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Misfits - Chapter 1

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous) Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were nervous about your new assignment.

“Nervous” wasn’t a trait most people used to describe you. No, your former lifestyle dictated that you weren’t really allowed the luxury of nervousness – force sensitives left to fend for themselves, especially those expelled from the Order, had to grow a thick skin in order to survive. Force sensitives were valuable and much sought after, and not just by the Sith. From the day you had left the Order, it had been up to you to survive, to take care of yourself, and to make your own way in the universe.

But you were still a person – a sentient being that craved some sense of normalcy and security. And you had found that, for a fleeting moment, with the 501st. You hadn’t been thrilled with the arrangement – getting roped into a war that you wanted nothing to do with wasn’t exactly on your agenda the night you were approached by ghosts from your past and led to the Temple you had left behind so many years ago.

The Jedi had created a new program, meant to bolster their numbers in the face of the growing Sith. To create an alliance with unaligned force sensitives: the Jedi would provide protection and a generous stipend for the work provided, and the force sensitives would fight alongside the present Jedi. You hadn’t really been a huge fan of the idea, for multiple reasons… but you had been presented an offer that which you could not refuse. So you didn’t.

And it had been stable, for a bit. You hated to admit that you had grown to enjoy the company of the 501st, but you had. Your General, Anakin, was understanding, and not so uptight. He was so unlike the Knights you knew when you had been present at the Temple – he was reckless, and fearless, and he followed his own heart instead of the code. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t mind his command; you knew that he wasn’t so swayed by Council politics and related trivialities, and that he cared about his men first and foremost. You had grown fond of him, even discussing your personal philosophy regarding the force with him on a few occasions, and even sparring with his padawan, Ahsoka, on several occasions. A teenager holding a higher title than you was alien, but in the relaxed nature of the 501st, you had hardly noticed it.

But, as much as you enjoyed the company of the Jedi, perhaps the person you would miss the most was Rex. Holding the same rank didn’t seem to phase the clone Captain, as Rex had been more than happy to show you the ropes and introduce you to the men. He accepted you as his equal immediately, and you had been fast friends, bonding over your similar roles in the battle and joking about the most trivial shit that left you on the floor in stitches, Rex hunched over wheezing at perhaps the worst pun you had ever constructed. He had introduced you to the other members of the 501st, saved your ass on multiple occasions, and in turn, you had confided in him about how out of place you felt within the military structure afforded you.

“I don’t fit in,” you had rambled, waving your hands emphatically after one too many drinks at 79’s. “I mean – I’m a Captain, right? Like you. But I’m not a clone, obviously.” You laughed, feeling stupid for even pointing it out. “I mean, I know there must be more out there like me – force sensitives the Jedi picked out of thin air, coerced into joining this war…”

You had rolled your eyes, and Rex had raised an eyebrow. In turn, you had waved him off, nowhere near finished your speech.

“But – the point I’m trying to make – is that it’s not like I’m fighting alongside people that are like me. Even when we work alongside the 212th or some other battalion, I think I’ve only seen one other non-Jedi force sensitive.”

“And it’s worse, you know? You guys – the men – they all call me Jedi. Because honestly, what else do you know? What do you know besides Jedi and Sith? There’s nothing really to call a person like me – but calling me Jedi isn’t right, because then I go up to Anakin or Ahsoka, and yeah, they’re nice to me, but they don’t treat me the same as other Jedi. I’m not one of them. And I’m not one of you. So where the hell do I fit in this?”

Rex hadn’t had an answer for you, and you sure as fuck didn’t know.

Maybe that’s why you were assigned to Clone Force 99.

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“Have you worked with these guys before?” you asked, fiddling with your bag as you waited in the hangar on Coruscant. Rex stood beside you, hand on his hip as he surveyed the sky above you, no doubt waiting for your transport.

“Once. You remember when you were off on that stealth mission with Hondo?”

“Ugh, I wish I could forget.”

Rex chuckled, shaking his head at your sarcasm. “I first met them then. Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he raised both back at you, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Care to elaborate as to why, you bastard?”

Rex grinned wider, shaking his head and turning his eyes to the sky once more.

“They look at the world differently. Like you do.”

You hadn’t expected that, and you stood in shock, watching Rex as he searched for the ship that would take you from him. You thought, for just a moment, you saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes, that a sliver of grief passed over you both in the force at the thought of your parting. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a ship started to descend, the roar deafening anything you might have wanted to say.

The ship landed, powering down its thrusters, and your heart flipped involuntarily. You didn’t want to be nervous – you really didn’t. You had come to know clones over the time you had spent in the GAR – close to a standard year, at this point. You knew that in order to earn their trust, you couldn’t appear afraid, or out of place. You had to act as if you belonged, as if you were already their friend, in order to actually become their friend. It was surprisingly similar to working with scoundrels in the Outer Rim – faking it until you made it.

So, you squared your shoulders and tried to seem confident, and Rex’s subtle smile and firm nod only spurred you on as he stepped to your side, prepared to introduce you to the men you would be working with for at least the new few missions.

The hatch hissed at the airlock released, the ramp lowering so that the crew could disembark.

You knew little about Clone Force 99. Your reassignment had been swift, ordered straight from the top – above even the Jedi, from the Senate itself. According to your official order, Clone Force 99, a special operations unit, was in need of a force sensitive for several missions. They didn’t operate under a Jedi General, and seeing as they were a spec ops unit, the Jedi couldn’t waste any of their precious men on such a small squad. You, however, as an unassociated force-sensitive, were ripe for the picking, and considering that you had previously been assigned to the 501st, a battalion that already operated under a Jedi Knight and Padawan, you had been the obvious choice for the job.

So, you knew that they were a special unit and that they didn’t work with Jedi on the regular. Great. That was such a detailed summary of how they operated. You were so prepared.

Well, you considered. You had gone into battle previously with even less information. It had been even worse when you were operating in the Outer Rim. It could be worse.

You tried to remain optimistic as the steam cleared from the change in pressure and temperature, the hatch hissing as the troopers disembarked. You stood transfixed as they did, and as each appeared, your eyebrows scrunched further together.

You had been told this was a clone force. As in, a clone-based unit. No Jedi, and obviously no nat borns, as beside the Jedi and force sensitives, they were restricted to the Navy, not the GAR. But these men…

It was strange. They looked so different – one large, one tall and slender, another with long hair and broad shoulders. But their biorhythms in the Force were all so similar. The force sang around them like it did with other clones – there was a distinct taste of battle to them, of shared battles, countless. Their signatures sang together, like the rest of the clones’ did, as they had grown and battled together, as they had trusted one another from the day they all met on Kamino. It spoke of a deep camaraderie that was never present among nat borns, that was specific to clones and them alone, and it dazzled you.

“Captain Rex. Good to see you.”

You blinked, snapping yourself out of your analysis of the force, only to see the clone with the longer hair greet Rex with a firm grip to the forearm. As he drew closer, you started to notice the resemblance – the same skin tone, the curve of his nose, the color of his eyes – and it was confirmed through your eyes as well that this man was, indeed, a clone.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Rex replied with a nod, stepping back to gesture to you. You straightened up, standing formally to address the man you would be working with from now on. You weren’t one for formalities, but you did want to make a good impression with him. Some clones were not as openminded as Rex, and they tended to be sticklers for rules and orders, offended by the slightest deviation. Until you knew the Sergeant’s preferences, it would pay to be formal.

“This is Captain Andar. She’s the force-sensitive that’s been assigned to your unit.”

You offered Rex a small smile – he knew how much you valued the term “force sensitive” and how you wished to remain distinct from the Jedi, so you were grateful that he remembered your preference.

The Sergeant frowned, looking from you to Rex and back again, and you felt anxiety coil in your stomach. The downward tilt of his lip and his disappointment in the force compounded, leaving you feeling uneasy.

“We requested General Skywalker.”

Oh, there it was. They had expected a Jedi. Not you, some half-baked, half-trained force sensitive who wasn’t even allowed to hold a title higher than Captain. You should be used to it, at this point, the disdain and the dismissal. But it still hurt you a bit more than it should have, when you were reminded that you were only second best.

“Hunter, we’re stretched thin as it is,” Rex sighed, shaking his head a little. “I did submit your request, but this came from the top. The Senate has disallowed the allocation of the Jedi anywhere other than the front lines. We have a severe shortage of Generals – Commanders, even – but I assure you, Captain Andar is more than capable. She’s one of the best men I know.”

You smiled at Rex, a soft thanks for his kind words, even as Sergeant – Hunter, was it? – looked you up and down.

“So, you’re a force sensitive,” he addressed you. You nodded, trying to get a read on him. His large skull tattoo, which took up the majority of the left side of his face, drew your attention. Most clones turned to tattoos in order to assert their individuality – you had actually seen a few of your comrades getting their tattoos, as it was a communal activity among them. You laughed along with Rex as you watched shinies cringe at their first ink, and you even has a few pieces yourself, hidden below your clothing.

But somehow, Hunter’s skull seemed different. There was a lot about clone culture you still didn’t fully understand, and this may just be a part of it. His tattoo, however, wasn’t quite as intriguing as his hair – long and free-flowing, not tied back besides his headband. There were a few long-haired clones in the 501st, but they always kept their hair tied up neatly, either in a tight bun or a ponytail. Hunter’s was clearly too short for either of those options, and it made him look rugged. You wondered what he was trying to convey with this combination of identifying markers. Clones used everything they had to assert their individuality – to designate themselves as them, to emphasize their personality, role in the military, and who they wanted to be. What did Hunter’s want to present to you with his appearance, you wondered.

But, you couldn’t just stare at the man all day – for fuck’s sake, he had just asked you a question and you’d already spent a good half a second staring at him instead of answering.

“Yes – I possess the same abilities in the force as a Jedi such as General Skywalker or Commander Tano –“ you frowned a little. You were probably closer in skill to Ahsoka, despite being far older. That tends to happen when you’re expelled from the order at fifteen and spend more time trying to simply stay alive rather than train. “- I am more than capable of completing missions where force-related skill is necessary. And, I don’t have to answer to the Council.”

