#mygeeto

[joshthemaker913]

STAR WARS BATTLEFRONT IS BACK, BABY!!!! GRAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

#artsofjd #art #digital art #fanart #star wars #star wars fanart #clone wars #clone trooper #501st legion #mygeeto #star wars battlefront #star wars battlefront 2 #star wars battlefront 2 2005

[cienie-isengardu]

Skirata was talking about something to thwart the Chancellor. It was the first explicit proof Darman had that he was running his own operation-not in parallel with the Republic's interests, or outside them, but against them. Darman loved and respected Kal'buir, but he was under no illusions about his methods. He'd been up to something dodgy for a long time; Fi's extraction, the base on Mandalore, Ko Sai, the bank job on Mygeeto with Vau that Delta didn't talk about - something major was happening. Skirata was well off the chart

Republic Commando: Order 66

#star wars #republic commando #clone commando darman #kal skirata #delta squad #this is another example provided by the same book that omega squad and delta squad kept in contact #and i guess atin was the one that talked with deltas (as fi was out of the GAR since True Colors) #as it was vau's men that told him about ko sai and stolen research by skirata (told by sev) and the myheeto bank raid #Mygeeto* #so much for keeping secrets LOL #but on serious tone poor darman

[besalisks]

Whoops. Trying to watch some cool videos about biblical archaeology while I draw and this one's about the canaanites. And he keeps saying Canaan and I'm like 'Kanan o: ?'

#its weird #and in these videos there are also mentions of historical people named e #ezra and ephraim and such and every time i kinda go Oh! its weird #im just watching it in the background so my brain grabs at familiar names like hey! stop it! #[obligatory mention that biblical archaeology as in the actual archaeological evidence of the history around the cultures #mentioned in the bible and such. not the bullshit psuedo archaeology stuff. im not christian or anything i just find this stuff neat]

[isurrendertoclones]

Sev on Mygeeto: But you taught us stealing is bad and Skirata’la. 🥺

Vau: Not this stealing.

Sev: Oh, ok.

#walon vau #commander fox #repcomm #republic commando #clone commando sev #omfg #that poor boy 😂 #sergeant vau

[veny-many]

Rivi-Anu, in Mygeeto.

She always makes me weep.

+) nah they all survived Mygeeto I mean it

#star wars #the clone wars #rivi-anu #galactic marines #my drawing

[kanerallels]

Things I learned/relearned during today's Wookipedia deep dive:

There's such thing as a Lothal peach, and it's canon thanks to my best friend Skoova Stev

Ryloth actually does have native trees! Which I didn't expect, for some reason

The planet where Cal was during Order 66 was karking MYGEETO, aka where Caleb Dume was barely a month or two earlier. They basically canonically know each other, I have spoken

There are plants growing on Gorse which is EVEN MORE surprising than the Ryloth thing. I just pictured nothing but mud, factories, and uh. hedonism, honestly (and Cynda, of course, I'd never say anything bad about our girl Cynda)

I'm down to two different options for what Kanan's plant is (technically they're both trees, but I digress)

#star wars #swr #jfo

[stagbeetleboy]

Still thinking about how Sidious was tortured and reformed in the ice on mygeeto and Vader was remade by the fire of mustafar.

[circle-around-again]

"The dark side ignited and fueled his anger. He was enraged by the icy water and by the entire planet of Mygeeto. He fought his way to the surface, kicking and clawing and bursting through the ice. And after he broke through the ice, while he was still gulping freezing water and struggling to keep his face above the surface, he saw his Master on the shore." (Windham, 86-7).

This is not only one of Maul's coolest moments, but perhaps a key insight into the nature of the darkside and its users.

Maul experiences the dark side as fire. Maul's dark signature is that of "ignition" -- like a machine being awakened, or a furnace of power. However, it has distinctly desperate traits -- it is one of struggle.

However, Sidious' force signature is here as well. It is ice. What feels like an entire world of awful power pressing down on Maul specifically. Something he rebels against, but is smothered in until his death. And I always preferred the interpretation that Sidious' force signature was frigidly cold.

