years before Knoll pitched his idea to Lucasfilm, Gareth Edwards was a visual effects artist on a BBC documentary called Hiroshima, which came out in 2005. Edwards would eventually take the job as Rogue One director, but his work on Hiroshima gave him plenty of historical knowledge about this part of World War II, including the development of the atomic bomb by Oppenheimer. In line with the core idea of Knoll's, the production got the codename "Los Alamos," a direct reference to the location where Oppenheimer and his team of physicists worked on Project Manhattan.

With those guidelines, the story of Rogue One was developed with the parallel between the Death Star and the atomic bomb in mind. Both are super weapons of planet-killing capabilities, designed by men who may have joined such projects with the best of intentions, but ended up bitterly regretting their involvement once their true destructive powers were revealed. As Galen says in his holographic message to Jyn, "There's no better name" for the Death Star, and his words are a sort of parallel to Oppenheimer's "destroyer of worlds" quote because that's what he ended up becoming.

‘Star Wars’ Often Draws Inspiration From Archetypes Like Oppenheimer

The parallel between Galen Erso and J. Robert Oppenheimer is certainly an interesting one to draw inspiration from, and it's something that only someone who's been a long-time fan of Star Wars like John Knoll could come up with. We know all the cinematic and artistic influences behind George Lucas' vision for the franchise back in the late 1970s, as well as the political parallels with the war in Vietnam, but World War II has also been a constant source of ideas for the movies, from starship design and general aesthetic to whole action sequences, like the Death Star trench run in A New Hope.

Only what makes J. Robert Oppenheimer a good inspiration isn't necessarily the fact that the better part of his tragedy took place mostly during World War II, but that he ultimately became a sort of mythical archetype himself. As Rian Johnson once wisely put it, "Myths are made to reflect the most difficult transitions we go through," and, in that sense, Oppenheimer is more than a cautionary tale, his tragedy is a modern adaptation of the myth of Prometheus, who stole the fire from the gods and was later forced to spend eternity suffering as a consequence (in fact, Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer script is even based on a biography titled American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer). The mythical qualities of his story are what makes it appealing to Star Wars, it's the kind of framework the franchise has always used to build its narrative and characters.

Galen Erso's story may have a few key differences when compared to Oppenheimer's, of course. For example, he ended up dying before witnessing the destruction his creation could unleash, and he still managed to quietly undermine the Death Star by laying a trap beneath all the destructive power it boasted on the surface. Oppenheimer was indeed deemed a traitor by some due to his "communist connections", as Galen was later discovered by Orson Krennic (Ben Mendelsohn), and he did become an activist against nuclear power, but this is far from causing the same consequences as Galen's trap, unfortunately. But what matters for Star Wars is the similarities between them, as much as the historical and mythical qualities carried by Oppenheimer. It's no surprise that John Knoll would come up with this sort of parallel, it takes a fan to see this kind of thing between the lines of real history and work it creatively into a new story.'

#Galen Erso #Mads Mikkelsen #Oppenheimer #Cillian Murphy #Christopher Nolan #Rogue One: A Star Wars Story #“Destroyer of Worlds” #John Knoll #Jyn Erso #Felicity Jones #“Los Alamos” #Gareth Edwards #Hiroshima

[enkisstories]

Alone in the lab, Ben’s anger slowly abates. This is a somewhat new experience for the one, who is Kylo Ren no longer. Back in his days of courting the Dark Side, he’d demolished the botany lab and with that probably sabotaged the mission for good. But now Ben takes a step back to reflect on what has led to him being angry.

What if the others are right? What if there are still traces of Palpatine's influence in my mind, steering my actions and very thoughts towards things I wouldn’t do or think without those remnants?

Echos of a voice that got stilled. Faint imprints on... what was Hux calling it again? Blotting paper, was it?

The dark side could be more suble than calling Hey, kid, here's power, want some?.

Be still, voices! Make room for better things!

Be gone, dark notions! Let this mind be filled with meaningful ideas!

It is said to be careful what to ask for. Ben's ability to modify the world around him through the force may be diminished, but it hasn't left him. And his new kyber crystal comes from Batuu, from the same batch Koi Squad had gotten theirs. They are linked and through that link now snippets of memories that their owners maybe already have forgotten flood Ben:

The boy? You can’t have him! - No, I meant that he isn’t mine. I’m only his nanny. - Please don’t take him! I’ll get in trouble! I... Please!

