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idontknowwhattoputasmyusernameee · 1 year

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Star Boy

Chapter 1

Age: 8, Year: 32 BBY

Word Count: 5179

Warnings: None, other than it’s slow.

A/N: This is an Anakin x reader fic and my first ever writing project so beware.

The temple was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight as twelve cloaked figures stepped out of the shadows to investigate the small bundle that lay at their entrance. They removed a few strips of fabric, and there you were, fast asleep in a bed of warmth and safety. The council members all paused for a moment, captivated by your angelic face and cherub lips. After a brief discussion, they quickly agreed to take you in and provide you with a loving home. A few of the members provided emotional support, and one even took care of the daily parenting duties. Together, they created a safe and loving environment where you could grow, learn, and thrive.

It was obvious that you had special talents from a very young age. When you were only two years old, you were already able to lift heavy objects. By the time you turned five, your skills in dual wielding weapons outperformed those of other children your own age. Now, at eight years of age, you were being mentored by none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. You quickly raced up the ranks as one of the brightest Padawans in the Jedi Order, and everyone around seemed to recognize your potential for greatness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was more than just a Jedi master to you. He played a vital role in your life as a mentor and friend. He did not preach lessons, but lived them out. Always ready to offer guidance and support whenever you needed it, he faced the responsibility of what being a Jedi really meant. Despite his young age of 25, he proved to be an exceptional master and an even better friend.

As with any relationship, your bond with Obi-Wan was not without its challenges.Obi-Wan could feel the tension between you two, especially when you would spend your evenings alone in your room with no communication. He was concerned and tried to initiate conversations but saw how they only pushed you deeper into your shell. With a heavy heart, Obi-Wan decided to respect your boundaries and give you space, hoping that one day he'd get the glimpse of the person he knew was inside you.

At first, Obi-Wan thought your quiet demeanor and unwillingness to share made you seem shy and unsure of yourself. But once you began to open up, he watched your skills in the Force sharpen with each practice session. Every mission felt like a success; you knew when to take charge, but also when to listen and follow his leadership. Together, you achieved everything the Jedi council asked of you, earning praise for the two of you.

Normally, you would have been partnered with Qui Gon, Obi Wan's mentor and dad-like figure. Until his untimely death. Hearing stories of how Obi Wan had to watch helplessly as Qui Gon was taken away from him, then later slice Darth Maul in half, you wished you could have been there for him. But instead, you were stuck at the temple for weeks due to an infection picked up on a previous excursion.

Yesterday, the doctors released you from the med-bay and urged you to move around and get some fresh air. You remembered hearing about a garden tucked away on the grounds, so you decided to explore it. Unlike the meditation gardens, with its single tree and sparse flowers, this one was full of life. As you stepped through the entrance, a path snaked through the green foliage. The sun shone down from an open roof above and sparkled off a babbling brook that emptied into a small pond in the center of the clearing. Birds flitted through the branches of a tall oak tree providing shade, and butterflies danced around bright patches of wildflowers. This secret paradise became your safe place - a haven where you could find solace and connection with nature.

You stumbled out from the path onto a patch of dewy grass beneath an ancient tree, its branches forming a canopy above you. Rays of golden light filtered through and illuminated your skin with shifting shadows. From beyond the tall grass, trickling water could be heard, dipping into a nearby stream. This place was so different from the meditation rooms that couldn’t replicate this level of serenity or peace. Here you felt safe, nestled within the embrace of nature. You let out a content sigh and basked in the sun’s warmth until eventually sleep overcame you.

Over the next couple of days, snippets of conversations between Qui Gon and the council trickled down to you. They had located a child on Tatooine with a connection to the Force, and Qui Gon wanted him as his Padawan, but he was too late. So instead, according to Qui Gon's dying wish, Obi-Wan would be training the boy alongside you. You wished you could protest—you weren't ready to share your teacher's attention like this—but it seemed like you were stuck with it.You still couldn't wrap your head around why everyone was making such a fuss about this boy you hadn't even met yet…but soon enough, you'd find out.

…

Obi-Wan's ship slowly descended from the sky like a graceful dove, its thrusters burning to draw nearer to the ground. You felt your heart flutter in anticipation, and without thinking your feet moved forward, propelling you towards the docking bay. You had been counting down the days until Obi-Wan's return, and it seemed that today was finally the day.

Your small form flew through the air as you leapt into Obi-Wan's arms, feeling his warmth radiating around you even through his Jedi tunic. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a gentle embrace, before pushing you back slightly to look at you and give a little huff of amusement.

"Hello there," he greeted you with a warm smile. You grinned back, unable to hide your excitement at seeing him again. "Hello, master, I've been looking forward to your arrival," you replied happily.

"I sure hope so. It would be tragic if my own padawan didn't miss me." His blue eyes sparkled in amusement as he reached for your shoulder and turned both of you towards the exit. “Come, young one, we have much to discuss."

…

You had heard plenty of stories about the mysterious boy, but you were never given the chance to meet him. Obi-Wan shared a brief description — a nine-year-old Tatooine slave with incredible strength and an ability to fix anything — but he was nowhere in sight. You couldn't help but wonder why this kid was being kept hidden from you. A week later, Obi-Wan finally revealed the boy’s identity: Anakin Skywalker.

You knelt in the center of the garden, a basket of freshly picked daisies and lavender resting beside you. With each flower you plucked, you worked quickly to weave them into an intricate crown. As your fingers moved deftly through the petals and stems, your heart raced with excitement about the forbiddenness of it all. You were completely unaware that Anakin had crept up behind the tree, watching as your delicate fingers created something beautiful out of these forbidden flowers.

Anakin had seen you from a distance, noticing the way you moved through the temple with an air of quiet determination and focus. He was drawn to you as he could sense your confusion and curiosity through the force – something about you captivating him and yet intimidating him at the same time. With a sudden burst of courage, Anakin walked around the tree and stood in front of where you were seated, his heart pounding against his chest as he prepared to introduce himself. He noticed how alone you often seemed, without any signs of friends or companionship. He was determined that today would be different.

A sandy-haired boy with spiky hair and a Padawan braid hanging behind his ear stepped into your secret garden hideaway. You eyed him cautiously, your fingers pausing in their rustling of stems as you tried to discern why he was there. He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked, and you glanced down at the flower crown in your hands, its intertwined stems creating an intricate pattern. Your mouth opened slightly before you shook your head, choosing not to answer his question.

The boy sat beside you and watched silently as your fingers expertly braided together the petals and leaves of the freshly picked flowers. You could feel his gaze on your face when he finally spoke again.

"You know you're not allowed to use those, right?" His tone was gentle but held a hint of warning.

You hesitated for a moment, eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You won't tell... right?" you asked, the unspoken menace hovering between you. He shook his head and crossed his heart with two fingers to emphasize his assurance of secrecy. "Cross my heart and call me bantha fodder" he added, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his humorous answer, though you weren't quite sure what it meant.

Your amusement was fleeting as you returned your gaze back to the task in front of you. Curiosity soon got the better of you though, prompting you to ask him one more question. "What's your name?"

A hint of pride lit up his face as he answered, "Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." As if prompted by the mention of his own name, he stuck out his hand towards yours in invitation to shake. You looked up abruptly and studied his face carefully, finally able to put a face to the infamous name that had been whispered throughout the temple. Even now, weeks later, he had managed to cause quite a stir among its ranks. Your preoccupation with your thoughts caused you to miss his gesture of greeting until he cleared his throat lightly and subtly wiggled his outstretched fingers.

"You were supposed to be Qui Gon's padawan."

Anakin shifted nervously in place, his gaze dropping to the floor as he muttered "I was..." before trailing off. His fingers twitched at his sides, and there seemed to be a heavy weight on his chest. Though Anakin had only known him for a short while, this person was the only one who had shown him kindness besides his mother. Now he was Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawan - a pleasant enough teacher, but one who seemed to regard Anakin more as an obligation than something special.

You placed your hand gently on Anakin’s shoulder, letting your presence and force signature fill him with a calming reassurance that allowed him to relax and feel lighter. After giving Anakin’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, you pulled back and picked up the crown lying between you both. You studied it for any flaws in the sunlight streaming through the window, while Anakin watched you in confusion, not knowing what he should be looking for.

"You're Obi-Wan's padawan now," you said softly. "I'm his padawan too."

Anakin nodded hesitantly, turning away from you to inspect the crown some more. "I don't think he likes me very much," he whispered unhappily.

You shook your head and sighed. "Obi-Wan is a good man. Kind and thoughtful. I’ve known him all my life. He’s like my -" You paused mid-sentence, noticing the slight edge of defensiveness in your voice. "He's probably just…overwhelmed with Qui Gon, that was his old master."

Anakin furrowed his brows in confusion. "I thought Jedi weren't supposed to have attachments?"

"They're not," you replied firmly, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. "But you will find Master Kenobi to be a special exception to that rule."

"How so?" Anakin asked, eyes widening with curiosity.

You didn't answer right away, finishing up fixing the odd lump on the crown before setting it aside. After a few moments, you met his gaze with an amused expression.

"You'll see," you said mysteriously.

He stared at you for a moment before pressing forward with another question: "How come you weren't with Obi-Wan when..." He realized that you hadn't been with them on Tatooine or Naboo.

Your expression softened slightly as you explained, "I was ill from a previous mission and had to stay on bed rest for a few weeks."

Anakin nodded slowly, unsure how else to respond other than asking with genuine concern, "Do you feel better now?"

You let out a soft laugh and smiled at him warmly. "Obviously."

Anakin playfully rolled his eyes at your response, feeling comforted by the familiarity of the situation. It reminded him of pleasant memories from his childhood on Tatooine when he would banter with his friends. It was a reminder of a simpler time and place he could call home.

His next words were more than just a casual inquiry; they were a heartfelt plea for companionship and connection of the most valuable kind. He was looking for something that could ground him in the present moment and provide comfort from the unfamiliarity of his new life: someone he could count on as an ally and confidant—a friend who could bring back memories of innocence and belonging from his past home.

You glanced up at him and softly smiled in understanding, raising the flower crown and gently placing it atop his head. For the first time in weeks, he felt content.

…

Training alongside Anakin was better than you thought it would be. He was far more skilled for being a newbie and proved worthy of being a part of the order. From an outside perspective, you could tell how apprehensive the higher-ups were; they seemed to walk on eggshells around him. Sure, he was better and better than expected, but their reactions left you feeling like a zoo animal as the council came in and observed you two. You couldn't even imagine what it must have felt like for him.

You both had just finished a light lifting exercise, with Anakin closing his eyes as he attempted to lift a nearby object using the force. His efforts impressed you, and your face lit up with amazement as he moved the boulder slightly off the ground before eventually opening one eye to watch your response. No one he has ever known has been so impressed by something as simple as a rock, yet he was still surprised by you. Your eyes met his as he set the stone down gently on the ground.

“Why did you stop?” You asked him.

He shrugged, “I got bored. Why don’t you try it? I bet you can’t get it any higher.”

When the two of you were together, his easy banter and sense of humor lightened the air. At times, he'd deliver a punchy zinger or two, aiming it right at you, but you knew it was all in good fun. Other occasions, his teasing crossed a line and your patience evaporated - yet still, you'd often bite back with playful sarcasm.

"Fine," you declared, a surge of confidence flowed through your veins as you lifted the large rock with relative ease. You held it there for a few seconds, demonstrating your strength before setting it back down. Turning your head to Anakin in satisfaction, you saw his eye roll and felt a mischievous smirk tugging on the corners of your mouth. Taking advantage of his distraction, you quickly grabbed a small pebble next to you and threw it at his arm.

Thwack

"Ow, what the-"

"Your arrogance is too high for someone that's only been here for a couple of weeks," you warned him.

He rubbed his arm, looking at you with a frown. "So?" he responded exasperatedly.

"So," you continued, "You need to practice more instead of challenging me with things I'm already competent at."

A sudden, searing pain ran through your arm, causing you to gasp. You glared at him and he grinned, knowing he had won this round of their game. He tried to contain his laughter as he sucked in his lips.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, already reaching for another pebble to fling at him. The two of you sprinted around each other, dodging the tiny missiles in the air and laughing. Until suddenly Obi-Wan appeared before you both, hands tucked into his sleeves with an incredulous look on his face.

"What in the world are you two doing?" He asked, bewildered. You scrambled to find something to say while Anakin stood still, eyes glued to the floor. Obi-Wan sighed loudly before telling Anakin that the council needed him again and informing you that you would meet for dinner later and that you should clean up this mess. With a wave of your hand, you quickly put all the pebbles back where they belonged before following Anakin's path to the council room. As curiosity pushed you forward, you made your way underneath the floorboards and into a secret vent where Murmurings of voices could be heard from within.

The thick metal grates of the temple were illuminated with a bright force, making it possible to distinguish the figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker standing in the center of the chamber.

“Based on your performance during the trial period, we have concluded what is best for not only the Order but also the galaxy…” A deep rumble filled the room as Mace Windu spoke.

Yoda spoke up, “Impressive progress you've made.”

Mace Windu straightened up, his voice heavy with disappointment. “But we cannot accept you into our ranks—we believe it would be too dangerous to keep you here.”

Confusion coursed through your veins—what did that mean?

“Is he not the chosen one?” Obi-Wan interjected, “You saw him with your own eyes; his skills have far surpassed most padawans in this temple.”

Anakin was the Chosen One, the one that was supposed to bring balance to the force.

“Skills are not what makes a Jedi, Kenobi. It's the heart of the individual and the spirit that truly makes one. As impressive as he is, he's too dangerous.”

A long pause fell throughout the room, the air thick with tension. You waited with bated breath hoping they didn't truly intend on sending away Anakin.

“So what are your intentions?” Obi-Wan asked.

“He will be sent back to Tatooine and reunited with his mother. Anakin, on behalf of myself and the council I am sorry.” You watched the bottoms of Anakin's boots turn towards the exit, but something stopped him.

“What will happen if the Sith get to him? What will we do then, hmm?” Obi-Wan asked, refusing to let go of his newly appointed Padawan.

“How are we to bring balance back to the force if he has no knowledge of it?” The question hung in the air for a while.

“He has attachments Obi-Wan that is why we must let him go. We already made a mistake bringing him here.”

You could hear Obi-Wan's defeated sigh, “If he is brought back to Tatooine. The Sith may pluck him from our grasps and teach him the ways of the dark side.”

“From what I recall Kenobi,” Windu’s voice was slow and threatening,” You didn't even want the boy.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping loudly. You hoped the others didn’t hear it. “Continue this conversation at a later time. Another presence I feel,” Yoda said. You held your breath and scrambled back down the passageway, away from the council room. The cold stone walls scraped your skin as you moved, and you could feel your heart pounding so hard you were sure whoever was around would hear it. You quickly spotted an opening in the wall which led out into a hallway behind the council room, and you made a dash for it.

Finally, you reached the opening and cautiously peered out. The hallway was empty, but you knew that could change at any moment. You quickly crawled out and slid the grate back into place before standing up. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

You could practically feel the tremor of the steps reverberating through the corridor as Anakin and Obi-Wan approached. Panic began to rise in your chest as you tried to come up with a plan, but it was too late – they had already spotted you.

“Oh, it's you,” said Obi-Wan, surprise evident in his voice.

All you could do was nod in response, feeling relieved that he didn't mention the meeting. However, when you chanced a glance at Anakin, his gaze was stern and fixed upon you. You quickly averted your eyes, suddenly conscious of your state – your robes were caked with dust and dirt collected from the vents.

Obi-Wan heaved an exasperated sigh before saying “Y/N, your robes are absolutely filthy.” You fumbled for a response and then quickly swiped away the debris from your clothing.

“Sorry, Master,” you muttered apologetically.

He nodded in understanding before adding “Let's just get to dinner before someone grabs the last cushnip.”

…

You assumed that the council had changed their decision about Anakin since he had been around for a couple of weeks. Obi-Wan was none the wiser to your knowledge. However, you started to notice that Anakin was acting oddly around you, speaking in short clipped sentences and avoiding eye contact. His frustration with the Council's decision seemed to be transferred onto you, although you weren't sure why. You tried to talk to him about it, but while he was polite, he didn't let on what was bothering him.