You added the last part on the end with a little chuckle, because Anakin had often asked for your assistance specifically because of that fact – the Jedi Council knew that it was a risk allowing you and the other unaffiliated force sensitives into the GAR, and it was for this exact reason. You had made it work with the 501st, though, and you wondered if this new unit would find that loophole as useful as Anakin had.

Judging by the raised eyebrow, Hunter was mildly impressed by at least something you said.

“Oh, she’ll fit right in, then,” Hunter seemed to soften, just a touch? As if understanding something you weren’t yet privy to as he flashed Rex a grin. Rex smirked back, patting you on the shoulder.

“Told you,” he mumbled to you, and you rolled your eyes at him. Well, at the very least, the Bad Batch didn’t hate you.

Yet.

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How will Anakin ever stay focused again with those luscious locks? ✦ Never Give Up on Hope by rescueme, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, omegaverse, 11k wip As the Clone Wars draw to an end, the omega Anakin Skywalker and his alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi are successfully hiding their secret relationship from the Jedi Council and those closest to them, including Anakin’s padawan Ahsoka Tano. But their safety is thrown in flux when Anakin realizes something that will change the future of the galaxy, and their fates as Jedi, forever. ✦ Edge of the Galaxy by Autaria, obi-wan/anakin & cast, modern au, fantasy au, 47.9k Anakin Skywalker finds the stranger known as Ben passed out in a bush, with no recollections of who he was and how he got there. He offers him a place to stay, nurses him back to health and feeds him - he’s doing this because after all, he’d want someone to do the same for him if he was passed out in a bush, and definitely not because he finds Ben handsome. ✦ A fool at heart by pink_vinyl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 25k Anakin always kept his secrets close to himself, knowing the consequences of his actions to be too disastrous to let anyone know. He had kept one so close to himself that he could have almost forgotten it even existed, until one mission came and tore it all away from his hands. ✦ Patience is a virtue by AlexanderTheGreatest, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 5.1k Obi-Wan is trying to train his apprentice in the ways of the dark side. However, when Anakin can’t wait for training to end, Obi-Wan decides to teach him a lesson on patience. ✦ Cultured Passions by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & mace & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 7.6k wip In order to bring down a smuggling ring known for trafficking Force-Sensitive omega children, Alpha Jedi Knight Obi-Wan finds himself embroiled in a deep cover assignment among a primal cult who serve as the trafficker’s primary clients. However, as his status within the cult grows and he gets closer and closer to the man at the center of it all, he is forced to make his most difficult decision yet: blow his cover and ruin years of work, or work together with the young, fiery, eerily-familiar omega that the Master has chosen to be his mate. ✦ In the Lower Levels by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin (implied) & anakin/others, NSFW, 1.1k He felt it as an itch that started in the hindquarters of his brain; it spread until it became a need to move, to do, to be that couldn’t be satisfied by saber practice or meditation. On those nights, Anakin became a hunter. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ addicted to a certain kind of sadness by ambiguously, r2-d2 & anakin & cast, 1.1k Nothing good ever happens on Tatooine. ✦ Novel Notions by Phosphorescent, obi-wan & luke & leia, 1.9k “I thought you’d enjoy reading about Master Obwain Kibonek and how the Jedi used to be portrayed in pop culture.” “Thanks,” Luke said dryly, eyeing the cover again. The man’s abs glistened in the sunlight as though oiled, and his hair… no one in real life had hair that perfect, no more than anyone had naturally kohled eyes. “I think.” FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

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passable-talent · 3 years

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So like, maybe reader gets captured or something like that and Anakin kinda loses it? I give you creative liberties since I’ve never sent a request before 👉👈 hope you are having a nice day!

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This mission was essential.

General Grievous was a threat to the galaxy, and he needed to be destroyed, whatever it took. So, when his location was ensured and confirmed, the Jedi Order sent three Jedi to infiltrate it. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and (Y/N). They were to slide into the complex he was visiting, set up explosives, and detonate it, leaving no chance for escape to anyone within it.

And for the most part, everything had gone according to plan.

Every detonator was weaponized and placed. Now, they just needed to get out, and to safety, to blow it all. And General Grievous would die. That’s all you needed- for your luck to hold out just a little bit longer.

But why would it?

Why would luck favor you, the Jedi who betrayed the Code with every thought that crossed your mind? The Jedi who would leave it all behind, if asked, for one man? This man another Jedi, if things weren’t bad enough. The Force had no reason to reward you, and your blasphemy, your bitterness, your utter disregard for the code you’d been told to live by all your life. Regardless of your skill with a saber or ship, the Force refused to be kind to you.

And so it almost never was.

A routine droid patrol came across the three of you. You destroyed them as quickly as you could, having made no missteps, no errors, but they had sent up the alarm. And all was ruined.

But that was fine, it was okay, as long as- as long as you could make it out, you could blow it all, and Grievous would die, all the same. You just needed to run. Fast enough to escape, to get clear. That’s all you needed.

It was a mad dash to the exit of the complex, at a dead sprint, no heed for anything else. No discussion, no banter, no plan. Just run. You had your saber at your belt, having no need for it in the moment, keeping all of your energy for the run beside Obi-Wan. The Code wasn’t here, wasn’t to protect you in battle. Your bitterness toward the teachings you’d been given all your life was in your heart as you ran, ran as a lowly soldier for the Republic, not as a peace keeper for the galaxy.

The code, which served meditators, served the peaceful council who sat in their chairs and judged the foot soldiers, the knights who risked their lives. What other than emotion, ignorance, passion, chaos, death, existed in war? Here, there was no peace, there was no knowledge, no serenity, nor harmony. Why should the Force guide you in war?

You made no sound when you went down.

The droid hit just below your ribcage, on your right side, and your legs faltered under you. You hit the floor, adrenaline pumping through your body, and you struggled upwards as best you could. The Force never favored you, the Code never guided you.

You were caught by the ankle, and dragged back down.

“Anakin!” you screamed, trying to find purchase on the smooth tile floor as you were dragged backwards. He whirled around, now without the gates, safe beyond where the blast would reach him. His eyes met yours as you struggled, retrieved and ignited your saber, stabbing it into the floor. You thought it might give you a chance, you hoped it would stop you from being dragged back further.

“(Y/N)!” he called, and the doors began to close.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

“Blow it!” You knew that as long as you were being dragged back, Grievous would focus his attention on keeping the captured Jedi, not hunting down the other two. While you were inside, right now, Grievous was still to be killed by the explosion. “Anakin, blow it!”

And the gate shut, leaving behind only your parting words, a desperate plea for death.

Anakin looked downward at the button in his hand.

“Anakin, they told you what you need to do,” Obi-Wan said, sensing the confliction in his former padawan. Anakin knew what needed to be done, but...

But he couldn’t let you die.

“They told you to go through with the plan,” Obi-Wan insisted, “They must have known they would die, but that it would cause us to succeed. Detonate it, Anakin.”

“I can’t,” Anakin said, voice strained and hurt.

“Anakin, are you willing to lose a war to keep them alive?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice accusatory, and Anakin narrowed his eyes toward Obi-Wan.

“Yes,” he breathed, and after not an instant more launched the detonator, far away into the forest.

You were torn from your saber, but that was alright. Your side was bleeding through charred skin, and your arms were tired, and it was alright. You accepted the fiery explosion that would take your life, because you knew it would take Grievous’, too.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

You could die well, in service of the galaxy, even if it was as just a soldier. You could die, knowing that you’d take Grievous with you into the fire and the flames. At least, to Anakin, you would die a Jedi. A noble hero.

But it never came. And when your foot was finally dropped, the blunt of a weapon smashed into your temple. You were unconscious within the second.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had fled to the forest, where they would be safe- for now.

“Anakin, do you understand what you’ve done?” Obi-Wan scolded him, “The mission has not only failed, but you’ve done (Y/N) a disservice by keeping them alive in the care of Grievous.”

“I’ll get them out,” Anakin growled, his rage-filled eyes turned toward the forest floor.

“You can’t possibly go in there,” Obi-Wan said, “it’s suicide. They’ll be on high alert.”

“You said it yourself, master.” Anakin turned over his saber in his grip, voice cold. “Every moment they spend alive with Grievous is torture.”

“You’ll die if you go after them,” Obi-Wan reminded him.

“They were willing to die for us,” Anakin said, “I’m the same.”

“Anakin, we cannot afford to lose two good Jedi-”

“I can’t afford to lose them.”

There is no passion, there is serenity.

You awoke in a chair, reclined, as though your comfort had been considered by your captor. But you couldn’t move your arms nor legs, nor even your neck, and your wound hadn’t been treated. You felt it lazily sludging blood into your robes.

Grievous introduced himself by wheezing your surname.

“A fine saber,” he said, appreciating the ignited orange blade, “an excellent addition to my collection.” He had kept you from moving your arms, but done nothing about your fingers, and so you opened your hand, calling your saber to you with the Force. It ripped from his grip and flew to yours, and so you gave him a triumphant, cocky smile.

Grievous growled, and brought the back of his metal hand across your right cheekbone. The metal cut through your flesh like gelatin.

Tears immediately came to your eyes, and you felt the blood begin to roll down your jaw, but you turned your gaze back to him without a word.

“It seems you aren’t interested in a discussion of weapons,” Grievous said, grabbing your saber from your hand again, “So I’ll move on. You’re going to tell me all about where your little Jedi friends are hiding.”

As if he thought you’d be so easy.

Most of the security of the base was either on its exterior, thanks to the two Jedi that had disappeared into the forest, or within it, thanks to the Jedi at Grievous’ disposal. That meant that there were droids in every single place Anakin wanted to be, and as such there were to be plenty of things in his way. But Anakin Skywalker had never been one to balk at obstacles.

Obi-Wan let him go, to attempt to retrieve you, finally admitting that if he could save you, it would do good for the galaxy. He was still silently angered that Anakin hadn’t blown the base, but he would save that lecture for another day. Something about ‘respecting the wishes of a dying Jedi’. Such a lecture was burned deep into his heart.

