#ch: kit fisto

[waterdeep]

KIT FISTO in THE LAIR OF GRIEVOUS.

Those who have power should restrain themselves from using it.

#tcwedit #swedit #starwarsedit #kit fisto #starwarsblr #swsource #the clone wars #m* #m*tv #m*sw #television #series: star wars #tv: the clone wars #ch: kit fisto #userobihoe #thelvadams #narshadda #useravallachs #underbetelgeuse #userarklay #i once again do not know who to tag in sw sets #anyway i love kit so expect more kit sets

[o-wise-corvid]

There Is A Child: CH 4

“Maul.” Windu’s voice thrummed with fondness. He rose from his desk, a squat little table where he could sit, have his tea service within arm’s reach, and deal with the near constant stream of updates, reports and queries that the Master of the Jedi Order was tasked with handling. The tall man rose up from this little staton though, spreading open his arms and enveloping the shorter, slighter Zabrak in a firm embrace.

Maul returned it. And for a moment, shed the years of training and maturity so that the lonely little boy who still dwelt within his hearts could feel this. The love. The acceptance. The faith.

“Master,” he said. Once. Lest the trembling of his voice be noticed. It was the same every time Maul came home. He would never say it but he missed his… his family so horribly when he was away. Their warmth. Their love that could be touched and held.

But this is why coming home to them wasn’t something Maul loathed. How could he? They were here.

“Too long, my boy.” Mace’s calloused, yet smooth, hands framed Maul’s face, tilting his head ever so slightly this way and that. “You’re thinner.”

“Mhm.” Depa smirked at the two, folding her hands within her sleeves.

“Hush up, enabler,” Maul grumbled but this only made the other Jedi snort and chuckle. Then he found himself once more enclosed within the adoration of his family. And the snark was suddenly difficult to find.

Their meal was simple. Flatbread with butter whipped with savory herbs, accompanied with a green salad for the humans and poached eggs for the Zabrak. And tea. Always tea.

Depa stifled her natural tendency to laugh as she watched her brother eat. She watched the subtlest of hesitations as Maul reached for his utensils. The quiet almost-question for permission. But then when he was unhindered, the Zabrak ate like a half-starved Dewback. She tried not to wonder when he’d eaten a decent meal last. Too often, Maul had gone multiple days without eating as a young man, not because it was withheld, but because he was too anxious to ask for it.

She and Mace shared a glance. But continued to eat; remarks would be a mistake.

“So,” Maul murmured around an egg-drenched piece of bread. He paused, wiping his mouth and then leaning back on the cushions to allow his full stomach to settle. “What is all this secrecy about?”

Mace handed his Padawans small cups of tea, not replying for a moment until he’d reclined back and had a sip. “It is not a secret. At least not you. You are… hopefully an answer to the situation.”

Maul’s brows lifted in quiet interest.

Cued by Mace, Depa spoke up. “Kit Fisto and his Padawan were sent to Nar Shadaa to help negotiate a trade with the Hutts and the Pantorans. Chemicals for medicine. Just a regular mission. They were ambushed however by a Mandalorian sect.” Depa’s brows pinched toward one another. “They fought the attack off; these Mandalorians could rudimentarily use the Force.”

“Mm. Most unusual.” Maul blinked, the steam from the tea ghosting strange against his eyes. “I still fail to understand how I am so important here?”

Mace wanted to smirk at Maul. He was such an overlarge tookah of a man. Down to the way his irises slightly contracted with his question. But Mace knew what was coming. And there would be no humor there.

“One of these Mandalorians was left behind. A child.”

The change on Maul’s face wouldn’t have registered to those who didn’t know him well. But Mace and Depa read the careful freezing of expression. The tightly maintained control about the lips. The narrowing of Maul’s irises to near-invisible slits… and the liquid bloom of acrid yellow that bled over the softer, warmer amber. That was the worst. The ghost of what Maul might’ve become had Plo Koon never found him.

“They’ve being contained at the moment,” Depa offered. “They’re not allowing anyone close. And they’re nearly emaciated as it is. Won’t eat. Sleeps only when they absolutely can’t keep their head up anymore. And their so filthy, Maul… we can’t even tell the species or gender. They won’t take off their helmet.”

Maul was very quiet and very still for a long moment. “This is going to be a very painful situation.” The words were… clinical. Detached. But the warning wasn’t lost on the other Jedi.

“We’ll help however we can. We know this isn’t going to be easy but-”

“No.” Maul shook his head. Not angrily. No. He even smiled a little. “For this child. They need this world… this life, like I did. But for them to accept it… that is the struggle.”

Mace reached over, across the table, offering an open hand to Maul. The Zabrak took it. “We knew you would understand this better than anyone. Even us. I have faith that you can help reveal this to the child. You are very stubborn.”

The three chuckled, but the levity of the moment was gone. Maul was quiet and removed again, deep in thought and memory, as he helped clean up the meal setting. The others allowed him this. But they stood on either side of the Zabrak, letting their closeness strengthen him. They all knew; Maul was going to need it.

“Stand just here. In the center.” The Quermian inclined a long, graceful hand, showing the tiny red smudge peering out from behind Mace Windu’s legs where he should place himself. The partially obscured boy shrank back a little, one fist clenched fiercely around the hem of Windu’s tunic.

“It’s alright, Maul. I will be right here. I promise.” Mace rested a hand lightly on Maul’s head, patting a little. “I’m not leaving you up here alone. It won’t take very long. They just want to ask some questions.”

The Zabrak shook his head. Hard.

“Come on, little man. You’re so brave. You can do this.”

The praise rested oddly on the little one’s ears. Mace wanted him to do this. But the praise came first? Before? Why? That was… backward. He hadn’t even completed the test yet…

So he hurried forward. Before the pain to make him do things caught him. And the hopeful feeling Mace had spoken with curdled in his throat.

“Hello little one. Can you tell us your name?”

Maul squinted. This was the Jedi who’d brought him here… had he forgotten? This was puzzling. Mace had also just said his name. Was Master Koon deaf suddenly? “You know my name…” he muttered sourly and then immediately slapped his hands over his mouth, hunching in case the Kel Dor became angry with him.

Plo Koon chuckled however. “You’re right. I do. But we need you say it for our records, if you don’t mind.”

Maul’s breathing slowed with relief and he swallowed hard. “Oh. I-I’m Maul.” His feet shifted on the hard, stone floor, the cold making his bare toes ache. Maybe he should’ve let Mace put those shoes on him that morning but… too late now.

“See the pad I hold?” Another Jedi, smaller than Maul, green and absolutely covered in wrinkles from his long, tapered ears to his three-toes, clawed feet. “A game, we shall play. See images on my side, I can. Guess them, you should.”