Hux? No, I’ve seen those waves before, that’s Mua Pel’am... Must be Finn’s memory, then.

You better be nice to me! My grandfather is an evil, evil man, who will do evil, evil things to you, if you are mean to me!

Rey, no doubt. What a prissy little princess she had been!

Dad! Dad! I painted us going fishing together! Here's you and here's me and here's General Rax, how he's slicing open a real big fish!

You DREW that, not PAINTED. At least keep the terms straight, if you can't do it right!

Uh, no way I will look at a childhood drawing of Hux'. Next, please.

One day a prince will come, I just know it! And he will fall into quicksand and I will rescue him and we will live together happily ever after.

Rey again, this time much sadder. What's wrong with me that I cannot even fall into quicksand at the right time and place?

Woosh! Woosh! I’m Lord Vader and will sweep you rebel scum from the earth!

Haha, rein in your fathiers, Eight-Seven! There is no need to pretend to be someone else. You already are a soldier of the First Order! That is something to be proud of.

Young Finn again. Getting scolded for pretend play, one of the most natural things children do. It’s sickening.

Have you ever played, uh, Blind Sabacc?

Dameron. As a teen. At least I hope he's already a teen, that little pervert.

The little girl steps up to the gallows. Of the people gathered in two rows left and right, some scowl, but many smile.

Little Tico? About to get hanged? But I know she grew up, so she will get pardoned any moment! She will...

The little girl reaches out and confidently pulls a metal ball hanging from the gallow back. Then she releases it - and under the gallow, eight out of nine pins fall.

Phew. It's just an old fashioned game of skill! And I already feared the worst.

Bip-bip bip-bip beep-beep!

You got the rhythm down pat, little buddy, but to really sing, you'll also need to change the pitch. Like this: All my little duck-lings!

Dameron again, but this memory feels different, as if belonging to someone else. And I see him from about seventy centimeters above the ground. Am I watching a memory of BB-8's? Wait, what, does that mean the little scoundrel pocketed a kyber crystal from the cave? I wonder what color it is...

I’m happy to announce that I decided on parents for Finn and that they are not from the Star Wars canon.

#ben solo #kylo ren #armitage hux #rose tico #finn fn 2187 #poe dameron #bb-8 #sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #batuu #simblr #battleforbatuu6 #newstarwarssims

[burnwater13]

Grogu knew that certain things distracted him pretty easily. Food. Toys. Seeing his dad’s face. They were all great distractions. But one of the other things that distracted him was catching a glimpse of light that reminded him of Ahsoka Tano’s lightsabers. 

They were pretty in a way that many weapons couldn’t be and Grogu knew from personal experience that lightsabers were just weapons. In a pinch you could use them like a flash light, and if you were supper careful you could sear meat with them. But, they weren’t meant for that. Not at all. What they were meant for wasn’t pretty.

He supposed he got distracted by them because he’d been taught for so much of his life that when he moved from being a youngling to a padawan he would be able to build his own lightsaber. Luke had even offered him Master Yoda’s lightsaber, if he stayed at the Jedi Sleep Away Camp and never went home to his dad, the Mandalorian. It had been an easy decision to go home.

Yet… Grogu was still fascinated by the Jedi weapon. Each Jedi built their own, or in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s case, more than one. He’d had three lightsabers. Three! Oh, he didn’t use them all at the same time. He built replacements when necessary. When someone he fought or got captured by destroyed or took one, when Master Kenobi broke free (because he did that sort of thing regularly), he just built a new one. 

Mandalorians, as a rule, didn’t use Lightsabers. Even the Darksaber, that the Mandalorian Jedi Tarre Vizsla made, had been very hard for Din Djarin to use. Of course that one was long gone, but the rule held. No one expected the Mand’alor to make one to retain the right to rule other Mandalorians. They had only done that for a short period of time and it certainly hadn’t served them well.

All that put Grogu in a very awkward place. He’d been trained by the Jedi and now he was an apprentice to a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. He thought it would be good to make his own lightsaber, but given that his dad had a pretty iffy relationship with the Darksaber, Grogu doubted that the Mandalorian would want to help him with that.  