Obi-Wan offered only a bit of help, providing a distraction on the north end of the complex so that attention would be drawn from the South. Anakin made it past the first wall, and once he had, there wasn’t much left to go, until he reached the droid army that would have no doubt amassed around you, keeping you prisoner. He knew you were wounded, and that you may not be much help- still, he was determined to get you out, no matter what it took.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Eventually, you pissed Grievous off so much that he was finished with you. You were still useful to him, so he couldn’t kill you, but how he wanted to. He took you by the throat, dragging you from the room. You gripped at his hand at your throat, his metal fingers digging and pinching and cutting the thin skin of your neck, and you tried to kick from his grip, to no success.

“You are an irritating slime,” Grievous told you, voice hoarse as always, and tossed you by the neck into a cell. Its door closed before you even hit the floor.

Which was good- it saved you embarrassment. You tried to catch yourself, but the door being up three stairs from the floor, and you fell further than you expected. You’d managed to plant your foot straight down, but too much weight came down upon your left leg. As though time had slowed down, you felt your mistake, and as your body was still twisting through the air, you felt it when your femur came down upon your knee, and when it found resistance, it slipped to the side, twisting, while your tibia remained where it was.

The pain was immediate. As was your collapse to the floor.

Where luck had been against him from the moment he placed the last explosive, Anakin had finally run into a stroke of good luck. Grievous was nowhere to be seen when Anakin located the wing that you must’ve been- a cell door, shut and sealed, surrounded by a dozen droids.

Easy.

Anger wasn’t meant to be the way of the Jedi, Anakin knew that. But he had disobeyed the code plenty of times before, and now, he would do it again. He didn’t need to curb himself- his rage, in this instant, was his focus, drawing him toward his singular goal.

Not a single droid managed to fire a single shot.

One well-placed swipe of the saber and the door swung open.

You were laying on your back on the floor, trying to ride out your pain.

The door opened on your left, and for an instant you weren’t sure if this was fantasy, or reality- Anakin Skywalker, your guardian angel, here to rescue you.

“Anakin?” You breathed, and as he stepped through the door you decided that he must be real. He had to be. So you threw your left leg over your right, rolling onto your stomach to begin the process of standing. It threw the whole world out of balance, your dizziness and blood loss starting to affect you.

There is no death, there is the Force.

Only when you were on your knees did you reveal to Anakin your right side- its bloody wound from droid fire, its deep cuts along your cheek and neck, and the large, smudged print of blood your wet robes left on the floor. He rushed forward to you, gently helping you to your feet, and immediately he noticed how you lifted your left foot from the floor.

“I’ve got you,” he said, pulling your left arm over his shoulder so that your injured leg hung between you. His words were a promise, more than a statement- that you would escape, that he would make sure of it. He started toward the door, and you tried to assist him, but with every step his fingers, meant to hold you up by gripping your right side, dug into the skin nearby your wound. You couldn’t see, with all the blood and sweat in your eyes, now blurring anew with tears.

“Anakin,” you said again, trying to say any number of things- ‘I’m sorry’, ‘leave me behind’, ‘thank you’. But your voice failed you, and you just left your jaw hang slack with grunts of pain and panting breath, every ounce of your focus taken by limping toward the exit.

Until a single thought entered your mind.

“My saber,” you groaned, pulling from his grip when he tried to continue. “I need to find my saber.”

“(Y/N), we don’t have time,” Anakin said, trying to gather you toward the gate again, but you resisted with a shake of your head, eyes dulled but focused.

“It might still be- I have to find it.” If you had any control, over anything in the galaxy, it was yourself. You could control your own fate, your own decisions, your body. Sheer will invaded your mind and so your limbs, flooding you with adrenaline, and so you took off, leaving him no choice but to follow. You learned quickly how to run on your injured leg, numbed yet weak as it was- as long as only your toes struck the floor, and not your heel, your knee didn’t force you to the ground.

And finally, some good luck came your way.

Grievous had left your saber in the room you had awoken in. Relief hitting you like a wall, you strapped it to your waist, but with that relief came a crash of your adrenaline, and suddenly you couldn’t even stand. Anakin caught you before you hit the floor, and tried to guide you again, but your feeble steps turned into toes dragging on the floor behind his footfalls. Soon he conceded and pulled your arms over his shoulders, and ordered you- ‘hold on’.

Your grip was loose around his neck, but you managed not to slip off.

You were bloodied, and bruised, and your knee didn’t quite work. The 2-1B droid aboard Obi-Wan’s ship called it a hyperextension- a stretching of your ligaments. And the cuts were deep, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed, even if red lines would accent your neck and face for quite a while.

And Anakin didn’t leave your side, even as Obi-Wan insisted you just needed to sleep.

A lifetime ago, before the Clone Wars, before you’d even had a light saber, you were taught a different code. One that, you could see now, was meant to ease children into the absolute, the black and white, that they weren’t yet ready for.

It was this code that you felt still held true. You were barely a knight, barely even an adult, fighting a war for politicians who would never see the pain it caused. You fought it beside the true love of your life, the one thing you would die without, die for, and you felt his heartbreak when he looked upon your blood, and your heart broke the same each time you heard his pain.

Emotion, yet peace.

You would do anything for Anakin Skywalker. You would fight a nonsense war you didn’t believe in, if it meant you could do it at his side.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

You knew not what truly guided this war, and it meant nothing to you. You knew what you needed to know, for the time being.

Passion, yet serenity.

Anakin was half asleep at your feet, the couch just long enough that while you laid lengthwise, he could curl up in the final bit of space. You would do anything for him, anything, you’d follow him to the end of the universe. You loved him more than you could describe, more than there were words in all the languages of the galaxy, more than there were stars in hyperspace. You only hoped he knew it.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Nothing was black and white- only a Sith deals in absolutes, and you were a Jedi. There was no harmony without chaos, and if it hadn’t been for everything going wrong, then you wouldn’t have been able to illustrate to Anakin, and him to you, the way that each would die for the other. Grievous lives to fight another day, but so do you.

Death, yet the Force.

And each day, you wake up, when the odds tell you you should have died long ago. You wake up, and have the honor of seeing and loving Anakin Skywalker, and feeling his love just the same. You wake up knowing that even though this war would one day fall into the history books and someday be the one question a youngling can’t answer on their history exams, you were calmed with the knowledge that you were on the right side of it. You had been brought to Coruscant, to fight for the light, to believe in it, to love it.

Maybe the Force was with you, after all.

-🦌 Roe

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bluescluelessly · 3 years

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Ooh for the confrontation prompts—maybe “You only push me away. Let me help.” With Obi-Wan and Anakin?

Obi-Wan isn't sure what he expected by attempting to talk to Anakin now. His assignment to the mission regarding Senator Amidala and Rush Clovis was... a poor choice, in his opinion. If it had been up to him, he would have assigned someone, anyone, else.

Anakin is too close to it, too close to Padmé. He thinks that Obi-Wan doesn't know it, but his padawan has never been very good at hiding secrets.

He doesn't know the full extent of their relationship, but he knows enough to come see how his friend is doing; he knows that something happened and Anakin is hurting, and could use someone to talk to.

Evidently, Anakin doesn't want that person to be him.

Obi-Wan doesn't know what he expected, he really doesn't. If Anakin hasn't spoken of it to him this long, why would that change now? Why did he think-- hope-- that something had changed, that reaching out to Anakin would be met with anything other than the usual closed-off annoyance.

When did Anakin stop talking to him? How did Obi-Wan fail so badly as his Master?

He stands, covering his own inner hurt with squared shoulders and a tight voice. "Then we should have no problems, should we." He knows when his help isn't welcome.

Obi-Wan gives his former student one last look before turning to leave, knowing he's been dismissed.

He knows Anakin wants him to go, and yet, through the clouded force on Coruscant, Obi-Wan thinks he feels a tug; a call to stay, to make one more effort.

Obi-Wan turns back, looking up just in time to catch the hint of regret on Anakin's face, and it steels his resolve. "You only push me away," he says, searching his friend's face. "... let me help."

"You can't," Anakin says, but it doesn't sound like a refusal. He appears to truly believe it, that he can't be helped-- at least not by Obi-Wan. "Not with this."

Obi-Wan wants to just disagree, insist that whatever it is, he will do all he can to help. But Anakin won't accept that and he knows it. "... Maybe I can't, but you won't know if you don't ask, Anakin." After a pause that lasts barely a moment, he continues. "And perhaps merely talking will help. I swear, nothing you say will leave this room if that's what you wish."

Anakin again, hesitates. "You might change your mind once you hear it."

"You have my word," Obi-Wan swears, taking a step back towards his friend. A fragile, foolish hope builds up in his chest. Maybe he doesn’t know when to quit. "Don't you trust me?"

The expression on his friend's face wavers, then falls, eyes downcast and ashamed. He drops onto his bed, sitting down. "I do, of course I do."

Obi-Wan feels equal parts concerned and overjoyed-- finally, finally his friend will speak to him. He keeps his relief hidden away, Anakin needs empathy and his concern, not his happiness.

"Then talk to me," he says, voice quiet and gentle. "Tell me what's going on, and we'll tackle it together."

Anakin is reluctant, but... he does.

He starts small, tells Obi-Wan of the crush he had on Padmé-- for years. He dances around the crux of it at first, but when Obi-Wan shows no judgement or disappointment... it's like a dam breaks.

Anakin starts talking, and he can't seem to stop.

Obi-Wan listens, lending his support when needed as Anakin tells him of his relationship with Padmé, of his secret wedding, of the nights they slip away to be together.

And then he tells Obi-Wan about Clovis, about how angry the man makes him.

It's not that he's jealous, or that he's worried Padmé will leave him for Clovis... it's that the man is a snake, that he's worried Padmé is blinded by her past with him. She's too forgiving, too kind, too willing to give second chances to those who don't deserve them.

