#and then obi-wan's like back to the BEGINNING when did she DIE

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Ranking incidents of alleged child thievery cause I'm bored

Qui Gon & Anakin: If we were not witnesses it could sound bad. However we do know that Qui Gon did what was within his power to get Shmi out too, and this was truly discussed between them and the active choice of both Shmi and Anakin. Best of a bad situation. One thing that wigs me out a bit is Qui Gon testing Anakin's blood without asking, and the prophecy motive doesn't sit well.

Obi Wan, Yoda, and Bail deciding the placement of the twins: they believed the twins were orphans (though strangling their pregnant mother and killing all the children in your home and sentencing your little sister to death are reasonable grounds to challenge custody of two infants on imo), and Obi Wan (and Yoda, even) can reasonably be considered next of kin to Anakin, maybe even more so than Owen. Ideally Padme's family should have been involved, but the danger of Sidious knowing of them is a mitigating factor.

Maarva & Cassian: There was definitely no informed consent involved, lol. She kinda did just kidnap that kid. However as long as she is a reliable narrator then it's an understandable kidnapping. They were going to die, so….

That business with Cad Bane: straightforward kidnapping & trafficking. He lied about his identity and used hypnosis and coercion and everything.

Din & Grogu: where do I start. Well, taking Grogu back from the imperials was a rescue not a kidnapping. Also he took on the job of foster parent and spent two seasons trying to find Grogu's people. When he did adopt Grogu, it was after Grogu chose him. This is all above board and not baby theft. However, I do have to factor in him taking on the job for the imperials to begin with. Even if his conscience kicked in when he realized what he was selling Grogu into, that was a pretty extreme case. So while Din is not in the business of stealing kids for himself or his tribe, he MIGHT be in the business of stealing your kid if it's a job and he doesn't think too hard about it.

Luke & Grogu: While there was less dialogue than there was with Qui Gon and the Skywalkers, the gist is much the same. Grogu did make the call, and Luke did establish that this was everyone's choice. (and Din was a foster parent, not the parent) And he revisited it again later, too. With Grogu, anyway.

Palpatine & Maul: I just realized i barely remember. Mother Talzin gave him away, right? Did she get something in return? Hang on, didn't something similar happen with Ventress?

GOING OFF OSMOSIS ALONE: Jaster & Jango: the way I heard it: Jango was orphaned. (idk if he had anyone else). Jaster maybe made him pass some kind of test involving planting a bomb before adopting? if so that's an unusual thing to do

Baby Ludi: the way I heard it: jedi find a kid who seems like an orphan. The mother turns out not to be dead and there is a media storm about it. There is a custody dispute? Idk enough details tbh.

#i don't even know why i'm doing this

[isagrimorie]

You know what I've wanted but I never thought they'd address in Star Wars Ahsoka?

Ahsoka's tendency to be just as lethal as Anakin. Obi-Wan could never kill Anakin but I believe with all my heart despite loving Anakin and maybe even because she loves Anakin, Ahsoka would have killed Anakin if she were in Mustafar too.

It would have broken Ahsoka but she would have gone through with it -- I believe she'd have done it too in Malachor, she'd die trying at least.

(source: @padawan-tano from this gifset)

But also at 16 years old, she beheaded 4 Death Watch members SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Even if Obi-Wan can do this move, he wouldn't choose to do this move because he wasn't a Wartime Jedi. I don't remember if this is before or after the Citadel arc. Looking it up, yeah, the Citadel arc happened in season 3, the Citadel mission was one of the hardest missions she's been on in her young life.

There was a reason neither Obi-Wan and Anakin wanted her there, so Plo-Koon, what the hell!? (I love you Plo-Koon but you spoil Ahsoka).

As this meta points out the Citadel arc is when the war gets real for Ahsoka in a way she can't just push away.

It's subtle and it's not called out but Ahsoka basically does something that Anakin did where Anakin stabs a bad guy in the back and the first notes of the imperial march begin to sound.

And ironically it's to save Tarkin.

Ahsoka had to stab an enemy in the back to save Tarkin (of all people, I bet Ahsoka regrets saving Tarkin years later).

The way Ahsoka stares dazedly at the man she killed by stabbing him in the back... The Citadel arc was rough on Ahsoka.

And then Tarkin tells Anakin: "You've trained her well."

No wonder Ahsoka's afraid she was a little too much like Anakin.

It doesn't help that a ghost of a potential future tells her:

(source by @mlmanakin)

“There is a wildness to you, young one. Seeds of the dark side planted by your master. Do you feel it?”

and then later: "There are many contradictions in you... and in him."

And I am so, so excited that we might be delving into Ahsoka's contradictions. She can be the warmest person in the room but god, can she also make the coldest, most pragmatic decisions for war.

Easily one of the coldest was her decision to set Maul free and use him as a distraction during the Siege of Mandalore - Shattered.

(source by @manny-jacinto)

Ahsoka doesn't want to directly kill or maim the Clone Troopers herself, but it doesn't mean she won't use someone else to do it.

If Maul dies in this, it would be one more thing off her hands.

And I don't think people really get what function Ahsoka served in the fledgling rebellion-- she was basically in Luthen's role in Andor. She's not as quick to go to the most expedient solution, but it doesn't mean she won't.

In season 1 of Star Wars Rebels Ahsoka, as Fulcrum, told Hera to leave Kanaan in the hands of the inquisitor, knowing full well what would be done to Kanaan. She was in the Citadel arc where Jedi were imprisoned, tortured, and killed. Ahsoka knew. But she did the cold math in her head -- but if it weren't for Ezra's message that reminded Ahsoka who she was fighting for and why....)

Ahsoka basically did the cold math in her head at the start of 1x04, Fallen Jedi, when she told Sabine they might have to destroy the map and strand Ezra in another universe in order to keep Thrawn from entering their galaxy and restarting another war.

This is why Baylan's condemnations:

Really, really got to Ahsoka.

When Ahsoka told Sabine in 1x03, that anger unbalances her -- it's extra true of Ahsoka.

But I also don't want to discount what Ahsoka's mother taught her about death, how one must respect death but not fear it, and how that might have influenced Ahsoka's understanding of death as a warrior.

Still, I feel Ahsoka has the same fear as Buffy did -- that all this killing has made her cold with a bonus fear that she might be too like her old Master and fall into the dark side.

I'm so excited for 1x05 and see how this will all tie together now that she's seeing Anakin again. Snips and Skyguy have a lot to talk about and resolve.

#ahsoka tano #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #flashing gif #flashing images #ahsoka spoilers #star wars rebels #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka 1x04

[giggles-and-freckles]

Hi! Can i please request a Satine and Obiwan, for number 30: tourist/knowledgeable local au where either one knows too much about something and they word vomit at the other?

from this prompt list

It’s somehow exactly as he imagined it, yet absolutely different.

Everything seems to be made of metal, but it’s much more beautiful than Obi-Wan imagined. The metal shines and gleams as if it’s fluid glass, not quite reflective, but not visually penetrative, either. He can’t understand it, and for that reason, he’s intrigued even more.

He fishes for the notebook shoved into his pocket and tries to sketch out the building that looms above him as best as he can. It’s a palace, in name and structure. Completely unlike anything he’s seen on Coruscant. He flips back a few pages to glance over the key phrases he had jotted down, trying to find something that will gain him favour with a local.

There’s only so much information one can garner from architecture, after all.

He mouths, ret'urcye mhi, ret'urcye mhi, ret'urcye mhi, his fingers tracing the letters, when a flash catches his peripheral.

It’s the movement of the glass-like metal. A door opening on the side of the palace building. He squints to get a better view of who emerges.

“Ret'urcye mhi!” he calls, afraid he’s already missed his moment as they turn away from the palace and begin to hurry away from him. “Ret'urcye mhi!”

There is a short pause to the person’s movement as they look over their shoulder toward him. He can’t distinguish anything about the individual, draped in a long cloak and face-shielding veil.

Obi-Wan flips back through his notes, his finger searching for something useful.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he calls out.

He must say it correctly, because they begin to turn and hurry back toward him. It’s only then that he remembers precisely where he is and how unwise it may be to call attention to himself.

“Vor entye?” they say, once Obi-Wan is only a breath away. It’s a woman, he believes, judging by the voice, though he still cannot make out any features.

“Vor…” Obi-Wan fumbles through his book looking for this phrase. “Vor antay…”

“Entye,” she corrects, then makes a sound of exasperation. “What is wrong?”

“Wrong?” he repeats. “I…”

“You asked for help. You implied you were in severe trouble.”

“Trouble?” His eyes widen. “No, I’m—” He looks back down at his notebook.

She scoffs. “Put that away, naive fool. Do not attempt to speak a language if you lack the intelligence to do it correctly.”

Now, it’s his turn to scoff. “Excuse me. I —”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” she says. “That is what you cried. I need your help because without it, I shall die.”

Oh. “That was…a mistake. I did not mean to…”

She makes a sound of annoyance. “You are not dying. Good day.”

“Wait, please!” he says, moving to rest a light hand on her shoulder. She jumps away at his touch, but his fingers catch on the fabric of her veil, pulling it down on one side.

She shouts something unrecognisable, but distinctly explicit, and tries to refasten the fabric across her face.

“I’m so sorry,” Obi-Wan stammers. “I didn’t mean to…here, let me help. I —”

“Don’t touch me,” she hisses. The veil is stubborn, but Obi-Wan finds himself less remorseful as he catches a glimpse of the face that was concealed before.

It would be a dramatic — but true — assertion to say she is the most beautiful woman Obi-Wan Kenobi has ever seen.

She groans in frustration and unpins the other side of the veil, freeing herself of the head-covering altogether. Obi-Wan prepares to be shouted at, but it seems she is more concerned with the building behind her, throwing guarded glances over both shoulders.

He tries to help. “There’s no one —”

She whips back around toward him. “You.”

“As I said, it was an accident. I only wanted to ask if you could answer some questions about the government. I…you see, I’m only visiting for a couple rotations and I —”

“Why are you still talking?”

