#astromech socket

[sw5w]

Nope

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:51:32 - 01:51:33

Could the unidentified symbols here be "kill marks" based on concept art of the Vulture droid starfighters? (Seen here in concept art by Doug Chiang) Maybe the N-1 was built and painted before the CGI Vulture droid design was finalized?

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Battle of Theed #Battle of Naboo #N-1 starfighter #Bravo Seven #cockpit canopy #Anakin Skywalker #pilot seat headrest #astromech socket #unidentified symbol #R2-D2 #Futhark

[outercrasis]

The Distance - Ch 9

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 2.5k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Warnings: none really, just some technobabble

Summary: Din has another surprise in store for you.

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You wake up naturally the next morning. Leaves soften the harshness of the sun's early rays, dulling the light before it reaches you. Sleep leaves easily and you feel ready to start your day. 

It’s an easy jump from your hammock to the forest floor. The morning air has a slight refreshing chill – the sun not yet fully heating up the planet’s surface.

Back at the Chimera, you grab some breakfast and find that Grogu has already woken up and snuck out of the bedroom. He patiently waits for his morning meal, sitting on a cargo box and blinking at you. You glance at the door to Din’s room. Not sure of the last time you saw him have a full night’s rest you decide to not disturb him and take Grogu outside with you. It's already beginning to warm up.

You lay a blanket out on the grass and sit, slowly enjoying the rest of your breakfast. Grogu is interested in getting your attention, but soon finds himself more than content to play with Tex instead. Cleaning all the muck out from Tex's wheels later will be well worth it.

Stomach full and content with the kid's safety, you dive into the datapad you brought out, filled to the brim with information on the Chimera and N1. You’re glad to see that there’s nothing in Tex’s diagnostic report that suggests another part affecting the flux stabilizers. They probably just need a good clean sooner than expected – additional build up from the added weight of the N1 getting hauled around. 

The Chimera has an otherwise healthy readout. There's a few parts you'll keep an eye out for at the next shop you come across, wanting to have them on hand, but it's nothing pressing.

Now you can get to what you're really excited for. The N1's schematics. You've recently been pouring over the old blueprints and documents you'd gathered on the N1 model, refreshing your memory on the intricate machinery. 

The Naboo engineers were truly innovators. The way they fit everything in like a jigsaw puzzle, streamlining the starfighter design and improving on it in nearly every way. It’s nearly perfect – a showpiece and a devastatingly effective weapon. You’re dying to see the changes Din made to the ship.

The change to the astromech socket was obvious from when you first laid eyes on the ship, but seeing the way the life support system was rerouted to the second area is another work of art. It’s a closed loop system with the main cockpit, ionic filtration keeping the air clean for both parties. The way the new ducts were added looked like they were always meant to be there.

The twin J-type engines are still intact despite the front cones being removed to expose the engine core. In addition to improved aesthetics, the streamlined look has the benefit of assisting with the ship’s speed and aerodynamics. It’s clear that speed is what Din was looking for – the cryogenic density combustion booster on the rear thruster unlike any modification you’ve ever seen before. Whatever mechanic worked on this ship knows their stuff for it to even work.

You audibly gasp when you discover the kineso-switch in the N1’s schematics. That is definitely not part of the stock model’s features. You’ve only ever seen a switch like that in the schematics of podracers or battlecruisers – the most reckless and most capable of handling that level of power. It’s hard to believe it’s even on the N1. Looking closer, you notice the cerium quantum limiter attached, which must be the only thing keeping the ship from shredding into pieces every time it’s used.

You continue to pour over the N1's readout. You make some notes here and there about some maintenance or possible improvements, but overall the ship is a beauty. Din took an already fast ship and souped it up to be one of the fastest in the galaxy – even without the hyperdrive booster ring. 

As distracted as you are, you don't notice the time slip past. At some point Tex and Grogu make their way back over to you and Grogu cuddles up beside you for a small sunny nap. You take the opportunity to bounce some ideas off Tex, trying to plan out a workable maintenance and upgrade schedule for both ships in your care.

You haven't given much thought as to where Din might be until you hear his footsteps on the Chimera's ramp. Looking in his direction, your mouth goes completely dry.

Din's at the end of the ramp completely devoid of his beskar, save for the helmet, casually rolling up the sleeves of his tight black undershirt. For a moment you think you're hallucinating.

There are days where you nearly forget that underneath all the armor he’s just a man. A broad, terrifying, warrior of a man, but a man all the same. Without the beskar he seems more real, more tangible. He isn’t just some impenetrable suit of armor this way, he’s soft and exposed. 

That's not to say he isn't still a large or intimidating figure. The beskar might add to the effect, but he's clearly still a force of his own. There's no hiding the wide set of his shoulders or strength of his arms without his usual layers to keep them covered up.

It makes sense to you now how he’s able to move so silently with his flashy second skin. All of his movements are fluid and natural – as though he’s never uncertain about what his next step will be. Watching the way his body moves is intoxicating. You hardly even realize that you’re staring until the t-visor turns to face you.

You look away quickly despite your obvious stare and clear your throat. You hope you can play it off as simple shock and not the gawking it had been. You look back to the datapad, trying to appear as engrossed as you had been a few moments before. The information on there might as well all be in Wookie now for all that you're processing it.

Din’s footsteps approach but you decide to ignore him. It might be best to not say anything until he does. 

He nudges you with his foot. “Up," he says.

You easily relent and tilt your head up towards him. He fills your vision, blocking out the sun with his broad frame. His arms are casually folded over his chest and you're overcome with two thoughts.

The first is that this is the most skin you've ever seen Din show at once. Both hands and forearms are bare and for a moment you consider asking if it's sacrilegious for him. You think better of it.

The second is the realization that Din has tattoos. You didn't notice them from a distance, but they're entirely impossible to miss now.

Heavy black ink decorates both arms and runs up underneath where his shirt still covers. The designs are symmetrical, feeling reminiscent of the appearance of his armor. Heavy, bold, and sharp lines with carefully designed curves. You want to reach out and trace them with your finger.

"Trying out a new look, big guy?" you tease, doing your best to distract from the multitude of thoughts currently racing through your mind. 

“Beskar seemed like a bad idea for what I have planned for you today.” That peaks your interest.

“What's that?"

It can't be blaster practice again. He'd left the armor on for that – a smart move all things considered. A stray blaster bolt wasn’t likely with the range he set up, but there’s always the possibility. 

“You’ll see, come on.”

You get the sense Din is enjoying being cryptic with you. He did it yesterday with the blasters and now today with whatever he has planned. It’s cute – there’s a lightness to it that you’ve never seen from him before. You refrain from telling him I told you so about this little break.

About a hundred yards from the Chimera, Din suddenly stops. Turning around, he slides his suspenders off his shoulders and asks, “Are you ready, can'gal?”

You have no idea what he’s talking about. And why is he getting further undressed? The two of you standing in a random part of the field – no range set up, no objects nearby in the grass, just you, an almost completely beskar-less Din, and the dirt beneath your feet. 

“Ready for what?”

Din taps his chest. “Hit me.”

You can’t help but laugh. He has to be joking. “What?” you manage to wheeze out.

He doesn’t seem bothered by your laughter, but he does seem a bit more serious than before. Din taps his chest again. “Hit me.”

You stop laughing, narrowing your eyes at him. His helmet gives away nothing, but he must mean it. Din wants you to punch him for some reason. You move slowly, just in case, and square up. You pull back your dominant hand and punch him as hard as you can, right in the center of his chest. He doesn’t even move and now your hand hurts. 

“Is that it?” he asks, his voice calm and even.

“What's that supposed to mean?” you ask, shaking out your hand.

“It means you’re going to have to try harder.”

You set your jaw and square up again. You throw another punch with the same results. For a chest that looks soft under his tight undershirt, it’s shockingly solid. It’s annoying how unphased he is by your attempts.

You start to square up again when Din reaches out and takes your hand. The unexpected touch makes you freeze for just a moment. His hand easily engulfs yours, but his hold is gentle.

“Your fist is too loose,” he tells you. Carefully, he repositions your fist, bringing your thumb in tight over your fingers. “Now, try again.”

You steel yourself, keeping your hand how Din positioned it. You punch him again. He still doesn’t move, but this one at least forces a grunt of air out of his lungs. 

“Better.”

Din has you keep using him as a personal punching bag. You'd worry if it seemed like your punches had any affect on him at all. There's the occasional grunt, but that's about all the feedback you get. He's a statue. An annoyingly large, beefy, and warm statue.

After a while, he must decide you have the basic form down because he begins to lightly spar. Din throws out simple punches here and there, forcing you to block and making note of what you do to fight back. None of your punches are landing anymore – his are. 

He’s obviously holding back, only using a fraction of his strength, but the punches still hurt. As he slowly tears you down physically, he critiques you verbally, telling you when you’re too slow, too obvious, and too open. He takes advantage of these flaws, attacking you until you fall backwards, tripping over your own feet.

Your chest heaves as you look up at him. He barely glances at your miserable shape and says, “Get up.”

“Maker, give me a second,” you spit back. You hate this. He’s not even being mean about it, just distanced and calculating. You want to scream in frustration. There's none of the elation you felt at yesterday's target practice. 

You slowly get back up from the dirt and it starts all over again. Din makes small adjustments to your form, capitalizes on your weak spots, remains unaffected by any lucky shots you manage to land, and before you know it your backside is hitting the ground again. You stay there for a moment, reveling in your misery.

“K’atini!" Din shouts at you. "I don’t know how you even made it off Rishi."

You don’t recognize the first word he said, but you don’t like the tone in which he said it, and the reminder of your fight on Rishi just feels like a low blow. He’s not the kind, patient teacher you had while shooting yesterday. With hand-to-hand combat Din has become testy and you aren’t even sure why because you haven’t landed a punch in what seems like forever.

You force yourself back up to your feet and face him again. This time as you fight, Din stops his constant critique. Instead, he just aims for your weak spots, taking advantage of all the ways in which you leave yourself open.

“Cut it out!” you yell, barely blocking another punch.

“Nar dralshy’a, can’gal!” Din shouts back. You don’t think he notices that he isn’t speaking Basic.

You continue your attempts to land a single punch, anything, to no avail. It’s maddening. You’re trying your hardest, your absolute best, and it’s useless against him. You can hardly figure out what you’re doing wrong as you try to prevent further hits from landing. 

He isn’t going easy on you anymore. You know his punches still aren’t as hard as they could be, but they’re faster now, more complex, and barely giving you time to react to one before the other is flying at you. 

The final straw comes when a punch comes too close to knocking the air clean out of your lungs. No one can call this sparring or teaching anymore. You’ve had enough. You barely manage a block, turn on your heel, and march in the direction of the Chimera.

“We’re not done,” Din calls after you, his voice not leaving room for argument. You don’t look back. He's stupid if he thinks that'll work on you. His hand wraps around your wrist, not too hard, but enough to pull you back towards him. 

“I said, we aren’t done.” He drops your wrist as you turn back around. At least he isn’t willing to give you a totally unfair fight.

“Fuck off! I’m done, alright? I’m tired and my body hurts and I am done,” you shout.

Stepping forward, Din moves quickly to block your path. You stop short, staring angrily into his helmet where you assume behind it he’s staring right back. 

In a pattern that seems to be repeating itself over and over today, Din is unrelenting. You try to pass him again only for him to block you once more. You've never hated his brick wall of a body more.

You can feel the rage in every fiber of your being. Blood pounds in your ears and your muscles tense. A scream is welling in your throat – a demand for him to let you pass. Before you unleash your fury, Din suddenly grunts and collapses to one knee.

Looking down, you see Tex sitting right behind Mando with one of his arms out, the end still sparking blue. Under normal circumstances you'd admonish Tex and check to see if Din is okay but this isn't that. You take the opportunity Tex has given and run back to the Chimera.

Back in your room, you throw yourself onto your unmade bed and stare at the ceiling wondering what the fuck just happened.

Don't be too mad at Din, we'll get an explanation sooner rather than later here...

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[wolfnanaki]

The new trailer for The Mandalorian Season 3 just dropped and I have a feeling they’re about to expand on R5-D4′s backstory in a big way. Let me tell you why.

But first, I gotta talk about the N-1 starfighter. And its astromech droid socket.

It’s introduced in The Phantom Menace as the official ship of the Royal Naboo Security Forces, the corps responsible for protecting the Naboo monarchy. You’ll notice that unlike other well-known starships with droid sockets, this one seems to be too narrow for for an astromech droid to fit inside comfortably. Where’s the rest of its body?

The answer: they’re loaded in from underneath.

First they go in from beneath the ship, their body and legs are clamped in place, and then their head is extended to the top of the ship. Their head and body are still connected thanks to special next extension parts between the droid’s head and body.

But here’s the thing.

The neck extension is not a standard part. It’s a specialized part designed specifically for droids that are assigned to N-1 ships. In other words, an astromech droid that has that neck extension isn’t just a regular droid, but a droid that served one of the most important monarchies in the galaxy.

So that begs the question...

Why does R5-D4 have it?

#Star Wars #The Mandalorian #R5-D4 #R5D4 #astromech droid

[techniiciian]

“how’d you get a black eye?”

Matt glances up at @galaxycrxss from where he crouches on the floor. a sheepish smile spreads onto his face causing his good eye to crinkle. oil stained fingers tap twice on the dented top of his chaotic astromech.

"he got a little too excited to see me." he eyes the droid with affection before shaking his head with a warm laugh. nothing like taking a droid to the eye socket, at least they both had marks now.though a bruised eye might take a little bit longer to heal than removing a dent.

his attentions turn back to the clone, pink embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he asks, "do you happen to have any bacta to spare? i could use a patch up."

#reports filed ( answered ) #( i hope this works for you owo ) #( tfw your astromech loves you a lil too much ) #galaxycrxss

[bh-52]

Every character in Lego Star Wars the Skywalker Saga should have voice lines and dialogue.

Also, some characters should have personal upgrades.

And they should make Echo able to use protocol droid and astromech droid sockets and consoles.

#star wars #lego skywalker saga #lego star wars

[blithe-imperial-underling]

Written on flimsiplast...

My hand is less steady today than usual but probably just due to being tired. Practice, practice.

I have the office nearly ready for the Commander's return. I only hope everything is up to his standards. He's placed a great deal of trust in me, leaving me to direct the preparation of his workspace on my own.