A game? Depa had played a few of those with Maul. He liked them. So far. He nodded his head.

The green Jedi smiled and then nodded. “Guess.”

“A… cup. A… sh-ship. A-another ship. A…” But Maul frowned, squinting. In his mind, images and shapes had seemed to pop into existence, and he just… said them. He’d seen them before. But this one… round with spikes all over it.

Maul glanced at the green Jedi, trying to wrestle his breathing down. Keep it even. Showing fear earned pain. But how could he say what he saw if he didn’t know it’s name? How was he supposed to accomplish this? They were going to hurt him. He wasn’t doing what was ordered.

“Little one?” Plo Koon leaned forward, bracing a clawed hand on the arm of his chair. “Are you alright?”

“Much fear is in him,” Master Mundi mused with a sad shake of his head.

The Zabrak before them was trembling so hard that his knees could be heard knocking together. Chest heaving, he bowed his head, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Don’t… don’t know what it is. Round. Spikes. Don’t know the-the n-name.” His face scrunched up into a braced grimace, waiting for a blow, a cut, a shock… anything. Pain. It was coming. It was always coming for him.

“Maul? Come… come on. Relax. Breathe. Breathe, little man.”

Mace’s heart clenched painfully when even under gentle touches, the little boy’s entire body jumped. He even cried out, a terrified sound.

“No, no… come on. Doesn’t hurt, see?”

There was a silent instant of tension in the room as Maul processed that he wasn’t being harmed… and then nearly collapsed into Mace’s arms. Shivering. Scraping his face free of tears.

“Not crying,” Maul insisted to no one, his voice so low Mace almost missed it.

He lifted his head, looking to the Council. “It’s… not easy for him. And probably won’t be for a while.”

“Understand, we do.” Yoda slipped on his chair and carefully approached the huddled pair. He held up his three-fingered hand so Maul could see it and then rested it on the boy’s brow.

Maul’s eyes widened, irises slitted, but then under the gentle touch, visible relaxation spread over his small frame. Until the eyes dropped shut. And he leaned against Mace’s chest, slipping into a deep sleep.

“Of improvement, the Healers speak?”

Mace nodded. “Slow. But yes, Master.”

“Time, it will take. Patience for this one, we will keep. Strong in the Force, he is. Wasted, he shouldn’t be.”

Mace stood, picking up the little boy who sighed heavily in his sleep. “Agreed. Thank you for letting me work with him, Master.”

Yoda chuckled. “Your Padawan, he will be. Decided it is.”

“Uh…” Windu looked at the rest of the council. Who all chuckled at him. He smirked at them, unable to fend off a grin as he carried Maul to the lift, and then to bed. That eventuality had been exactly what he was going to ask for.

#there is a child #chapter 4 #gen writes #jedi!maul #they au #I really love the Jedi Fam dynamic #just it’s so precious #NEXT CHAPTER WE MEET A BAAAAAAB

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge Master List

Participating in this challenge, I am making this master list and hope it may guide you to stories not yet read that you can now discover and enjoy or re discover. You can also find the stories of all others who make these lists etc under the tag #stardust reblog challenge.

September 2022:

September 1:

The Gym Membership Part 13 ( Echo ) by @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

Clone Trooper Rambles: Routine by @wanderinginksplot SFW

All in Favor of You Poe Dameron x F! Reader by @princessxkenobi SFW

All Around Me Savage Opress x Reader by @eyecandyeoz NSFW

September 2:

The Bad Batch: Just Curious TBB x Reader and with Omega by @rainydaydream-gal18 SFW

Kindred: Prologue Hunter x F! OC by @clonecyaree eventual 18+

12th:

Sins of the Father ch. 34 by @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB + Rex x Tall Reader HCs by @zoeykallus SFW

Truth or Dare TBB x F! Reader by @zoeykallus NSFW

Celebrating Together Frankie Morales x F. Reader x Benny Miller by @wardenparker NSFW

Traveler of the Night Khonshu x Fem. Reader by @interstellarwraith NSFW

13th:

Dirty Little Thief ch. 12 Hunter x F!Reader by @zoeykallus NSFW

Boinsoir ch.5 Gregor x OC Cassia Nu by @kaminocasey SFW

Rex - In Love and War 8 Rex x F!Reader by @zoeykallus SFW ( slightly suggestive )

Bruises and Scrapes 2 GN!Reader x Silco by @a-gal-with-taste SFW

Wild Abandon part5 Ezra x F!Reader by@starlightmornings NSFW

TBB x S/O Born with 2 fingers on their right hand by @zoeykallus SFW

Echo and Fives ficlet from asks by @wild-karrde SFW

TBB x F!Reader - First date HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

Howzer x Medic!Reader by @wild-karrde SFW

Hotel Sanguine Max Phillips x F!Reader by @absurdthirst NSFW

The Cottage part 2 Rebels!Rex x Wife!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Love me Gently Hunter x F!Reader by @zoeykallus NSFW

14th:

Veman`alor ch.24 Boba Fett x Reader - Din Djarin x Reader by: @galacticgraffiti NSFW

TBB x Fem!Reader - Hurt HC`s, She loves me not by @zoeykallus SFW

A Glimpse of Us part 3C Rex x Reader x Hunter by @kaminocasey NSFW

Gar Cyare Chapter 2, Alpha17 x F!Reader by @wanderinginksplot SFW

Late Night Feelings, Crosshair x F!Reader by : @kaminocasey NSFW

TBB x Reader Soft HC`s - Tall Guys by: @zoeykallus SFW

All in Favor of You, Poe Dameron x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi SFW (ish)

The Cottage Part 3, Rebels!Rex x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Hunter: Enemy Mine 4 and 5, Hunter x F!Reader by @zoeykallus NSFW

Moving On part.10 Wolffe x F!OC Jirli by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

The Hand that Feeds, Boba Fett x F!Reader Ch. 11 & 12 ( Finale and Epilogue ) by: @interstellarwraith SFW

TBB x F!Reader Spicey HC`s-Needing your attention by @zoeykallus NSFW

Tender Hearts 2/2 Dogma x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

What Blooms in Thunder Final Chapter, Rex x F!Reader, Fives x Male OC, Lieutenant Rose x F! Reader by: @rowansparrow-writing NSFW

15th:

The Riders, Silco/Reader by: @a-gal-with-taste SFW

There for You 21, Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

In Perfect Light Ch.30 Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

TBB x F!Reader HC`s - Holding a Baby by: @zoeykallus SFW

You`re Worlds Away, Din Djarin x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Do You Hear The People Sing, Fox x Reader, Thorn x Reader ( kinda ) by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Crosshair - My Beloved Enemy 39, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