There's something more there, but Obi-Wan doesn't push; Anakin knows now that he can talk to Obi-Wan, that he won't be judged. If he needs to talk about it, he'll come to him when he's ready to.

Anakin keeps going, telling Obi-Wan what he saw, how the force is still clouded around Clovis, how it still warns him that the man is dangerous, that he hasn't changed. But Padmé can't see that, she doesn't understand the Force. She'll forgive Clovis and she'll be hurt by him, again, and he feels so helpless. He should be able to stop it but he can't.

He tells Obi-Wan what he saw in her apartment, the forced kiss when he heard her telling him no. He tells Obi-Wan of how he reacted, of what he did to Clovis, of how Padmé asked him for a break, and then he falls silent, as if waiting for a condemnation.

Obi-Wan takes a moment to collect himself. This is no easy dilemma to tackle, but then, nothing with Anakin ever is. "Well," he sighs, "that is certainly a lot."

"Yeah," Anakin half-laughs, eyes fixed on his hands. "Sorry to just, dump all that on you at once like that."

"It's alright," Obi-Wan promises, reaching forward to place a hand on his friend's knee. "It seems like it was good for you to get that out, I'm just glad you did. Keeping your feelings bottled up like that isn't healthy."

At that, Anakin snorts. "It's what you do."

"Yes, well, and I'm the picture of mental health now, am I?" Obi-Wan asks, not afraid to make a jab at himself.

"I see," Anakin returns, a small smile making its way to his face. "So your new teaching method is 'do as I say, not as I do'," and, well. Obi-Wan supposes he deserves that one.

"I am no longer your teacher," he responds, shaking his head fondly, "but yes, it seems I have picked up a few bad habits. Ones which we should both break ourselves of, starting today, hm?"

Anakin looks up, an interested gleam in his eye. "So does this mean I get to hear you spill your guts out now?"

"I was thinking I'd talk to Mace..." Obi-Wan starts, then loses his straight face at the look of incredulous anger that crosses Anakin's expression. "Of course I'll talk to you, Padawan. Just not now. First, we need to discuss what to do about this rather sticky situation."

Anakin huffs, but looks pleased at the promise to get Obi-Wan to talk to him later. "Is there anything I can do? She asked for space, I'm not going to go and force my presence on her when I'm not wanted."

"You're right about that," Obi-Wan agrees, "it would do more harm than good... personally, I think you should trust your wife, Anakin. She's a smart woman, she is more than capable of taking care of herself."

"I know that, but..." Anakin's expression crumples again. "What if she gets hurt, and I wasn't there to protect her? All because I scared her?"

Obi-Wan brings his hand up in contemplation, knuckle resting on his lip and his thumb under his beard. "Just because she's asked for space from you, doesn't mean she must go unprotected. You're right, Clovis poses a danger to her. I can request she be given an escort, or perhaps guard her myself if that would put you more at ease." He squeezes Anakin's knee briefly. "But padawan, whatever happens, you mustn't blame yourself for it. And you must trust Padmé. You are certain that you love each other, aren't you?"

Anakin nods, no hesitation in it.

"Then trust her. When she's ready, she will welcome you back. And she will appreciate you for respecting her boundaries."

"How do you know?"

Obi-Wan looks down now, sighing softly. "Because Satine asked me to leave, too." He's quiet, the wound left in his heart by her loss still fresh, still hurting. "She told me to go, to be a jedi. She could have asked me to stay and give up everything for her and I would have. But she asked me to leave, so I did."

He pauses, still not sure if he regrets it or not. "And then when she was ready to, she welcomed me back into her life."

"But--" Anakin stops himself, hesitates, then continues anyways. "You lost her."

It hurts, but Obi-Wan must admit he is correct. "... yes, I lost her." He says, tired. So, so tired. "She-- she died, yes. But it is better to have loved her and lost her, than to have loved her and hurt her. To have lost her love, or to have never had it at all." He holds back the wave of sadness that threatens to overwhelm him. He needs to be strong now, for Anakin's sake. There with be time to cry later.

"All you can do is love her, Anakin. Love her, respect her wishes, and trust her to be safe. And if even then, she is injured, or lost... there will be grief, but that love won't be gone. She will be one with the force, and the force is with you."

Anakin puts his hand over Obi-Wan's, eyes shut in acquiesce. "... you're right. I know you're right, it's just... hard."

Obi-Wan nods, silently agreeing. "It will be. But you needn't worry about losing her prematurely, Anakin. I will make sure she has an escort, even if I must guard her myself."

"Thank you," Anakin sighs, sounding relieved. "I'd feel better knowing you were with her."

"Then I'll see what I can do," Obi-Wan promises, standing back up.

Anakin stands as well, stopping him with a hand on his arm. "... you aren't mad I'm breaking the code?"

And now, Obi-Wan gives his former student a quiet smile. "It isn't against the code to be in love, Anakin. Just as it isn't against the code to be sad, or angry, or scared. I feel I have been a bad example to you; I held so much back during your training, I never showed you how to process your emotions in a healthy way. We'll simply have to both learn how to now, and we'll work on it as we go." Obi-Wan grips his friend's upper arm briefly. "We'll talk more later, for now, I believe there's a senator who needs protecting."

"Alright," Anakin agrees, stepping back. "May the force be with you, Master."

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everythinggeeky · 4 years

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Here With Me | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi! reader

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, breaking the Jedi code is vv tempting

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Reader and Obi-Wan are assigned a mission together, and reader’s methods to interrogation are...untraditional. Despite her outlandish tendencies, Obi-Wan and the Council allow her to continue. Will her unconventional methods get her in trouble with the Council and with Obi-Wan?

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A/N: requests & taglists are open; I wrote this in a few hours so excuse any disjointedness!

You placed your saber on the table, glaring down into the eyes of Goru, the accused separatist pirate, who is seated and restrained in front of you.

“I’m gonna give you one last chance to speak up. You don’t say anything, I use this. You speak up? The saber stays there. So what’s it going to be? My way, or your way?” You said, hands firm on your hips, leaning over the table just enough to seem menacing from his seated position.

Your prisoner glanced up at you, the saber, Obi-Wan in the corner, back to the saber, and up to you.

He spits a glossy blob in front of you, just missing your saber by an inch. Obi-Wan stiffens in his position, he knows there are no holds barred with you, and you won’t hesitate to punish the prisoner for his current actions.

“Alright. So that’s how we’re gonna do this” you picked up your saber, igniting the blade.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan spoke up from the corner.

You looked over to him, a contemptuous look on his face, urging you to back down. With a long gaze back at him, you consider your options. Let him go and risk another murderous rampage, or kill him and violate the Jedi code. Disengaging the blade of your saber, you place the hilt back into its position on your belt.

You walk away from the table and nod to Obi-Wan, “let’s take this guy in. I’m not done with him yet.”

Obi-Wan signals the troopers to take the pirate away, taking him in for custody as ordered. You stand cross-armed, watching Goru stare you down and spit at your feet. Your face crumples in disgust before turning to Obi-Wan.

“Let’s get off this god forsaken planet. I have better things to do back home.”

“As you wish.” Obi-Wan leads you out of the interrogation cell and back onto the ship.

You walked up the ramp and slumped into the seat in the front of the ship, Obi-Wan taking his seat beside you.

“If you’re going to lecture me, now would be the time,” you mumbled into your palm which was pressed against your cheek.

“I’m not going to lecture you. Do I agree with your interrogation methods? Absolutely not. When we get back, we’ll talk it over with the Council. They’ll decide how to proceed.”

You grumbled, setting the ship’s course for Coruscant, refusing to look at Obi-Wan.

“Y/N, please. Give me something. We can relax now.”

“I’m still working, Obi. Not now.”

He sighed deeply, sinking back into his seat. The remainder of the trip was silent, soft breaths and the occasional beep from the control panel filled the air where soft, romantic words normally would after a mission. After landing on Coruscant, you stood to leave the ship without another word. Obi-Wan stood, catching your arm in his grip, pulling you to a stop.

“Y/N. Please don’t shut me out. This is still progress.”

“And you still don’t approve of how I do business.”

“Is it untraditional? Yes. Effective? Unfortunately, often,” he said, releasing you, “the Council will figure this out. Please put some trust in them and in me.”

“Not after last time.”

Surrendering, he walked off the ship in front of you, heading into the temple. You watched sadly as he walked on; had you pushed too far? Softening your demeanor, you exited the ship and followed Obi-Wan.

“Master Kenobi,” you called out to him, he stopped in his tracks, turning to you a few paces ahead.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Doing your job? What you were assigned to do?”

“Master...you and I both know that’s not it. My methods do not usually obey the Jedi code.”

“And did you do anything today that would violate it? No. Do not stress about it.”

You nodded, looking up at the man who ranks above you in training but walks beside you in your much more private relationship.

His face softened equally, “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t. I need you here with me, alright?”

Confirming your promise, you walked side by side with him into the Council meeting room. Standing tall and professional, you pulled your robe tighter around your body. Taking your seat in the Council meeting, you crossed one leg over the other. Master Windu opened the meeting, discussing past business before shifting into the present manner. During his discussion, you could help but doze off. You were terribly exhausted and were desperate to be in the hands of your fellow Jedi master once again. Your mind traveled a bit, to which Obi-Wan seemed to notice, pushing a thought into your mind. You snapped up, peeking over to him. Without a word, he raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard nonchalantly. Narrowing your eyes, you returned your focus to Master Windu, who was now focused on questioning your methods.

“Did you use the approach that we agreed on prior to departure? Was it successful?”

“After arriving on the scene, Master Kenobi and I decided that the Council’s methods would not be successful in the circumstances that we arrived at.”

“With respect, Master Windu, Master Y/L/N acted with restraint. Her methods were successful and the suspect in custody,” Obi-Wan spoke up in defense.

“Very well. With the guidance of Master Kenobi, we will allow the negotiations to continue. Be wary.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I think that settles things for tonight. Consider your methods for the following interrogations. Master Kenobi, Master Y/L/N, proceed as planned. Dismissed.”