He feels his cheeks heat in a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I have done nothing to intentionally insult you. I am sorry to have messed up your…” He gestures toward her face, unsure of the correct term and not wanting to deepen the hole has somehow dug for himself. “But you have been hostile and combative since we began speaking.”

“Hostile and combative,” she bites back, her eyes piercing. Obi-Wan thinks of the centre of a fire and how Qui-Gon always warned him to keep his marshmallows clear from there unless he wanted them burnt. Even so, Obi-Wan never managed to heed his master’s warning, over-roasting marshmallow after marshmallow in the centre flames. That part of the fire was never golden and blinding. It was blue.

“Yes. That’s what I said, and it’s certainly what I meant. I was warned of the hospitality of Mandalore, but I underestimated just how charming its people would be!”

“You have underestimated much, stranger.”

“I should think I’d like to stay a stranger if this is the sort of world I am being hosted by.”

She steps toward him and Obi-Wan finds himself unable to focus on anything other than her perfume. It smells of lilies. “Hosted implies an invitation, which I am certain you did not receive. You are a tourist, here to observe and watch the lives of my people as if they were fish in a bowl.”

“How would you know anything of my motivations or means for being here? Perhaps I was invited by your king.”

“King?”

“Or Queen,” he quickly amends, wishing he could flip through his notes without being ridiculed.

“We are not a monarchy,” she says in disgust.

He swings an arm toward the towering palace and lifts his eyebrows.

She falls back on the heels of her feet and it’s only then that he realises she’s been standing on her toes for the duration of this exchange.

Something like defeat falls across her face, which is confusing.

“Oh,” she says quietly.

“What?” he demands.

“I get it now.”

“What do you get?” 

The sudden shift in her demeanour is unnerving, and he finds that he wants her to continue yelling at him instead of…whatever this is.

“You’re a student,” she says, as if she’s just pronounced him to have a debilitating illness.

He reels back. “How did you —”

“Or a politician, but your eyes are too kind for that and your mind is too stupid.”

“I beg your —”

“So it must be a field trip. Or worse, some sort of self-enlightenment. You’re from, what, Coruscant? Gallivanting about the galaxy, comparing and contrasting the various failures of government you stumble upon. Am I right?” She gestures toward his notebook. “And that there. I hazard a guess that if it were to fall from your cautious grasp and fall open on the ground just so, I’d find tedious notes in what I suspect would be near-perfect handwriting, detailing the intricacies of what you perceive as my monarchy.”

He definitely prefers her yelling at him.

“And,” she continues, stepping impossibly closer toward him, “you hoped to speak to a local, like myself, in order to record the moanings and groanings we have against our monarch, who, I’m sure you assume, is in the tallest spire of that palace even now, watching us with a devilish grin in their layers of lavish gowns. It would be too much for them to descend among us commoners, so here we stay, in misery. Mere servants of their royal highness.” She tilts her head. “Do you have a pen?”

“I…what?”

“Write this down. It’s a definition you can add to your notes.” The last word practically drips with contempt. “Monarchy. That’s m-o-n-a-r-c-h-y. A form of government where a single person, usually a king or queen, holds supreme authority and serves as the head of state for life. The position is inherited, passing through a hereditary line, and established rules of succession.”

Obi-Wan hasn’t withdrawn his pen, but he doesn’t think she actually intended for him to.

“And here’s another one. Mand’alor. M–a-n-d-apostrophe-a–l-o-r. A title bestowed upon the leader of Mandalore. The title is associated with great honour and responsibility. It is earned through various means, including but not limited to, combat prowess, intellect, and leadership skills. While it is possible for the role to be passed through a hereditary line, the title may be challenged at any point by any Mandalorian who deems the Mand’alor unfit to lead. There is no rule of succession. There is only the qualification that whoever occupies the title must devote every ounce of their life to their people. If they become selfish for even a moment, they deserve to die.”

She steps back and folds her hands primly in front of her. “I do not know what they are teaching you in your classes on Coruscant, but Mandalore cannot be minimised to a few scribbles in a notebook. We are a proud people, but we are also righteous.”

Obi-Wan nods slowly. “I…” He clears his throat. “Thank you.”

This response seems to surprise her.

“You’re right. I was minimising your people. That wasn’t fair of me and I apologise.”

She stares at him for a moment, then dips her head. “Apology accepted.”

“May I ask a follow-up question?”

She waits.

“Who is the current Mand’alor?”

“The Duchess of the House Kryze.”

He writes that down in his notebook, as quickly as he can. “And…she challenged the previous Mand’alor for the title? Or was it passed down?”

“It was inherited from her father, but it’s more complicated than that. The Duke was killed, forcing Duchess Kryze into hiding. When she returned, the court had been dismissed and the title of Mand’alor had been stripped of all honour.”

He writes as fast as she speaks, trying not to miss a word. “What did she do?”

“She won it back.”

He pauses. “She…”  A questioning frown. “Did she kill him?”

She rolls her eyes. “You Coruscantis are all the same. Straight to violence. Are we truly so single-faceted to you?”

“No,” he hurries to say. “I only meant —”

She holds up a hand and smiles graciously. “What is your name, curious traveller?”

“Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“I will answer all of your questions, Obi-Wan Kenobi. But you must promise to offer me open-mindedness and empathy in exchange for my honesty.” Even though he is taller than her by some inches, she seems to look down her nose at him. “Deal?”

“Deal,” he says, offering a hand. “And what’s your name?”

She glances back over her shoulder toward the palace then looks at him and takes a breath. “Satine.”

“Satine?”

Another quick glance. “Satine Kryze.”

Obi-Wan’s pen falls from his hand and clatters to the ground. “Kryze? As in —”

She grins proudly. “Duchess of Mandalore.”

#writing prompts #obitine if you squint #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #i like to imagine satine was in the process of sneaking out of the palace a la princess jasmine from aladdin

[sinisterexaggerator]

I need ya'll to see this. I plan to buy this figure one day, too. But every fucking toy / figure blurb seems to reinforce MY IDEA THAT BANE WORKED FOR THE EMPIRE at some point and I will die on this fucking hill, so.

Star Wars Gentle Giant Cad Bane Maquette

"Cad Bane could easily be called a veteran of his craft. He was a menacing mercenary and a ruthless Bounty Hunter. His notoriety placed him amongst the most vile of villains in the Galaxy, and thus a favorite freelancer of the Empire for many of their dirty dealings. "

*Freelancer*

Just like I said all along. Let me refer to an older post where I wrote about a headcanon I had:

Bane was always a Jedi hunter. The Empire eliminated a huge problem for him, technically. They were always getting in his way. It also created a surge of business. I know Bane is not a guild hunter, and that the Empire hired bounty hunter’s who worked primarily for the guild, but I always thought maybe in the beginning, before things got really, really bad … before people realized just how terrible the Empire was (including Bane as he was just after the money), despite being arrested by them for war crimes when they were called "The Republic", could have taken the really shady shit, the down and dirty jobs, the ones nobody wanted, and maybe one of those was going after the bounty on Obi-Wan Kenobi’s head ( possible fic idea?? of course he’s never successful as far as canon >D). This ties into him being unscrupulous. But maybe, just maybe, he encounters a job that’s too disgusting even for his palate. There was a moment where people thought hey, maybe this Empire isn’t so bad. It took the efforts of people like the characters in Andor to really start breaking through to others and exposing them for what they were. Just a thought. The general populace was still kind of oblivious, yeah? Of course, he sees the Empire does nothing to help Duro. Things get worse, more people suffer. Maybe he has personal experiences along the way that help shape his outlook. I love the idea of the pain and angst involved of realizing the choice you made was wrong, but that you can still make it right. Maybe he quits working for those types, and (imho) returns to work for Maul and the criminal syndicates. Maybe he works for Q'ira some after Maul dies, and she is 100% against the Empire. I can see it. Maybe that’s why he comments “Boba is a coldblooded killer who works for the Empire,” because he kept doing it even after they (the empire) were already established as actually evil. That, or he's mocking him straight up because he knows he's just as shitty a person (in the past, anyway ) as he is/was. But JUST LIKE ADMIRAL RAMPART hired a bounty hunter in the Bad Batch to take out Riyo Chuchi under the table against ANYONE’S wishes as he wanted to avoid a scandal, who says people weren’t going to Bane to “do something very discreet and under the table.” Doesn’t have to be Vader or Palps. People did stuff behind their backs all the time - Palps used Rampart as a scapegoat to pass the bill where the Empire created their own military versus keeping the clones. But, before that, who is to say he did or did not know Rampart’s secrets before they were blasted all over the viewscreens and Palps, being the smart ass he is decided, hey, this is a PERFECT opportunity, thus he appeared out of the floor and had him taken away!

In addition, it also mentions this on the Black Series Bad Batch figure, and I don't think it's a stretch at all that Bane would take jobs ( for the right price. ) from Imps, and he doesn't have to be a guild hunter to do so.

*He's a freelancer.*

“The rise of the Empire and the elimination of the Jedi creates a surge of business for the unscrupulous hunter.”

#Cad Bane #Headcanon #Duros #Star Wars #The Clone Wars #TCW #Bad Batch #Book of Boba Fett #Empire #Bounty Hunters #crimson dawn #pyke syndicate #darth maul

[buggstuff]

CodyWan Week Day 4!

Honestly, I keep questioning what day I'm supposed to be posting because I'm putting it up on my ao3 at like midnight and either waiting til morning to post it here or I'm doing it minutes after posting it..

Prompts! @codywanweek

Force sensitive Cody/"This Isn't What I Signed Up For"/Secret Relationship, except I made a twist of my own. It's Pada-Wan x Padawan Cody. Because, frankly, I am obsessed with Pada-Wan aus, and it may be a problem, but that is not a problem right now as it's 0050(12:50am) and I'm running on a coffee flavoured protein shake I had at 1700(5:00pm)

Onto the reading!

When Cody was made, it was no normal.. making. Cloning. He was a clone. He had a number. He was a number. Just- Just a number.

That was until Shaak Ti revealed he had been specifically chosen, his DNA specially (and expensively) modified. He would grow at a normal rate after he hit 10 years old, physically around 20. Which was fine, well, he would live to see his brothers die but-

He was different.

