#quinlan vos started a fight

[backpackingspace]

Not to be picking fights or anything but people act like anakins """""secert""""" marriage was the main issue and that if anakin could have gotten openly married (and stayed a jedi) everything would have been fine. Like sorry girlie pop the actual problem was anakin doing a massacre and his inability to admit to anything ever. Honestly anakin wasn't even the only jedi to do something like this and they had systems in place to bring the person back into the light and guided redemption programs and shit.

#Star wars #There's so much meta and nuance to start wars and it's characters #An instant nope for me in fanfics are ooh the jedi can and do get married actually anakin just didn't notice #And no hate to people who write that I'm read some really beautiful fics with that mixed it #Really not here to fight #It's just #There's a reason why the jedi teach self awareness and control so much #And it's because it's really easy to act in your grief to say things that are cruel to be cruel #“Bc the other person deserved it” #And when jedi do that (as with most magic powered people) a shit ton of people tend to die #And quiet a few jedi do mess up and act in grief and anger (just like anakin) and then kill a bunch people #See depa billaba #And quinlan Vos #The issue is that going through that would mean anakin having to face responsibility for his actions and anakin would never allow that ever #We love that funky little sociopath

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

part one two three four five six seven eight

“So you thought sacrificing a Jedi was the,” the deep breath Obi-Wan has to take to remain calm shakes through him like rolling thunder, “right choice?”

“I,” Quinlan starts and stops. Hunches his shoulders and disappears into himself. “Yes,” he whispers after a long pause.

So it wasn’t the only choice but the right one. Oh, Quin, he wants to ask, when did it start?

.

“Walk with me, Master Vos.”

Some members of the Council huff in annoyance. But once in a while he’s got to throw his weight around as Head of the Order and this is one of such times.

Yoda and Depa wear the exact same expression on their faces which, he admits, is disconcerting whenever it happens. They know what he’s doing using Quinlan’s rank rather than his name only.

Obi-Wan looks ready to protest when they push through the Council Chamber’s doors but Mace quiets him with a raised brow. Obi-Wan’s eyes bore into him, so distressed Mace can see the plans forming in his gaze should the Council come to a decision he doesn’t agree with. And then he seems to just vanish. It’s only after, when Mace looks back to the spot Obi-Wan stood, that he realizes he was watching his step for a split second and it was enough for Obi-Wan to disappear.

Shadows.

“He won’t make any…trouble,” Quinlan starts and tapers off. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “forgot who I was talking about.”

Mace nods to that, pushes Obi-Wan’s impression to Depa through their bond. She will keep an eye on him.

It’s a bit of a walk to the Room Of A Thousand Fountains. Perhaps a closer destination would have been more favorable but Quinlan is visibly on a hair trigger.

They walk in silence.

Mace doesn’t know if that’s what Quinlan needs now that he’s an adult, time to gather himself and his thoughts. Or if the quiet winds him up more.

A look behind and a gentle hand through the Force prove no further insight, and he lets it rest until they arrive.

“When I was young,” he says, crossing his legs and wiggling around until he is cushioned by grass and moss, motioning for Quinlan to do the same, “I wanted to be a Shadow.”

It has the desired effect. Grey eyes fly up to his face as the rest of Quinlan’s body topples into the moss.

“Of course, I didn’t know that’s who they were,” he continues.

Shadows had always been an open secret in the Order. It was taught to keep the knowledge about the mere existence of Shadows within the confines of the Temples. No one confirmed their identity for their own safety but knowing what to look for let him spot them.

Not an easy feat at all. One which had him believe that his observance would bring him favor once it was his time to connect with a Master.

Shadows moved differently, saw the world differently. They moved, somehow, behind the Force, through the waves of it. They observed its entirety with knowledge Mace had longed for. They connected with the Force in a way that seemed so other. They were the watchers of the Force, looking for signs of rising Darkness.

It all had seemed rather fetching, to Mace. Silent fighters against the Darkness, unacknowledged but revered. Helping in ways his youthful mind had seen as… active, during peace times. Keeping the Force in balance by rooting out the Dark.

“Master Tholme had been very, very annoyed with me,” Mace recounts to a bewildered Quinlan. “I loved the seeming theatrics of being a Shadow,” he confesses and watches in amusement as Quinlan blinks at him in disbelief, mouthing “theatrics?” to himself. “In the end, that was not the path for me.”

It had been difficult to accept that. He had struggled. But looking back it had been the right choice for him.

It had led him to Vapaad.

“I felt I was still fighting the Dark,” he explains, “by using it against itself.”

Quinlan pulls up his legs, hugs them to his chest, and Mace is reminded of the Padawan who had watched him train from the shadows. Copying his moves, trying to make them make sense for himself, before he approached Mace and asked him to teach the form. “I know you’re better than me,” he mutters into his knee.

Mace stifles the urge to interrupt and correct, and lets Quinlan say what he needs to.

“You withstood the Dark. I Fell as soon as it got hard.” He says it casually, shrugs a shoulder in defiance, but the gravity, the enormity crashes over him soon enough. Cages him in, and his eyes go wide, go blank. “I Fell.”

There’s always a moment of utter helplessness when you see someone you watched growing up, who is dear to you, shatter into pieces. Seeing Quinlan break apart like this, it tears at Mace’s heart.

He stretches out his presence in the Force. Holding out a hand in comfort should it be needed.

Quinlan latches on like a drowning man and soon Mace has his arms closed around the shaking body, sobs wrecking through Quinlan.

.

“What will the Council decide?” Quinlan asks his boots.

“There are options,” Mace offers after a second. “You can leave,” he says and holds onto his calm as Quinlan flinches. “Given your situation, we will offer the help you need. But we won’t stand in your way if you decide to leave the Order.”

He counts the choices, and the consequences. If Quinlan stays, he is forbidden from taking on a Padawan until he’s deemed stable. He will lose his place with the Shadows. No more missions. Not until the Order can trust him again at least.

“Oh, if that’s all,” Quinlan says flippantly, voice cracking around despair.

“It won’t be easy,” Mace allows, “but you know us, you know your family. Regain trust in yourself and we soon shall follow.”

.

“She wanted to know who my Master was,” Quinlan says, playing with one of the many straps hanging off his clothes. “It was the moment I woke up from what I’ve been doing.”

After killing Lora. Mace isn’t sure if Quinlan was there at the burial.

“I told her and gave her the coordinates.”

Which is a surprise to Mace. “Master Beyaz has been with the Force for three years now.”

The slightest of smirks tugs at Quinlan’s mouth. “She died after Dooku left so he doesn’t know. His intel is outdated and Ventress is on the hunt for a dead Jedi while we know exactly where she is.”

Clever boy.

#loud au #mace windu #quinlan vos #my wips

[sun-roach]

Cody: *sighs* finally some rest.

Obi-Wan: Mhhhmm *snuggles close to him* only you and me

Cody: …and your 6'3 tall kiffar friend under our bed

Obi-Wan: …*sighs* QUIIIIIIN

Quinlan: Obes!!! Took you guys long enough *gets out from under the bed just to lie down between them *

Obi-Wan:

Cody:

Quinlan: So?

Obi-Wan: …so what?!

Quinlan: Oh don’t be like that. 'There is no emotion, there is peace' *imitates his master’s voice and grins*

Obi-Wan: Oh I will give you some peace, Vos *shoves Quinlan off the bed, starting a little playful fight*

Cody: *sighs and opens his comm* Fox? You up for some drinks?

#commander cody #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #codywan #star wars tcw #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #commander fox #star wars incorrect quotes

[kcrabb88]

Kill the Lights

Chapter 8

Summary: When Obi-Wan interferes in the Fives incident, Palpatine decides he's had enough of the Jedi Master getting in the way of his attempts to corrupt The Chosen One. Obi-Wan, catching on to Palpatine's plans, goes missing. When photos and videos of Obi-Wan's torture are made public, Anakin starts to unravel. Quinlan searches the Coruscant underworld with increasing desperation. Dooku wonders if he's made the right choices. Obi-Wan, trapped and tormented, tries to reveal the truth about who the Sith lord is. Schemes come to light. Myths merge into reality. With the Republic in the clutches of a Sith, the Jedi, the clones, and their friends in the senate fight to find one of their best--and save the galaxy's guardians from extermination. Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan pays the price for sending a signal to the Jedi. Dooku's guilt eats away at him. Anakin slides down a slippery slope.