#The Wrath of darth maul #notes & quotes #chapter 8 #maul #sidious #the dark side #my hcs #my analysis #the dark side contains multitudes #specifically because it is so individualist #the light is the entire universe in harmony #the dark is that same image but shattered like a broken mirror. every aspect isolated and alone #so the dark side reigns over everything and nothing #fire and ice #i also love that the darkside doesn't exclusively seek to destroy the light. by nature it is constantly infighting #between users and between the aspects of the dark side that they hold

[trudemaethien]

Unfound

30m fic, Rated T, CNTW, Depa Billaba/Fenn Rau, from the pov of Depa’s padawan Caleb Dume (later known as Kanan Jarrus), ft. Force-Sensitive CIS-aligned Alpha-Ø2 Spar | Mand’alor the Resurrector, Third Battle of Mygeeto aftermath

What might it have been like, having an older padawan-brother? Would Spar have been knighted in time for Caleb to be Master Billaba’s second Padawan? He dredges up the sense-memory of the Commander of the Mandalorian Protectors on the field: fierce and impressive, sharp but at his core decidedly not wicked. Why do we have to fight each other?

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55409902

#fanfiction #my fic link #star wars tcw #star wars legends #depa billaba #caleb dume #fenn rau #alpha-Ø2 Spar #written in 30m + small edits

[ellieandallthingsfuzzy]

Circles

 Summary: Part II to Midnight Delusions where Luke's concern for your mental health gets worse, and you meet and old friend of the family's.

Warnings: Intense descriptions of anxiety and psychosis, elements of horror,

 "Last night was the worst one yet and I'm afraid that it will only get worse." 

Chewie's guttural yawn could be heard from a distance over the hologram. Leia glanced to the side once before meeting Luke's eye again.

"When was the last episode?" 

"About a fortnight ago," he sighed. "I'm at a loss for what to do anymore other than how I take care of her now." 

Leia's heart sunk at the sight of her brave twin looking more defeated than ever. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were puffed and glazed over. 

"You haven't slept much, have you?"

Another sigh, and then "I'm afraid of her waking up without me." 

Her heart went from her stomach to her feet at that. 

"She seems to be alright in the day when I'm with my students, but then when the sun goes down I think that's when it gets worse." 

"Is there anyone with her in that time?" 

"R2 is always nearby." 

There was a long moment of silence between them as they pondered. Leia was especially saddened to hear of your worsening condition. The two of you were almost as close to each other as you were to Luke. Anytime she visited, he had to practically compete for your attention because you were always glued to her side, and her, yours. Sometimes you two even slept in the same bed, which makes him just the tiny bit jealous, but ultimately he was happy that the two most important women in his life loved each other just as much as he loved them.

"I'm on a mission as an ambassador to Mygeeto at the moment, but I will come see you two at the earliest opportunity. I regret that it's already been this long since my last visit…"

Luke smiled softly. "Worry not, dear sister. I always feel you in the force." 

"And I, you." She said, voice starting to trail off. "I must leave for now, but I will stay in touch." She said regrettably. He nodded before they said their goodbyes and Luke was left alone in the room again. 

Another great breath of air deflated his chest as he studied the forest outside the window. All the vibrant green bamboo trees and the leaves that always seemed to be reaching out to touch you. A truly gorgeous place. 

You'd gone out for a walk maybe an hour earlier after waking up to Luke still rubbing your hair back from your forehead. Your eyes had fluttered sleepily as you registered his puffy eyed stare and his sad smile while he asked you how you were feeling today. 

You gave a big stretch and a tired whine before telling him you felt fine so far. 

"How about I make us something to eat, yeah?" His voice was still at half volume. 

You'd gently shook your head.

"I'm not really hungry yet." 

You'd quietly slipped on your boots and one of your oversized black cloaks: a hand-me-down from Luke. And then you were off, trudging aimlessly and thoughtlessly through the trees and the grass. You were weary as always about possible hallucinations but they usually stayed away for a good chunk of the day. Things only got bad when the sky starts to dim.

But right now, you were relieved and contented to have full control of your own mind and soon, you found a comfortable spot by a pond where you sat with your legs bent on either side of you. Curious frogs and other strange bugs pirouette around your presence. You giggled to yourself while you let some of them crawl up and down your arm and weave between your fingers. You even let a spider explore the surface of your face before gently guiding it back down into your palm again. 

You always had a special relationship with the wildlife here. The animals and the trees and even the dirt beneath your feet. Perhaps that was why Luke picked this place out for the two of you. It was special and it was easy to strengthen one's connection with not only the force, but the universe itself. It was a soothing remedy to your delicate mind. Like being kissed and tucked back into bed after a horrible nightmare. 