PAMARTHE ARC 3: HIREACH (HIGH-RAWK), Din Djarin x F!Reader by: @djarinsbeskar NSFW

TBB x F!Reader HCs - A Soldiers Love by @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Get Rid of a Toxic Friend by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex - In Love and War 9, Rex x F!Reader by @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB x Reader with coily hair by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB, Maul, Kit Fisto, Fox x F!Reader HC`s - Adopting a Pet by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x F!Reader HC`s - To Be Heard by: @zoeykallus SFW

My Sweet Traitor, Imp!Crosshair x F!Reader 1/? by @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Kitchen Dancing by: @zoeykallus Partly Suggestive

Always, Forever - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

October 2022

November 2022

December 2022

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#stardust reblog challenge

[rebel-ahsoka]

KIT FISTO, THE CLONE WARS S4E1: WATER WAR

#swedit #tcwedit #kitfistoedit #republicnet #kit fisto #show: tcw #ch: kit fisto #*mine

[pkg4mumtown]

Consign Me Not To Darkness (Ch. 2)

Summary: Being trained by the maverick Jedi meant you had a looser view of the code than most Padawans did, but how well would that serve you when no Jedi were taught how to love?

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: M (to be safe because of Chapter 1)

Warnings: Age Gap, Angst, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: First Qui-Gon centered fic! It’s finally here and I hope you all enjoy. Thank you, Nura, for the request <3.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The bed was far too cold without Qui-Gon in it. The man was basically a personal radiator for you to wrap yourself around, making his absence all too prevalent. Then, there was the matter of the lack of communication that only made your chest hurt every time you thought about it. Still, you got up for the day, knowing your amount of rest was growing suspicious until you remembered that no one was there to wake you. Meditation probably would have done you well, considering your emotions, but you didn’t want to dwell on them at the moment.

Quite the opposite actually.

A quick snack and extended training session later, you still couldn’t feel Qui-Gon anywhere. On your walk back to your room, you saw Master Windu leaving his own, probably on his way to a meeting.

“Master Windu!” You called out to him to get his attention.

“Padawan, what can I do for you?” He asked once you caught up to him.

“Do you know where Master Jinn is? He disappeared yesterday and didn’t mention where he was going…”

“He asked for a solo mission and left early this morning. He said you had some studies to catch up on to keep you occupied,” Mace recounted. “Will that be all?”

“Y-Yes, Master Windu, thank you,” You bowed to him and back tracked back to your room.

A solo mission? Studies? What a load of bantha fodder!

When you got to your rooms, you immediately tried to comm him, but the signal was never answered. You felt emotion welling up in your throat, something you knew wasn’t a good thing. You tried to take deep breaths through your constricting throat, keeping your tears at bay and releasing your emotions into the force like a good Jedi. It was far harder than it should have been.

That night you slept in your own bed to keep the reminder of Qui-Gon’s absence away.

A tenday later, as you collapsed from another grueling training session, you felt a familiar presence just barely entering the temple. You sat up from the floor and looked around. The room was clean, cleaner than it had been in a while with not much to do but train and clean. Hopefully, he didn’t notice the dark circles under your eyes from a lack of solid sleep.

“Qui-Gon!” you greeted excitedly when he arrived, but instead of greeting you back with the same vigor, he brushed passed you.

“Padawan,” he murmured, dropping his bag near the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a mission? I was looking for you for hours…” you asked but received no answer. He kept walking like he’d never heard you, keeping his back to you. “Qui? I miss—,” you reached out with your arms to hug from behind.

“Stop,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. He took a step further from you, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what…?” You asked slowly.

“This anymore. Us,” he stressed.

You heart dropped into your stomach, your throat constricting as if someone had taken all the air from your lungs, “W—wh—hy?

“I cant keep pretending like I don’t hate myself every time I think about this gap between us, Y/N! I’m twice your age!” he leaned heavily against the small kitchen counter, not even having the decency to face you.

“B—but, we’ve talked about this! I don’t care!”

“I know, but… I do. I just—I can’t. If you’re going to break the code, break it for someone younger, someone better.”

“You’re being ridiculous! You said that our love was light! That the Force willed it!” You snarled back, your frustrations starting to manifest rapidly.

“I know what I said, Y/N! Stop fighting me on this!” He growled impatiently. “You have no idea how I felt watching you spar with that other Padawan, like my control was slipping. I’m a Master for Force’s sake. I felt like a disgusting, jealous old man!” Qui-Gon practically spat. “We’re done. I knew this was a bad idea as soon as I reciprocated your confession,” he said dismissively, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I knew you were…too young,” he stumbled over his words as if he was forcing himself to say them out loud for once.

Your chest ached at his words, the emotion continuing to choke you up. You couldn’t breathe or control your emotions. You felt something dark and suffocating simmering below the surface but tried to push it down as far as you could, but it was hard and the rage was threatening to burst from your chest. Your nails dug deep grooves into your palms as you clenched your fists, the pain barely registering through the dark clouding your mind. No doubt, by the way his shoulders tensed, he could sense the darkness through the bond, as well.

If he could affect you like this, then he was right. Neither of you could do this. You were practically choking on the dark side already. You heaved air in your chest and stormed out of the room, only letting your tears fall briefly before you remembered your surroundings in the Temple hallway. You walked aimlessly, or you at least thought you did. With each step away from him, the darkness eased back as you did your best to release the emotions.

You had no idea what was going to happen, now. He wouldn’t go to the Council and accuse you—you had as much incriminating information as he did—though it was his word against yours, but you also couldn’t continue learning under him with the darkness this close, you knew that much.

You stopped, faced with, the newly ranked, Master Fisto's door, a familiar, calming energy on the other side. He was one of the Jedi who had found you long ago, only a relatively new knight at the time, but you had regarded him as an important person ever since, akin to an older brother.

You didn’t even have to knock before his presence slid the door open before you, sensing the distress radiating off of you just on the other side of his door.

“Young one, what’s happened?” His hand came up to your shoulder, his neck bending to look you in the eyes better.

All you could do was choke on another sob and he was not so heartless as to leave you standing there. Kit brought you in for a hug to try and calm you down.

“You need to tell me what happened, your emotions are…” He trailed off, not knowing how to describe them.

“Out of control—I know,” you croaked. You took some steadying breaths, “I…Qui-Gon…I—I love him, Kit. We—”

“Stop…stop, I understand. The less I know, the better,” Kit sighed loudly.