Once again you and Anakin were dueling. Sparks flew from both of your lightsabers as they clashed against each other, and the force of each strike reverberated through your arms. Your feet skidded across the floor as you nimbly evaded his attacks while seeking an opening to attack yourself. Even though your skills matched each other's evenly, Anakin's strikes seemed almost frenzied as if he was trying to vent all of his frustrations into the fight itself. His jaw was clenched tight in anger, and there was a wild glint in his eye as he pressed forward relentlessly. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to retreat before it was too late, but still, something kept you rooted in place as if waiting for something—or someone—to intervene.

“Anakin! Control your anger! You don't want to kill her, you want to disarm her," Obi-Wan scolded.

He nodded at Obi-Wan and then turned his attention to you. His eyes intense under the light of the room and he stood tall and proud, ready for battle. You studied Anakin's movements intently, noting the way his fists tightened and his shoulders tensed up moments before he charged towards you. You braced yourself as he lunged forward with great force, lightsaber drawn and pointed directly at you. In one quick motion, you managed to block his attack and flick your own lightsaber in an attempt to use his momentum against him. But Anankin was too fast--he blocked your move and twisted his lightsaber to gain control of the situation, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Anakin's fighting style forced you out of your comfort zone--you were used to attacking with swift precision, but he was unrelenting and ferocious. Your blue and yellow lightsabers clashed in a dizzying display of speed and finesse as you battled it out tooth-and-nail. Sweat beaded on your forehead from the strain of keeping up with Anakin's relentless attacks.

You attempted to distract him with a series of twirls and spins, hoping to catch him off guard, but he was too focused. As you stepped back to face him once more, he suddenly lunged forward, catching you off guard. You stumbled backwards and fell awkwardly on your wrist, the sound of a slight snap echoing throughout the room. You gasped in pain and looked up at Anakin in a mixture of shock and agony.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan yelled.

But Anakin wasn't worried about Obi-Wan, he was worried about you as he ran to you. You sat on the floor holding your limp wrist to your chest. You tried to hide your tears from Anakin, too embarrassed to show him you were crying. That's when you noticed blood dripping from your nose and onto your robes. You realized he had punched you in the face.

The soft sound of his footsteps filled the room as he hurried across it. Anakin immediately got on his knees, apologizing profusely: “Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I don't know why I-”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan called again, trying to get the boy's attention. Anakin finally looked at his master with shame and guilt in his eyes.

“Go to the meditation room," he ordered, while walking over to your crying frame.

“But-”

“Now,” he said louder. Anakin obeyed, hanging his head and walking out of the room.

…

You winced as a medical droid wrapped your wrist in a tight bandage and secured it with an extra-wide sling. They then shined a bright light into your eyes to check for a concussion before checking your nose, which was only bruised. All the while, Obi-Wan stood nearby, occasionally placing a comforting hand on your shoulder or squeezing your arm reassuringly.

When he left, you were left alone in the sterile med bay, struggling to make sense of Anakin’s outburst. Your thoughts raced as you sat on the edge of the med bay bed, listening to the faint humming of the droids. You weren't sure what had changed in Anakin, or why he had used violence against you. All you knew was that you had to stay strong and make it clear that such behavior wouldn't be tolerated.

As the door creaked open, Obi-Wan stepped into the room, his long brown robes sweeping gracefully along the ground and Anakin tailing closely behind. Obi-Wan's piercing gaze settled on Anakin who hung his head low in shame, not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Well..." Obi-Wan began, his brow crinkling with curiosity as he looked toward Anakin. You waited silently for Anakin to speak up, your eyes narrowing at him as you tried to ignore the pulsing pain coming from your sore wrist.

At last, Anakin lifted his head and your eyes locked. His cheeks were wet with tears and a lump formed in your throat when you realized it was more than just guilt that he was feeling - he had been crying for himself. Despite your inner urge to hold a grudge, you knew forgiveness was the best way forward.

“I'm really sorry Y/N," he said quietly while avoiding Obi-Wan's gaze. Your expression softened slightly as you replied, “Alright, I forgive you." A wave of relief dropped over Anakin's entire body and before you could react he had wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. You winced in pain as your tender wrist felt pressure, but Anakin let go quickly with a sheepish apology.

“Come on now," Obi-wan interjected in a firm tone, ushering both of you out of the room. With Anakin’s help, you hopped off of the bed and quickly made your escape - there would be more to discuss tomorrow.

…

You awoke the next day, feeling disoriented with a tight ache radiating from your wrist. You knew you had to find Anakin in the meditation chambers and threw on your robe, trying to ignore the itch of the cast encasing your arm.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as you stepped out of your room. The chill breeze that swept in through the window made you shiver, but it did nothing to diminish the beauty of the oranges, pinks and yellows that painted the sky.

The hallway was still, with no signs of life other than your own presence. As you followed the path to the meditation chambers, an ever-growing sense of peace flooded through you. The gentle chirps of birds and rustling of leaves filled the air around you, and with every step taken you felt calmer.

The entrance to the meditation chambers loomed before you — two gigantic wooden doors carved with intricate designs that reached up to the sky. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open one of the doors and stepped inside.The room was huge, with tall ceilings supported by massive stone pillars that reached down to the floor below. Dust motes glittered in the sunlight streaming through high windows, illuminating a chamber full of cushioned chairs. In the middle of the room sat Anakin, his legs were crossed and his hands were placed on his knees. His eyes were closed as if he was in deep meditation.

You stood there for a moment, just watching him. Contemplating on whether or not you should speak. You cleared your throat, and he opened his eyes slowly, turning his head slightly to look at you. His expression was unreadable but gentle. Your mouth opened, about to say something before he beat you to it.

"I know you were there at that meeting," he said softly but firmly, watching your face carefully as realization seemed to dawn on you that he had noticed your presence.

"But why were you mad at me?" you asked hesitantly.

Anakin let out a deep sigh before responding. "I wasn't mad at you, I was just..." He trailed off for a moment as he thought about what he wanted to say next. "Frustrated," he finished finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You frowned but stayed silent so he could continue.

"I took it out on you when I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."

You nodded, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease off. Anakin had to be one of the most complex people you’ve ever met.

"It's okay," you said, a small smile gracing your lips. "But you shouldn't keep everything to yourself, Anakin. We're friends, remember?"

He nodded, a small smile of his own playing across his lips. "Yeah, I remember. And I'm grateful for that."

The two of you sat there in companionable silence for a few moments, the only sound being that of your breathing and the birds outside. It was a peaceful moment, one that you were glad to share with Anakin.

"So, what now?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Anakin shrugged. "Now, we continue on as we always have. But this time, I won't keep my frustrations bottled up."

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Good. And if you need someone to talk to, you know you can alway come to me."

Anakin nodded, his gaze softening. "I appreciate that," he said before glancing away.

You followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at the window, lost in thought. Curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over slightly to see what had caught his attention. Outside, the sun had fully risen, and the birds were singing a lively tune. Together you sat in the chamber, enjoying the peaceful morning to yourselves.

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sinfulskywalker · 2 years

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Hi Sinful! Feel a bit bad asking for this when you maybe meant more romantic stuff but do you have any headcanons for Obi Wan caring for Anakin? It's almost as sweet as Dad Vader.

Yes!!! Baby Ani and Obi-Daddy. Okay we all know Anakin adored ObiWan, dare I say in the novels and movies he was just as clingy to his master as he was to Padme. Maybe it wasn't canonically romantic but the bond they shared had to of blossomed somewhere sometime and I got a few HCs as to how that happened.

Master Qui-Gon asked him to teach the boy. Obi-Wan vowed to do so. Even if he resorted to leaving the Jedi temple and The Order. Thankfully that didn't have to happen. As he had a rather clingy Padawan who was notorious for sneaking into the kitchens.

Anakin, he understood, due to his previous environment and upbringing, was a total brat at times. The shock of finally being free, having to leave his mother behind and learning the force all within a short time can't have been easy. It wasn't but Obi-Wan was determined to make it as comfortable as possible. The first night was the hardest with Anakin. Leaving Tatooine for good to live in a strange new world surrounded by people he didn't quite understand left him crying during dinner. It was Obi-Wan who sat the boy on his lap and held him close. Promising things would get better.

Baths and sonic showers were..... interesting. The first bath ObiWan drew for Anakin (thinking it was the best method to coax the boy into regular cleaning) he watched as Anakin's eyes lit up to a full tub of warm water. The boy reached for a wash cloth and began to wipe at his hands and arms, claiming to be done with a big grin on his face. Imagine the look on Ani's face when ObiWan asked about the rest of him, jokingly. Knowing he got toys, warm water and soap, actual soap, followed by a warm soft towel wrap was all it took for Anakin to ask when his next bath was.

Food was tricky as well. Anakin had grown up with whatever Shmi had on her plate. Often he admitted to stealing food for her and him. ObiWan knew this would be a complicated hurdle and he wasn't wrong. Even after being told countless times he was allowed to eat and drink until he felt full, ObiWan would find food stashed away in Anakin's bedroom. Saved for later, or for if they ran out. ObiWan never made Anakin feel as if he was stupid or a thief for stealing. ObiWan made sure to include Anakin in meal prepping and planning and introduced the boy to baked sweets so Anakin could grasp he was in control of how much food there was in their quarters and how he was welcomed to it at any time. Anakin would grow a fondness to tea but only in ObiWan's lap because he found it made him sleepy and he didn't want to spill it. ObiWan knew all of Anakin's favorite meals and made sure to have them on their meal plan often.

Nightmares are normal for children to have. But for Jedis, it was peculiar. Most of Anakin's horrible dreams stemmed from him loosing Master Qui-Gon and he feared loosing ObiWan next. Each morning ObiWan found Anakin asleep on the floor next to his bed. This, ObiWan was clueless how to put an end to. Still, he persisted. No scary holos or novels before bed for starters and light meditation after a bath to soothe his mind. It helped but it wasn't the cure. When ObiWan was lucky to still be awake as Anakin came running into his room crying, the Master took his Padawan into his arms for an embrace. Their bond surrounding them like a frenzy of chaos melting into calm. "My dearest Ani. I'm here, dear one. I am not going anywhere." ObiWan would hush into his ear while stroking the short braid of dark blonde on Anakin's head. Even as the years went by such a moment of peace would always calm Anakin down.

Anakin may have came off as a cocky brat to other Masters or a show off to other Padawans, but he was ObiWan's pride and joy. ObiWan would be damned if Anakin laid his head down wondering if his master disliked him or was dissapointed in him. In a way it was quite bittersweet for the duo as everything ObiWan did for Anakin, he learned through Qui-Gon. In a way, the young master liked to hink he was keeping Qui-Gon's memory alive by tending to Anakin.

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onehourhero · 7 months

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Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

This one probably doesn't really count because I've already played it quite a bit, but it has been a while and I never finished, so I feel the need to at least replay the opening so I can remember HOW to play the game, and while I'm here, I'll go ahead and do a OHH take on it.

Clearly the rating is Keep Playing

Survivor is the sequel to Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order which followed Cal Kestis, a survivor of Order 66 as he attempted to find a holocron full of young potential Jedi's locations before the Dark Side did.

What is interesting about this game mechanically is that it takes that default stance that at the beginning of the game, you have to be depowered so you can build your character back up... and throws it out. As far as I can tell, you're just as 'powerful' at the top of Survivor as you were at the end of Fallen Order (more or less). You've got pretty much all the moves and movement options like wall running and ziplining upwards, etc. that you learned in Fallen Order. Instead, they add NEW things, new movement options like a jetpack and lightsaber stances beyond just one blade or two. You can use a blaster/one handed saber, or even a two-handed greatsword-like heavy saber. You are back down to a smaller health and force pool and only 2 stims at a time, but those feel like they're just his new normal rather than feeling like he was nerfed.

This is a sequel. Should I play the first one first?

You don't really need to, but I'd suggest it. There ARE places in the menus where you can practice your moves and/or learn techniques in a safe environment and there IS a kind of flashback to Fallen Order to jog your memory, but the flashback isn't very narratively coherent, especially if you're starting on Survivor. I DID play Fallen Order all the way through and still didn't remember a lot of what was in the flashback :joy: The good news is if you decide to play Fallen Order before diving into Survivor, it's not like going back in time to play a game before good camera mechanics were developed. It hasn't aged much if at all and still makes for good play.

So! Survivor!

In the opening scene, you're back as Kestis, apparently captured by some mercenaries and being taken back to the center of the Star Wars universe- Coruscant. A senator has attempted to capture Cal in an effort to find more Jedi before turning them over to the Emperor who has made his palace at the Jedi Temple. Cal's been busy, working with Saw Gerrera and acting the 'terrorist'.

You're quickly on the move with BD-1 and a new ally, Bode- a bounty hunter type with a jetpack and blasters. You pick up a skill point or three as you're racing across Coruscant's rooftops, force pushing stormtroopers off ledges in what is always a satisfying mechanic.

Somewhere around the end of the hour, depending on how much time you spend exploring and how long it takes you to get through the platforming sections, you're faced with an unexpected twist and the first of the 'boss battles' against a returning foe. It's... rough lol

Overall, though, the first hour is a pretty good indication of the rest of the game. Pretty good scaffolding and prompting for how to use your abilities and the other mechanics in the game. The only thing it's really missing is the travel between systems and the workbenches. Travel between systems is pretty simple- use the navigation console in a ship. The workbenches give you the opportunity to customize your weapons and BD-1 (colors, materials, and different components that you pick up while exploring). You can also pick up new hairstyles, facial hair styles, and clothes for Cal as you explore.

There's also a huge 'open' world where your new base is that you'll explore between missions, opening new sections as you develop more skills and movement options. This is also not the end of meeting up with returning characters from the first game. You might have split up after Fallen Order, but that doesn't mean you're alone. (Though there might be some... mending of relationships that needs to happen.)

Mechanically, combat and platforming are smooth. There's lots of options but they don't really feel overwhelming, and there is the aforementioned training area where you can go to practice new and old moves to refresh your memory when you find yourself falling back on the basics too often. (Or when you walk away and forget to play for 6 months >.>)

#one hour hero #star wars #star wars jedi survivor #sw jedi survivor #jedi survivor #keep playing

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Where There’s a Whill, There’s a Windu

Context: original post, chrono

(Summary of the AU: Disaster lineage got tossed back in time. Anakin stayed 21-ish, but Obi-Wan and Ahsoka got deaged, took new names for time-travel reasons (Ylliben and Sokanth, or Ben and Soka) and have been officially adopted by Anakin.)

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“You’re attached.”

“You’re just now noticing?”

Master Windu eyes him for a few long moments, and then joins him on the ground. Anakin can’t help but smirk. There’s something gratifying about having respect from the man, in this life.

“The other members of the council are concerned.”

“And you aren’t?”

“I am, but for other reasons,” Windu says.

Anakin doesn’t meet his eyes, doesn’t even respond for a long minute. He just looks out over the Room of a Thousand Fountains, spread out below them like hundreds of jungles pieced together in a jigsaw of flora. It’s been his favorite room in the Temple since he was a child, and it’s always overwhelming.

“Most of them have accepted that you adopted them because of Mandalorian customs, and that you stayed where you were due to the will of the Force,” Windu continues. “But they are… uncomfortable with how blatantly your attachments show.”

“Mandalorians are loud and refuse shame. It rubbed off.”

“You said you would kill for these children.”

“I’m their father. That’s kind of expected.”

Windu’s expression is tired. A little tired of stress, but mostly tired of Anakin’s shit. “You know what I’m trying to get at.”

“Do I?”

“Skywalker.”

“No, I’m serious. I need you to spell this out. I’ve had a million slightly-contradicting lectures on this topic, and I’ve been told pretty clearly that I misinterpreted a solid half of them. If you want a constructive conversation, you can’t be vague. I’m thirty-three years old and a father of two, Master Windu, so yes, I’m attached. What you mean by that word is going to change where this conversation goes.”

It’s gratifying to see the Master actually think it over.

“Ylliben’s tattoos have been causing the most recent stir,” Windu finally says. “They nearly all relate to family, whether new or old, and the symbolism is concerning to those who are already upset about the Mandalorian upbringing. They worry that he’ll remain too tied to people he grew up with, and unable to maintain neutrality in future diplomatic ventures, or at risk of a fall if one of the people he’s seen fit to memorialize is injured or killed. The assume a similar state of mind may be applicable to your daughter and yourself, especially given the off-color jokes about how possessive your children are about each other.”