The Council members stood from their seats, each going their separate ways. You slipped into the hallway, standing by for Obi-Wan. As the Council members filed out of the session, you greeted them politely, Obi-Wan stopping next to you, keeping his own professional stance.

“So it seems the Council is willing to be forgiving. This is the best we can hope for.”

“I suppose. You know how I feel about giving into law and order.”

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Obi?”

“Its the code.”

“Fuck the code, Obi.”

“Maker…” he mutters, shifting uncomfortably at your outburst.

“I’m tired. And I really need to get some rest, alright?”

“Of course. Would you like…?” he trails off.

“Please,” you invited him to come along with you, walking back with a professional distance between you both.

On your way to your quarters, Anakin turned the corner.

“Master Kenobi, Y/L/N,” he greeted politely.

You both stopped in your tracks, glancing at one another before back at Anakin. He bounced back and forth between you both, a questioning look on his face.

“Settling down for the evening?” he prodded.

“Oh, well, we have some business to settle before our interrogations continue later this week,” Obi-Wan covered.

You nodded in agreement, pushing down the growing blush threatening to paint your cheeks.

“Of course. Well, enjoy your...interrogations,” Anakin said with a smirk directed towards Obi-Wan before continuing on his way.

You continued down the hall, trying to get to your quarters as quickly and as professionally as possible. Entering your quarters felt as though a fifty-pound weight was lifted from your back. Obi-Wan sighed heavily, becoming more comfortable himself. You shrugged your Jedi robes off your body, opting for a much more comfortable nightgown. Obi-Wan stripped down to his trousers, settling into bed under the covers.

“Come here, darling,” Obi-Wan stretched his arms out to you.

You climbed up into bed, settling down beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry for acting out. I don’t like it when the Council tries to control how I work. I know what I’m doing.”

“I know, tomorrow is a new day, I’m sure we’ll understand the workings of the gang’s plot in the Outer Rim soon enough,” Obi-Wan threaded his fingers through your hair, stroking slowly to calm you down from your stressful day, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Obi,” you mumbled sleepily into his bare chest.

As you relax in his embrace, you being to drift asleep. Obi-Wan presses a soft kiss into your forehead, bidding you goodnight. Falling asleep, Obi-Wan keeps you tight to his body.

The next morning, you grumble as you wake up, heading to clean up and get dressed. Obi-Wan follows suit, getting dressed for the day and then opting to prepare breakfast for you both. As you walked out to the dinette, you slinked your arms around his waist, leaving a kiss behind on his shoulder.

“Morning...thank you for cooking.”

“Of course, darling. Did you sleep enough?”

“I mean..I could always use more. But I’ll be alright.,” you grinned accepting the plate from his hands.

These quiet moments of solace kept you sane. One moment, the Council demanded your complete attention, the next you were training a rowdy padawan. Some peace and quiet hidden away with Obi-Wan in your quarters was hard to come by, but when it did, it was oh so sweet and you never wanted to let go.

“So. The Council wants us to re-interview Goru, the captured pirate from yesterday,” Obi-Wan spoke up to set today’s agenda on straight.

“Got it. Maybe I’ll consider following their suggestions. If no one decides to spit on me today.”

Obi-Wan let out a low chuckle, finishing his breakfast and cleaning up afterward. You both fluttered around your quarters, strapping on belts and centering lightsabers in their respective clips.

“Well, let’s get this shit over with,” you grumbled, making your way into the hallway first.

While signaling to Obi-Wan that the coast was clear, Anakin rounded the corner just as Obi-Wan stepped out of your room. With a knowing expression, Anakin looked to him for an explanation. There was none.

“Anakin. What are you up to today? At this hour?” Obi-Wan asked him.

“Master Windu informed me that I’ll be accompanying you both for the interrogations. He believed my methods would be much better suited to Y/N’s. You are still to supervise and monitor, Master,” Anakin responded.

“I see,” you looked nervously over to Obi-Wan who was now to serve as another body to witness to the Council.

The three of you made your way into the interrogation chambers in the temple. You walked inside while Obi-Wan and Anakin stayed behind to ensure nothing went wrong.

“Hey there, old friend. Long time, no see. Miss me?”

“Not at all,” your captive spat.

“Fair enough. Now, my offer still stands. Work with me and you won’t get a blade through your eye; fail, and well, bye-bye.”

“Y/N…” Obi-Wan warned.

You dismissed him with a wave of your hand, instead choosing to focus on the matter at hand. Working to pull the intel from him, you put the pressure on.

“Are you or are you not working with the Ohnaka gang??” you shouted into the face of your captive.

Anakin looked over to Obi-Wan with hushed concern, “Is this about Dooku?”

“The Council believes that he is operating in the Outer Rim with the help of Hondo. Keep it down.”

Anakin returns to his original position standing guard.

“I’ll never give up Hondo, you Jedi scum.”

“Cute. Real creative,” you paced around the pirate seated in front of you.

Withdrawing your saber from your belt, igniting the blade, you extended your arm to crackle just beside Goru’s face.

“I’ll ask again nicely, how are you working with Hondo?” you inched the blade closer to his flesh, threatening to singe a precise line.

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, silently urging you to proceed with caution. These were dangerous men, after all. However, with one wrong move, your decision could be fateful and in violation of the very oath that you swore to protect others with the Force, not use it to slaughter and mar.

Pushing on, the blade of your lightsaber now ever so slightly damaging flesh, causing your captive to groan slightly.

“Hondo is negotiating with Dooku! Dooku is using the good we pocket to fund the separatist army!” Goru surrendered.

Satisfied, you pulled your saber away from his neck, returning it to your belt.

Walking around the table to face him again, “now was that really so bad?”

Goru threatened to spit at you once again like he did yesterday, but was quickly stopped by Obi-Wan and Anakin entering the scene.

“Aw, c’mon boys, I was just getting started,” you whined with mock disappointment.

“Goru, we’ll lead you back to your cell. The Council will decide your fate from here,” Obi-Wan chimed in.

With the help of Anakin, he led Goru down the hall back to his cell before returning to you solo.

“Y/N.”

You shook your empty gaze from your eyes, “yes?”

“What did I say about physical threats?”

“Keep it to a minimum,” you mocked.

“Exactly. That was unnecessary.”

“I believe that was a minimum.”

“This is why they call me the negotiator. We’ll discuss our findings with the Council, and then proceed as they wish.”

“Do you ever feel like a soldier more than a guardian?” you interrupted.

“What? Well, I mean, it’s all for the efforts of war, protecting and guarding the peace.”

“But for what? How do we even know we’re on the right side of this war? What if we have it all wrong?”

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan looks around him before continuing, “darling, where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know. I know what I do is for the good of the Republic, but what if they got it wrong and I’m just completing tasks and orders?”

“There is so much more to Jedi master than that. You will find that soon. The hope in a padawan’s eyes when they discover the gift of truly utilizing the Force…” Obi-Wan reaches to rub your back in soft comforting circles.

“I want to be more than a soldier.”

“You are so much more. To the Council, the Republic, and to me.”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 61)

Jaig Eyes (61/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Sixty-One: The General

I was still seething over the conversation I’d had with Krell. He’d been trying to intimidate me, and I hated to admit that it had worked, even if only a little. He had leverage over me, even if it was only military rank and potentially taking me away from the 501st for the mission.

I wasn’t sure why, but the Force was whispering that I just couldn’t leave. The thought of going made my stomach hurt. So I’d play along, just like I did in other jobs when bounty hunting. Or when I had to not die as a slave. I’d play along….for as long as I could, at least.

“Quicken that pace, battalion!” the before-mentioned general shouted over his shoulder. “This isn’t some training course on Kamino!”

He was leading our march behind an AT-RT, followed at a distance by Rex and Fives, who were right in front of me. I fought down the glare I wanted to shoot at the Jedi’s back, choosing to close myself off by sliding up my mask and snapping on my goggles. My interface came to life as we walked, Apex searching through databases for information on Krell.

“The new general has a way with words,” I heard Fives joke lightly, mildly annoyed. The Force rippled around Rex. He was conflicted. Annoyed with Fives’ boldness to talk ill of a general. Annoyed with the general of being an asshole. Annoyed with the chancellor for taking Anakin away.

“He’s just trying to keep us on schedule,” Rex managed in a dismissive sigh, keeping his annoyance at bay.

Fives tilted his head, not being deterred. “By raising everyone’s ire?”

My brows lifted with the corner of my lip. “Ire?” I cut in quietly, earning a chuckle from Jesse and Tup behind me. “Is that a fancy word you learned at ARC training?”

Rex ignored us, keeping his gaze forward. “Either way, he’s in charge, and we’ve got a job to do. Just treat him with respect, and we’ll all get along fine.”

“Do you see that?” Fives asked suddenly, cutting the conversation off. I was glad for that, actually, not wanting to blow up during a discussion about Krell. Fives drew his gun, aiming it at the sky.

“Yeah,” Rex said immediately, drawing his pistols. “Ready your weapons.” The clones opened fire at the two glowing bug-like creatures that were flying towards us. I drew my lightsaber, slicing the blade sideways through one of the bug’s pincers as it flew past. I went to pursue, seeing the other creature pick up a clone, but something big wrapped around my wrist, disengaging my blade.

“You are not a Jedi,” Krell threw my wrist away, tossing me to the ground. “You will not wield that weapon in front of me. It is disrespectful.”

“But,” I started, but stopped when his grip tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber. The Force rippled with darkness in warning. I cleared my throat, getting to my feet and tucking my lightsaber into the pouch at the back of my belt. “It won’t happen again, sir,” I said smoothly, hiding the bite in my tone this time.

Krell leapt away, freeing the clone and killing both creatures easily. He stomped over the dead bug between Rex and Fives, pushing his foot over its spine, making it twitch. “Anyone else want to stop and play with the animals?”

I wanted to shoot him. So bad. It would be so easy because he was so cocky right now. But I couldn’t. Shouldn’t, too. That didn’t stop me from daydreaming about it, thought.