I noticed, on the specs, that the scomp sockets on the data tower were set at the usual hight, where they're ideal for an astromech. I had the work order adjusted to modify those to use the flexibile scomplink extensions we had at the Ministry. They retract when not in use, so they look almost like the regular, flush-mounted types.

This way, the Commander will be able to sit in the armchair I had brought in, and he can change positions as needed. Honestly, I don't know how they expected him to manage with them in their standard configuration for any length of time.

Today, I hunted down a technician to make the same modification to the desk in his quarters, which has its scomp set on the top, at an angle that makes sense for inserting a portable scomplink or data spike, but which the Commander would probably have had to sit on the desk to use.

I hope he doesn't mind that I was in his quarters, which adjoin the office. The door was open and it didn't appear he had had a chance to settle in yet. I just wanted to be sure the desk in there was set up properly, since it's probably the same one that was in there when this space was a science lab.

The desk has the usual holo projector and control panel that one would expect, plus a monitor that, I assume, connects to the cameras in the lab-turned-office. I assume that's to keep an eye on experiments without leaving the privacy of the living quarters.

The lab next to the Commander's quarters is working on some sort of botanical project. I met one of the aids on the project - a junior lieutenant who lives on site as I now do. Their lab is much larger than the Commander's office, with observation windows that face into the hallway so anyone walking past can see the plants inside.

Alright. Enough practice. Time to study and get some sleep.

*Disposed of promptly after being written*

#writing practice #blithe on the job

[fiatluxillustration-portfolio]

Fiat Lux Illustration is proud to present its first ever Kickstarter campaign to produce a large line of droid enamel pins! I've always loved robots and giant monsters so this collection is a long time coming!

We will have 35 days starting February 1st to unlock all the designs:

-BB8 : a model of the astromech droid manufactured by Industrial Automaton and active during the era of the Cold War, featuring a spherical body that allowed the droid to roll in any direction, with a head usually atop the body but not meant to be permanently physically attached to it (which would inhibit the droid's ability to roll around). Like earlier astromechs, the BB unit could fit into the droid socket of a starfighter.

-GNK -BD1 -K2SO -Chopper -R2D2 -NEDB -Battle Droids -B2EMO -C3PO -Pit Droid

This is my first foray into screen-printing on enamel pins which I am super thrilled about! Along with these designs, stickers, prints, digital downloads, and digital sketchbooks will be available!

Direct link to have a reminder at launch or to contribute your own pledge is linked at the top of my site

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[gahmah-raan]

The Phantom Razor is the personal starfighter of the Valkoran assassin, Arcidus. Despite bearing the basic cockpit design of some Valkoran vehicles such as the Firaxa-class starfighter, the Shyrack-class bomber and the Tuk'Ata-class hover tank, the Razor is a one-of-a-kind fighter. Designed for covert missions, the Razor is equipped with a cloaking device, technology incredibly rare for ships smaller than cruisers to have. Weapon systems include two dual-laser cannons, two proton torpedo launchers and six folding razor-sharp wings (hence the name) that can rotate to a saw-blade formation to slice apart any fighters that fly too close to it. Also of note is that the Phantom Razor is the only known starfighter in the Valkoran arsenal to take advantage of an astromech socket. However, this socket can only be interfaced by Valkoran-made astromech droids, such as Arcidus's droid and copilot, V7-L20.

If there are any regrets I have with this piece in hindsight, it’s making Veeseven’s head too big, which ended up making the ship look smaller than it should be. (Unless Valkoran astromech droids are much larger than normal)

#star wars #paranormalities #Valkoran Empire #Phantom Razor #Original starship #fan design #Arcidus #Stealth fighter

[kingmaker-a]

To Fall | Siyeon Star Wars AU

Sequel to Temptation Warnings: Brief depictions of death, war, fire, injury and vomiting. Mentions of refugees, blood, character death and scars. Brief mention of lightsaber forms But is mostly replaced with vehicle nerdiness. Angst warning, though it can be avoided if you stop reading after they sleep for the night.

Genre: Star Wars AU - Padawan! Siyeon X Skilled! Gender Neutral Reader.

Wordcount: 5551

Average read time: 22 minutes

"How good is your piloting Siyeon?" You asked as you approached her starfighter. The plan was to punch a hole in the Separatist offence to allow the transporter to reach hyperspace.

"Better than yours y/n," she said as she entered the cockpit. You noticed it was a customised variant of ARC-170. Typically a starfighter piloted by a trio of clone troopers, you noticed a lack of a third seat for a tail gunner. "Don't think I forgot about your dad trying to teach you."

Your father was a kind and patient man but you could tell even he was reaching his limit with you. "You were his favoured student in that regard," you said with a smile.

She notices your eyes scan over the seat behind her almost hesitantly. "Oh, right. I ripped out the tail gunner seat and replaced the co-pilot seat with a swivel seat," she explained excitedly, her face alight with radiance. Her hand rotated the seat behind her before she locked it in place with a lever on its right side. "The co-pilot controls also swivel so you can adjust shielding while using the gunner controls, which I moved closer to the co-pilot seat. I wanted to just put a camera in the back instead of putting everything on a swivel, but I couldn't find any decent displays or cameras when I was last on Tatooine. Regardless the swivel was cheaper."

You couldn't help but smile as she got last in her excitement. You knew she always loved tinkering with things. You remember when your dad would tinker with his project ship and how he struggled to get it to work. Siyeon hesitantly approached him at the age of six and suggested recalibrating the foils so it wouldn't over-heat. Your father was at his wit's end so he accepted the idea eagerly. The pure excitement on her face as the ship surged to life was a happy memory.

"How come you did all that?" You asked curiously, though part of you knew that'd just be happy to talk more about her ship. 

"So I could make it faster, duh." She said with a laugh. It also had the bonus of being surprisingly spacious for an ARC170. "I also removed the old astromech socket since it was fried to shit. Not to mention it'd make it super hard to see the tail gun. You'd be shooting blind. It made plenty of room for an auxiliary engine and some hyperdrive mods."

You jumped in the cockpit noting that it was surprisingly well finished on the inside. There weren't wires everywhere like her earlier projects. You did notice a small astromech peer up at you from its spot on the floor. 

"That's R3K5, don't mind him. He's really friendly once you get to know him," she said with a smile.

The mech beeped in response, when you were younger you knew a decent amount of binary. But, that knowledge had faded with time in the Jedi temple. Though you could tell he was giving Siyeon shit about something. What exactly you didn't know.

You watched as she turned to glare at him slightly. Probably in an attempt to get him to shut up. "You better be quiet Wreck or I'll fuse you to the ship," she said with a half-defeated sigh. 

"What was that about?" you asked cocking an eyebrow.

"We just have the sort of relationship, where we talk shit." She said noticing your lack of understanding. "You really forgot binary huh? I mean I'm not surprised, the only reason I didn't was early on in my training with Master Castor I was isolated from other people. I found Wreck in a destroyed starfighter and fixed him up."

Despite their dynamic, you could tell by the fixtures around Wreck that she cared about him immensely. No part of the astromech was exposed outside and the metal surrounding his domed head was probably the thickest part of the ship. No doubt if you asked her she'd say something about it being a weak point to have your astromech on the outside or the thick plating was to protect the mods she made. "How fast can this thing go?"

"120 MGLT, though in theory, I could probably push it to 130." Without even seeing her you could tell she was smiling as the starfighter began its lift-off sequence.

"Jesus christ Singni, that's faster than even the newest Jedi Starfighter," you say in shock as you feel pride emanate off of her.

"Your dad taught me well, though I don't know if I can actually drive it at that speed," she quickly adds as you leave the hangar bay. "Do you think you could switch on comms?"

She passes you a headset as you switch on comms. 

"Wolf-1 reporting for duty," she called out through comms as you noticed the fighting happening around you. "Any surviving pilots I need you to form on my six."

However, before she even gets a response she's already bursting into action. You were lucky your seat had a lock otherwise you'd have no doubt thrown up. You heard Wreck beep at you from below, before Siyeon could even attempt to translate, you understood.

Behind.

You quickly unlocked your chair and swivelled to the gun controls. You saw a squadron of droid fighters staring you down. Well as much as droids could at least. As you began taking shots you felt your view flip upside down as Siyeon took evasive action.

This was gonna be harder than you thought.

You watched as your shots veered too wide to hit their marks. As you attempted to compensate you could hear Siyeon speaking under her breath.

"6....7....8..9...10." It took you a little to realise those were the number of droids she'd destroyed. Despite her hard work, clone ships were falling around you. Even as you tried to reach out to the force to assist you, you failed to hit your marks. However, as you tempted the idea of digging deeper as explosions rippled around you and corpses of clone troopers filled your view.

You felt something, the embrace of fresh air shrouded in moonlight, the embrace of home.

The embrace of Kashyyyk.

You tossed cans in the air as Siyeon tried her best to hit them with arrows. Every time she was about to hit her mark you nudged it slightly with the force. She couldn't notice at the time as her own force potential was in its infancy.

Honestly, you figured she didn't have the potential. 

You could hear her frustration before she steeled her concentration, a look of determination crossing her face. 

You did as you usually did and tossed the can in the air. However, as you nudged the can to the side it landed with a thud.

Arrow, dead centre.

Being the child of your parents you decided to experiment. After all, it could've been a lucky shot. However, no matter how much you altered the parameters she'd always hit her mark. 

Even if you nudged it as hard as you could last minute.

As you felt the smell of wroshyr trees embrace your soul, you saw through her eyes. 

You saw rivers of light in the night sky. The stars are the destination and the journey. You traced the art of the galaxy with your eyes before snapping back to reality.

You watched as your shots landed mid-barrel roll. Flowing like stones down a river. "You're welcome," you heard behind you.

"Thanks, Singni." You said as you fired a couple more shots picking off some stragglers.

"This is Wolf-1, we've punched a hole in the separatist blockade. So you're free to move Grave Squadron." She points out. "We'll cover your exit, though beers are on you back at Coruscant, Grave-1."

You hear a laugh through comms. "Sure thing Commander Lee."

You watch as the transporter holding the refugees left the hangar bay with a squadron at its rear.   

it was oddly quiet, which unsettled you as you watched the transporter's hyperdrive power up.

Something was off.

You felt it before you could see it. You felt your thrusters kick into action as Siyeon surged her starfighter forward. You watched as Siyeon fired her entire complement of proton torpedos into open space. 

If you didn't feel it yourself, you'd think she finally lost it. "Grave Squadron initiate your hyperdrives now," she commanded desperately.

"Yes, commander," you heard as a separatist frigate boomed into view.  Though you noticed her torpedos had slipped behind their shields due to their sudden appearance.

You watch the transporter and Grave squadron blip away as an explosion rippled through the frigate.

"Be a dear and engage the hyperdrive," she said sweetly but you could feel the nervous energy emanating off of her. 

You hastily engaged the hyperdrive letting Wreck choose the destination but, just as you were about to take off into hyperspace a stray laser connected with one of your thrusters.

You felt a sudden jolt as entered hyperspace.

You heard a collection of clicks and beeps from below your feet.

 You hear Siyeon sigh, "what's the news?"

A pause and then another collection of clicks and beeps.

You hear Siyeon take a deep breath. "Alright, just pull us out of hyperspace near a hospitable planet and I'll release you from the socket."

Wreck beeps.

"What do you mean you can-" She says as her starfighter is violently ripped out of hyperspace.

Before you stood a sulfuric yellow nebula as you floated slowly towards it. "I'm gonna need your help with this one since Wreck doesn't know where we are," Siyeon pointed out grabbing the controls.

You quickly looked over the controls deciding to pump most of the power into the shields just in case. "What'd you need me to do?" you asked.

"I'm gonna need to connect to you through the force to help guide me through here. I'm a bit drained from earlier," she said as you felt the smell of the wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk fill your soul. You extend your connection forward to her.

"You can't play with y/n, little one," your master said. You open your eyes to see you're on Kachirho beach. Your master crouched beside a toddler Siyeon. "They're your greatest friend aren't they?"

She nods me meekly at the giant Wookiee. 

"They are very sick and we don't know what will happen to them." He inspects Siyeon closely, "Does that scare you?"

She nods her head again once again. "Then believe young one, believe in the force to guide you through life. Then fight with the strength of your ancestors at your back," he smiles as he pats her. You felt no fear in his heart at his words. They were not whispered lies meant to assage a child's fears.

He meant them.

You felt flashes of memories through your brain. The ghost of a coughing fit leaves your lips as you stare back into young yellow eyes. You can see the weakness in the small child, most of all you can feel it in your chest.

You snap back to as Siyeon lands in what looked like a ruined city. If you had to guess by all the overgrown vegetation this city probably was abandoned thousands of years ago. As the cockpit opened up you felt a rush of something come over you as you scrambled to get out.

As your feet hit hard concrete your body purges itself of your recent food. Siyeon quickly rushes over and checks on you. "Is your vision okay?" worry audible in her voice.

The whole place just feels off as you wobble for a second before settling. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably all the Gs catching up with me," you suggest.

"Alright, y/n. Just try to take it easy okay?" She asks rubbing your back slowly.

"Where are we anyway?" You asked as you wiped your mouth with the edge of your robe sleeve. 

"I dunno, navcom and Wreck had no data on this place," she said pressing a button to disengage Wreck.

"Well, that's odd considering people lived here at some point." You pointed out. A piece of stone covered in vegetation caught your attention.

"How long will repairs take Wreck?" she asked the small purple astromech. The boom of thunder in the distance meant the planet wasn't going to do you any favours.

You heard a succession of clicks and beeps as you brushed away the vegetation. You were greeted by a symbol, a hexagon with six arrows extending outwards contained within a slightly bigger hexagon.

It meant nothing to you.

"12 hours?" she says astonished, he beeps in response. "No, I don't wanna help you in the pouring rain."

Almost right on queue, the sky begins to flood with rain as Wreck can only watch on as Siyeon grins as she skips over to you. "I think it's time we found some shelter don't you think?"

You couldn't agree more as water slowly seeped into your robes. "Lead the way commander Lee."

You're able to find a suitable source of shelter in the form of an old hotel. Though you originally planned to find your own room Siyeon was able to convince you to share a room for security reasons. 

After all, if something did happen to either of you. It would stand to reason that'd be easier to react as a duo. Though it didn't calm either of your nerves.

Despite the lack of power, you manage to safely start a controlled fire while Siyeon made a makeshift chimney shaft. 