“I would like you to know, Obi-Wan, since we’ve just been reading those lovely words from Master Vos, that I was the one who set up your Kiffar to have the vision that drove him to drink. That drove him into the dark. So, really, I took him from you too, didn’t I? Just like I’ll take Anakin. One doesn’t return from the dark side once they’re in it. Not really.” 

Of course. Of course that was Palpatine. It all makes sense now and—

A shudder goes down Obi-Wan’s spine.  

Hello hello hello in that ancient tongue. Syncing synapses. Shouts from the clones. A burst of white light behind Obi-Wan's eyes. Rattling rattling rattling. The table will not stop rattling. The supply cart slides across the room and bangs against the wall. Syringes clatter and break. There might be an earthquake for all he knows. Snap. Snap snap snap. The Force collar slips off his neck and clatters to the floor. Power power power in his veins. Shooting through him. Silver spins and spins and spins around him.

Stars. Starlight. A familiar and peaceful presence pressing on his mind.

There was a shepherd up in the stars.  

#This one is intense y'all #But it's good #Kill the Lights #QuinObi #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Quinlan Vos #Padme Amidala #Anakin Skywalker #My Fic #Pro Jedi #Star Wars tag

[kanerallels]

Today's Spring Fling prompt from @monthly-challenge is Yellow! I wrote it shortly after 3x09 of The Bad Batch, and it was somewhat inspired by this post by @nimata-beroya!

It had been a full year. A year since Order 66, since the Jedi were declared betrayers and were, subsequently, massacred at the hands of their clones.

A year since Quinlan Vos’s life, so recently put back together, was torn to pieces again.

The first time, in all fairness, had been largely his fault. And he’d lost a lot then. But he’d been making things right, working for good again. He’d even been finally allowed back in the field, back fighting the Separatists.

And then. In the blink of an eye, in one order from the Chancellor— or should he say the Emperor— it was all gone. Vos had felt the lives ripped away through the Force, leaving an empty, black hole where they had been.

The Jedi were no more.

He was alive, Force only knew how. A combination of dumb luck— he’d been scouting ahead when the order went through— and skill. His stomach churned at the memory— he’d had to cut his way through too many of his men. Far too many.

And even as he set off an explosive, destroying the remains of his commander and his men, leaving behind the charred shape of his lightsaber— minus the crystal, of course— Vos couldn’t help but think of the others.

He knew Kenobi was alive, obviously. He’d gotten the message to stay away from the Temple while hunkered down in one of his hideouts in the Outer Rim, trying to figure out what the kark to do next. But the rest? Master Yoda, Master Windu? Thousands of other Jedi who he’d known, fought alongside? His own apprentice was among the dead. The painful memory lanced through him— of going to Felucia, finding the place where she fell. And then causing a huge ruckus trying to steal back her lightsaber from the troopers who’d taken it.

And then there were the clones. Vos wasn’t totally sure what had happened. And he hadn’t been with his clone commander for long. But Harrow was a solid guy, and wasn’t the type to just start shooting at you. The clones had been loyal to their generals, so something here wasn’t right. Vos’s current operating theory was that it was something to do with Dark side manipulation. Which meant Cody, Harrow, and thousands of others had been bent to the will of a Sith.

People had been hurt. People had been killed. And the only thing Vos could do about it?

Hide.

He hated it. He really, really hated it. The closest thing he had to family had been massacred, and all he was doing about it was dropping off the radar. Vos should have been fighting back.

But Kenobi had said keep your head down. And Vos tended to trust him. So he was keeping his head down. Besides, the Empire would be a tough nut to crack, even as a Jedi. Not impossible, mind. But tough.

So he’d disappeared— something he already had some practice in. Cut his hair, hid all relics of his former Jedi life, and just… blended in. Suffice to say, it was not the easiest thing he’d ever done. But Vos had picked it up eventually. Now he had a job and a tiny apartment and a grumpy neighbor, and he wasn’t dead. All very important things.

But now it had been a year since his family had been slaughtered. And things were only getting worse, and Vos was getting antsy.

So, he decided, maybe it was time to do something.

It started out when he was heading back to his apartment after work. Usually his neighbor, Traz, got home around the same time, and Vos liked to bother him for a little while. The grumpy Mirialan’s dry sense of humor reminded him a little of Obi-Wan, who he missed. A lot. So it was really hard for Vos to resist teasing him a little.

Today, when he headed up the creaky stairs to his floor, Traz was there at his apartment door, like usual. But he wasn’t unlocking the door. Instead, he was facing two stormtroopers, both carrying blasters.

Vos kept his gait casual as he approached, taking in the situation quickly. One of the troopers was talking, and Vos caught the last few words. “—provide some kind of ID soon, or you’ll be taking a trip with us to our commanding officer.”

Oooh, Vos thought. Terrifying. But when he looked at Traz’s face, it was clear his friend thought it was exactly that terrifying. His green skin was a chalkier shade than usual, and his hands were clenched into fists. “Like— like I said, I left it at work. I’ll have it soon, just—”

“Hey, there, friend,” Vos said, strolling up behind the troopers. Draping his arms around their shoulders, he gave Traz a wink. “Didn’t know it was a party— am I invited?”

Oddly, his presence didn’t seem to bring Traz much comfort. The troopers didn’t appreciate it much either. Shoving him backwards, one of them leveled a blaster at him. “Who are you?” she barked.

Holding his hands up, Vos said, “Easy there, troopers. I’m just heading home from work. The name’s Vos. What’s the problem here?” Snapping his fingers, he said, “Traz! Did you leave your ID at work again?”

A look of confusion crossed Traz’s face, which wasn’t surprising since to Vos’s knowledge, the Mirialan had never done that. He was fastidiously careful about that stuff, like Obi-Wan. Kark, I miss that guy.

“So he claims,” the other trooper said gruffly. “But he’s required to present identification. What’s your chain code?”

Panic flashed across Traz’s face, so quick that Vos only barely caught it. Ohhhhh. He doesn’t have one. Wonder how that happened. “I’m sure that’s not necessary,” he scoffed, keeping his tone cheerful and laid back. “I mean, look at the guy. He’s never broken a rule in his life.”

“This is none of your concern, citizen,” the first trooper snapped. “Go to your apartment.”

Okay, so we’re not playing nice. Time to bend the rules a little, I guess. Stepping forward quickly, Vos slipped between the stormtroopers and Traz. Blocking his friend’s view, he spread his hands. “Hey. There’s no need for all this— you don’t need his identification right now, do you?”

At the same moment, he pushed his intention through the Force. Come on. Work. Don’t let them catch me.

There was a brief pause, then the first trooper said, “There’s no need for all this.”

“We don’t need his ID right now,” the second trooper agreed. And with that, they turned and headed back down the stairs.

Releasing a sigh, Vos rolled his shoulders to release the tension. He hadn’t used the Force in public since… probably since I stole Aayla’s saber back. Oof. But kind of impressive— close to a year, and I still got it. Not bad, Quinlan. Holding back a grin, he glanced at Traz.

The Mirialan was staring at him, eyes wide. “How?” was all he said, confusion bright on his face.

Shooting him a wink, Vos said, “I won’t say anything if you won’t.”

For a minute, Traz didn’t speak. Then, he slowly nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” And with that, Vos strolled into his apartment, feeling a tiny flicker of success. He’d done something. For the first time in months, he’d done something.

Nothing else happened the next day. But the day after— his day off— someone knocked on the door in the middle of Vos’s meditations. (which he still tried to do, when not absolutely exhausted from work. He couldn’t let go of it, not after a lifetime of being a Jedi. If it put him at risk… well, at least life would be a little more interesting.)

Hopping to his feet, Vos crossed the room and opened the door. Outside stood Traz, and with him was a blue-skinned Twi’lek girl who couldn’t be more than fifteen. 