“They’re worried about emotional immaturity,” Anakin summarizes. He offers a wan, unimpressed grin. “They do realize he’s fourteen, right? Nobody’s emotionally stable at fourteen. The hormones are out of whack.”

“I’m aware,” Windu grinds out. “And I’m aware that your histories, of war and all such things, make your ties much stronger, but you can see why the Council worries, especially those who are wary of the memories your children carry but won’t explain. I’m the only one you’ve told, Skywalker.”

“Plo and Depa know.”

“Plo and Depa aren’t on the council.”

“Yet.”

“Skywalker.”

He relents. “It’s not about Mandalore, Master Windu. It’s about Tatooine.”

Windu lets that sit for a few moments, and then sighs. “I don’t know enough about Tatooine to parse that.”

“Shmi and I are former slaves,” Anakin says, as bluntly as he can. “I was freed at nine, she at eleven, and for all that we are free, we’re not freeborn. We were born slaves, and raised slaves, and we were freed too late to forget that life. The way we think is always going to be affected by the way we grew up. That applies to all sentients, more or less, but it’s… the slave mentality is completely at odds with Jedi teachings, because Jedi teachings can only be taught in a safe environment.”

Windu nods slowly, and says, “That does make sense, but it’s… forgive me, but that’s why we don’t normally take children older than four.”

“From the perspective of teaching cultural values, that makes sense,” Anakin allows. “Teaching a Jedi child that’s cared for with communal resources that they do not need material things to be happy is fine; trying to convince a slave child of the same, someone who grew up being told they do not deserve material things, and that their owner can take anything at any time, including family? I lived that life, trying to adjust to ascetic Jedi values that coincided poorly with slave rules. I know exactly how poorly that transition can go when the person caring for the child doesn’t know how to handle the points of conflict.”

“Do you regret joining the Jedi?” Windu asks.

Anakin shakes his head. “My Jedi master, bless him, cared, and tried very hard, but he wasn’t ready to handle a kid like me and in hindsight, I know that. He needed grief counseling, and I needed therapy, and neither of us was getting it. I don’t… I don’t believe anyone in the Temple would have known how to handle a kid like me.”

“But you don’t regret it.”

“I was meant to be a Jedi,” Anakin says, as firmly as he can without getting unnecessarily bitchy about it. “My struggles with the Code aside, I was meant to be here. But the Temple doesn’t have any resources for children who come older, and I think… I think you do need that.”

“You just outlined why a child can’t follow the Code if they come from a different enough background,” Windu says.

Anakin shakes his head. “No, that’s not—I think a kid like me can learn to be a Jedi, if a little unconventional, if they’re taught correctly. The desperation to cling to anyone and anything you have can be unlearned. It takes time and effort, but it’s possible. Soka and Ben are good at balancing Tatooine care with Jedi control. If you talk to Ben, you get an entire philosophical breakdown about it, but I’m more concerned with the child psychology, because that’s what could have broken me.”

Windu frowns. “You’re building up to something.”

“I think the Jedi need programs for children found older who can’t become full Jedi,” Anakin asserts. “Even those who cannot reconcile what they absorbed growing up with the Code and Jedi tradition… they, we, need guidance. The Council tried to reject me for being too old, and now that I’m grown I understand why, but… Master Windu, what do you think would have happened to me if I hadn’t had my Master to fight for me, and had been turned away?”

“We’d have looked into placing you back with your mother and, upon finding out that she was still enslaved, secured her freedom,” Master Windu says. “Qui-Gon Jinn had taken responsibility for you, and thus you were a ward of the Temple until such a time as you were safe again. It would have been cruel to keep you from your mother if we were not to raise you a Jedi, and crueler still to allow you to return to slavery.”

“And you think I’d have been safe with her?” Anakin asks. He needs Master Windu to understand this. “You think that would have ended well?”

“You don’t?”

“Ventress,” Anakin says. “Maul. Aurra Sing, even.”

Windu considers that. He looks across the grand, green room of the garden, and finally speaks. “You think you’d have been found and corrupted by a Sith.”

“I’d already helped Naboo win a battle. I was a powerful child with no support system in this respect, eager to please,” Anakin says. “Ventress and Maul both got twisted into Sith Apprentices. Aurra Sing was just a bounty hunter, but… even if the Jedi had never found me, and the Sith remained unaware, do you think I’d have ended up better than Sing? Or would the pressures of slavery have led to my Fall anyway, eventually slaughtering my owner, the Hutts, the entire system of Tatooine’s hells?”

Windu rubs a hand over his forehead. “I understand what you’re getting at.”

“It’s not just me,” Anakin says, as carefully as he can. “Even without the Sith, there are plenty of Force-Sensitive children in terrible situations that are liable to Fall just because of how power is wielded by those at the bottom. Refusing to take on students who are already at risk… the Jedi are meant to monitor Force users to prevent Sith and other dark-aligned people from harming the galaxy. It’s one of our primary duties. If the Jedi are allowing darksiders to rise just because of an age limit…”

“I get it,” Windu says, just a little aggressive. “I understand. Give me a minute.”

Anakin tries to wait. He’s older now, he can do that. He can be patient.

He tries to convince himself that it’s true.

“You have a point,” Master Windu finally allows. “And with the knowledge that the Sith are out there, still, it’s a more salient point than most would think. The EduCorps already has a subdivision for teaching meditative techniques to low-level force users who need to learn shielding but aren’t sensitive enough to be Jedi, or are just too old, but I see your point about encouraging a program for powerful Force-Sensitives that aren’t discovered early enough to integrate into the community in full.”

“And a more comprehensive Search pattern for the Outer Rim?” Anakin suggests. He shrugs at the look he gets. “What? You’ve seen my midicount. I was on Tatooine for almost a decade, and the only reason anyone found me was that Qui-Gon had to crash a ship in the middle of nowhere. I’m sure the Force led him to me, given all the coincidences, but that’s still a solid nine years that nobody did, despite how I apparently ‘shine like the sun’ or whatever.”

“Humble.”

“The last time I took a midichlorian test on a portable counter, it literally broke the device. That’s not arrogance, that’s just absurd.”

Windu looks exhausted by the comment. Anakin can’t bring himself to feel too bad about it.

“What about Jedha?” Anakin suggests instead. “Jedi find the kids, but if they’re too old to be Jedi, we could coordinate with one of the temples at Jedha to see about having them raised in the traditions of the Whills? They’re a little less orthodox, aren’t they?”

“In some respects,” Master Windu says. “More constrained in others, but… it’s a possibility. Most of the overlooked children, yourself included, are from parts of the Outer Rim that aren’t part of the Republic, Skywalker.”

Anakin shrugs. “And many of them would have been happy to be found and collected by a Jedi, even if they couldn’t become Jedi. Not the Dathomiri, since they’ve got their own thing going on, but… from what I know about Ventress, she actually did have a Jedi Master before the situation on Rattatak became… what’s the word… untenable? He died and she was left alone, and she’d been a slave already and it just… did not end well for her. But that was a planet overrun by pirates and warlords, and would have been approved as a planet the Jedi could help without it being a weird colonialism thing… if the Senate weren’t made up of cheapskates, at least.”

“Skywalker.”

“My name isn’t actually a reprimand, you know.”

“You’re not supposed to just say that,” Windu groans, running a hand over his face. “The Senate’s choice in funding is not optimal, but insulting them in that way, even in private—”

“They’re assholes,” Anakin says, and doesn’t let his humor show. “Except my late wife, but she’s not part of the Senate in this time, so I feel no shame in accusing the entire shitshow of being cheapskates.”

Windu looks about ready to push him off the ledge.

“You’re never allowed to go on diplomatic missions, are you?” Windu mutters.

“Unless it’s to Mandalore,” Anakin clarifies. “Also, never send me to Tatooine. Ever. Please. I kriffing hate that planet.”

“I’m going to assume you have plans to kill a Hutt if we ever send you to—”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Windu sighs. “I’ll discuss this with the Council, see how they feel about reaching out to Jedha for your suggestion regarding the Whills.”

“And you’ll tell them not to worry about my kids?”

“Skywalker, they are never going to stop worrying about your family,” Windu tells him.

“That’s fair.”

#Anakin Skywalker #Mace Windu #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #de aging #Jedha #Jedi #Phoenix Posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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alderaani · 3 years

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more than gold

summary: A lost Jedi Temple, a riddle, some literature, and feelings that Cody isn't ready to speak out loud. | AO3

note: written for @codywanweek and the alt day 5 prompt Sith/Jedi Artefact Shenanigans! sliding in on the last day with one more thing written than expected, so i’m happy with that! i’m pretty ill today so i hope it actually makes some coherent sense 😂 also if the riddle was super obvious, soz, never written one before and turns out it’s really hard.

“You know, I could have sworn I told you not to touch that,” Cody says conversationally, from where he’s splayed out on his back.

“Really? I’m sure I didn’t hear you,” Obi-Wan says, cheerful despite being crumpled in a heap. His elbow is in Cody’s gut. Cody glares at him.

The room they’re lying in is circular, stone, carved out of some Forced-damned mountain and according to Obi-wan, practically thrumming with power. The ceiling is high and vaulted, letting in slivers of light where intricate mirror systems catch the sunlight of double suns and project it deep underground. It takes on a slightly blue cast, reflecting off the huge pool of water they were lucky to not fall into. Four walkways at each cardinal point lead to a central platform, and interspersed between them are four waterfalls.

It should be serene. Except now the waterfalls are travelling backwards, and all the doors, including the one they came in by, are blocked. Cody scrambles up onto his elbows, dislodging Obi-Wan with a grunt.

“What did you do?”

Obi-Wan follows his gaze and gasps, delighted. “Now, will you look at that?”

Cody is looking. Frankly, he doesn’t trust this place enough to not keep his eye on it at all times. Obi-Wan keeps saying that this temple was built long ago, by ancient, peaceful Jedi as a place of learning, and that it won’t hurt them. After they got cut off from the rest of their men at the entrance, however, Cody thinks he could be forgiven for having his doubts.

As Obi-Wan himself proves, peace-keeping hardly rules out danger.

“Amazing,” Obi-Wan breathes, hoisting himself to his feet without a second glance, to walk back up to the plinth and stalk round it, examining the incomprehensible runes engraved there.

Cody is left to peel himself off the floor, and instead goes to prod at the barriers now sealing the exits with the end of his blaster. He tries not to look too much at Obi-Wan, at the soft sweep of his hair and the span of his shoulders. Being on their own like this is something he’s avoided, of late - not because he doesn’t enjoy it, but because he’s starting to enjoy it all too much.

He doesn’t trust the way his heart leaps when Obi-Wan smiles, when he asks him to call him ‘Obi-Wan’, when the cycle draws on and they’re up late again, companionably finishing reports and debating strategy. Or, as they had been doing until Cody got cold feet and started finding excuses, debating novels, which Obi-Wan checked out of the Temple archives and read aloud, one chapter at a time, before they turned in for the night.

He doesn’t trust himself not to ruin this by overstepping. There’s something about his general that makes him lose all control of his tongue, and puts him in danger of voicing thoughts that really he should not be having at all.

It’s agony. It’s bliss. It’s stretching him to breaking point, and this is possibly the worst situation they could have ended up in, really.

“These are made out of water,” he says over his shoulder, grunting as he tries to push his blaster through. He is, of course, unsuccessful.

“Ingenious,” Obi-Wan says. “How did they manage that, I wonder?”

Cody cuts a glance back at him, and grins, despite his exasperation.

“You’re not more worried about how we’re going to get out?”

Obi-Wan waves a hand. “I’m sure the path will reveal itself, in time. Oh, look - Cody, I think this is a puzzle!”

Cody bites back a groan. They do not have time for this. They never really had time for it, but Obi-Wan promised it would be a brief detour on their way to the capital for hyperspace lane access negotiations. He’d looked so excited by recon reports of a lost temple that Cody just hadn’t been able to say no. He’s never able to say no to Obi-Wan, even when he isn’t following orders. It’s probably his fatal flaw.

“I don’t suppose there’s an off switch? A back button?” He asks hopelessly. The Force, at least the Jedi sort, very rarely seems to work that way. Obi-Wan is always talking about moving through problems, about seeking balance and adapting to what’s around you, rather than manipulating it. It’s not Cody’s favoured approach; he was trained to leverage his environment to its maximum advantage, and finds he has little patience for anything else.

Obi-Wan snorts. “This is a defensive mechanism, I’m afraid. Judging by the architecture this was built at the height of the Sith Wars. This artefact is designed to trap us here until we understand the mechanism and progress, or until, back when the temple was occupied, someone would come and deal with the intruder.”

“That doesn’t sound very peaceful,” Cody says.

Obi-Wan shoots him an amused look, the warm, soft kind that makes heat rise from the pit of Cody’s belly right up to his ears.

“Even a pacifist may defend himself,” he says, then leans over the pedestal. “Now, how about you stop grousing and come help me with this?”

Cody rolls his eyes, but goes, slinging his blaster across his back and crossing his arms.

“And stop looming,” Obi-Wan laughs, catching one of Cody’s gloved hands and pulling it down to rest at his side. The simple touch makes Cody’s cheeks burn.

“Don’t see what help I can give you, Sir,” he says, frowning down at the characters surrounding the bright blue artefact. “I was never any good at Ithorian.”

Obi-Wan pauses, then tilts his head up. “Ah. Is that what it is?”

“I - I think so?” Cody was never any good at his language flashtraining; he never had the proper patience for it, but he can usually figure out the basics.

“No, no,” Obi-Wan muses, stroking at his beard with his free hand. “You’re quite right. Goodness me, it's been a long time since I last saw this dialect. Let’s see now…”

Cody steps back and waits, keeping his attention firmly split between their blocked exit points while Obi-Wan ponders. The slow upward movement of the waterfalls is eerie - it still makes noise, but none of it is right. Instead of the gentle patter he expects of water joining a larger pool, there’s a faint gurgling as they move further into each grate, travelling somewhere he cannot see.

Obi-Wan finishes his fifth circle round the platform, and the hand at his chin goes still. Cody stands at attention, expectant.

“It’s a riddle,” Obi-Wan says, and if possible, his delight grows. “Yes - the language is coming back to me now. Do you know, I haven’t looked at Ithorian in maybe 12 years?”

“Sir?” Cody says, tilting his head to look at the characters more closely. He doesn’t have even a passing proficiency at modern Ithorian, and presumably it’s changed a bit over the millennia. His training was focused on the basics, and only the useful bits, at that. He thinks he can make out the words for ‘ water ’, and ‘ enemy’ , both of which are either unhelpfully descriptive or frankly discouraging, but that’s about the extent of it.

“My old master - he loved prophecies. When I was a teenager I could never see the point of it, but it meant I spent a lot of time learning the old Ithorian dialects. They’re known as the most peaceful species, did you know?” Obi-Wan shakes his head. “They’ll exile anyone violent, it’s quite remarkable, really. I suppose in some sort of idealistic emulation, a lot of the early Jedi texts are written in their dialect.”

His blue eyes are keen, his laser sharp focus firmly on the podium. It gives Cody a moment to observe his clever fingers, the long line of his neck, the open delight with which he tackles this new problem. It’s a rare thing, to see him so relaxed, and Cody can’t help the fond smile that creeps up on him despite the circumstances. This almost makes it worth it, and on reflection, he’d rather an ancient temple than the last thing that had made Obi-Wan so happy; a wretched, bioluminescent fungus, which had infected half the battalion and given them hives. Their general had studied it for weeks.

Obi-Wan’s lips quirk up. Cody barely trusts himself to speak.

“I didn’t know, Sir,” Cody croaks, then pauses, fishing for something normal to say. “Didn’t we have to defend the governor’s daughter from an Ithorian bounty hunter on Ganaris-IV?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan grins. “Those exiles have to go somewhere, don’t they?”

Cody huffs a laugh and reaches up to scratch his neck at the seam of his bucket.

“Let’s just hope they didn’t all come here. What’s this riddle, then?”