Still wearing your soaked robes was doing you no favours. So you slowly removed your outer robes and accompanying armour pieces. Though you take some time to look over your gauntlets. They had the same finish as Grave's armour, a gift from him for your birthday. You would later learn from some of his troops that he'd spent days forging them himself to afford the best protection for you.

You vaguely remember the material being extremely important.

As you're left in an undershirt, which was nothing but a glorified singlet, pants and boots you could feel Siyeon's nerves spike. You turn around to see her avert her eyes with a gulp. "Everything okay?" You ask as she looked back towards you.

"..Uh, yeah I was just building up the courage to do the same," she said her eyes scanning over you. You'd definitely developed a lot more muscle since the last time she'd seen you on Kashyyyk. Her eyes traced your muscles until she noticed the small scars and burns on your arms. 

You watched her slowly disrobe her upper half leaving her in an undershirt much like your own. "When did you get those?" She said looking at your arms.

"The older ones were from temple training from years ago. The newer ones? Geonosis." You said solemnly, Geonosis was your first real foray into combat. All the other times had been controlled situations. You still did better than most padawans that were drafted. You had Master Droll to thank for that one, he did his best to shield you from it as best as he could.

You peered over at her seeing if she had scars. She lacked any you could see. "I'm glad you did well on Geonosis," you say quietly.

"I wasn't on Geonosis," she whispers back. "I didn't become a padawan until a week after Geonosis."

"That's good, Geonosis was a mess. One minute, me and Master Droll were on a diplomacy mission on Naboo, the next minute we were on Geonosis fighting for our lives," you remember watching Padawan and Jedi Master alike falling around before spotting someone you hadn't seen since your initiate days. A Mandalorian girl who had been relegated to the service corps after her Master turned to the dark side. She shouldn't have been there.

You remember an explosion knocking her off-kilter sending her lightsaber flying. You dove in front of her calling her lightsaber to you as you attempted Jar'kai Shien for the first time. After all, you never really needed more than one lightsaber at the temple. Her lightsaber ignited into a golden-hued yellow. You held both in a reverse grip to defend a wider area behind you.

She sat there reeling from the explosion, her ears ringing the entire time as you defended her position. However, for every bolt deflected back there was five more. For every droid, you successfully destroyed with Shien another one would take its place. 

Their march was endless and unceasing. Eventually, a shot nicked your knee causing your form to falter as you slipped onto one knee. Yet, you still did your best to deflect shots as you attempted to stand back up. Unsuccessfully at first, you could feel the whisper to embrace the pain to push through. But you remembered your Master's teachings and trusted the force to guide you.

"Grave, I'm gonna need a gunship or something to save a downed padawan," you asked, not exactly sure on what you were allowed to ask for.

"Right Commander, I'll send a detachment as soon as I can. Where is the location?" He asked over his transponder. You could hear the howl of combat roaring fiercely on his end. 

"On me, I don't know how long I can last," you pointed out as shot skimmed your elbow. While you tried your best not to scream out in pain. Grave no doubt heard as you heard him politely requisition the biggest gun he could find.

"My commander needs me and unless you wanna be on the other side of this gun I suggest you get me on next gunship asap," he grunted before turning off his transponder. You realised he'd been quieter in the subsequent months after Geonosis. Though you were told he did get in trouble after Geonosis.

You fought through the pain as you deflected another three shots before you were hit in the thigh of the opposite leg. Then another in the shoulder, yet you still fought as your vision blurred slightly from the pain. Your movements get slowly by the moment.

Even when you were close to blacking out, you continued to fight. You attempted to dig into the force remembering your times with Minji. Hoping you could pull off something with half her power as you just tried to push forward.

A gust of wind is summoned from behind you. It was nowhere near as strong you wanted. However, as you watched a familiar Wookiee jump overhead lightsaber as blaster fire rained down from above. 

Back up had arrived.

You were surprised to see only Grave bringing down absolute hell down on the droids. The rest of the detachment were medics looking over the Mandalorian girl. "Thank you, Commander, we may only be clones of a Mandalorian. But, we respect you looking out for one of our own."

You smile as you stumble over before getting caught by Grave. "There's no rush kid, she'll be alright. Ah, General Droll."

It would see your Master had fended off the assault. "What's the plan Master?"

"You're getting exfilled," he said as he gestured towards the gunship. 

"I can still fight," you said attempting to stand without Grave's assistance. Only to faint.

"You've got a good kid on your hands."

Siyeon frowns at your words, which surprises you slightly. You were used to her having some sort of front, even when she nearly died she held it up. "I passed my initiate trials the day Geonosis happened. I remember hearing about Geonosis, I begged any Master to let me be their Padawan."

"Well that's certainly one way to become a Padawan," you teased with a smile. She quickly hit you in the knee and not softly.

"I'm being serious here," she said staring you in the eye. "I wasn't thirsty for battle like other initiates. I was... just. I was just."

She takes a deep breath as her eyes flutter rapidly. Her eyes clamp shut. "I was just so worried about you y/n." You see her try her best to fight it off but the tears flow anyway. She does her best to try and hide it. 

You reach out with your hand which eagerly clasps with her own. She turns back to you. "I thought I'd lost you," her voice cracks as she speaks. Yet she continues, "I was finally catching up to you and then you get drafted into a war. I was so scared you were dead in a ditch somewhere. I'd already lost you once."

You pull her closer as she begins to sob into your chest. 

Slowly her sobs lessen as you lie down on the floor. Her head resting on your chest as you rake your fingers through her hair. The rain brought you comfort as the fire embraced you with warmth. You closed your eyes and imagined you were still on Kashyyyk. You were with Siyeon embracing life without war or the force.

Peace.

You feel Siyeon's hand caress your cheek, you open your eyes finding yourself back in the hotel. She looks up at you, the warmth of the fire highlighting every beautiful feature on her face. She smiles sweetly at you, "sorry for waking you." She whispers.

"It's okay, everything alright?" You ask softly, her eyes entrancing your own. 

You watch as her smile falters. Replaced with a rarely seen seriousness. "I'm not losing you again."

Your hand caresses her cheek, you watch as she smiles tenderly at your touch. "You won't," you promised her eyes scanning your lips. 

She seals your promise with a deep kiss. Her luscious lips met yours in a moment you'd dreamed of. Elation spikes through your blood as she runs her hands through your hair. 

Your lips part begrudgingly. 

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," she said with a smile.

You're awoken by a feeling not so much as a noise. You quickly rush to the bathroom as your body tries to purge itself once again. Thankfully nothing comes up as you wash your face in the sink. However, as your gaze shifts to the mirror, you notice your eyes are yellow.

You blink and it's gone.

Before you can even rack your brain you feel a disturbance enter the vicinity. You quickly rush to the bedroom summoning your lightsaber to you. However, as you notice Siyeon's sleeping form and how peaceful she looked you couldn't bring yourself to stir her. 

Hopefully, the problem wasn't too bad. You don your robes and armour as quietly as possible.

You find the disturbance drawing you to what you assumed was the city square. The rain pelted down harshly as you scanned around the rubble.

"Welcome to Dromund Kaas, capital to the old Sith Empire," Someone cackled from behind a plume of smoke. Footsteps indicating their approach. A red blade cackling to life through the smoke. "As well as the birthplace of the Conspiratorum." 

You watched as the figure left the smoke revealing Master Castor. Though the Echani looked vastly different than when you last saw him. Gone was his refined appearance and his stoicism, replaced with a manic look in his silver eyes and what you hoped was red paint marring his face. His silver hair unruly and messy. 

It seemed his whole personality had been a facade as you noticed even noticed his double-sided lightsaber had been replaced for a single saber.

"Now then, who should I take on as my apprentice?" He said, his smile making you grimace. You ignite your lightsaber watching as steam flows off your blade.

"I'd never be your apprentice," you scowl as you entered a defensive Djem So stance. You hear him tut his mouth at your words.

"You have no choice in the matter y/n," he points out with a laugh. "It's either you or Siyeon. Her attachment to you will lead to her fall."

You hated hearing him speak. You could tell he was taunting, the worst part was that it was working.

"But, to think the attachment went both ways," he laughed yet again, it was grated your ears. "So now I get my pick of the juiciest fruit for the Darkside." 

You were sick of hearing him talk, your legs dug into the ground as you pounced at the former master.

He deflected your blow with the greatest of ease. "You have no chance against me young l/n. I'm an Enchani, combat is the language of my people. Don't think I didn't study your movements. I know what move you're gonna make before you do."

You can't help but scowl as you feel frustration building within you. You took a deep breath as you adjust your form. Form II otherwise known as Makashi or the Contention Form. You disliked using it after finding out Count Dooku was leading the Separatists.

But as a result, this would no doubt through Master Castor off. "How about this Master Castor?" You said with a smirk.

However, he only smiles in turn. "Yes, yes! You have surprises that definitely puts you ahead of Siyeon. But, Master Castor I am no longer. I'm known now as Darth Atrocitus of the Conspiratorum," he said with a gleeful look in his eye. He was almost boasting to you. You could feel waves of pride coming off of him.

Taking that as a signal to attack you dashed deftly to his weak side and attempted a jab with your blade. However, as Atrocitus when to parry your strike, you danced backwards before engaging once again. You were relying on Makashi's footwork to see you through this fight. 

Or at the very least to allow you to survive long enough for help to arrive. Though you disliked the idea of Siyeon being around for this. Though you hoped your Master was still hot on Atrocitus' trail.

"Thinking of your master in a moment like this?" Atrocitus teased blocking your strike before pushing you back slightly with the force. "Your Master won't be coming Padawan."

His hand gathered a drop of blood off his face. Before tasting it. "Wookiee blood does taste so good."

You feel your rage flare to life remembering the small moments with your Master. He looked after you like he was your older sibling. You remember when rations were tight on Geonosis and he sacrificed his rations to make sure you were well fed.

The day he proudly returned to Kashyyyk his eyes alight with pride as he showed off to his parents. He promised that he'd take you back to see your parents when you became a knight.

A promise you were eager to keep.

A promise, now unfulfilled.

You quickly reverted to Djem So as you assaulted Atrocitus with an unending barrage. Each blow was stronger than the last, each strike slowly casting aside his guard.

Yet his laugh howled in your ears. "Yes, get angry. Hate me! Kill me!" He taunted, "Give into the Darkside."

You hated every fibre of his being. You wouldn't let him anywhere near Siyeon even if it was the last thing you did.

You could the dark clouds of the Darkside slowly infest your mind. You only needed to embrace it for a moment longer as you tossed Atrocitus' guard aside.

"Strike me down," he commanded.

A decisive blow was all you needed. However, you could feel your mind corrupting under the influence. The moments in the hotel flashed back to your mind. 

Her sweet doe-eyed smile as you shared in an embrace. 

Destroy him.

The tender embrace of her lips.

Leave nothing behind.

How could you bring yourself to be with her if you crossed that line?

You hesitate as you feel the embrace of the light side. 

"Weak," Atrocitus utters as he shocks you with Sith lightning. Sending you reeling backwards as he launches you away. Your head connects awkwardly with rubble and your vision goes blurry.

"You fall before Darth Atrocitus the Conspiratorum's Wrath," he utters with glee. "Siyeon will serve me well as an apprentice."

However, you hear the ignition of a lightsaber behind you. Your skin basking in its crimson glow as a black-clad figure steps over you. Their armour was ancient and worn. You feel like you're caught in a storm of pure malevolence. Yet you feel oddly safe like being in the eye of a hurricane.

"A pretender wishes to take up the title of Wrath and my name," You hear the figure state calmly. You still hear the makings of an imperial accent even through the rasp of the helmet. "A facsimile of a Jedi. A mere runt in the ways of the force. I'll show you the true power of the Darkside."

Siyeon peered over the pyramid in her hand. The Holocron of one Darth Nox. No doubt a wealth of knowledge and power. It was at most an insurance policy, something to dig into if your life was in danger.

She still tossed over the idea of just destroying it now to avoid temptation.  Your scars came to mind and she knew she wouldn't have the heart to destroy it.

She's brought out of her thoughts by an explosion of Darkside energy. She quickly activates her transponder. "Hey is y/n with you Wreck?" she asked worryingly.

"They're not with me lover girl," the droid quickly responds. "Your ship is ready to go though."

She doesn't respond instantly knowing you're in the thick of it. She hastily puts her gear on and races towards the city square.

Her eyes catch you and a man that looked like Master Castor. However, his movements were slightly off, they didn't have years of experience like Master Castor. Those small differences told her that he wasn't Master Castor. 

A clone, she reasoned.

She was thankful for teaching her to recognise people like an Enchani. A skill that had come in useful many times.

That's also how she knew you weren't the one in control. Your movements had too much experience and practice. Like someone who had gone through decades of war. Not to mention the change in favoured lightsaber form.

Juyo, the seventh form otherwise known as Ferocity Form. A form that had been banned in recent times due to it tempting many to the Darkside.

She watched as you effortlessly fended him back, you were toying with him. "You're not even a real Jedi and you pretend to be Sith?" You laugh slightly, the accent unrecognisable to Siyeon. But it was foreign. 

"I will lead a New Sith Empire," Atrocitus barks back even as his strikes get bounced back against your pure ferocity.

You deflect another blow before sending him careening into a wall with tremendous pressure. The wall begins to crack as you express more power in the force. "Dromund Kaas does not welcome you, would-be Atrocitus. You have no Sith blood in you."

She notices your yellow eyes look at her and she feels the fear surge in her heart. Scared she'd have to fight you under the influence of some other thing. She didn't want to hurt her y/n.

However, its influence over you falters as your feelings surface.

Atrocitus makes his counterattack as the external influence fights you again for control. "You really had me going there for a second runt."

His boot connects with your chest, you stumble backwards fighting the influence begging for control. Atrocitus knocks your lightsaber out of your hand with a smack.

Siyeon can only watch on in horror. Her legs carried her as fast they can but she knows she won't be fast enough. 

"Y/N!" She screams as Atrocitus only smiles as he swings at your head.

She watches as your body slumps over like a ragdoll. Sorrow surged through her veins as she stabs Atrocitus through the heart as he smiles. 

Pain brings your mind back to the front. You feel pain sear into your soul across the bridge of your nose, just below your eyes. 

Nothing breaks you more as you watch the yellow fade from her eyes.

You feel Kashyyyk burn around you as you feel her heartache as she looks at you.

She knew something was off about Master Castor, she knew that she should've said something when he first started acting strange. When he first started asking about you instead of worrying about her sense of attachment.