Technically, she didn’t look like Aayla. But the serious way she studied him when he opened the door almost knocked him off his feet, pain clawing at his chest as he pictured his apprentice in her place. Ow. Nope. She’s gone, and not a kid. She’s gone, Quinlan. Let it go.

Taking a quick breath and trying to pretend that he wasn’t gripping the door frame to keep himself steady, he gave them a quizzical grin. “Hi?”

“This is him?” the Twi’lek girl asked Traz. She sounded deeply skeptical, and Vos held back a laugh. Probably he should be offended, but he really couldn’t blame her. He was currently wearing lounge pants with porgs on them, and an ancient band t-shirt for someone called the Twisted Rancor Trio.

“This is him,” Traz assured her. “He saved me from getting dragged into the Imperial headquarters the other day.”

Uh-oh. “This is true,” Vos agreed. “I am a naturally charming guy like that. How is this relevant, and are you trying to sell me something? Cookies, perhaps? Because I will shell out a couple credits for cookies.”

Rolling his eyes, Traz muttered, “And now you see why I didn’t think he’d be useful.”

The Twi’lek girl, however, was smiling. “I’m not here to sell you something,” she told him. “I’m here to ask you if you want to help more people.”

One of Vos’s eyebrows shot up. “Say what now?”

“We’ve all seen the Empire doing terrible things. And we all know that what they’re doing is wrong,” she said, her voice lowering slightly. “And you acted on that. So… I’m wondering if you’d like to do that a little more often.”

Ooooooh. This was dangerous. It was probably pretty stupid, and the exact opposite of keeping his head down. But… he’d had enough of keeping his head down, and he’d done his fair share of bad. It was time to do something good.

“You better come in,” Vos told them, stepping back from the door. “Let’s talk business— anyone want some snacks?”

They did, in fact, want snacks. As they munched on the snack cakes Vos had bought a few days earlier, the Twi’lek girl— who introduced herself as Tyala— explained the situation. She and Traz knew a lot of people who didn’t have chain codes, or who were fugitives from the Empire in one way or another. Traz himself was among the group without chain codes.

“But I had to stay here,” he explained. “Tyala’s on her own, and—”

“Everyone’s pretty sure I’ll get myself arrested without someone keeping an eye on me,” Tyala said, rolling her eyes as she munched on one of the cakes. Vos noticed her nails were painted a bright shade of orange. “Although I’ve never been arrested before, unlike some people here.”

Ignoring her, Traz said, “Besides, I couldn’t turn my back on the people here.”

“Good for you,” Vos told him. “So what would I be doing?”

The duo exchanged a look. “Well,” Tyala said, “you’re a lot better at talking your way past Imperials than we are. How about escorting refugees off the planet?”

Vos grinned. “That sounds like my style.”

And that was how things began. Every so often, Traz signaled Vos that they were ready for him to sneak a group past the Empire’s eyes. From there, Vos met Tyala at an old abandoned factory and picked up the group. He’d had to scrape together enough credits to buy a ship— a rickety old freighter which just barely ran— but it was worth it to be doing something. To help families to freedom.

The other two in the group never mentioned the circumstances under which Traz had decided to recruit him, which Vos appreciated. The less they knew, the better, and they seemed to recognize that.

(they’d had one talk, he and Traz. Once, where the Mirialan had mentioned his cousin had been taken by the Empire. “My family always thought he might be… different,” he said, significance heavy on the last word. “Jedi different. And then the Empire came in and took him. We haven’t seen him since.”

Vos hadn’t said anything about it, other than a quiet “I’m sorry”. Truth be told, it was probably better they didn’t know what happened to the kid. Force knew what the Empire had cooked up for Force sensitives.)

And so things settled into a new, far more tolerable (if nerve wracking) rhythm of working, then saving people right under the Empire’s nose. A few months in, and Vos was finally getting used to things— when everything was thrown into chaos again.

It started when Traz was arrested. Vos was on his way back from a trip, adrenaline still buzzing under his skin. He was halfway up the staircase when he stopped. Because suddenly, the adrenaline wasn’t just that. It was a warning, humming through the Force.

A crowd of troopers were standing at the top of the staircase, and two more were leading Traz out of his apartment. The Mirialan made eye contact with Vos, and mouthed, Go.

For a moment, Vos hesitated. He couldn’t just leave his friend, couldn’t just let him be taken by the Empire. He knew what would happen. They both did.

But there was more at stake than just him. So Vos spun and darted back down the stairs, past the troop transport he’d completely missed. Someone shouted something at him, and Vos put on a burst of speed. It was time to disappear.

But he couldn’t do that quite yet. His go bag was stashed on his ship, and he carried some of the more important things with him at all times. But there was no way he could leave Tyala. He already hated himself for leaving Traz behind.

I’ll come back for him. But first things first, I get Tyala clear.

While it had never been clearly stated where the Twi’lek girl lived, Vos was pretty sure the abandoned factory where they met was a safe bet. She’d never really hidden the fact that she lived on her own, but without parents or an actual job, she couldn’t have an apartment.

When he made it to the factory, Tyala was waiting for him. “Traz sent a message, said he was— was compromised,” she told him, her voice hitching a little. “Is—”

“The Empire has him,” Vos said quietly, and a flash of pain went across the Twi’lek girl’s face.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Okay. Then we have to go.”

Vos’s eyebrows went up. “I… yeah, but I expected a lot more arguments about that.”

“I promised him I’d run if he got caught,” Tyala said with a shrug. “And… we’re outnumbered. The two of us couldn’t do it— could we?”

There was the slightest whisper of hope in her last words, and Vos hated himself for crushing it. “No,” he said. “We’d need more back up, and we don’t have that. Yet.”

Nodding, Tyala said, “Okay, then. Let me get my stuff.”

She disappeared into the doorway behind her, then returned a minute later with a satchel slung over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Together, the two of them headed to the spaceport, evading Imperial patrols with practiced ease. The attendant at the spaceport knew Vos well enough at this point, so it was just a matter of a few credits under the table, and in no time at all he and Tyala were headed for his ship.

As they boarded, Vos heard voices behind them. The filtered voices of stormtroopers. His heart jumped painfully in his chest, but he didn’t flinch. Casually, he hit the door control, and the ramp started to close.

“Did they spot us?” Tyala asked softly. Clearly she’d heard the troopers, too.

“Don’t think so— but let’s make tracks, just in case. Do you know how to co-pilot?”

“Not really,” Tyala confessed. “I’ve never had to.”

Shrugging, Vos said, “You’re gonna learn on the fly, then— literally. Ha, I’m hilarious.”

Tyala rolled her eyes, but she looked a little less nervous as they hurried into the cockpit. 

The takeoff went fairly smoothly. Sure, halfway through the Empire noticed and tried to tell them to stop, but Vos had chosen his spaceport carefully. By the time they had TIEs in the air, the freighter was through the atmosphere, and Vos was splitting his attention between watching the radar and showing Tyala how to complete calculations for hyperspace.

And then they’d made it, and a weight eased off of Vos’s chest. Sitting back in his chair, he let out a long sigh. “Nice job, kid.”

“Thanks,” Tyala said, her voice quiet. Vos shot a glance at her, watched her fidgeting with the strap of her satchel, yellow painted nails startlingly bright against the dull fabric.

“Hey,” he said. “We’ll go back for him. We just need to find some backup, and come up with a plan.”

“Where are we going to find either of those?” Tyala asked.

“Well, the plan comes from my genius level intellect. The backup… I still have friends out there somewhere.” Hopefully. “Just give it some time,” Vos assured her. “Traz will be out in no time. Now, you want something to eat?”

Tyala, looking slightly less worried, nodded, and Vos headed into the small galley. Their supplies were dwindling, to say the least, and it took a little digging to unearth something edible. But eventually, he came back to the cockpit, an odd assortment of canned fruit and crackers piled in his arms.

When he strolled through the door, Tyala was sitting on the floor, the contents of her satchel spread out in front of her. “Just making sure I have everything,” she explained.

“Smart,” Vos said, dropping down across from her with a grunt. Setting down the food, he glanced at the small array of items. Some he expected— three bottles of nail polish, in varying stages of nearly empty, a vibroblade tucked in a sheath, a spare set of clothing.