But if his dad didn’t help him build a lightsaber, then he’d have to learn about other weapons and frankly, he didn’t really want that. He hated hitting Ragnor with the paint pellets. And despite the fact that it had made his dad very proud, it had made Grogu feel sick to his stomach.

He didn’t really like fighting. People got hurt, almost by definition, and most of the time, in his experience, the people who were hurt the most had nothing to do with why the fight was taking place. He thought about the people on Corvus. They hadn’t asked for Morgan Elsbeth to go there and start stealing the resources of the planet. They also hadn’t asked Ahsoka Tano to show up and go after the former Imperial Magistrate.

Nope. All those people were just caught in the middle. No matter what started it all, it was bad for everyone. It was easy for Grogu to see that. Lang had died. Their other troops had died. Who knows how many citizens of Corvus had been killed by the Imps. The droids were cut into component parts by Ahsoka Tano’s lightsabers, and Morgan Elsbeth had to give up a spear made of pure beskar. And even that was a problem according to the Armorer, because you weren’t supposed to make weapons from beskar. Except that every Mandalorian was a weapon and they were all made more lethal because they wore beskar. 

This was exactly why Grogu found lightsabers so distracting. He understood their technology. He knew what parts he needed; he knew how they were supposed to go together. He knew where they could go to get kyber crystals. What Grogu didn’t know is if that was really his path. 

Yes, he would protect his dad and their friends and stop people like Moff Gideon or Morgan Elsbeth from harming them if he could. He was able to use the Force to do more than heal a wound. He’d been able to create a shield to protect his dad and Bo-Katan from the inferno when the Imp base on Mandalore exploded. He’d actually done that twice. Once on Mandalore and once on Nevarro with that ill-advised Flametrooper. Grogu was not helpless and he never had been. 

But he had to admit he was distracted and didn’t really know who to ask for help in resolving the problem. He was kind of hoping that a frog would hop by and he would be distracted by that instead and could just focus on the basic necessities of life. Then he heard Fennec’s voice saying, “He could have just left me there, in the desert to die. But he didn’t. So here I am today because someone cared just that much. Never be the person who walks away. I used to be that person, but I’ve changed.”

Grogu didn’t want to be the person who just walked away either. And that was a lot of responsibility, but he hadn’t been raised by the Jedi and now the Mandalorians to sit at home on his porch and knit. Nope. He still had a lot to learn and he was pretty sure that lightsabers were part of that future. Now he just had to explain them to his dad so they wouldn’t have that red wire / blue wire problem crop up again. Doing that with a lightsaber would create a major distraction for everyone in at least a ten klick radius.  No one wanted that, especially Grogu.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

[enypneon]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 & 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (click on the pictures, then open them in a new tab for better quality)

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 • ─ the uniform's flexible and not your traditional jedi gown, though it might take inspiration from it. despite looking inpractical, cal chooses not to show much skin on purpose and mainly for protection reasons. however, the layers are thin and covered with loose fabrics around his joints to work AGAINST contrainments in his movements. when it comes to the colours of his wardrobe, they are simple and somewhat earthy, attracting attention through his clothes is not part of his agenda.

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 • ─ cal's lightsaber's primary material is 'silver alloy', secondary is 'ancient alloy', it's darker and more dull in shade and has a few natural waves winding through it. accents are worked in with the metal 'two-tone dark' and the grip's material is 'gorraslug leather'. he wields it double-bladed and with a blue kyber crystal. cal has built his own lightsaber from parts of his old masters' lightsabers, aside from the grip, which is the model 'serenity'. ermitters are jaro tapal's, the switches used to belong to cere junda and the pommel, which connects the blades is from eno cordova. due to the 'serenity' grip, the crystal's light comes through the sword EVEN when it's not activated.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 • ─ at the age of thirteen, cal and his master were attacked by the grand army of the republic under the command of order 66, while attempting to escape ─ one of the clone troopers aims at cal with their blaster. the bolt grazes his neck, with the adrenaline pumping through him though, he barely notices it. there are OTHER SCARS on his nose, lower lip and right eyebrow but those are simply the results of fights and his work on bracca.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 • ─ the blaster is made of the same materials as the lightsaber and in the same order, except for the grip which is made out of silver alloy, again. in the later events of 'survivor', merrin gifts cal a charm, a magical item which allows him to teleport through and use her portals (could possibly be sensed by other strong magic users) it's also a neat trinket.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 • ─ cal is covered in freckles (more on the upper body and less on the lower parts). his skin is sensitive to the sun, so before you let him go out in this shirt, remind him to put on sunscreen. a tattoo can be found on his lower right arm, which is more of a branding THAN ink he got voluntarily. he received it while working on bracca (a junkyard planet) and it's made for identifying him in case ─ a tragic accident happens. to provide information on his assigned place, deductions, general profile, etc. he's not working there anymore but doesn't really care about removing it.

