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The Aftermath - Freefall, Chapter 6 || The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader

Summary: You thought things couldn't get worse after the Order, but as your friends slowly didappear one by one, you find yourself teaming up with a radical, until your boys find you. But are you safe at home?

Warnings: 18+, swearing, injuries, descriptions of violence, canon fighting, fear, loss, death, blood, canon violence and weapons, nicknamed reader (Ghost), Order 66

A/N: We are back guuuuuys!!! As usual, this section of the series is still 'in the past', following on directly from the previous chapter! We'll back to the present very soon, with all the storylines linking back up!

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You wished you hadn’t come here.

But you wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Not when Padmé needed you, all of you. Yet perhaps the one she needed most was the only one to break her out of this sickness.

But he would never be reached now, not after what happened. Not after Mustafar.

You couldn’t even key into the Force for answers, or peace, because all you could feel was death and destruction and chaos.

It grated on your nerves, ran claws down your spine and hissed in your ears, making you hypersensitive to every single noise, every smell, every stitch of clothing touching your skin.

The more you thought about it, the more aware you became, until your breathing became uneven and sharp and you couldn’t escape the awareness of it slipping into your consciousness.

Oh, what you wouldn’t give for those long fuzzy creatures on Myrkr, the adorable unique tree-dwellers called Ysalimir. They were able to create a sort of bubble around them, in which the connection to the Force was cut off to the point not even a Jedi could access it.

Sometimes it did feel like a limb being cut off when you couldn’t get to the Force, but in times like this, where everything was too close, too loud, too there… Maker, you’d dive headfirst into a group of them right now.

A ragged breath escaped your lips and you resisted the urge to plunge one of your lightsabers through the head of the nurse who breathed just a little too loudly in your direction. Your hands curled into fists, nails biting sharply into your palms but even that didn’t stop the feeling of bugs crawling over your skin, bands wrapping around your chest -

Warm, slightly calloused fingers gently wriggled their way into your hand, carefully pushing under your nails until they held onto your hand, slowly enough you could push them away if you didn’t want it.

But you did.

A little sob escaped your chest as you stayed watching Padmé through the glass, and you curled your fingers back tightly around Obi-Wan’s hand, clinging to him, an anchor. You felt a caress of the force, his own presence soothing all the rough edges of your own and helping you settle a little, even though his own signature was in complete and utter agony over what he’d had to do to his brother.

So you gripped his hand tighter, pressing your arm into his, relaying that comfort even as tears ran down your cheeks, “She has to get better, Obi… She has to.” Yet even as you said it, you knew that even if she did, she would never recover from the pain of losing Anakin. She’d never stop hoping and looking for the good in him, and it would torture her until… Until the end.

You knew this with a startling clarity because you were exactly the same. If it were any of the boys, you would die before you gave up. Even now, you believed that there had to be some hope for Anakin, that he was still in there.

Maybe if Padmé recovered, maye they would both survive…

“I know, I know… But I fear that the medical droid was right. She’s simply given up. She…” Obi-Wan shuddered softly, guilt flaring high in his signature, stinging the air around you. “Perhaps if I had listened, if I hadn't acted as a member of the Council, as a master, but as a brother, none of this would be happening as it had.” Obi-Wan’s hair fell over his forehead, his entire posture slumping more and more with each word, his composure in as many tatters as the Force itself. “Such destruction and devastation.” He breathed those last words, bowing his head, as if he could retreat into himself - or as if he were waiting for the blow of retribution.

Seeing his pain, feeling how broken he was made it hit home that all of this was real. That it wasn’t some terrible dream.

With every minute that passed, you were losing more and more of your loved ones.

You drew in a shuddering breath, turning away from the sight before you to instead look at Obi-Wan, “Enough.” You chided him gently, but firmly, “This is not your fault, Master Kenobi. None of this is. This… This destruction was at the hand of the Emperor, not you. Do not allow him to win further by shouldering guilt.” You squeezed his hand again, knowing the words wouldn't soothe him - they wouldn’t soothe yourself if the situation was reversed - but he needed to hear them.

Obi-Wan sighed, lifting his head slowly, as if it carried the weight of the galaxy. His eyes, so flat and lost, tracked over your face, reading the same agony and guilt, the same desolate emptiness of knowing you two could very well be the last Jedi left in the galaxy, “I forget how young you are sometimes when you say such wise things like that.” The faintest of smiles touched his lips fleetingly, “You’ve always had a determination I admired, a stubbornness that could rival An - his.” His face twisted in pain momentarily, but he recovered himself a moment later, but you saw the momentous effort it took.

“You never allowed what others thought to shape you… I know how hard it’s been to not let their words sink in, but you’ve always proved yourself to be even more than they thought, that you were your own person and not what they believed you to be.” He hummed faintly, thoughtfully, “Another balance between two sides.”

Something tingled at the back of your mind, an awareness that Wrecker always said was your own version of ‘Hunter-senses’. Whatever it was that Obi-Wan was getting at… It meant something.

You were certain you’d heard something like this, the talk of someone who was both light and dark and could bring balance, back when you were younger and were sneaking around the Temple rather than being told off for not being able to focus.

Before you could ask however, the monitors and holograms surrounded Padmé began to wail and beep frantically, flashing up with symbols you didn’t understand - but the sinking feeling in your belly did.

Obi-Wan’s head snapped up and he stepped forward, “What’s happening?!” He made to move further, but you were all being ushered out by the medical droids, hastened from the room as voices clamoured over one another and the beeping became louder and more persistent.

The door swiped shut behind you, Obi and Bail, the hallway jarring in its stillness compared to the frantic bustle behind it.

And all you could do was wait.

You felt it, maybe hours or even just minutes later.

Everything fell still, silent. Bail was called in, and then Obi-Wan, into the room that suddenly felt like a tomb, the spectre of Death hanging over the doorway.

It was clinging to you, dragging skeletal claws over your bones, the lingering touch of all those Clones, the aching spaces of all the lost Jedi, your best friend shrouded in darkness - and now Padmé.

You barely registered the hallway floor beneath you, the walls blurring past, faceless people scolding you for running, a voice that could have been Obi-Wan or Bail calling for you - none of it mattered.

You only stumbled to a stop inside an empty room when an echo of agony ripped through your chest, so raw and potent it felt like your own heart was being carved out.

The Force was screaming in response, the Light in shreds already, but that thread of the Dark that always wound through your soul… That’s where you felt it strongest.

Rage, guilt, loneliness, agony - He’d felt it too.

He knew she was gone.

And there would be no chance of redemption for him now. The one thing that could have helped, the person that was almost guaranteed to get through to him somehow was gone.

It was all gone.

Your friends were most likely dead.

Ahsoka… Had Rex and the 501st turned on her? Had she been forced to mow down the legion which was more family than mere soldier?

Your boys… Had they survived?

You couldn’t bear the thought of what would happen if they hadn’t.

So despite the crippling grief wracking your body, you knew you had to keep going. Keep doing… Something. Because if you didn’t… Well.

It was likely you never would.

“Hey, you got that crate of supplies for me?” A man who’s name you still hadn’t remembered motioned to the box in your arms, reaching out for it when you were close enough.

You nodded, letting him take it from you, “It’s one of the last ones, we’ll need to do another run soon, we’re low on med supplies and we still have a few children who are sick.”

In all fairness, the kids would be fine. You’d been healing them with the Force when noone else was around and they were asleep, even if tapping into it did still hurt… And that voice whispered to you whenever you did.

The man nodded, already crouched down to rifle through the contents, “Let Saw know, he was talking about organising another one soon.”

That would be Saw Gerrera.

Your current, if only temporary.. Partner? Company? Whatever it was.

Since Padmé, and the Order, you’d drifted, unable to stay still for too long lest the thoughts and memories came crashing back down and reminding you of what you’d lost.

You’d spent days in a stupor, travelling under darkness with the hood of your cloak pulled down low over your head, barely noting faces and places and you sought passage to whatever planet you could.

The Empire was crawling around everywhere, but you donned the abilities of your nicknames, able to slink through shadows and slip past scrutinising eyes.

You stayed low like Hunter had asked, feeling the weight of your silent comms grow heavier and heavier with each day that passed and it remained silent.

Day by day, the loneliness and hopelessness slithering closer until you couldn’t stand it any longer and formulated a plan.

To help.

Whatever, wherever, you were going to help people rebuild after what had happened and try and do something good.

Something to keep the balance Obi-Wan had mentioned.

Because with each of those silent days, the shadows slipping under your skin seemed to grow stronger, the dance of lightning shimmering across your knuckles in the dead of night when the nightmares both old and new found you.

One foot on either side. A balance.

You might still have a foot in shadow and a foot in light, but it felt as though the galaxy had shifted on its axis and your weight had begun to lean to one side over the other.

So when dreams of your boys being turned into mindless monsters, of Rex killing Ahsoka, punctuated by Anakn’s screams, chased you from sleep, you moved.

Way back when the worst thing was the Separatists, you’d gone with Anakina and the others to Onderon, helping Saw Gerrera and his band of activist free the planet from the clutches of the Separatists.

You knew he was still there, that instinct telling you that was the place you needed to be to help.

So you followed.

And it was on the way here that your comm had beeped to life, pinging through an encoded message in the frequency and code worked out between yourself and the boys should you ever need to communicate privately.

“Ghost, we’re okay. Whatever happened, whatever that was, it didn’t affect us. We don’t know what it is but we’re safe. Are you? Tech registered a ship leaving the planet after that transmission but we didn’t know if you were on it. Let us know where you are and we’ll come for you.”

The earth-shattering relief that they were okay had brought to your knees, the fact that something had stayed good, that you hadn’t lost everyone. They were okay. They were alive. And they weren’t slaves to whatever Sidious had done to them.

They were alive and they wanted to come for you.

And yet… Something held you back from responding.

Something… vicious. That growing voice.

You were a walking target, no longer a Jedi Commander, best friends to General’s Skywalker and Kenobi, to Commander Tano and Captain Rex.

In this new, upside down world… You were the enemy.