“I don’t know what to do, I can’t go back there, I can’t continue under him. I—I felt the dark side, Kit, I was so overwhelmed…”

“But, you didn’t fall, and that’s the most important part. That is a trial in itself, even if the Council will never know,” he reassured you.

“Can…can you finish my training? I can’t even look at him…” you scrubbed your face harshly.

“I—,” Kit sighed, “We can talk to the Council tomorrow, but he will have to be there to relinquish his duty as your Master.”

You let out a shaky sigh and finally pulled yourself away from Kit, “Okay.” You wiped your face from any more remnants of tears. “Can I sleep here?”

“Be my guest,” he gestured to the spare room.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving toward the room quickly.

“On one condition,” he stopped you in your tracks. “Meditate with me.”

“I don’t want to meditate right now, Kit,” you gritted out, the irritation getting the best of you. Qui-Gon always wanted to meditate the bad away and you didn’t feel like doing anything he would have done at the moment.

“You might not want to, but you need to,” he urged more firmly.

You growled softly under your breath and spun back to face him, “Fine.”

You found a comfortable position on the floor with Kit, feeling his hands grab yours. You let him in, feeling his mind caress yours on the surface, just enough to sense the swirling darkness. His force reeled back slightly when he realized how bad it was, but pressed on, helping you release a lot of your anger. It helped, but it wasn’t a permanent solution. You couldn’t solve everything by just releasing your emotions, you couldn’t forget the words Qui-Gon had slapped you with. As you struggled to work through the emotions, one thing became clearer as the dark subsided: If you wanted to be a Jedi, you had to let Qui-Gon go.

When Kit was satisfied with the darkness being brought down to a simmer, he finally let you up. He couldn’t let you face the Council with that much darkness clouding you. One of them would surely pick up on it.

“He does morning meditation at six, so I’ll go and change then,” You sighed as you made your way to the doorway.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“I don’t want to trouble you so early, I’ll survive,” you shrugged. “Thanks again, Kit,” you passed through the doorway into his spare room.

After a night of fitful sleep, you blinked your eyes open when the sun was barely coming up. Glancing at your comm, you knew Qui would barely be getting up to head to morning meditation, so you waited another half hour before getting up. He would definitely be gone by then.

“I’ll be back, Kit,” you called out to his closed door.

“Wear something clean, please!”

You heard him shout back just before the door closed behind you. You rolled your eyes at his attempt at teasing, Kit really was your rock when you were struggling; things you wouldn’t dare admit to Qui-Gon during training.

You hesitated before swiping your keycard, seriously hoping Qui-Gon wasn’t still there. Alas, there was only one way to find out. The apartment was eerily quiet as you stepped in, which was a good sign. You made a beeline for your old room, quickly yanking out your least wrinkled tunics and tabards to quickly change into.

You had just finished cinching your obi around your waist when a voice you did not want to hear broke the silence.

“Padawan?”

You froze while adjusting the obi, quickly gulping and straightening our your tabards to make sure they were flat. You offered him no answer, not sure you could actually speak without falling apart.

“Y/N.”

When you were satisfied with your appearance, you finally turned to face him as if you just noticed the tall oaf for the first time. He hadn’t even gone to morning meditation. His hair was still down and mussed from sleep, a loose tunic hastily pulled over his chest, and pants hanging loosely from his hips.

“Oh, Master Jinn, pardon me,” You tried to speak in your best Jedi-like tone, but the waver in your voice gave you away.

“About yesterday…” His eyes were downcast, he couldn’t even look at you yet he wanted you to listen.

“Not to worry, Master, I’ve got it all sorted out,” you answered dutifully, your lip wobbling slightly as your throat threatened to betray your feigned confidence. His brows strung together, his head finally coming up. Qui-Gon’s eyes were just as red and puffy as yours, but you couldn’t be sympathetic when his words had cut so deeply. “I’m meeting with the council today.”

As if you’d just told him you were about to detonate a bomb, his eyes widened comically, “Wai—”

“Not to worry, Master Jinn, the atrocities you’re imagining won’t be discussed. Though, I’m sure they will call upon you for questions, so do try to be in the area,” I plastered on a fake smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

Before you could push past him he took you by the elbow, making you turn your head away from the contact lest you start bawling then and there.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his back hunched over in your direction, his eyes trying to search your face for answers but you kept your face hidden in the other direction.

“What’s best for me,” you stated and ripped your elbow from his hold. “For both of us.”

You stood in front of the Council with your head held high. Kit stood somewhere behind you, letting you take the lead on the explanation. Your eyes actively tried to avoid Master Yoda’s curious gaze, like he’d be able to read every thought in your head if you so much as glanced at his piercing, inquisitive eyes.

“What exactly are you asking here, Padawan L/N?” Master Windu questioned, his frown deepening with every passing second.

“To be reassigned to a different Master until I’m ready for the trials, Master Windu,” you stated like it was a normal occurrence that Jedi did.

“Under what reasoning?” Master Mundi spoke up.

“No confidence, Master.”

“This is preposterous, we can’t just vote out Masters like senators,” Master Mundi scoffed. “Jinn has unconventional methods that the Council doesn’t agree with, but that doesn’t mean we can just take away his Padawan for seemingly no reason,” he addressed to the rest of the Council.

“I don’t feel that I will be ready for my trials if I continue training under Master Jinn,” which wasn’t a total lie, you wouldn’t, and would be more likely to fall if you stayed with him. “The force has guided me to this conclusion, Masters, it is not something I’m taking lightly.”

“Replace Master Jinn, who will?” Master Yoda hummed.

“I spoke to Master Fisto before the meeting, Grandmaster,” you gulped, staring just past him at the windows.

“Master Fisto?” Windu questioned him.

“I will graciously accept Padawan L/N if the Council wills it,” Kit bowed.

“Talk to Master Jinn, we will,” Yoda hummed, squinting suspiciously at the situation.

“Very well, Grandmaster. I believe you’ll find that he shares the same sentiments that I do.”