There was also a holodisk, a datapad with a cracked screen, something wrapped in pale blue cloth, and a piece of stormtrooper armor. Vos frowned at the last one— the pauldron was cleaved cleanly in half. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding at it.

“Oh— I found it on this Imperial transport on Pantora,” Tyala explained. “Traz and I kind of had to steal it to escape some Imps before you showed up. It was super weird— we thought it would be hard, but all the troopers were gone. This was all that was left.”

“Can I?” Vos asked, and she nodded. “That is weird,” he mused, reaching for the shard of armor. “It’s cleanly cut— almost looks like a—”

His hand closed around the armor, and—

“Stop her!” the panicked shouts of his fellow troopers echoed almost as loud as the blaster fire they directed at their target. Scrambling backwards, he wished— not for the first time— that he’d never signed up for the Imperial Army, that he’d told his girlfriend goodbye properly, that he’d stood up to his commander when she’d ordered them to kill their prisoners, that he hadn’t gone into work this morning—

The two troopers to his left fell, and he had a good look at what was attacking them for the first time. His first thought was that it had to be a ghost, or a creature risen from the depths of the snow around them. Her skin was bone white, but dark gray lines crackled across it in jagged patterns. She was dressed in dark clothing, and the yellow saber she carried glowed against the armor of his companions and the snow.

The saber carved an arc towards him, and he jerked to the side at the last minute. Pain exploded through him, and a chunk of his pauldron clattered to the ground.

“Please,” he gasped. “I didn’t want to—”

“Then you should have grown a spine,” she growled. “Then you should have spoken up against it, and been shot rather than follow an order so vile.”

“I know,” he whispered, and he did. He hated what he’d done, and there was nothing he could do to make it right. So he closed his eyes, and waited for the end to come.

Only it didn’t. And it didn’t. And it didn’t, until finally, he looked up tentatively. The ghost woman was studying him, her expression impassive. Then it twisted with irritation, and she muttered a curse under her breath. “Fine,” she bit out. “You’re going to live.”

“I— I am?”

“Oh, don’t look so excited. You’re going to help me to pay off those debts. And don’t try and thank me, it’s not my first choice. But…” a trace of what looked oddly like sadness crossed her face. “I know someone who’d want me to make this choice.”

“Vos? Vos, are you okay?”

Vos blinked unsteadily. He was on his side, clutching the piece of armor so tightly it dug into his palm. Tyala was crouched over him, concern bright in her eyes. “What happened?” she asked.

Vos opened his mouth to answer, but instead, he started laughing. He couldn’t help it, even with the terror the trooper had felt still buzzing through his bones. Because he knew the woman in the vision.

She’s dead, he thought giddily. There’s no way. I brought her home myself. But it had been very clear to him that he hadn’t understood everything about Dathomir, or their ways.

And the woman carrying the yellow saber had been, unmistakably, Asajj Ventress. The former Sith assassin turned bounty hunter. The woman who had sacrificed her life for him. The woman he’d fallen in love with.

“Vos?” Tyala was watching him with great concern.

Sitting up, Vos grinned at her. “I’m fine.”

“Cool. What the kark was that?”

“Psychometry,” he told her, opening his hand and staring at the piece of armor. “I can sense memories— echoes, really— in inanimate objects. Things the owner left behind, if it’s a personal object. Or, you know, a really strong memory.”

“And… this one was?” Tyala guessed.

Nodding, Vos said, “Oh, yeah. And there’s good news about it, too. I think I know where we can find that backup I mentioned.”

Well. He didn’t know exactly where. But Ventress was alive, against all odds, and he knew where to start looking. Luckily, she made quite an impression, so it might not be too hard.Even if it was? Well, Vos didn’t give up easily. I’m on my way, Ventress, he thought. I promise.

#springfling2024 #tcw #tbb #quinlan vos #asajj ventress #vostress #(sort of) #dark disciple #dark disciple spoilers #tbb spoilers #original characters #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[david-talks-sw]

Final thought on Tales of the Jedi (I hope):

When it comes to the retcons or the content overall... I think there's one more thing to keep in mind:

The description on Disney Plus defines these episodes as "parables".

And during the announcement of Tales of the Jedi, when Dave Filoni talked, about these episodes he apparently referred to them as "a series of tone poems".

Months ago, a member of the editorial staff tweeted that these are simplified versions of bigger stories, just like the story in junior novelizations "focus on small, more easily digestible moments rather than the whole story". He also added that:

The episode The Sith Lord is "not meant to be the entirety of that story" but rather a "brief glimpse at a couple of moments".

The last Ahsoka episode is also just a "simplified" 15-minute adaptation of the novel Ahsoka. It's not meant to be the FINAL and ONLY version of that story.

Like, these weren't made with the words "canon" or "BBY" in mind, beyond Matt Martin making sure that the chronology lined up, in Dooku's case (although now we gotta accept that Mace was a Master at, like, 24).

They're stories Dave Filoni came up with on a whim because he saw how awesome the Bad Batch looked, visually, and was like "I want me some of that!"

"I saw what Brad Dunn and Athena [Portillo] were doing in Bad Batch, and how good the show looked… I’m like “well, I wanted that in Clone Wars!” Why does it look like now—- NOW? Mine look like Atari 2600, when it started. Now, you got snow and trees and I’m like “so I’m gonna write something so I can play with those toys.” That’s how it happened!"

During the panel, he also added they're stories he wrote while he was in lockdown during COVID or flying back and forth while filming The Mandalorian.

These aren't meant to be replacements or retcons. They're not meant to be "the ultimate definitive version of how events transpired".

They're art.

They're the streaming equivalent of short films you'd see in a film festival. And they are fucking beautiful. The visuals, the colors, the fights, the emotions, the performances, the RHYMES... all of it. Just marvelous!

The only things that stopped me from giving the show a 10/10 is out-of-universe pet peeves that messed with my suspension of disbelief (like Filoni essentially cramming Ahsoka into everything he's involved in, or his blatantly biased stance on the Prequel Jedi, and his consequentially 2-dimensional depiction of them).

So, really, nothing to do with the quality of the actual episodes, themselves.

Hopefully in the next season, my boy Quinlan Vos gets some time in the spotlight with Asajj Ventress! Maybe Mace gets his own episodes, maybe Luminara and Luke & Ben Solo too?

[illuminatedquill]

Shin Hati vs Sabine Wren:

Sharpen the Blade

So.

Let’s talk about them.

Now, as a disclaimer: I’m firmly in favor for a Sabine and Ezra pairing.

Speaking from my POV as someone who did not ship them during Rebels, watching the trailers for Ahsoka and then seeing the actual show definitely gave me vibes that things had changed for both of them.

So, I am a convert and standing with the good ship Sabezra.

. . . But, I do see the appeal of Sabine and Shin. I’m not blind. I get it.

Filoni loves some good parallels in his Star Wars. I’ve posted before how Sabine is presented as very similar to Anakin in this series; she’s a huge emotional mess, absolutely driven to succeed at her goal, stubborn, loyal to a fault, loves fiercely and fights just the same. She’s a warrior, through and through.

And, also like Anakin, she damned the galaxy for a chance to save a loved one.

So, if Sabine is being set up to be Anakin, then what role will Shin be playing in her life?

Well, let’s look to the past and re-visit another female dark side user that frequently crossed blades with Anakin Skywalker - Asajj Ventress.

A brief history for her: Set up as a rival to Anakin, she gave him that infamous scar on his face. Ventress wasn’t quite a Sith, despite her desire to be one.

She was trained by a Jedi Master, who died at the hands of the criminals he was fighting. She succumbed to the dark side and ended up ruling over them for a time. That went sideways sometime later and then Count Dooku found her and started training Ventress in the dark side of the Force.

Count Dooku was a former Jedi. Baylan Skoll was a former Jedi. Do you see what I’m getting at?

Dooku later abandoned her and she sought revenge on her former master. She spent the rest of the Clone Wars trying to find her place, keeping ahead of Dooku, and sometimes helping Obi-Wan, Anakin, and even Ahsoka when their interests coincided.