"You have a strong connection to the force here." 

You froze, refusing to look at who spoke or to even blink. Was this a real person or was this another product of your damaged psyche?

"But you're not a force user, are you?" 

The sound of footsteps approaching set every one of your nerves on edge and you started to shake. The spider you were holding scurried away after sensing your fear along with most of the bugs and frogs that have also come to visit. 

The footsteps stopped about a meter away and finally, you turned to the side just slightly to see a tall figure looking down at you, but not with malice. At least, you hoped that was what you were sensing. 

They had their arms politely behind their back, something shiny and silver was clipped to their belt. 

"I have a different kind of power." You said meekly. 

"One that most don't understand." 

You only gave a small nod as the stranger got closer, but still far enough away so as not to startle you. You still hadn't looked at her head on.

"But it's a power that can also leave you vulnerable." She continued.

Slowly, you turned to finally see who this stranger was and even though you'd never seen her before in your life….your breath still caught in your throat. 

She was tall and confident and exuded power. Her mannerisms alone suggested great wisdom and maturity. Someone who has seen a lot, someone who has done a lot. Someone from way before your time. From before Luke's, even. 

You recognized her as a togruta woman with the signature white facial markings. You were briefly mesmerized by the striped head tails draped over her shoulders. 

You frowned slightly after a long moment of unsure silence. You didn't look her in the face when you talked. You rarely looked anyone in the face when you did. 

"Why are you talking to me?" 

A strangely worded question but she knew what you really meant. Why was she here? Why was she interested in your power? Why did she care about your mental turmoil? 

"I was called by the force to come here. My help will be needed very soon."

"I don't need your help." You tried to sound as polite as possible. 

"Maybe that is true. But you'll need the help of people very close to you." 

'He already helps me every single day. Even if he doesn't have to…'

"I'm not talking about Luke."

You whipped your head around, eyes wide with alarm. 

She only gave a reassuring smile.

"We met once a few years ago when he trained his first student. I'm…a friend of the family."

Your alarm slowly dissipated until you were gazing off to the side again. You still didn't understand her interest in you or your condition.

"Something dark is plaguing you."

"Well…I've always been a little sick."

"It's different than that." Her tone darkened. "I sense an outside entity. And it will only continue to get stronger if you don't reach out." 

You shook your head. "No, this isn't something anyone can ever save me from. My own mind is poisonous. And you're right, it will get worse. Slowly, but surely. And no one, not even I can stop it. The way to cure me is to kill me."

Your silence after that was horribly telling. Something in the stranger was saddened and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were almost surprised that you didn't startle. 

"There is always another way." 

Your eyes started to water when you answered. Your words were wobblier than before. 

"Not for my family." 

Neither of you spoke for several minutes. She looked at you with a mix of sympathy and concern while you fought to even out your breaths. To swallow back the tears and quickly wipe away any that escape. 

"I…I have a rule…If I ever…" 

Your eyes leaked despite you struggling to keep it together. Just the thought alone of this worst case scenario was overwhelming. It felt blasphemous. You were sickened to even say it out loud. 

"If I ever…g-go after him. If-If I ever hurt him…" 

You squeezed your eyes shut as her hold you tightened just a bit. 

Though you couldn't finish the thought, she knew exactly what you were saying. You'd kill yourself if you ever hurt Luke. 

"We don't have to let that happen. Whatever that darkness was that hurt you yesterday, it can be killed." 

You frowned at her seemingly endless knowledge of you and your life, but you also had to remember that she was a vetted force user and could probably see into your past just as well as you could. And if she was older than Luke, which she was for sure, you could imagine just how powerful she was.

"You need to call your sister." 

Once again you whipped your head, eyes even crazier than before. 

"How do you know about my sister!?"

"Luke has mentioned some things. But mostly I can sense it. You need help from your own kind, your own blood."

"I thought you said your help was needed?"

"The force works in ways we don't always understand at first. But I'm meant to be here at this time." 

You shook your head again, mostly to shake away the confusion. Your head was already starting to ache and you suddenly wanted to far far away from this stranger. 

You gave her one last fearful look before rising, making her hand fall limp to her side. You brushed past her, only stopping when she spoke again. 

"You'll understand soon. Better than I ever could. You'll be ready soon."