Chapter 3

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Masterlist

i take from you everything you will allow     Wolffe and Plo and three long years in the Clone Wars, navigating a relationship that no one - including them - understands. A series of moments that meant something, after it all. *Ch 2/4/6/14/15/18  cigarettes and cilantro       Wolffe knows that smoking is bad for his health. He just doesn’t see a reason to care. It’s not like he’s going to be alive long enough for it to matter.  enganche       Wolffe is stuck at a reception for a new peace treaty, and he is a terrible dancer. What a stupid activity. Maybe the waltz isn’t for him, and he should try tango instead.

and counting*     Good soldiers follow orders. Good commanders know how to interpret.(What happens after Order 66, and how Wolffe ends up marooned on Seelos.)  count the cost*       Order 66 goes live and Wolffe watches Plo Koon's ship burn in the Cato Nemoidian sky. He can't walk away without knowing for sure his beloved is dead. Maybe it would have been better if he was.

long i stood and looked down one     In the universe next door, Plo Koon declines a seat on the Council. Some things change.

a moment of silence for those dying for attention   Wolffe has not had to share his General with anyone since he was assigned, and he likes it that way. What's this? General Plo is hanging out with a shiny in the test pilot division? Abso-fucking-lutely not. Jai'galaar had better be ready for war, and not with the Separatists.

the mother’s curse*     Thanks to the Force, Wolffe's General is 8 years old again. Now what? Wolffe's so-done-with-this meter is about to break.

prayers to broken stone*     Order 66, from two perspectives: Plo, as he’s going to sleep; and Wolffe, as he’s waking up.

an offering of grace      Plo likes sitting on the floor. One thing leads to another, and before they know it Wolffe's got his very own work of art in his bed.

what wise men fear*      There are goings-on far above Wolffe's head that he doesn't have time to care about, since he's not going to be able to change any of it anyway. But Plo gets some news he doesn't like, and then a call from an Admiral shoves him right over the edge. Wolffe begins to understand why Jedi are the way they are.

back to haunt us*      10 years ago, Plo Koon is working in the DA's office when Iaco Stark breaks out of prison to murder him for sending him to prison in the first place. Detective Wolffe Fett is assigned to keep that from happening by following him everywhere. Neither of them are thrilled with this arrangement, but it only has to last until Stark is back where he belongs. 10 years later, Plo's a professor, Wolffe's still at the precinct, and Jango Fett is out of prison with a vendetta against his sons for putting him away. They just can't catch a break.

hippocrates: the better part of valor       Plo has a lot of misgivings about how the GAR is run, especially when it comes to prioritizing medical care, and like a lot of Kel Dor, Plo will take a stand for his principles. "Right after a battle while injured" was probably not the best time to pick that fight with the battalion medic. How Plo Koon learns not to get in his medic's way, or why Kit Fisto is S-O-L when he asks for Plo's help escaping the Courageous' medbay.

two roads diverge*     Two clones and a Jedi are caught behind enemy lines. Two of them are dying, and the third is the medic. Catch made a promise, and now he has to keep it.

Promptfic

Plo survives Order 66. Wolffe doesn’t.   Turn Left The first time Plo and Wolffe do certain things Wolffe coming to terms with a telepathic General Plo Koon, senator from Dorin Wolffe and Plo are soulmates on their third lives together - but Plo doesn’t remember The Wolfpack defends their General from the Navy Wolffe, Rex, and Plo in the Rebels-era Kit having a laugh over Plo’s new relationship* Undercover as a married couple, whilst actually married Last confessions  Wolffe’s not-contagious new Force-sensitivity* The Rako Hardeen AU Soft, sleepy domestic fluff Ahsoka figures out her Master Plo is in love Kaminoan mental health Plo and Wolffe, hand-to-hand Plo is very, very distracted by Wolffe Wolffe thinks Plo would be a good father Plo sticks around for a chat after lighting Wolffe’s cig Wolffe teaches Plo to shoot Scars Wolffe is spectacularly jealous of the new shiny  Wolffe v. Jag  Plo caught on First impressions Accidental poisoning* Swimming lessons Dorin

* indicate author’s favorites. Assorted fic may exist that are not associated with this username. Author will love you forever for comments and commentary in the tags. Updated 5.20.2020

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 48)

Jaig Eyes (48/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Forty-Eight: Get’shuk

“Something I don’t understand,” Plo Koon voiced, “Is how neither Anakin nor Ahsoka could resist the influence of the Son, but you could.” He turned to look at me at the end.

I shrugged. “Obi-wan did too,” I tried.

Anakin shook his head, struggling to remember. “No, you were there. Before...I don’t remember.”

“Curious, the Force is,” Yoda reasoned, brushing the topic aside for the moment. I fidgeted before them as the old master shared a look with his friend.

“Skywalker,” Windu spoke. “Have you any more to report?”

Anakin, still looking lost in his struggle to recover his memory, shook himself. “No, Master.”

“You are dismissed,” Windu responded, watching as Anakin and Ahsoka left. “Not you,” he called as I turned as well. I stopped, sucking in a deep, calming breath. I could do this.

The others left the room, leaving me alone with Obi-wan and the Council. “Yes?” I asked, trying to appear relaxed. 

“What was it that made Skywalker join with the Son?” Windu asked, his tone dangerous. For a moment, I hesitated. If I told them that we were shown the future, would they be even more cautious around Skywalker than they already were? I swallowed, glancing at Obi-wan. He hadn’t reported that, despite knowing. 

“We were in the Well of the Dark Side. The Son gave us...visions of something horrible. Of his own creation, I’m sure.” I wasn’t so sure. But I believed in Anakin. Believed that he was a good person.

“And how could you have resisted and Skywalker did not?” Kit Fisto asked, rubbing his chin.

I glanced down at my hands briefly. “I’ve had to resist the Dark Side before,” I allowed. “And I continue to do it. Besides, I had help.”

“Help?” Obi-wan asked. “I thought you said you looked away.”

“You couldn’t just not look,” I reasoned. “But in my memories...Jango came to me. He helped me look away. It’s his memory that has always grounded me when I face the darkness.”

The Jedi were quiet for a moment, all watching me. 

Finally, Yoda spoke. “Strong, you have become,” he hummed. “Wrong, we were, to fear you.” There seemed to be some surprise at his words from the Council. Obi-wan, however, just looked proud. 

“Master Yoda is right,” Shaak Ti said in her accented voice, giving me a nod. “We should have trusted you.”

To all of our surprise, I let out a laugh. “No, I appreciate your apology, but I think your worries pushed me to be this way. If I wasn’t forced to go sort everything out, I don’t know if I ever would have.”

I earned some smiles there. “Earned our trust, you have,” Yoda spoke with a solemn nod.

“I appreciate that,” I allowed, crossing my arms. 

“Please, Kida,” Obi-wan said as the Council signed off. “Stay. you can get some food in the dining hall and make repairs to your ship. Or, if you’d like...you’re welcome to stay as you had before. The offer from the Republic still stands.”

I gave him a genuine smile as we left the war room together. “Thank you, Obi-wan, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”

“I understand,” he returned. “Of course, feel free to still make repairs and rest before you go. Our ship will be jumping towards the Inner Rim soon, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, I’ll stay for the jump.” The jedi gave me a smile before leaving me in the hallway alone.