The chatter you had heard hid this ‘Order 66’, instead labelling the massacre as a Jedi rebellion, claiming the people sworn to be the peacekeepers of the galaxy had handed in their honour for cold-blooded murder and the clones had been forced to fight back and do their job of protecting the galaxy from threats.

And that was that.

Temples were torn down, burned, raided. Those that remained sealed themself up, turning into relics of the past when they should be beacons for the future.

Jedi who had slipped through the cracks in the carnage lined wanted boards and lit up the pucks of bounty hunters, both old and young.

Even the children, those who had just discovered the gift that should be a blessing, now had a noose around their neck and a target on their back.

How could you bring the boys into that crossfire?

If they weren’t murdered alongside you, they;d be tried and executed as traitors for helping you and working alongside you.

As much as every cell in your body craved to be with them, to be back by their side, protecting them as fiercely as they would protect you.. You just couldn’t sentence them to death.

Or bring about the realisation that they weren’t under the same control as their brothers.

Not to mention the gradually reducing control you seemed to be experiencing over this ‘balance’.

There was too much risk.

So you ignored the transmission.

And the next one.

And the one after that.

//”We haven’t heard from you yet, so we’re assuming it’s not safe for you to respond. That’s the only reason I’m believing. We’ll find you and we’ll get you safe.”//

//”Please, Ghost. Please just give us something. Anything. Just a sign to let us know you’re still out there.”//

//”Something is wrong here. The regs are even more off than usual, there’s been a shift-up in command and training has increased. Crosshair is even more on edge than usual, and we seem to have acquired a friend.; A young girl, Omega. You’d like her, she’s stubborn like you and keeps us on our toes.”//

//”We miss you, Ghost. We can’t lose you. I can’t lose you.”//

//”Please.”//

Everyday had brought a new transmission, the latest being this morning.

You sighed as you keyed it off, kicking a rock like it was the cause of all your problems and booting it across the dusty ground would ease the longing in your heart.

“You’re going to have to answer whatever you’re avoiding at some point, you know. You can’t run forever, trust me.” The husky voice of Saw Gerrera appeared from your left as you rounded a stack of crates, not really paying attention to where you were going.

You shoved the comms back into your cloak pocket, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow and what you hoped was a neutral expression, “I’m well aware of that, Gerrera. I don’t need to be reminded.” The words came out with more bite than you’d originally intended but… Whatever Better to be on the offensive lately.

Saw’s eyebrows raised a little and he held his hands up in surrender, “Easy, I wasn’t starting a fight, just offering advice.” He cocked his head, observing you with a stare that was far too knowing and intense, making your skin prickle.

You scowled at him, resisting the urge to cross your arms, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You were grateful that he was allowing you to stay here and help, but there was something about him that was too intense, too… extremist. His reasons were there but his actions… They rubbed you up the wrong way.

But where else did you have to go?

He ran a thumb along his jaw, eyebrows lowered in thought, “I know what you’re doing. Why you’re acting like this.” He didn’t give you a chance to argue, merely continuing in a level, even voice, “But you can’t keep biting at people just to push them away. You need your friends, the ones loyal to you. Especially now. They can help you, Ghost. They can keep you safe. We’re thankful for you here, but -”

“In case you haven’t been around lately, all of my friends are dead.” You spat the words at him, defensive anger immediately crackling to life, tingling in your veins and you tried to will it back into slumber.

Saw rolled his eyes, planting his hands on his hips, “Clearly not all of them, or are you receiving coded transmissions from beyond the Force now?” He didn’t even bother to keep his voice down, reckless fool.

You growled, stepping closer and you pointed warningly at him, “You can’t be saying things like that, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your cold gaze flicked between his own eyes, “Have you been spying on me, Gerrera?” Anyone who knew you would immediately recognise the danger in the softness of your voice, something you and Crosshair had both been famed for.

The softer the voice, the faster you better turn tail and run.

The man before you didn’t back down, merely straightened his posture, muscles coiling in case you finally decided to snap. “It’s my job to keep these people safe, Ghost. No matter who they are, or who they were.” Clearly referring to you being a Commander, “Like I said. We’re thankful for your help, but if these friends of yours are going to come looking for you, I can’t risk my people.”

A scoff escaped your throat despite your emotion, “Hang on, a moment ago you were giving me a pep talk about being with people who’ll keep me safe, and now you’re worried I’m going to hurt your people? Which is it, Saw? You want me gone for my own good, or gone because you don’t trust me?”

So much for controlling your anger.

Saw huffed, his chest rising and falling with the movement, “Look, I don’t want a fight. I just need to know I’m not going to have any trouble here. We’ve built too much and we’ve prepared too much to risk losing it now. The fight is nowhere near over, it’s even more important than it was when we fought the Separatists. This galaxy deserves peace, don’t you think? Can’t you of all people see that?” He stepped closer, his voice softening to the tone you knew he used on people to coax them to his side, “Isn't that what you were trained for? To allow people to live in peace and safety?”

Too far.

You squared up to him, head tilted back to stare him down, “Let’s get one thing straight. I may have helped you all those years ago, and I might be thankful to you for helping me in return now; But do not think that gives you any right to comment on my past. Or my future. Or anything about me, actually.” You didn’t even blink, didn’t even care that his people were looking over, some of them pushing the younger ones behind them, “And for that matter, stop trying to encourage me to join you. I appreciate what you’re doing, and I’ll help here in camp but I’m not joining you. I’m not joining anyone.”

Saw was about to open his mouth, but awareness danced down your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

Seconds later, you heard footsteps. Six pairs of footsteps. One set unfamiliar, but the other five…

“Not even us?”

Hunter watched as your head snapped round to face him, fast enough he would have feared for your spine had he not known you.

He watched the emotion play across your face, shock, guilt, surprise, adoration. Your eyes narrowed, tracking carefully over each of his and his brother’s faces, and he could tell from the slightly unfocused look that you had tuned into the Force… Perhaps to see if that Order had affected them too… But then, complete and utter relief. It was so potent on your face, he nearly ran to you right then, had he not suddenly had at least ten blasters trained on him. Which in itself was nothing, they’d faced far worse odds, but he wasn’t here for a fight.

“Clones?” Saw spat the word, yanking his own blaster free and he levelled it square at your face, “Your friends are clones? The Empire?!” His face was one of defensive fury, before the mask slipped over and he was impassive and watchful.

Hunter’s fingers twitched on instinct, but you merely rolled your eyes, lifting a hand and knocking his blaster from your face “They don’t work for the Empire, Gerrera. And neither do I, despite what your prejudices are telling you.”

The man you’d passed the crate to before scoffed, moving closer to the Batch, safety clicking off, “So what are they doing here then? You told us you were untraceable.” He narrowed suspecting eyes at you before looking back at the boys, particularly Crosshair, as if recognising him as the most lethal.

And with that expression on his face, he certainly looked it.

Tech pushed between Hunter and Wrecker, one finger nudging his glasses up, “Actually, Ghost was correct. She was virtually untraceable. However, that would be by anyone else’s skill set. I, on the other hand, have been genetically engineered to have skills far beyond that which the average person has therefore in this case, Ghost was -”

“Tech! I think they get it, brother.” Hunter raised a hand, patting Tech affectionately on the shoulder before looking at Saw, his eyes straying to you now and then, unable to stop looking, checking you were okay.

You were alive.

You were alive and whole before him… At least in the physical sense. He could tell with one look, and by the way you kept avoiding his direct gaze that the events that had happened over the last week or so had left a wicked bruise, one that would take a while to heal.

“We aren’t here to cause any trouble, Gerrera. We… We were sent here, yes. But under false orders. What we were told and what we’ve seen… You’re not a threat. At least not the one the Empire made you out to be.” He looked across at the children hidden behind adults, “You’re not causing trouble, you’re just trying to live.”

Like they were.

Crosshair scoffed from behind him, his gun clicking as he reflexively loosened and tightened his grip on it. The distaste and displeasure was rolling off of him in waves, jaw set and honey eyes almost black in the low pitch of the camp.

Hunter knew he was in for a sniping match later, especially after Crosshair’s insistence before coming down here.

“Make the order, Hunter. I have a clear shot.”

“Crosshair, there are children there. And they’re just… living.”

“We have orders. We were told to eliminate them, and that is what we are here to do. Tell me to take the shot, now.”

“Just wait, Crosshair.”

“Hunter.”

That had been when the hair on Hunter’s neck stood up, his senses perking their head, as if sensing a storm… And then there you were. Helping Saw’s men, your armour hidden beneath that billowing cloak.

You were alive.

Saw barely moved, his eyes tracking across everyone, noting the fact your hands were ont he hilts of your twin blades, even if your posture seemed relaxed, “Okay, okay. Here’s what’s going to happen.” He nodded slightly to his men, who lowered their blasters after a seconds hesitation, “You said you were sent here to stop us, but you changed your mind?”

Hunter nodded, brows still low and body still tense as he waited to see where this went, “Yes. Like I said, you’re just trying to live.” He didn’t remove his fingers from his own blade, not quite yet.

Not whilst you were still staring down the muzzle of Saw’s blaster.

Saw nodded again, eyes flicking to you then back to Hunter and the other boys, “You seem smart, Sergeant. You know the corruption of the Empire, and the lies they tell you.” His tone shifted, blaster lowering and shoulders pushing back, “we could use a squad like yours in the fight ahead. The fight for what is right. For freedom.” He lifted his chin again and his men backed off, beginning to load up the last few supplies, “We’re heading out. Do whatever you feel is right, but I hope you make the correct decision for yourself and the future of the galaxy.” With those final words, he levelled a glance at you, making you bristle and your eyes harden but you just rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

No one said a word as Saw’s men began to move, but Crosshair stepped forward, his hold still tight on his rifle, “Are we just going to let them walk away? Hunter, you heard Tarkin. They’re insurgents. They’re a danger. They need to be eliminated.” His eyes were fixed on the retreating group, so focused that it had you stepping forward into his line of sight.

“Leave it, Cross. I agree that they’re.. Radical and I don’t agree with their methods but Hunter is right. They’re just trying to live and make their way in all this mess. The Empire has bigger problems, surely.” Your jaw tensed at that remark, the fact its well known that the Empire were hunting down any escaped Jedi or Jedi sympathisers.