Eventually, at the end of the Clone Wars, she met Jedi Master Quinlan Vos. They fell in love but, during an assassination attempt on Dooku, Vos was captured and tortured, resulting in his fall to the dark side. Ventress rescued him and redeemed him, only for Dooku to kill her while doing so.

Her redemption of Quinlan Vos and subsequent sacrifice in doing so led her to being honored by the Jedi as a true friend.

I’m sure after reading some of this, you can see similarities between Ventress and Shin. Both were initially power-hungry but, really, they were just looking for a place to belong.

Despite being a rival to Anakin, Ventress had a more interesting relationship with Obi-Wan. They had to pair up more than a few times during the Clone Wars.

Remember the scene where Ahsoka tells Shin that they can help her? How scared and confused she looks before running off. Baylon had just abandoned her and the enemy was offering her a place to stay.

My personal belief is that Shin is clearly being set up to be a more personal rival to Sabine, but I think if Filoni is really intent on giving a redemptive arc, then it should be the Ahsoka/Shin interactions we should be looking out for.

Not to say that Shin and Sabine wouldn’t be as interesting. Ahsoka replaces Baylon as a mentor, but she also needs a friend. I see them as maintaining the rivalry, but losing the “I want to murder you” edge from their battles.

Rivals are great foils for a protagonist. Ever since Sabine met Shin, her combat skills have improved dramatically. I feel like they could really push each other to greater heights in their abilities and understanding of one another.

Rivals can also teach you things about yourself that a mentor couldn’t. As a dark sided user, maybe Shin could recognize the growing signs of darkness in Sabine and maybe try to point it out to her. Which would be a great step in their journey towards becoming friends.

And . . . maybe something more.

Filoni would have to do it justice, though. It would be great to have a powerful recurring antagonist - not a villain, an antagonist - who slowly realizes over time that they’re fighting for the wrong side.

Or he could have Shin go full fledged dark, which would also be riveting to watch. I’ve already said that she could be an excellent foil for Sabine, but she could also serve as a dark mirror for the young Jedi.

He has to do it right, which means giving it the proper screen-time. Which, I don’t know if he can. He’s already got a lot of spinning plates in the air for a theoretical season two.

One thing’s for sure: Shin is the wild card for this show. Very excited to see what happens next and where she and Sabine take this rivalry.

#sabine wren #shin hati #asajj ventress #wolfwren #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #ahsoka #star wars #star wars rebels #I’m still rooting for Ezra and Sabine #But this would also be cool #Filoni just needs to do the work

[fanfic-obsessed]

Dimensional Slide

Hold onto your hats folks, this one gets a little weird. 

It starts in a world very much like canon.  Order 66, the death of the Jedi, Anakin's fall, splitting the twins, the works.  About five years after the end of the clone wars, through a series of unfortunate events; first Owen and Beru Lars, then Bail and Breha Organa both die within a few months of each other. 

Obi Wan takes Luke to the stars, without the Lars there is no reason to remain on Tatooine (Obi Wan still believes Anakin to be dead. They had only hid Luke on the desert world because he had family there and because Obi Wan was not fit to raise anyone at the end of the clown wars).  A few months later Leia is smuggled to Obi Wan by the Rebellion (Specifically Quinlan Vos who had guessed as to who Leia is). 

Now that the background is established we fast forward 10 years.  In those 10 year Obi Wan discovers the information about the chips, but unfortunately discovers this in the same breath that he found out Cody died in a suicide run (believing that he had killed Obi Wan, he took with him the remains of the 212th, four companies of post war storm troopers, and an even dozen inquisitors. He had been planning it for nearly three years).  He discovers who Vader is. The twins call him father and have developed into slightly paranoid, feral balls of pure light who are even more protective of Obi Wan than Obi Wan is of them.  Yoda has made it known to members of the Rebellion that he believes that one or both of the twins is the ‘chosen one’ and their only hope.  Obi Wan is not sure if he actually buys into the prophecy, but will not let anyone put that kind of pressure on his children(which is one of the reasons that they do not stay in one place for very long).

Luke, Leia, and Obi Wan are on a deserted world. On this deserted world with an old force temple, old enough that the exact faith is unknown, Leia touches an artifact.  It takes all three of them and plops them into an alternate timeline, in the Room of a Thousand Fountains in the Coruscant temple. 

In this alternate timeline, Anakin Skywalker never returned to Tatooine. It changes surprisingly little about the war itself, or the beginning of his slide into darkness. What it does is make Obi Wan a bigger irritant to Palpatine (as this Obi Wan and Anakin do not have the same weight of secrets tearing them apart), big enough that Order 66 is activated for the 212th early.  Early enough that this Obi Wan is killed by his Commander, shot in the back even before the Jedi Council confront Palpatine.  The breaking of their bond was enough of a shock to Anakin’s system that it halts his descent into darkness before it truly begins.  With Anakin’s help they are able to take Palpatine alive, and he sits rotting in a specially made prison, as death is considered too good for him. 

The stress sent Padme into early labor. In this world Padme survived but the twins did not. The process of saving Padme left her unable to have any more children.  The twins and Obi Wan were the only casualties of Order 66 and its aftermath.  

Any one of these events should have broken their relationship and for a time it did. Padme and Anakin divorced, got back together, remarried, and repeated the cycle no less than three times in the first five years after Clone Wars ended.  Eventually they were able to build something healthy and long lasting.  They have found that, as a couple, they are much healthier when they live apart, with lives that diverge almost completely save for a 5 week period every 4 months (5 weeks being the maximum that they can live with each other before the fighting begins).  Padme continues to be a senator for Naboo, remaining on Coruscant most of the time. Anakin continues to take missions as a Jedi, but his main job (upon gaining stability of his own) is to take missions with the 212th(generally rebuilding or rescue), with help from the 501st. It started as a way of keeping them stable, as none of them (particularly Cody) took Obi Wan’s death well. It evolved over time into a specialized unit, associated with but not fully tied to the Jedi or the Senate, who handle the most dangerous search and rescue and reconstruction after planetary disasters or wars. Though each member of the unit has found both joy and satisfaction in the job itself, it is well known that the idea of the unit is dedicated to their lost general. 

It is into this world, 15 years after the end of the Clone wars, that Obi Wan, Luke and Leia are dropped. The shift knocks Obi Wan out (as these stories always seem better if Obi Wan is unconscious at the first meet and greet), leaving Luke and Leia awake, aware and 100% unwilling to be separated from their father for even a moment. They will not give any of their names and are distressingly frantic over the fact that Obi Wan won’t wake. Like the ground around them is buckling as their force use is fueled by their worry kind of frantic. The twins do not know where Coruscant is (as in their world it is called Imperial Center), or believe that this is a Jedi temple (as to them the Jedi are dead). Fifteen years has been long enough that Obi wan is not recognized on sight, compounded by the fact that none of the people who found them were especially close with Obi wan. 

After a time the trio are brought to Healing Halls. Vokara Che is the first to see Obi Wan and blink, almost dismissing the possibility that he was anything other than a look alike, because Obi Wan Kenobi is fifteen years dead. However, she is thorough in her examination, including a genetic scan for all three. There is a gathered crowd of healers, coming to gawk at twins (who still looked about 1 moment from attacking with their teeth), when she gets the results.   Che has to sit on the floor for a moment when she reads who the genetic matches for all three of them are (by technicality the twins lived for 35 and 58 seconds, respectively,  which is just long enough to have their genetic code entered into the system). 

At that point the Master Che insists that the council be called, after she verifies that the only thing wrong with Obi Wan is Force exhaustion and that there is nothing wrong with the twins at all. 

Though Obi Wan remains unconscious though these first interactions, the twins (Luke specifically, because in this world where the twins were raised by Obi Wan; Leia is has the need to act of all three of her parents, while Luke has their diplomacy) are able to tell the council enough that they can guess what had happened.  Such an event is not common, but it is also not rare enough to be unknown. 

The council had contacted many of Obi Wan’s old friends, to tell them who had been found. When this version of Quinlan Vos arrives, the twins relax slightly as they had at least met him before. Obi Wan wakes up just as Anakin, followed by Cody, Rex, Ahsoka, and Padme, crashes through the doors to the healing halls. He does not react well, barely awake and trying to push his children behind him, to protect them.  He is a growling panicked, all but feral mess. 