Obi-Wan shifts to the side, then points at a spot on the podium. “As I said, it’s been a long time, but I think it starts here, and goes something like:

A thing to be forged, where water is thicker,

Worth more than gold, unless it’s pyrite that glitters.

An enemy of my enemy, or in hard times, in need,

Sometimes fair-weather, or in high places indeed.

What are you, traveller? ”

All of Cody’s hopes that it would be something nice and obvious, like “lightsaber” or, given what’s going on around them, “gravity”, escape from him like smoke. Jedi and their metaphors. It’s not just a quirk of Obi-Wan’s, clearly.

“Does that mean anything to you, Sir?” he asks, turning the words over in his head once, twice, then frowning when nothing comes immediately.

Obi-Wan’s brow is also furrowed, but in a leisurely, meditative manner.

“...I have some ideas, I think,” he says. “How about you, my friend?”

What does he think? He thinks that there are other sorts of puzzles he is much better suited to. Word play and idioms...what does a clone have to offer that?

Still, Obi-Wan is watching him, expectant and gentle, and he sifts back through the lines, a little more seriously this time.

“Ice, maybe?”

Obi-Wan nods, slowly. “Perhaps. Walk me through it.”

Cody swallows. “Ice is something that can be made, right? It’s not exactly forged, but…”

He trails off in uncertainty.

“Go on,” Obi-Wan says with another one of those soft, devastating smiles. It fractures all the thoughts in Cody’s head, and he has to stop, clear his throat and gather up all the pieces.

“I suppose...it’s just thicker water, isn’t it? On warm planets it’s a valuable commodity, it’s found in high places, and I suppose if you wanted snow, a freeze would be fair weather.”

Obi-Wan is rubbing his beard again, and he’s still smiling. “Fascinating. I would never have thought of that...only, I don’t think it’s quite there. That mention of pyrite is troublesome, and the ‘enemy of my enemy’, where does that fit in?”

Cody shrugs his shoulders, frustrated, and feels a hot flush creep up his neck. “Don’t know why you’re asking me, to be honest, Sir. Kamino hardly covered poetry.”

There’s a slight pause, then Obi-Wan’s hand is on his again, tugging it slowly down from where he’s crossed his arms.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he says, soft.

“Do what?” Cody’s voice is gruff.

“Dismiss yourself. You do it sometimes when we’re reading together. There is often no right and wrong answer to these things, no secret. There is only perspective, and you see things I never would, if only you would trust yourself.”

Cody looks down and away, back towards the waterfalls and their slow, glacial climb. He isn’t sure that’s true. He enjoys what Obi-Wan shares with him, what other lives he gets to touch in their books, but more than anything they convince him that, beyond war, he knows very little of anything at all. He would like to, someday.

His eyes land on Obi-Wan’s lips briefly, before he tears them away. Particular experiences he would like to know more than others.

There was one book that Obi-Wan had read early on, back when this infatuation was just setting its first tendrils into him, about a forbidden romance at the heart of the old Mandalorian court. Two heirs of rival clans battling to be together against the good approval of their noble relatives. It had been torrid, ridiculous and entirely unexpected when Obi-Wan had suggested they break up their reports with some literature.

But what it had done was give him the words to express the crawling heat in his stomach, the urge he has to reach out, to touch, to soothe, to care for. He’d known what he wanted before that, of course, in a more rudimentary manner, but it had gifted him the language of yearning.

Suddenly, a particular passage springs into his mind and he straightens.

“You don’t think it could mean ally, do you? In Beneath the Armour, Mata threatens Clan Riza by saying he has ‘allies in high places’.”

Obi-Wan pauses, and then a brilliant smile spreads over his face. “Yes, that’s it! Pyrite - Fool’s Gold; a false friend! Brilliant Cody, whatever made you think of that?”

Cody grins, even though Obi-Wan can’t see it, and doesn’t answer.

“Is that really it?”

“I think you’re very close,” Obi-Wan says. “The characters engraved into the platform...yes! Stand close to me, Commander.”

Cody does, watching curiously as Obi-Wan lifts his hands, shuts his eyes, frowns, and pushes . Six blocks that make up the platform lift, the characters on each glowing bright, lurid blue. Under their feet, something scrapes, shifts and clunks, before the platform lurches upwards, spinning gently.

There’s a thunderous gurgling sound, before all of the pool beneath drains away.

“The answer,” Obi-Wan says, slightly breathless, his hair a little out of place. “Was friend.”

“The doorways are still blocked,” Cody notes drily. The plinth with the blue orb that started this whole mess has also risen, and underneath it are a set of very wet, slimy looking steps. “I don’t suppose it’s as simple as just walking down these and getting in?”

“Likely not,” Obi-Wan agrees, then inexplicably shifts a little closer, so that they are sharing space. Cody’s heart skips a beat. “But it’s like I told you, Cody. You are far greater than what you have been given.”

Cody coughs and looks at his feet, at their boots almost toe to toe, pleasure at the praise singing low through his body.

“Now,” Obi-Wan says, too close and not close enough. “How do you feel about another puzzle?”

Cody groans, laughing, and after a moment, follows his General into the dark.

#codywanweek2021 #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #alderwrites #i would tag this jedi culture but i literally pulled this out of my ass #there is absolutely no basis in canon here #only vibes #the clone wars #star wars #codywan week 2021

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lilhawkeye3 · 3 years

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Her Warrior

Rating: G+ ||| Word Count: 1.7k ||| Post Order 66 ||| AO3 Link

"Have you ever heard of Aayla Secura? ...she benefited the people of many worlds, and entered the folkloric cycles of several primitive cultures, where she often was merged with local historical figures or goddess-characters." (Legacy of the Force: Betrayal by Aaron Allston)

There's a bit of truth to every story. This one starts with CC-5052.

A/N: 😌✌🏽

CC-5052 didn’t give it much thought when he was assigned and shipped off to another outer core planet. Orders were orders, and he followed them.

Orders had said to execute Aayla, the General, the traitor Jedi, yet she had always treated them well. She had been a good leader, not like the others, not like what he heard of the Marines or of Umbara—

The headache came back. CC-5052 didn’t give it much thought.

———————

He knew there were others with headaches or fragmented memories. The first didn’t understand why order 66 had been followed. They were quickly sent off for medical checks to Kamino and reassigned.

Some had malfunctioning aggression inhibitors. They fought against the new nat born officers. They were sent on scouting missions or reassigned.

Some… some had headaches. Some of them complained of dread, or an ache behind their eyes. Some didn’t come back from the medbay. Some went to sleep in the barracks and didn’t wake up for their next shift.

A few turned their guns on themselves.

CC-5052 didn’t give that much thought either. It was safer not to.

———————

CC-5052 wondered if the change in environment for his deployment might reduce his headaches. Different planet, different atmospheric pressures, different stressors.

There are less soldiers that look like him on this mission. The number has been steadily dwindling. CC-5052 stays silent, so there won’t be a reason to decommission him.

The thoughts continue, but CC-5052 pushes them aside.

———————

The civilians of this planet don’t appreciate the Empire’s presence. This planet is just like every other CC-5052 has been deployed to in the past months. Another with rumors of a rebellious population, another that will not bow to the Empire’s might.

They’d ignored curfew warnings to huddle along the sides of the road that the stormtroopers now marched down. It was a show of force, and it seemed to be proving effective. CC-5052 took no joy in it– joy had no place – but he would ensure these citizens fell in line. He would not have the stain of failure on him or his squadron.

———————

The ignored curfews grow into assaults on isolated troopers. Rocks, trash, even food scraps. The people used anything they could get their hands on. CC-5052 didn’t see the point in increasing the amount of force on the majority of the perpetrators. Most of them were younglings. They weren’t innocent in the eyes of the Empire, but hurting them would only make the civilian population more volatile.

If ever asked for an opinion, CC-5052 would say a volatile population meant more room for error.

His superior officers would say that it meant for quicker use of force from their troops.

CC-5052 wasn’t asked, so he did as ordered.

———————

The first trooper murdered and left in an alley resulted in a riot, five dead civilians, and a dozen belligerents put into holding.

CC-5052 pulls a 36 hour shift and returns to the barracks with scuffed and dented armor, a damaged shoulder piece, and far fewer plasma rounds in his blaster than he had left with.

Two nights later, another trooper goes missing. This time, the investigation is led back to a group of street younglings who claimed to have been unfairly targeted by the newly recruited natborn and acted out of self-defense.

If CC-5052 was asked, he would believe the youngling’s account. One of them bore several fresh burn marks from a regulation blaster.

CC-5052 wasn’t asked.

When three of the younglings were arrested for treason and sentenced to death, the headaches returned.

———————

CC-5052 dreamed that night. He wasn’t certain when he’d last dreamt– or when he’d stopped.

It was dark, wherever he was. There was a body pressed against him, fingers in his hair while his thigh pressed up between strong legs. He could feel lips against his neck, breasts pressed against his chest, soft skin underneath his palms. They smelled of a sweet perfume– something from a flower on a planet he didn’t remember the name of– and when their lips met his again, they tasted of starlight.

His spine tingled with pleasure as warmth spread throughout him, and he bucked up against them, pushing them back against the wall so he could loom over them and tilt their chin up towards his face…

He found himself staring into sparkling hazel eyes. He knew those eyes. Those were hers, were–

———————

It was only years of training that kept CC-5052 from bolting upright as he suddenly awoke, skin flushed and heart racing faster than he could ever remember. He remained laid flat on his back for several more minutes, keeping still so he could force his vitals back to normal.

CC-5052 turns his face towards the wall and closes his eyes to try and get his migraine to subside.

———————

The migraine gets worse. CC-5052 alters his HUD to filter out brighter lights and dampen down on harsher sounds.

The days get longer, and the migraine gets worse.

———————

The riots continue to grow in size and fervor. Even the natborn officers know that reacting too strongly will cause a full-blown revolt. If that happens, the civilians won’t be the only ones being punished.

CC-5052’s head throbs in time with the chanting of the furious crowds below him in the city square.

———————

“Do you ever feel like what we’re doing here is wrong?” CT-2448 asks his bunkmate in the low of night.

CC-5052 remains silent despite the worsening pain behind his right eye. If he acknowledges the conversation, he’ll have to report them. Orders are orders are orders–

CC-5052 remains silent and listens.

“Does it matter?” Comes the weary response from CT-9357.

There are several heartbeats of quiet before the first trooper responds. “It used to.”

CC-5052 remains silent.

His migraine gets worse.

———————

The city glows a dusky orange the night it’s announced the younglings will be executed for treason against the Galactic Empire. The streets overflow with the fury of its people. CC-5052 and his fellow troopers are deployed.

The orders are to set blasters to kill.

CC-5052 fights through the increasing stabbing pain in his head and sets his to stun.

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He stumbles into a side street halfway through the night and tears his helmet off of his head, throwing it roughly to the ground. There are skirmishes echoing from deeper in the city, where he’d come from and been separated from his squad– his brothers, his mind supplies– are they even his brothers? So many have vanished, being replaced over the past few months.

Brothers. How had he forgotten that?

Orders are orders a good soldier follows orders–

He grips at his temple, staggering until his back hits a wall and he slides down to the soiled ground. The real battle is going on in his head, and everything else fades away in comparison.

Bly, a quiet voice whispers.

He whirls around, looking wildly for where it could’ve come from. There’s no one in sight, and yet he could’ve sworn the speaker was right next to him.

Just a bit further, Bly. A breeze caresses his cheek on an otherwise still night.

Who is Bly? He wants to shout his question, scream it to the sky. Why can he no longer tell up from down, right from wrong, orders are orders a good sold–

CC-5052 tries to rear his head one last time, but flowers and embers and starlight fill his nostrils without warning, and the constant agony behind his eye blows away like dust on the wind.

He’s not Bly– not yet, maybe not ever without Aa- without her– but he’s closer than he’s been in many, many months.

He’s not the Bly from before Felucia, but even the broken man he is now knows that this is wrong.

He won’t stand by and allow this to continue without doing anything.

———————

He left his helmet behind.

He would no longer act as the faceless will of a tyrant.

He let the cool air splash across the markings he chose to show the universe his love dedication belief in his general.

———————

Innocents in danger. A warm lekku brushes against his jaw as her soft but firm voice urges him onward. Go. Save them.

I believe in you.

———————

They’ll speak of this moment for generations afterwards: the man with the golden kiss of the Goddess on his cheeks, taking on an entire unit of stormtroopers ready to execute protesting younglings cornered in the town square.

They’ll speak of the Goddess who took the form of a blue twi’lek to guide him, hand pressed between his shoulder blades as if she were bestowing upon him a pair of wings.

They’ll speak of the scattered troopers that froze and murmured varying names: General, Aayla, Jedi, ghost– but particularly of the two troopers that tossed their helmets aside and gazed at her with reverence before springing into action, one shielding the children while the other took up second in command on the charge against the oppressors.

They’ll speak in hushed whispers of how when the fighting was over and the surviving troopers all removed their helmets to reveal the same face, that the Goddess had gifted Her Chosen warrior with the valor of an army but could not fit such power within only one body.

They’ll remember how Her Chosen checked over each and every child youngling before embracing each other and crying over brothers found again, while the one who alone bore her marks wandered off to the edge of the courtyard alone.

Only the most devout will learn of how the Goddess appeared to him in that moment, her glittering form bathing him in starlight in that darkened corner of the battlefield. The details of what passes between them is speculated but never known, for it was a sacred moment no one wished to blaspheme.

———————

“Aayla, I’m so sorry, I– please, tell me what to do, tell me how to fix this!”

Live. Her lips brushed against one golden tattoo. Love. She kissed the other marking.

“I can’t do that without you. We– we were going to do this together.”

I’m here. I’ll always be right beside you.

“Aayla…”

Go. Help your brothers. Protect and serve the innocent.

“Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

Never.

———————

...but they all tell of how Her Chosen fell to his knees before her, how she drew him into her arms before vanishing into stardust, gone in the blink of an eye.

#commander bly #aayla secura #blyla #bly x aayla #star wars #the clone wars #fanfiction #moodboard #post order 66 #hurt/comfort #goddess #clone trooper #327th star corps

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commanderbengiskywalker · 3 years

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Discussing Jedi Healers.

I don’t think Jedi Healers get enough credit. They are very interesting as they have the Circle of Jedi Healer that is headed by Chief Healer with members including Barriss Offee and Stass Allie. Knights and Master can join the Circle of Jedi Healers, which is why Knight Offee was included. The Circle of Jedi Healers guard the Healing Crystals of Fire in the Meditation Room in the Halls of Healing. They also work closely with Medical Corp and the Reassignment division.

Now onto headcanons that I have for the Healer Class.

The Healers own a private garden for medicinal herbs that they have acquired on their travels. They get them all throughout the galaxy. Padawans who go into the Healer path as given by the white bead on their Padawan braid are taught to tend to them early in their training. It is important to learn the different properties of each herbs, especially if you plan on being Field Healer when you are caught on the battlefield and are low bacta supplies, using the environment and being quick witted is a skill to master as narrows the line between life and death.

The Healers have Oaths as do Doctors in the real world, and because of that the Jedi Healer take an Oath to help those in need. No one the Temple is exempt from this. Everything is always under lock and key. No one knows your history or background or even name if you so wish. Being flexible with the care of their patients is crucial for better helping them. The Halls of Healing are big with different given sections, so if a sect of the Order like the Guard require private rooms, then they will oblige and they will go to their designated sections.

Speaking of the Guard, the Healers offer classes to classes to those who are unable to go to the Halls. Due to the Shadows always being on the field or rarely return, it is sometimes encouraged to take a Field or base Healing course if they are ever in a bind and cannot get bacta. The classes are usually taught by Senior Healers who are either Field or at home. Zodi Shudon, a female Kaleesh Field Healer usually teaches the class all the until the Clone Wars began and the need for Field Healers grew.

No one expects Healers to be physically fit as they are always in the Halls, but they are. Someone has to carry stretchers and move the injured, as one can never waste time with those who are wounded. Even though in Oath it states to do no harm, a Healer is required to help their patients so they practice their Lightsaber Forms per usual as to protect them, but it is not often. Most specialize in the more defensive forms of Forms, I, II & VI, as they are the least confrontational of the Forms.

