i honest to god think, by far, the worst job in a galaxy far far away is being the jedi order’s accountant. some poor bastard has to sit there with his little green visor and abacus and count out expenditures for 10,000+ jedi order members (who are a) monks and do not get paid to be monks and b) live for fucking free in space New York City x 1000 so have zero concept of cost of living OR any sense of money management and regularly get scammed into paying triple the amount for muffins and coffee for the break room and routinely do not notice) but also occasionally fun things like a charge of billions of space dollars billed for uhhh an army of millions of men? and you have to chase down grand master yoda and be like um sir, excuse me sir, why is did the order spend $10,000,000,000 on a planet called Kamino for [checks notes] cloning? which i am not sure is legal? and yoda says some vague bullshit like “the will of the force our end of the year fiscal reports are,” because he is 900 years old and still thinks that the currency is ye olde golden doubloon. palpatine cackles ominously in the background because guess who passed econ 101? him, bitch
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Nineteen standard years ago, Shmi wandered into the dunes ready to die and returned with a screaming little thing that would not let her. Nineteen standard years ago, she laid in the sand and thought to herself that this must be dying, this must be what it feels like.
And then she didn’t.
Instead, she returned with tracks down her dirty face from tears she had never before let herself shed for lack of water and a small, squirming child who should not exist. Who could not exist.
She returned to whispers and wide berths from her fellow slaves, rumors about how she had survived and why she would return. Of course, they all knew there was no other choice. They all had to return, or die trying. Or return to die.
And she would not die.
She returned to newfound determination and newfound fear that sent ice running up and down her back. She hid when she could and worked when she couldn’t with a wriggling baby in a sling on her chest.
She named him Anakin, but this was very quickly replaced by Ani. Ani, please stop chewing your mama’s hair. Ani, don’t eat that. Ani, it’s time for bed, sweetheart.
She thought there had never been anything more beautiful to cross this planet’s surface than her son. And perhaps this was simply the hubris of mothers across the galaxy, but still, she thinks it to be true now and forever.
And she ignored the whispers of what was to come. Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it when it came, the change was not all at once. Because as much as she wanted to ignore it, there were so many signs.
She loved and loves Ani as much as a mother can love a son, as much as a planet can love a sun, as much as Daedalus can love Icarus.
Her son was, is magic. Perhaps this is to be expected when her son comes from the desert, when he comes from no man. For she does not lie.
Her son is not human, or not entirely. He is something else, something special. Something that brings about whispers of Tatooine folklore she’s long forgotten, something that meant she was not at all surprised when suddenly there were Jedi, real Jedi, in her home.
Something that means her son scares her, sometimes, after the change. Something that means part of her is not surprised, when she sees smoke and destruction and a mask seared into her mind even if she never sees it, not really. Not in truth; never in truth. She does not allow it.
The night after she had her dream, she left Ani (not her Ani, her instincts whisper, but he is, as much as any Ani, as much as her boy can be in any universe, in any time) and snuck away to the outskirts of Mos Espa.
There she met an old woman who took work-scored hands in wrinkled, age-spotted ones, who told her what she needed to know.
She told her what she already knew: that her boy-- who was no longer a boy, but who was always her boy-- was special, different, that he had changed, that he was hers as much as the universe's. That he was hers, and not, and no moreso than he had ever been.
She told her what she didn't: that futures are always changing, always shifting, and time is not as static as she had been taught. That what she had seen was true, was real, and yet not, because it had and had not happened in every universe and none.
She left with her mouth filled with the bitter taste of the old woman's tea and her heart and mind filled with many thoughts and the only one she'd ever had since she held a squirming little baby in her arms for the first time.
She returned to her boy and did not see reflections of a dark mask in his face. She saw, instead, tired, too old eyes for a too young face. She saw there kindness and cruelty and violence and wisdom and foolishness.
She saw someone she would love, no matter the weight of his sins. She saw her own failures, in loving someone who had done so much wrong.
She saw her baby boy. And so many years later, she sees the same.
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Sith Character(s), Original Sith Pureblood Character(s), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Chiss Characters (Star Wars), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Force-Sensitive Characters, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Yoda (Star Wars), Ahsoka Tano, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Mon Mothma, Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Feral (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Asajj Ventress, Shaak Ti, Shmi Skywalker, The Son | Fanged God, The Father (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), The Daughter | Winged Goddess, Original Alien Character(s)
Additional Tags: Drama, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Family Dynamics, Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Aliens, Worldbuilding, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
Set during the Clone Wars, this is an alternative universe where the Sith species never truly died out, but instead have their separate kingdom located in the Unknown region, called the Blood Tribune. Within their society are five main castes: Old Worlders, Circle Dwellers, Citizens, Tsis Imperials, and Aliens. While unified under the banner of the Eternal Sith'Ari, all of these groups maintain an (usually) unspoken rivalry while still carrying the burdens of the distant past.
However, the war in the Republic offers both civilizations a chance at settling bad blood.
This story takes place in the Clone Wars and follows Ludo Gadow, a Sith Pureblood-Human government researcher, as he navigates life, relationships, and the society he lives in.
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As much as I love The Angst of former slave Anakin struggling to call Jedi ‘Master’ because he only has the worst associations with the word (and I do love The Angst), I also think it’s hilarious for Obi-wan to be the one angsting over it and finally working up the nerve to ask Anakin if it bothers him and Anakin going like “?? No?? Why would it?? Basic is barely spoken on Tatooine, I always referred to my owners by the Huttese word, which isn’t at all ambiguous.”
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"kenobi" really made me wish we got "legacy of the force" instead of sequel trilogy. it managed to convey anakin & obi-wan's tragedy beautifully, and in the old sw canon jaina & jacen were (for all intents and purposes) their mirror – the one where a sith lord couldn't bring himself to kill his jedi nemesis, but a jedi could. lotf specifically referenced rots novelization, these pairs being complementary halves of one greater whole. kenobi novel from legends told the myth about twin suns of tatooine, so similar to anakin & obi-wan's story; but the twin suns were jaina & jacen's first – the trickster and the slayer, twin gods and twin suns of the yuuzhan vong. they were like poetry, they rhymed.
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listen. padme amidala is a freak, okay. ever since aotc i’ve had to listen to bullshit arguments about how awful the prequel romance is, how anakin’s a red flag, blah blah blah. that’s a smooth brain take. first of all, of course he’s a red flag. that’s the point. you think padme doesn’t know anakin is ten pounds of mommy issues in a five pound bag? you think she looked at soggy weeping anakin begging her to love him and didn’t immediately think “yes i definitely will peg him” ?? you think just because she’s a queen turned senator that she isn’t just as horny and feral as he is? anakin wasn’t even pushy about it. he was just “oh btw i’ve been obsessed with you for a decade and live in a perpetual state of emotional agony but thats okay whatever you want is fine with me haha” and padme goes “yea okay i’m into that.” two minutes after he’s assigned to be her bodyguard she gives an obligatory little “i have a bad feeling about this” and then just fucking marries him. this is a woman who wore white to a blood bath. come on.
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