But instead, she viewed it as an easier way to find you again.

She was supposed to protect you, not send more harm your way.

You tried to say something, anything as shock began to grip her heart. But the pain gripping your body prevented you. You were barely still awake as it was.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered as cinder and ash filled your lungs. The flames roared to life as she pulled out a knife.

All you could do was watch as she severed her Padawan braid and placed it into your hand. Tears streamed down her face as she kissed your forehead. You felt the sorrow overwhelming her as she spoke. "I'm so sorry y/n."

You watch as she slowly gets up and grasps her former master's lightsaber. You push yourself to do anything, however, all you can do is reach out and croak out a single word. "Sin..gni."

Darkness accepts your consciousness.

Author notes: Sooooo there’s an antagonist group now. Things are now spiraling into me having to make more things up. Anyway I hope this interesting enough that you’ll keep reading. At the very least to see what I bring to the table in terms of flavour.

I hope the angst wasn’t too bad and the character arc set up was at least worth the potential pain. At the very least I like the direction I’m taking Siyeon’s character in this AU. I did originally plan to just make Siyeon a Dark Jedi out the gate. Not that I typically plan things out too much. That was just the vibe I was going for.

Anyway Dami is definitely up next for a chapter this time. Even if you see a teaser in response to this chapter for anything else.

I’m interested to see anyone’s thoughts on what I should do with some of the other members because I’m hesitant to make many more of them force sensitive. Not because I dislike the other members it’s just it feels like a waste to not explore some of the other ideas that are available in an AU like Star Wars

Anyway I hope you have a good start, rest of or end of your day.

Arohanui everyone.

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[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(This one is actually part of a fic that's roughly 48% complete and will be posted when closer to finished)

Star Wars 

EPISODE V:

Reign of Vader 

The Emperor is dead! The stability of Imperial Center is crumbling as the entire Empire reels from the news. There are rumors that EMPEROR PALPATINE was assassinated, not by THE REBELLION, but by his own allies!

In a stunning betrayal, the galaxy has now learned that it was EMPEROR PALPATINE himself who ordered the genocide of ALDERAAN, and that further massacres had been planned long in advance! Now, his former apprentice DARTH VADER has ascended to the throne, and the galaxy trembles at the birth of a new regime!

Unbeknownst to the Empire and the Rebellion alike, DARTH VADER is eager to continue his search for the pilot who destroyed the DEATH STAR. Now emperor, he has recalled ships from all over the galaxy for one purpose: to find LUKE SKYWALKER and bring him to Coruscant to face DARTH VADER once and for all...

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Jomark hung quietly in the cosmos of the Outer Rim Territories. Blue, and serene, and barely large enough to qualify as a planet at all. It would have been perfectly beneath the notice of the galaxy at large, had it not been so close to the Galidraan system. Getting into Jomark wasn’t so difficult, really. But with all the Imperial outposts in the Galidraan system, getting back out without attracting attention from patrols was another matter entirely.

A single X-Wing fighter was no match for a Destroyer even under the best of circumstances. Not without a wingman at least. But the plans for a full-blown extraction mission had fallen through, and Luke Skywalker was once again on his own.

Luke dropped the craft to slide between two TIE fighters, both of whom seemed to be bent on a collision course. Artoo screamed insults at them from his socket as they course-corrected and resumed pursuit. Colorful though they were, Luke couldn’t help agreeing with most of them.

“So much for regrouping,” he groaned. “Artoo, can you get a message to base? I think we’re going to have to take some detours before we get home.”

That was providing they managed to get away at all, but Luke didn’t let himself think of such things.

SLACK-BOLTED SCRAPHEAP DERIVATIVE-OF-A-STREET-SWEEPER! Artoo whistled as they turned the X-Wing 180 degrees to fire on the closer TIE.

YOUR PRIMARY TEMPLATE WAS A GARBAGE SCOW! 

“Artoo? The message?” Luke gritted his teeth and fired again. 

The TIE was keeping just out of range. That seemed unusual for an Imperial squadron.

AFFIRMATIVE, LITTLE PILOT. KEEP YOUR PLATING ON. I AM CAPABLE OF MULTITASKING.

Some pilots would have taken offense at the astromech’s attitude. But Luke had always liked the way Artoo treated him. It kind of felt, in a strange way, like he was flying with Biggs again. He’d never particularly cared for the way most people treated droids like disposable objects. Just because someone programmed their personalities to tend towards certain things didn’t mean they didn’t have feelings, right? 

“Oh stars, here comes the rest of the gang,” Luke sighed.

There was a twinge of warning in the Force and he pulled the X-Wing to the left. “Bad timing, boys.”

THEY DO SEEM TO HAVE INCREASED THEIR EFFORTS.

“No kidding!” 

Luke twisted out of the way of three more TIE fighters. They were surrounding him, occasionally diving at him, but no shots had been fired. “Oh kriff, I hope this isn’t because of the bounty.”

It took at least two days for news from the Core to get all the way to the Outer Rim Territories. By the time word had reached the Alliance that the worst-case scenario had come to pass and Darth Vader had become the emperor, he’d already been on the throne long enough to make several conspicuous changes in tactics. All ships currently engaged in combat had been reassigned to one particular mission: find the pilot who destroyed the Death Star.

General Rieekan had planned an extraction mission to get his lieutenant safely off of Jomark. But with the Fleet out in force through the entire Outer Rim, it had become extremely dangerous. Ships in regular lanes of travel were frequently being stopped and searched. They just couldn’t risk it. Luke more than understood that. He would have hated to be the reason any of his friends were put in danger. But at least some backup would’ve been nice.

Six more fighters joined the circle. In what seemed to be an oversight, they’d left a way out directly above them. “Okay,” Luke muttered, “This is going to be a tight squeeze.”

WHAT. 

“Hang on, Artoo,” Luke warned. He sighed. “This is where the fun begins.”

UNDER ORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES I WOULD ENCOURAGE EMULATION OF YOUR PRIMARY TEMPLATE BUT NOT TODAY! FOCUS BEFORE I GET SHOT LIKE THE DEATH STAR! THAT WAS AN EXTREMELY SUBOPTIMAL SITUATION!

That caught Luke off-guard. He almost clipped a TIE with the nose of his craft as he pulled up. “What do you mean my primary template? You didn’t know my parents. Wait, did you know my parents?! And you never said anything?!”

FLY NOW! GOSSIP ABOUT MY AGE LATER! Artoo shrieked.

#star wars #luke skywalker #fic prompts #writing prompts #star wars au #artoo #artoo detoo #r2d2 #star wars wednesday #star wars fic #Reign of Vader au #emperor vader au #long post

[sw5w]

Typho Rushes to the Wreckage

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:03:37

#Star Wars #Episode II #Attack of the Clones #Coruscant #Galactic City #Federal District #Captain Typho’s N-1 starfighter #unidentified N-1 starfighter #unidentified blaster pistol #astromech socket #Captain Gregar Typho #R2-H7 #boarding ladder #Nubian 221 radial sublight engine #electromagnetic field sensor unit #R2-D2 #spacecraft linkage and control arms #retractable leg #repulsorlift landing platform

[tlcwrites]

Worth It

Summary:

Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Word Count: 1226

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Poe; Poe Dameron/Fem Reader; pregnancy; Family Dameron adorableness out the wazoo; sooooo much fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this happened because my 3-year-old son’s favorite thing to do is ‘play’ Minecraft with his dad. He will snuggle with my husband, both of them staring at that stupid computer for hours, and my husband loves it just as much as our son. Today was no exception. They got ‘creepered’ and I’m telling you, there is nothing like the sound of a toddler belly laughing to make your day better. Of course, because #me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Poe sharing his favorite hobby with his own kid. So here you go. I apologize for the typos because I wrote this in about thirty minutes, but I make no apologies for the cavities that may or may not result from consuming this fluff.

*I know there’s something about Poe’s earliest memory of flying with Shara in the Flight Log, but my copy isn’t getting here until Sunday and I was too impatient to get this done to wait for the details, so any discrepancies with canon are my fault and tbh IDGAF.

Poe’s not entirely certain what his earliest memory of his mom is; he’s pretty sure it was the first time Shara took him past atmo into space, but it’s hard to trust a toddler’s memory. Regardless, he knows his favorite.

He was four, and Shara had taken him up in her beloved RZ-1 A-wing interceptor. It wasn’t anywhere near the first time he’d flown with her, perched on her lap, her helmet completely swallowing his head but loving every second of ‘piloting’ the fighter. They flew together most days. Just keeping an eye on the neighborhood, Shara would say, with a wink for her son and a laugh as she pressed a kiss to Kes’ cheek as they clomped back into the house, breathless and euphoric from being airborne.

But that time was special. That time, Shara had woken him up before the dawn and bundled him in her worn green flight jacket, whispering that she had a surprise for him. He remembers waving to his dad, silhouetted by the porch light as the A-wing took flight, rising into the pre-dawn sky.

That was the first morning Poe had ever watched the sun rise from the air. He remembers every detail; from the condensation on the canopy of the ship, to the way the sunlight had slowly filtered over the mountains surrounding the Dameron homestead. It was breathtaking. To a four-year-old, it was life altering. And Poe would never, ever forget how his mom had squeezed him ever so slightly tighter, dropped a kiss to his messy curls, and sighed, almost to herself, “This is what makes it all worth it.”

Now, on the other side of his own war, his own child snuggled securely on his lap, Poe gets it.

Beka Dameron squeals with delight as the X-Wing bursts through the cloud cover, those same mountains still steadfast guardians around her grandfather’s ranch. Poe can’t help his grin. His daughter’s glee is infectious.

“What do you think, babygirl?” he asks the two-year-old, leaning forward and blowing a raspberry on her cheek. She giggles and he beams. “Should we chase the sunrise and bring it home to Mama?”

“Woop, Daddy!” Beka smacks the flight stick with a chubby fist. “Go woop-woop!”

“Alright, princess, one loop-loop comin’ right up.” Poe flicks a switch and drops a kiss on Beka’s curly mop. “Beebee, you heard the lady!”

From the astromech socket, BB-8 chirps their approval of this plan. Granted, there’s very little the droid wouldn’t do for any of the Damerons, but Beka’s wishes are BB’s commands.

It’s a split second, as his daughter laughs and the sunrise hits the mountain ridge just right, in the stillness before he spins the fighter into motion, that Poe is struck by the strongest sense of deja vu. His throat is suddenly tight and he has to blink rapidly because his eyes are abruptly watery.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Yeah, he definitely gets it.

Tightening his arm around his daughter, Poe whoops. Beka echoes his joyful cry, and the fighter leaps towards the dawn.

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On the ground, you watch the X-wing formerly known as Black One as it dips in and out of view through the clouds. You’re positive you can hear your daughter’s giggles from where you stand, as well as her father’s throaty laugh.

Behind you, the kitchen door opens.

“How long have they been up there?” Kes asks, joining you on the porch.

“Not long.” You smile at your father-in-law. “Poe wanted to see the sunrise.”

“He’s his mother’s son, that’s for sure,” he says with an affectionate chuckle, handing you a steaming cup of nysillim tea. “Always in a better mood after starting the day in the air.”

You accept the mug with murmured thanks, both of you watching contentedly as the fighter appears once more below the morning haze.

It’s barely a moment before Poe is expertly landing the fighter in the clearing behind the house. Kes takes your mug before he helps you off the porch, and you both stroll to the makeshift flight pad. The first streams of morning light start to break through the clouds as the ship powers down.

“Mama!” Beka hollers the second the canopy lifts. “Mama, Bee bwaught you sunshine!”

“Yeah, Mama,” Poe echos, carefully tossing the toddler down into Kes’ waiting arms. Beka’s joyful shriek makes everyone smile even bigger. “Had to chase some of those clouds off.”

You laugh as Beka flops backwards in Kes’ arms, her curls dangling as she hangs upside down. You bend to kiss her forehead. “You did great, honey. Did you fly Daddy’s ship for him?”

“Yeah!” Beka giggles. “We did woop-woops!”

You turn to your husband as he scrambles down the flight ladder. “Is that so?”

“Princess, we talked about this.” Poe tickles Beka with one hand, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. “What happens in the cockpit stays in the cockpit.”

“Oh really?” you murmur quietly.

Poe winks at you. “All woop-woops were conducted under the strictest of safety procedures, Lieutenant. General’s honor.”

BB-8, now freed from the fighter, whistles knowingly.

You raise an eyebrow.

Poe glares at the droid. “Traitor.”

“How about some Iktotch toast for breakfast?” Kes asks Beka, smoothly changing the topic before you and Poe can get going. “Pop’s got zoochberry syrup!”

Beka nearly leaps out of her grandfather’s arms. “ZOOBURYS.”

Laughing, Kes leads the way back to the farmhouse, BB-8 trailing the pair of them like a puppy. As you go to follow, Poe tugs gently on your hand, holding you back.  

“You know I’d never put her in danger, right?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, Poe.” You bring a hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he leans into your palm with a contented sigh. “Of course I know that.”

“Just making sure.” He smiles, that half smirk that is your absolute favorite. “How are you feeling?”

You take his hand and position it carefully on the swollen rise of your belly. “She’s been dancing this morning.”

“Yeah?” It only takes a moment before his eyes widen and he lets out a bark of laughter as a foot connects soundly with his palm. “She’s so strong!”

“I’m aware,” you intone wryly. “This one’s got your sass already.”

He laughs again, wisely not arguing (because it’s not like you’re wrong), instead pulling you into his arms and kissing you soundly. You stand as the sky glows from pink to blue, wrapped in each other in the early morning air, until something small hits your legs.

“DADDY. MAMA.” Beka makes the universal toddler sign for ‘up’. “Eye-tot toast! Papa says now!”

“Okay, okay, princess!” Releasing you with one last kiss to your temple, Poe scoops up your daughter, tossing her into the air before settling her on his shoulders. Grinning at you, he wraps his arm back around your shoulders, tugging you securely into his side. “Team Dameron is on the move.”

Beka’s giggles echo through the clearing as you make your way up the gentle rise towards the house. And with his wife and his daughter in his arms, and another kid on the way, Poe can’t help that tightness in his throat again. He’s not even aware of the smile on his face.

This is what makes it all worth it.

Boy, if that’s not the truth.

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A Long Time Ago...

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After making a dangerous and impromptu maneuver, Luke finds himself embroiled in a conflict that ended twenty years ago, with people who were supposed to be long dead. 