#idk if i'm going to add to this over time but YEAH #smashes this on the table EAT THIS #but carefully and don't forget to take a few sips in between :) #i know the charm is also for teleporting through green laser gates but this #to me #seems to be more of a gameplay mechanic #rather than something that is a “real ability” #visuals:cal. #stories:cal. #[ MIRROR ] ── * 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 { 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰 : } 𝐂𝐀𝐋 . #[ LORE ] ── * 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 { 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 : } 𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

[lonewolfel]

Fictober 2022 Day 9

Prompt: 8 - "Do you remember?"

Fandom: SWTOR

Rating: Gen (Mentions of imprisonment)

Relationships: N/A

Characters: Thexan, Vaylin, SCORPIO

Note: This is way shorter than I wanted but oh well.

"You have a holo call," SCORPIO told the Empress. Vaylin looked up at the droid. 

"Oh, is that so," Vaylin responded trying to sound just like how Arcann did as Emperor. She had a feeling that she fell flat. "Connect the call." SCORPIO does as the Empress orders. 

The holo connects and shows one of the last person she expected to see. Before her in the glowing blue of the holo was Thexan. Once her older twin brothers were difficult to tell apart with the only difference being the color of their clothes. Now Thexan had slightly longer hair than Arcann not to mention Arcann's scars and they no longer wore matching clothes. 

Vaylin frowned. She didn't understand why the traitor was contacting her. 

"What do you want?" Vaylin demanded.

"Just to talk," Thexan said. 

"I don't want to hear it. You abandoned us and you abandoned me." Vaylin said with a huff.

"I didn't want to," Thexan said. Vaylin huffed and looked away. Thexan knew he was losing her. "Do you remember when you were locked up? How I would visit you? I would bring you gifts of the worlds we visited." 

Vaylin did. The various kyber crystals or artifacts that he would bring. She never got to keep them much as her jailers made sure to get rid of the items. If he could he would also grab some new cuisine that she couldn't have even imagined in her prison. Those were always her favorite. 

"I care about you, Vaylin, but I can't let you do this." Thexan continued. Vaylin hardened. He just wants to control her just like everyone else.

"Watch me," Vaylin growled. She ended the holo call. 

#fictober22 #swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #thexan #Vaylin #scorpio #fan fiction #fanfic

[moinsbienquekaworu]

the yellow saber rey pulls at the end... it's not just some ha! new color! saber right? it's a lightsaber??? or something??? (i read a fanfic where there were a darksaber and a lightsaber and thennn i just watched rogue one and they mention documents about a darksaber briefly so that's a real shit?)

Oh yeah no Rey gets a cool lightsaber that is yellow, but it's just a normal lightsaber. The darksaber is uuuh something else you'll see in TCW, Rebels or The Mandalorian, but it's not in the movies. As its name indicates, it's black, and it looks extremely cool on screen. It's a lightsaber but also not really? You'll know when you see it, it has its own lore (you can go look at the Wookieepedia page for it if you want but it can be a little dry). But yeah it is really just "hey look we made it canon sabers can be yellow too!", on top of "look she gets Her Own! she's a Real Jedi now!"

Lightsaber lore for you: the kyber crystal inside a lightsaber is what gives a lightsaber its colour, during the prequels era the younglings would go to Illum as was tradition and walk around in the cave until the one kiinnda sentient, Force-sensitive crystal that would be the best fit for them caught their eye and they'd leave with it (like the wand that chooses its wizard, yes). This process is shown in one of the TCW arcs I recommended you actually! The kids are really cute in it <3 Incidentally, kyber is really powerful, which is why you might have seen the name Illum somewhere else: it's the planet that Hux chose to become Starkiller, the kyber core (that had been used by the Jedi as a source for their sabers for it is implied to be centuries) was used to power up the thing.