Crosshair’s eyes flashed when you moved in front of him, when you agreed with Hunter. Something predatory crossing his face, like he still hadn’t forgotten that argument outside 79’s before all this, “Well, if Hunter says so, it must be true.” He spat out his toothpick and began to stalk back to the ship, agitation rolling of him in waves so strong you didn’t even need the Force to feel it.

You sighed as you watched him, unfolding your arms, “He’s really not happy with me, is he. Still.”

Tech looked over at you, lifting his visor up to the top of his helmet, “Crosshair has always had a starker sense of right and wrong, he doesn’t see the in between. That part of our training always stuck with him the most, I believe.”

Wrecker shrugged, cracking his neck, “He just needs to shoot something, that always cheers him up.” He laughed and then trailed after Crosshair, helmet perched on his head.

Tech shook his head at his brothers, looking over his shoulder again at you, something more tender touching his eyes, “It’s good to see you okay, Ghost. We’re glad to have you back.” His hand reached out to touch your shoulder for a second before he followed Wrecker.

A smile graced your lips as you watched him go, his words cementing the fact that you were back at home with your boys…

But then it faded, that voice whispering that you were still a target. What if you brought the Empire down on the boys heads?

They were heading right back to them after failing to complete a mission… That was already enough to put them in the crossfire surely.

Hunter’s broad form filled your vision, his finger touching your chin to bring your gaze up to his own, “I know that look. And I know what you’re thinking.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes focused on yours, unrelenting, “I know you didn’t answer our comms because you were afraid you’d bring danger to us.”

You should have remembered that he’d always see straight through you, “I am going to bring danger to you, Hunter. I can’t linger at the sidelines waiting for you like I used to. They know me at Kamino. They know I was a Commander. If they even catch wind that you’re seen with someone who fits my description…” You dragged your eyes to the side, to a spot over his shoulder.

It broke Hunter’s heart, seeing you so unsure, doubting yourself like you used to when the words fo the Council would dig their claws too deep in you. What you’d been through since the Order was called… It had shaken something loose in you. “Ghost, you’re one of us. You will always be one of us. No matter whether you have a bounty on your head or not, you are part of this squad and we will all protect you.” He ducked his head to the side to catch your gaze again, “I will protect you.”

He was right, of course.

You always fit into the squad of ‘defective’ clones more than you had anyone at the Temple, save for Anakin and Ahsoka of course. There was a reason Rex always joked that you were the missing member of Clone Force 99.

Despite the turmoil in your chest, you couldn’t stop the smile that lifted your lips as you looked between Hunter’s eyes, “i think you’ll recall it’s usually me protecting you, no?”

Hunter laughed softly, eyes crinkling at the edges and he shook his head, “Only because you love to come in with a blaze of glory that rivals Anakin’s.”

You couldn’t help the reflexive flinch at his name, the pain searing through you with an echo of that cry again, but you forced that smile to stay on your lips, still not wanting to face it, “You love my blazes of glory, don’t even try to deny it, Sergeant.”

Hunter didn’t miss the agony in your expression, not for one second but he allowed you the grace of waiting until you were ready, instead touching a hand to his chest, “:I would never deny you, Commander.” He swept a hand toward the way the rest of the boys went, “After you, my most dramatic partner.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, pushing his chest gently as you moved past him, “Come on, you big idiot.”