“Didn’t think so,” Krell growled, looking directly at the helmet Rex had welded himself--merging the visor of Phase I with the filtration system of Phase II. “Now keep moving!” He took off again, my shoulders slumping only slightly.

“Alright?” Fives asked as he stopped beside me, hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, letting him guide me into walking again, the battalion taking off in our march. “Not tired, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Good. Me neither.”

“Wonderful,” a voice behind us made us turn, seeing Kix’s painted helmet. He sighed, the sound weird through the helmet’s filters. “You’re both exhausted.”

My laughter was automated sounding through my mask, too. “Exhausted?” Fives asked over my laughter. “Is that what we said?” We quieted immediately when Krell glanced back, feeling like anything happy wasn’t what he wanted from us.

Kix shoved past us gently, getting up to Rex’s side. “Sir,” I heard him say soft enough for Krell not to hear. “We’ve been keeping this pace for 12 hours now. The men are getting worn down. We should rest.”

Rex didn’t answer but had been looking back at Kix and immediately walked up to Krell. He was a good leader. He put his men first. Kix fell back in step with us, but I focused my mind, reaching out tentatively to focus on their conversation, allowing myself to hear despite the distance.

“General Krell,” Rex said, earning the Jedi’s attention, “The top of this ridge will make a good place for the men to make camp.”

“The men don’t need rest.” Krell’s response caught me by surprise. I nearly stumbled into Fives, the clone tilting his helmet at me in question. “They need the resolve to complete the task at hand.”

Rex was taken aback too. “But sir--”

Krell didn’t give him a chance. “CT-7567, are you reading me?” I gaped beneath my mask. I knew Rex’s number, of course--the code the Kaminoans identified him by. But I’d never heard anyone actually use it when addressing a soldier.

Rex seemed equally as shocked. “Excuse me, sir?”

“I asked you a question, CT-7567. Do you understand the need to adhere to my strategy?”

I was seething from my place behind them and I certainly would not have answered in as respectful a voice as Rex did. “Sir, the terrain is extremely hostile. Despite the difficulty of the conditions, the battalion is making good time. These men just need a little break.”

Krell turned abruptly, our battalion stopping as the general towered over Rex. “Captain, do I need to remind you of this battalion’s strategic mission in conquering this planet?” Krell’s chubby finger was shoved in Rex’s face, my anger flaring dangerously. “Look back. See those platoons?”

Rex turned dutifully, his frustration buried deep below the surface as he looked out over us.

“Their mission is to take this city and take it swiftly. Time and rest are luxuries the Republic cannot afford. We are the key to this invasion! The other battalions are counting on our support.” Krell was practically screaming now. “If we fail, everyone fails. Do you understand this?” He looked up, glaring at us all. “Do all of you understand this? Now, move on!”

Rex said nothing, jerking his head over his shoulder at us, getting us moving again. It looked like we wouldn’t be getting a break, then.

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We were weary. Exhausted. Still, despite keeping up such a fast pace for so long with no break...the clones were still itching for a fight.

“Sir,” Rex said as he approached Krell. I watched him from afar, wanting to keep my distance from the general. “We’re ready to bring our forward platoons in for a surgical strike on the city’s defenses.” I glanced cooly at Fives. This was the plan Anakin and Rex had developed. It would work...I could be assured in that.

And then Krell had to open his damn mouth. “There won’t be any need, Captain.”

“Sir?”

“All platoons will execute a forward assault along the main route to the city,” Krell replied easily, his tone firm. My jaw dropped. That was suicide.

“But sir,” Rex tried, “General Skywalker’s plan was to surprise them with multiple attacks. If we come in from the main route, they’re likely to engage us in a full-frontal assault.”

“Change of plans, Captain,” Krell smirked, making me simmer in my anger. “I’m in command now.”

Rex looked….afraid. Not for himself, of course, but for his men. For me. “With all due respect, General, we don’t know what we are up against. It might be wise to think first.” The Force rippled in warning. I wanted to step forward and warn my captain, but I couldn’t.

It was already too late.

Krell whirled on Rex. “Are you questioning my order?” He tapped his wrist, a hologram of the capital appearing. “This battalion will take the main road straight to the capital. You will not stop and you will not turn back regardless of the resistance you meet.” The hologram disappeared again as the Jedi stood tall with pride. “We will attack them with all our troops, not some sneak attack with a few men.”

I couldn’t stop myself any more. “Sneak attacks are to ensure victory with as little cost to us as possible,” I spoke up, my tone hard. “Your plan is suicide.” It was bold to say, but someone had to. And it was true, after all. We were all thinking it.

Krell glowered at me, his yellow eyes burning. “That is my order and you will follow it explicitly,” he growled, my mouth closing slowly into a scowl when he looked away from me, the discussion over. I usually was never one to let the verbal battle go….but I didn’t forget his threat earlier. I wasn’t going to leave Rex and the boys alone with him, especially knowing the death wish this Jedi apparently had. “Do I make myself clear, CT-7567?” He was talking to Rex again, their faces close. He was degrading him by refusing to use his name.

My nose crinkled in distaste. All I wanted to do was put him on his ass. Show him that I’d been a player in this game before...but I wasn’t anymore. And never would be again.

But I couldn’t. For the sake of the ones I loved.

“Yes, General,” Rex replied, his shoulder slumping slightly. Krell was getting to him. I could feel the tension within the clone. How trapped he felt.

“Now, engage,” Krell ordered, the captain snapping off a salute before walking past us dutifully.

“Rex,” I whispered as he went, but he didn’t turn. He would follow the orders….as he was told.

“Fett,” Krell growled, earning my attention. I approached, but didn’t stand at attention. Screw this guy. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear enough before.”

I cleared my throat slightly, remembering to play along for now. “You did, sir. It’s a...habit.”

“Then break it,” he hissed, making me fight off the urge to flinch. “I considered taking Skywalkers advice and using your talents,” he allowed pacing before me. “And I was going to keep you on the ridge with me for strategic uses.” My eyes widened at the fact that he was going to observe the battle from afar, rather than fight with his troops. “But insolence will not be tolerated. Follow the clones you seem so desperate to protect. You’ll be part of the assault.”

Secretly, as much as this was a suicide-mission….I’d rather be on the ground where I can at least try to protect my friends than standing next to that foul monster, watching everyone die.

“Yes, sir,” I replied easily, walking away without being dismissed. A part of me half expected a lightsaber to hit me in the back, but Krell let it slide.

Maybe because he expected me to die during the assault.

Him and me, both, really.

I fell into step with the other clones as we walked along the main road that led to the highway. I did my best to keep my sighs of disbelief in. This was ridiculous. I was glad for my mask and goggles. Otherwise the clones would see the anger I was barely containing.

“So why aren’t we sticking to the original plan and probing the city defenses first?” Tup asked as he walked behind me.

Hardcase turned from where he walked beside me. “We can do this. Let’s take ‘em!” He was terribly confident. More than me, at least. The entire planet rippled with the Dark Side, making it hard to feel the things around me. Not to mention Krell was a mystery that just bundled around either an idiot or an asshole.

“Yeah, leave it to Hardcase to dive in head-first,” Jesse teased, trying to keep the mood light.

“The general’s new plan is reckless,” Fives said, unable to contain his frustration any long. “What you said was right, Kida.”

Dogma glanced over his shoulder at us. “You ever think that maybe the general knows what he is doing?”

I scowled at the young clone behind my mask, but Fives only ignored him. Apparently he was used to rigid shinies like Dogma. “I know you think this is a bad idea,” Fives said to Rex, forcing the captain to stop ignoring our conversation.

“I raised my objection to General Krell’s plan, but he didn’t agree,” Rex explained calmly, as if reading through the instructions of a manual on how to deal with superiors having dumb plans. “So this is it.”

“Well, what if he’s wrong?” Fives questioned. “Then what?”

“This isn’t the time for a debate,” Rex smoothed the situation as best he could. I disagreed, since the debate could save our lives. Of course, I felt Rex’s mind racing. They weren’t trained to question orders. If they did, they could be charged with treason, and that was never a good thing for a clone.

We were backed into a corner.

“Right now, we have to stay alert,” Rex finished, his tone final. The men listened, dropping the argument. For now.

“Eh,” Tup worried, his barrel panning over the tree line. “It’s too quiet out there.”

My pistols were drawn into my fists already as I hummed lowly in agreement, eyes scanning the trees. I brought up thermal imaging, seeing nothing yet.

And then suddenly the ground shook, a tiny shockwave throwing my forward. A clone had stepped on a mine in the road. Another went off as their victims screamed. I froze, Fives and Rex dropping to the ground.

“Mines,” Fives called, “Nobody move!” I glanced around, seeing them all prone. I had already found my feet again, dusting off my armor.

Rex signalled to Kix and Hardcase, the two checking on the injured clones. “Oz is down,” Hardcase called, his hand on his brother.

Kix shook his head sadly. “So is Ringo.”

The captain approached between Fives and I, looking at us. “Can you sweep ‘em?” he asked us both.

I was glad Fives had detection software in his toolbelt, too. It would make things go faster. In order to sweep with my HUD, I had to turn off the thermal, unfortunately. I prayed silently to the Force for it to warn me if we were under attack.

“There’s more over here,” Fives called as he swept the right side of the road, my feet taking me down the left.

“Here, too,” I reported over my shoulder. “It looks like the whole road’s been booby-trapped.”

“Everyone, watch your step,” Fives advised darkly as we began leading the troops down the safest paths.

And then there was a ripple of air across the back of my neck, just barely disturbing the hair there. I turned just in time to see the giant ball of green fire exploding into the road behind us. It was followed closely with the yelling of the Umbarans in their native tongue, green bolts flashing by as they ambushed us from behind.

To be fair, I’d hoped for a warning from the Force. While I was expecting more than half a second….it was a warning, nonetheless.

“We’re completely exposed!” Tup cried as we were quickly surrounded on all sides. My pistols rattled off endless, taking down the Umbarans. Still, it’s like they kept coming endlessly.

“Stand your ground!” Rex ordered.