For a moment we leave this scene for the original universe. Yoda and several other surviving Jedi had known the moment that the twins left the timeline. They risk a meeting and convince Quinlan Vos to investigate. He begins to make his way toward the deserted planet, all the while questioning when the universe decided to place all their hopes in two teenagers. 

Back with the new timeline, it has taken hours to calm everyone down enough to convince Obi Wan that 1)this wasn’t some kind of trick or hallucination, 2) He and his kids really had shifted timelines, and 3) they were safe, and did not need to fight or escape (it really was only luck that there was only property damage at that point). 

There is a deep, almost unending well of awkwardness on both sides. It is made up of living guilt, both deserved and not (for surviving, for dismemberment, for a shot that killed one man and saved the galaxy, for the inability to strike a final blow that doomed it, for a Fall that all parties that remember it blame themselves for), the desperate longing of all present to cling to these living images of the people they lost contrasting with the unshakeable reality of 15 years between them (even the twins had heard enough of Obi Wan’s stories of all these people that they want to know these walking, talking memories), and pulsing under all of it (popping up with a depressing speed, as there are too many practical souls in the room) is the heart shredding knowledge that they would be separated again, when Obi Wan and his twins returned to their own timeline. 

It is the twins that ease the tension in those first few days, after they reassured themselves that their father was alright.  For the people in the new timeline, the twins that died in childbirth were not wholly people, they were a potential but there are no real memories that are attached to them. So there are not as many expectations on how they would act and react as there were with Obi Wan. And though they had met variations on some of these people (Rex, Ahsoka, Vos), for most all they have is stories. 

In the original timeline Vos continues to seek the planet and temple where Obi Wan and the twins vanished. It is common knowledge amongst the rebellion that the twins have vanished. Through his travels we see some of the Rebels give up, with the ‘Chosen One’ gone. Others redouble their efforts. For a small percentage the disappearance has had no real effect.  It makes Vos deeply uncomfortable to see and realize how much of the Rebellion had largely been in a holding pattern waiting for the Skywalker twins to grow old enough to help them break free. 

There are many discussions in the new timeline, forgiveness is given (for limbs taken, for a killing shot, for different lives taken though the same childbirth) whether it should be needed or not.  Eventually nothing is left unsaid. Obi Wan feels safe for the first time in 15 years. His twins get to know their biological parents as well as the extended family that should have been theirs. They even take time to go meet both the Organa’s and the Lars’.  Cody and Obi Wan begin a romantic relationship, the relationship they had both wanted during the war (Obi Wan had been hesitant, but Cody had asked if denying themselves would make leaving easier. It wouldn’t). Everyone is very aware that any day might be the end point (they tracked down the artifact, it would need to be activated from the original universe’s end but the nature of the artifact would draw someone to activate it). 

Eight months after Obi Wan and the twins drop into their lives, Vos of the original timeline finds the artifact. He takes his time to learn about the artifact before activating it, possibly knowing more than anyone else alive. He uses it to first view where Obi Wan and the twins had been dropped, observing them for a day; he sees their happiness, sees Obi Wan actually living for the first time since Order 66. Vos makes a decision. He opens the portal, enough for him to speak face to face with the people on the other side. He chooses his moment well, as Obi Wan and the twins are gathered with members of the 212, Obi Wan’s crechemates, the Skywalkers, and assorted others. 

It’s the other Vos that notices the portal first. To the credit of everyone present, they all get pretty much immediately what the portal means. Obi Wan asks the original timeline Vos if they have time to say goodbye. Vos shugs and says that they are going to have all the time in the world, there is no way Vos will let any of them through (a quirk of the artifact, once the connection between worlds is broken twice, once in the initial use and once to return, it cannot be establish again). Obi Wan starts to object but Vos says ‘Hey, if you can tell me you have any reason to come back except for some overblown sense of duty to a prophecy you don’t even believe in and I will stand aside.’ 

Obi Wan can’t and the original Vos’s sharp grin softens, and he tells Obi Wan ‘You deserve to live, not just survive’ then he very deliberately looks at his other self and says ‘take care of our brother, yeah, he’s kinda bad at it’. The other Vos nods and the portal is closed. 

In the original timeline Vos destroys the artifact for good measure. Then he leaves to start building a better future. Incidentally this is made much easier as the minute the portal closes for good, Vader drops dead. Ironically it had been his latent bond with Obi Wan that had kept him alive all these years, and when the connection between the timelines was cut, so was the bond. 

In the new timeline things begin to settle again. Care is taken to ensure Obi Wan and the twins are given space that is shaped just for them, instead of trying to fill the space for the dead.  Much therapy is solicited (For nearly a decade after they arrive, so many of the dimensional traveling trio and their assorted friends and family each had their own dedicated therapist, who in turn had their own therapist).   

And they all found something like happiness. 

#star wars prequels #story ideas #star wars the clone wars #order 66 #Order 66 happened differently #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #codywan #sheev palpatine #star wars #star wars au #fanfiction prompt #mentions of stillbirth #Mentions of genocide #dimension travel #quinlan vos #commander cody #padme skywalker #anidala #healthy relationships #unhealthy relationships #Anakin Skywalker did not fall #darth vader #luke skywalker #leia organa #Obi Wan raises the twins #mentioned suicide

[nicolabarth]

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So ... I write fanfic occasionally. You can find me on AO3 as YouCan’tKeepMeDown.

Currently I’m only writing Star Wars related things. That might change again. I’m not gonna list every oneshot, but here a the big projects:

Ending the War (Finished)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

Technically Obi-Wan is supposed to hide on Tatooine and have an eye on young Luke Skywalker. But he's been fighting a war for so long, he doesn't know how to stop. One more small mission can't hurt, right?

Rage and Hope (Finished)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

After delivering the twins to their new families, Obi-wan starts to lose all purpose. He start to drift and ends up at a slave market fighting arena fight. This is where Maul finds him.

Casual (Series) (Finished)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

Obi-wan start hooking up on space tinder before the sequels and then they never stop running into each other. Maul doesn’t get cut in half by Obi-wan in this. There’s a lot of porn.

A Step in Between (finished)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Cody/Darth Maul

When Cody gets stuck in a prison cell with Maul of all people, he tries to make the best of it. Even when the Sith figures out that Cody has feelings for his Jedi General and can't leave that fact alone.

Sithywan Polycule AU (Series) (ongoing)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Obi-wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos, Obi-wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress, Obi-wan Kenobi/Commander Cody, Darth Maul/Quinlan Vos, Darth Maul/Asajj Ventress, Quinlan Vos/Asajj Ventress, Quinlan Vos/Commander Cody

Obi-wan falls to the dark side and becomes Emperor with the help of his polycule. Shenanigans ensue.

Cage Fighter AU (ongoing)

Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Savage Opress/Asajj Ventress

Hondo gets the brilliant idea to capture Sith and Jedi alike and make them fight each other in cage matches.

Darth Victus (Series) (ongoing)

Sith!Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

Obi-wan falls to the dark side during the battle on Naboo and makes Maul his apprentice.