You didn't say anything, just wrapped your cloak tighter around you and slinking off into the woods. 

At home, Luke was winding down after a long day of teaching, training, and coaching. He was changing into his night robes when R2 started beeping away at him. 

"You know she likes to go for walks often. Don't worry, I can always tell where she's at or if she's safe."

More electronic beeping and squealing and Luke exhaled harshly.

"She's okay R2. Trust me, I'll be the first to jump into action if something happens."

The mouthy droid only got more frantic and frustrated at Luke's dismissal until finally, after a good five minutes of arguing, he slipped on his boots and went out after you. Mostly just to humor R2, who followed eagerly.

♤♤♤♤♤

You trudged farther and farther into the woods, that stranger's words still replaying in your head. You couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen. 

What if she was right? What if you were being attacked? What if you did need your sister's help? What if this unseen force ends up killing you before you kill yourself? What if it ends up killing Luke?

At some point, your hands ran down your face as you cried out in agony, trying to scream away all of these terrifying thoughts. And on and on you walked, occasionally stumbling a bit off to the side.

You passed a bamboo cluster when you heard someone calling out your name. Your husband.

That was when you realized just how long you'd been gone because the sky was dark again and suddenly you knew you had to get home before things got bad. 

But things weren't going to go bad, you told yourself. If you expect it, it will happen. So you repeated to yourself over and over while you headed towards Luke's voice. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…" Over and over until the words no longer sounded like real words. 

Luke called for you once more and you called back, telling him you were coming. But he didn't seem to hear you. 

You must be too far away for your voice to carry. You did have a pretty soft voice especially compared to Luke, who's screeching could rival that of a wookie's. Thankfully, he's calmed down since his younger days. 

You groaned and continued on, still reassuring yourself as you went. 

♤♤♤♤♤

Luke's hands floated back down to his sides after calling you for the umpteenth time. R2 beeped and he only glanced at him once before speaking.

"That is weird. She usually always answers, even if it's just a small wavelength…" A subtle wave of energy that can carry any type of emotion. 

The magic you practiced, or at least used to, was vastly different to what he tapped into. But it also made it easier to sense your presence. It calmed him, made him at ease. But now, he couldn't sense you at all. It was like you'd just disappeared off the face of the planet. 

His heart sunk lower and lower at this until he ordered his trusty droid to keep watch where he was while he ran off through the thick trees, calling your name louder and louder until he was screaming your name like you'd just died in front of him.

♤♤♤♤♤

You passed the same cluster of bamboo sproutlings for the third time when Luke's voice started to distort into something else. A demonic bastardization of his real voice and you were struggling to find your way out of this endless loop. Because soon, you were certain that you were being chased by whatever was calling you and you sprinted until you could hear the quick footsteps of someone right on your heels. 

No matter which way you ran, you always passed by the same cluster and no matter how hard you screamed, no one would hear you. You were trapped in a loop and you clawed at your own face, yanking on your hair, pounding on your own head. Trying to get it to stop, trying to escape this hell. 

It was only when you saw him in the distance, clad in all black and covered with a great cape that a new adrenaline passed through you. You ran faster to catch up, calling and reaching out for him until he was within arms reach. You grabbed first for the fabric of his cloak to turn him around so he could face you but he wouldn't move. He was a statue. Cold and unfeeling. 

You tugged again and called his name with a warbling voice. 

Still nothing. 

"Luke?" You paused to see if he'd do anything. When he didn't, you grabbed his arm hoping to get him to look at you but the second you did, a cold, clammy hand overtook yours.

You gasped instantly as the color of its skin resembled a decaying corpse than the golden color of Luke's complexion. When he turned to look at you, your blood froze in your veins when you were greeted with the gaunt face of a monster you hadn't thought of in years. One with razor sharp shark teeth and soulless royal purple eyes.

Her snarl was demonic. Every once of color drained from your face so you were just as pale as her. 

Your knees already started to give out. 

"M-Ma-Mama…?"

Your petrified whisper echoed through the woods around him as the droid tried his best to keep up. 

He screamed your name much louder this time and was only met with another one of your scared whimpers. 

He stopped when he caught just a whiff of your presence; you were close. He scanned every which way with a determined scowl, still unsure where to run. He could feel you but just barely. Something else was shielding you from him. Hiding you. Something evil, he was sure of it.