Hardcase stood near the center of our group, firing his rotary blaster. “You want a piece of this?” he taunted as he mowed down rows of attackers. An explosion rumbled the ground as another cannon blast came in.

“I think Hardcase made ‘em mad,” Jesse observed, still shooting into the trees.

Speaking of, some Umbarans raced from the tree line, trying to take us down by hand. “The Umbarans are advancing,” Fives yelled. Tup easily flipped one, my own attacked swinging high. I ducked below him, easily shooting him twice in the ribs before easily stepping past and moving to my next target.

The Umbarans knew their territory well and had good weapons, I’d give them that. But their hand-to-hand was shit. I wasn’t even sure why they tried it when they had massive cannons to use instead.

I rolled beneath a volley of shots, sending my own into the trees as I reactivated thermal. And then a shot caught me from the side, grazing across the side of my goggles and mask. It burns the material of my mask, making me drag it from my face with a cry of pain. The goggles were fine, besides from some spider-webbed cracking at the corner. They’d hold.

I tapped them.

Osik. Knocked out my thermal, the bastard.

I shook my head, trying to find my way off the ground--where I’d dropped to when my face began to feel like it was melting. “They’re coming from all directions,” I heard Dogma yell somewhere beside me as my goggles recalibrated.

“We don’t have any cover!” Fives screamed.

We were loosing too many men and far too quickly. Screw what Krell ordered. I holstered my pistols and drew my lightsaber as I stood, the blade igniting brilliantly in the misty darkness of Umbara. “Sooran ni’jagyc, Krell,” I grumbled as I began deflecting the incoming bolts to protect my friends. “I’m your new cover,” I called to the men. “But we need to fall back!”

Rex nodded, falling in behind me as I blocked the shots I could. “Get them to follow us. If we can draw them out, we can see them. If we can see them, we can hit them!” He raised his voice louder to be heard over the battle. “All squads, fall back now!”

We raced back down the road in the direction we came, our AT-RT exploding when it hit a mine. I deflected the shots while trying to keep up with the men, the Umbarans closing quickly. As we ran back, some of our other squads came racing in to help. Thank the stars...maybe Krell found some sense when he saw how stupid an idea this was.

Taking up a position further back to meet up with the other squad, I took the front like Krell should have been doing. I wasn’t a Jedi, and I certainly was no Skywalker….but I was better than the general we had now. So I’d protect the men as best as I could.

“Stand fast,” I heard Rex say to his men behind me. “Hit ‘em with everything you’ve got!” With the added power of the new squad and the AT-RTs, we were able to push the Umbarans back. Of course, we still hadn’t gained any ground.

“Where you going?” Hardcase yelled after the retreating enemy, sending bolts into the mist after them. “Get back here!” They fell back, the battle falling silent for the moment.

I glanced over when I felt Krell’s approaching presence. He was pissed. I put my lightsaber away quickly, tucking it into my pouch. “CT-7567,” Krell growled as he shoved past Fives. “Do you have a malfunction in your design? You pulled your forces back from taking the capital city! The enemy now has control of this route. This entire operation has been compromised because of your failure!” He shoved his meaty fingers into Rex’s pauldron aggressively, the clone stumbling backwards slightly.

“General Krell,” Fives cut in before I could shoot the Jedi on impulse. “In case you haven’t noticed, Captain Rex just saved this platoon. Surely you won’t fail to recognize that.” Fives’ tone was...disrespectful. Even I’d admit that.

“ARC-5555,” Krell practically growled, standing over the trooper ominously. “Stand down.” His green saber ignited beside Fives’ head, immediately prodding me to step forward. A hand caught me, making me turn to see Jesse. He didn’t look at me, but his hand didn’t release my wrist to ensure I stayed beside him.

It was for the best. It’s not wise to tempt someone who clearly wants blood.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Fives said back, his words tight. He stepped away immediately to keep himself from saying something that’d actually get him killed.

“Sir,” Rex continued, earning the general’s glare again. “If I may address your accusation. I followed your orders, even in the face of a plan that was, in my opinion, severely flawed.” The anger was billowing in him now, too. “A plan that cost us men. Not clones!” He ripped off his helmet, showing the Besalisk his face. “Men!”

Krell said nothing, but looked over the clone calmly.

“As sure as it is my duty to remain loyal to your command,” Rex continued, his voice more even now. “I also have another duty.” The captain gestured past the general to us, who were standing in a group watching the dispute. “To protect those men.”

The Jedi was quiet for a moment before his lightsaber disengaged, a small smile coming to his lips. “You have a spark of tenacity, Captain, I’ll give you that. I know that I don’t command like the Jedi you’re used to serving. Certainly not like General Skywalker. But I have my way.” My jaw clenched as I kept myself from saying anything, Jesse’s hand still around my wrist. “It may be difficult, but these are difficult times. And it’s proven effective.”

I glared at the general as he continued. He wasn’t admitting any wrongs. He was lecturing us.

“I suppose your loyalty to your men is to be commended. They seem to admire this. That’s important to an effective commander.” Krell’s gaze cut to me. “Though I don’t understand the loyalty to the Sithling.” I felt the darkness in me rear its ugly head. Jesse’s fingers tightened impossibly around my wrist to keep me in place. Still, the clones seemed to fidget like I did. They didn’t like Krell calling me that any more than I did.

“All right, Captain Rex,” Krell sighed finally. “Your opinion has been noted. Dismissed.” He walked away, leaving us behind on the destroyed road.

“I think he almost complimented you,” Fives teased, glancing at our captain.

“Eh,” Rex sighed, looking tired. “It’s hard to tell.”

“Incoming!” The clone’s scream didn’t give us time to prepare for the next attack. The enemy appeared from everywhere, raining hell onto us.

“The Umbarans must’ve regrouped for a counter attack,” Rex surmised calmly, putting his helmet back on and drawing his pistols. I tried to engage my thermal vision, only to curse loudly. I’d forgotten it was broken. “Everyone, we must hold this position!”

“They’re above us,” I called, drawing my rifle and relying on the thermal vision in the scope to start picking off the Umbarans in the trees. We ducked into cover as best we could, the clones still eerily calm.

I suppose that was their training, after all.

“You think General Krell still intends on taking the capital using this strategy?” Fives asked, firing over Rex’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Rex admitted, firing his pistols along with us. “I’ll get back to you on that if we survive this battle.”

“When we survive this battle,” I corrected with a grunt, switching my hold on my rifle to better my angle. I took the shot, downing my target easily.

“Right,” Rex muttered. He dipped sideways to dodge a bolt before gunning down his attacker without even looking. “When.” I appreciated the attempt to follow my optimism. It was pointless, though.

Because that was when the Umbaran gunships arrived to rain hell down upon us.

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MANDO’A

Osik-- shit

Sooran ni’jagyc-- suck my dick

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Author’s Note:

Who’s been watching the new episodes of Clones Wars? I’m super excited about them, but I’m sad over how much we are missing out on that Filoni had planned but can’t create.

As always, thank you for reading. Reviews/Likes/Shares are always appreciated and encouraged.

-Ryder

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kisstheprincessofpurewhite · 6 years

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After My Father’s Funeral Chapter 2

Summary: Funerals can be stressful, but so can weddings–especially with a family as effed up as theirs. Unfortunately for Leia, she has both to attend in one go. So much for repression. Modern AU with racer!Han and lawyer!Leia.

Pairings: Leia/Han, Mara/Luke, Jyn/Cassian, Leia&Han&Luke&Mara&Cassian&Jyn, Uncle Owen/Aunt Beru

Chapter summary: In which we meet our leading man

Chapter pairings: Han/Leia, Jyn&Leia, Mara/Luke, mention of Jyn/Cassian

A/N: thanks for all the support, see Ao3 and FFN versions for full author’s notes

One family function down, one ginormous one to go, Leia thought as Jyn poured her a drink of something strong—hopefully. Not that she loathed to see her dearest brother get married, but she hadn't anticipated all the socializing she would have to participate in. Particularly right after Skywalker's funeral. At first blush, however, Jyn and Cassian's small party didn't seem all too bad. There were around two dozen people there, mostly people she had known from around town, high school, or college. None of whom she was too keen to socialize with. It had taken all of her limited skills to slip away from the happy couple as everyone had greeted Luke and Mara at the door.

The couple had sat down in the main living room with everyone sat around them or having their own conversations. It was, by any means, a calm, normal get together. Cassian had mentioned that Jyn was in the kitchen pouring drinks, and Leia jumped at the opportunity. "I'll see if she needs any help," she had said, heading to the pointed direction of the kitchen.

Jyn had looked up to Leia coming in, but politely refused help. "Not much to do at this point, what'll you have?"

They'd sat in silence for a minute while Jyn poured, and Leia felt things were more than a little awkward.

"Tell me about yourself, Jyn," she said as the woman slid Leia the red plastic cup.

Jyn looked over her own cup and sighed. "I hate being the hostess, how's that?"

"Well, it does make it easy to go home at the end of the night." Leia took a cursory smell of the beverage, and took a sip.

Jyn smiled and nodded. "It does, but I was never much of a party girl."

"Neither was I. Give me a good book and a bottle of whiskey and I'll snap at you to leave me alone the whole night."

Jyn laughed at that. "You seem to be in better spirits than yesterday."

Leia shrugged. "You gotta let the past die sometime, right?" Jyn nodded, but seemed to look somber too. Leia sighed. "Don't tell me, Anakin Skywalker ruin your life too?"

Jyn shook her head. "I'm afraid that honor goes to my own father, Galen Erso." She'd had her body facing away from Leia until them. Jyn now turned to face her across the island counter.

Leia blinked. "Wait, the Galen Erso? Of-"

"Khyber Industries? Yeah. You've heard of us." Jyn didn't look up from her own drink, her lips were pursed.

"I guess our dad's are peas in a pod. Yours makes the explosives, and mine lights 'em." Leia tried to remember her promise to Luke. But how often do you meet a kindred spirit?