Set between ANH and ESB.

Okay, time to blow the dust off of this account and start posting again. My life’s been getting a hell of a lot more hectic in the past five months, which kinda killed my drive to write. But rest assured, I’m still writing and will continue to write, it’s just going to take a little longer between chapters. Also, this is my first non-Frozen piece that I’ve uploaded to FFN and Ao3! Hope you enjoy!

Luke sat in silence as his X-wing blazed through hyperspace. He’d hoped the coordinates that the Rebel Alliance had acquired were legitimate and not some Imperial trap. For the past few months since Luke destroyed the Death Star, the Alliance had been living by the seat of its pants, jumping from system to system, desperately avoiding being captured by the Empire. It was certainly the excitement and adventure he’d been longing for since he was a young boy, longing to finally leave Tatooine to explore the wider galaxy, though he wasn’t expecting to do so under such circumstances.

The thought of Tatooine brought Luke’s memories back to that day when Ben, or Obi-wan, saved him from the Tusken Raiders. He moved his eyes from the streaking blues and whites of hyperspace to his immediate right. There, nestled between him and the cockpit, laid his lightsaber, worn and battered from the years of action it saw. Luke immediately thought back on Ben’s words to him as he placed it in his hands that day.

“I was once a Jedi Knight, same as your father… He was the best starfighter pilot in the galaxy… and he was a good friend…”

The thought of his father being a Jedi mesmerized Luke. All his life he had believed he had come from some spice trader in the Outer Rim, now he knew the truth. Well, most of the truth. Luke thought back to the daring rescue of Leia on the Death Star, how Ben sacrificed himself to Vader to let them escape. Now, in the entirety of the galaxy, there was only one man who knew his father.

And it was the man who killed him. 

Luke encountered Vader only once after destroying the Death Star, on Cymoon 1. In hindsight, Luke considered it foolish for a farm boy from Tatooine to challenge a powerful Force wielder such as Vader. The Dark Force Weilder’s words rang in his mind, “You, boy, are no Jedi…”

And he was right. As much as it stung like the twin suns, it was the truth. Now, with the only Jedi he’d known dead, all Luke could do is hope that he’d find another Jedi somewhere in the galaxy. Luke scoffed at this. He’d have a better time finding a fish in the Dune Sea than a Jedi.

As he was lost in thought, the chirps and whistles of Artoo brought him back to the present. “We’re arriving at the coordinates,” The Aurebesh on the navigation computer said, translating the astromech’s various sounds, “Pulling us out of lightspeed now.”

“Alright, thanks Artoo,” Luke replied, flipping a series of switches and buttons. In an instant, the vortex of blue before him returned to the vast blackness of space, with countless stars glistening ahead of him. Luke scanned the area as best he could from his cockpit, only to be met with the vast infinity of space on all sides.

“Something’s wrong,” Luke said, “You sure these are the right coordinates?” Artoo whistled and chirped as the navigational computer quickly translated for him, “Positive. Looks like there’s nothing here, unless the Alliance was looking for a nice chunk of dead space.”

Luke let out a distressed groan allowing his head to slump back, “Well, beats running into a Star Destroyer, right?”

Before Artoo could reply, the X-wing jolted with tremendous force. Luke frantically scanned around as far as his cockpit allowed in an attempt to see what caused his ship to buck like that. Maybe this was a trap after all and the Imperials had finally caught up to them. The fact that nothing was in his immediate view did nothing to ease his panic. That’s when he saw it: space itself distorting, the stars disappearing into an inky nothingness just barely in eyesight of his cockpit.

“Kriff!” Luke barked, gripping the throttle with haste. With as much strength as he could muster, he thrusted the stick, causing the engines to roar. The X-wing groaned and cracked under the pressure of the black hole as Artoo let out a screech. Slowly, the ship was pulled backwards, chunks of metal could be heard being torn off. Luke’s heart raced as sweat formed underneath his helmet. “Artoo! Get ready to jump to lightspeed!” he shouted, frantically flipping switches and mashing buttons.

“Not advised,” the navigational computer translated, “could lead to serious issues.”

“We don’t have an option, Artoo! Get us out of here, now!” “To where?”

“Anywhere!”

Artoo said nothing more as he quickly calculated their jump to lightspeed. All the while, Luke multitasked between keeping the ship out of the hole as long as possible and locking the s-foils, both in preparation for the jump and to prevent the loss of a wing. After what felt like several eternities, Artoo let out a whistle of cautious triumph, announcing that they were ready for the jump. With no hesitation, Luke gave the throttle one last push as the familiar blue of hyperspace filled his vision before he slumped back into his seat. His heart raced like a skittish womp rat as he sighed in relief. “Th-thanks, Artoo,” he gasped.

After a long winded series of chirps and whistles, the navigational computer read, “We’re lucky to have survived that, you know…” “Yeah, I know. Where are we headed, anyway?”

“Chandar’s Folly. Just picked a random planet from my memory banks.”

Artoo flashed a picture of a brownish green planet on the navigation computer. It appeared to be uninhabited, yet should be in the range of the Alliance fleet. Luke scanned over the information thoroughly. “How long till we get there?” he asked.

“Now,” the computer screen read.

Luke slowly brought the ship out of hyperspace as he was met by a grey overcast. It was unorthodox to land so close to the planet’s atmosphere, but he couldn’t risk being out in open space while the Empire was still searching for him. Mountains rose high above the planet’s surface, with small clusters of trees dotting the landscape. There didn’t appear to be any signs of sentient life, no cities or encampments, which made this a perfect place to hide until the Alliance came.

As Luke scanned for a perfect place to land, a warning flashed on his short range scanner. Before he had time to process it, a loud explosion shook his X-wing. Luke could see his engines smoking as he quickly began losing altitude. Did the Empire find out where he was going? Bounty hunters? It didn’t matter much at the moment. Luke had to focus on not crashing into a mountain side.

He gripped the throttle as he jerked the snub fighter left and right, avoiding the large mountains while still finding a place to land. Eventually, Luke noticed a small valley, long enough to make an emergency landing. With careful positioning, he managed to angle his fighter into the valley. Luke didn’t even have time to activate his landing gears before the nose of his X-wing buried itself into the ground, creating a large streak of churned soil.

Luke groaned as he unstrapped himself from his seat. His arms felt like jelly and every muscle in his back screamed in pain. As he pushed the cockpit open, his nostrils were immediately filled with the smell of sulfur and fresh dirt as his eyes readjusted to the planet’s sun. He appeared to be in some sort of valley, with mountains towering over him on either side. Two sparsely clustered groups of fungus like trees lined the massive skid made by his X-wing.

“You okay, Artoo?” Luke asked, scanning the horizon. Artoo let out a series of beeps and whistles as he struggled to get out of his socket. Luke climbed over and, with a little help from Artoo, lifted the astromech out and onto the ground. Artoo let out a happy chirp as he rocked from side to side, causing the sides of Luke’s mouth to lift up. The young pilot scanned the horizon, listening for any local wildlife, only to be met by an eerie silence.

“So, this is Chandar’s Folly?” Luke asked Artoo. The droid beeped and chirped in confirmation. “Well, you weren’t kidding about it being abandoned. C’mon, let’s see if we can fix the X-wi-”

Luke… a faint voice called out, causing Luke to jump. He instantly recognized the voice.

“Ben?” he responded almost hopefully.

You are not where you’re supposed to be, Luke. There is a great disturbance in the Force… Ben’s voice became fainter with each passing word

“What do you mean?”

Be careful around those you meet, that is all I can say… Ben’s voice trailed off into silence.

What did he mean by that? Luke thought.

A low thumping sound coming from the edge of the valley interrupted Luke’s thought. Artoo let out a concerned moan as he whirled behind the X-wing. Luke jumped into the cockpit, grabbing his lightsaber before joining Artoo. So much for this place being abandoned. The thumping grew louder, becoming clearer and more intense. Stormtroopers, without a doubt. Luke gripped his lightsaber tighter as the thumping stopped. A few seconds passed, yet they felt like an eternity. One of the soldiers stepped forward, which caused some confusion to Luke. The footsteps sounded… mechanical, almost like it was a droid.

“Well, this looks like the crash site,” one of the troops said. The voice was robotic, sounding almost timid and nasally. The familiar sound of a comm unit powering on filled Luke’s ears.

“Corporal, status report,” the voice on the other end ordered. Even through the static of the comms, the voice on the other end sounded monotone, revealing no emotion.

“We’ve managed to find the ship, commander. It’s nothing like we’ve seen before.”

“Is it Republic made?”

“Uhhhhh, looks like it.”

“And what of the pilot?”

“Uhhhhhh… nowhere to be seen.”

“Find the pilot and either secure or eliminate them. We have begun our offensive on the Republic’s defenses, and I cannot have a random variable jeopardize my strategy.”

“Roger roger.” The soldier shut off the comms unit. “You heard the commander, find the pilot, stat!”

Luke’s heart pounded in his chest. He slowly crept his head around the wreckage like a timid Loth-cat. As the soldiers came into view, his eyes widened. Eleven tan battle droids stood rigid, with one standing in front of them with yellow markings on its head and torso. Luke couldn’t understand the sight before him. Battle droids hadn’t been used in combat since the early days of the Empire, at least that’s what Uncle Owen used to say. Did the Empire reactivate the droids? Luke lingered on the droids, trying to piece together what was going on. Then, one of the droids looked him square in the eyes, causing it to jump.

“Look!” the droid shouted, pointing at Luke, “There’s the pilot!”

The droids snapped their heads at the location their comrade pointed to. Luke shrank back, gripping his lightsaber tightly. At this point, his heart threatened to burst out of his chest.

“You are under arrest in the name of the Seperatist Alliance,” the commander announced, at least that’s what Luke assumed, “Step out from behind the wreckage with your hands up.”

Artoo let out a worried whimper. Luke’s mind raced with questions. This had to be one of the seperatist holdouts the Empire dealt with in the early years, during the Reconquest of the Rim. Maybe this was all that was left of the holdout. If so, he could probably take them. Even then, Luke still practiced a bit of caution. He fastened the lightsaber to his side and slowly made his way out to face the droids with raised hands. All eleven of them had their blasters at the ready, tracking Luke’s every move.

“I don’t want any trouble,” Luke announced, “I’m just like you, hiding from the Empire. We don’t have to-”

“Empire?” one of the droids interjected, “What’s an Empire?”

“Wait a minute, this isn’t a clone,” another droid commented, stepping forward. A clone? Luke thought. Clones haven’t been seen since the days of the Clone Wars. Perhaps these droids never had their memory wiped, so they still think the Clone Wars are still raging.

“You’re coming with u-” the commander looked down at the lightsaber resting beside Luke’s hip. “HE’S A JEDI!”

The droids stepped back in shock as the commander snatched the lightsaber from Luke, inspecting it thoroughly.

“We found a jedi? And we’re still operational?” one of them asked.

“That’s impossible!” Another said, “He hasn’t done those weird hand motions yet!”

“Have you tried to fight a Jedi? The only one who has one that isn’t a Jedi is the General!”

“I sense promotions!” the commander waved the lightsaber in the air triumphantly.

All the droids cheered at the commander’s announcement. Just then, the commander began levitating in the air. The other droids stared in amazement, only to have their awe cut short by the sound of blasters. One by one, each droid received an azure bolt to the head, collapsing to the floor. The commanding droid yelled in horror as an invisible force crushed it like a canister in the vacuum of space before falling to the ground with a loud thud. Luke’s lightsaber tumbled out of the droid’s hand directly in front of him. He stared in amazement at the heaps of scrap before him, all sputtering sparks while twitching faintly, before scanning the immediate area for whoever saved him. Artoo slowly crept out from behind the wreckage with a low whistle.

“That… wasn’t you, right, Artoo?” Luke asked half-jokingly, lowering his now tired arms.. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted faint rustling from the clusters of trees. Must be the ones who did all this Luke thought as he carefully stepped over the metallic corpses. He fastened his lightsaber back onto his side before waving in the direction of the trees. “Thanks, whoever you are,” Luke shouted, “Guess this planet isn’t as abandoned as I thought it… was?”

Luke’s approach slowed to a halt as a figure emerged from the tree line. His apparent savior wore bone white armor, accented by black around the joints. The face was obscured by a helmet, and in their hands rested a small black rifle. Artoo screeched as Luke’s heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, Luke tore the lightsaber off his side and immediately ignited it. The blue blade jettisoned out of the hilt with a screech as Luke pointed the tip towards the trooper.

“I thought the Empire didn’t operate on Chandar’s Folly,” Luke said, “What are you doing on this planet?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the trooper said, raising his hands carefully over his head, “You’re a Jedi, right? Part of this military campaign?” Luke eased a bit of tension in his body.

“Military campaign?”

Just then, another trooper, similarly outfitted, made his way out of the thick cluster. Then another. And another. In total, about ten stormtroopers stood before him, all with weapons pointed at Luke. Artoo began panicking beside Luke as another trooper came out of the brush. His armor was similar to those around him, but instead of bone white, it was accented with dark blues and sported a worn gray kama wrapped around his waist. Luke deduced that it was some kind of elite trooper the Empire was keeping a secret. If he got out of this alive, that would be invaluable information to relay to the alliance.

“Well,” the blue trooper said, “no wonder the clankers were so eager to find this wreck.” Luke cocked his head as he raised an eyebrow. The trooper’s voice was identical to the first soldier who emerged out of the trees. Luke swung the lightsaber towards the elite soldier.

“Who are you?” he demanded. Luke was taken aback when the trooper stood at attention and saluted him.

“Captain Rex, designation CT-7567 of the 501st Legion, sir.” he announced. Clones! Luke thought. There were a few clones in the rebellion, but they were all incredibly old and rarely if ever took active combat roles because of it. The clone’s name rang a bell, almost as if Luke had heard that name before.

“I thought the Empire discontinued the use of clones,” Luke said, “Or are you with the Rebellion?”

The trooper took off his helmet, revealing a man with light brown skin and eyes and blond hair cut so close it appeared as part of his skin. “Empire? Rebellion?” Rex asked, “Sounds like that crash might’ve scrambled your brains.”

“Hey!” Luke blurted out as Artoo whirled behind him. Before Luke could chastise his astromech, another figure stepped out of the farthest tree cluster. Unlike the clones, this man was adorned in blue and maroon robes, with a light gray armor piece around his neck. A faint scar draped itself over his right eye and, on his side, rested a lightsaber, almost similar to the one Luke held in his hand.

