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Fic title: Non-compliant Weapon (Rexobi, Murderbot AU)

(regarding this fic title meme prompt)

Ok, there’s two ways this could go. One, the slightly more predictable path of some flavor of reincarnation AU where the Jedi Organization (some kind of meddling well-intentioned doctors-without-borders type group) has gotten neck deep into several volatile disputes and need help, so they’ve gotten a generous donation of sec-units from, I dunno, Palpatine Industries (Insidious Industries is more fun, but a little too on the nose). Of course, these sec-units come with pre-programmed sabotage routines up to and including Order 66, and of course sec-unit Rex manages to wriggle around those.

The more interesting idea I had was a bit...messier.

The plunnie starts with the notion that for a full three hot seconds, some megacorp in the galaxy decided that clones were the next big thing and just mass-produced a whole bunch of them. There was enough outcry that the project was scrapped, the company went broke, and the clones were shoved in cryostorage to become someone else’s problem when all the lawsuits were done. Shortly thereafter, sec-units became a thing because that skirted some all the nasty ethical issues.

Decades if not centuries later (...I have no idea when the Murderbot books are supposed to be other than The Future), whatever megacorp bought up various assets discovers they have a bunch of illegal product sitting around frozen in a warehouse. It turns out that the cheapest method of disposal is actually to thaw them and toss them a small agro planet to colonize (the potential fallout if they just space the clones or keep them in a basement somewhere is just too high for profit margins, much to the relief of everyone else).

And that’s how Rex and his brothers end up thawed, with some nice genetic repair work, on a brand new planet all their own, and no idea wtf to do now since they aren’t expected to just fight something. Since Rex is one of the more restless clones, he ends up doing resource management, taking surplus out for trade and scrounging interesting stuff to bring back. And one day he walks into some space!army surplus store to discover in the back there’s an old sec-unit and its cubicle. Rex starts off feeling weird but wildly sympathetic to this deactivated fighting unit, only to become REALLY creeped out when he asks in passing about it – and learns its being kept around for eventual spare parts.

Rex is not okay with this. He dithers a bit, but ends up purchasing the whole unit and brings it home.

Cody gives him a bit of hell, but he gets where Rex was coming from, so he sort of resignedly welcomes their new sec-unit: [some clever punning/l337 speak version of Obi-Wan Kenobi].

So it turns out that this sec-unit is defective. It’s good at fighting, but it doesn’t like to fight. It talks. It talks a LOT. It’s astonishingly good at negotiating.

It also flirts with everyone except for Rex, which Rex is absolutely not put out about in the least. Really. He’s not irked. It’s a good thing. This damn thing comes out of the box flirting, that’s disconcerting so it’s kinda nice that Rex doesn’t have to put up with that – especially since it’s quickly decided that since the sec-unit does talk anything in circles, it’s most useful going with him to help him barter. And hopefully keep him out of trouble, though Cody is the only one to say that, the bastard.

Since this is a Murderbot AU, that means it turns out that there’s actually something Very Valuable on the clones’ new homeplanet, and at some point they’re actively defending themselves and/or having to diplomat with hostile bodies who are Not Impressed that a sec-unit is one of the main negotiators.

(It helps when things go pear-shaped, of course, since said main negotiator can dish out and take some extreme damage. So that's not too different from canon.)

Things finally settle down, Rex and Obi-Wan return to venturing out on the regular, until one day – probably after some spectacularly vicious flirtation with someone trying to kill them – Rex just blurts out, “I have never been able to figure it out. You will flirt with anyone and anything, the more hostile the better.”

“It’s a wonderful distraction tactic.”

“Oh, I’m aware. You specifically pick out pet names to enrage people.”

“It’s hardly my fault the Duchess didn’t like to be addressed as ‘my dear’!”

“It kind of is, but…” Rex hesitates, then shrugs, still not looking at Kenobi. “You have never once flirted with me.”

Silence. Rex sneaks a few glances, and Obi-Wan is refusing to look back at him. Finally, when it’s clear Rex will play the waiting game, Obi-Wan just shrugs right back. “I don’t know how to do it sincerely. Flirt for real with someone I like.”