I received even more glances as I made my way back through the ship, but I did my best to block them out. My ship was still fueling when I got back to it, greeted by Apex reassuring me that the astromechs hadn’t touched it.

We immediately began to run diagnostics, revealing that I had to charge the back up vents, dump the engine backlog, and reboot the converter. I sighed, getting to work in silence. I wasn’t far into my work when I felt the ship shift under my feet, letting me know we’d jumped into hyperspace.

And it wasn’t long after that that I felt a presence approach quietly from behind. I was perched atop my shuttle, working at one of the vents to try and flush debris. Looking up, I saw familiar armor, Jaig eyes staring at me in royal blue.

I swallowed thickly as he looked around for me, scooting closer to the edge. “I’m up here,” I said gently, seeing him jump and look up. I didn’t say anything else, just offering a small smile as I finished working on the vent. 

Rex stayed in silence as I worked, fidgeting below. Finally, when I deemed that the vent was properly cleaned, I slid to the edge of the shuttle and swung down to land deftly on the ground. The clone looked my way for a moment with his hands behind his back. He was rigid. Like he was when we first met.

I sighed. “Rex, I--”

“I’m glad to see you’re alright,” he cut me off with a soft tone, his voice automated through his helmet.

“Same to you.” I paused, glancing down at the panel I had started mindlessly working on. “Rex...I’m sorry.”

“You had to leave,” he allowed, giving me a small shrug from the gangway.

I looked away. “No. I meant for asking you to come with me. It was...unfair.” He seemed surprised at my words, his proper stance faltering. “I see that now. I know this is where your duty lies.”

Rex let out a breath, the sound weird coming through his modulator. He took off his helmet to let me look into his golden eyes, and stepped up the gangway into the hold of my ship where I worked. “Please believe me when I say that I wish it laid with you. But…”

“I understand, Rex,” I said gently from where I crouched. “I really do. I’m just sorry for putting you in that position. And for being so angry when you answered it right.”

The captain tilted his head at me. “You’ve changed.”

I hummed, “Yes, people have been telling me that a lot lately.”

“I like your new design,” he commented, obviously a little uncomfortable. He gestured to my armor, now painted in crimson. “Any meaning to it or…”

“Of course,” I chuckled. “When is there not to Mandalorian armor?” I turned a little in my crouch to let him see it. 

“Is it for defiance or honoring a parent?” he asked, raising his brow. I heard his unvoiced question, though. Was it for Sith?

“Both, I guess. Obviously for Jango, since he more or less saved me when I was at my lowest. And defiance because...despite resisting the darkness, I’m not fully ignoring my heritage. I know what I’ve descended from. And the knowledge has helped me grow. I won’t just throw it away.”

Rex hummed at me, giving a nod.

“It’s your design still, though,” I added, looking away.

“I noticed.”

It fell silent as I worked on the panel again. I wasn’t sure how I had planned for this all to go. Or how I even wanted it to go. After all this time, I was sure my emotions would have calmed, especially considering the journey I’d been on.

“It’s been a year,” Rex voiced softly, stepping a bit closer, but looking away. “I thought seeing you...would be easier.”

I stopped short, my hand stilling over the panel. “Easier?”

He breathed for a moment. “I know you’re not staying. I thought knowing that would make seeing you easier.” He fidgeted. “Do you ever wish that you’d stayed?”

“No. I needed to go to figure things out.”

“And have you figured them out?”

I smiled gently. “Almost.”

“Will you come back when you do?”

I turned to look at him, finally standing. “I...don’t know.” What would I do? My list of to-do’s ended with fixing my kyber crystal. It completed the journey I’d started on a year before. Would I return to the war effort? It seemed the Jedi were fine with my doing that.

But was I?

Was that my path?

Rex looked down-trodden, nearly jumping out of his skin when his wrist comm beeped. He was being called to the bridge. He sighed, glancing at it and fiddling with his helmet. “Even with your changes, Kida,” he said gently. “What I said back then...before you left...it’s still true.” He put his helmet back on and strode away, leaving me to my thoughts.

I knew what he meant.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

I could still hear the words clearly, despite him having said them a year prior. And he still meant them, apparently. My heart ached, knowing I had to leave. I breathed out slowly, watching him recede. 

I’d fix things one day, I decided in that moment. But for now, I knew that I had to get to a forger. One with a very special skill set. And who wouldn’t ask questions.

“Miss,” Apex interrupted my thought process as my fingers touched the lightsaber still concealed in my pouch. The kyber hummed under my touch, seeming hopeful, rather than in pain. “Diagnostics are nearly finished. We will be ready to launch within the hour.”

“There’s no rush,” I resigned, knowing the Star Destroyer was still in hyperspace. “Do you have this covered?” I asked, glancing over to see some familiarly painted armor in the hangar.

“Of course.”

“Good.” I stashed my weapons away, especially the lightsaber, before making my way over to the clones I recognized in 501st blue. 

Jesse’s face lit up as I arrived, ducking around the crates that littered the hangar. “Kida!” he cried, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Care to join in?” He gestured to the group that was standing there, holding a ball. Get’shuk.

I chuckled. “I haven’t played in a long time,” I allowed.

“And you won’t be playing today,” Kix said with a stern look to his brother. “Doctor’s orders.”

I scowled, but rolled my eyes with a laugh. “Yes, sir.”

He put his arm around me, dragging me over to the crates to sit with him. Hardcase was there, removing the top half of his armor. “Blacks versus blues,” he explained to my questioning look. He gave me a smile before handing me a cup and jogging into the playing field they’d created with spare crates. 

Sitting comfortably beside Kix, I took a long, slow sip of the clear liquid. I coughed slightly. “Is this tihaar?” I asked.

Kix shrugged. “As close as we could get it.” I couldn’t fight the smile on my face as I took another drink. “So...are you sticking around? I saw the captain talking to you.”

I hummed slightly into my cup. “No. I still have some things to do on my own.”

“After?”

I glanced at him, quirking my brow. “You guys really want me to come back, don’t you?”

Hardcase stopped on the playing pitch, ball in hand. “Well, you’re fun. We like having you watching our backs.” Speaking of, the man got tackled from behind. Hard.

“Focus, Hardcase,” one of his teammates chided, slapping him upside the head as the tattooed clone got up. Beside me, two clones chuckled. They looked younger. Sounded younger, even.

“Those are some of our newer recruits,” Kix said softly when he saw me looking. I took a sip of my drink again, already feeling the warm haze of alcohol. “Dogma, Tup. This is Kida.”