“Well, this is… unusual,” the man said, hands clasped behind his back. Luke disabled his lightsaber and approached the man.

“Thanks for the save,” Luke sighed, “Never thought I’d see battle droids in action.” 

The man cocked an eyebrow. “Are you part of the Agricultural Corps?”

Luke looked at the man as if his head was floating off his shoulders. “The what?”

“I assume you’re a Jedi with that lightsaber.”

Luke stared down at his lightsaber before letting out a sigh. “I mean, I thought I was a Jedi…”

“I sense some power inside you… it’s low, but it’s there. When did you discover this power?”

“A few months ago…”

The man’s face reeled in shock. “You have to be at least as old as me!”

“Y-yeah…”

The man rubbed his chin. “Perhaps Master Yoda and the council would know more about this…”

“The council?”

“The Jedi Council… you’ve had to have heard of them, right?”

Luke opened his mouth to speak, but then thought of Ben’s words crept into his brain. Maybe this was what he was talking about.

“Yeah,” Luke lied, “I-I’ve heard of them.”

“Good.” the man extended one of his hands, “Why don’t you come with us? Our forward camp isn’t too far from here.”

Luke clasped his hand and shook it firmly. “Well, we don’t have much of a choice. Name’s Luke.”

“Anakin,” the man replied, “Anakin Skywalker.”

Luke’s eyes went wide as his body stiffened. His mind raced, connecting all the information he had. Jedi Council, Anakin Skywalker, clones and droids… did we…?

“C’mon, Obi-wan will want to talk to you as well,” Anakin turned and made his way out of the valley as the clones followed suit. Luke and Artoo exchanged concerned looks, as if they both came to the same conclusions. 

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Artoo…” Luke said as he followed his father out of the valley.

XXXXXX

The bridge of the Executor was draped in the light blue of hyperspace. The sounds of computers and low murmur of the crew were completely drowned out by the deep and chilling breathing of Darth Vader. The Dark Lord stood silently as he peered out of the Super Star Destroyer’s viewports. Probe droids mentioned a lone X-wing that exited hyperspace from these coordinates. The markings the ship was described with matched up with the one that destroyed the Death Star. The one piloted by Luke Skywalker.

Vader’s own son.

Upon discovering that Padmè had given birth before she died, rage consumed Vader’s every being. Not only had the Emperor attempted to replace him with subpar weaklings, he lied about the death of his child. The Emperor needed to be eliminated, that much was certain. And Luke was the key to his downfall. Once Luke was in his grasp, they would rule the galaxy as father and son.

“Lord Vader,” Admiral Ozzel announced, strolling up to the towering cyborg, “We’ll be exiting hyperspace shortly, but our scanners have picked up something… unusual…”

Vader turned to the admiral, who shrank back in response. “Does it pose immediate threat to the ship, admiral?” Vader interrogated.

“Well, we are unsure, m’lord, but I felt it wise to inform y-”

“If it poses no threat, then we shall proceed as planned. I will not allow this… Jedi, to slip through our hands once again.”

“Yes, Lord Vader…”

As the Executor left hyperspace, Vader was met by a mixture of confusion and shock. Instead of the vast expanse of space, the ship was met with a series of jagged red energy bolts cutting through the stars. Vader felt the Force shaking and bending, as if it were a tortured animal. The bridge was filled with shocked gasps and hushed murmurs from petty officers and stormtroopers. Admiral Ozzel stood with his mouth agape, trying to make sense of what he was looking at.

“What are your orders, sir?” he said after a moment.

“Prepare my ship at once,” Vader decreed, turning to leave the bridge, “And ready a detachment of fighters. I shall investigate this myself.” Vader didn’t stop to hear Ozzel’s reply as the massive doors sealed shut behind him.

XXXXXXX

From the cockpit of Vader’s TIE Advanced, the damage appeared to be much worse. It appeared as if space were a large pane of shattered glass, with pure nothingness hiding behind it. Only a fool would dare venture out here alone. Three TIEs split off from Vader as he scoured for the source of this damage. As they dispersed, a streak of red energy jutted out in front of them. Two managed to alter their course with a deafening roar, but one flew directly through it, incinerating it completely. Fool, Vader thought, These are supposed to be the Empire’s greatest pilots?

Vader’s thoughts were disturbed by the fervent beeping of his comm unit. Upon activation, he was greeted by Ozzel, hands clasped behind his back.

“M’lord,” Ozzel began, “It appears we’re the only ones in this sector, perhaps we should-”

“No,” Vader abruptly interrupted, “Skywalker is here, he must be. Send another detachment of fighters. I want every inch of this sector swept.”

“As you w-”

Before Ozzel could finish his thought, the comm unit abruptly shut off as Vader’s ship rocked violently. The cyborg attempted to restabilize his ship, but only seemed to jostle it even further. Out of the corners of the cockpit, Vader saw the inky nothingness creep into view.

“Admiral!” Vader said, activating the comms link, “Activate the tractor beam, and target myself.” the Sith lord was met with static. “Admiral, respond!” Again, static. Seeing no other option, Vader began calculating a desperate jump to hyperspace. As soon as coordinates were set, he launched himself out of the nothingness and into hyperspace. The tension receded from his body as he attempted to contact the Executor once again.

“Admiral Ozzel!” Vader said, anger rising in his voice, “Do I need to remind you of the Emperor’s decree? I am not to be ignored!” Vader was once again met with static and no admiral. He slammed his metallic fist onto the unit, causing a small dent. He would deal with Ozzel in the future. For now, Vader needed to refocus on getting back to the fleet and refocus his efforts on finding Skywalker.

Vader quickly disabled his hyperdrive as he took in his surroundings. While he was still in dead space, the damage he witnessed was completely absent. While it appeared the damage to space itself was contained, Vader couldn’t help but feel a disturbance in the Force, as if catastrophe struck on a galactic scale. The Sith lord pushed this thought to the side for the time being. His priority was to return to the Executor. Vader activated his sensor array, broadcasting his location to every sector in range.

“This is a distress call from Lord Vader,” he decreed, “All Imperial naval units converge on my position.”

Just as he finished his message, Vader’s TIE shook abruptly once again. Again?! He thought as he was thrown around in his own cockpit. Perhaps it was a rebel ship attacking him. Vader activated his scanner, and his suspicions were confirmed almost immediately. A large frigate had entered the sector not too long after he arrived, with armaments similar to those used by rebels. If they wished for a fight, then so be it, he thought. Vader maneuvered his ship into attack mode, but hesitated once his target came into view. Instead of a Mon Calamari cruiser, he was met by the long and thin outline of a Munificent-Class frigate. He hadn’t seen one of them since the Clone Wars, and no separatist holdout could house one of them discreetly.

Vader’s comm unit lit up with hailing frequencies, no doubt from the frigate. Upon answering the call, he was met by a Neimoidian, his bony fingers steepling as he glared.

“This is General Uurd Mak of the Confederacy of Independent Systems!” he announced, “You are in a military zone, leave now or be destroyed!”

“The Confederacy has been disbanded for nearly twenty years,” Vader replied, “You are in direct violation of Imperial law. It would be wise to surrender now, or the consequences will be dire.” “I assure you, the Sepratist Alliance is active and strong. Allow me to demonstrate…”

Vader felt his TIE jolt as he was dragged towards the frigate. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop from approaching the ship. Rage began boiling within the Sith lord. First Ozzel refused to acknowledge him, now he had this worm disrespecting him. “If it is a fight you wish for,” Vader said, “Then you shall get one.” And with that, Vader cut the communication just as he was pulled into the frigate’s hangar.

Out of his viewing port, Vader saw hundreds of battle droids, with blasters pointing at him. Vulture droids were perched throughout the hangar, with various tubes and supplies strewn about. Once his TIE landed, a commander droid stepped forward and knocked on the glass.

“Alright,” it said, “Come out with your hands up and you won’t be shot!”

With the press of a button, the top of the TIE opened with a hiss, followed by an eruption of steam. Vader then leaped out of the opening, igniting his lightsaber and cutting down the commander with the crimson blade.

“JEDI! OPEN FIRE!” one of the droids shouted. Every droid around Vader unleashed a torrent of blaster fire, which the sith managed to either deflect or dodge. Vader managed to cut down a few more before the remaining droids ran, leaving him alone with the sound of his lightsaber humming. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but what Vader did know was that no one would be leaving this ship alive.

XXXXXX

The Millennium Falcon dropped out of hyperspace with immense speed. Han and Chewbacca scanned the vastness of space before them in horror. Blood red cracks streaked across the expanse like magma flowing from a volcano. Chewie let out a worried roar, not tearing his eyes from the scene.

“Yeah, I hear ya, pal,” Han said worryingly, “Let’s hope Luke didn’t get too close to those things…” The smuggler and Luke grew close over the past few months, whether it be from sharing their experiences with flying to taking the Empire head on. To Han, Luke was the brother he never had. Well, the second brother, behind Chewie of course, but still like family nonetheless. The two pilots flew cautiously around the damage and chaos, trying to figure out the point of origin. As they were scanning the expanse, C-3PO trotted into the cabin.

“By the Maker!” Threepio blurted, causing Han to jump slightly, “The damage is much worse than Alliance intel relayed!”

“Thanks for the insight, goldie,” Han said sarcastically, “now unless you can tell me how space itself can bleed, I need you to make yourself useful and get Leia up here.”

“At once, Captain Solo, but Alliance Command will be requesting an update on the situation.” “Tell them things have gone to hell, but no Imperials so far. Now get Leia.”

“Yes, sir.” Threepeeo waddled back out of the cabin, leaving Han and Chewie to themselves once more. Chewie let out a concerning wimper directed to Han.

“What?” The smuggler asked, “I know that droid’s a pain to you as much as he is to me.”

Chewie let out a quick bark in defiance. 

“I know he means a lot to Leia and that clone, but they could’ve at least changed his vocal patterns. And who programs a droid to feel fear?”

The wookie simply roared, seemingly scolding his friend.

“You’re right, we need to get back to this. If the Empire has a new weapon that can do this, we’re all in danger…”

XXXXXX

“Thank you for joining us, Commander Rex,” Leia said, “I know it must be difficult with your age to come on these missions.” The two of them sat around the holochess table, which was in desperate need of repair. Upon the table sat Rex’s ARC helmet, greyed by years of use with tally marks on the temples. The clone simply laughed as he calibrated his blaster pistols.

“Never liked sitting around,” Rex chortled, “We clones were bred to fight.”

“I remember the stories my father used to tell me about the wars. Is it true you were under the command of Luke’s father?”

“Sure was. Few Jedi cared about their clones as much as General Skywalker. He and I led the 501st through thick and thin, come hell or high water.” The smile on Rex’s face dissipated as he stared at his helmet. “I just can’t believe he’s really… dead, y’know.”

Leia placed a hand on Rex’s shoulder, “I’m sorry. With all the loss you’ve probably seen, that must’ve been hard.”

“Indeed, but their deaths are what keep me fighting. So that his, and the sacrifices my brothers made, aren’t in vain.”

Leia thanked the aging clone once more before excusing herself to find Threepio. She held a deep respect for the old clone, even before General Syndulla’s recommendation for this mission. Leia remembered hearing that he was one of the five clones that held off an entire invasion force on the moon of Rishi. If the Alliance could get a hold of the cloning technology used for him, the war would be a hell of a lot shorter. Though with these rumors of a new Imperial superweapon, one that rivaled the destructive power of the Death Star, it would take much more than just manpower to deal with the Empire.

Leia managed to find Threepio coming from the cockpit, muttering to himself as usual. “Everything alright, Threepio?” Leia asked.

“Oh, Princess Leia!” Threepio responded, attempting to mask the annoyance in his vocal programming, “Captain Solo is requesting your presence, albeit rather rudely.”

“Has he found the weapon?” “No, but… it’s hard to explain, but it’s almost as if space has been… shattered. Like glass.”

“Bah!” Rex said peering out of the access door, “Space warps, not breaks. With as long as you’ve been around, droid, I’d thought you’d know that too.”

“My visual receptors don’t lie. Also, how would you know how long I’ve been around?”

Rex turned his attention to Leia. “Guess they weren’t kidding about a memory wipe…”

The ship suddenly jolted, nearly knocking everyone onto the floor. As the three of them scrambled back onto their feet, an alarm began blaring throughout the ship. Leia dashed past Threepio towards the cockpit, followed by Rex, then the protocol droid. Han and Chewie were frantically flipping switches and pressing buttons, their eyes wildly darting all across the dashboard.

“What the hell’s going on?” Leia demanded before turning her gaze out to the expanse of space. It was just as Threepio described; space itself seemed to have shattered like glass.

“Looks like we’re caught in a black hole,” Han said, trying to keep his voice calm, “That might be what caused all this.” “How?” Rex interrogated, “Black holes warp space, not shatter it!” “Well, there’s no superweapon out here, so if you’ve got a better explanation, old man, I’d love to hear them!”

The ship bucked again, forcing Leia and Rex to grip the passenger seats to remain standing. Threepio was not so lucky, falling to the ground with a yelp.

“I hope you have a solution to this, otherwise we’re done for!” Leia yelled over the blaring alarm.

“Don’t get your shorts in a knot, Princess! I always have a solution. Chewie, prepare to jump to lightspeed.”

“What?!” Rex and Leia said in unison.

“You two got any better ideas?”

“But sir!” Threepio said as he stood back up, “There is a 99.9 percent chance that the ship will be torn asunder if we attempt a jump to hyperspace!” “Never tell me the odds. Chewie, you got the coordinates?” The wookie let out a bellowing roar. “Then punch it!”

In an instant, the stars became streaks of light as the Falcon launched forward into the emptiness of space.

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Prescence (post-TROS fanfiction/Post Canon)

Before I’m posting on Archives, this is my first DamereyDaily2020 during pandemic week, and this is the second after Healing or ‘possibly the third’ series of ‘It's Like Poetry, Sort Of. They Rhymes.’

Pairing: Poe Dameron/Rey Skywalker

Word count: 4,650

Prompt: ’Two hearts and one home.’ Plus a bonus from late March ‘If You Lived to Be A Hundred’

Summary: Three months later...Poe had faith that his dauntless ally, his best friend, his ray of sunshine, his beloved Jedi...had returned for him.