Rex goes through several stages of oh with embarrassing speed. He twists around to stare. “What – but – even from the very beginning?”

Obi-Wan continues to not look at him. “I might have been...less unaware than my prior owner believed.”

Rex blanches, well recalling his own long time in stasis – a cold, mostly dreamless state of unconsciousness. The notion of being even somewhat lucid across those long decades is nightmare fuel even before considering the indifferent way the guy at the store had talked about spare parts in a box.

Then there are super-awkward cuddles, eventually leading to some kind of queer platonic aro and/or ace ship happily ever after. ^_^

Thank you, this was a fun challenge!

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title: Heart of a Star - (Star Wars/Gargoyles) Qui-Gon Jinn/Hudson

(regarding this fic title meme prompt)

I’m not entirely sure how this one would go, but let’s face the bottom line here: however the plot goes, Qui-Gon and Hudson absolutely fucked when they were younger. (LBR, probably when they’re older too, but unquestionably when they were younger.) I am loving this as a second-chance romance scenario, where For Reasons they hooked up but it was just a fling and now they finally have an opportunity to scandalize all their young friends and relatives.

Now that we’ve established the most important part, there’s the question of what kind of universe this is. Maybe young Qui-Gon, freshly knighted and on his first early mission away from the overwhelming presence of Master Dooku, hooked up with the local hottie leader during diplomatic talks. He returns, settled and mature and the deranged maverick who don’t give a damn, Obi-Wan dutifully following along in his wake (and being agog at all the FLIRTING going on with the now retired leader Hudson).

Maybe Qui-Gon got pulled through a wormhole once, and spent a few weeks in medieval Scotland. There was a whirlwind romance, much quiet despair at the local lack of technology, and then whatever Shenanigans brought him there dumped him back in the Republic. Now, perhaps on the run after Order 66 goes down, he bops into ‘modern day’ New York. He’s surprised at the whole thousand year change locally, but eh, it means good indoor plumbing so no complaints – AND he gets to re-romance Hudson, so win all around!

And of course, there’s always the joys of contemplating a Star to Steer By variant, where it’s Qui-Gon and Tahl flirting like mad with the handsome warrior. (Now with Alpha 17 being WILDLY unimpressed in the background!)

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title: Take for Granite (Star Wars/Gargoyles) - pairing, Mace Windu/Goliath

(regarding this fic title meme prompt)

This also took me awhile to settle on. So! Before the war! Before Mace gets stuck in charge of herding cats the Council and the Jedi as a whole. Master Mace Windu gets sent on a routine mission with his young padawan Depa to a small planet on the edges of the Republic, which has been negotiating for awhile for admission. The planet has some useful resource, likely an ore of some sort or plants for bacta or whatever, but they also have a fairly unsophisticated level of tech and worry about changing culture too fast etc etc. Mace is more concerned with the matter that has him being called in, some kind of internal conflict between factions that’s been getting increasingly tense and ugly.

When the Jedi show up, it’s both messier and easier than Mace expected. The planet has two major species living there; humans (or near humans) and a winged nocturnal species calling themselves gargoyles. The humans hold all the governmental positions and are the ones agitating for joining the Republic – in a limited fashion – and they wine and dine Mace for a few days. According to these local authorities, the gargoyles form the bulk of the defensive forces for population centers, but lately they’ve been trying to extort money/resources “rather than letting the Republic take it all.”

Mace smiles, nods, and politics his way through this, then quietly takes Depa and wanders off into the wilds one night.

There are rather a lot of wilds. It’s not a well-populated planet, and there are a LOT of big things with sharp teeth out there that think humans make great tasty snacks.

Mace and Depa make the unfortunate acquaintance of one such critter, and handling it without much difficulty when a large, winged form plummets out of the sky and just murders the hell out of the Large Scary Carnivore With Lots Of Teeth. He introduces himself as Goliath, the leader of the local/largest gargoyle clan, then wants to know what the hell. Who are they, what are they doing out here, trying to get eaten? And what strange weapons are these?