They are also not afraid to use tranquilizer for those who prove to have habit of avoiding serious injuries or require help. The Healer Tranquilizer Division will not hesitate to knock you out. They never miss.

Jokes aside. Healers have to have strong mental resolve. They have seen the worst of the worst, as they see young and old die or suffer slowly; they see the helpless civilians who are caught in crossfires on the field in pain as they never asked to be there. Healers may be the kindest, but they have to have the mental resolve to make sure they don’t lose themselves in the middle of procedure. Like with the Guard, not everyone can be a Healer. There have been some who have been turned back or left because they couldn’t handle what they saw. Having the painful images burned in their mind. Padawans who were ill prepared for what the class of brutality that came with it. It’s not often, but it happens and it is normally recommended to be a Knight to apply for the class. Even then there are those who are haunted by what they witness before deciding to go. The number of those who are turned away is surprising per year, but those who choose to continue are those who are able to move with weight of a loss or they live with the pain of images. They always make sure to move with a calm and caring voice as they reassure their patients and stay with them in their last moments.

Healers, like Archivists, Sentinels and Guard, always seek knowledge all across the Galaxy. Seeking for new ways and studying different cultural practices so they may better help those in need, as they have kindred smiles, though Healers are always eerily calm that it worries some, but that’s what decades of training and experience gives you. Also they cover up their tired expressions from those who are around.

These are all the Jedi Healer headcanons I have for now. I hope you enjoyed.

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars: the prequel trilogy #star wars: the expanded universe #barriss offee #stass allie #jedi healers #jedi healer #chief healer #circle of jedi healers #sw headcanons #bengi thinks out loud

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obwjam · 3 years

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Ooo how about - 2. “It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.” - maybe with obi wan? xx

“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

oh yes anon this is the STUFF. local sassy man is exhausted, sources say

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“It’s like you’re trying to get hurt at this point.”

“Obi-Wan...” you sighed, looking down at your legs dangling in the air. You weren’t too fond of being grabbed, so Obi-Wan’s solution was to use the Force when you fell — and you fell often. “Do you have to do this every time?”

Obi-Wan didn’t even look up from the book he was reading. “Yes.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “I was totally gonna make that jump!”

“It certainly didn’t look like it.”

“You always say that!” you protested, now crossing your arms as you jerked your body to face your Jedi friend. The light of the Coruscant sunset was bathing you in a pink and orange glow. “And you weren’t even looking this time!”

“Even you’d have to admit your track record is less than stellar,” Obi-Wan ignored your comment and smirked, hand barely outstretched as he kept you hovering a few feet from the ground. “Wasn’t it just last week that you tried to swing from the bookcase to the table and ended up on the ground instead?”

You huffed a breath. “That was a miscalculation.”

“And how many more miscalculations until you seriously injure yourself?”

“Come on, you know as well as I do that borrowers don’t get hurt as easily as humans.”

Obi-Wan finally looked up from his book. His expression wasn’t irked like you thought it might be — it was concerned. “(Y/n). That isn’t an excuse to do dangerous things.”

You shut your eyes as Obi-Wan stood up from his chair and kneeled down in front of you, pulling you from midair into his open palm. In all the time you had known Obi-Wan, you still could barely look up at him. The sheer size difference was something you figured you’d never get used to.

You refused to look up at Obi-Wan as he took a seat.

“Your stunts get more and more wild by the day,” he said quietly. “Is something the matter?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you grumbled. “Why would something be wrong?”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “You’re not the first one to try getting one’s attention by acting out.”

You grimaced as you wrung your hands together.

“It’s not easy, you know. Being around you all the time.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, trying to get a read on your expression. “(Y/n), what are you talking about?”

“You know! You’re—you’re this great, powerful Jedi master, who—who can move things with his mind and do incredible things. You think just because I’m small that I’m helpless and can’t do anything!”

“Missions are far too dangerous for you, and you know that!” Obi-Wan said sternly, rolling his eyes. It was another one of these conversations. He didn’t even notice your flinch when he raised his voice.

“But I could help!” you cried, standing up and balling your fists at your side. “I could—I could be a spy, or—or I could crawl into places you normally wouldn’t be able to reach!”

“(Y/n), people die on these missions! All the time! The clones who are bred for battle don’t often make it back. I can’t let you take that risk!”

“You don’t let me do anything! Sure, I’ve gotten hurt before, but you get hurt too! Everybody does!”

Obi-Wan groaned. This had to have been the fifth time this week you begged him to take you on a mission. He wasn’t in the mood to keep rehashing his decision, and guilt-tripping wasn’t going to work. “It’s different for you and you know it.”

“Oh really? How come? Because I’m so small, I can’t be trusted? Because I’m just a pathetic little thing you took pity on?!”

It was like all the air disappeared from the room in an instant. Obi-Wan gasped softly while you covered your mouth, utterly horrified that you has let that slip. In an instant, he had gone from annoyed to embarrassed. In the months that had passed since Obi-Wan found you, he had mostly kept you confined to his quarters. He had left you alone when he went on missions, but he figured that was for the best — the fewer giants you had to encounter, the better. He failed to consider the possibility that sheltering you would just make you more afraid.

“(Y/n),” he started, lifting his hands up to his eye level. He could barely see the makings of a tear track on your cheek. “Is that really how you feel?”

You crossed your arms and turned your head down, giving it a small shake.

“No? Then why would you say that?”

Your stomach felt like there was a lead weight resting inside. “People say things.”

“What people? Other Jedi?” Obi-Wan had to suppress the rage that was bubbling up.

“I dunno!” your quavering voice shouted in defense. It was times like these that you hated being confined to his hand. “I just... I hear it sometimes, okay? When you’re not around.”

“It’s not Anakin, is it?”

“No, not him,” you scoffed. “Though he does seem to look at me like some sort of helpless pet.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He needs to learn some manners.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Sometimes it just feels like you’d be better off without me here.”

Obi-Wan almost screamed. If he ever found out who was saying those things to you...

“(Y/n), what are you trying to say?”

You finally looked up at Obi-Wan and felt a pang of guilt at his hurt expression. You didn’t think he would be so... offended by your words.

“I’m just... I don’t understand why you keep me around. I just get in your way, don’t I? You’re always worrying about me, even when I don’t need to be worried about. I’ve fallen from treetops to the forest floor. This is the safest place I’ve ever been — you —you won’t even show me around the temple! — but you still feel the need to—”

“—to protect you?” Obi-Wan finished. Embarrassed, you nodded.

“Yeah. To protect me. When I never even leave this room. I can’t be the only person you ever saved from danger. You... you have far more important things to do than save me when I fall.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment as he steadied his breathing. It was never lost on him how small and vulnerable you were compared to the environment around you. Even in the safety of his hands, his curled fingers loomed overhead. How could he not worry when even he was an inherent danger to you? You were his responsibility now — just as Anakin and Ahsoka are. When he rescued you from your old planet, you were injured and afraid. The temporary shelter he promised had turned into a permanent solution because he enjoyed having you around. You were a friend.

“It seems I have failed to properly convey my feelings,” Obi-Wan said softly, almost sounding disappointed in himself. You looked at him, confused.

“You matter to me a great deal. I wouldn’t have let you stay if you didn’t. You’re a wonderful companion and an even greater friend. You’re right, you’re not the first person I’ve saved from this horrible war. It’s... not often that Jedi get the opportunity to let themselves care so deeply for someone. I want to protect you because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you get hurt.”

You gawked up at him, almost not believing what you were hearing.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, or think any lesser of you.” You could have sworn Obi-Wan’a cheeks flushed red for a moment. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“You... you really mean that?” you blushed, gently resting your hands on his thumb. His hand didn’t seem so imposing anymore.

Obi-Wan didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I do.”

“It’s just... I dunno,” you frowned. “You travel all across the galaxy. You meet so many amazing and powerful people. Why me? Why do you care about me so much?”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard for a moment. He had never thought about it concretely, but it didn’t take long for the words to come to him.

“Well, for starters, you’re far more observant than I am. And quite good at understanding people and their feelings.” He smiled to himself. “And I must admit, you are very agile. If you were my height, you certainly would have no problem holding your own.”

You rubbed your eyes, foolishly hoping you could conceal how red your face was. No such luck.

“Look, I know I can’t do everything I wish I can. Or act like I can. But I spent my entire life living by myself in a forest. I got by just fine until the war came. I’m—I’m not used to just sitting around all day doing nothing. I... I can help. I want to help! I owe it to you. You saved me, and I should be doing more to show my thanks. Nothing crazy, or-or anything, but maybe I could—”

“Tenacious.”

“What?”

“You’re tenacious, too. I like that about you. It reminds me of...” he trailed off. He didn’t need to say for you to know. “You don’t like to accept the circumstances given to you. You’d rather be the one setting the terms.”

You shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Perhaps I am a bit overbearing at times. But it’s because I care, not because I don’t think you’re capable. But even I can admit when I’m in the wrong.”

You sniffed a laugh. “Can’t imagine that happens all too often.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “No, not really.”

There was a comfortable silence as Obi-Wan thought over what he was about to say. He could only imagine how you felt — ripped away from your home, forced to sit inside all day as you recover from everything you saw and went through. Nobody in their right mind would want to return to the war after being rescued from it, but Obi-Wan supposed he underestimated how you were just his kind of crazy.

“How did you like being in space when I brought you to Coruscant?”

You cocked your head. “Um, I liked it just fine. I was kinda scared, but I thought it went well for my first time on a ship. Why?”

“Well, as you know I’m due to leave for a relief mission to Corvo tomorrow. I don’t suppose you’d like to join me?”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? Yes! I mean—yeah, if—if you’re offering, I’d really — I’d love to.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good. The people of Corvo are allies of the Republic, and very kind. If you’re to make Coruscant your new home, it might be nice for you to meet the Corvoian Prime Minister.”

It took a great deal of discipline to contain your excitement, and Obi-Wan knew it. You leaned into his thumb in sort of a makeshift hug, and he flexed his fingers to reciprocate the action as best he could. For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. The moment didn’t need any words.

“Obi-Wan?” you said finally.

“Hmm?”

“How come you changed your mind so quickly?”

He shrugged. “I know when I make a mistake. And I like to fix it as soon as possible so people don’t realize it happened.”

You laughed. “How very humble of you.”

“Oh, you know me.”

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on his thumb as Obi-Wan leaned back. The sun had just about set and the hundreds of brilliant lights were beginning to pop up along the horizon. You would never get tired of its beauty.

“I do.”

#wow this got REALLY sappy #fiercely protective obi-wan >>>>#he thinks he knows best but sometimes he’s wrong!#only sometimes tho #me just projecting my desire to be obi-wan’s friend #his funky little friend #obwrites #star wars g/t

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ooops-i-arted · 3 years

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I know that considering (TCW-2008) refs/characters in this episode that it won’t be your fav but can you please share your child development thoughts for S02E05 please??

They may have been stuff I wasn’t fond of but there were so many cute Baby & Dad moments to make up for it!!

First of all, the puppeteers deserves ALL THE AWARDS for bringing Baby Yoda to life! Not just making Baby “come alive” in general, but also that sort-of-awkward way children move when they don’t have complete confidence in their limbs yet. The are doing a phenomenal job this season and I hope they are all safe and healthy and have all the chocolate they want. Not only is it fantastic from a special effects perspective, it really highlights how far Baby has come now that he’s not stuck in a pod all day and implies that Din is trying to keep him active and physically healthy, and giving him opportunities to develop his muscles and muscle control. (Just imagine them playing a makeshift game of chase through the Razor Crest!)

I absolutely loved Din saying “Hey, what did I tell you” because I have said those exact words in that exact tone SO MANY TIMES and also his Dad Voice is getting so much better! Baby actually listens to him and understands that Din expects him to listen! Of course he still wants the ball (and apparently takes it enough that Din has been practicing his Dad voice on that too, “What did I say about that” is another phrase I also use at work).

Though there may have been another reason he wants the ball this time - as a comfort item, like a child bringing their favorite stuffie to the first day of school. Baby was there when the Armorer told Din to find Jedi to bring the Baby to. He has been listening a lot when Din talks about finding Jedi to train him and give him to. I think Baby is very, very aware of the fact that the end goal is to leave him with the Jedi and is very afraid of leaving his beloved father. He would’ve had stable caretaker(s) at the Jedi Temple but in the last twenty years who knows what’s happened to him. His subdued, don’t-draw-attention-to-myself behavior in Season 1 definitely makes me think he’s been neglected, bare minimum, and possibly abused. Din not only treats him kindly but actually takes care of his needs, is kind to him, and is the most stable presence in his life. Of course he’d be terrified to leave him!

I think that’s also why he doesn’t play ball with Ahsoka, so to speak. We all know he can lift a mudhorn, a rock is no problem for him. He could do it in a heartbeat. But I think he understood that if he showed off for her, Ahsoka might take him away. So he refused for that, and because it’s very common at that age to refuse to do something to regain control of a situation. (That’s why you get kids enjoying telling you “No!” and the whole terrible twos thing.) If he refuses, he stays in control of what’s happening. But of course Din knows exactly how to tempt him with his favorite ball, and kids do want to please adults they like. Anything to hear that sweet, sweet positive reinforcement. So it wasn’t just the shiny ball that convinced Baby - it was the fact that Din was the one playing with him, and that Din so enthusiastically tells him good job. (And Din is noticeably more into it when using the orb. Maybe he and Baby have played with it before? So it’s more natural to both of them. And he was truly so proud of his boy!! It was adorable.)

It’s the same with hearing his real name, which he presumably hasn’t heard in twenty years. He responds when Ahsoka says it, but when Din says it? He’s instantly turned around, ears perked all the way up in “happy” mode. It’s special when Din says it, because Din is special to him.

Which then ties into the whole attachment thing. Baby is very healthily attached to Din. There’s a reason we stick kids with the same teacher for a year plus at a time, it’s because kids are comfortable with a regular person they can get to know, just like adults are. To Baby, Ahsoka is just some orange stranger and Din is his dad. Of course he is more attached to Din and has fears over losing him, especially if he’s been deprived of that for the last 20-odd years! It’d be different if Din was sticking around to transition Baby somewhere new, or just dropping him off for lessons. But leaving a parent permanently and abruptly after likely previous trauma? That would be horrible for Baby.

And re: The Jedi + attachments Ahsoka (and Filoni) are wrong on that. The Jedi do not forbid attachments, only letting your attachments rule you. Ki-Adi-Mundi is married and so were others, and there are plenty of Padawan-Master relationships to see - for example, Obi-Wan was attached to Qui-Gon and clearly loved him and was devastated by his loss, but it’s only when he conquers his emotions and calms himself is he able to defeat Maul, and afterward is implied/shown to mourn Qui-Gon and handle his grief in a healthy way. Anakin doesn’t fall because he’s attached to his loved ones. He falls because he’s willing to commit murder and genocide over his attachments. So “I can’t teach Grogu because he’s attached to you” is bullshit. “I can’t teach Grogu because he is attached to you and needs to be safely transitioned into Jedi life in an environment that is comfortable and safe for him, with your help as his adoptive father, and I have no way to do that here and/or don’t feel comfortable doing that” is much more accurate. (This is probably what would’ve happened if the Order was still around, anyway, and/or how he was actually taken in - the 3D TCW episode with the Jedi children shows the bounty hunters tricking the parents to kidnap the kids, implying that a real Jedi would work with the family to transition the children in a safe and healthy manner. The Rodian even says the Jedi have already spoken to her iirc.)

Of course even if Grogu is unhealthily attached to Din (which he isn’t, imo, he behaves like a child at a normal level of attachment to a regular caretaker he loves) then ignoring it and not doing anything about it is equally bad.... as we’ve already seen when he got upset with Cara last season. Baby must learn to control his powers so he doesn’t hurt himself or others, especially since he’s so young he doesn’t always have full control over his own emotions. “Big” emotions can be a lot for a kid; a screaming meltdown is bad enough when the kid can’t yeet you with their mind. I’ve been hit, kicked, bitten, scratched, had toys thrown at me, even been hit with heavy wooden blocks. A Grogu out of control with his emotions and using the Force? Terrifying. Yes, his attachment to Din makes him more vulnerable to his fears and anger - we’ve seen him choke Cara and while he only held back the mudhorn, in theory he could’ve done more. But that is just all the more reason to teach him control. Ignore harmful behavior and it will only get worse, and Din isn’t really equipped to help him navigate that since Din doesn’t understand the Force and can’t understand what Grogu says.