Kyber crystals usually are blue/green for the good guys (there's lore related to that but it's pretty niche), then Ahsoka had a greenish-yellow saber for a while, for some people (Samuel L Jackson) it can be purple, and with Rey we have canon confirmation (canon, canon, vite dit given how little people liked the sequels) that they can also be yellow, which we'd only seen in legends stuffe before.

They can also be red if a person falls to the dark side, because kyber crystals are attuned to the Force and so they do not vibe with people who use the dark side. When a Force user falls, their crystal eventually stops working for them, at which point they usually force the crystal to submit to their will and kind of mentally break their spirit? which is a processus called bleeding, and it's evil and bad because the crystals are implied to be at least kind of aware of some stuff, which means they are kind o torturing them, but they're darksiders so it's appropriate.

And Filoni made it (maybe not him but it's Ahsoka related so I'm pinning it on him) he made it so you can heal a red crystal, which Ahsoka does later on and which results in a white crystal. In the Fallen Order games you can customise your blade and they can also be orange, indigo, cyan and magenta, plus some other material has used orange as the colour of training, low power lightsabers. That's less important though.

The out of universe reasons they're those colours are they were just supposed to be blue and red to show good guys/bad guys, but then Luke got a green one so it would be obvious he had a new saber and the colour wouldn't clash with the sky of Tatooine, then Samuel L Jackson wanted a purple one because it's his fave colour (me too bestie), and the rest was probably because people thought it would be neat if there were other colours.

This is a piece of concept art (??) for the High Republic project, which basically is a multimedia project that showcases the Republic in its golden age, before the prequels era, and I love this art specifically because it shows a pretty good diversity in saber & character design while still keeping it clear they're all force-sensitives (/Jedi?). There's also a neat few pages in a comics on why they use lightsabers and not anything else, though they also have variations on the traditional lightsaber that you can see on the Wookieepedia page for lightsabers.

(the darksaber looks like the black saber to the right, with a white halo and a black inside instead of a while inside and a coloured halo, which is super cool visually. This isn't the darksaber though I don't think, the handle isn't right. And maybe the person wielding it is a darksider given the golden eyes?? Whatever. Cool art)

#you did Not ask for this but i have many lightsaber opinions. i love those things soooo much #and i tried to be really really light in terms of my personal hcs #if you want jedi stuff hcs i have. Many More. #i love sw so much actually............. oh my god #star wars #wow i have a ramble tag now #wow i have an ocs tag now

[blueburds]

some more Alt screenshots. this was a fun chapter to replay through for screenshots c:

#swtor #star wars: the old republic #knights of the fallen empire #sith inquisitor #he told valkorion to fuck off in my initial playthrough #but -this- time... :eyes: #also he got a new kyber crystal #Altrethir Valran #my screenshots

[gffa]

Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k    Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k    When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k    Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k    Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k    Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip    When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k    Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k    Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k    An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k    a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k    Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k    Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k    Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k    In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k    Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k    When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k    “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k    Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k    “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k    Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k    Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k    Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k    The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k    Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip    Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k    Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k    Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k    So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k    Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k    Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k    Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k    “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k    Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k    Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k    After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #mace windu #obikin #fic recs #star wars fic recs #long post

[nevertheless-moving]

Continued from here. You can read the origin of this branch of the au and a continued smattering of @dykerory‘s and @willowcrowned’s original ones under the corn boy anakin au 

The conversation between Batman and Anakin skywalker goes as well as can be expected. 

(l love that i just wrote that sentence wow crossovers are fun)

They’re very frank and depart on cordial terms

Anakin doesn’t try very hard to convince Batman, “yeah it is a crazy story, I don’t really have any proof that couldn’t have been fabricated at this point, I’m flattered that you think so highly of my intellect, sorry Clark roped you into this.”

and Batman doesn’t try very hard to convince Anakin “No you’re quite stable and I don’t want to mess with what you’ve got going on, I don’t have to show you the profiles I put together if you don’t want, sorry Clark keeps bringing this up.”

And Wayne Co. supports another one of the Shmi Foundation’s civil rights projects. They tell Clark that Batman put his best resources behind it but another universe is another universe, you know?