It turns out that the gargoyles aren’t trying to extort resources – they’re striking because they’re expected to keep away the MANY MANY MANY Large Scary Carnivores With Lots Of Teeth with little thanks and even less say in politics.

So Mace shows back up at the main population hub with Goliath in tow. Depa is back with the rest of the gargoyle clan, becoming terrifying besties with Angela and the Trio. Mace makes it clear to the locals he’s judging on the side of the gargoyles, negotiations may commence when they’re ready.

I invite you all to consider the following: Mace Windu, standing arms crossed with a wildly unimpressed expression, shoulder to shoulder biceps with Goliath, also arms crossed with a wildly unimpressed expression.

Negotiations don’t take long, and they don’t even become aggressive.

(Meanwhile, Mace is getting to know this delightful man, a widower with a dry sense of humor to match his own and a passion for books and screenplays that rivals Mace’s love of theater. Not to mention they both think the other fights like a dream and is wildly impressive. A fun time is had by all except the local corrupt politicians.)

#meme #fic title meme #gargoyles #star wars #fic ideas #plunnie available to a good home #dogmatix #is made of awesome and win #1 more to go but that's for after a nap

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title: Moonfire - (Star Wars/Gargoyles) Ahsoka Tano/Angela (or Ahsoka Tano & Angela also works)

(regarding this fic title meme prompt)

After rotating this notion in my head SO MUCH, I’ve finally pinned down how I’d want this to play out.

So Angela and her rookery-sibs grew up on the mystical isle of Avalon, right? The once-home of all the fey, ruled by Oberon and Titania. For the sake of the premise, we’re going to presume that these kids grew up with some weird shit. Not just the garden variety weird shit like cupboards of food that never empty or flower gardens that rearrange their hedge maze depending on the day of the week; we’re talking ‘the island removed the entire southern beach again and replaced it with a giant snowglobe scene, snowglobe included – oh and it is ALSO fully temperature controlled. We are probably not getting that beachball back any time soon’ levels of shenanigans.

At some point, one of the kids finds a dry, mostly useless book in the back of the library with exhaustive details about the island’s features (they do learn how to work the hedge maze, though, which everyone appreciates). Somewhere in the book is a section for Transitory Features, and includes something called a Bridge Of Moonfire. There’s nothing useful, like where it is or what it looks like, just how it returns every eighty-seventh five-quarters moon or something equally absurd for ‘a short time’ and an anecdote about a fey lady who once traversed it and was never seen again.

So the kids are warned to not use it, whatever it is, should they ever see it.

Of course, one night while out gliding with at least one of her sibs, out of nowhere across a lake/pond/grassy area spawns this silvery-white glowing path. ‘Bridge’ isn’t the word that comes to mind, but it doesn’t take too much poetic license to figure out what it is. The gargoyles swing wide of it, but Angela is curious. She warns the others to stay back, then very cautiously moves in for a fly-over from what should be plenty of safe distance. And yet, the moment she passes over the bridge of light, it curves up so she lands on it hard. With a fwoom-swoosh, the light and Angela disappear.

She comes to in a strange castle, and the landscape that is utterly foreign. She explores carefully, until she finally stumbles upon a living being. There’s a strange girl ahead of her, orange with a blue and white crest (no wings or tail, poor thing, but what could she be BUT another gargoyle?) - and there’s an uncanny little gremlin with very large, sharp teeth about to leap out at her. Of course Angela lunges to bodycheck the surprisingly hefty critter away, but it bounces off the wall and rebounds at them, scary teeth first.

There’s a fwoom-swoosh, and the girl bisects the critter with two glowing swords. She faces Angela in what must be a guard position, and all Angela can think of to say is, “how do you have moonfire blades?”

Ahsoka doesn’t know what to say to that, and she’s already had QUITE enough of this Mortis bullshit without having a pretty girl come out of nowhere to save her from she really doesn’t know what. But this pretty girl with wings seems even more clueless about what’s going on than they do (instead of annoyingly all-knowing and cryptic and RUDE), so she accepts Angela’s help. The whole Mortis debacle goes sideways, Anakin does not have further Super-Trauma piled upon his head, and they all escape relatively unscathed and Having Learned Something About Themselves.