Once the Death Star’s latest target and the site of the Rebel base during the final battle. Yavin 4 was a vast and most affluent planet of the Outer Rim Territories, and its large and sprawling tropical jungles teemed with an abundance of exotic beauty.

Following a long hyperspeed, T-70 X-wing Black One had reached Yavin 4. Similar to Ajan Kloss, this tropical moon planet was where Poe Dameron was born. He was glad, relieved to have finally returned from Coruscant and the third meeting of the Galactic Senate’s restoration.

Poe thought about the peace that had ensued after the war, and the friends that he had made along the way. He missed them so much out there, but it was time to come home, take a breath, and rejoin his father. Nonetheless, he was reflected on Finn and the journey with his fellow former stormtrooper Jannah, along with Rose Tico, Chewbacca and Lando Carlissian in search of their families. Larma D’Acy was now in the Senate’s seat while Beaumont Kim as her aide. Caluan Ematt had retired and returned to his home planet with his family. Kaydel Ko Connix had been promoted to Major and continued to serve in the military. And Jessika Pava, the fearless sole member of the Black Squadron was taking over Poe’s command.

He had visited some time with Maz Kanata at her restored castle at Takodana where she had her new cantina, and with Zorii Bliss and Babu Frik who were still running spices like in the days when Poe had worked them long ago. Zorii would keep in touch with him until if she needed hand otherwise.

The giant red planet was covered in clouds as Black One dropped from the atmosphere and flew over the grassy fields to landed perfectly just as near from his father’s homestead.

He pulled off his flight helmet and climbed down from the cockpit. As General Dameron’s temporary side droid while Beebee-Ate was away with Rey, Artoo-Detoo popped up from the astromech socket behind the cockpit, and maneuvered himself with his two small rockets to land slowly onto the ground. Finally, the droid and his maker-pilot were strolling toward the stable next to the farmhouse.

They walked past his mother’s A-wing interceptor, parked next to an old X-wing model, and Poe was suddenly curious. He looked towards the craft as Artoo was suddenly became excited with blipping and whistles.

Poe turned to the diminutive droid, as he arched his brow. “What?” he asked unexpectedly. “What do you mean—“

“Is that you, son?” His father shouted from the nearby stable while fixing his tractor. “And I could hear Artoo’s droidspeak.”

He nodded to himself. “Yeah, Dad,” he said, still focusing on the ship as Artoo rolled closer. “I’m home!”

“How’s my old mates at Coruscant?”

“Er...they all missed you,” he looked closer at the craft: one had the red stripe on two of its wings and on the body. It was sleek, like the T-70 X-wing or his original Black One that had been destroyed inside the Raddus’ hangar.

Poe abruptly realized that this was the T-65B starfighter, the one that Uncle Luke had piloted to destroy the first Death Star at Yavin 4, and then thirty three years later the same craft that had flown to Exegol with the guide of a Sith Wayfinder, with Poe along with Finn and the rest of the Resistance following its track.

Red Five––here? Poe thought. No kriffing way!

“They’re coming to visit you the next seasons,” added Poe, sighed in relief. “And they’ll bring some of that Corellian cognac that you wanted!”

“Sounds good, Poe!” Kes Dameron answered enthusiastically.

That’s Master Jedi-Luke’s X-wing and I recognize this ship, Maker-Poe, the droid beeped to Poe. And I think there is someone here?

“Who?” asked Poe.

“Oh, there’s a visitor for you, kid,” Kes added. “And she’s with our Beebee.”

“Really?” His heart leaped to find out Rey was already there.

“Of course, you Space Porg! Did you see that old X-wing she’s flying?” Kes chucked as Poe got annoyed at his ridiculous teasing. “She’s at our old place. Do invite with your Jedi friend for a dinner tonight.”

“Ah…no problem, Dad. And I’ll tell her!” Poe wore a satisfied grin as he turned to giddy Artoo. ”Will you take it easy, bud?”

Sorry, sir. Artoo beeped. Never can help it.

He shook himself as he walked and the droid followed. “You know what, you’re a lot more cheekier like Beebee-Ate.” he observed. “And a bit naive.”

Why thank you very much, Master-Poe. You have to add that I’m a stubborn little droid as well. Jedi Master-Luke calls me that, by the way.

“Ah, I almost forgot that.” he chuckled lightly as they move along the path through the woods where his new home was, where his family was, and where the Uneti tree was located. “Does Uncle Luke cross your mind?”

Yes, Master-Poe. We had a lot of adventures when I was with him from time to time. But I can’t say much about what happened after he had gone.

“I know, Artoo,” he sighed sadly.

Until a sound of jubilant beeps and chirps approached as a spherical looking droid followed by a tiny cone shaped, rolled towards Poe.

“Beebee-Ate! Welcome back!” Poe exclaimed, dropping to his knees. He rubbed the droid’s body back as Beebee’s dome head jiggled excitedly like a child has returned from a long trip. “I really missed you, Buddy?”

Same to you, Master-Poe! Beebee beeps and chirps happily. It’s good to be home! What’s up, Artoo and you’ve been spending time with him!

Incredibly much, Beebee-Ate. Artoo replied. Master-Poe is happy you’ve come back.

“And how d’you enjoy crossing the galaxy with your Jedi Mistress-Rey?” he asked with a smile at Beebee. “Have you stuck with her?”

Yes, sir. She’s been keeping my antenna straight in case I get into trouble. We’ve traveled around to all the places, especially Tatooine.

“You mean Luke’s old homestead?”

Yes, sir.

Dio rolled closer to Poe. “Welcome back, Master-Poe.” he said calmly. He had been living there permanently as Poe’s second familiar. “How was the Senate meeting at Coruscant?”

Poe groaned as he nuzzled the droid’s cone head like a house pet. “Lot’s of reconstruction and other headaches, Little Buddy.” he smiled lightly. “Thanks for asking.”

He brought himself back to his feet as he was looked in the direction where he was going. “Is she there?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” Dio replied.

Jedi Mistress-Rey has been at the tree in about an hour, Master-Poe. Beebee beeped in reply.

“What’s she doing?” asked Poe, looking at Beebee.

Meditating. Beebee double-beeped.

Poe looked over in the direction of the tree. He took a deep breath, glad of see Rey again. They had shared intimately at the forest of Ajan Kloss during an evening celebration. And it felt rewarding to him, as it was so very uncommon.

“Why don’t you guys go with Artoo and charge yourselves alright?” he said at the two. “I just need to speak alone with her.”

Beebee and Dio responded in the affirmative as they joining with Artoo and proceeded to the charging area. Poe resumes up the path, which finally opened into a clearing where he could almost feel her presence.

The ancient Force-sensitive Uneti tree stood there near the lake and his family’s old home, remodeled now as his own. Like The Great Tree at Coruscant, colorful fan-shaped leaves of gold and brown were attached to the coiled branches and stems of the large, twisted trunk.

Then Poe saw  the enchanted tree, and near it a beautiful floating figure sat crossed-legged in the air with small boulders and rocks hovering slowly around her as the Force flowed through her. Her eyes were closed peacefully as she concentrated in a meditative trance that flowed between her and the tree.

Poe was silently impressed; he sat down on the grass, placing his flight helmet beside him. Then he stripped off his flight vest and placed it on top of the helmet as he watched the floating and reposed Rey. She had more beautiful since their first encounter on Crait where she had used her power to lift rocks. Looking at her now, Poe thought her once again of how she resembled an ancient Yavinesque goddess with her celestial objects surrounding her.  

He’d never fallen in love with any woman in the galaxy before he found her. He had wanted her from the beginning when they first met at the Falcon, and now he loved having her in his life. Time was specifically a good thing when it came to General Dameron, who was gladly reunited with the lone scavenger from Jakku, now a fiercely independent Jedi after the tides of galactic war.

And it was something that he had faith in the ideal of his dauntless ally, his space goddess, his ray of sunshine, his beguiling sweetheart, and his beloved Jedi. She had returned for him.

Then a minute later, Rey had finally completed her meditation. She lowered herself neatly on the ground as the rocks fell around her.

Poe stood up and walked to her. “Hey, Sunshine,” he said to her.

Rey was aware of the familiar voice as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked. “Hey, Flyboy,” she replied breathlessly with a bright smile.

Poe took a quick step forward as Rey approached him and then wrapped her arms around him. At once all his aching memories of three unbearable months had finally lifted, and his eyes closed in bliss that as was back in his beloved Jedi’s arms. He tightened his hold around her waist and leaned against her chest as he inhaled the scent of her.

"I missed you,” she sighed softly.

“Same to you,” he murmured, his face buried in the crook between her neck and shoulder. “I’m surprised that you’re here.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I came to see you, Poe,” she sniffed. “It’s been a long time since I was away.”

“I was worried while you were still out there.”

“More than your Force-sensitivity of tracking me?”

“Indubitably.” Poe lifted his head, raising his brows in a cocky manner and looked at her teary eyes. “I don’t want to spoil it too much, and it takes time,” he said meticulously, wiping her tears with his thumb.

“To be sure,” assured Rey.

He chuckled as his eyes mirroring hers while he stood in silence. It had been months since he and Rey had parted after leaving Ajan Kloss. There had been a lot of opportunities in their separate ways during the restoration of the New Republic, and some perks.

And he could see the truth in her eyes. Rey had missed him all these months since their fight against the Final Order, Emperor Palpatine, and his Sith Eternal, and she had come back to see him once again.

After disowning herself her Palpatine bloodline and adopting the Skywalker’s surname, Rey had made plans for the restoration and reorganization of the New Jedi Order––or maybe a search for the kybel crystal to build her own lightsaber from the parts of her staff.

She had returned to see Poe after her final trip to Tatooine. And either way, Poe was happy that Rey had come.

He began to move closer again until Rey spoke. “I hope you’re surprised I’m here with Beebee-Ate,” she noted. “He missed you.”

“Did he?”

She nodded slowly. “Uh-huh.”

“That’s my buddy,” he shrugged his shoulders with a sardonic grin as they gently pulled away. “And you’ve been flying Uncle Luke’s Red Five. What happened to your Falcon?”

“Lando asked me to borrow it for a while with Chewie,” she answered. “He told me the whole story about how his ship before he was beaten by Han in a card game.”

“That’s him, alright. He’ll never change a bit,” he sighed with a scoff, scratching the back of his head. “Are you going to stay for a while?”

“If you want me to,” she assured playfully, “then, I’m staying.”

“Good, I’m glad you’re welcome here, and you can stay as long as you like,” he said with a smirk. “Also, my Dad made some dinner for us tonight.”

“That’s sound’s wonderful,” she said in an optimistically.

Poe led her on a simple tour of the Force-sensitive tree. Despite growing up in the desert, Rey had already visited so many greens planets in the galaxy like Takodana and Ajan Kloss. But she was amazed at the exotic fields of Yavin 4 with its fresh breezes blowing through the Massassi trees, the scented fresh fruits of Koyo trees that Kes had planted, the bioluminescence of fresh flowers and lush green grasses, and the gleams of the late afternoon sun on the crystal-clear lake that shone with a lustrous and rare beauty.

As they strolled around under the tree in conversation, Rey noticed the renovated house nearby. “I can see the new home that you’ve to built over there. Is that the house where your parents lived?”

“Yup, I’m still restoring it,” he answered, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his fight uniform.

“Perhaps you need a hand. I’ve fixed a lot of stuff besides ships,” Rey glanced at him. “How about it, General Dameron?”

“Why not, Jedi Mistress Skywalker.” he was amused at the tone of her new surname. “A carpenter would be nicer to have around than a scavenger, a mechanic, or even a Jedi. But you only have a new lightsaber rather than a laser saw. Or maybe the Force would do–”

Instinctively, Rey quickly slapped his arm while Poe laughed with a cocky humor as they strolled. She ignored him as she is looked up to watch the gentle breeze moves through the branches of the Force-sensitive Uneti tree.

“Your father showed me this tree, and I can’t believe it’s so beautiful and mythical,” she said. “But it much seems so huge and different, unlike the one at Ahch-To.”

“It’s pretty awesome, huh? And it’s matured and more than I expected.” He walked to the trunk, but did not get close. “My mom helped Uncle Luke to cut two clippings a long time ago. So he gave her one as a thank you present.”

“So Luke has the other one at Ahch-To,” Poe continued. “and you’ve said there was a library underneath the trunk of the tree where the sacred Jedi texts kept.”

“That’s right, Poe.” she answered. “I returned the day on exile as when I saw the tree, it was burned down.”

Later, she stopped as Poe kept strolling. “Have you ever touched the tree?”

“Huh?” he blinked as he halted and turned back toward her.

“Did you?” she asked curiously.

“When I was thirteen, I was supposed to be close to the tree, but I’m afraid that was because I was being sensitive about staying away.” Then he swiftly glanced at her. “Later, I did at this point that I sat under the tree, and when I did, I felt the inside of me for the first time while I was napping.”

“Was it scary?” she asked.

Poe moved shyly away from her. “Nope, it’s childish. But sentimental.”

“Can you tell me, Poe?” Rey giggled, teasing him. “Come on.”

He turned back toward her again and looked down at the necklace that held his mother’s wedding ring around Rey’s neck. His expression was earnest as he moved towards her, and his fingers fiddling with the ring.

He took a patient breath and began. “I can only I remember what I felt about my mother and me. She was very close to me when I was a little boy. She would take me outside at night when my father was fast asleep. We went to the lake near the growing Force tree, we’d lie down on the grass and stared at the night sky.” Poe released the ring from his hand as he looked up at the afternoon sky. “Once, she pointed to the brightest star –– Caeli, the Bird Star of the galaxy. And it was a good sign; my mother promised me that I’d become the best pilot when I grew up, just like her.”

Poe missed his mom so much when he was with her. She had taught him advising and caring across the galaxy and over until he found himself in a place where the eyes of Shara Bey could not reach him.

“That was very touching, Poe,” she observed. “You missed your mom a lot?”

He sighed as he looked down at the surface roots between his feet, and he felt something like life, a presence, like the air through him. He cocked his head at her. “What about you, Sunshine?”

“What?” she puzzled.

“Have you touched or meditated through the tree?” he asked simply.

She took her breath with ease. “I felt it,” she replied with a simple nod.

“Was it scary or something?”

She shuddered slightly as Poe moved at her.  “Hey, it’s alright I’m here with you.” he reassured her.