(Also lol at “He doesn’t understand” “He does.” You can 100% tell when kids understand you perfectly and are refusing to do it, even when a parent is making excuses for their darling. xD Especially since kids will frequently act/react differently to their parents versus other caretakers.)

“He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years” I call partial bullshit on that. No, I don’t think Baby has done any long-term planning or had thoughts along the lines of “I’m being hunted and need to protect myself by pretending not to be a Force-user.” But I think he has probably figured out people react a certain way when he does Force things and perhaps decided “I shouldn’t make things float because then people will grab me/I will get taken away/other consequence I don’t like will happen.” That’s more in line with a toddler’s level of thinking/comprehension. And it adds greater weight to him saving Din from the mudhorn - he didn’t know how Din would react to him using the Force, if Din would try and hurt him or lock him in the pod or whatever, but he still wanted to save Din. Overall though I think Baby’s Force-use is in line with a toddler’s thoughts. “I want X to happen, I can make that happen with the Force, so I will make X happen unless I’m more scared of [consequence] happening.”

So overall a pretty revealing episode for Baby/Grogu. (I’m not used to the new name yet tbh.) Although I’m worried about how many times it will take Din hearing it to realize that yes, you are this baby’s father, get that through your beskar-plated skull.

#baby yoda meta #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #baby yoda #grogu

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ariainstars · 3 years

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Will Din Djarin and Grogu Have to Part?

Since this question has been discussed quite controversially in the fandom since the second season of The Mandalorian, here are my two cents about it.

Luke and Anakin

A subject my husband and I can’t agree upon 😉 is the character of Luke Skywalker. I always liked him, while my husband finds him annoying. But consider: Luke’s hotheadedness, his naivety, his obstinacy, are perfectly normal for a young man of nineteen or twenty. Given A New Hope’s roots in classic Western, Luke is the typical greenhorn, who tries to man it up but doesn’t know how to do it yet. Luke is a normal adolescent with dreams and ambitions. Remember how we see him playing with a toy skyhopper at his uncle’s homestead? He obviously feels safe there. His aunt and uncle later even sacrifice their lives rather than revealing to the Imperial stormtroopers where R2D2 is, because they know that Luke went in search of the droid, and they don’t want them to find him. Luke is a good boy though raw and green. In the end, his story is a success because he chooses to use his powers to save the ones he cares about, even when it’s a father who, except for saving his life at the last moment, never did anything good for him.

Now compare him to Anakin Skywalker, his father, at the same age: many fans define young Anakin as a whiny, arrogant brat and they’re not so wrong with that. Anakin comes over as an irritating person, much more so than his son, because he is emotionally stunted, having spent the last ten years being told to stifle his emotions and not to allow any personal attachment. Which blatantly failed: we see right away that his bond with Padmé is still intact although they didn’t meet in the meantime, and we witness him getting mad with fury and hatred when his mother has to die in that cruel, meaningless way when he could have saved her had he arrived just a little sooner. Young Anakin is unbalanced and frustrated because by now he knows his enormous powers but is not allowed to use them in a way that actually makes sense to him. Anakin is a family man: his instinct is to protect. But at age nineteen, thanks to the uncompassionate mindset of the oh-so wise Jedi, he already is a ticking bomb.

Now to Our New Heroes…

While the first season was about Mando’s redemption and hero’s journey, the second one thematizes the development of the child. Until now he hardly wielded the Force and most of the time he’s just being cute and getting into trouble, but that’s not simply bothersome, nor is it unfitting for the narrative: it’s normal. Grogu is being a child at last, because he can, and he can because someone is looking after him and genuinely caring for him.

Look at him: the little cookie monster is having a blast. He’s meeting people and making friends. He’s enjoying life (including food). He can let go, because he knows that “daddy” has his back. Literally!

Which is why I don’t believe that Grogu will choose to join some Jedi or other: it would be pointless for his story. Grogu has the chance to be the child he could not be until now, and since he thankfully ages slowly, he’s taking that chance. Like with his predecessor Yoda, there is more to Grogu than meets the eye: he understands more than he lets on. He’s making experiences, and he’s learning from these experiences. Instinctively, he wants Mando because he wants belonging. My take is that he will learn how to have healthy attachments, and that if he is to be the future Yoda in some distant new tv show or new trilogy, he will be very different from this one in that he won’t discourage Force-sensitive children from learning how to love other people in a proper way. Also, Yoda lived mostly at the Jedi temple, which from the outside reminded of an ivory tower and indeed did shield the Jedi from seeing many of the ugly things happening outside. Grogu is travelling: he witnesses the injustices in the galaxy with his own eyes.

One of the crucial messages of the Star Wars saga always was how wrong it is to separate families. Palpatine’s greatest villainy was making people who belonged together mistrust one another until they resorted to violence. What’s worse, he enjoyed it.

To remain in balance, children need to grow up serene and protected. Anakin, the Dark Father, was the most blatant example for this: his mere existence was a living proof for the Jedi’s failure. Terrified of his former padawan’s turn to the Dark Side, Obi-Wan set the seal on his fate right when Padmé was succeeding into making him go away with her. The Jedi was aware that Anakin was a husband and future father at this point, but the convictions of the Jedi had been so deeply ingrained into his mind since he was small that he believed them to be more important than Anakin’s role not as a Jedi, but as a human being. Still twenty years later, he tried to trick Anakin’s own son into killing him. Anakin’s soul was saved, though only by a hair’s breadth, due to his son’s stubborn compassion. Anakin had been willing to sacrifice everything to save his wife; Luke chose to rather give up his life than his integrity, which is why the moment when he throws his light sabre away before Palpatine is so significant, setting him apart from Anakin.

None of the surviving Jedi would have lifted a finger for Anakin: to them, he was a damned man. Which he was, but that was largely also due to the Jedi’s sins and not only his own. They never showed regret or assumed that they might have wronged him. The aim of both the prequel and sequel trilogy was not to excuse Darth Vader’s / Anakin Skywalker’s or Kylo Ren’s / Ben Solo’s terrible deeds, but to demonstrate that their fate could have been avoided; that they were not alone with their guilt but had been for a large part pushed into their role by their environment, instead of being, as the cliché runs, “mad guys who choose to be evil because they want power”, like e.g. in a James Bond movie. (Except of course for Palpatine, but even he got a second chance through Rey, equally powerful but much more well-meaning than him.)

Conclusions

The message of Star Wars is not about the all-powerful Jedi and the significance of their order: they are not some kind of superheroes who will return and save the galaxy. I daresay that who hopes to see Luke Skywalker, e.g. instructing Grogu, will be bitterly disappointed. If Luke would enter the narrative, the story would become about him, making the show’s set-up and title pointless. His story, the Hero’s Journey, was accomplished with Return of the Jedi, which is why George Lucas never wrote a continuation. Luke himself developed his capacities instinctively, both Obi-Wan and Yoda had little time to train him. (So much also for Rey being “a Mary Sue who knows how to wield her power without training”.) It obviously does not take years and years of learning at a Jedi temple to learn to wield one’s Force powers: it appears that what padawans are taught there, more than anything else, is how to control their feelings. Which is unrealistic on the long run, because every living being wishes for personal fulfilment and even the greatest Jedi can’t live solely for others.

Will the child’s Force abilities fade in time without training, the way Ahsoka said? They won’t. The show is set some 25 years after the fall of the Jedi Temple, and yet Grogu managed to make a mudhorn float in the air with his power. He was exhausted afterwards, but he managed. In another episode he healed Greef Karga from a mortal wound and he is the first Force-sensitive whom we ever saw with this capacity. In the next episode he rejected a fireball with his bare hands. The Force is strong with this one. He does not need a Jedi master to train him. What he needs is to develop a good judgement about what he should use his powers for, and when he should not.

The saga as a whole always showed a clear structure where the puzzle pieces fit together, adding up to one final picture: life is not about power but about love and belonging. Power can win, but that victory is always short-lived. Who chooses power over compassion in the end will always lose and have to look back on a destroyed world where there are only losses and bitter memories.

Ever from the first episode, The Mandalorian lived from the dynamics between the gruff but kind bounty-hunter and the innocent yet powerful child. At its core, it is a father-son relationship: tear them apart and the whole story ceases to make sense. By the beginning of season 2 Din Djarin and Grogu have grown so close that you could hardly fit a sheet of paper between them. Their story is not about rebuilding the Jedi order, it is about healing together, overcoming loneliness and trauma, starting a new life together.

Maybe they will be separated at the end of the second season, e.g. by Moff Gideon who wants the child for his despicable experiments: but if that happens, I can foretell what the next season will be about:

Mando will move heaven and hell to get “his” child back under his protection. Because contrarily to both Luke and Anakin, he is a father, and a good and devoted one at that.

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padme-parker · 3 years

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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 6)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: You go to Onderon and meet someone you’ve been longing to see. Another call to home ensues and hearts get broken.

Warnings: angst, maybe cursing, I can’t think of anything else. oh and bad plot lmao

WC: 4.0k

A/N: this isn’t proof read so it might be scuffed.

read chapter 5 here

C O R U S C A N T

After the nightmares began, Anakin was rarely around, only making you more susceptible to the dark side. You truly did want to tell him about what had been keeping you up at night, but how were you going to contact him when he was never around and the connection the two of you shared was seemingly cut off? You weren’t able to feel his emotions nor feel his presence. It was as if he had blocked you off, almost like he was dead, but he wasn’t. You knew that he went on more campaigns as he was barely spending time in the temple, wanting to stay as far away from you. And if the two of you ever were in the same room by sheer luck, he pretended that you didn’t exist.

On days where both Anakin and Obi Wan were gone, you trained with a girl named Xin. In a way, she reminded you of the mandalorian Sabine: intelligent, strong, and creative. She was skilled with her lightsaber, but also greatly skilled in hand to hand combat, making her an excellent training partner. When all three of them were gone, you spent time learning binary after shortly being gifted a droid. R2-KT, or Kaytee as you liked to call her, accompanied you on your walks around the Jedi temple, often telling you random facts about it or Coruscant.

As time passed, you noticed how the council became weary of your presence. After noticing the color of your saber, which wasn’t hard to miss, the Jedi Masters seemed to focus their attention on you whenever you were in the room with them. You would have liked to believe that you had begun to earn their trust, but you understood their cautiousness towards you. Hell, you would’ve probably reacted the same way if someone came to Earth using a big stone hidden in the middle of nowhere claiming that the fate of the universe rested in their hands.

The halls of the temple were empty- excluding the sentinels- as you roamed around with Kaytee at your side. It was still so surreal being in the Jedi temple. Six months ago you were on Earth, spending time with your family. It seemed so long ago since you were first introduced to Star Wars.

You were foreign to the concept of bonding, spending time with your peers. After spending almost 17 years in foster care, you learned to not attach yourself. To become cold, detached, and observant of your surroundings. With your arrival to the tower, it became a shock to you when you found out that the team spent time together willingly. Some nights they played games like Uno and Cards Against Humanity. You would always sit in the corner and watch them, not comfortable enough to be engaging with them in such a way like that. On the nights where they watched movies, you would always sit in the furthest seat away from the group. It stayed like that until Peter started coming to the bonding nights.

Due to the fact that he was still young, he stayed with his Aunt May. Only coming to the tower to help Tony with his projects. So it was a surprise to see him there, but you couldn’t help feel more comfortable knowing that someone else your age was there.

“So, what’re we watching tonight?” He asked. The team let out a couple of groans, unsure of what they were getting into. “How about we watch Star Wars? I bet you those two grandpas haven’t seen it yet.”

“Hey! Watch it, Peter.” Steve said, putting his hand over his heart to feign hurt. All it took for him to apologize was one glance at Bucky. “Sorry Mister Winter- uhh James- Bucky-- no. Sir Barnes. And Steve.”

He goes to sit down, but before he does, he takes a survey of the room. He notices you sitting alone on the couch, “Hey, why don’t you come sit closer?” He asked. You shake your head, telling him that you were alright where you were. “What about you? Have you seen Star Wars?” You quickly shake your head, you see Peter’s eyes widen and he takes off to sit in the empty spot next to you.

“OMG. WHAT? How have you never seen the movies?”

“Not everyone has the privilege to have a normal childhood. I just so happened to be one of those kids.” You informed him.

“Right, sorry.” He apologized, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sure you’ll love the movies though.”

Peter was right. After watching A New Hope, the team had retired to their respective rooms, but the two of you had stayed up all night finishing the movies. After watching all three trilogies, you had a new found obsession, especially for a certain Skywalker. Even though some people thought that Anakin was a bad character, and sure the script was really bad, you really did love him. So when he betrayed Obi Wan to save Padme, your heart couldn’t help but break. Poor man was so whipped for the pussy :( I guess you could call it to die for.

Although your time on Coruscant was limited, you did your best to enjoy it. The six months you had spent here so far had been a gift. The environment was truly mesmerizing, and you wanted to share it with Peter. You tried not to call him often, the time difference was just slightly confusing. While six months might’ve passed for you, it had only been a month for your family back home.

You were broken out of your reverie by the buzzing of your holocom, requesting your presence in the council room. Making your way into the room, you told Kaytee to wait by the doors. You stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for them to address you.

“Nice to see you it is.” Master yoda said. “A task for you, we have.”

A task? What could they possibly want you to do? There was no way they’d be sending you on a mission, they never did.

“We want you to travel to Onderon. They are celebrating their liberation from the separatists. I don’t know why but Anakin and Obi Wan would like for you to be present-” Before Mace can finish his sentence he is cut off.

“I believe what Master Windu is trying to say is that they would both like for you to experience what our galaxy has to offer.” Shaak Ti answered for him. “There will be other Jedi there too, but you will be traveling on your own.” She said. “Oh, and please keep in mind, this celebration is also being held in remembrance for Steela, their fallen leader.”

“Understood, may I leave now?” Master Yoda gave you a nod, allowing you to leave. You made your way to the hangar, Kaytee following close behind you. Well, it looks like it was time to see Anakin again.

O N D E R O N

Your journey to Onderon is short, but you take the time to fiddle with Kaytee. Cleaning her up to make her look presentable. Weeks after you were gifted the droid, you took the time to fix her up and reprogram her to your liking. With the touch of a button, you could make her record a hologram, send her your location, or gouge out someone's eye if needed. You truly did love your droid, and you thanked the stars that Stark taught you how to code, program, and build trinkets of your own.

Kaytee lands the ship with a heavy thud, “I know you're excited to see Artoo, but we need to be careful with this ship. It’s not ours.” You told her, and in return you get a series of apologetic beeps. The door opens with a hiss, you signal for Kaytee to follow you. Stepping off, you notice all of the other ships outside of Iziz. It was like all the entirety of the galactic senate was here, which you really didn’t doubt. You felt out of place in your Jedi robes. People were arriving in magnificent, mind blowing outfits. Gowns with tails that trailed far behind them and tuxes with flowy capes. This ball was going to have it all.

The bustle of the market only intensified with the oncomers. You had to make your way to the temple before you got distracted. By the time you reached the temple doors, the crowd lessened, or so you thought. Entering the temple, you were greeted at the sight of hundreds of people. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as people began to turn and stare at you. Screw the Jedi Council for not giving me a nice outfit to change into. Just as you were about to turn around and wander through the market, you heard your voice being called out. You tried to find where the sound was coming from, only to get confused and jolt your head around violently as if you were a loth cat.

“Alyra! Over here!.” Your feet began moving on their own accord. As if you were being drawn to a presence. You come to a screeching halt in front of.. Anakin, of course it's him. Why am I not surprised that the force has literally brought me to him? Along with Obi Wan, R2, and Padme. Oh my god, wait, it’s Padme. I could kiss her right now if I wanted to. But I won’t. That would be weird, won’t it. Kissing her in front of her husband, who is my-

“Alyra, are you alright?” Obi Wan asks, breaking you out of your internal ramble.

“Yeah, I was just...trying to take all of this in. I’ve never seen anything like this.” You responded, pretending to look around the temple.