The two seemed more than pleased to be introduced, both turning in their seats immediately. “You’re Kida Fett,” one said. He had long hair that he had pulled up into a top knot and a teardrop tattoo on his cheek.

“You know criminals usually sport that tattoo,” I responded immediately. He glanced away shyly, not sure what to say. “And you,” I quipped, leaning casually. “What’s that supposed to be?” I was referring to the other’s ‘v’ shaped tattoo over his eye and nose.

The second looked insulted, but Jesse only laughed from the pitch. “Now, don’t feel special, boys. She does that to all of us.” The clone caught the ball as he talked, running along the pitch and dodging the other team.

The one with the teardrop chuckled gently. “I’m Tup.” His voice was a bit higher. Definitely younger than the clones I was familiar with. It hurt my heart to know how young he really probably was. Biologically? Probably in his 20s. Physically? He’d been alive for half that time.

“Nice to meet you,” I managed, forcing a genuine smile to my face. “So you must be Dogma, then,” I said to the other.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said formally, straightening his back.

I quirked my brow. “By the books, is he?” I muttered to Kix, making him laugh.

“Eh, he’s a good kid. Loyal soldier.”

I hummed at his comment. Loyal was a good thing. To an extent. I sensed an ominous presence about the particular clone. I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something foreboding. I shook it off as I continued to watch the game in silence, sipping my drink. 

“I had heard a rumor you came crawling back.” The voice made me jump, nearly spilling liquor on myself. Whirling, I saw a familiar bearded man leaning casually against a crate.

My face broke out in an immediate smile. “Fives?” Hopping off my crate easily, I approached him slowly, taking in his new getup. He grinned, letting me circle him. “Wow, ARC looks good on you,” I teased, taking in the new pauldron and kama. 

“Oh, it looks better on me,” a second voice assured, making me turn to see Echo. Fives punched me in the shoulder gently, right over the kyr’bes. “Nice to see you, kid.”

I rolled my eyes, surprising myself when I dragged them both into a hug. “I’m so glad you guys are alright.”

“More than alright,” Fives bragged as we stepped away. “We’re ARC Troopers now.”

I smiled. “When did you guys graduate?”

“Not too long ago,” Echo explained. “So you didn’t miss too much.”

“Relax, boys,” Kix called from where he still sat on the crates. “She’s not staying.”

“What?” Fives asked, making some of the other clones roll their eyes.

“We just went through this,” Hardcase complained before being decked by the other team again.

I shrugged at the two brothers. “I can’t yet.”

“You say that like you will eventually,” Echo commented, walking with me back to my seat.

“Well,” I looked away. “Maybe.”

“Of course she will,” Fives joked, nudging me over to sit beside me and steal my drink. “She knows she can’t stay away from me.”

“That’s what it is,” I teased back. The group laughed, dissolving into playful banter as the game continued.

At some point, we all became rather intoxicated, the group divided between players, drunk clones singing terribly, and those of us who sat and told war stories and jokes, constantly refilling our drinks.

Amongst it all, though, I felt when he arrived to the scene. His golden eyes watched me from the other side of the hangar where he stood with Skywalker. He took in me enjoying the company of his brothers and felt warm inside.

He was practically projecting, his emotions were so easy to read. I worried that Skywalker would notice, but then again, I was sure he already had. He wasn’t stupid.

But neither was he cruel. He broke the rules for love. Why would he stand in the way of his captain?

I shook myself. Was it love? Maybe it was. Even after all this time, seeing him made my heart soar. Through it all, even when Darth Bane was turning my own thoughts against me, I always thought about Rex. What would things have been like if I weren’t who I was? Or if he wasn’t a clone?

Of course, such speculations would only cause harm. Things were as they were. There was no changing that.

Glancing across the hangar to where I knew I’d find him, I met his gaze. After a moment of merely looking, I offered him a smile. It was small, but real. The corner of his lips quirked slightly at the sight before he nodded slightly and turned back to his general.

As I felt the Star Destroyer lurch out of hyperspace, cuing my time to leave, I came to a decision. Spending the time with the clones. With the jedi. With Rex, even from across the room. I loved it. Sure, it was war. It was loss. It was horrible.

But I never felt more at home than when I was with them.

As I said my goodbyes and made my way to my ship, Apex already readying the engines, I decided that after I fixed my kyber crystal, my next goal was rejoining the war. I would live for balance. And I’d live for the people I cared about.

If joining the war was how to keep them safe, then so be it.

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Get’shuk -- A team game similar to rugby

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CESTUS HİLESİ - ASAJJ VENTRESS  VE OBI WAN ARASINDA SÜREGELEN İLİŞKİ

Klon savaşlarına dair güzel bir hikaye okumak için Star Wars genişletilmiş evrenden Cestus Hilesi ve yanında bonusu Hive (Kovan) adlı hikayeye bir göz atmanızı tavsiye ederim. Yazar Steven Barnes güzel bir iş çıkarmış, Arka Bahçe yayıncılığa da teşekkürler....

Ama öncelikle kitabın kapağına bakarak içerde Kont Dooku^yu bekleyenleri uyarayım, kendisi romanda pek yer almıyor. Kapakta niye yer aldığını ben de anlayamadım, çırağı Asajj Ventress olsa daha mantıklı olurmuş. Özellikle çizgi roman ve çizgi filmlerde Asajj ile Obi Wan arasındaki kimya hoşunuza gittiyse bu romandan epey keyif alacaksınız.

Herneyse hikayeye gelecek olursak maceramız Ord-Cestus gezegeninde JK 13 adlı jedi killer robotların üretilmesiyle başlıyor. Bu yeni tip robotların sınırlı seviyede güç kullanma yetilerinin olması onları olduka zorlu birer savaşçı yapmasından dolayı Ayrılıkçılar da bu robotları kendi orduları için kullanmak istiyor. Ord Cestus ekonomik olarak zor durumda olduğu için robotları Ayrılıkçılara satmayı planlıyor.

Tüm bunlar karşısında Palpatine, Obi Wan ve Kit Fisto’dan Ord Cestus’a giderek bu robotların üretiminin ve ihracatının durdurulmasını talep ediyor. İkilinin yanında Doolb Snoil adlı Vippit diplomat ile Arc-Trooper A-98′in komutasında bir klon asker birliği bulunuyor. Obi Wan ve Doolb Snoil diplomatik tarafta ilerlerken, B planı olarak Kit Fisto ve klon askerler bir isyan çıkartarak gezegende kontrolü sağlamayı planlıyorlar. Kont Dooku’nun gezegene anlaşmaları yönetmesi için Asajj Ventress’i göndermesiyle işler kızışıyor.