“It’s like a magnet pulling me, Poe,” she answered, and her eyes rose and met his. “It’s not scary. It replenishes me inside––the Force––through the way of the world, through my parents, Han, Luke and Leia, and Ben. I had cherished them as my faithfully as long as I wished for them. They’re in peace now, and I shall never regret it. The bond between Ben and me has been reconciled and purpose. I was very fond of him and remember him as a friend rather than an adversary. I embraced him with gratitude when he brought me back to life after I was defeated Palpatine and the Sith.”

Poe moved closer to her, brought her hand to his lips and softly kissed her knuckle. “Finn and I thought that you were gone there at Exegol.” he murmured with his breath hitched. “I…I’m––“

“I know, Poe,” she answered softly in a brittle tone. “But I live.”

He watched her in silence for a while, and before he could kiss Rey began to talk about something else.

“I was there in Coruscant,” she said. “At the service.”

He understood. He hadn’t seen her at the Monument Plaza during the service. “Finn told me that you’d left early,” he said.

“I wish I could’ve stayed for a while, but I had something to settle.” she nodded slowly. “That was a good speech, Poe. It was very...”

“Solacing,” he admits, cutting off Rey’s sentence.

Rey clasped both hands. “I’m sorry.”

He heaved a sigh and swallowed, looking more comforted than grieving. “I know, sweetheart. I don’t want to affect myself of having an ordeal like this. I miss everyone, especially Snap and Aunt Leia.”

She bowed her head sadly. “I understand.”

“Leia was your master after Uncle Luke, Rey,” he said.

“Yes,” she said calmly. “Master Leia taught me everything while I was at Ajan Kloss. She watched me what I’m doing, and it was with a patience between peace and calm. She told me about all the moments she treasure with Luke as he taught her every day. I miss her, and especially Master Luke, Poe.”

Rey recollected the motherly relationship with the master who trained her apprentice to refocus and free her mind from fear through the Force. She understood entirely that patience was the key of the Force.

Poe walked and stood beside her as he gazed at the fields. “Before we left on a mission in search of the Wayfinder, Leia said she was passing her torch to me to bring the Final Order down. And while I was at Exegol that I nearly failed or retreated, until the spark which had become a fire finally arrived with Lando and the entire fleet from the whole galaxy. They had done it, and Leia was right about what she’d said about new hope. I believe in her, Rey.”

Then a single tear fell from his eye, and he wiped it away. “Anyway, that was then before the war was over and it was time to move on. But i’m here now with my dad to start a new life, right from the start.”

He took a breath like he’s relaxed from bereavement as he runs his hand through his hair. “So, um…how’s Tatooine?” he asked. “Beebee-Ate told me.”

“Hot during the day, and cold at night,” she said, walking over and staring out at the lake as she felt the gentle wind behind her. “It looks fairly different than Jakku. And it’s not to be lightly traveled, that desert planet.”

“Did you find what you’ve looking for at Uncle Luke’s place?” he asked, watching the most beautiful Jedi he had ever seen standing on the very edge of the lake.

After exploring across the galaxy, and revisiting Ahch-To, her final stop had been the Lars homestead in the Great Chott flat on Tatooine. The moisture farm had remained abandoned, it was there where she buried Anakin and Leia's lightsabers. She stayed there for a while in peace and tranquility, staring at the striking blue and gold sunrise of the twin suns.

“Nothing special,” answered Rey after took a long breath. She picked up a small stone and threw and skipped it across the water. “But, there’s one who came and visited me before I left.”

“Luke?”

“No, it was Leia,” she said, turning her back to him. “She told me everything about Ben, about the pain he’d suffered, that there was still good inside of him, and she could feel it before she died.”

After a moment, Poe sighed as Rey went on. “Leia told me about you, Poe. Not so feisty as you’d think since when you were with her.”

“Oh, please,” he said like he’s was fooling around. “What was our second mom saying?”

“She wanted to know how you felt to be without guidance. Your instinct as a leader was genuinely unsurpassable, and it was such a difficult situation with what you did out there. She was pleased with you, Poe.”

Poe missed having Aunt Leia by his side during the war after Shara’s passing. He was just amazed by the miracles in the galaxy.

“When if she comes as a ghost to see you,” said Poe with a light smile. “tell her to say thank you, will you?”

“There’s more,” she said, this time sincerely. “Leia told me that I was her last wish for you—it’s because I’m your gift, Poe. I hadn’t noticed this before we met––”

Poe moved closer to her and felt the way her body relaxed against his. He placed his finger gently on her lips to silence her. “Enough, sweetheart. You’ve talked too much, and I know the exact words that she said to me.”

“Oh, there is something else,” she added with a sigh, leaning her forehead to his, and held her hands on his chest, clutching her fingers against the fabric of Poe’s flight uniform. “While I was still meditating with the tree, and I felt a presence that was unforgettable.”

They stood looking at each other in serenity and longing as the sunlight gleamed on the surface of the Yavinesque lake around them.

“It’s about us, Poe.” she whispered as her breath hitches. She closed her eyes like she was praying.

His heartbeat skipped a beat, and his eyes blinked as though he couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Tell me,” he murmured, as his eyes closed with hers.

“I remember at Crait when you were bewildering me while I used the Force to lift rocks and help you, Finn, and the rest of the Resistance to escape. Then we met at the Falcon, and as we shared about our pain by Ben and then Snoke, we were truly connected. Then we bickered with each other like feral Loth-cats about the Falcon being on fire because of your habit on lightspeed skipping,” Poe snorted at that as Rey lightly chuckled before continuing. “We fought alongside with Finn against the First Order from time to time. And while on a mission, you protected me that I fought my Palpatine bloodline against turning to the Dark Lord’s throne and falling to the Dark Side. And when I was ready for heading to Exegol to face my grandfather, were still arguing that I didn’t need you to safeguard or watch over me anymore. But you  still protected me because you were deeply in love from the beginning without telling me.”

And Poe moved to hold her gently, then ran his hands smoothly along her arms and between her neck and her face. His head moved up as his lips brushed softly against her forehead. Rey flutters her eyes blissfully as she let her saying the words to flow. He whispered with kisses, from one of her eyelids to her cheek, and then that close to her mouth. Rey sighed with bliss and felt the feathery touch of his breath against her skin.

She went on: “Then the other day during the victory celebration, the night we shared each other in the deep of the forest when we made love...as the Force enlivened inside of our deepest emotions we shared, and preserved this moment forever. And when we left Ajan Kloss at dawn in our separate ways, I felt that my presence was inside still  in your heart and soul, and that you would be waiting for me when I returned from across the galaxy. And now…” she paused for a second with her eyes opened, and Poe instantly stopped kissing her while his eyes stared lovingly at hers. “Poe?”

“What?” he asked, his expression beguiling.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, begging him to continue in his dawdling manner.

“Why did you stop,” he asked. “I wouldn’t know until you allow me to say so.”

Her breath hitched, then she choked up like she was almost crying, and they were both quiet for a moment until her face rested on his shoulder and Poe moved his hand to gently fondle her head.

“I came for you, Poe,” she declared softly at last with her eyes closed. “And I’m here…right here.”

He smiled peacefully, pressing his lips against the crown of her head. “Well, you’re here right now, my Lady Jedi,” he replies. “And I love you.”

With hindsight, she took his hand from her head and placed it gently on her abdomen.

Poe‘s eyes were stunned and surprised, and his mouth parted in wonder. Rey cocked her head to face him and smiled at him.

“No way,” he stammered, furrowing his brows. “Rey, you’re––”

“Does it surprise you, General?”

As their heartbeats touched each other’s chest, Poe’s permission was written into the desperation of with which his mouth met hers, something like a sense of contentment that he shared with her. He wanted more than anything is to be with her eternally.

Two hearts and one home. Poe discerned in thought.

“So you’re staying with me, Rey,” Poe said as his eyes gleamed and smirked. “And if you live to be a hundred?”

Rey laughed joyfully. Tears flowed down on her cheeks, and he gently wiped them away with his thumb. “I hope to live to be a hundred minus a day.” she sniffed in jest.

He chuckled thoughtfully with one brow widened. He nodded and caressed Rey’s face as she looked at him. “So that I never have to live a day without you.”

She leaned her forehead against his. The Force inspirited their emotions because of love, and the heart of the galaxy was forever changed.

“I love you, Space Porg.” she murmured.

Instead of calling her ‘Desert Rat,’ he decided to call her from now on.

“I know, Buttercup,” he answers softly, pulling her gently and returning his lips to hers. “I know.”

#damereydaily2020 #damerey #poe x rey #poe dameron #rey skywalker #damerey fic #star wars fanfiction #star wars #star wars nothing but star wars #13. if you live to be a hundred #21. two hearts and one home #may the queue be with you #may the force be with you #post canon

[jimclassicstoycollection]

Thrift store haul

Green tank:

I honestly have no idea what line this tank is for; I couldn’t find a copyright date or a toy manufacturer, ut it looks like G.I. Joe characters can fit inside it, so maybe I’ll hold on to it. 

I think this tank looks pretty cool. It’s just a basic, fictional armored personal tank with the tracks and a large wheel in the back. It looks pretty neat for what it is.

The tank is obviously missing a gun I’m pretty sure I can scrounge up a random, loose cannon to wedge into the top side turret. Over the years I’ve acquired quite a few large guns which might fit.

Star Wars

Action Fleet

X-Wing fighter

Back in the 90′s Star Wars the Action Fleet were part of the Micro Machines line of Star Wars ships, and this was a random X-Wing fight which didn’t come with the pilot, or the heavy wing blasters. 

The astromech droid seems to be part of the mold, I couldn’t remove it from the socket.

The X-Wing is in good condition; I’m very happy to see all three of the landing skids are intact 

Street Sharks

Dr. Piranoid

I barely remember Street Sharks, it was a Mattel toyline meant to compete with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles back in the 90′s. It didn’t last.

Dr. Piranoid was the main villain, and I’m not sure which version this one is but his gun arm is made of a soft, rubber and I think it’s a water squirter.

For what this toy is it’s solid, and surprisingly heavy too. It looks fun as a toy, and I probably would have loved it as a kid if I was into this line. I might just add him to my TMNT toys.

I really like the Piranoid design of the scuba suit. The plastic cord are broken off at the base of the air tanks, and that stinks, maybe I’ll glue them on, or just out right remove them... 

The canopy opens up to reveal his head, and wowsers what a head sculp! I think his eye patch has a skull on it.

The head sculpt is intense and insane. I love it.

#toys #action figures #thrift store #street sharks #star wars #x-wing #action fleet #hasbro

[brooklynislandgirl]

@mynameisanakin, @tabbyrp ~*~

The smoke inhalation had done his body no benefit and she’s afraid without sticking him in a bacta tank that there will be scars left on his lungs. Even in sleep the shallow rise and fall of his chest is a morass of fear and displeasure and she wishes there was more that she could do for him, though for now Force healing has to come in small doses. Sometimes he fights her. Sometimes, he curls in and coils around her as if the past fourteen years haven’t happened and he’s still the scared little boy they brought to the Temple from Tatooine. Only, there is no Temple any more. There are no Jedi outposts, no Republic medical centres, no…

Her breath catches in her throat.

There is nothing but a new Empire that between them they have birthed into existence, and how proud that must make Pal… she can’t make herself admit it, not aloud, not even to herself. To admit their guilt is to admit that they have had a hand in all of this, from the first moment the plan was conceived, to it being carried out in such a breathtakingly blood-chilling way, and she can’t do that. She can’t lay any of the blame at Anakin’s feet though she knows some of it belongs there. And if Anakin is to blame, she will shoulder as much of it as she can because they are as much now one person as they ever were. She will no more abandon him now as she ever would have before all this. They left Mustafar two standard days ago, and she’s been piloting them seemingly aimless for all that time, even though she knows where she is going. She will take him to Zelos II, and to her fathers. She worries about them being caught, from either side of the mess, not that there are much of their kind left. The Force is empty, bereft of the life that had long filled it. That alone is heavy, oppressive. Sits on her chest and makes every part of her ache from it. The loss of friends, the loss of the younglings so full of hope and wonder ~she remembers being like them not so long ago~ and of course, the Masters. She may not have liked the Order, may not have respected it as she once did but… this is excruciating. She has no doubt as nightmarish as it all is for her, it can only be that much worse for Anakin.

She stares out the view-port. Watches as stars seem to crawl by at infinitesimal pace, thousands of systems that do not know yet that they are conquered, some not knowing anything beyond what primitive species can piece together on their own, creating new myths and stories about the strangeness in the skies. It is both peace and madness and she doesn’t know what to think, because her mind is cluttered and her spirit disquiet.

A part of her longs to go back to before the War had started, that she’d had the courage then to take hold of him then and there…and made a run for it. It wouldn’t have mattered where. If they’d been careful, found some quiet and quaint place to hole up for even just a little while, maybe the Order would have given up on them. On him. They didn’t have to be torn apart by the war, or the ever increasingly high pressured missions they sent him on. They talked about it more than once. They’d almost actually done it, once. And when he’d come back from saving Palpatine? He’d run to her. She’d met him half way. He’d almost kissed her, but something had stopped him. She’s never felt that much static in his Force Presence, the kind of turbulence that felt more like a star imploding than a young man feeling the relief of finally coming home. She didn’t see him much after that, not until after…after she’d been escorted to him by the clone trooper. She should have… His voice reaches her in a torturous sob. Calls out her name in sleep-soaked terror, and the sound is fractured. It is the first and only time Keni has ever flinched hearing it drawn out from his raw and aching throat. Her eyes are dry, like sand, feel gritty in their sockets as she closes them for a tiny splinter of a second. She takes a breath. Counts one…two… she reaches five and glances at the little astromech at her side. “You know the coordinates, Artoo.” The droid’s little whistle has never sounded so sad. “I know.” She gets up from the pilot’s seat and turns the console over to him. Her robes swish across the deck plating back to the cargo space where she’s rigged up a medical bed. She sinks down beside him, on her knees, and reaches for a cloth, dampened by cool water. She mops his brow and watches him shiver. She doesn’t have much else to add on top of him. So carefully she strips out of shawl and her robe, feeling naked but unconcerned in her inner tunic and skirt. She adds those layers and tucks it in around him. “It’s okay, Za’lali. I’m here.” She’ll always be…here.

#Mahalo!Tabby <33 #Images of Broken Light|Anakin Skywalker #Pools of Sorrow Waves of Joy|Anakin and Melakeni #Across the Universe|Star Wars AU #In Paths Untrodden|Post RotS #submission