Clark doesn’t stop trying on their intersteller missions. Batman just sort of resigns himself to cringing internally whenever it’s brought up- he supposes legends have to come from somewhere.

A year later, 31 years after Anakin crashed in the Kent’s corn field, another spaceship crashes to Earth, appearing out of nowhere on Earth’s fledgling intersteller sensors. 

Due to high prevailing winds that day, it unfortunately does not land on the Kent Farm, but rather across the road. The property owners do the responsible thing and call the police about the UFO, who call the military about the spaceship with a little green man inside, who call the CIA, who are strong armed by the Department of Extranormal Operations, and manage to claim custody over the spaceship over Checkmate. 

Yoda is brought to DC Area 51, where scientists quickly realize he’s dying, well before they even get to start any experiments

Lot of frantic running around and yelling- they even try to ask the thing what he needs from them but he just says “The Force. Without the force, dying, I am” and no one has any idea what that means.

Batman get’s word of this like...oh fuuuuu and reluctantly sticks the Justice League’s hand in for custody of the extraterrestrial 

because if he doesn’t Superman’s going to tear down area 51 and he does not need that. 

There’s some precedent for this, but it’s not exactly a threat per se, so this is really overstepping some of the agreements they’ve made

J’onn and Kal-El have to make a bunch of rapid promises to sit down for interviews that they’ve been dodging with some important figures

Superman whooshes Yoda away to the new Justice League Facility in Upstate [Redacted]

Everyone with alien or magic expertise is called in to try and keep Anakin’s um...great-great-grandfather? did he say grandfather? alive 

Wait Anakin is Superman’s brother? I...what?

Anakin is deeply emotional at seeing the old troll again, and Yoda is just as thrilled to see the lost padawan alive and well. Even without the force, Anakin has the bearing of a Jedi Knight.

“He’s dying,” Anakin explains to the assembled magicians and scientists. “He’s 900 years old, the only reason he’s lived this long is because of his connection to the Force. Without it...”

Constantine: “You’re both talking this awfully calmly.”

(sidenote: by the time Anakin stumbled upon actual magic users who could actually teach him magic, he was settled enough in himself that it was the connection he missed, not the power. He tries a few spells, shows some basic aptitude but hates the feeling and doesn’t try again) 

Anakin, sadly: “Emotion, yet peace.”

Yoda, coughing: “Ignorance yet knowledge.” 

Together: “Passion yet Serenity; Chaos yet Harmony; Death yet...”

They trail off- Anakin looks devastated and Yoda’s ears droop

Anakin: “Grandmaster, I don’t know what happens to people in this universe when they die- every religion says something different!”

Superman (Christian): “Um.”

Batman (Atheist): ...

Zantana: “I’ve been to the underworld! It’s...not for everyone.”

Constantine: “Literally fucked Satan and I’m also unclear. Wait, does your universe have one set afterlife, like for certain? Nevermind, I’ll ask later, sorry.”

Yoda: “...That I will find my way to the force, hope i must have.”

Anakin: “Kal, I need you to get my lightsaber.”

Throwback to the Checkov’s Kyber earlier. Zantana overloads the crystal, it explodes and releases the remnants of force trapped inside. 

Clark and some of the League get to experience the Force for a minute

It’s very beautiful, ok? 

Anakin gathers and directs the explosion of force towards Yoda

And a tiny window opens up to what looks like the Council Room. 

Yoda thanks Anakin and then fades into thin air ok that’s a bit weird for everyone except Anakin who just pretends that he already knew that was going to happen because ‘joining the force’ was a thing that he did believe in he just had never seen it happen so literally

and obi-wan runs at the window desperately and it's too small for anyone to fit through anyway but mace and kit are holding obi-wan back because they just saw Yoda fade into oblivion while in the arms of a strange man but obi-wan's like ANAKIN ANAKIN THAT'S MY PADAWAN ANAKIN WHERE ARE YOU

Anakin jolts up desperately IT’S ALRIGHT OBI-WAN I’M-

and the window closes and the force fades and Anakin sort of sags in on himself

“I’m glad I got to show you what the force was like, Clark, even just for a moment”

“Me to Ani...I’m sorry...”

“It’s alright, I just...it’s fine.”

#star wars #star wars au #dc #superman #crossover #corn boy anakin au