And then your scream filled the air more than the air itself. It made him run harder and harder until his legs were shouting at him to rest but he couldn't. Not until he knew you were safe. 

When he did finally find you, you were curled up in a fetal position with your legs to your chest. You were crying like a child, he wasn't even sure you knew where you were. But he couldn't feel that foreign presence anymore. There was no one to protect you from it seemed. 

He rushed over to your side and put a gentle hand over your head, but you recoiled from his touch. He jerked back, not knowing what to do. R2 came slipping out from the dark mass of trees, panicked with worry and trying to wake you with his incessant beeping and whistling. But Luke was quickly to softly talk him down before whispering and cooing to you, slowly bring you back down to reality until it was safe to touch you without you getting scared. 

You peeked through your arms covering your face at his smiling form, coaxing you to open your eyes. 

The world was still a haze and you could hardly move but you were there. You were aware. 

"Oh, Maker…" he whispered, too low for you to hear. 

Tonight was worse than before. But now he was starting to question the validity of your sickness. Was your mind really tainted? Or was there something else at play here? He felt that outside energy, something he'd never sensed before. He didn't know if it was human, or of any species he knew of in this galaxy. He knew it couldn't have been a Jedi, but it also felt far too sinister, even for a sith. Because this force, this entity, whatever it was, it didn't draw its power from rage. It felt too cold for that. Too unfeeling. 

After several minutes of slowly bringing you to a lucid state, he slipped his arms beneath you to carry you in his arms like a bride. Though you still weren't fully sure what was going on, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, resting your head against his chest. 

"I think she was right…" you mumbled on the way back home. 

Luke frowned. 

"Who was right?"

You didn't answer for a long time. But you just as he thought you weren't going to at all. 

"Ahsoka."

-----

If anyone is still reading, thank you, first of all. And second, please give me your feedback on if this story should be continued or not. I wrote this several months ago when I was still struggling with addiction to alcohol and this story was a way for me to comfort myself, but, as you can see, describes some harrowing mental spirals that I'm not entirely sure I can recreate, especially now that I'm sober.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm also a little afraid to continue this story. But I'm nevertheless, still proud of what I have written so far, so maybe it can be a good standalone and maybe someone else will use this idea to branch off into something better. Anyways, may the force be with you all.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker/reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars angst

[sugarpsalms]

🌤

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

Hmmm ok ok, this is pretty far ahead in my vaderwan WIP, but it's part of the first scene I daydreamed up while plotting it. So! Have a tiny, tiny teaser from the future of The Night Over Mygeeto Lay

"A kinder master would've relieved you of this burden," Obi-Wan pressed, as though he still couldn't stand to let a dead thing lie.

A hot, familiar rage licked at Vader's gut. Through a seize of pain, he rolled his head aside and rasped, "It was a kinder master who shouldered me with it in the first place."

#sugar scribbles #thanks pal! #vaderwan

[jedifallen]

they go from mygeeto to agolo and it's everything cal dreamed it would be. the planet is green and full of life, so beautiful and filled with so many creatures he can hardly learn all their names fast enough. in his free time when he's not allowed to be exploring, he reads up on the planet and its creatures on his datapad, staying up late in his hab just excited to be learning more about such a beautiful place.

he daydreams about the princess, bexley, who he'd gotten a glimpse of during group training with the other younglings. she was so beautiful it made him nervous, his palms feeling sweatier on his lightsaber and his anxiety worsening every time she walked near. she was about his age, which made her even more intruiging to him, wondering what it was like outside of the order and especially as a princess. in his head when he’s daydreaming about her, she shows him all of the most beautiful places and creatures of agolo.

he hears the other younglings talking about her and almost feels a stinging jealousy, as if they couldn’t possibly know her or like her like cal does. which is ridiculous because she’s barely spoken more than one word to him before.

“what’s your task today?” thedes, another youngling, asks him.

cal's grip on his lightsaber is slippery again because he knows the princess is going to observe their training today. “master tapal wants me to climb agolo’s tallest tree while using the force to go faster,” cal answers, already feeling nervous because of all the eyes that are going to be on him.

“that’s lame,” thedes says, making a face. “i get to use the palace to do my task. that means i get to see the princess more, too.”

“you’re wrong,” cal says, frowning. he’s not sure why it hurts him so much, to hear thedes talk about agolo like that. “the forest is the most important part of agolo– i mean the royal family is important, but culturally the forest is everything to agolans.”