Yeah.. It was good to be back together.

~~~~~

Everything felt wrong.

His senses were on high alert, the way they were on a mission, when he was tracking an enemy through the sight of his rifle.

Crosshair rolled his shoulders and his neck, trying to focus on the grassy terrain beneath his feet, but the words in his head pulsed with every beat of his heart,

Complete the mission. Complete the mission. Complete the mission.

Laughter behind him had his hands twitching, a sound that once brought him a sense of freedom and lightness.. It felt all twisted now. Like black smoke filtering across a clear sky.

That voice in his head hissed at the sound, the sweet cadence of it.

His head flicked to the side, watching as you walked along with Hunter and Echo, joking about something or other.

When he saw you standing there, with Saw, his head was a mess.

An insatiable itch in his hands as he held his rifle, battling against relief that you were okay.

And yet, the second you had agreed with Hunter, that battle tipped to one side.

He couldn’t imagine what you had witnessed since they last saw you, but whatever it was left that shadowy beast sitting right behind your eyes. He could see it. Sense it, just like that night at 79’s.

But, just like that night, you choked it down and looked to Hunter for appraisal.

Complete the mission.

Crosshairs eye twitched as you laughed again, bumping into Hunter’s side and he zeroed in on the way his arm settled around yout shoulders so casually.

“We don’t know what else might be around here, or if Saw’s men intend on letting us leave. Don’t you think you should save the reunion party till we’re back on the ship?”

Your eyes flicked as you looked at him, the laughter dying on your face and it hit something deep in his chest, “You could pretend to be a little happier to see me, Crosshair.” Your words were light, but he could see the blade’s edge in the hardness of your eyes, the challenge levelled at him.

He rolled his shoulders again, trying to ease off that tension, “Of course I am. I just don’t think now is the time to be drawing a bigger target on ourselves. We’re already going to be reprimanded for not completing the mission. Now we have another of the Empire’s targets to paint on our backs.” He lifted his hand to motion to you, even though these words.. They were coming out wrong. All wrong. This isn’t what he wanted to say.

He wanted to tell you how relieved he was you were still alive, that the thought you could have been caught in the crossfire of the Order had nearly brought him to his knees… So why weren’t those words coming out?”

Complete the mission.

Echo frowned, looking at Crosshair sharply, “That’s enough, Crosshair. When do we ever complete a mission the way we’re asked to? This is nothing different to what we always do.” He looked back at you, then back to Crosshair as the Marauder came into view, “Ghost is not a target. What’s gotten into you?”

Crosshair wanted to scream, because even he didn’t know. He winced as that sharp pain came back into his head, “Good soldiers follow orders. We shouldn’t be drawing attention to ourselves.” He huffed, turning away, rubbing a hand over his head like he could push the thoughts out, “We need to complete the mission.” He shook his head sharply, then hurried into the ship, long legs working to draw him farther away.

Before he rounded the corner, he heard your voice again, “Maybe we should stop snapping at him and check he’s okay?”

No.

Something in him told him not to be in a room alone with you.

Just… No.

Complete the mission.

Good soldiers follow orders.

The Marauder was silent, save for the soft beeps and hums from the console, the proximity alarms on standby, and the soft breathing of your companions… and Wrecker’s snoring.

But you were used to all of it, a white noise that you found you couldn’t sleep without. The Marauder was a safe home, a solid point in a constantly whirring galaxy that tried to spin everything out of control at any given moment.

And given everything that had happened recently, you needed this stability more than anything.

You needed them more than anything.

As long as you had the Marauder and your family, you were okay. You were home. The rest of the galaxy might be in ruin, but this was your sanctuary.

And maybe you’d only have days before Tarkin realised the boys hadn’t returned to Kamino, but you would deal with that after, and whatever was going on with Crosshair.

You’d fix it.

You could deal with all that when it happened.

For now, you just wanted the peace and safety of the ship, and the boys.

But tonight, the peaceful atmosphere was different.

It was living.

Breathing.

It was alive, and it was prowling. Something was on the hunt.

No, someone was on the hunt.

Maybe that’s what turned your dreaming slumber, switching it from recent memories of all you had endured to awareness, even if your body was still at rest.

Your connection to the force, those senses that rivalled Hunter’s, were whispering at you, hissing a warning even though the Force itself was hurting.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Your body remained still, breathing even, eyes closed but you didn’t need them open to see.

Someone was here, standing in the rest area at the back of the Marauder.

You could hear the breathing, the near silent inhale and exhale of a steady, solid rhythm. A hunter's rhythm.

Three counts. That’s what you gave yourself, your hand stretching out beneath your pillow, ready to call your sabers to you, because you hadn’t slept with them under your pillow tonight- you didn’t need to, not here.

One.

Adrenaline seeped through your blood, cool like ice, sparkling like lightning.

Two.

The thing was, you knew who it was.

You knew who was here, who had come to end your life.

Who hadn’t escaped the Order you all thought you were free from.

Three.

One more breath, then your eyes snapped open, sabers flying into your hands and igniting with that familiar hum.

The stark white glow lit up his face, bouncing over the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the tattoo, his eyes.

Those eyes were cold, detached, nothing recognisable of your friend in that gaze.

The gaze that was levelled through the sight of his blaster, trained on your centre of your forehead.

You sat up slowly, keeping your saber defensively between you, ready but unwilling to hurt him, because this wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. “Crosshair…”

His finger twitched, taking the safety off the weapon, determined. Cold.

Ready.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

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Prompt 1, 4 , and 50

Character Obi wan Kenobi

Friends to lovers

Mutual pining

Finding Her

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The tension had been there for years, only getting stronger after the fall.

Warnings: Obi-Wan POV, past violence and death, references to Order 66, reunion, fluff, lost limbs, blood, some horny thoughts (I really can’t help myself)

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1: “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 4: “Can I kiss you?” 50: “I can’t believe you’re mine.” 2: Friends to lovers 7: Mutual pining

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“This party is downright boring.” She complained, body leaning against one of the many decorative pillars in the huge hall. Obi-wan chuckled as he took his place beside her, their shoulders barely brushing. Her eyes were locked on the Senator she was meant to be guarding tonight but she visibly cringed when he winked at her.

“You should be thankful. Anakin was going to be here instead of me.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “Seriously? And you decided to come to this? At least if flyboy was here, it would be more entertaining.” He bumped her shoulder with his own, jostling her slightly. “But I know you like me more.” She stayed quiet.

“You do like me more right?” He asked, slightly insecure. She just laughed and walked away, blue robes flowing around her as she moved into the crowd, sending him a wink over his shoulder that knocked the breath from his lungs.

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Obi-Wan watched as the stars sped past him. It had been so long since he had last been in hyperspace and it was bringing back painful memories.

He wondered if she was still alive. If, by some miracle, she survived the decimation, where would she be now? But in his heart he knew she would’ve never been able to kill any of the clones. They were her brothers, she would rather die than hurt any of them.

She would’ve loved Luke. Probably constantly seeing Anakin in his eyes and words. She would’ve smacked him over the head, telling him that he should’ve dropped everything to save Leia the moment her parents called.

But then she would’ve reassured him, telling him Anakin’s fate was not his fault. Giving a long and impassioned speech, the ones she was known for that would have eased his guilt just a bit. Then comforted him for his perceived failure, both in protecting his brother and saving Leia.

The smell of the bacta that engulfed him sent his mind spiraling once more.

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“I’ve always wanted kids.” Her voice was soft and incredibly sad. He looked over at her, the stars reflecting in her glassy eyes. The adrenaline from the mission was starting to wear off, his shaking hands slowly steadying on the controls of the stolen ship.

The entire thing had gone sideways. They had barely escaped with their lives after being ambushed by rogue bounty hunters with enough explosives to destroy a planet.

Her robes were now brown with dried blood, the left sleeve empty and hanging at her side. A large cut ran from her collarbone, all the way up the left side of her face. It was jagged and ugly. She smelt of bacta, the chemical stretch that clung to everything. There wasn’t enough in the ship's small storage compartments to completely fix her up, just enough to stop the bleeding for a while.

The explosions shook the ground they ran on. He hadn’t seen the one by their ship until it was too late. The fireball was nothing short of magnificent as it engulfed the ship, setting alight the fuel stores. He froze.

Scrap rained down on them, like some sort of apocalyptic storm. A powerful push shoved him to the side just before the huge door of the gunner ship pierced the hard earth. He heard her scream above the ringing in his ears.

She was pinned under the door by her left arm, the ripped metal had cut her face deeply. “Go!” “I’m not leaving you!” He shouted over the thunderous roars. “I’m trapped Ben! There’s no time!”

He didn’t hesitate to activate his lightsaber and swing down.

“Really? I can’t picture you as a mother.” He joked, trying to ease the tension in the small cockpit. He breathed in relief when she gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah well you’re a crap shot and they still gave you a blaster.”

Obi-Wan shot her a glare but there was no malice behind it. She sent him a small smile, her eyes still filled with tears. “I had this dream when I was younger that I could grow up to be a Jedi and once I felt I made a difference, I would leave. Travel the galaxy, find a home. A real home. And help lost children.” There was a pregnant pause before she continued.

“I know the temple has done a lot for me and has saved a lot of kids. But I don’t know if this is the life that I really want.” “Why are you saying this now?” Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she avoided his eyes. “I don’t know if the order is worth it anymore. At what point did we stop helping people and just become pawns in some fucked up game?”

The cockpit was silent for a moment, the small compartment filled with explosive tension. He opened his mouth to reply but she beat him to it. “Just, just forget I said anything ok. We can blame it on the adrenaline and the obscene amount of painkillers I’m on right now. Get us home Ben.”

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The nightmares haunted him. His ears rang with Anakin’s angered screams. He could still feel the heat of the lightsaber descending on him. He could smell the blood, whether someone else’s or his own, he didn’t know. He knew he was running again.

Running from his past. Running from who he was. He had to stop and stand tall once more. He had to become that Jedi master. The one who would run head first into battle to protect the people he held in his heart. The one who could take on a whole platoon of droids to rescue his idiot padawan.

But he was older now, weaker both in mind and body. He’d lost so much with the downfall of the Jedi, never allowing himself to mourn. He couldn’t help but think of the last time he saw her, only a week before the massacres.

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Her chambers were quiet, they had been for the past two weeks. The sheets were pristine, the pantry empty. Obi-Wan sighed, he knew where he’d find her, maybe he was just holding out hope that she had come to her senses.

She was alone in the training room. Her right hand shook as she struggled to hold her blade. Her saber was unique among the order. It was heavy weight, meant to be a two-handed weapon that could deliver hits with incredible power. Sweat poured down her back. She stepped forward and took another swing at the hologram, losing her grip right before she made contact.

The heavy metal clanged against the floor, immediately turning off. She simply grunted and bent over to pick it up once more, her muscles straining with exertion. “It would be wise to rest.” The bandages wrapped around her left shoulder taunted him, reminding him that this was all his fault.