“It seems like you space out a lot.” He jokes, a smile on his face before he realizes no one else is laughing. He rolls his eyes before continuing, “Anyways, welcome to Onderon. This is my good friend, Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo.” He turns to face her while he introduces you to her. You hold out a hand, expecting for her to shake it. Instead she walks up to you and takes you within her hold. She hugs you tightly, you can feel her protruding belly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Anakin has talked a lot about you.” Both you and Obi Wan furrow your brows at the mention of Anakin speaking of you. Padme is quick to notice this and corrects herself, “I mean of what he’s mentioned to me about you today. Right, Ani?” She validates.

“Yeah, only good things though.” He testified, avoiding your gaze. It was weird that he was mentioning you to his pregnant wife, what was there to talk about? Not to mention the fact that he had been avoiding your presence for months now.

You squinted your eyes at him, “I could only hope so, seeing as though we haven’t spoken in awhile.” you accused. What in the world is he up to now?

You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with a comeback, before he can utter a word, he’s interrupted by Padme.

“C’mon, let’s go to your room and get you changed.” Once again, you furrow your brows.

“Changed, what do you mean changed?” You ask her.

“What, did you think I’d just let you roam around the ball in those ugly Jedi robes? Come, I’ll let you borrow one of my dresses.” She drags you away by the arm, Anakin and Obi Wan shouting at her. Something about Jedi robes not being ugly, you couldn’t really hear with Padme’s giggles silencing them. Kaytee let’s out a giggle of her own as she follows you, Artoo’s personality rubbing off on her.

Padmé all but practically throws you onto your bed as she ushers one of her handmaidens, Teckla, to bring the dresses into your room. Teckla wheels in a rack filled with elegant looking dresses, along with a bunch of different heels. All looking like they could snap your ankle in half if you walked the wrong way. The first dress she hands you is body conforming up until it reaches your knees, from there it fans out creating a mermaid gown effect. While the dress itself was very beautiful, you thought of it to be too plain for an event like this. You and Padme both share a look before agreeing that this was in fact not the dress.

However, the next dress she hands you is a proper ball gown. You slip it on, taken aback by how heavy the dress was. She walks up behind you to tighten the corset of the gown. She does her best to tighten it up without hurting you, but you can’t help let out a wheeze as she gets closer to tying it off.

“Sorry, as much as I love this dress, I also hate it. I’m so glad I’m pregnant so I don’t have to feel it stabbing me at every given chance.” She said, breaking the silence.

“How many months are you?” You asked.

“I’m six months along now, almost seven.” She finishes tying up the corset before stepping aside. “What do you think?”

“Well, it certainly is fit for an event like this and I do think it’s beautiful. But it’s crushing me with every breath I take. I feel like if I sit down, I won’t be able to get back up.”

“Right, well I can fix that.” This time she takes her time picking out the next dress. She lets her fingers brush across the different fabrics, stopping at one that caught her eye. “Here, try this one!” She suggests. By the look on her face, you can already tell that this is the one. The dress is flowy and soft looking. You step into the dress, pleased to find yourself correct. It feels like you have nothing on. Padme helps you zip the dress up, along with clasping together the leather pieces. The light blue tulle layered over the dark blue, almost purple material complimented your skin tone. The dress had a deep v-neck, showing off your cleavage. Right below your collarbone laid a strap of leather, connecting to either side of your thick shoulder straps. From those straps, a thin piece of tulle was stitched on, giving you two separate mini capes for your arms. Aside from a strap of leather covering your spine, the dress is completely backless. It feels like you could go frolicking in this dress. Who am I kidding, Padme probably went frolicking in this dress with Anakin.

“So, what do you think?” Her tone is hushed, as if she was trying to figure out whether you hated or loved the dress.

“It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” You respond. “Kaytee, what do you reckon?” The droid let’s out a series of delights beeps, showing her contentment towards the dress.

“Great!” Padmé says before ushering you into a chair. “Now, we're going to do your hair and makeup. So sit still.” For once in your life, you shut up and sit still, allowing Padme to work her magic.

“Do you know the gender?” You asked, your question breaking the silence, and while the atmosphere wasn’t exactly awkward, it wasn’t comfortable either.

“Oh no, I’d rather not. It’s not like it matters to me anyways. As long as my child is happy and healthy, then so am I. But it’s ironic because I haven’t been to a check up yet.” Padme gently pulls your hair back, leaving two pieces in the front to frame your face. It was simple, not taking any attention away from the dress.

No check up? Maybe that’s why Padme didn’t know she was having twins. “So you haven’t seen a doctor or a medical droid yet?” Your eyes follow her as she pulls makeup out of her bag, her collection vast.

“No, not really. I don’t have very much time to myself due to the fact that I’m a part of the senate. But I do my best to make sure I stay healthy for my baby and me. I also just want it to be a surprise.” Padme finds a foundation shade similar to your skin tone and blends it in.

“What if you have twins? What will you do then?” You probably weren’t supposed to be asking her questions like these, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you should’ve asked why she had so much makeup instead.

“Well..” She sighed while blotting powder all over your face. “..I suppose if it happens, then it happens. It’s the will of the force.” She finishes powdering your face before moving to your eyebrows. Padme takes an angled brow brush and begins to fill them in, giving it a naturally fuller look.

“So, you believe in the force?”

“How could I not? I work so closely with the Jedi, I’ve seen what you guys have done. The father is very close friends with the Jedi.” Padme said, implying that the father was in fact a Jedi. It felt like you were intruding, but then again, you weren’t necessarily forcing her to tell you this. You had only met her moments ago and she already trusted you enough with her secrets.

“Really? I thought the Jedi weren’t allowed to form attachments?”

“Oh… we weren’t really together. It was sort of a one night thing. But he’s going to be in the child’s life.” She covered up.

The conversation went on like that for a while before Padme announced that she was finished with you. After finishing your makeup and adding some finishing touches to your hair, she finally stepped aside, letting you see yourself in the mirror.

The second you saw yourself, your mouth fell open in shock. You looked absolutely ethereal. Padme kept your makeup very natural to bring out your features. She also added small, white flowers into your hair. You excitedly thanked her and got up to hug her as a way to show your gratitude.

“Shall we get going now?” She offered

“Oh, if it was alright with you, I was going to stay behind. I have to contact somebody.” You asked

“Of course, I’ll see you later then.” She said before gathering all of her belongings and leaving with Teckla. As Padme arrives, Anakin notices that you weren’t with her.

“Where’s Alyra?” He asked her, eager to see what she would look like out of her Jedi robes.

“She said she had to talk to someone.”

Meanwhile, in your room you were getting ready to call Peter. Honestly, you had no idea if you had connection on Onderon, but you were about to find out. Taking off your necklace, you were pleased to see the green light, indicating that you were indeed connected to the bridge. You scroll through your contacts before finding Peter’s name. You hit the dial button and wait for it to connect.

E A R T H

Peter is sleeping when he gets a call, the bracelet on his left hand vibrating. He thinks nothing of it and almost declines the call. That is until he realizes it’s you calling on the bracelet he had designated just for you. He jumps up from his sleeping position and quickly answers your call. Peter can’t help but let out a gasp of awe the very second your face pops onto the hologram.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You move closer towards the camera and inspect your face, only to find no flaws.

“Nothing...it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you like this.”

“Like what?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, the confusion clear on your face.

“All… dolled up.” Peter’s response makes your face blush a hot red. You let out a shy laugh as your hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. He was right, it had been so long since you’ve felt this pretty. It felt good, for once you had felt good.

“Thanks, Pete. It feels good to be in something other than Jedi robes.”

“Not that I’m saying you can’t be dressed up like this, but exactly why are you so dressed up?” He pondered, he knew it wasn’t like the Jedi to go about their duties in exquisite gowns.

“I’m actually on Onderon.” You pan the camera towards the view outside of your window. “The Jedi have invited me to a celebration of Onderon’s liberation. But also in memory of Steela I believe. I really wish you were here with me. I still don’t understand why they couldn’t have sent both of us.”

“I miss you too, but you know I have a duty here on Earth.”

“Duty? So did I Peter!”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. With me being Spiderman-”

“It’s not like they don’t have any other superheroes. I mean come on, admit it! You know more about Star Wars than I possibly could. You should be here with me.” You huff out before changing the subject, “Anyways, how are you? Did you end up fixing things with MJ?”

“I’m fine, but no, we didn’t. We both agreed that we’d be better off as friends. Besides I’ve already moved on.” He confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It’s now or never Peter, you’ve gotta tell her.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your split. But hopefully you and this new person will work out-”

“It’s you.” He says, abruptly cutting you off. Peter watches you tilt your head as your brows scrunch together again.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s you,” He repeats, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “It’s always been you. I didn’t realize it until you had left… I didn’t think I could miss someone so much.”

“Peter…. I don’t know what to say.” You uttered out,

“Please, say something- anything.” He begged, hoping he hadn’t just ruined years of friendship. Peter watches as you open and close your mouth, searching for the right words.

“...I can’t.” You say as you shake your head. “I can’t be with you, Peter.”

“Why? Is it because of my age? Come on, Y/N, I’m only two years younger than you.” He pleads

“It’s not that. You’re just not the right person for me, Peter. I know it in my very soul.”

“Oh yeah? And who is, Anakin?” He taunts, he can feel his eyes water as he watches you look away from him. “No freakin’ way. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter lets out a scoff.

“You’ve got to understand Pete, I love him. I really do.”

“NO! You don’t love him. You’re just obsessed with him. You think you can save him but you can’t! No one can! You can’t change his destiny.”

“What do you even know about love? You can’t tell me who I can and can’t love. It doesn’t work like that. You know nothing about it-”

“I LOVE YOU!” He screams, breaking the silence in his Queen’s apartment, surely waking up May. “Why isn’t that enough?” Peter watches as tears slowly stream down your face as he lets out a few of his own.

“I’ve got to see this out until the end, you know that Peter...I could only wish that it was enough, but it’s not. You’re like a brother to me, don’t do this to me. To our friendship...I’ve got to go now.”

“No, you don’t get to leave again-”

“I’m sorry, goodbye, Peter.” You end the call and Peter is left staring at the wall, mouth hung open in shock. He couldn’t believe this just happened to him. He faintly makes out the sound of Aunt May knocking on his door.

Without waiting for a response, she cracks open his door. She takes notice of the tears falling off of his face and closes her mouth. Aunt May is silent as she makes her way across his room, holding her arms out for him. Peter gratuitously accepts her embrace, his sobs muffled by her clothes.

No words are spoken as Peter cries his heart out, never in a million years did he think you’d be the one to break him.

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years

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Please elaborate on the star wars lessened age gap!

Okay so like. First off I'm only going off the Original and Prequel trilogies because that's what I really know best don't @ me so if some bonus material explains shit better then just. This. Literally that video.

Now! On to why I think the prequel would be better if Anakin's age was bumped up and Obi-Wan was bumped down a tad.

Let's start with Anakin!

I think we should bump him up to be roughly the same age as Padme. So 14-15 ish. This will tie into his romance with her but I'll address that later.

At 14, it makes a lot more sense why the Jedi Council are hesitant to train Anakin, and claim he's too old. Because he quite literally is too old! Force-Sensitive children are brought to the Jedi Temples much younger to be taught the basics, and would already be apprenticed to full Jedi by this age.

While Anakin is clearly very strong with the Force, he has no training whatsoever besides adapting to what he's had to in his environment. Trying to train him now would be quite a challenge.

On top of that! You know how the whole Jedi Order is about controlling emotions, not letting them cloud their judgement, etc.! But Anakin is a goddamn teenager who, unlike the other teenage Padawans, was never taught to properly deal with emotions. At best Anakin learned his ways to suppress negative emotions until in a safer environment because hello child slavery but that is another conversation altogether(though I ABSOLUTELY think that exploring this more could have led into his trust issues with the Order and his trouble actually controlling his emotions)

So starting at 14-ish really kinda fucks around with Anakin's training. But if the Order itself weren't as flawed, then it might have worked out.

Onto the discussion of the Anakin/Padme romance!

Having them both be roughly the same age makes more sense for their romance. It always kinda bothered me that in Phantom Menace the age gap was 9/14 when they first make their connection. I know it doesn't turn to romance until they're 19/24 but still.

So okay! They're both 14! And honestly, they hit it off in the romance department! Sure, they're awkward 14 year olds, but it's normal awkward 14 year old romance.

People wouldn't be entirely blind to this romance, of course. But between the fact that most 14-year-old Romances don't last, and the fact that they're pursuing careers that won't give them much room for romance(if at all). So while its discouraged, no one pays much attention to them. So eventually when they do start their romance for real in Episode 2, they know exactly how much people will ignore when they think it'll solve itself.

Now for Obi-Wan!

I think Phantom Menace kiiiiinda tried to do this by making Obi-Wan a Padawan for the first half of the movie until he becomes a proper Jedi Knight, but I want it more focused on and exaggerated.

Make Obi-Wan barely an adult, and barely ready to become a Jedi Knight. Like, he's /technically/ able to go to the Trials and all that, but he really should have a bit more time to learn from Qui-Gon and should have some time on his own before he gets a Padawan to train.

So Obi-Wan is pushed into Jedi Knighthood a bit too early because Qui-Gon is the only Jedi 110% willing to train Anakin. And this probably wouldn't have been a problem if he were allowed to have a breather, but Qui-Gon dies and since Obi-Wan agreed with him on Anakin, that duty falls to him.

So Obi-Wan is a new Knight who was given the title too soon, and has a Padawan that is going to be one hell of a handful even for an experienced Jedi to handle.

On that note, now we can discuss their relationship with each other! Not like, shippy. If that's your vibe then yoink it but I'm focusing on platonic.

Because while most student/teacher pairs are a child with a much older Jedi, Anakin and Obi-Wan are very close in age. Close enough that it's hard for them to see each other as entirely unequal.

They're friends, brothers really.

Sometimes this is a great thing! They work great together! There are a number of missions where their vibes and wacky shenanigans are the only things that save the day!

Of course, there are cons. Because Obi-Wan /knows/. There's no way he doesn't see what's happening with Anakin.

And he ignores it. Because so far, at this stage, it's not hurting anything. And he is starting to see the flaws in the way the Order operates in respect to attachments and expressing emotions and all of that.

But then it gets worse. Because of all the fuckery that does happen in Canon.

So like. My point is that it kinda highlights where things failed if we knew that both of them were in fucked situations, trying their best, and the Order's rules ultimately failed them

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dalekofchaos · 3 years

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Jedi Ben and Empress Rey au

The concept of Jedi Ben and Sith!Rey is fascinating to me and has a lot of potential

A Ben Solo who never fell to the dark side and stayed true to his family and the light

A Rey who was found and brought before Snoke by Ochi. Rey’s first task would be to get revenge for her parents’ murder and embrace the darkness within.

Rey raised by the Sith Eternal and grooms her to become The Empress is something horrible, but somewhat fascinating

Ben rising to become Luke’s most prominent and powerful apprentices and eventually becomes the Heart of the Jedi(much like Jaina Solo was the Sword of the Jedi)

One grew up in a loving environment and the other grew up in absolute hell.

Rey becomes the fearsome Kira Ren and is known as the beautiful, powerful and deadly Queen Of Ren. Kira Ren rules the Knights Of Ren with an iron fist.

After Ben is Knighted as a Jedi Knight, Ben returns to his family. Leia proud of her son and Han embraces his son in a warm embrace.

Rey is treated like a living weapon by Snoke and The First Order, and by extension Palpatine.

Leia would introduce her son into politics, since he is a Prince of Alderaan, due to some hope that she can guide her son to becoming Chancellor and ushering a new age of peace and prosperity for the New Republic. Afterwords. Han and Ben would fly the Falcon as father and son.

When Luke and Ben are away to visit their family, that is when Kira and the Knights Of Ren would strike the Jedi. Their would be no survivors. Kira would reign lightning down on the temple.

Luke and Ben return and they are broken. Everyone Ben knew and spent nearly his entire life is dead. Luke failed to protect everyone so he goes into exile. Ben feels survivor’s guilt, so Ben cuts himself off from the force and becomes a smuggler with his father

Rey on Takodana would take no chances. She would mind probe Lor San Tekka right then and there and Poe would attempt to save him. This results in a force lobotomy. Rey asks for Poe to be taken to her quarters for interrogation.