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[jewishcissiekj]

Hey um. Here's the thing. The Clone Wars movie but. Asajj is a Jedi Master. Don't ask me how or why. Quinlan Vos is Dooku's assasain/Sith apperantice. Asajj is on Christophsis with Obi-Wan and Anakin. Her new padawan is about to arrive. She (Ahsoka) arrives. Ahsoka says Yoda sent her to be Anakin's padawan. Asajj doesn't get it. Obi-Wan is smirking in the background. Anakin also doesn't like this. He says he doesn't need a Padawan. Said Padawan and Anakin go to take down the Separatist shield generator anyway. Asajj and Obi-Wan go to negotiate with the Separatist General. Anakin and Ahsoka take down the generator like they do in Canon. Asajj & Obi-Wan fight the Separatists. Ahsoka tells them they need to go find Jabba's son or however it happens. They go together, but Asajj is also there. Everything goes the same as it does in the movie (Quinlan filling Asajj's place) but Asajj and Anakin argue much more. Until the landing platform scene where Quinlan now is starting to cut through the door. They see the Twilight. Asajj tells Anakin and Ahsoka to run with Rotta the Hutt while she holds Quinlan back (yeah Quinlan has a homoerotic fight with Obi-Wan first). They (Ahsoka & Anakin) go to Tatooine. All that shit happens. Asajj, Anakin, and Ahsoka go before the council to figure out what happened with the Padawan mismatch. Asajj really doesn't like Anakin. She tells the council he isn't responsible enough to have a Padawan etc. Anakin agrees yet he already bonded with Ahsoka so he doesn't know what to think about it. Asajj is hellbent on having Ahsoka as her Padawan basically. The council asks them both to exit the room so they can ask Ahsoka privately. Ahsoka has no idea bc she bonded with both of them. The council decided to do something that has been rarely done in Jedi history and let her be the Padawan of them both. Because it's war and weird things are happening anyway. Asajj and Anakin have to deal with it. It's funny as fuck. Workplace comedy. Romantic comedy but not romantic. The Clone Wars is much better. They're all idiots. Boom. Just made TCW interesting for myself.

#daily asajj thought of the day #it would be so funny you don't understand #asajj ventress #ventress #disaster lineage #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #sw #star wars #star wars au #sw au #star wars the clone wars #wrote this instead of sleeping #the clone wars movie #tcw movie #the concept of ahsoka as asajj's padawan has been stuck in my mind #it would be so funny #i already said that #like two times #i've thought about this au so much already #i would write a fic if i didn't have two asajj wips i was actually planning on continuing #they would hate each other #so much #this might only be appealing to me but it's extremely appealing to me

[ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing]

Team 8 CWBB 2022 Masterpost: I Don't Want to Imagine a World Where We Don't Collide

Hello All!

It's been a long six months in the making but team eight is finally ready to show you what we've all been working on! I was paired with the amazing @journen, @littledumplingwrites, & @reaalikaasu with a special appearance from @punkascas for a bonus piece for the preview!

It was wonderful to work with everyone and I really hope that you enjoy the fic and the art that we've all been working on! Everyone did amazing and I really think that everything blends beautifully! A huge shoutout to the artists whose art is better than anything I could ever hope to create.

Here's the Masterpost:

I Don't Want to Imagine a World Where We Don't Collide

by MusicSoul1982 w/ Art from Journen, Littledumplingwrites, Reaalikaasu, & PunkasCas

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rating: Explicit

Tags

CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Brief Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Timelines

Order 66 Happened Differently (Star Wars)

Minor Character Death

Angst with a Happy Ending

Hurt/Comfort

Established Relationship

Wish AU

Top Obi-Wan Kenobi

Bottom CC-2224 | Cody

Concussions

Shower Sex is Dangerous

you have to suffer for your happy ending

Summary:

Cody had never heard the term 'Be Careful What You Wish For'.

Now he wished he had.

Obi-Wan and Cody are figuring out their relationship after the war, one step at a time. But learning how to be lovers instead of general and solider isn't easy.

During a fight, Cody makes a wish that Obi-Wan would forget him so that they could start again.

When he wakes up and Obi-Wan doesn't know him as anything more than a one-night-stand while Cody is still painfully in love with him, Cody is stuck between making Obi-Wan fall in love with him all over again or living without him forever.

MusicSoul1982 Tumblr | Ao3

PunkasCas Tumblr | Ao3

Journen Tumblr | Ao3

Littledumpling Tumblr | Ao3

Reaalikaasu Tumblr | Ao3

Find the Fic by me on Tumblr | Ao3

Preview Piece from PunkasCas Tumblr

Find Journen's piece on Tumblr | Ao3

Find LittleDumpling's piece on Tumblr | Ao3

Find Reaalikaasu's piece on Tumblr | Ao3

A special thanks to @codywanbigbang for putting together this event! You guys are always fantastic and it was an awesome way to bring everyone together!

#cwbb2022 #codywan #codywan fanfic #codywan fanart #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fan art #commander cody #obi wan kenobi

[matchademi]

Lyra

She was knight for about two years before the war started

She was a shadow like Quinlan Vos, but she decided she wanted to work with the clones

She has almost fallen quite a few times but always manged to pull herself back to the light

She almost punched Lix a few times when they were first trying to understand eatchother

She is incredibly charming and almost flirtatious but will hurt someone if they touch her

She feels responsible for every single one of her mens deaths

She can't stand the senate for using the Jedi and Clones like pawns

She lost a really close friend in the first battle of the war

Once her and Lix got along better they fight together seamlessly they are amazing at weapon switches

She didn't realise she was in love till it finally smacked her in the face

She is a pretty good healer , and the medics are great full for that since she can help Lix

She loves trying new food and constantly will talk to her battalion about all the places she traveled too

She has a green lightsaber but it's almost a sage green

She will over use the force a LOT to the chargen of Lix

She asked Lix out first and tackled him to the ground when he said yes

She has been tempted to run away with him, but she knows she needs to stay and finish the fight

She has knocked down every single commander she has spared within 10 minutes

#jedi oc lyra #clone captain lix #jedi oc #clone trooper oc #star wars #the clone wars

[incorrect-quotes-of-sw]

Coruscant Guard Office

Fox: [Walks in with his arm in a cast.]

Stone: Oh no. What happened?

Fox: Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.

Thire: Yeah, Force Stone, back off. Leave the guy alone. [Leans around desk to watch Fox walk into his office and close the door behind him. Drops into a whisper when door closes and starts gesturing with his hands.] Alright, everybody, huddle up. Everybody, bring it in, bring it in.

Thire: So he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.

Thorn: He’s in a Fight Club.

Thire: No. He did it to himself doing something he’s embarrassed by. Like smiling. The only question is how do you hurt your arm smiling?

Quinlan: Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist in playing little league grav ball.

Thorn: Cadet’s grav ball?

Stone: Don’t encourage him Thorn. It makes Vos think he works here if you engage.

Quinlan: [Ignoring Stone.] Yeah. Much more violent then the adult games. A bunch of feral Jedi kids with Force powers getting to enact violence on each other for the first time.

Fox: Attention everyone. I can hear you speculating on the nature and origin of my injury from my office. I tripped over an uneven sidewalk. I did not think it was relevant to your jobs. The jobs which you should all be doing. Right. Now. Get to work. Vos leave. 

Guard: [Disperses.]

Fox: [Approaches Thire.] Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?

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Kill the Lights

Chapter 6

Summary: When Obi-Wan interferes in the Fives incident, Palpatine decides he's had enough of the Jedi Master getting in the way of his attempts to corrupt The Chosen One. Obi-Wan, catching on to Palpatine's plans, goes missing. When photos and videos of Obi-Wan's torture are made public, Anakin starts to unravel. Quinlan searches the Coruscant underworld with increasing desperation. Dooku wonders if he's made the right choices. Obi-Wan, trapped and tormented, tries to reveal the truth about who the Sith lord is. Schemes come to light. Myths merge into reality. With the Republic in the clutches of a Sith, the Jedi, the clones, and their friends in the senate fight to find one of their best--and save the galaxy's guardians from extermination. Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan endures more torture at the hands of his grandmaster. Anakin slowly breaks down. Quinlan's search grows difficult. Palpatine grows intrigued by his captive.

“That Kiffar brute is a liar down to the core of himself.” Dooku continues as if Obi-Wan said nothing. “The best undercover agents are, and fool though he is, he did manage to deceive even me. The first time he ever told me the truth was when I mentioned you. That was when I knew I’d been had. That was when I knew I’d been had by you specifically. The light went back into Vos’ body when I said you know Obi-Wan Kenobi, do you not? In that moment, Vos revealed himself. I let him go to test my theory, and he ran right to you, didn’t he? He’s in love. You’re just desire and deception. You wanted Vos, but you needed a reason for wanting him. So, you had him and used him.”

Dooku’s words poke and prod a vulnerable, private part of Obi-Wan that he isn’t sure he could name. A place somewhere next to the memory of Qui-Gon that he keeps beneath his ribs. His childhood. His Padawan years.