Angela goes with them, of course, and embraces life in the Republic. Somehow this leads to Palpatine tripping fatally down the stairs or whatever, and later on Angela is introduced to Jedi Master Fey who is very surprised but eager to hear any news about her long-ago home.

(“Oberon exiled EVERYONE from Avalon in a snitfit to learn about humanity. OBERON. Thought everyone ELSE needed to learn about humans. UGH.” Master Fey rolls her eyes. “This sort of ridiculous drama is why I did not hesitate to leave.”)

And everyone lives happily ever after.

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Fic title for a prompt: Learning How to Save Dragons

I have no idea what happened here, other than @blackkatmagic‘s fic has clearly had an influence because Agen Kolar is entirely her fault, meanwhile I have no idea what kind of AU this actually is. Well, other than there are clones, Snack has made himself a place because he is loud and opinionated, and there aren’t (weren’t) Jedi in however the clone army came to be. Plunnie available to a good home if anyone wants to adopt it, and meanwhile I am still taking prompts.

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In the end, it was all Snack’s fault.

He considered himself a simple brother, straightforward and uninterested in the finer tactics and nuances of how best to take an opponent apart. Logistics, on the other hand, the hows and whys of getting enough supplies – and grub – to keep the army marching – that was his specialty.

There was also just something satisfying about the process of mixing ingredients that might or might not qualify as food, dispensing it, and the finality of tossing the dishes and trays for cleanup. Sure, it was a never-ending war you couldn’t win, people always needed to eat, but you could count the faces moving through the line, you could see the impact on the world.

I’ve fed this many brothers. I made sure I kept this many moving.

Might not be ambitious, but Snack sure as hell was satisfied with it.

It was just that the GAR was out in the wilds, and there’d been reports – just like there always was, and always had been for years.

Dragons.

Psh. Snack figured it was a little too much moonshine and someone’s mangy nerf, but who was he to question? Those sorts of decisions were for Generals like Tarkin, or politicians like Palpatine. Not mess hall grunts.

So they were in the ass end of nowhere, a planet that had endless deep forests on one side, the tiniest settlement he’d ever seen on the other, and weeks of nothing.

Of course Snack was taking a break out behind the mess tent. It wasn’t like there was anything uglier than ewoks around, and they stayed away unless some idiot was grilling meat again – not a mistake Snack was allowing again any time soon.

He was indulging in – well, a bit of a snack, one of the weirder cheeses he’d picked up recently from Iridonia, when something made the hairs on his neck stand up. Might’ve been the local critters being too quiet, might’ve been some sixth sense honed by combat and training, might’ve been shadows – whatever the reason, he stilled, then lowered one hand down towards his blaster.

Snack froze before reaching it, because he glanced up to see what was suspicious. Oh, he found it all right, standing not more than two meters distant. It was big – bigger than a nerf, so he maybe owed someone an apology, if he got out of things alive.

It was sort’ve lizard-like, with long limbs that had damned impressive claws that glinted with opal-like flickers of blue and green. Most of it was brown, with tan frills and dark ivory spiky bits and some damned impressive horns. There were a number of darker scales trailing lines along the long snout (fangs. Lots of fangs, almost certainly a carnivore), and similar patterns along wings, big leathery things shading towards purple on the undersides. There was intelligence in the big brown eyes that were locked on him, and it was right between distressing and hilarious that those eyes seemed to be focused on his damn cheese.

Sure looked like one of the impossible rumors they were chasing. Snack stared at the – at the dragon, which kept staring at his cheese.

Fuck it. He was already staring death in the fangy teeth, might as well go all in. Snack slowly extended his hand, keeping his fingers flat and away from potential easy removal. “Did you want some?” he asked, knowing it was inane and stupid – if not outright suicidal.