“I will rest when you stop feeling guilty.” She replied but clipped the lightsaber to her belt anyway, turning to her friend as she did so. Guilt curled in his gut at the sight of her scarred face. “Stop it.” She ordered, taking a seat on the bench behind her. “I wasn’t doing anything.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right, and I’m a purple bantha.” “Really? I figured you were more of a yellow wampa.” A genuine smile crossed her features. It was one he rarely ever saw, reserved for moments of great joy. The corner of her eyes crinkled as the edge of her plump lips curled upward and her shoulders relaxed. It took years off of her, reminding Obi-Wan of how she used to be when they were themselves padawans.

Plopping down on her right side, he studied the large window on the other end of the room that looked over the vast city. “There was a reason that they haven’t given you a new arm you know.” “Yeah and what’s that?” “You need a break. You’ve been going non stop even before the accident. The council is worried that you’ll get too tired and trip up.”

“No one knows why you’re doing this. Why do you push yourself so hard even when you don’t need to.” She sighed and leaned her head on his broad shoulder, his own arm wrapping around her thick hips to hold her close. “I feel like something bad is coming. Something that could destroy us all. I just want to be prepared.”

Her voice was grim, far darker than he was used to. “Well no matter what it may be, we will survive. We always have.” She placed her hand on his muscular thigh. “I hope you’re right Ben, I really do.”

The silence settled over them, an unknown threat building in front of the pair.

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The ship had landed on Jabiim and he was anxious to keep moving, to find Leia. He had been away from Luke for too long, a knot forming in his gut, worried that something might have happened in his absence.

Maybe it was a bit ironic that he had been tasked with caring for children when she was the one that was truly destined for it. His body still ached. He probably needed at least a month in a bacta bath but he doubted he would ever get that lucky.

Their plan was slowly coming together. It was pretty much a suicide mission but it was worth the risk. He couldn’t let Leia die. “There’s one more person that could help us.” He raised a greying eyebrow at Kawlan over the map table. “Is it truly wise to bring in another person?” The man huffed, clearly miffed at the Jedi.

“She’s a damn good warrior. She can help.” He reinforced firmly, not backing down. Tala spoke up, eager to break the tension. “We could use all the help we can get.” She nodded, indicating for the fighter to leave and fetch the woman he was referring to. Obi-Wan turned from the table to whisper to Tala. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“Probably not but if he trusts her then maybe that’s enough for now. We just keep our guard up.” He sighed, truly too tired to fight it. But she was right, they needed more muscle, especially if Vader was behind this. Leaning on the table, he lowered his head, trying to concentrate on that part of him he had been ignoring for years. He had to connect to the Force once more.

A tugging in his chest made his body tense. The feeling was nostalgic. Fragments of memories zipping through his mind as the knot inside him got tighter. It was an ever present ache when he was young, the tell-tale sign that she was close by. But that couldn’t be, she had to be dead.

His head shot up when the ache became a downright burn, his heart beating wildly in his ears. Kawlan was at the mouth of the red cavern, a smaller hooded figure beside him. The stoic man was smiling at them, and a laugh rang through the cave that froze him in place.

He knew that laugh. It was a staple of his childhood, a constant companion during the hardest days. The dark hood fell away from their face and he couldn’t breathe. Suddenly the past nine years fell away and he stood up straight.

She was older, that much was obvious, but no less beautiful. In fact, she aged gracefully, blossoming from a stunning young woman to a goddess walking among mortals.

He knew that body. So much of his youth was dedicated to imagining what her soft dips and curves would feel like under his hands. He knew how that body fought, how that body protected.

He knew those eyes. How many hours, how many days had he spent staring into them, mesmerising the depth of emotion within the multitude of colours that hypnotised him. The wrinkles around them were deeper now, more pronounced but unlike his own, hers were obviously from joy and not worry.

They sparkled as they fell upon him. “Hi Ben.” He couldn’t help but smile as he gazed at her.

He moved quickly, far more quickly than he thought possible, not hesitating to bring her into his arms, finally feeling complete once more. “You’re alive.” He breathed what felt like for the first time in centuries. He felt two pairs of hands travel up his back to hold him close, her face settling into the crook of his neck, like she always used to do when they were reunited after a long mission away.

“You got old.” She joked but the tears shimmering in her eyes betrayed her true thoughts. She thought he was dead too. “You two know each other?” The others seemed confused about this sudden burst of emotion. “Yes, we’ve known each other since we were younglings.” She spoke over his shoulder, unable to release him from her grasp.

Tala gazed at the pair for a moment. “Then, let’s go over this plan again. They must have some Jedi secrets they need to share with each other.” Thank the stars for Tala, Obi-Wan thought. Just a second, just a small moment with her, that’s all he needed.

She pulled him into a little side room carved from the rugged stone. “Oh Ben, it’s been so long.” Her warm hand cupped his bearded cheek. He felt the love pour out of her, the soft wave of yearning that both soothed him and made him feel like an adolescent boy once more. And just like that, the walls he had so carefully built since he was taken to the temple as a child, crumbled to dust in her arms.

“God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” It slipped out so easily that he did not have a moment to regret it. “I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you, without your beauty, your kindness, your love.” She looked bashful, an emotion he has never seen colour her cheeks before. “Obi-Wan,” Doubt curled in his gut but was quickly stamped out as her soft body pressed even tighter to him, “I’ve loved you since you accidentally tripped and face planted into my bone broth.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. “That moment, really?” She shrugged. He suddenly felt ten years younger. If he thought hard enough, maybe he could pretend they were somewhere safe once more. Somewhere where they could ignore the plights of the galaxy and just be happy. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.” Her face moved closer to his own, his hands falling to her wide hips.

“Neither would I.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” Her voice was soft, softer than he had ever heard it before and it set his body alight. “You never have to ask.”

Her lips were even better than he could have ever imagined. The kiss was gentle, barely even a brush of lips but it was enough for his heart to explode within him. How long had he waited for this moment? How long had he dreamed about it? He pulled away reluctantly. “This can’t be real. Not after all this time.”

Her eyes roll in that all too familiar way, fingers sliding up into his grey hair to grip the strands tightly. “Wanna try that again?” She yanked his head down so their mouths could clash once more. It’s more intense now, raw emotion pushing them closer and closer, the kiss quickly heating into something more.

She moaned into his mouth and he felt his knees buckle. His hands moved from her hips to her back, palms splayed out, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Breaking away, both of them gasping for air and visibly disheveled, they still remained in each other’s arms. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” He muttered. Her forehead came to rest against his own. “I always was Ben. I always was.”

They took comfort in the silence. Neither of them needed to speak again, just happy to finally be themselves, with each other. Suddenly his eyebrows crinkled and reached behind his head to pull her arms away. He studied her left limb which was still covered with a long sleeve and a glove.

“You have an arm.” She threw her head back and let out a deep belly laugh, trembling in his grasp. “Of course I do! What did you expect me to be lopsided for the past nine years?” Giggles still bubbled from her chest. “Oh shut up.” He growled and their lips collided once more.

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This is kind of an unpopular oppinion but I honestly don´t see much evidence of Vader being obssesed with Obi-Wan, will he try to kill him on sight, yes, as he would most Jedi if not all, not because he hates them but because it´s his literal job as the Empire´s enforecer, is he mad at him? yes, because he cut off his limbs and left him to die on Mustafar, he may understand very well why he did it but it doesn´t mean he can´t be mad at him and it hurts even more given he considered him a father figure but other than that he pretty much left the man alone, he knew he was alive in one place of the galaxy(same with Yoda) and didn´t pursue him, made traps for him or used their old force link to track him down and given the Empire´s connections and dealings with Jabba, I am quite sure Vader has been more than once on Tatooine post ROTS. The guy´s first words for his old master in a New Hope are "You should not have come back" that speaks a lot about Vader´s perception of his former master.

I guess there´s space for an interpretation which confuses Vader´s coping mechanisms with other kind of villanous characters where they become "obssesed" with their opponents and think a lot about them. I have found in Vader´s case it´s quite the opposite, he forced himself to forget all about it because thinking about it hurt a lot more, it hurt so much Palpatine used those memories to torture him psycologically to keep him chained to the darkside.

Vader´s whole thing is that he has made himself emotionally uncaring to deal with his life and his past, which extends to pretty much all aspects of his life, except for his missions and his self appointed role of bringing "Order to the galaxy" , he just stopped caring and is under such physical pain every moment of every single day he uses most of his mental energy to feed that pain towards the darkside to keep himself linked to it. The force, the Emperor and the darkside is everything he has got left and until he learned about Luke´s existence, he didn´t thought it was possible to change this objective reality. He´s a Sith now and the darkside would forever dominate his destiny, it´s what it is, until Luke helped him rethink all of that.

#star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker #obiwan kenobi #sheev palpatine #luke skywalker #I actually enjoy those encounters between Vader and Obi-Wan or Obi-Wan´s references when Vader fights Luke #But the main reason why Vader talked so much about obi-wan with Luke was because that for all he knew #Obi-Wan teached Luke #He didn´t know Obi-Wan didn´t teach Luke until he was older #and he learned until ROTJ from Luke himself that it was Yoda the one who trained him into the Jedi ways #He´s even grateful to him in his last thoughts in the ROTJ novel #he believes he may be able to tell Yoda and Obi-Wan thanks for training Luke so well after he dies and joins the force #Prequel trilogy #Old trilogy

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merrysithmas · 2 years

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Do you really think Ahsoka doesn't believe Obi-Wan tried to save Anakin ? And what do you think her feelings were when she felt their deaths ?

you know, i've thought about it and in the last few episodes of The Clone Wars Ahsoka and Obi-wan were really on the outs with each other more than they EVER were in the entire run of the show.

They even have a legitimate argument in public in front of Anakin. They are having an angry daughter/strict dad type fight with Ahsoka having unvented resentment towards Obi-wan regarding her feelings of betrayal post-trial.

I think Ahsoka, at that point, having been essentially kicked out of the Order definitely harbors some anger towards Obi-wan (a Council member who had a say in her treatment during the trial).

Of course Obi-wan's actions during that time period were in what he saw as her best interest - he wanted to keep the integrity of the Order afloat for her future and also maybe wanted to teach her a, yes terrifying and very ill-conceived, lesson in the same (definitely misguided) vein of his Rako Hardeen arc. But the fact is he and Plo Koon were two of the only Council members who dissented & voted NOT to remove her from the Order - but Ahsoka doesn't know that for sure.

Obi-wan adores Ahsoka. He is her protector alongside Anakin - she in canon considers them her parents. This whole ordeal hurt her greatly.

But Ahsoka doesn't know Obi-wan's private thoughts as a Council member and he doesn't openly share them either. He doesn't make grand gestures of devotion.

Ahsoka only knows Anakin ran after her, begging her to stay, letting her escape, getting her Padme as her legal representative, swearing to her that he would do anything to clear her name, that he would not stop until it was done, and he did it.

He did clear her name and save her.

Ahsoka would never, ever forget that.

She remembers that moment and regrets she was not there to do the same for Anakin, who she grew to respect as a friend and compatriot. To stand up for him when no one else would or be the last voice in dissent when everyone else thought he was lost.