Dooku lunges forward and grasps Obi-Wan’s face. Hard.

“Your failures just keep mounting, don’t they, my grand-Padawan?” Dooku sneers, and the sneer draws out Obi-Wan’s well-kept anger. “Your master, dead. Your Padawan, an unmanageable brat. Hundreds of dead Jedi suffering for your stupidity. Your little plaything, tortured. I should have known then, when Vos walked into my front entryway, that your stink was all over him. That you wrapped him around your little finger and then sent him to die. And what did that even accomplish other than some information about a hyperspace lane? Was that worth it to you?”

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[targaryenismuses]

Raquelle Jobal Naberrie

Born: 22 BBY

Fandom: Star Wars Oc

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

She was born one of the

lasts heirs to the throne of Mandalore. Growing up as the

secret child of her parents,

however didn't last long.

Due to a trader giving her identity to the new formed government The Galactic Empire.

Only having a normal childhood for

two years, she barely remembered.

Her new life began on the planet Tatooine in hiding with her mother.

Having a simple life of home schooling like every child would go

through. Also she was to be trained

as a Jedi like her mother before her.

Wanting to keep her Mandalorian

Culture alive her mother made sure she fought like one too.

This however made Ricki fight rough and used her emotions more during

combat. Causing a fear of her falling to the dark side in her. Due to her mother, Reina, being extra protective over her. It made It made the young Naberrie a trouble

marker. She'd always sneak out and

rob new travelers of extra credits in their pockets.

Ricki used the extra

credits to help her mother pay for

bills, food, clothes, etc. She just lied

and said she got a job helping the Lars with their farm work. No one

on the dust bowl of the planet was

looking to hire a scrawny teenager

unless she wanted to go work for

the Hutts. Believe the force, she

wishes she could run her fist

through the whole Hutt

Clans.

With the force on her side, she never got caught by the wrong person. She just got caught by her mother one night when she found out Ricki never had a job. The two broke out into a fight that changed their relationship. She went to her room and her mind was just running. Her mother was holding her back. She was powerful could take on anyone or anything in the galaxy. She could be the change the galaxy needed.

Early the next morning, Ricki was on the transport and off the transport and off the planet to Coruscant.

She was 16 and alone.

While on the run she ran into an

order 66 survior named Quinlan

Vos, he gave her the chance to stay

with him for a week. Soon it became

3 weeks, 4 weeks then it became a whole year.

They bounty hunted

together and he taught her more about the force. He became like a

big brother to her. Vos endded up

leaving her behind on a job, where

he said he would come back for her.

He never did. So she had to fight for

herself. That night she was arrested for crimes against the Empire. She had a small trial and was to be sent to do mining work on Llum. However, her punished was changed to maintenance work.

She worked on a Star Destroyer in the lower levels for about a month until she was saved by a group of

undercover rebels. From there she

was taken to the Massassi Outpost

on Yain 4. Where she was asked for

any information. She gave small things she knew and new codes she

learned form small talks with the

officers.

Ricki felt a connection to of

the man who rescued her.

He later introduced himself as her father.

At first she wanted nothing to do with him as time passed she learned they shared some of the same hobbies. The two tried to make up for lost time.

Ricki started helping the Rebellion,

doing small work for Bail Organa.

She became his spy.

Getting sent to take down threats that might think of joining the Empire.

She took down worthless men or women who were slave owners.

Freeing the slaves. She was given the nickname 'The Kere' (kere is huttese for killer of evil) by the people.

Later, she

worked for Leia Organa for when

she needed something done but

couldn't at her hands dirty or to

find more Intel on the empire. Even

working with the Ghost

Crew at times.

After the fall of the first

Death Star, she reconnected with her mother. The two rebuilt their relationship together and after the war together and after the war she

followed her mother to try and rebuild Mandalore.

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Do you think the Star Wars universe could handle a story with gray morality, where good and evil aren't easily defined?

If the story doesn't have Force users?

Easily.

Solo, Book of Boba Fett, Rogue One, these are all stories where I think there was an opportunity to really make the characters morally "gray".

If you want my opinion, in Solo & Fett, they barely scratched the surface. In Rogue One, they explored it with Cassian Andor, but also offset it by changing Jyn Erso from this kick-ass rebel into this starry-eyed girl who says "hope" every other scene.

But in each of the above-mentioned movies, there's a danger about it not feeling like Star Wars anymore.

Solo is "Star Wars meets the heist subgenre",

Fett might've been "Star Wars meets the crime show subgenre",

Rogue One is "Star Wars meets the war movie subgenre".

So it's Star Wars... with something else that - some would argue - dilutes it. At it's core, Star Wars is fundamentally about Good vs Evil. As a result, these various genres are never explored quite to my personal satisfaction.

I'm part of the crowd that thinks the Star Wars movie franchise should expand it's genres exponentially.

I wanna see a romcom that starts in the Jedi Temple and ends with a passionate speech in Cloud City,

I wanna see a buddy-cop movie between Quinlan Vos and Vilmar Grarhk/Mace and Anakin/Yoda and Maz Kanata,

I wanna see a horror film where the monster is a Sith Lord,

I wanna see a zombie movie with Doctor Evazan as the mastermind villain,

a detective noir film set between Ep. 1 and Ep. 2 featuring Rael Averross investigating the disappearance of some Kaleesh warlord and eventually finding out about Dooku's turn to the Dark Side

and a slice-of-life comedy about the entire disaster lineage. Seriously I just need this whole thread to be canon.

But I'm not holding my breath because I know that there'd be a big chunk of people who'd go "this doesn't feel like Star Wars" and "you're hurting the brand".

It's why George Lucas & Seth Green's Star Wars Detours was cancelled.

It's why Lord and Miller left Solo.

The brand can't change too much, apparently. As cheesy as it is, it has to be about Good vs Evil, it has to be about hope, etc.

So it gets relegated to other mediums. Qira and the Crimson Reign comic come to mind. She’s awesome, the whole Crimson Reign series is amazing... but I don’t think we’re gonna see anything like that in a movie.

If the story does have Force users?

On the one hand...

I think we already got it, and it's the majority of the Star Wars fandom who just couldn't handle it.

The Jedi in the Clone War are caught between a rock and a hard place. There's no morally right choices, there's only "less morally wrong" choices. They've been drafted into a war where they have to choose between the minor of two evils every day.

They're usually the guys who'll be the closest thing to perfection, but now they're gradually being sullied by the Republic's exploitation of their own compassion and sense of duty. Every morally right choice they make also comes with a morally wrong consequence stuck to it. The more they fight, the more these servants of the Light Side make the Dark Side stronger... but if they don't fight, the Dark Side gets stronger even more rapidly. And they can't help it because, again, they're being forced to do this. So all they can do is keep moving forward and hope for the best.

They're not the villains, but they're sure as hell not perfect. There's a nuance there.

But a very, very large part of the audience reacted to this as "the Jedi were evil hypocrites who sent child soldiers/slaves to their deaths and had Order 66 coming!"

On the other hand...

If you mean a story with "gray" morality in which the Force-sensitive characters themselves are "gray"... I dunno.

The way the Force works is that if you are "gray", you won't stay that way for long. At some point you either choose the Light or (much likelier) fall to the Dark Side.

In Legends, we've had Quinlan Vos and Cade Skywalker's stories echoing this.

These are both stories with morally "grey" protagonists who vacillate between the Light Side and the Dark Side, who use the Dark Side as a tool and think they can get away with it only to get dragged deeper down by it... but both stories end with the protagonist choosing the Light Side.

So those might be what you're looking for?

But the morality in those stories isn't gray, there's a very clear definition of what's good and what's evil... it's just the protagonist who is gray and their journey is about finally choosing and fully embracing the side of good.

Still, both Quin and Cade's stories are goddamn masterpieces.

For more info on "Gray Jedi", I talk more about it here.

In Canon, we have Bendu whose morals are very evidently “gray”... but he’s so neutral and passive that I don’t think you can center a story around him.

But yeah, beyond that... I don't know.

I don't think so, I'll tell you that. When a Force user is involved, I think that that's when Star Wars should be about good vs evil.

#rambled again #long post #my bad #QnA #meta