The dragon’s eyes flickered up to his, then back.  “Thank you,” it said, deep voice rattling through Snack’s bones, before it daintily reached out and plucked the block of cheese out of his palm with talons longer than his face. It – he? – tossed the cheese back like some long-necked bird gulping down a rambunctious fish. “Mm. Even better than it smelled.”

Snack’s brain started to kick back in. “Are you – are you a dragon?”

The critter’s head tilted inquisitively. “I’m a Jedi. What’s a dragon?”

Snack’s eyes went even wider, and the white noise of shock in his head disintegrated into gibbering. Jedi were even more myth than dragons, able to do magic and impossible things. They were negotiators and warriors, the stuff of legends, but there wasn’t evidence for anything like them, not really, outside of stories. “I thought they were, you know, more human. Or humanoid. Shit, that was rude, wasn’t it.”

The dragon – Jedi – bared a lot of pointed teeth. “Not without malice to it. And humanoid, well. Sometimes.” The giant winged lizard shimmered like a bad holocall, compressing down until there was a Zabrak standing before him, dark skinned with long, wild hair and tan robes. There was something off about him – the horns too large and spiky, the facial tattoos more like the scales they’d been before. The way the man moved, the many large, sharp teeth he flashed in a smile – there was something very, very Other about him. “Sometimes,” he repeated, “from a certain perspective.”

This guy – dragon – Jedi – is fucking with me. Help. Snack took a deep breath, then nodded. “I’m Snack – the name, not, you know, for eating. I’ve got more cheese, if you want to talk. Inside. I mean – about. Stuff.”

There was nothing but predator in the smile, but it didn’t feel intimidating, somehow. “You can call me Agen. And I’d be delighted.”

~end

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I...might have had a plunnie bite me earlier. After chewing through angles with @dogmatix​, I’m sending it out onto the tumbls for adoption if anyone wants it, because while a bit odd, it was interesting. Feel free to snag it if it caches your interest, just please let me and/or Dogmatix know!

This is a universe where Palpatine’s plotting don’t quite go according to plan. The invasion of Naboo goes down differently. Perhaps Obi-Wan dies, perhaps none of the Force users do. Either way, when Qui-Gon goes to remind Yoda that he is training the boy, Yoda reminds him that no, the boy will not be a Jedi.

So Qui-Gon quits. If Obi-Wan’s alive, that might well cement the rift between them (his death, on the other hand, might have been significant cause to Qui-Gon’s decision – goodness knows he doesn’t tend to be very rational when he’s got Heavy Emotions around). Qui-Gon sticks around Naboo to train Anakin, because Jedi or no the kid needs training. Padmé is happy to have the young hero remain, and in short order Shmi is brought in so there’s some pretext of a normal adolescence for young Skywalker.

Sidious, meanwhile, does not appreciate such potential slipping through his fingers. His conniving takes a different turn, as he settles on how to destroy the Jedi and the Republic.

Anakin grows up somewhat well-adjusted. He and Qui-Gon don’t always see eye-to-eye on this Force business, and he refuses to be a Jedi type. It’s just...not him. This does not always sit well with Qui-Gon. Meanwhile, Anakin and Padmé grow as friends, until one day there’s a distinct mutual ‘oh no, they’re hot!’ moment which confuses them both. By the time Padmé is looking to step down as queen, she and Anakin are in a quiet, background courtship that’s reasonable, sane, and willing to take its time.

Her people still want to elect her queen for life, and she decides to challenge some cultural issues. Sure, she’ll be queen – BUT her people have to accept she’s getting into a relationship and not doing the usual quit-for-family thing, she’s going to keep working.

Padmé is very confused when the vote passes, because this is not the outcome she expected. Once Anakin finds out that he’s not required to be royal consort or anything weird like that, he just goes back to being her primary cheerleader because of course the people adore her, duh.

Palpatine meanwhile agitates the galaxy towards becoming an Empire. It might be interesting if in this universe, the clones aren’t used for the war: instead, it’s all volunteers(/conscripts). The Jedi understandably can’t handle both leading and attacking living beings in a blasted WAR, so they nope out and try to negotiate things into peace, meaning everyone is pissed with them not taking a side. Propaganda works against them, and meanwhile Sidious keeps his pawns dancing closer and closer to declaring him emperor or the equivalent.