Her last words in the Clone Wars with Obi-wan, very interestingly, were in a quick stilted sort of half-apology type convo scuttling around the whole ordeal from Obi who was fumbling a little. From what I remember. And then Ahsoka cuts to the chase and warns him about Anakin, that something is going to happen to Anakin (as per Maul), to protect Anakin and to tell him something for her.

She knew Obi-wan was going to confront Anakin and something big was going to happen.

So I do think Ahsoka might hold some lingering resentment (and doubt) towards Obi-wan -- seeing what happened to Anakin's body in Rebels, and also not exactly knowing what happened on Mustafar. She is out of the loop to a degree. Naturally, Obi-wan (in true Obi fashion) might have wanted to keep it all from her to protect her image of Anakin. But he also was definitely more than a little ashamed that he - what he sees as - failed Anakin and Ahsoka.

And no, I don't think Ahsoka would have seen chopping Anakin's limbs off and leaving him to burn while he was still alive as the optimal way to handle that situation lol... I think she would've tried to neutralize him and then bring him in, captured, etc.

That pivotal moment on Mustafar I can see her trying different means to subdue and capture this new person Vader who inhabited Anakin. The change was fresh, the possibilities still there. (And she was less experienced than Obi-wan but also free of the strictures of being a Jedi... open to her emotions and willingness to fight for her attachment, Obi-wan on the other hand at Mustafar was overwhelmed and astonished by this as-yet unadmitted emotional turmoil he had regarding Anakin & his own capacity for attachment). In Rebels she was fully ready to die fighting Vader to avenge Anakin, all to show Anakin she would never leave him alone again.

She didn't know Obi-wan left the lavafields heartbroken after confessing his love. She didn't know she probably risked being turned herself on Mustafar if she was there. There are a lot of unknowns and half-knowns and tragedies involved there.

And of course, she is still following Obi-wan's guidance in Rebels via his holocron message, so she still loves and trusts Obi-wan, but I can definitely see there being some resentment towards Obi-wan on Ahsoka's part for a time. She probably even resents him in a way (even though she's an experienced war commander) for not making an effort to find her after the Republic fell. Obi-wan was her only remaining 'parent' (in her eyes) and he left her alone.

But Obi may have looked for her and secretly kept tabs on her - and we don't know it yet!

Maybe we will get a resolution to this in the Ahsoka show! I'm sure we will get a lot of juicy Ahsoka-Obi insights during the show and I am looking forward to it.

As for how Ahsoka felt when she senses their deaths? I think she felt very much at peace finally after all those years. She knew Obi-wan entered the Force in peace (and I like to think he visited her as a Ghost and spoke to her!). And I think when she felt Anakin join the Force she felt utter relief and happiness.

She knew Anakin was free as he never was in life. I think, being older and wiser now, and the ultimate in-verse Ani Stan, she knew how much Anakin suffered and what he carried and wanted him free at any cost.

And best of all, she knew they were together again in the Force!

I think that would give her the most comfort of all, and allowed her to go on and live in peace. I like to think that they'd ask her, as ghosts, after reconciliation, to watch over the family - Leia, Luke, and any of their descedants and attachments, alongside supporting her in her own ventures (and pestering her incessantly as ghosts).

Which we all know she hates to love & loves to hate.

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1/? Is anyone else OBSESSED with the idea of Eldritch Horror Anakin?? Like even to other force users he’s considered uncanny because he’s so immensely powerful in the force? It’s as if while others have a connection to the force, he is part of the force itself. (Listen i don’t even know if that makes sense. No one come at me with “that’s not how the force works!”. I am not clearly not well versed in SW/force lore. I am here for the vibes ONLY!!!) Also combining this with a/b/o (because what’s

2/? better than one trope?? Two tropes!). So consider this: 18 year old padawan anakin who’s on the brink of presenting gets separated from Obi wan on a mission & cornered by the bad guys (who are they? Idk! Remember: vibes only 😎), and the stress/fear triggers his first heat. Anakin’s hands are shaking so much he can’t even wield his lightsaber without of cutting off one of his own limbs. These guys think they’ve gotten hold of some weak omega Jedi (cos in every universe there’s

3/? discrimination apparently!) only for the temperature to drop, clouds start gathering & darkening as if there’s an impending storm& it’s almost as if anakin becomes possessed by something. He stops shaking &is suddenly so still & at this point the bad guys are like: we have made a mistake. There’s something not right here. Please tell me youre a lord of the rings fan cos you know when Galadriel goes dark mode when Frodo offers her the ring? (Begging you to google the scene on YouTube if you

4/? don’t), well that’s the sight Obi wan is greeted with once he skids around the corner. All anakin’s attackers are suspended in the air in a chokehold; an unnatural wind whipping around anakin, glowing with this unnatural light while all other colour has seeped from his body & his voice distorted as he asks: “you think me weak?” (Anakin deserves some lines as dramatic as the ones vader is always coming out with). It takes Obiwan shouting anakin’s name to break him out of the trance he’s in,&

5/5 the bad guys drop to the ground unconscious as does anakin. & it’s at this moment Obi wan truly realizes just how powerful anakin is& how out of his league he is… also what’s not to love about Obi wan being the only one to truly be able to get through to a creature as powerful as anakin? Anakin with everyone else: 😡 Versus Anakin with Obi wan: 🥰

You've come to the right place for vibes only, and I love these vibes!!! Eldritch Anakin is exactly my cup of tea, let this magic force baby be uncanny and unsettling sometimes, he's earned it!

And these two tropes: yes very good. Because these random criminals would think they've caught Anakin when he's at his most vulnerable, but they are mistaken! I have indeed seen Lord of the Rings many (many) times and YES spooky Galadriel Anakin. With the voice and the wind and the glowing (love a glowing boy).

And yes to Obi-Wan being the only one to get through to him 🥺 I love this whole thing, thank you for sharing! I love a super powerful Anakin and an impressed Obi-Wan, who will take his eldritch boy home and give him all the kisses and cuddles (I assume).

#asks #anon #eldritch anakin #poor obi-wan trained this guy too #tiny baby anakin was probably a bit terrifying too #sometimes the light bends around your 9 year old apprentice #obi-wan will simply have to adapt and overcome

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starboundanon · 2 years

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22 and or 23?

23. Vader/Anakin Timewarp Fuckery

tw: selfcest (preluding to), canonically dark!Vader, time travel bs

To Mustafar, young Skywalker must go, Master Yoda had said, his face older, yet indiscernible as always. Your destiny, find there you will. Yoda had aged a century and a half in the twenty-two years Anakin Skywalker had jumped forward in time. But in one way, he had not changed at all; he was still as cryptic as ever, speaking in riddles as ambiguous as the Force itself.

Yet Anakin had no choice but to follow the road revealed to him. If what Master Yoda said was true, there was still a way to fix this — this hateful future where everyone and everything he had ever loved had been lost, no matter how shrilly the Force sang to him in warning. He had no idea what would be waiting for him on Mustafar. But after waking up more than two decades in the future, that was true everywhere.

Even still, he’d not been expecting the small sun that greeted him when he dropped out of hyperspace. Golden fire, red lava, black rock — Mustafar was dark and bright all at once, and heavily guarded, with pilots so skilled Anakin had to actually apply himself to land without being shot down. These were no ordinary soldiers, average pilots assigned to patrol the skies. These were experts, brutally trained and hand-forged, existing for one purpose and one purpose only: whatever was waiting for him on the planet’s fiery surface, they were meant to keep him at bay.

But Anakin could not be dissuaded. There was no Padmé in this future. No baby. No Obi-Wan, or Ahsoka. No Jedi Order, no Republic, no one he knew at all, save for Master Yoda and the friendly Chancellor who had apparently betrayed them. No. Anakin would not be stopped. There was nothing for him here. He would find a way to reverse it, to save everyone, or he would die trying.

A castle blacker than a starless sky rose hundreds of feet out of the molten rock, looming over him. Anakin cut his way through red-robed guards and security droids, every one of his senses on high-alert. “Who is the Lord of this castle?” he shouted, snarling when a plasma-tipped lance swung for his face, nearly beheading him. “Tell me who you serve!”

The guards would not answer. Frustrated, Anakin reached out through the Force and propelled them backward, slamming them against the obsidian walls of the Great Hall. The Force came to him easily — easier than it ever had before, even when he was young, and followed its guidance as blindly trusting as his own mother. Here, in this dark, cruel place, the Force felt slick, coiling around him in a slippery grasp, biting cold despite the sweltering heat all around him. Anakin knew the answer to his question, then. Regardless of who presided over this castle, the Dark Side was the true ruler here.

Skywalker.

Anakin shivered, his knees locking up. A voice beckoned him in the Force, deep and dark and frightfully inhuman. It was familiar, in an odd, off-putting sort of way, though he knew he had never met anyone who spoke in that uniquely terrifying tone. It reminded him, oddly, of meeting Padmé at nine years old. She’d been a stranger, yet even that first time, she somehow felt familiar to him. This felt much like that, except for all the ways it was oppositely worse.

Luke. Come to me.

That made him pause. Luke? Who was Luke? The voice had called to him — it knew him as Skywalker, recognized him as he had recognized it. He closed his eyes and reached back, tried not to flinch at the cold fire that greedily enveloped him as he did. Oh, whatever was waiting for him in the belly of this castle was incandescent with the Dark Side of the Force. It shined like a beacon of black fire, so cold it burned his skin, made it hard to breathe. His lungs hurt. His limbs ached. The creature beckoning him into its maws was wreathed in suffering, and clearly, hellbent on making sure everyone knew it.

He clenched his teeth, suppressing another shiver, and pressed on. There were no more guards to block his way. Just the suffocating heat and the pitch-black stone covering miles and miles of featureless hallway. He had the vague sense that he was going up, steadily ascending the great dark tower he’d landed beside, but there no markers to confirm that theory.

You have come at last, the voice gloated, darkly pleased. You cannot resist me.

Don’t get too full of yourself, Anakin thought, really not caring if the voice heard him or not. You’re my only way out of this nightmare.

Your anger is most impressive, young one. The voice practically purred in satisfaction. You have changed. The fires of Mustafar are cleansing you, as they did me.

He felt the sensation of burning on his skin, bubbling, itchy. Sweat dripped from his brow, he wiped it from his eyes with his sleeve. It was getting colder the further he walked, the closer he got to the owner of the voice. But that didn’t stop the sweat from clinging to his skin, a mix of pain and nerves, shared and halved by the mysterious being leading him into what was most certainly a trap.

But he had no other choice.

For his family. For his loved ones. For the galaxy, he had to press on.

The voice hissed at him, curious and discontented. Your foolish idealism will be the death of you, Skywalker. So it did know who Anakin was. Why, then, had it called him ‘Luke’? There is no escape. Your destiny lies with me. Obi-Wan knew this to be true.

Anakin stumbled to a halt. Obi-Wan? He gasped, bombarded by a memory that was not his own; an old, weathered face, silver hair and greying beard, but the same blue eyes he knew better than anyone else’s. A smile, wise beyond his many years. And a blood-red lightsaber cutting him down, slicing him directly through the heart, though there was no blood, no viscera, no body. Just a pile of faded Jedi robes, cushioning the familiar hilt of a lightsaber. OBI-WAN.

With a shout, Anakin summoned the Force like a tidal wave and sent it crashing forward, destroying all in its path, finding a heavy set of durasteel doors and blowing them off their hinges. He stalked through them, seething, blind with rage, and barely noticed the glowing bacta tank in the center of the room. Twelve red-robe guards charged at him, but he didn’t ignite his blade, not this time. He felt their bones crack, watched the light of their lives flicker to nothing in the Force as he bashed them against duracrete walls.

“You,” he hissed, seeing the bacta tank at last, thundering toward the mangled occupant floating in its waters. “You killed Obi-Wan.”

No, the voice answered. His head was bowed, lowered toward his chest. Curled up like a fetus. Anakin stopped before the tank, glaring at his own reflection in its surface. He didn’t understand the turbulent emotions this being was sharing with him, all of a sudden. Surprise. Disbelief. Grief, pain, sadness. The creature lifted his head. To Anakin’s horror, he recognized that face, burned, scarred, amber-eyed, staring at him as though it were a mirror. We did.