“maybe, but the princess is prettier,” thedes says, laughing. cal can’t help but feel like he’s being laughed at. none of the other younglings seemed interested in the places they went-- not to the extent cal was.

“she’s not interested in you, thedes,” cal snaps, grumpily. he hates the idea of princess bexley giving attention to anyone else, even though he barely has the courage to speak to her himself.

the other boy falls quiet and he quickly notices why, glancing over to see bexley enter the courtyard, walking towards the group of younglings. some are already getting instruction from their masters and cal can see master tapal talking to another jedi over near one of the ships. cal almost doesn't notice thedes's master taking him away, he's so fixated on bexley.

the princess looks as beautiful at always, smiling at one of the royal servants who’s speaking to her. cal’s heart races, swallowing nervously as he feels the familiar chill of his anxiety. he doesn’t have long before his task, but what will he say if she decides to speak to him? he’s going to make a fool of himself and he knows it. / @devcted

#› ft bexley ◞ #› prose ◞

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

I’d like to request Depenn with (yearning)

“you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.”

So I had some trouble with this because it doesn't quite feel like their brand...and then I realized what would make it that. so.

Canon Compliant, Rebels Era. Ghost POV.

(currently taking Depa/Fenn prompts)

There are a lot of things Depa Billaba regrets.

She’d like to think she shouldn’t—she lived with very few attachments to the physical world and the main one she left, her padawan, she left in trying to save him.

That’s what she thought must still have been the thing holding onto her heart when she died. And yes, she’s able to follow Caleb somewhat, the relief at his survival pervading her being. He grows up to be quite the rogue, which she supposes fits with this new, darker galaxy, but he’s alive. He survives.

And then he meets Fenn Rau.

She stands, unseen, in the same tent as her padawan and the man who once saved their lives, who spent the rest of the war flirting with her on comms, lightening her poor moods by happenstance,

Not once when she and Fenn Rau talked did she think about not being a Jedi.

But she does now, when he and Caleb—Kanan—are talking about the Third Battle of Mygeeto.

There is pain in Fenn’s eyes when he remembers that battle and she wonders what, in particular, brings it to him.

How might things have changed, if she’d contacted him the first moment she felt something might be going wrong? That feeling in her stomach had strengthened with Order 66, but she’d felt something coming far before that, when Master Mace had commed her about Palpatine’s placement of young Skywalker onto the Council—maybe she should have talked with someone, anyone.

Especially a man who seems to look right at her when he explains to Kanan that during the war he was younger, more reckless.

She’s dead. So why does it hurt.

Things progress and, instead of staying by Kanan’s side as she has until now, she stays with Fenn.

“Please,” she murmurs, speaking for the first time in a long time. He can’t hear her, she knows, but she’s still staring at his armoured back when she says it. “Kanan doesn’t need me, and you don’t need me. So why do I need you? Why do I need you to see me? That entire conversation with Kanan, you were looking at me. But you can’t see me. Did you wish you could? Would that have changed things?” She sighs, arms clutching at each other in a very living manner. “Just see me. Please.”

It’s an impossible thing to ask.

There are a lot of things she regrets, all wrapped up with this man she only ever spoke to. Who rescued her, first physically and then mentally again and again and again.

Sentimentality, she suspects, isn’t something Mandalorians look kindly on.

But she hopes that he feels it, looking at Kanan—looking past Kanan, where she should be, where she is even if he can’t see her—that he feels some sentiment, some nostalgia. Because then maybe he’ll act on it.

Maybe she’ll have done something, for Kanan. And for him.

Force, why does she not want him to have forgotten her?

#depenn #my fanfiction #depa billaba #jedi master depa billaba #fenn rau #angst

[veny-many]

*after Order 66, in Mygeeto*

Bacara: Really, General? After all that happened to your family and still you betrayed the Republic? I never should have trusted you if you were just like those karking Sith.

*Long after somewhere in the Force*

Bacara:

Bacara: I hate my life.

Mundi: Well this is awkward.

Bacara: I hate Force magic shit.

Mundi: Well atleast we could fix some misunderstanding in the Force.

Bacara: And I still hate you for being optimistic idiot for nonstop.