A-98 adlı klon askerin Sheeka Tull adlı bir pilota aşık olması ve kendine Jangotat (Jango’nun kardeşi anlamında) demesi, romanın ana hikayesine paralel olarak ilerleyen güzel detaylardan bir tanesi... Bunun yanısıra Ord Cestus gezegeninin hikayesini ve oranın yerel halkı X’Ting ırkına dair bilgileri de hikayeyle birlikte öğreniyoruz.

Hive adlı minik öykü ise romana ek olarak gelen ve sadece ebook olarak yayınlanan bir macera. Türkçeye çevrilmeyen bu mini hikayede Obi Wan X’Ting ırkının sağlıklı yumurtalarını kurtarmaya çalışıyor.

Kitabı okurken Asajj ile Obi Wan arasındaki çatışma oldukça hoşuma gitti. Asajj ile Obi Wan arasında yer alan diğer karşılaşmaları da burada belirtmek istedim. Sonuçta ikisi arasında bence bir çekim var. Çizgi film, kitap ve çizgi roman segmentlerini kurcaladığımda ortaya şunlar çıktı.

Star Wars Republic 51-52 New Face of War (Çizgi Roman)

Naboo’nun Ohma D’un ayında Gen’Dai ödül avcısı Durge ile birlikte Asajj Ventress, Obi Wan ve Anakin ile savaşır.

Star Wars Republic 53 Blast Radius (Çizgi Roman)

Queyta’da yine Durge ile birlikte Asajj, Kenobi ve diğer jedilara karşı savaşır. Kenobi’ye ayrılıkçılara katılmasını teklif eder. Red yanıtını alınca bir sonraki buluşmalarında Obi Wan’ı öldüreceğini söyler.

Clone Wars Animated Series - Ch 17 (Çizgi Film)

Geonosis savaşı sonrasında Dooku, Asajj’a Anakini’ öldürme göreviini vermiştir. Anakin’i Yavin 4′e sürükleyen Asajj burada onunla dövüşür. Ancak dövüşü Anakin kazanır. Anakin, Asajj’i yaralı olarak Yavin 4′de bırakır.

Cestus Hilesi (Roman)

Ord Cestus’ta Asajj, hem Obi Wan hem de Kit Fisto ile karşılaşır. Su altında yaptıkları dövüş sonrasında Asajj kaçar.

Star Wars Republic 60 Hate and Fear (Çizgi Roman)

İkinci Jabiim savaşında Obi Wan ve Alpha 17 adlı klon asker Asajj tarafından esir alınır ama Obi Wan kaçmayı başarır. 

Star Wars Republic 69-71 Dreadnoughts of Rendili (Çizgi Roman)

Rendili savaşı sırasında Asajj, Titavian IV gemisinde Obi Wan ve Quinlan Vos’u öldürmeye çalışır ama beceremez. Onları Coruscant’a kadar takip eden Asajj orada Anakin’e saldırır. Anakin’in korkularını kullanarak suratında bir ışın kılıcı izi bırakır. Episode 3′de Anakin’in suratında yer alan izin kaynağı da budur... Anakin hiddetini kullanarak Asajj’ı yener.

Clone Wars TV Series - Ep 16 Hidden Enemy (Çizgi Film)

Christophsis gezegeninde Ventress, Obi Wan ve klon askerlere saldırır ama sonra kaçar

Clone Wars - The Movie (Çizgi Film)

Jabba the Hutt’ın kaçırılan oğlu Rotta, Anakin ve Ahsoka tarafından kurtarılır. Destek birliklerle gelen Obi Wan’a, Asaj Ventress saldırır.

Clone Wars - Hero of the Confederacy (Çizgi Roman)

Ventress, Vikont Harko Vane’in gemisi patlatır ve suçu Anakin’e atar. Obi Wan olayı araştırır ve sonunda Asajj ile dövüşür. Asajj yine kaçmayı başarır.

Clone Wars - Nightsisters (Çizgi Film)

Darth Sidious, Asajj’ın gereğinden fazla güçlendiğini farketmiş ve Dooku’dan Asajj’ı öldürmesini istemiştir. Sullust savaşında Anakin ve Obi Wan, Asajj ile dövüşürken Dooku üçünü de öldürmek için harekete geçer ancak Asajj kurtulur ve ana gezegeni Dathomir’e giderek, Talzin Ana’dan destek alır. Dooku’yu öldürmek için yemin eden Asajj, yanına Darth Maul’un kardeşi Savage Opress’i alarak Dooku’ya saldırır ancak sonra yine kaçmak zorunda kalır.

Clone Wars - Bounty (Çizgi Film)

Dooku ile olan mücadelesinden sonra Asajj, ödül avcısı olur. Genç Boba Fett’in liderliğinde Bossk ile birlikte bir takım olurlar.

Clone Wars - Revenge (Çizgi Film)

Savage Opress’in üzerine konan ödülü almak için peşine düşen Asajj, onu kardeşi Maul ile birlikte Raydonia’da bulur. Obi Wan yanlarında tutsak olarak bulunmaktadır. Asajj, Opress’i yenebilmek için Obi Wan’ı kurtararak iki kardeşe karşı dövüşür. Ancak birlikte olmalarında rağmen güçleri yetmez be Obi Wan ile birlikte kaçarlar.

Yoda - Karanlık Randevu (Roman)

Sebebi bilinmeyen bir nedenden dolayı Asajj, Dooku’nun hizmetine tekrar girmiştir. Whie ve Scout adlı iki padawanın peşinden giden Obi Wan ie Anakin’le dövüşmeyi göze alamayınca kaçar.

Star Wars - Obsession (Çizgi Roman)

Dooku, Asajj’a Boz City’de bazı sibernetik implantlar yerleştirir. Oraya gelen Anakin ve Obi Wan’la dövüşürken zor durumda kalır. Kaşmaya çalışan Dooku’nun yanına gemisiyle gitmeye çalışır ama Dooku’nun gemisi onu vurur. Yaralı ve hiddetli olan Ventress kendisine yardım etmeye çalışan Obi Wan’a saldırır. Anakin, Asajj’a ölümcül bir darbe vurur. Asajj, ölüm döşeğinde Obi Wan’dan Dooku’yu durdurmasını ister. Obi Wan, Asajj için özel bir tıbbi gemi getirir. Ancak Asajj ölmemiş, kendisini Sith transına sokmuştur. Daha sonra Dooku ve Jedilardan uzak durmaya gayret eecektir.

Kendisiyle ilgili en güncel roman, Quinlan Vos ile birlik olup Dooku’ya karşı savaştıkları Dar Disciple romanıdır.

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