Different in the way that- Well, he was a force-sensitive.

The only one of all of his brothers.

So when he reached age, he was told of this secret. He was sent off to the Jedi Temple. No one knew how this specific age growth would work, no one knew if his body would react to it well, no one even knew if he was actually a force-sensitive.

But if one person believed in him more than Shaak Ti, it was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Obi-Wan was a senior Padawan at the crisp age of 19 when Cody entered the Temple for the first time. He was only physically a year younger than him, but still was learning and growing. Obi-Wan couldn't help but take a liking to him- He taught him what Shaak Ti wouldn't, allowing him to excel in the Force quickly. After all, this was war.

Their first meeting was.. nice, you could say.

"Ah, hello there!" Obi-Wan says, double-taking as he desperately tries to keep up with his Master's long strides. He was supposed to be greeting the new Padawan of Shaak Ti's, but of course his Master had other plans. He'll catch up with him later.

"Hello," The newcomer says, curiously watching as Obi-Wan almost calls for Anakin before the Knight disappears around a corner, and he sighs.

"You're Cody, correct? Shaak Ti's new Padawan?" Obi-Wan smiles, pushing his long hair back. The Council insisted it wasn't tradition, Anakin insisted it looked better.

"Correct," Cody repeats. "And, you?.."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, pleasure to meet you," The Jedi shake hands, normally a bow was customary, but Cody.. was no normal Jedi, he had much to learn, and Obi-Wan thought it easier to ease him into it. He was quite nice looking, vibrant, dark skin with short, pitch-black curls. He found himself staring for a moment too much, quickly adjusting his posture and attitude, clearing his throat. Cody looks away, cringing when Obi-Wan chuckles quietly at the flush on his face. He had been staring too.

Oh well, that was a situation Obi-Wan didn't mind at all.

"I'll show you to your quarters, then around the Temple, then maybe I can take you to my quarters for a cup of tea. I'd love to get to know you, I hear we'll be working together very soon," Obi-Wan smiles as they beginning walking through the Temple, repeating what Anakin had told him to tell Cody.

"Uh.. Okay," Cody speaks carefully. Obi-Wan just smiles at him reassuringly.

It had been a year since then- Cody had grown, physically and in the Force. He finally reached the age where he'd grow at a normal rate, now he and Obi-Wan were physically the same age. And he liked that. Shaak Ti had trained him long before coming to the Temple, but she still thought the experience would help him adjust better.

And adjust better he did, mostly thanks to Obi-Wan and his very outgoing Master. Obi-Wan was always not far behind Master Skywalker, who was always running into a battle or a trap. He insisted he only followed because, well, Master Skywalker is his Master, and he's gotta be there most times, he is the Teacher- And in this war, there was less teaching from Anakin and more "Do as I do, you'll learn."

That of course led to Obi-Wan and Cody studying aboard their ship in their free time.

"Now that is just plain wrong," Obi-Wan sneers as he looks at the holopad, which was the debrief Anakin had given at the battle of Geonosis. "He either lied straight to the Council or they all decided they wouldn't include the fact that my Master was the one to get into the situation first. Unbelievable."

Cody chuckles quietly at Obi-Wan's frustration. They're sitting on the ginger's bed, leaning against the wall sitting close together, but ready to move if someone were to walk in on their canoodling.

And canoodle was what Cody wanted.

"Take a break from the debriefs," Cody finally replies back, moving the 'pad from Obi-Wan's hands and tossing it to the end of the bed. "I'm right here anyway."

"Oh, because you're not a bore on the eyes," Obi-Wan deadpans, lifting Cody's chin slightly. He only rolls his eyes and kisses the teasing Padawan, turning his body to not strain as much.

He practically melted as Obi-Wan pulled him onto his lap, holding him gently. His hands were rough but gentle to the touch as they kissed.

They rarely got these chances. Forever busy, as they would (forever) say. So the couple savoured the moments, drew them out as long as they could last, never moving too fast or too slow for the other.

Of course, moments were just moments.

A knock rang at the door and Cody removed himself from Obi, quick to lay on the bed at an appropriate distance, on his stomach as he looked at the holopad again.

"Come in!" Obi-Wan answers. An Admiral opens the door and begins speaking to Obi-Wan, explaining a request of Anakin's. Neither of them knew this relationship would.. evolve so much. And Cody definitely didn't like the fact that it was forbidden.

But, Cody just smiled to himself as he - pretended to - read the holopad, knowing fully well Obi-Wan would be craving for him all day once he leaves to speak with Anakin.

#obi wan kenobi #codywanweek2023 #my writing #star wars #cww23 #codywan #commander cody #the clone wars #Day 4

[pippin-katz]

Jedi Younglings & Padawans

If you need a reminder that the Jedi Order is awful, just remember that if a youngling/Padawan goes missing, they don’t look for them. They leave them to die with the idea that they can “find their own way back”.

Anakin was discouraged and criticized for trying so hard to locate Ahsoka when she was kidnapped.

The other Padawans she meets on the hunters’ island said they had been there for longer than they could remember, and that they were younglings when they were captured. They’re around Ahsoka’s age now; that means they were way younger than Ahsoka when they were taken.

They were probably closer to Ahsoka’s age at the beginning of the show, or even younger; also reminder that Ahsoka was considered pretty young to be made a Padawan.

A youngling is a “child”. A Padawan is an apprentice assigned to a Jedi Knight/Master to advance their training. Ahsoka was made a Padawan while she was still a youngling. Obi-Wan calls her one when he first sees her.

They think that leaving a child to fend for themselves is okay. A child who has some training, but not nearly enough to survive without any resources. Ahsoka only manages to escape and help the others because Anakin trained her differently than the other Jedi, as we saw in Tales of the Jedi as well.

And continuing with the lack of care for their younglings/Padawans, there’s the time Ahsoka and Barriss were trapped in a cave-in on Geonosis.

Master Luminara literally gives up immediately. She’s like “yup they’re going to die, that sucks, oh well”.

She criticizes Anakin for trying to find them, and phrases it as a problem with him that he would look.

And yet, Anakin does in fact find them! They are alive! They were totally able to be saved, as Anakin proves. If it had just been Luminara there, they would’ve died. She wouldn’t have even tried. She DID give up on them, but phrases it as “being able to let go”. She “let go” before there was no chance of their survival though.

This blatant carelessness for their young is problematic from a moral standpoint, but also from a logical standpoint. They constantly talk about how few Jedi there really are. They talk about how important the babies with the Force are because they’re the future of the Order, and yet, they are so quick and willing to let their Padawans die or abandon them.

Aright, that’s all for this point. There’s lots more reasons why the Jedi Order became its own downfall, but I’m not going to go into all of them right now.

#star wars #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #the jedi order #the jedi suck lol #essay #creative nonfiction #jedi younglings #the tales of the jedi #padawans #luminara unduli

[kenobireads]

Vader's Fortress

Today's the dayyy! I posted the first chapter of Vader's Fortress to Wattpad! (Starting to put it on AO3 now!)

Since there are two prologues, one for Anakin and one for our MC, I went ahead and posted both of them! Here's Anakin's introduction into this SW parallel universe! It's a short one, enjoy!

And you can find the story here!

Anakin Skywalker was dead. He died with Padmé. With the Jedi. With the Republic. In his place was...me.

Darth Vader.

When Obi-Wan Kenobi turned his back on me, I gathered the last of my strength and dragged myself two, maybe three meters. According to Darth Sidious, if I had not done this, I would have caught aflame. I'd be unrecognizable—that is, if I survived at all.

I did not believe him. Didn't believe I saved myself.

I still needed the suit. It kept me alive, so long as I did not go long without it. I lost my left leg and my one real hand. The leg had melted, and I felt everything. Sometimes I still did. Multiple organs were damaged.

I still had pain. Saved myself?

No. I saved nothing.

Twelve hours. Max. That was how much time I could safely go without the suit or a special bacta chamber.

I tried to push it, of course. The longest I lasted was eleven hours and thirty-seven minutes before I could no longer breathe, my lungs unable to continue on their own. It felt as if they were collapsing.

At first, I despised the suit. Uncomfortable. Hot. Clunky. Restrictive.

Until I started realizing my strength within it—and my weakness outside it.

After recovering, I spent the first few weeks doing my master's bidding. Each task seemed to require more recovery, starting with Jedi Master Kirak Infil'a for his lightsaber.

I killed the self-exiled Jedi and bled his kyber crystal. I met the Inquisitors and put the 'Grand' Inquisitor in his place. I put in endless orders to the Kuat Drive Yards.

I bowed. Constantly. Palpatine had me on my knees each time we met, and then on my back in agony. Force lightning—worse than I remembered.

Not that it mattered. I deserved every moment of pain, every second of misery.

Why? Because I killed Padmé. My wife. The mother of my unborn child.

I don't know the details, the how or the when. It doesn't matter.

She is dead. And she took me with her. Whatever remained in this broken organic form...it was but a shell, fit only to hold the rage. There was no room for anything else.

I was a masochist. Proven by the red planet coming into view before me: Mustafar. The planet where I lost everything.

This was my second visit since Kenobi left me to die. Palpatine was rapidly building his palace over the fallen Jedi Temple, but Coruscant would never be my home. I needed a sanctuary, and I knew just where to build it.

I didn't know what I wanted, but I was beginning to know the dark side. And it was there on Mustafar.

So, maybe I enjoyed the pain. Maybe I simply felt I deserved it. Honestly, I didn't bother looking too deeply. At anything.

Skipping the cracked landing pad, I lowered my newly modified Actis starfighter to a patch of dried, cooled magma next to the wrecked mining facility. As the ship began to quiet, the sounds of the planet grew louder.

The pop of lava. The swoosh of high winds. Even a far-off roar of some hungry, pissed-off beast.

Eventually, I stalked off the ramp, only to be bombarded with heat, even in my suit. I pulled my hood over my helmet because, as always, I felt like I was being watched. Friend or foe was no longer a question I asked—everyone was an enemy.