The Naberries – what, you didn’t think they’d take Anakin’s name, did you? - try to make a life for themselves in this chaos. Kids happen. Then, when there’s 3 or 4 spawn running around, Something Tragic Happens.

The initial thought was a vacation gone horribly wrong. Perhaps two kids stay at home – lingering illness with poor timing, or someone is VERY determined that they don’t wanna. Shmi and possibly Qui-Gon are available to help care for the kids, along with Padmé’s parents. Regardless, the end result is Anakin and Padmé get separated, both with a kid each. They have reason to think the other is dead, and with the Empire now on the horizon, they are on the run, and they have to take care of the child they managed to grab.

Alternatively: Qui-Gon didn’t quit, but was Most Put Out when Anakin didn’t join up with the Jedi. Poor Obi-Wan – living or dead – might well have been the point of contention between them. Yoda simply might have put his foot down, and no one was happy with that. Regardless, Qui-Gon proceeded to complain most bitterly to sympathetic ears, and already-a-Sith-apprentice Dooku realizes this is his moment to shine. He offers to help, traveling to Naboo to teach young Skywalker the ways of the Force and perhaps coax him into the Dark side joining the Jedi.

He becomes very frustrated to find that Skywalker is doing incredibly well in a stable and happy home environment, with familial support. He is even more irked to find that teaching the brat to tap into his emotions doesn’t lead the kid down the Dark path as hoped, but just makes him more Attached. Dooku doesn’t look forward to reporting the results to his Master, but keeps trying, and even starts to concoct a long con plot to have the child think that everyone is dead and gone. Perhaps Dooku really will kill them, but that’s a planned bonus, not a guarantee.

Unfortunately for Dooku, there’s two snags. First, he finds he is growing to like Skywalker. The utter insufferable brat is someone he is...urgh. Growing fond of. Meanwhile, the second snag is that Sidious is taking “go big or go home” to heart. Instead of dumping money into armor and transports and whatnot for clone armies, he’s directing those funds into creating the Deathstar.

It all comes to a head tragically, in a combination of unfortunate events. Anakin catches Leia taking out a starfighter, and he’s insisting that nope, she isn’t doing that...without him coming along. One of the younger ones followed Aunt Sola and the cousins into a shuttle, because they wanted to go on the trip too, and remains undetected in the hold for most of the trip. Padmé discovers her child’s absences, but since someone isn’t answering his comm, Anakin, she leaves a message and goes to fetch the kid herself. The youngest, however, isn’t ready to be left alone and insists (at full volume) at not being left behind. Fine. It will be a trip, an adventure, just between them.

They end up chasing the wrong shuttle, since Sola took advantage of royal connections and got upgraded to a much earlier flight.

Dooku catches wind of things shortly before shit hits the fan, and in a moment of desperation and begrudging affection, sets one of his lingering kidnapping plans into motion. Shmi and Luke are taken, grabbed by armored guards and forcibly removed from the planet. They are in hyperspace by the time the Deathstar arrives.

Anakin and Leia bear witness, from the far side of the moons. Sure, Anakin’s first instinct upon a whole new fucking moon appearing is to get away. The Force is screaming in his ear. He left his comm at home because he hadn’t meant to end up on a joyride, he’d just gone looking for his kids.

Padmé and the other children are in hyperspace when the Deathstar fires.

Perhaps this Deathstar was constructed too quickly. Perhaps something went wrong. Perhaps when Naboo explodes, it takes out the Deathstar with it.

Whatever the reason, both are destroyed, and there is suddenly so much death screaming through the Force. When Leia and Anakin come to, Naboo and the weapon are gone. To their best knowledge, so is everyone else.

Sidious takes his opportunity, manufacturing evidence that the Jedi were behind it. The galaxy does love a scapegoat, and the Order is decimated as war criminals, sheltered by none and assisted by only a few. As a native of poor, destroyed Naboo, there is so much sympathy for Chancellor Palpatine, who declares himself emperor because there must be order.