Mundi: I'm Jedi what did you expected

#star wars #the clone wars #commander bacara #what have i done #my crack #just organizing my head canons #with shenanigans

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): General Bracket Match 28

Radiah Doon/Wesson Dove | Identity: wlw couple | Media: Resistance Reborn 

Radiah Doon and Wesson Dove were a longhaul cargo team for Mygeeto that joined the Resistance after the Battle of Crait. Radiah was a champion stormsailer and Wesson was a former member of Phantom Squadron, Wedge’s unauthorized squadron of people who for one reason or another couldn’t be regular New Republic pilots. This means presumably Wesson was part of the Liberation of Kashyyyk and the Battle of Jakku. They were made a part of Dross Squadron, Shriv’s squadron and participated in a mission to Bracca to secure ships for the Resistance. Before they joined the Resistance, Radiah had stolen money from the First Order, which resulted in her being identified by stormtroopers. As the mission descended into chaos and violence, Wesson was shot. Radiah felt guilty about that, but the mission was ultimately successful and Wesson survived.

They are part of the very long list of interesting characters established in Resistance Reborn, presumably for other stories to fully develop them. With the failure of TROS, that won’t happen for a very long time. Presumably at least Wesson was with Phantom Squadron or Zay’s Inferno Squadron at the battle of Exegol.

Lula Talisola | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Lula Talisola was a padawan student of the Star Hopper, who was part of a group of Padawans receiving training from Yoda during his sabbatical from the High Council. During the Great Disaster, they helped save the citizens of the planet Trymant from a simultaneous Emergence and Nihil attack. They were helped by Zeen Mrala, who was a member of a cult that didn’t accept Force users. After revealing her powers, she joined the padawans on the Star Hopper as essentially a Jedi auxiliary, receiving training from the padawans and their masters even though she couldn’t become a Jedi. The Jedi of the Star Hopper attempted to capture Kix Kamerat, Zeen’s friend who was quickly rising through the ranks of the Nihil. During that time, Zeen and Lula grew romantically close and only managed to capture Kix due to finding a balance between their love and nonattachment/duty and the Force connection that facilitated. During the Destruction of Starlight Beacon, Lula went missing.

Lula began her journey with the best grades in all areas of being a Jedi, but feeling very uncertain about being able to actually succeed in a real mission. She felt like she couldn’t share her fears with her fellow padawans and masters. Despite that, she slowly gained confidence as she gained field experience. She wasn’t hardened by the horrors of the conflict with the Nihil, and kept Zeen from Force-choking Krix, even though that allowed him to escape. And the end of the comic series, she is offered a knighthood, but rejects it until she can figure out her feelings for Zeen and fully dedicate herself to the Order. She’s Kantam’s Padwan, who was Yoda’s Padawan, making her part of the disaster lineage. 

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[stagbeetleboy]

Just read plagueis novel. Don’t like how direct it is.

Don’t like how palps reads out his 3K word essay on how shitty plagueis is when he kills him. There’s like barely a transitionary period from when palps goes from “plagueis is kinda reclusive and lazy but he’s quite a swell mentor ” to “GRAAAAHHHH, i HATE you!!!!”

like it’s pretty good for a Star Wars novel but The Senate™️’s animosity for the old man on life support gets ballooned massively at the end of the book to explain the whole murder thing

Not gonna argue with that bc I kinda agree. I know it’s supposed to be a big moment of unleashing secret resentment in classic overdramatic Sidious fashion, buut it does kinda fail in the sense that not only does his hatred for Plagueis get sidelined, but so does the reason he hates him in the first place.

Sith training is literally designed to build deadly tension between master and apprentice, but we don’t really get to see much of that mistreatment outside of a brief time on Mygeeto. The book just moves on as soon as possible to jump back into political intrigue.

So to me the transition is subtext, but not very well done. The abuse from Plagueis is purposely excluded, AND we only see Sidious pretending to like Plagueis, so the only reason we have to believe Sidious’ last declaration to Plagueis is to trust he means it. WHICH WHY WOULD WE HES LITERALLY AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR??

Basically it didn’t show or tell, and suffered from making Palpatine’s deception too perfect and basically unchallenged until the reveal. The reader wasn’t in on the scheme (which is lame), you just gotta assume that Palps is up to something.

I think I’ve mentioned this before but Plagueis needing to die bc of what rots established was a disservice to the character the novel created. I’ve got plenty of criticisms of the novel (had to sit it down multiple times in frustration) but Plagueis carried.

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