I worked my way up a ridge just above the old mining complex until I found a spot that provided a complete view of the surrounding lands. The destruction from my duel with Obi-Wan was beginning to look like a part of the planet as the lava took the area back.

My mask let out two quiet beeps. I shifted to the direction it indicated and waited three full seconds before the reading came up.

A camera eye was following me from the complex walls.

Curious. There wasn't supposed to be anything in this area, not for miles. Nothing else was happening in the ruins, though there was another camera further down on the opposite side.

I shifted slowly, taking in every angle, working in a circle. My back was to the mining complex when I saw it: the very top of a permacrete entry, the kinds the Techno Union used all over Mustafar. I couldn't see the building beyond it, but I recalled a science laboratory being the closest facility.

There was too much distance to get any readings from it. I knew it was unlikely I would find anything there. It was probably Palpatine watching me.

And yet...There was a pull to the place. It didn't feel like the dark side. Nothing was calling out to me. It wasn't a nudge in the Force. No, it felt more real, as if my physical body was being gently tugged toward it.

But my body was my enemy, too. It was barely my own. So as my body felt the need to cooly approach the place, I treated it as I would any other unknown risk.

I took control and approached on my terms.

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[prahacat]

Brush, Bend

There are days when healing and hurting are very close for Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan x Dooku for the YOTP2023 April prompt “(seemingly) unrequited love” (which turned out to be more of a requited obsession <3). cw: blood, injury, wound care, some suggestive content, all of them pretty mild. 1.5 k words. Continued in Bend, Break.

By the time they reach the stranded ship, it starts to dawn. Blood-red sunlight seeps into the eastern skies and spreads, slow and dark, like the stain on Dooku’s tunic. Obi-Wan’s right shoulder cramps, just below where Dooku’s white-knuckled fingers dig into his muscle. On shaky legs, he drags Dooku up the ramp into the ship. Darkness welcomes them, dotted with countless weak lights that begin to glow as the starship wakes.

Dooku braces himself against the wall, trying to stand straight and take his weight off Obi-Wan. Idiot, Obi-Wan thinks, thrice-damned fucking idiot, and he shoves him over to the cot, where Dooku takes his seat like an impartial theatergoer, unaffected by the dramatics of his pallid face and his tattered side. Comm unit in one hand, Obi-Wan rummages through drawers and cabinets. “Ventress,” he says, “we’re pulling out,” and he holds the comm close to his face, so she won’t see the medpac he’s clutching to his chest. “We ran into a group of Jedi. Get out now.”

She scoffs. “You’re serious? I’m almost in.” The harsh light of her cam sharpens her facial features. There’s an echo in her voice; she must still be underground.

“Get out now,” Obi-Wan repeats. “The droids will return to base now that we’re not here to distract them. You need to leave.” He activates the ship computer and tries to power up the engines. An error message: left thruster damaged. Obi-Wan grits his teeth, swallows a curse. Lovely.

“If we leave now,” Ventress says, “these factories will either stay with the Separatists, or the Jedi will reduce them to ashes. We stand no chance against either of their forces. We need these factories. We need an army of our own.”

“The one who will be ashes is you if you don’t leave now,” Obi-Wan says sharply. And wouldn’t that be convenient for him? You can still choose, he thinks, they would welcome you back, forgive you. “Come pick us up. We’ll retreat to the Outsider.”

“I’m so sick of running.”

 “And I’m sick of this discussion.”

Her mouth hardens. “Where’s Dooku?”

Obi-Wan lifts his chin. “I told you: we’re back on ship. I’m hanging up before they locate our signal.” He doesn’t wait for her answer. Her bluish, blurry face dies in a flicker. With each passing day, she becomes more difficult, questions his instructions, goes off on her own. While disinfecting his hands, he calculates how likely their escape is. Maybe they will all die today. Either the Separatists will find them, or the Jedi will. He doesn’t know what he’s hoping for anymore.

Thunder, somewhere outside and far away, except that it can’t be thunder because the sky is clear. The first rays of sunlight shyly filter through the windows. Dooku watches Obi-Wan unpack the medpac while he keeps his hand pressed to his wound, almost as if in an afterthought. He likes to pretend the pain doesn’t exist, but he forgets that Obi-Wan was there. That he remembers the blaster shots, the explosion, the bloody shards of debris, how he pushed Dooku’s limp weight off him and stared at the blood pooling from his side, how for a terrible, hopeful second he thought, it’s over, it’s over, it’s finally over.

Why, Obi-Wan wonders, why did you do it? He himself is unharmed. There’s not even a scratch on his skin.

He kneels next to the cot, on eye level with the gash, and gently pulls Dooku’s hand aside. The bleeding has stopped. He opens the front of Dooku’s tunic and carefully plucks the torn, soaked scraps of fabric from the wound, one by one.

“Leave it.” Dooku’s voice is quiet but steady. “Get us out of here.”

“Our left thruster is damaged,” Obi-Wan says. “I told Ventress to pick us up. Don’t talk.” The wound looks ugly, the way healing flesh always does, gaping and caked in black, crusted blood. Obi-Wan cleans it as best as he can. “I don’t think it hit your liver. You’ll live.”

“You know I have little faith in your knowledge of anatomy,” Dooku mutters.

An innuendo? A backhanded reprimand? A joke? Obi-Wan forces a smile, eyes fixed on the torn flesh. He dresses the wound with slimy, Bacta-soaked bandages.

“You have such confident hands,” he hears Dooku mumble.

“I’ve had plenty of practice.” No matter how much Bacta he adds, this will leave a scar; a deep, jagged scar. The thought makes him feel sick. “Years of experience with a reckless Padawan. As a child, he always had torn knees, scrapes on his hands—the Force alone knows how it happened. And later, it was always I who had to bandage him up after missions. He could be rash sometimes, even self-sacrificing. He was always trying to keep me safe even though ... well, that was just the way he was ...” His voice wavers. He takes a deep breath, makes sure his hands are steady before he applies the dry tape that fixes the bandages in place.

Something brushes his head. Dooku’s hand in his hair. Obi-Wan looks up. Dooku slowly combs through his sweaty hair. He uses his clean hand, the one that is not bloody, the one that belongs to his injured side. Sunrays dance through the window, painting a rectangle of light on his neck where pale skin blends into the neatly trimmed edge of his beard. Once again, Obi-Wan considers killing him. Such musings have become rarer with time, and softer, less preoccupied with when and where, and more with a method that spares them both unnecessary pain. It would have been such a relief had he died on the battlefield today. But then again, it’d be too easy, and Obi-Wan is never that lucky. Now, he thinks, now or never, and he bows his head and rests his cheek against the sweat-damp skin of Dooku’s stomach.

Dooku’s hand stills. Obi-Wan presses his lips against the skin, quietly filling his lungs with the dark, coppery smell of a living body, stealing warmth and comfort, all of them so close, always so close, he can almost taste them on his tongue. He trails his mouth upward, following the path of the abdominal aorta. A small half-moon scar shimmers on Dooku’s upper stomach, a bit too high, it’s a matter of millimeters, but Obi-Wan pretends not to see it, acts as if it doesn’t exist, as if it doesn’t remind him of the day when he betrayed everyone: the Republic, his integrity, and Dooku as well. He pushes aside the half-open tunic and brushes the rough skin with his lips, gentle and unhurried, with the weight of Dooku’s hand on his head. Dooku doesn’t move, but the muscles of his stomach twitch beneath Obi-Wan’s touch, and when Obi-Wan lifts his gaze, he finds Dooku staring down at him, eyes wide and expectant. Sunlight drips into his irises, melts and pools at their depths; flakes of pyrite that glow in the black river sand. Obi-Wan wants to sift through them, stir up the quiet darkness. The pain doesn’t seem to affect them; this just might.

He holds on tight to Dooku’s bloody hand, almost pulls himself up his body. Dooku’s eyes go even wider and his breath stills, as Obi-Wan leans in, one knee on the mattress, and tilts his head.

A tug at his hair. Obi-Wan keeps still, inches from Dooku’s face. Dust and grime cover Dooku’s skin, except for a spot high on his cheek where he has smeared the dirt with his fingers. Something explodes outside, the shock makes their starship shake, but Dooku doesn’t take his eyes off Obi-Wan.

“There’s no need for this,” he says, voice low and raspy.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan pulls back. “Does it hurt?”

Dooku loosens his grip on his head and soothes his hand through Obi-Wan’s hair. “It will.”

Obi-Wan lowers his eyes. His gaze falls upon the half-moon scar on Dooku’s stomach. He knows it curves right above a rib. A matter of millimeters, was all Dooku said to him; and they act as if that evening never happened except that now their dinner is always served pre-cut so there are no knives at the table. That night, Obi-Wan pretended to be asleep while Dooku sat at his bed and brushed his fingers through his hair. He can still feel the touch: another scar that will remain forever unspoken. It’s always now or never. The surgical tape runs in a zigzag line across Dooku’s skin, up, down, up, down, always changing direction. The truth is, Obi-Wan is lousy at his job and his hands aren’t steady at all. You’ll live, he thinks, but so do I. Why did you do that today? I don’t understand.

Dooku’s thumb grazes his ear. The touch sends a tingle through Obi-Wan’s lower body. “You are unharmed?” Dooku murmurs. The morning sun is now shining directly through the window, enveloping them in a heated, golden haze. It’s getting warm in the starship.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan lies.

#star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #yotp 2023 #obi-wan kenobi #dooku #ventress is here too bc i love her #dooku x obi-wan #obi-wan x dooku #love writing them as misery magnets #can't help it #prahacat writes #my ff

[nteabodies]

The Saga Begins, and how it seamlessly fits into the Pop star wars AU

I feel like the Saga Begins is the perfect song to represent @nevertheless-moving's Pop Star Wars AU, bc… it's sung by obi wan! From his pov! During the exact time period he travelled to! Makes references to the future obi wan shouldn't know yet! Is somewhat upbeat with an undercurrent of sadness which is the epitome of Obi-Wan – but more than that, I can envision this weird Al youtube video organically existing within the Pop Star Wars universe!