One day Ben gets a distress call from Poe and a friend on Jakku. Normally Ben would ignore the Resistance. But...this is a call Ben cannot ignore, the force compels him to. So Ben asks Han to go to Jakku. “A feeling” as he puts it

Han and Ben come to Poe and Finn’s aid.

Poe goes “Ben, thank the force you’re here. You saved our asses.” “I couldn’t leave you old friend”(side note, in a world where Ben never turns, I like to think Ben and Poe would be friends, especially since their parents were close)

Ben and Finn introduce themselves. this begins a slow but sure friendship between Ben and Finn

Han tells the story of Luke and the Jedi, with Ben looking ashamed of what happened. Finn asks what happened.

During the Raftaar situation. Han and Ben talk out of their ass trying to distract the people coming for Han over the deal gone wrong. Then Finn and Poe would make the save.

On Takodana after Finn leaves, Ben is disappointed, but understands why he lied and respects that he left The First Order, similar to how he left the force.

Ben would be called by Anakin’s Lightsaber. He would receive a force vision similar to Rey’s in canon, but instead of hearing Obi-Wan, Ben would hear Anakin. “Ben, these are your first steps back”

Ben would reject the call and in turn this leads him to Kira Ren

Kira freezes him in place, and hold her Saberstaff to Ben’s throat seductively much like a fencer does to their opponent. Then she sees the map in his mind and learns who he is and she knocks him out. “We have everything we need”

Interrogation happens. Ben does not give in. Ben is able to send it back to her. “You’re afraid that you’ll never be as strong as The Emperor” Rey has never wanted to kill someone as she does now

Snoke and Hux berate her for her failure.

Snoke orders Rey “If what you say is true, then bring young Solo to me”

When Finn and Han comes to rescue Ben, Leia gave Finn Ben’s old Lightsaber. “When you see Ben, give this to him.”

Han knows that his son will never be safe while Snoke and Kira Ren live. So Han makes the sacrifice to ensure that Finn and Ben get a chance to escape

Ben witnesses Rey murdering Han.

Together Ben and Finn faces Kira Ren

Rey knocks out Finn and faces Ben alone. Ben opens himself to the light and scars Rey’s eye. He has her beaten and has her where he wants her to. He want to kill her, but he knows it would not be right. Saves Finn and escapes

Ben reunites with Luke. Rather than handing the lightsaber out to Luke, they smile at each other and embrace each other in a hug

Ben spends the majority of the alternate events of TLJ trying to get Luke to come back. Luke feels like what happened was his fault for letting his guard down

Then begins the Rey and Ben force bonding. In the first bond, Ben reaches for his blaster instantly and fires multiple times. Much to the annoyance of the fish nuns

When comes the second force bond session takes place, in place of a shirtless Ben, Rey would be in a revealing nightie and Ben is like “oh no, she’s hot”

Ben demands to know why she killed his father. Rey wants Ben to know that they are the same and that he must let the past die

In their third session after Ben enters the cave. Rey shows signs of remorse. Basically Rey pulls a Villanelle. “I don’t want to do this anymore” Ben asks her to abandon the dark side “Kira” “That is not my name. I’m Rey.” “I never wanted to....be like this. I wasn’t given a choice. I was kidnapped by my parents’ killer and I was raised by dark side cultists and Snoke. I want to be free and live without the dark side, pain or being told who or what I’m supposed to be.”

This causes conflict between Ben and Luke. Ben believes she can be saved. Luke does not and cannot believe him. “Ben, her grandfather was The Emperor and she was raised to take his place, she killed our fellow Jedi and friends. She is beyond help.” “My grandfather was beyond redemption, but you still took a chance on him. I’m asking you to help me do the same.”

Rey and Ben would have a similar yearning scene in the elevator. Though Rey is more hungry than Ben. Ben would promise to help Rey.

Snoke toys with Ben “I once thought you could’ve been Vader’s Heir when I found you, but when the heir of Palpatine was found, I had all I needed. After I kill you, Skywalker and the rest of your bloodline will die with you.”

Rey kills Snoke and together Rey and Ben fight off the Praetorian Guards.

Ben fights more Jedi like, while Rey is feral and shows no mercy

Rey makes the same proposal that Ben did in canon. Ben begs her to call off the fleet. Rey shows her true colors. “Snoke was an obstacle and you helped me eliminate him. Now The First Order is mine. Join me Ben. Let us rule as equals and bring a new order to the galaxy.” Ben is horrified and the struggle for Ben’s Lightsaber begins, it shatters and then the hyperspace ramming happens.

Hux demands to know what happened. “Solo killed Snoke” “We have no leader.” “No, but you have your Empress” “How dare you presume to command me” Rey force chokes Hux. “Long live the Empress”

Rey faces Luke Skywalker. Rey intends to exact revenge for her grandfather’s “death” and Luke intends to wear her down. Similar to Kylo in canon, Luke dies to how he did in canon, denying Rey the revenge she craved and Rey lets out a force scream that leaves a crater on Crait

Rey and Ben take one last look at each other and Ben severs their connection.

There would be a 5 year timeskip. In that time Ben would rebuild his Lightsaber as a Crossguard Lightsaber. Leia helps Ben on the path to becoming Chancellor. With Rose’s help, they unblock the galactic wide scrambler and Leia’s message and later Ben’s message helps rally the galaxy to the Resistance’s cause. The Resistance is now once again The New Republic. And with the hope Ben instills, he has proven himself as their leader, while Finn and Poe are his generals

Rey would be on the mission to kill anyone who stands in her way and crushing the hope within the galaxy that Ben created.

Rey and her Knights would hunt for the Wayfinders.

After uncovering the Wayfinder, Rey travels to Exegol

Palpatine goads her granddaughter into killing him. “I have been every voice, inside your head. Guiding you to this very moment. Ochi killed your parents on my orders to bring you before me. It is your destiny to kill me and take your place as Empress of the SIth Eternal and the Final Order.” Rey kills Palpatine and truly becomes Empress

Rey broadcasts a message to the galaxy. One simple message. Bow down to your Empress or die. She has the means to destroy everyone in days. She gives a message to the chancellor and his fellow brand of usurpers. Find the Wayfinder before it’s too late.

Despite everything she’s done and her plans for the galaxy, Ben believes there is a spark of light in Rey. There is hope for her. Ben confides in Finn about this. Finn does not believe any hope for Rey. “You left The First Order, if anyone knows about second chances, it’s you” Finn can’t argue there.

While Ben is searching for the Wayfinder. Finn, Rose and Jannah would launch a Stormtrooper Rebellion, which results in turning The First Order’s Stormtroopers against TFO and gives The New Republic the edge they need over The Final Order. This also results in Hux’s capture

Instead of Rey and Ben fighting on nearly every world, Ben would instead be fighting the Knights Of Ren and the Sith Troopers

Ben would be facing a dark reflection on what he could’ve been, Kylo Ren on the Death Star ruins

Finally, Ben goes to Exegol to face Rey and hopefully stop her from herself or do what must be done

Empress Rey ignites her Saberstaff and gives Ben a final chance to join her.

They fight. It’s raw, powerful and tragic. It’s Duel Of Fates meets ROTJ Throne Room fight.

When Ben thinks he’s won the duel by slicing her Saberstaff in two, Ben reaches out, but Rey shocks him with a torrent of force lightning.

Rey hesitates to kill Ben. She doesn’t want this, the only person who understands her and Ben cannot bring himself to kill Rey despite everything she’s done.

Ultimately neither can kill the other

Ben attempts once more to reach out to Rey. “Rey, I know you never wanted to be what they made you to be. You are not your grandfather. Let’s end this together.” For a brief moment Rey stops the lightning. Then Rey struggles for control

“I can’t stop, he controls me now. Kill me and save the galaxy.”

Ben refuses. “there has to be another way. You are stronger than him”

Together Rey and Ben would work together to force Palpatine’s spirit out of Rey.

Rey and Ben extinguishes Palpatine’s spirit once and for all. Rey is finally free

The war is over and as Chancellor of the New Republic and Empress of The First Order. A truce is called.

Together Rey and Ben will usher in a new age of healing, peace and prosperity for the galaxy.

Empress Rey and Smuggler Ben edits by Rise Of The Empress via Instagram

Senator Ben source(for story purposes his Crossguard Lightsaber would be Purple)

#Reylo #Dark!Rey #Ben Solo #Jedi Ben Solo #Empress Rey

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bittercoldbrew · 3 years

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PLEASE tell me about the alien plant girls im so gay for anthropomorphic fem plants

omg thank you SO MUCH for asking and i apologize in advance for the infodump because i have been thinking about these alien plant people for literal years now, i love them so much. I first started thinking about these guys a little after TFA, because of an oc i was working on for a lil star wars fic that i have mostly abandoned by now--so sorry to the like 3 people who were reading my sidon ithano fic but tlj/tros really killed whatever passion i had for the franchise for a good long time :/ but Mando is great so i've been thinking about them'st again...

anyway i am sticking this under a cut because a) im very attached to these characters and if someone steals my shit i will kermit and b) sweet jesus this got so long, i am so sorry

in the SW universe at least, these plant people (that i still for the life of me cannot settle on an actual name for) were the primary inhabitants of a dwarf planet way out in wild space; they had a pretty symbiotic relationship with a race of sentient insectoid people (basically human-sized bees) who could travel between the planet and their home on one of its three moons (affectionately called the Honey Moon). what the plants didn’t know was that the bees were also able to travel to different planets, and had been doing so for a couple centuries before everything went to shit--but we’ll get to that in a bit.

the plant people weren’t particularly interested in the galaxy around them--they had a decent understanding of astronomy and cosmology, but little cultural interest in journeying to the stars. since the planet was pretty small and distant from the galactic core, it was pretty rare that a visiting ship would even pass them by, and scanners didn’t register them as genuine life-forms separate from the natural flora, so even if someone happened to end up out there it’s not the sort of place anyone would really choose to land. on rare occasions, a pirate or smuggler would try to hide out on what they thought to be an unoccupied planet, and would return to the Outer Rim with tales of mobile, sentient trees and bizarre, organic cities found on some uncharted world; likewise, occasionally a plant person would turn up at the local bar with tales of crashed space-ships and strange aliens that seemed almost like people. neither would ever be taken seriously.

the plants aren’t a particularly verbal people. they understand spoken language (a somewhat-modified Basic, at least, which is what the bees speak hmm i wonder where they picked that up from) and many can talk, but most don’t really bother learning to do so. mostly they rely on an ESP-like combo of pheromones and body language, highly attuned to the point that it’s essentially a kind of telepathy. i think i mentioned in the tags on that post that my character Antheia is sorta kinda a jedi? for these people, force sensitivity tends to manifest as an extra-extra-sensory-perception that causes you to be hyperaware of every living thing in your environment, not just the other sentient ones.

this made her uhhh extremely off-putting as a youth, easily distractable and often disinterested in the other people in the small community she grew up in, where she was already pretty disliked to begin with. there’s quite a lot of diversity among the plant people (a wide variety of skin tones/textures and body types, though few if any secondary sex characteristics; four limbs are most common, though occasionally some have two or more sets of arms; different types of leaves/vines/blossoms/etc in lieu of hair), and though they have a barter-based economy there’s still a lot of classism that’s mostly based around lineage (and thus evinced by one’s appearance and the traits one manifests). to protect (or attempt to bolster) those lineages, prospective parents can apply for a spot in a nursery, where their offspring are propagated and tended--mostly just through infancy before going to live with parents, though sometimes longer, and the very high class have private nurseries that will do all the rearing so they don’t have to.

But, on very rare occasions, certain wild plants will spontaneously develop sentience, and even more rarely will survive on their own long enough to find their way to a community. Hundreds of years ago (or “before the bees could speak”, which is their version of “once upon a time”), these spontaneous growths were revered and cherished, and whoever was first to encounter one would see it as a great honor to be responsible for their care and upbringing. now, with a much more striated society, these “weeds” (derogatory) are considered inferior, feral, dangerous. fortunately for Antheia, the man who found her, tangled in marsh reeds under the light of the Honey Moon, didn’t buy into any of that bullshit. he was a really sweet dad, very attentive and doting on his increasingly-strange adopted daughter; they were very close. but the older she got, the more her unusual ability developed, and the more he realized he was well out of his depth to help her understand that part of herself. eventually, she’s sent away to a kind of temple/convent for other people like her, where she’s trained to hone and control her extra senses, rather than be overwhelmed by them.

many years later, the sudden appearance of several large starships in their atmosphere turns their society on its head. it turns out, the bee-people have been traveling to other planets, forging alliances, brokering deals; they claim they just want to facilitate inter-planetary trade. Antheia is among the first to mistrust these invading aliens and their fleet of well-armed droids who seem hell-bent on mining their planet (which is, apparently, rich with cortosis, which--thank you wookiepedia--is apparently capable of repelling lightsabers and blasterfire alike). She flees her convent, joins up with an underground network of resistance fighters, discovers that her hyperawareness makes her a truly formidable force on the battlefield, and helps lead her people in defending the sovereignty of their home. And then things take a turn for the worse...but we don’t need to get into that right now.

ANYWAY.

my other oc, Shoal, is from the same planet but not even remotely star-warsy; either from a different time period well before the droid incursion, or just like an AU of my own stuff, idk. but she’s great, i love her deeply even though i dont really know what i even want to do with her yet. i mostly just was thinking about what a normal, average person in this world would be like, but then i got too attached. she’s also one of the spontaneous “weeds”, a semi-aquatic plant girl that washed up on a sandbar that occasionally connects a small island with the mainland when the tide is out. she was sort of “found” by multiple people at the same time, since they were making their way across to go trade goods at the mainland market, so to avoid the confusion of who should be responsible for her, she’s just sort of raised by the village as a whole. they name her Shoal, since that’s where they found her (it started as a joke, but then no one could agree on anything else to call her so it just sort of...stuck).

she grows up without realizing that it’s a pretty unusual upbringing. as a teen, she gains the reputation for the island’s best fisher (it helps that she can breathe as well underwater as above, and she’s always been a good swimmer). one thing that’s pretty consistent among all the plant people are their teeth--they all have long, sharp incisors and canines because sexy and also as more of a defense mechanism than a dietary one. they don’t eat much, typically absorbing nutrients from the sun/water/air/soil (mud baths are such a beloved experience, like for the most part they are very dignified people but find them some good mud and they will wallow for days) but when they do it’s pretty meat-heavy. they don’t really enjoy the process of eating very much, especially because they don’t have much gut bacteria so they typically have to swallow some stones to break up their food and nobody wants to do all that. but, at least in the coastal towns near where Shoal grew up, fresh-caught fish is considered a delicacy, and they can trade for quite a lot in return.

as she gets older, though, she starts getting restless. she loves her village, but it’s all she’s ever really known. also, it is so hard to even consider dating when literally everyone your age is practically your sibling, i mean, yeesh. so one day she just packs her bags and says her goodbyes and waits for low tide, then sets off to find her own way in the great wide world. she stops wherever she can, sees everything she can, but eventually settles down working at a tavern in a medium-sized town that’s mostly acclaimed for being a crossroads between bigger and better places. she likes it there, likes getting to know lots of new people and hearing about someone else’s travels more than she actually liked traveling herself. after a few years, the tavern-keeper retires and decides to leave the place to her, and she finds she’s become a permanent fixture in this new community. that’s really all i have for her so far, and i have no idea whether i’ll ever actually do anything with this character lol, but still she is very precious to me so i hope i find a story she’d be a good match for sometime soon.

#my ocs #oh my god this is...way too much i am so sorry #the sad thing is this is me trying to restrain myself there was more i wanted to talk about for both #and still i somehow wrote like 1500 words of backstory orz #but yeah i am hoping to have a bit about antheia and mando written up soonish if anyone is interested?? 👀👀#and wow i really wanna write something with shoal i just. dont know what that something is yet #ugh #thedragonagelesbian #thank you so much for indulging me anthropomorphic plant girls are SUCH an underutilized monster girl its so sad #but i am doing my part to rectify that injustice

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