There is an Empire, and there is a Rebellion. Padmé dives into that, struggling to find something solid that she can work towards building. She tries so hard to neither smother nor be distant from her child, and she tells them many a tale of their father and siblings.

It only takes two kidnapping attempts by Imperial types to chase Anakin underground. He’s almost completely untethered, and only the need to make sure Leia is cared for keeps him (sort of) sane and functioning. He fakes smiles and leans on his earliest skills, and the underground swoop competitions earn a new champion. Leia adores flying, and her father throws himself into keeping the bikes in the best damn condition they have ever been in. They hop from planet to planet, never using their real names and trying to find out what happened.

(At some point, a young Han Solo decides he’s gonna try his luck with the pretty swoop chick at a bar. There’s middling success, but she seems more amused by him than not, and in verbal combat she bites back – that’s fun! They’re in a nice private booth in back when her mechanic ambles over, sitting down with new drinks for all 3 of them. She thanks him as “Dad,” at which point Han is suddenly VERY nervous. “So, uh, is this where you threaten me with a shovel?”

The racer laughs, so it’s not a total fail, but ‘Dad’ is giving him a mystified look like he’s now talking Shyriiwook. “Y’know, the ‘if you harm my daughter in any way–’”

Realization crosses his face, then fella gives him this absolutely incredulous expression. “Oh hells no,” he says, taking a drink. “Leia knows how to take care of herself.”

It’s matter-of-fact, such an offended declaration. Han looks over at Leia, who has a sweet smile that somehow is also all teeth.

Han’s not sure if he’s ever been that terrified and that aroused before.)

Shmi and Luke end up at a secret facility, either on Serenno or Kamino. They’re to be held there until Dooku arrives – he was on Naboo, and so never will. They’re kept under guard by the first stormtroopers, men who are well fed on Imperial propaganda (no matter that the Empire is brand new) and were bred to be loyal. Yet Shmi recognizes slaves, and Luke just flat out likes people. It doesn’t take long to make allies, then friends of their guards.

They get quite the shock when the guards finally remove their helmets. The brand new Empire had a swift influx of loyal soldiers, clones bred in secret and ordered to remain in their interchangeable armor. Bred to be loyal, and with a brain-washing chip for those who get too far out of line. Yet the clones are intelligent beings, and it doesn’t take long for them to see what the situation is. There starts to be whispers of dissent, though no one says the actual forbidden ‘rebellion.’

Shmi becomes a bit of a cornerstone for some of them, with o so carefully edited stories of her time as a slave – and what stories ‘she might have heard about those who claimed to have escaped.’ Luke becomes a mascot, especially once the clones realize the kid already knows how to use a blaster (and use it well!), not to mention how to fight. They like teaching him tricks, and learning about the outside galaxy at the same time.

Meanwhile, with nowhere else to turn and a young child that is strong in the Force, Sola Naberrie thanks whatever gods there are when she runs into a tiny group of Jedi. She has money, and she has the Naberrie name (and she has the ghost of Naboo, which is far greater currency in this horrible new galaxy) – she takes them in and begs them to teach the child of Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, because she can only hope that is something they might have wanted. The Jedi latch on to what little bit of hope they can find, because someone in their group remembers the horrible snafu that was Jinn and the supposed Chosen One.

Besides, what else is there?

At some point, of course, it all comes to a head. The Rebellion will face down the evil Emperor, and Padmé Amidala and her child will be happy to take point. Anakin and Leia keep company with the nefarious sorts that are the only types to mingle with Jedi or Rebel scum, and where else would you go when you need all the pilots you can get? Shmi and Luke refuse to remain slaves, and neither of them would ever give up on family, no matter how they might have found and adopted them – and the clones will only remain slaves for so long, too. The Jedi will have to fight, because that is all that is left, and Chosen One or not, they’ll take all hands that will join with them.

The road back together is just as rocky and improbable as the family’s survival, but survive it they will.

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