Peek under the break for my crazed ramblings ig

So, the temple knows the Obi Wan had a huge, life changing vision that changed his behaviour and personality somewhat, but they don't realise he also has an Anakin shaped glob of unresolved trauma with a helpful side of survivors guilt and depression that he is very good at hiding from everyone.

And he is somewhat successful at Naboo. Like, he was 100% expecting Maul (and it was a little pathetic how easily he defeated him this time) so he was able to dissassocate from the situation and miraculously not have a flashback of Qui Gon's death mid-lightsaber swing.

So other than being eerily skilled at Soresu, no one notices him or his trauma, just how he likes it.

But on the trip back to Coruscant, someone manages to stab Qui Gon (who was mildly concussed from the fight with Maul so he's just like "oh my it appears i have been stabbed").

And Obi-Wan had only just begun to start relaxing a little bit now that Qui Gon was safe, so he was taking a nap when the stabbing happened. (he hadn't slept for the entire week long mission, or he would not be taking this nap)

So Obi-Wan wakes up relaxed, does a few stretches and contentedly strolls out of his room then freezes.

He can't sense Qui Gon (because Qui Gon is unconscous). He strains to find him and when he does, he can only sense a weak force presence, and when he sprints to the presence he finds the floor covered in blood (mainly the attackers blood bc a concussed qui gon accidentally stabbed the attacker back while peacefully arresting her) Qui Gon lying down on the floor with a stab wound on his stomach and medic tending to him.

Obi-Wan loses it. He screams a guttural "NOOOO!" that's 10 times more grief stricken than the one in his original life. Qui gon couldn't die! Not again! NOT AGAIN! He was sent back to fix this, wasn't he? Why did everything he tried to fix break? Was everything going to be the same this time? Even with him trying his hardest to stop it?

At this point he's cradling Qui Gon's head against his chest like he's already dead and having a full blown panic attack in front of the shocked pikachu face medic and shock pikachu face qui gon who got shocked awake by the scream (the stabbed attacker gets woken up by the third gutteral scream and resolves to rethink her life if she survived this oredeal)

When Obi Wan comes to he sees his dead master and does the whole you're not dead Master!!! Routine

Long story short, an extremely concerned Qui-Gon sends Obi-Wan to the mind healers at the Jedi temple.

So the mindhealers engage in the usual forms of therapy, but Obi-Wan has had time to collect himself and gain his composure (using the tried and true gaslight gatekeep girboss away your trauma method pioneered by Ben Kenobi)

So realising they're not doing anything other than making Obi wan more closed off and in denial, the mind healers decide to try art therapy which kind of works! he paints his feelings and his visions (and in this AU he's not the best painter so he draws things like 2 stick figures fighting with lightsabers with a lot of fire surrounding them and when the mind healer asks him to describe it his eyes fill with tears/he disassociates and gives classic Old Ben cryptic platitudes.)

Obi-Wan doesn't realise he's acting like Qui-Gon when he retreats into his Old Ben persona, but the healers do. And they think he's emulating his master to escape his visions. What they do know of his 'vision' is:

1) Qui Gon Jinn dies somehow

2) something bad happens to little anakin skywalker

Anyway so that's the reason Anakin and Qui-Gon are roped into his therapy sessions. When they're in the room they can reassure him that nothing has happened to them, that recalling a vision of a future that hasn't happened isn't going affect them in the present.

By this point Obi-Wan is not in denial about his trauma anymore (well not as much as before) and he's willing to try new things. But he draws the line at sharing all the details of his 'vision' with anyone. So he goes "can't we go back to the painting? I liked doing the artistic stuff, it helped me process a little bit without hurting too much" even though it was more of him painting and crying and going in circles with the mind healers

And Qui Gon has this epiphany. He has spent 10 years listening to Obi-Wan singing pretentious indie rock in the shower, humming old jedi lullabies while he watered the plants, crooning a soothing tune to their latest pathetic lifeforms, caterwauling emo metal while blackout drunk and giving Qui Gon a migraine–

The point is that Obi-Wan obviously enjoys singing.

"If you can't say it, why don't you sing it?"

And so Obi Wan finds himself writing a song for the first time. Maybe space Don McLean has already released Space American Pie by this point, so he makes a parody of the lyrics. Should he write about everything? Nah, that's too dangerous. Maybe he should write about the events of the past few weeks, but from the old timeline. Just to process everything that happened so far.

Smol baby Anakin is with him while he's drafting the song and he can't help but compare this rosy cheeked Anakin to Vader. And that's when he finally gets the chorus perfected

Oh my, my this here Anakin guy

Maybe Vader someday later, now he's just a small fry

He left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye

Sayin', "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi

And smol anakin pretends to be angy that Obi wan called him a small fry but secretly is delighted that the entire chorus is about him.

Obi-wan performs the song for Qui Gon and Anakin one night. Anakin is in bed and begs Obi Wan to sing "that cool song you were writing about just now!"

Cue some Master Padawan angst after Anakin falls asleep and Qui Gon realises he was supposed to die during the mission to Naboo.

Fast Forward a few weeks and it's Anakin's favourite lullaby because its about him! And it has his name! And obi wan looks so fond when he sings the chorus to him! (Qui Gon secretly records it and uploads it to his space youtube channel that no one watches)

And it's on one of these nights when Obi Wan has an epiphany. Bc... didn't space Don McLean make like a billion credits from this song alone? And what about that other annoyingly catchy song that hasn't been released yet?? Etc, leading to the Pop Star Wars AU premise

Ok now, fast forward to the war and General Kenobi has a lot of… dedicated fans. And a very small niche of these fans found the old spaceyoutube video and are like, omg the general is smol, the general can sing! Which leads to the conspiracy theory that general kenobi and the elusive BK are the same person. But it's a fringe theory, unknown even within the fandom and you'd have to dig pretty deep into the cross section of the Kenobi and BK fandom iceberg to find this theory.

Among the hardcore fans who know of it, it's considered a hilarious crack theory that makes a little too much sense (like the Sith Lord Jar Jar Binks theory)

Fast forward again! Another 30 ish years! Big identity reveal! Omg Kenobi and BK are the SAME PERSON! The video blows up. It becomes a meme.

And now, Space Weird Al who specialises in parodies makes an official music video of the song!

He's done extensive research into how everyone from the time period would look like and even managed to source authentic vintage jedi robes for it.

And that's how Obi Wan Kenobi gets shown this video by a gleeful Anakin while Qui Gon sips tea in the background like it's not his fault all of this happened.

And they all lived happily ever after, except obi wan who jumped out the window in mortification.

#star wars #pop star wars au #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #anakin skywalker #fanart #I have so much work to do #But I chose pop star wars au #Bc I'm worth it #Youtube #“Who is vader” - everyone in this AU

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Day 5: Last Words (Alt Prompt 7)

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: character death.

Summary: Obi-wan is tired of listening to people's last words. First his master, then his first love. As he wakes up from a starship crash he begins to fear hearing Anakin's too.

  "Train the boy." That's what Qui-gon had told Obi-wan. That was his last words. "Train the boy."

    "Remember dear Obi-wan, I loved you always, I always will." Satine had told him as she laid in his arms, dying.

    As Anakin and him laid on the ground, in the aftermath of a crash, Obi-wan feared what was next. The two had been on another Jedi's cruiser. They had been sent to help him. Instead they were shot down.

    When awoke he tried to find Anakin first. He looked around. He had to be close. They had been talking when they crashed.

    There he was. Then he looked down at himself. He could feel all of him limbs, which was good. Blood ran from his injuries, a seemingly broken right leg, multiple lacerations and bruises, and he could feel the warmth of blood on his face. His body ached as he started to move.

    As Anakin started to shift, Obi-wan sighed. At least he was alive. He sat beside him for a moment, watching him move and breathe. When he regained consciousness the first thing he heard was his old master asking him if he was okay.

    The world was foggy. Anakin was in a world of pain, and fog. "Maybe" he answered. Obi-wan shook his head.

    "Okay." The Jedi looked around again. There were a few people in the room with them. None of them seemed to be moving. So he turned his attention back to Anakin.

    "I don't feel good" Anakin spoke.

    It had been a while since Obi-wan had heard that. It had been since the boy had been a Padawan. That felt like yesterday. But today Anakin was bleeding and in pain.

    "You'll be fine."

    Anakin started to look around. He looked at his own body, then at Obi-wan, then at the others. He wondered where the others where and why the room seemed to be getting darker. Everything felt fuzzy. The man looked back to himself. His mouth tasted salty.

    Looking around, Obi-wan tried to find something that could help them. He could smell the smoke and realized just how loud the alarms were. He tried to calm the Jedi they were with but he only got static in return. He figured that was all he would be getting.

    "Obi-wan?"

    "Yes Anakin?" Fear dove into Obi-wan's heart.

    "I don't think I'm okay." Anakin coughed, blood leaving his mouth.

    That wasn't good. "Just hold on." Obi-wan tried his comm again. He tried to reach out to the commander of the ship or maybe to the medic. The message went through, but there was no answer.

    "I'm just gonna start talking okay? I need you to do something for me. I need you to take Ashoka. Tell her-"

    "I won't do it again. I won't listen to last words again. I've done it to maybe times. I'm tired of it. So don't die. Please just, just stay alive." Tears welling in Obi-wan's eyes. "I don't want to lose you too."

    "Tell her I loved her, that she did good. Tell Padme I love her. Tell her I'm sorry for not coming home and that I'm sorry I can't meet my kid." It got harder to breathe. The room got darker and some pain started to subsided. Anakin knew he was dying. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

    "You don't listen very well." Obi-wan held Anakin's hand. "I'm not listening to dying words again so you can't die. Tell them yourself when we get home."

    "Tell Rex he's the best friend I could have asked for. Make sure the 501st gets the best Jedi they could." Anakin coughed again. More blood came out than last time.

    "Stop that. Stop it" Obi-wan cried. "I won't do this again. I-I can't."

    "Obi-wan" Anakin breathed "I'm sorry."

    "For?"