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Is it just me or is what obi wan did to anakin on mustafar something what sidious what do, even though sidious is way worse than obi wan (although obi wan has flaws even though he is one of my favorite Star Wars characters) still palpatine loves to torture people especially in the comics instead of going for the quick kill like Vader even if obi wan didn’t mean to purposefully do it he basically tortured anakin letting him burn like that, should’ve just captured/killed anakin

That scene on Mustafar where Obi-Wan uses Padme as bait to try to lure him into a trap to kill without her consent, eggs on Anakin into a fight, even when he tries to say he doesn’t want to fight him before, cuts off Anakin’s limbs, and then leaves him to burn to a crisp, while self-righteously lecturing him about failing, were absolutely exceedingly aggressive, brutal, deceitful, and manipulative methods that are supposed to be more typical of Sith than Jedi.

Obi-Wan’s a very cut-throat ambitious, hypocritical, manipulative, self-serving, and vain bastard. He’s definitely that colleague and toxic friend who would only ever have your back if it wasn’t an inconvenience to them, somehow eased their own guilt and/or made them feel better about themselves, only to immediately turn around and stab you in the back when the boss offered them a promotion to do it, or the cool kids offered them a spot in their clique for it.

“Oh, I loved my master Qui Gonn so much that I’ll try to honor his dying wish by taking on Anakin as a padawan against the Council’s wishes, but I’m also going to spit on that Master’s grave by deliberately disregarding his advice and teachings of being more independent and open-minded as a Jedi by instead being the exceedingly avoidant, close-minded, and ass-kissing Jedi™️ that Yoda and the Council expect me to be instead because Qui Gonn being more curious, independent, and open-minded never got him Yoda��s and the Council’s approval or a seat on the Council as a master. Kissing Yoda’s ass and blindly towing the party line of their cult from here on out, though, will get me Yoda’s and the Council’s approval, and a seat on their Council, even if it means dishonoring my deceased master’s approach to teaching by throwing Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, and everyone else I care about under the bus every time doing so gives me a chance to earn Yoda’s and the Council’s recognition.”

“Anakin, revenge is not the Jedi way, but it’s perfectly okay for me to egg on enemies and opponents in to duels every time by being exceedingly aggressive and defensive in combat, even if they back off, hesitate, freeze, or surrender first. Revenge is not the Jedi way, but it’s perfectly okay for me to chop off your limbs and leave you to burn alive in agony, while self-righteously lecturing you about failing from ‘the high ground’. “

“Also, after Yoda and I found out about your survival on Mustafar, we spent the next 19 or so years plotting and then attempting to use one of your offspring to kill off the monster of a man we helped influence you to become in the first place because we’re too cowardly to deal with you ourselves.”

You also notice how Obi-Wan and Yoda never once tell Luke to defeat both Darth Vader and the Emperor too? I’m not arguing with the fact that objectively speaking, there were completely valid reasons that many people throughout the galaxy had to hate Darth Vader and want him killed for self-defense or justice at that point in the series.

I say this as an Anakin/Vader stan who also has a lot of sympathy for him, considering the fact that he seems to have CPTSD, a drug addiction to the force, and his entire life was also a never ending hell of abuse, compromised agency, exploitation, and oppression under corrupt authority. I don’t think he’s wholly innocent because he’s committed crimes without the prompting of those corrupt authority figures, too, he still had a conscience, and he did stop trying after going dark. However, those with positions of authority in the Jedi and Republic of his time had already fucked themselves over long before either he or even Palpatine came into the picture, and he definitely wasn’t given a strong opportunity to ever safely and reasonably escape this fate of corruption, considering just how much every authority figure in his life was an abusive, corrupt, hypocritical, manipulative, and oppressive asshole themselves in one way or another, except for his mother, who the Jedi and Republic left in slavery and chaos on Tatooine, only to never let them keep in touch.

Nonetheless, that still doesn’t excuse the fact that Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader murdered millions of people throughout the galaxy in cold blood for a little over two decades, and even before that, he wasn’t an innocent in his adulthood either. I can completely understand why his victims would hate him, and I can completely understand the validity of people thinking that the galaxy would be a safer place without him than with him by the time we got to A New Hope.

Still, there’s also the fact that, Obi-Wan and Yoda don’t seem nearly as concerned about the well-being of the galaxy as they claim to be to Luke in their quest to use him to kill their former student who they deliberately deceive him about. They know that Emperor Palpatine is the creator and heart of the Empire. They know he deceived and manipulated them all for years, particularly Anakin Skywalker. Yet, they aren’t really interested in destroying the Empire in and of itself in their quest for Luke. Obi-Wan and Yoda want to use him to clean up the mess they helped create with his father and ran away from.

If it were really as much as about the well-being of the galaxy as they claimed, then they would instruct for Luke to kill the Emperor too and be doing their best to fight with him by his side if they could. Obi-Wan and Yoda are deceiving and manipulating Luke to kill Vader to try to absolve themselves more than anything, so they were being rather selfish, even if subconsciously.

I’m not saying the entire Order and Republic deserved mass murder or that they’re responsible for all of Anakin’s crimes. However, he was able to feel desperate enough to go dark in the first place, not just because of Palpatine, but also because of Obi-Wan’s, Yoda’s, and the Council’s abusive, exploitative, hypocritical, and oppressive system and their emotional neglect. He had some experience with what it meant to react and be treated like a normal person outside of their cult, and Obi-Wan and the Council couldn’t adjust, so they made him the problem instead. His mother had taught him that abuse, emotional/individual denial, and slavery were wrong, but suddenly he was thrust into these broken systems where those things he got taught were wrong as a young child by his mother were labeled as “kind,” “selfless,” and “for the greater good” by those with positions of authority over him in those screwed up systems, so he regressed to a state of moral confusion and excessive deference/slave mindset in regards to corrupt authority and loved ones emotionally/psychologically in the Jedi Order/Republic and Empire/Sith out of fear of loss and the unknown until he broke as a result.

Just in general, most of the adults in the Jedi and Republic of the prequels are essentially a watered down version of their enemies. They have many of the same traits as their enemies. They’re controlling, and exceedingly hostile and distrustful towards enemies and outsiders. They’re just tamer. At best, they’re indifferent towards their own working class and the people of the outer rims, and at worst they’re enablers and/or perpetrators of “necessary” systematic abuse, crime, and oppression. They’re not above creating and enabling “necessary” collateral damage by deceiving, endangering, and manipulating others for their own “greater good” that’s safer than doing the right thing.

However, the old Jedi and Republic were more stable and better at living in denial of how much they sucked, while the Sith and Empire are just a more aggressive, hostile, obsessive, vengeful, and unfiltered version of what many of them were already proving themselves to be in the prequels, even before Palpatine got involved.

Aside from a few notable exceptions of Jedi who were actually heroic because they were raised to be good people before they got involved with either the Jedi or the Sith, or got out of them before it was too late, such as Luke Skywalker (screw the Disney sequels and BoBF), Ezra Bridger, and some of the force sensitive Rebels, most of the Jedi we meet in the series are and/or grow up to become self-righteous assholes.

Anakin clearly did not only learn from Sidious how to be a manipulative and ruthless bastard with his enemies in combat. Obi-Wan taught him that too.

Even Anakin/Vader showed more mercy for Obi-Wan in their two duels after Mustafar, and he also obsessively sought vengeance against him for roughly two decades. Granted, I do think that, much like with Padme, Luke in the OT movies after finding out he was his son, and even Palpatine, Anakin’s deference, devotion to, and love in regards to people with positions of authority over him, causes he gets pressured to serve, and/or those he considers or once considered family and friends, his simultaneous obsession with getting revenge on Obi-Wan for what he did to him on Mustafar, while also being shockingly hesitant and reluctant to go through with it when he actually faces him off again goes back to all those traits of devotion, deference, and loyalty in regards to people he grows attached to acting as his Achilles Heel at worst and his most redeeming quality at best.

Yeah, he’ll fight them on the dark side, try to convince them to join him on the dark side, recklessly endanger and lash out at them in a blind rage, and he even killed Kenobi via voluntary manslaughter twenty years later when Kenobi invaded the Death Star and faced him off in A New Hope because he did nothing to fight him back and just stood there. However, in regards to the people he cares about or once cared about, I don’t really think revelry for harming them or killing them is really there.

In regards to Obi-Wan, the desire for vengeance is more complex. On the surface, I think he is definitely angry with Obi-Wan for what he did to him on Mustafar and his mistreatment of him in the Jedi Order, but I also don’t think Anakin’s/Vader’s heart is in it nearly as much as he convinces himself it is. There is no revelry in him for killing Obi-Wan in A New Hope, just shock and solemnity, because deep down a part of him never stopped loving his old master. He obsesses over hunting down Obi-Wan to try to gain vengeance for ten years after RotS, but then still can’t bring himself to burn Obi-Wan alive and actually lets him get away.

I think the people who claim it’s like “the Joker’s obsession with Batman” miss the whole point of Anakin Skywalker. Yeah, he’s committed many abominable crimes, his victims had every right to hate him, but he’s not a maniacal psychopath with no traces of genuine humanity in his heart either. He didn’t let Obi-Wan go because he loves the chase like the Joker does in regards to Batman. He let them go and/or takes no joy in harming and/or killing either Obi-Wan or anyone else he connects to because he still holds genuine affection for them, even if he denies it.

As for Obi-Wan, I do agree that he’s not ill-intended on the whole, nor does he doesn’t commit as many crimes as Anakin/Vader, Sidious, Maul, or the Sith. I also do recognize that his agency is at least partially compromised by being a victim of lifelong indoctrination in Yoda’s cult. However, I don’t think he was ever a particularly good person as an adult either. I think he was a lot more ambitious, hypocritical, manipulative, self-centered, vain, and surprisingly vicious in his desire for vengeance against enemies who personally wronged him than he was convinced. I do think he grew to genuinely care about Qui Gonn, Anakin, Luke, Leia, and Satine, but I also don’t think it was ever enough to outweigh his own desire to fit in and be seen as perfect by Yoda and the Council.

#anti obi wan kenobi #i don’t necessarily hate how he’s portrayed in canon as a generally well-meaning but incredibly selfish and hypocritical ass-kisser #but this whole thing of his fans portraying him as this blameless woobie who couldn’t have done better is just annoying #anti kenobists

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kaizsche · 2 years

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how wonderful life is, now you're in the world.

I LOVE YOU SO (PLEASE LET ME GO) SERIES

PAIRING: obi-wan kenobi x reader

SUMMARY: Having barely escaped from the clutches of the vengeful Inquisitors, and still reeling from the shock of witnessing the almost death of your daughter, Obi-Wan tells you something that would inherently destroy your life and everything you have ever known.

WORD COUNT: 1074

NOTES: this is set in kenobi s1e3 and is cut in two parts!

PART 1 | PART 2 of 2 TBA. | PART 3 TBA.

CHAPTER 1— MY GIFT IS MY SONG

“Seriously, I’m fine!” Leia shrugs off your concern, repeatedly assuring you that she is fine. Obi-Wan saved her just in the nick of time, so you don’t have to constantly fuss about her, but even so, your mind can’t stop replaying the sight of her– the sight of your daughter falling, limbs flailing in the air and her frightened eyes forever haunting you.

You couldn’t save Anakin and you cannot even do the same for your daughter. You failed him. Again.

“What is it?” Leia’s inquiring tone echoes aloud in the quiet buzz of the cargo ship. “Are you okay?” She presses once more, unaware of the inner turmoil gnawing at Obi-Wan’s flesh.

... continue reading here

tagging: @canvashearts

#obi-wan x reader #sw fanfic #star wars fanfiction #posted on ao3 #i love you so series #part 2 #obi-wan kenobi fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi x reader