    "Making you do this again" he whispered. "you're the best master, brother, I could have asked for." Anakin's voice started to quite. "I love y-" his voice faded with his life.

    "Anakin?" Obi-wan started to shake him a little. He knew the truth but couldn't face it. "Anakin get up. Get up."

    In the hall soldiers tried to get the door open. They pressed pieces of metal in-between the doors to try and pry it open.

    "Train the boy."

    "Remember dear Obi-wan, I loved you always, I always will."

    "I love you."

    Obi-wan couldn't do it again. "Anakin. Get. Up." He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. He sobbed. He had never been able to cry when he lost them. Sure later, but never then.

   "Train the boy."

    "I loved you always, I always will."

    "I love you."

    The words haunted him. They always would.

    How could he lose three of the most important people in his life? How did he look at Padme and tell her that Anakin would never be coming home? How should he look at Ashoka knowing that they have both lost a brother and how could he look at Rex and tell him?

    The door was finally opened. A few troopers came through the doorway. They were stunned to see the sight in front of them.

    "General?" The commander asked.

    "I'm sorry Anakin. I love you too. I'm sorry." Obi-wan whispered.

    "Commander, none of them are alive. Just the general" whispered the medic of the battalion. "We need to get out of here. Do you grab him?"

    "Not yet. Give him some time." The officer gestured to him, "were not the only ones who lost someone today."

    The clones stood there for a moment before Commander Bandit walked over to the grieving man. "General." Obi-wan jumped. He turned around to see a few soldiers.

    "Oh" it took a moment before he stopped crying. "I'm sorry commander." He almost felt embarrassed. "Are there more survivors?"

    Bandit nodded. He put his hands on the general's shoulders and gave him a hug. "It will be okay."

    When the end of the mission came, Obi-wan was sent back to the temple. He left to find Padme as soon as he was cleared medically. When he got to her home, he stood outside the door for a long time.

    The door opened. Padme had in a nice dress, though Obi-wan wasn't sure where he was going. "Oh Obi-wan. What a nice surprise." She looked at him a little longer, "what happened? Come in."

    Obi-wan did as he was told. He sat on a chair by the door and sighed, "Padme, I have to tell you something."

    "Is everything okay?" She asked. Obi-wan knew he was about to destroy her.

    "No. I'm sorry but Anakin, Anakin's" the word would leave his mouth. He sighed. "Anakin's gone I'm sorry."

    So he held her as she cried. It felt like hours but it was hours he didn't mind spending.

    Eventually she let go. "He had a few things for me to to tell you." Obi-wan started by explaining what had happened. "He told me to tell you that he loves you. I love her. He said that he's sorry he can't meet your kid and that he's sorry for not coming home."

    Padme nodded. "I'm going to call Bail. I might stay with a friend for a while." She stood, "thank you for telling me." She gave him a hug.

    Obi-wan just stood. He hugged her back. Then he said his goodbyes and let for the temple. There was some else he needed to talk.

    On the way the Jedi commed Master Yoda. "Master? Do you have moment?"

    "I do. Sorry about young Skywalker, I am. Close you were."

    "Thank you master. I need to talk to you about the 501st. I need the Jedi general to be run last me. I promised Anakin that they would safe."

    "Make sure you can, I will. Safe they will be."

    "Thank you master." He ended the transmission and continued his walk to the temple.

    There he found Rex and Ashoka. He told them together. "Rex" the Jedi's voice shook, he wanted me to tell you something. He said that you were the best friend he could have asked for.."

    Rex smiled sadly. "He was my best friend too."

    "Ashoka, he wanted me to keep teaching you. He said that he loved you." Ashoka grabbed Obi-wan, "he said that you did go." She cried as he held her. "We'll be okay."

    "I know I just miss him that's all."

    "Me too."

#febuwhumpday5 #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #whump #star wars #star wars whump #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #last words #obi wan whump #obi wan and anakin #obitine #qui gon jinn #general kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #the clone wars #anakin skywalker

[impossibleprincess35]

REPUTATION | 7. "so it goes..."

[Excerpt:]

The risk he was taking was great, and wildly dangerous, but as Obi-Wan could hear the continued sounds of gunshots up ahead, and he could see the way the truck was careening carelessly on the road, he knew he had to take it. The speed was too fast for her to jump and land safely, and if her captors’ driving took a turn for the worst, she could be severely injured in the tinderbox-like settings of the box truck.

“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself, as he waved her out of the way and shouted instructions to get back and stay close to the sides of the truck.

When Satine was safely out of the way, he steered the front wheel of the Yamaha motorcycle in line with the loading ramp. As the truck continued and he lagged for a moment to create space between them, he said a rushed prayer under his breath as he accelerated and hoped to God he’d be able to brake quickly if he made it up. The commandeered bike was a lightweight model, thankfully, and it barely registered on the ramp as he flew up it quickly, and then cursed loudly as he nervously brought the vehicle to an abrupt stop once in the back of the truck.

The truck shifted underneath the new weight that had been added, and it was clear that there was little time to waste. Before he could even circle the bike around, her captors behind the wheel had begun to make erratic movements, leaving Obi-Wan struggling to counterbalance the weight of the bike with his own body. When he managed to redirect the bike to face the way he’d come, he hollered over the sound of the engine, “Get on! Hold onto me!”

She hurried to her feet and shouted, “Are you insane?!”

Obi-Wan glared over his shoulder at her and responded, “After what I just did, you’re asking me that?! Of course I’m insane! Now get the fuck on!”

“I’m scared of motorcycles,” she shook her head, pressing herself up against the wall of the truck, looking at him with fearful eyes. The memory of hours earlier in the room of the hostel when he had asked her what she was afraid of came to mind, and she repeated herself dumbly, “I’m scared of motorcycles, Ben.”

He huffed insensitively and yelled over the idling of the bike, “You can be scared of this or scared of them, so which is it?!”

“How about both!” Satine frowned, hollering back at him.

The sound of gunfire rang out again, and the smell of the bike’s exhaust in the small space was making Obi-Wan’s head begin to ache. He turned at the waist to get a better look at her and he pleaded, only somewhat impatiently, “Listen to me, these people will kill you. We’ve made a mockery out of them and they won’t stand for letting us walk away. I don’t want to die tonight, do you?”

She shook her head no, but the fear was still vivid in her eyes.

He felt terrible for a moment, forcing her to do something that scared her so greatly.

“I would never make you do this, lass, but we have no choice! Come on, please, we’ve got to go!” Obi-Wan yelled.

Satine hesitantly slid onto the back of the motorcycle behind him as her hands quickly encircled his waist. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was racing. Nervously, as she shoved her cheek against the curve of his back, she muttered, “God, please don’t let me die on this bike with this di’kut.”

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Chapter 8/track 7 is up.

#reputation #obi wan x satine #obitine #fanfic

[callipraxia]

So, I’m done with S1 of Clone Wars, and have watched the first two discs of S2. Seems like a good time to check in with some Opinions.

1) this stuff is good. It’s the kind of good where, when there’s a moment that’s obviously written to cater to children and/or executives, those moments actually stick out noticeably. It’s a bit like GF: so good that its flaws stand out more than they should due to all the goodness around them, but in a way, the fact I’m bothering to point these little things out as flaws kind of highlights its excellence.

2) Padme’s design and animation weren’t nearly as awful as anticipated

3) Despite my strong appreciation for the writing and mild compliment to Padme…every other creature and thing on the screen has its moments where it looks almost real. Why, exactly, could they animate literally everything else so well (yes, there’s some moments of blatantly cheap or rushed background animation, but considering the sheer number of backgrounds…see my comments in Remark One) but not avoid making all the human characters look just…off, somehow, without exception, even in the best cases? And why, if they had to choose one actor’s face to be extra-insulting to, did they have to do…that…to Christopher Lee? Forget looking like his actor, Dooku doesn’t even look like a person!

4) more on that awesome writing. One thing I admire about it is how willing they are to let the protagonists fail. Yeah, there’s certain losses we know will be losses ahead of time (any time they think they are close to capturing Dooku or Grievous, for instance), but others run circles around the mains/at least take them to breaking even rather more often than they get ahead, and there was no narrative necessity to those characters. It’s tricky to balance letting your protagonists even partially lose regularly with preserving the audience’s respect for them, but they do it well, especially in such traditionally nuance-lacking genres. It’s quite the accomplishment to pull this off and actually convey the intended theme (that war is tedious and draining and damaging and you lose at least as much as if you win even in the best-case outcome) at all, but especially given the format.

5) It would have been a tad more effective had they started building up a few specific clones more as individuals earlier, but the inclusion of individualized clones and Ahsoka, along with recurring secondary characters (ex. Luminara and Barriss) was very clever - they add *some* tension to those episodes where the outcome is predetermined. Any of them could die, and anyone familiar with Revenge of the Sith knows that it’s very unlikely that Ahsoka will end the show in top form - sure, they *could* have just promoted her to Jedi and pretended she was just still on the Outer Rim when Obi-Wan and Anakin were called back to Coruscant, but considering how unstable Anakin is by the beginning of RotS, it seems more likely for her total absence to be explained by her being dead, MIA, in prison, in exile, turned traitor, or otherwise Not Okay. Separatists killing her in particular could have gone a long way to make it more sympathetic that Palpatine found it so very easy to convince Anakin to take up that job at Decapitation Station.

6) on Anakin’s mental health…knowing the future makes the ending of “Senate Spy” so much sadder. He was a bit of a jealous psycho in that episode as per usual…but it really did seem like all his Issues were firmly oriented in his own insecurities and/or pointed at Mr. Gropey McGroperson there, and he sounded sincere when, at the end, he assured Padme he never doubted her at all. Compare to him at the very beginning of RotS, where he almost lashed out at her because he could sense she was afraid of something and instantly drew the conclusion she was cheating on him. I…do not think he would have had the presence of mind, come RotS, to look past her hugging Rush long enough to notice the disc in her hand that she needed him to retrieve. He’d have just killed them both on the spot.

7) continuing on that theme…possibly an unpopular opinion, but I think Anakin and Padme were always doomed. Probably from the start, all things considered, but definitely after the war started. I started writing an essay here, but realized after I started getting into the ways Padme was in almost as bad of a place as Anakin for getting into a serious relationship when she did that I was exceeding the scope of this list, so I’ll make that its own essay, but…yeah. They were very intense personalities, were very intensely attracted to each other, and their mutual need to save people did less to unite them than to further divide them because of the ways it manifested. They’d have almost certainly divorced even under good circumstances, and the very best-case scenario would have been one where they managed to do so before having children and also managed to do so amicably enough that Padme didn’t feel the need to get a restraining order. Nine times out of ten, even without the war, I suspect she’d have ended up needing the restraining order.

8) on the subject of doomed ships…my gut says that Ahsoka/Barriss was/is a popular one. The part of me that produces things like Interproximal Gradations chapters 11, 12, and 15 also has a feeling there was a General Grievous/Obi-Wan Kenobi fandom at one time, and that not nearly enough of it was strictly limited to hateshipping. If I ever go temporarily insane and stick my toe into Star Wars fic, then I will try my very best to forget that suspicion of mine and, if I slip so far into temporary insanity that I read ship fic there, just stick to Barriss and Ahsoka, thanks. No way they realistically work out either, but as far as I can tell they probably had a better chance of than any other ship in this show.

So yeah. There’s some thoughts on Clone Wars Seasons 1 and 2A.

#opinions #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars characters #writing #writing observations #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #count dooku #general grievous #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #barriss offee

[dalekofchaos]

What if Jango Fett killed Mace Windu?

Let’s  say Jango Fett was able to kill Mace Windu. He distracts Mace with his blasters and fires one of the Kamino saberdarts and it leaves Mace open for Jango to fire a rocket at Mace and killing him and taking his Lightsaber as a trophy.

While continuing Bounty Hunting with his son, Jango Fett would also become a general for the Separatists, but he did not want to lead an army of droids. Still, every battle he lead, he lead the CIS to victory.

But Jango Fett’s attentions would be securing his and Boba’s futures. He remembered Jaster and Galidraan. He heard the call of Mandalore. The call of home.

Death Watch was a problem and they will be dealt with. But they took the Darksaber from him. By right of killing the scum, Tor Viszla, the Darksaber should be his. Mandalore betrayed him. They spread lies he was nothing but a “common bounty hunter” Whether the Duchess is complicit or not is irrelevant. They took his heritage from him. They lumped Jaster in with Death Watch. They will all pay and Clan Fett will take it’s place back in Mandalorian society and he will be Mand'alor and so will Boba.

Jango would attempt an assassination attempt on Satine, but would be stopped by a familiar face. He would encounter Obi-Wan once more, they would duel and they are evenly matched. But Satine would stop them both. Jango demands to know why his status as Mandalorian was stripped by her rule. Satine is confused. She gave no such order. Obi-Wan knows who did. :”our prime minister did.”

At this point, Almec would be jailed for poisoning the children of Mandalore, so he would be granted an audience with Satine, Obi-Wan and Jango. Satine and Jango demands why Jango and Clan Fett’s status were revoked, Alemc reveals he did it to preserve her pacifist government and also for his own self-serving needs. Jango heard enough and shot Almec in the head. Satine while disagreeing with Almec’s fate, does grant Jango his and Boba’s status as Mandalorians back. 

Jango tries to talk Satine into reinstating the Supercommando Codex. Satine relents because she does not want Mandalore to become like Death Watch. So Jango tells her the story of the True Mandalorians.

Jango Fett would reveal the crimes of Death Watch, the fall on Galidraan and the death of the True Mandalorians that forces Vizsla to act quickly and force himself into an alliance with Maul and Savage.

With the truth of what Death Watch did and the treachery of Almec, Satine would reinstate the Supercommando Codex. And Jango would be ready for Vizsla.

Once word of Death Watch working with the criminal underworld reach’s Jango’s ears. Jango would call in for some old friends. 

Cad Bane

Aurra Sing

Fennec Shand

Bossk

IG-88

Dengar

Zuckuss

4-Lom

The Battle For Mandalore would begin.

Jango Fett and Satine would battle together. Satine would get out her old armor and her spear of pure Beskar.

art by mischievoustempest

When the Shadow Collective arrives, the collection of Bounty Hunters are ready for them and wipes out their numbers.

Vizsla calls out Jango Fett and demands a duel. Jango accepts, for the Darksaber.

Jango takes out his trophy, Mace’s Lightsaber and the last of the True Mandalorians faces the head of Death Watch and the son of Jaster’s murderer

Jango easily overpowers Viszla and cuts his arms off and decapitates Viszla and the Darksaber his his. Satine kills Bo-Katan. Her final words were “sister..please” “We are not sisters anymore, you chose your path and you will die with Death Watch”

Jango kills Maul and Savage and Mandalore stands triumphant. 

Death Watch dies and the True Mandalorians are reborn.

Jango Fett becomes Mand'alor

Now where does this leave Satine? She’s still Duchess, but over time she fell in love with Jango and Jango with Satine. They marry and rule Mandalore together and Mandalore is stronger because of their union.

Mandalore would be armed and are now warriors of honor and protectors. Seen as heroes of the Outer Rim and holding no loyalty for either side in the war, they are on Mandalore’s side and prepare for what is about to come.

In this new timeline, Mandalore is now fully armed and ready to take on anyone who dare to invade Mandalore. With the powerful leadership of Jango Fett and his comrades, such as, Satine Kryze, Gar Saxon, Tiber Saxon, Fenn Rau Rook Kast, Ursa Wren, Sabine Wren, Tristan Wren, Ketsu Onyo (who would have joined Jango) including other Mandalorians.

During The Clone Wars, it’s Boba who saves Din and brings him in as a Foundling to Clan Fett. Din Djarin becomes Din Fett.   As the Clones are targeted by the Empire, the remaining Jango clones, including Rex, Cody, Delta Squad, Omega and the Bad Batch return to their father. Jango Fett, Satine Kryze with their children Boba Fett and daughter Omega. an army of Mandalorian Warriors and Clone Trooper now has what he needs to challenge The Empire. FOR MANDALORE!

#Star Wars #Jango Fett #Boba Fett #Mace Windu #Pre Viszla #Satine Kryze #Obi Wan Kenobi #Din Djarin #Omega Fett #Captain Rex #Commander Cody #The Bad Batch

[sleepyandunmotivated]

My friend has never seen a Star Wars movie so I thought it’d be funny to write down her reactions:

(P.S. started with the phantom menace)

- she thinks the battle droids waists are snatched

- she actually complimented the special effects which makes me happy

- laughed when Jar jar came on screen (I think she likes him)

- said that the ocean animals are scary and they probably do exist in the deep ocean

- questioned the treaty and trade federation and why they even want to stop trade from Nabor

- said and I quote young Anakin has “rizz”

-questioned why a grown alien was picking on a 10 year old

- I told her that the Star Wars fandom was toxic and the actor playing Anakin in this movie got bullied and she got sad (understandable), after she kept complimenting his performance

- called Obi-wan’s braid a “rat tail”

- during the race, she literally went to the edge of her seat and was getting into it (side note, I forgot that the first half of this movie was about the podrace)

- got really sad when Shmi told Anakin to leave, told him to go back (if she only knew)

- “this dude took forever to find them” (at maul)

- questioned why Samuel l Jackson is in this movie and asked if it was him twice

- at this point, she cannot tell padme is the Queen

- gasped at valorum losing power

- when yoda said his “leads to suffering line” said he was taking it a step too far

- gasped when palpatine became chancellor

- “what about the other dude?” - said when quigon said he’d take Anakin as a padawan

- “what are they going to do with the child?” (About Anakin)

- “what do they even want with this planet? Is it worth it?” (About Naboo)

- “the Queen is intense but nice” she really doesn’t know about padme

- she did ask if obi-wan’s lightsaber would change colors once he became a Jedi knight which you know, is a valid question

- it happened, padme admitted she was Queen and my friend literally said, “what?!”

- “epic!” (When the gungans agreed to be friends)

- Her: “that bodyguard is really putting her life on the line” -Me: “that’s her job” -Her: “I guess”

- “give the 10-year-old a gun” (when they were discussing capturing the Viceroy)

- “green light saber dude should’ve strapped Anakin to his back, why is he there? Couldn’t they dropped him off at a house?” (When the attack begins)

- “the Queen is it it” and yes, she was

- smiled at the wilhelm scream

- “how are these dudes going to fight the yellow dudes?” (Gungans v droids)

- “they really have to assemble the army huh?” (At the droids taking their sweet time to form)

- “he’s more of a liability to his own army” (to jar jar)

- “double sided, not fair” (when maul shows up again)

- “aren’t sith just evil Jedi? Shouldn’t 2 Jedi be able to take the red dude?”

- “Jesus, what is he doing?” (At Anakin when the ship takes off)

- “Is Anakin going to die in space?” (I don’t think she knows that Anakin is darth Vader)

*Next few are about duel of dates

- “where are they? This is not the same place”

- “I want one of them to touch a lightsaber. I want to see the damage”

- “that man is flying” (at obi wan)

*gungan battle

- “how is he not dead?” (To jar jar)

- “boomer”

*anakin storyline

- “he’s not having a good time”

- “I feel like r2d2 should have some weapons on him. Shoot the people”

*back to duel of fates

- “what are these force fields protecting? The core of the planet?”

-“if obi wan really wanted to get in the battle then he could’ve tried”

- gasped when quigon died, “what?! This can’t be it”

*padme storyline

-“everything is going wrong. He died. They got captured.”

- “they just have guns in the chair?”

*duel of fates

- “every time there is evil, the evil is always stronger. Not fair.”

- “kill him. Or at least close to death” (at obi wan for maul)

- I had to explain that jedis Can kill. She thought it was Batman rules

*anakin and gungan storyline

- “Anakin is the only pilot that got inside?”

- “do they run on wifi? They need a better router”

*duel of fates

- “Im telling you he’s flying.”