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beck-a-leck · 2 years

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Things I would find genuinely funny to see happen, but don't Actually want to see in Obi-Wan Kenobi: (aka, crack fic ideas)

Obi-Wan escapes Vader and Co. because Maul catches onto the fact that Obi-Wan has resurfaced after 10 years and HE has exclusive rights to killing Kenobi. Vader who? Step aside poser, he was my mortal enemy first. And he mobilized all of Crimson Dawn to get Kenobi back by any means necessary, pissing off the Empire does not matter. In the kerfuffle, Obi-Wan gets back to Tatooine safely and disappears off the radar once more while Vader and Maul are fighting over who hates Obi-Wan more. The episode definitely ends with the two of them trapped on a raft, floating and waiting for someone to come pick them up. They're pissed and hunched up at the farthest possible distance from each other, not looking at each other, just slinging insults and sass back and forth. They keep trying to push the other off the raft. "It's your fault he got away." "Fuck you, I had him until you showed up." "He was my nemesis first." "He hurt me more. "He cut me in half!" "Oh boo hoo. He cut off the rest of my limbs and left me to die on a lava river!" "You know, Sidious liked me more. I was his first apprentice. You were the back-up, back-up plan." "Yes, that's why he left you to rot in a literal garbage dump for over a decade."

And then this part can be in conjunction with the above situation, or just stand on its own but

How does Obi-Wan get back to Tatooine? Through possible less than legal, unsupervised means? Would be a shame if maybe he had to hitch a ride with some pirates to get to Tatooine under the radar and Hondo happened to be the one to take him there. Someone says "I found you a ride to Tatooine, if you don't mind pirates." And Obi-wan, exhausted, Over It TM, just wants to go be sad in his cave for a month, heaves a sigh. "I can handle pirates. I've dealt with worse." And then. "KENOBI! My friend it has been too long! My goodness, you look like twice-baked bantha shit. Time has not been kind to you. Where are you going, Tatooine? Ugh. Why Tatooine? That place will age you faster. What you need, my friend, is a nice visit to someplace with strong drinks and women and no sand! I know the perfect resort, they are very accommodating, a word from me and everybody will believe you are my dear, long-lost brother. A month or two there will do you good. No? It has to be Tatooine? Weeeeeell, all right. But it has been so long since we last met, my old friend, you must tell me everything!" And Hondo does not stop talking the Entire trip back to Tatooine and Obi-Wan spends most of the time wishing he was stuck on the raft with Maul and Vader.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan show spoilers #obi wan kenobi #i will wait for the show to finish Utterly Destroying me and then I will write this crack fic #if I distract myself with silly ideas then I don't make myself cry over what's actually happening in the show

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a little snippet from birds of prey bc i’m still stuck on the first chapter and this is further on in the story.

when luke was young, he used to dream of things. a flash of dark hair, a little girls laugh, the stars streaming by through a viewport. aunt beru and uncle owen used to say it was just his child brain at work, but they’d always check the locks and tuck him in just that little bit tighter.

it was nothing bad, just things that would take him planets away from the sand ball he lived on. occasionally it would be of tatooine, of before.

a woman with dark hair and dark eyes, hands rough from working (slavery was implied. there were things even a child would know about the way things worked here), but always kind. a blonde toddler would often trail her, babbling about pod races and eyes bluer than the sky.

uncle owen wouldn’t answer those questions, but aunt beru told him of what she knew. shmi, she said. luke learned he was the first freeborn of them all.

a glass city would sometimes come into focus, forest outside of it thick and green. flashes of colorful fabric and brown hair wound into braids and dark, knowing eyes.

a man’s cocky smile. a wookie’s rumbling laugh. piloting through the stars. a ship that was more scrap than original parts. blaster fire. a strange humming. a green glow reflected off of black floors. a woman with tall boots and ring studded fingers. a silver helmet.

fragments of things he would see eventually.

and sometimes, things of the past.

blue and white armor. auburn hair streaked with grey. flowers littering a casket. striped montrals. boots rhythmically marching on marble. racing through the canyons. a cackling laugh with a cacophony of pain following.

he eventually stopped talking about the dreams, but old man kenobi would catch his eye from across the market, and it seemed like he knew.

he was always the smaller kid, even after puberty. his aunt said he got that from his mother, but owen quickly cut that line of conversation off.

the others thought it would be funny to take his things, or mess them up. biggs couldn’t do anything about it. he wouldn’t fill in until the academy, so he was all gangly limbs and odd muscle.

a woman stepped between them once. tall and dark against the sand, she stared the other teens down until they ran home. it was the last time they ever tried anything like that.

you remind me of myself once, she said when he asked, a long time ago.

he never got her name.

he realized, eventually, with the help of obi-wan and yoda. a jedi he was, and always would be. the empire falls, the new republic rises, leia and him try to repair the order.

so he would fight, for the kids like himself, for the people like the woman and leia, the ones in hiding for being different.

and eventually, he dreams again. shining armor, a little green child playing with rings, an unusual lightsaber. a tanned hand rubbing the fuzz on a small head.

and eventually, he meets his first student, and his mandalorian father. grogu’s other parent is a little like ahsoka, no ties to the jedi.

but who ever said he was building the order with the same rules?

#furthering my dinlukenico agenda #if you couldn’t tell #luke skywalker #star wars #leia organa #han solo #ashoka tano #jedi #chewbacca #nico seren #padme naberrie #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #reva sevander #revaluation

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kirstenvldfan21 · 2 years

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Enchanted kyber part 2

Pain. Pain, unlike any Anakin, had felt before began racing through his body. It was like his entire being was being split in two. And then it got worse, there was a burning sensation running through his limbs, a painful stretch of his skin and then he was screaming and tears were running down his cheeks. His eyes flew open and the sound of the world just disappeared.

And then the force was screaming! It was in pain! All Anakin could sense was death! Death and despair!

They were dead. THEY WERE DEAD!!!! All the jedi, gone, their life force disappearing, like sand falling through his fingers. Then he was screaming, screaming like he was being tortured, electrocuted, shot, torn apart, and having his arm cut off all at once! He couldn't hear anything besides his own voice screeching in pain. Slowly he registered that something was touching him shushing his voice and rubbing circles across his back. At this point in time Anakin didn't even care who it was he just accepted the comfort that this person was giving. Secretly he hope that it was Obi-Wan and all of it had just been a vision or a nightmare and when he opened his eyes Obi-Wan would say that stupid thing about how dreams pass in time.

Slowly once he got his breath to a normal level after the crying and the screaming he registered a voice. Her voice.

"Ani? What's wrong?"

Slowly with drawing horror, Anakin looked up at the face of his mother. Horror mounting across his face Anakin felt sick, before his mother could ask again he pushed her away and ran to the small fresher that was in their quarters to puke up what little was in his stomach.

Even though it had been years he still remembered the floor plan of this little hut in the desert.

It felt like a cruel, awful joke! His mom was dead, she had died in his arms. There was no way for the dead to come back! This had to be a bad vision or a nightmare! He just had to put his shields up and he would wake up in his bed in the temple and everything would be okay! It had to be because he had to warn the council about the chips in the men and the Chancellor and, that they had to evacuate, and… he began to dry heave.

Shim looked at her son with sad eyes and worry in her heart, something had scared him. Badly. She had never seen him act like this. Anakin had been fairly lucky compared to other children his age, he had rarely got sick like this. She knew that Anakin sometimes had bad dreams but they had never been like this.

It had taken about an hour before Anakin had stopped throwing up, he hadn't been able to go back to sleep either, and even though she did not want to send him to Watto they had to go. When they had time tonight she would talk with him, figure out what had happened, what had scared him so bad. At least she hoped he would be honest with her.

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Even after being away from Watto's shop for 10 years he could still recognize everything. He knew exactly what Droid pieces he would take away to build C-3PO. He knew exactly where all the tools and all the old parts that he used to build his first pod racer. It was terrifying. Even though he was in a child's body he could feel his own Force presence going crazy. He wondered if any other force sensitive would be able to sense him from off planet right now? He really hoped not he didn't want to deal with Palpatine.

"What are you working on?" The soft melodic voice of Kyubey floated through his head. It startled him so bad that he dropped his tools. Thankfully he was alone in the shop right now so Watto couldn’t yell at him but he was still shocked to see the little creature sitting on the edge of the workbench. He hadn’t expected him to show up at all. Secretly, a small part of him had hoped it had all been a nightmare. Anakin silently stared at Kyubey for a few minutes before he spoke.

“Your here.”

“Yes. Where else would I be? I always help new magical girls for the first few weeks. It is a part of our contract.”

“Oh. Wait- I’m not a girl. How, how can I be, what- what did you do?!”

“I granted your wish. Of course, I did not expect us to be pulled back in time. That was unexpected. As to you not being biologically female, that no longer became a problem several eons ago. We discovered that-”

“Stop.” Anakin held up both of his hands and shook his head, “What wish? I don’t remember making a wish.” He thought back to the memories that he had woken up with that morning and just remembered the pain.

“You wished to have the chance to save everyone. This is how your magic-”

“Magic?”

“Magic. The energy your soul makes and transfers into power. If you could lift your right hand you will notice that you have a ring and a mark on your nail. This is where your soul gem will reside when not in use.”

Anakin looked down at his hands, and right, where Kyubey said, was a small blue mark on his middle fingers nail was an image and a ring. It was silver, with a small, blue gem embedded on the top. The shape on his nail looked a little bit like a piece of kyber cut in half, the other half was on his left hand with a ring identical to the right.

“You should try transforming.”

“What? Why?!” what did he mean transform? He was scared and confused, he hadn’t had time to come to terms that he had time traveled, and lost an entire life and now he was just expected to do something he’d never done before!?! And what about the wish he had made? The chance to save everyone?! What did that mean? He barley had control of his emotions right now and Anakin knew he begging to heyperventalte again but he didn’t care! It wasn’t fair! It felt like there was no air at all in his lungs and suddenly it felt as if a bunch of cold hands gripped his sides, pulling on his clothes and began wrapping around his arms and legs! something cold claps around his throat cutting off his airway-

Then everything went dark.

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While Anakin was having his mealt down, the world outside was becoming chaos. A sand storm had started up out of no where, bringing winds that were much stronger than any before. The people in the market place were thrown around. Speeders went flying and throughout the whole planet the roars of Krat dragons could be head. Heards of banthas went running throught the streets of every city. Training though homes and people as if they were made of flamsi. The slaves could tell but this was different from any other sandstorm but even they were not spared. The whole planet began to rebel against itself. Tearing itself apart. And from where Anakin Skywalker stood in an old junk shop rose a Labyrinth. It spred faster, and took everything with it. It swallowed the planet whole.

The force screamed again! It’s child had been taken by some anomaly tearing it's soul apart and in its desperation of trying to save it, something awful had happened.

All across the galaxy, Jedi fell to their knees in pain holding their hands to their heads, trying to block out the screaming. The feeling of thousands of lives being wiped out had many of the younger generations in tears. And then as soon as it came it stopped. The force was unnaturally quiet, changed forever because its child had become something it could never have foreseen.

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