- “he’s not going to stay dead, right?” (Despite seeing mail cut in half, she has doubts)

- “this doesn’t make sense. He’s an apprentice”

- “isn’t the wound catarized?”

- (when quigon speaks his final words) “No! If Anakin becomes evil, im going to be angry” she really doesn’t know anything about Star Wars

- “this was just one movie, will” asked me his name, “quigon show up again?”

- she hasn’t even noticed palpatine and the chancellor are the same person

- “I hope this guy doesn’t become evil and didn’t use her to become the leader” (about the chancellor)

- “yay” when Anakin become obi wans apprentice

- “they just burn him? What? Do they at least keep his ashes?” (About quigon)

- “is that your childhood crush?” She knows I had a crush on Anakin skywalker it it was episode 2 Anakin (I was a kid)

- “this is sad” asked me quigon’s name a couple more times

- “It’s cool, they formed an alliance but are they not going to crush the orb? It looks crushable” and she was very disappointed when the orb was not crushed

- final thoughts: she liked the characters and the action, next is episode 2

#Star Wars #star wars prequels #the phantom menace #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #She really made watching this movie extra special #it felt like I was watching it again for the first time

[jayjaymorgan]

Rexwalker Week - Day 2, Tatooine

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

Tag list : @rexwalkerweek, this story is based on @farkmagic’s drawing

TW : mention of death

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

That’s what my mother used to tell me.

We used to sit at our home’s doorstep after both of the suns came down and watch the stars as my mother pointed at the constellations, telling me all she knew about them. The three moons would already hang above the village by the time she was done, then she would hug me close to her chest and carry me to my bed, wishing me a good night. In moments of doubt, when I had a hard time believing in myself, thinking that there’s no future for me out there and I’ll die as a slave, she would reassure me, telling me that I was destined to do great things. She could feel it in her gut, she could hear the universe calling out to me, wanting me to join it among the stars. That’s why my name was Skywalker, because I was meant to walk on the sky.

She never failed to cheer me up.

When Qui Gon and Obi-Wan took me away, I didn’t realize I lost one of the most important people in my life. I was so happy to go out and see the world I didn’t even look back, leaving my mother behind.

By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late to go back. When I did go back, she was gone. At some point I wanted to leave the Order, after struggling to get a handle over my emotions and impatience with my learning, I started questioning my place in the Order and the galaxy at large, and if being a Jedi is what I’m meant to be. I could hear the galaxy calling out to me and I had to answer. I couldn’t wait.

Skill is the child of patience.

Obi-Wan convinced me to stay, inspiring me after he provided support and peace to a small planet. He made a promise to Qui-Gon, to train me, and he was ready to leave the Order with me just to help me finish my training and I didn’t want him to leave it all behind just for me. He told me that I always been one of the most naturally skilled Jedi, but lacked patience. I was often unable to control my emotions. Saying those words, he promoted the idea that patience was more important that skill, that skill itself is useless if there is no serenity and mindfulness to go along with it. A message I sorely needed to listen to. He’s a good person and I felt guilty for lying to him about me and Rex. But I think he knew from the very beginning, just acted like he didn’t.

I’m glad he was my master.

To be angry is to be human.

After my mother died, Padmé was there for me.

There’s a reason why so many politicians and civilian looked towards Padmé in a time of need – she always seemed to find the right words to bring comfort to a person. This was certainly proved when she comforted me when I was struggling to come to terms with the loss of my mother. Although it’s forbidden for Jedi to have any attachments, she let me know that it was okay to express my thoughts and feelings. The anger and grief I felt over losing my mother was a natural pasrt of life and did not make me weak in any shape or form. Regardless of what I’ve been told by the Jedi about my legacy, I was just as human as the rest of them.

I’m happy to be able to call her my friend.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you, master, it’s that following direct orders isn’t always the best way to solve a problem.

Even though I was the one who was supposed to be the teacher, Ahsoka taught me many important things.        

We didn’t get along at first, but with time we developed a close relationship, similar to a sister and big brother. We looked out for each other, ready to put our lives at stake to ensure that the other one was safe and sound. To be honest, I liked her snippy attitude, it made her stand out. She had this... spark. She was not afraid to speak up and express her thoughts. She was witty and brave, could easily adapt to a new situation and environment, and, most importantly, was not afraid to improvise if thing went wrong and not according to the plan. She saw her men as equal to her and knew their names by heart, and when asked she explained that she did it to make them feel less anonymous and more noticed. It worked wonders and the morals were much higher than usual.

She was a good kid.

I don’t regret taking her in as my padawan.

The war left its scars on all of us.

Rex stood out from the others.

Not just the clones, but also from the other people who were so important in my life. While I loved my mother, my master, my friend and my apprentice in a platonic way, Rex was the love of my life. He was the person I talked to about everything, not just the war plans, strategies or new assignments, no. He knew all about my dreams, plans for future, worries and doubts. He was the person I wanted to spend my life with.

And that’s why we’re here, on Tatooine.

There’s an old tradition, where people on Tatooine take their partners to meet their parents, who then would approve their marriage and give the couple their blessing. My mother often told me that she would love to meet the person who my heart chose, mainly to pull them aside and tell them to treat me right or she’ll have their head. I wanted to fulfill her wish, so both me and Rex traveled through the galaxy and arrived on my home planet at sunset. We walked to my mother’s grave and just stood in silence for some time, as the three moons took their rightful place on the sky. After some time he told me that he’ll give us a moment, saying that he’ll start a fire and wait for me there. He gave me a kiss and walked away while I looked back at the gravestone with my mother’s name on it. A few tears escaped my eyes as I thought about what could have been if she had not died, until I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Rex, who has a worried, but kind look on his face.

I think she’s very proud of you, wherever she is.

He guided me to the fire and we sat down, with a blanket wrapped around our shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence as he drew circles on my back, until I took out something from my pocket and presented it to him.

It was a ring, made from scraps of metal.

An engagement ring, to be exact.

My mother made it soon after I was born and gave it to me just before I left with Obi-Wan and Qui Gon. It wasn’t anything fancy, it looked like an ordinary signet with decorative carvings, but the fact that it was a gift from my mother made it priceless. Rex looked at me with confusion as I explained why we were here : I told him about the tradition and my mother’s wish, the story behind the ring and that I wanted him to take it.

As soon as I was finished talking he looked at me with a wide smile, eyes filled with tears, as he nodded his head and whispered one, single word.

Yes.

#rexwalker #rexwalkerweek #My writing #The Clone Wars

[corruptedforce]

Stubbornness is a family Trait || & Luke

[ Plotted starter with @mayxthexforce ]

Luke Skywalker was the most stubborn, insufferable person he had ever met in his entire life, and he had spent the last forty plus years dealing with himself, so that said something.

He had spent years now, trying to get him to believe there was good in him. Was there good in him? He didn't even know if he believed it, except he did. Obi-Wan had given up on him, when he left him all alone on Mustafar to die, refused to help him, but Luke hadn't given up on him, despite the fact that he had put him through unspeakable things. He still wanted him to remember who he was.

Who was he though? Was he Darth Vader, the Sith Lord, who had inspired fear in many, who could force choke with a look? Did Anakin Skywalker even exist within Darth Vader? He had long ago pushed down everything good about himself, well the good that those considered good of him, when they had thought about Anakin Skywalker. It wasn't that he didn't know he was Anakin Skywalker. The Sith had just long replaced the man, who was supposed to be great, but had failed.

It had not been the general consensus that they should save him, to begin with. But, his son had been stubborn, and he didn't remember much after that. He'd passed out and then he'd been in a medical center and had to have several surgeries. He had a different set up now, not a suit so much, but he was still in a brace for a while under his clothes. He had to often wear a rebreather collar, to help him breathe, and he had a defibrillator in his chest. The rebreather was needed a lot of the time, but in small amounts, he could take it off and breathe room air. He'd received lung transplants, because go figure, that was an option.

What he really hated though, were the glasses that he had to wear. The doctors had said it would be years if ever, before he could have more surgery. He'd possibly force choked the doctor, which had gotten Luke a look, that look, he clearly didn't want to change.

Did he want to change? Was he a Jedi? Was he a Sith? He sure as fuck was not a Rebel.

He rarely was left alone, because well, he tended to do stupid things, like do more than he was supposed to do, even when he was watched. But, it was difficult for him not to piss off certain people. To be honest, he did it on purpose, because he still had to find some way to be a menace.

When he was alone, he communicated through the force with Obi-Wan, a lot. When he had passed out on the way back, he had asked his forgiveness and they had talked. Obi-Wan was teaching him things and had managed to not be an insufferable bastard yet. That was a hole in him that he hadn't realized, that he needed to be filled. He needed those talks, even if they still bickered.

Today had been an issue though. The last week, his babysitter had been his person that was his 'it's complicated' with, and they'd survived. He had gotten up and finally, had at least sat down to appease her.

But today, they had seen fit to send Han fucking Solo to babysit him. He was technically the lone survivor of the Jedi Council, the Grandmaster, which he liked to think about because somewhere out in Force Ghost land was Yoda. That damn elf would hate the fact, but he hadn't made him master and really, he was the Grandmaster and technically, he was a Jedi again, even if he wasn't claiming that fact...yet.

He and Solo had stared each other down for a good hour. He'd told him he didn't deserve his daughter. Han had told him he didn't deserve her as a daughter, which he agreed with him on and he was sure Leia was somewhere agreeing on, as well. But, that was a whole other story, and it was not this morons business. He really could force choke him and slice him up with his lightsaber, only Leia would hate him even more than she already did.

When Han had gone out to his ship to get something and taken too long, Vader had done the mature thing and locked the door, even putting something in front of it, so he couldn't get back in.

Now, he didn't like how things looked in here. He still didn't like when things didn't seem in order. Years of being in the suit had caused him to be in a sterile environment at times, and he had decided he could clean. The problem was, he had been overdoing it and breathing room air too long and he got lightheaded and groaned, trying to sit down but hit his head on a table and knocked himself out, still without his rebreather.

#mayxthexforce #(Luke) #V: I control who I am now (Vader survives Return of the Jedi)