"Khyber doesn't only make explosives, and he wasn't a bad person, really, he wasn't. You have to believe me. Just-" Leia knew that feeling, the desperate desire to reconcile two conflicting ideas: father and creator of terror.

She decided to throw Jyn a bone, to show they were on the same side. "He hasn't left you a good legacy."

Jyn sighed as if relieved Leia understood. "No. It feels like a weight on my chest, like he somehow strapped the souls of all the people those terrorists took." Jyn took a long drink and rubbed her temple. "And no one understands, not even Cassian. He tries, oh he tries, but-"

Leia nodded emphatically. "Believe me, I get it. You're looking at probably the only person who does. Maybe Luke, but I doubt it."

Jyn sighed again and Leia placed a hand on her arm. They were quiet for another minute as Leia wondered. Cassian seemed to have a type, a thing for girls with daddies who committed atrocities and issues because of them.

"I shouldn't have brought it up. Just- being back home, I can't help but be depressed," Leia finally said, not wanting to let that be the last thing they say to each other.

"No, I'm the one who shouldn't have said anything. I know- erm…" Jyn raised her eyes to the ceiling, a different awkward radiating from her.

"How much has Cassian told you about me?" Leia asked, not trying to be confrontational.

"Some, I can't say how much. I know about your father, and your parents- the Organas, that they- they-"

Leia raised her hand. "Its fine, they're dead, no need to say anymore."

"And he said that you'd…changed, and you broke up not long after."

Leia chuckled that those two events were correlated so easily, while, to her, they had seemed so separate. Her parents died in a horrible tragedy, while her relationship with Cassian fizzled out after they both grew up. Maybe a change of subject was in order. People were starting to come into the kitchen for food and more drinks and it would be better if neither of them cried over their dead fathers. "You're maid of honor, yes?" Jyn nodded, scratching the side of her cup with her nails. "Lucky you, you and Mara close?" People were coming by, getting drinks and chatting.

Jyn nodded again. "We had the same foster parents for a while, and have been close ever since. She's the one who introduced me to Cassian, at the races."

Ah the races, Leia had nearly forgotten about them. For a while, in Coruscant, she had been able to pretend that people didn't actually lose their time, money, and minds over gasoline fueled moving parts and tire treads. "How're those going by the way?"

Jyn chuckled at that. "Pretty well, I guess, but that's a pretty broad question." She handed someone a drink.

"Who's- who's winning?" Leia had no idea what she was talking about, and she was sure Jyn could pick up on that. Luke had done some small-time racing in college, even once winning and semi-final, but never made it to the local pro-circuit. He'd said it just wasn't his scene, and went back to studying transcendentalists.

"Well, it will depend on who you ask." Jyn leaned over the counter and gestured to a man standing on the end of the island counter where they were sitting. "Like he'll tell you no one matters but him, but he also lost the most recent race. So it differs, you see."

The man seemed to hear Jyn because he turned his head and grinned at her. His smile was charming, Leia would give him that, but bregrudingly.

"One time," he said. "I let them have one, Erso." He kept his body facing away from the two women, taking a drink from his own cup.

"Tell that to the others, Solo, you'll be in for a fight," Jyn told him, not looking up at him. She poured a drink for a woman Leia didn't know but was faintly familiar.

"You know me, always looking for a good fight." Leia watched him as he caught the eye of the woman getting a drink from Jyn. The smirk was back. "Don't do the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs with a passive attitude."

That comment tickled a part of Leia's memory. Where had she read something about that again?

"Leave her alone, Han. She's not going to sleep with you." Jyn's warning was firm but also slightly teasing.

"Maybe let her decide for herself." He turned around finally and smiled at her. "Hi," he said.

She smiled and greeted him back.

"What's your-"

"Its 13," Leia said finally, causing everyone at the island to look at her. "If you're Han Solo, it was 13 parsecs, not 12."

His whole demeanor changed, standing up straight and pursing his lips. His brown leather jacket fit him very nicely, but did nothing to hide his size, while not humongous, intimidating nonetheless "It was less than 13, that's the official ruling. I should know, I was there." There was more annoyance than amusement in his voice, but not completely devoid of mirth.

"That's true, 12.759. But the officiants count in quarters and round up." Leia'd always had the reputation for being a "know-it-all," which was annoying even if she did deserve it.

"How do you-"

"I have the official record, well, a picture anyway." Leia showed them her phone.

He leaned over the table and squared his jaw, squinting at the picture. "Where did you get that?" He sounded more curious than accusatory.

"I'm a lawyer, and it was necessary research for a case that I'm not at liberty to discuss as it is still ongoing."

He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't just pull up documents like that-"

"Actually you can, its in the public record." She slid her phone back into her pocket. "No one does because its a lot of work, but sometimes your findings can pay off. Like at a party where a guy is using technically correct facts to hit on women."

Jyn chuckled moving away from the counter, the other woman had already walked away. Solo uncrossed his arms and walked—sauntered even—to lean on the counter next to where Leia was. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced, I'm-"

"Han Solo, we established this already." She did her best to keep her body language neutral so that there would be no doubt that his attempts at flirting were not working.

"And you're the girl who made quite the scene the burial yesterday." There was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Leia felt her lips twitch into a smile, but she reigned them back to placid. "You were there?"

He shrugged. "I was invited."

"I would hope so, who in their right mind wants to crash a funeral?"

"Those guys you yelled at didn't seem to mind." The smile split his lips now.

"I rest my case." She broke eye contact with him. His eyes were just too much to stare into. She took a sip of her drink for something to do.

"So who was the dead guy to you?"

"I should ask you the same, you're not related to him, I know that much."

"How-"

The door flew open, held open by Luke's outstretched arm. "Han!" Luke said, a bit more enthusiastic than he'd probably intended, but it was sometimes hard to tell with Luke. "I see you've met my little sister. Leia, this is Han."

The two in the kitchen turned to stare at the open door. Everyone in the living room has stopped what they were doing to peer in at the drama and Leia sighed.

"Wait- wait, you're L-"

"Leia Organa, nice to meet you. Let's not do this again, shall we?" She slid off the stool she'd been perched on, heading for the door.

"He bothering you, Leia?" Luke asked as Leia moved to go past him.

"Worried about me, baby brother?" Leia didn't look to see, but she was sure Luke made a face.

The party resumed as normal, but now Leia was sitting next to Cassian and Jyn as everyone watched an old movie. It was one of Luke's favorites, she knew that, but had missed the beginning. She felt the couch next to her sink with the weight of a person, and felt her annoyance level spike.

"So as I was saying 'fore we got so rudely interrupted," Solo said quietly enough so that only she could hear. "Sorry about your dad."

She flinched and set her jaw. "My dad died on the sidewalk of the town square five years ago after being mowed down by a car. The man we buried yesterday was nothing to me."

He seemed speechless by her admission, but it didn't make him go away either. "I'm sorry," he only said. "Life's fucking complicated."

"And you're making it so much better currently."

"I've been known to turn the attitude of a room, I admit." She refused to look at him, but she knew he was smirking.

"From bad to worse, yeah." She glanced at him, and he was indeed smiling. "And what are you smirking at?"

"Its just so amusing that you don't even know me, but have decided you hate me."

"I don't hate you, like you said, I don't know you."

"Could've fooled me."

Cassian moved to look over Leia. "Han, stop it. You may think you're an unstoppable force, but she is definitely an immovable object. Leave her alone," he said, settling back down.

"Thank you, Cassian," Leia said. "What a gentleman." She couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth, and immediately regretted them.

"He just compared you to a rock or likewise." Solo's voice was different, no longer teasing, genuinely offended?

Maybe I'm into that, she desperately wanted to say, desperately wanted to see what he would do when she said that. But she knew what it would sound like to Cassian and Jyn, both of whom she had a terse friendship to begin with. No, better to show restraint. She was an adult, after all.

"Say it," Solo egged. "Whatever comment you're biting back, say it."

She only looked at him, using up the last of her resolve to stand and cross the room. She wedged her way in between Mara and an old college friend of Luke's to rest against her soon-to-be sister. She did her best to not look at Mr. Solo the rest of the night.

#star wars #sw #Han Solo #leia organa #han x leia #leia skywalker #leia #han #star wars: original triology #star wars au #mara jade #luke skywalker #after my fathers funeral #after my fathers funeral chapter 2 #original triology

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obiwanwhat · 7 years

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What We Could Have Been - Episodes 1&2

So after my recent (well, it was recent when i started this six months ago) experience rewatching the prequels and my discovery of the Obidala ship, I realized that it would make so much more sense for Obi-Wan and Padme to be a couple because (in my opinion) they're much better suited for each other. So here’s my take on how the prequels could have featured Obidala and yet still have been OT canon compliant. (Continued here)

When Padme Amidala escapes the Naboo blockade, she finds herself drawn to the tall, handsome Jedi apprentice who helped her escape. She approaches him when they’re on the ship together, in part out of desperation for someone new to talk to - her handmaidens are wonderful, but they are living reminders of all the people she’s left to the mercy of the Trade Federation. To her surprise, he understands when she describes her shame at leaving her people behind; though she talks from the perspective of a handmaiden, she feels like his response is an answer for her feelings as a queen. When Qui-Gon dies, Padme is the one Obi-Wan turns to for comfort; she's the only one one the planet (other than Anakin) who significantly interacted with Qui-Gon. At first, he just cries on her shoulder, too grief-stricken to care about emotion not being the way of the Jedi. Eventually, tears give way to talk; Obi-Wan tells Padme about his time as Qui-Gon’s apprentice, about lessons he'd learned, adventures they'd been through together. About how Qui-Gon took him back after he left the Jedi Order on Melinda/Daan, about the fights the two of them had, about his Master’s irritating habit of adopting pathetic life forms. Padme shares her own stories about her own brief interactions with Qui-Gon on Tatooine, about how frustrated she'd been with his recklessness in putting everything into the pod race, while still being impressed by his kindness toward the two slaves. They talk late into the night, and eventually Obi-Wan falls asleep with his head on Padme’s shoulder. It's about a week after Obi-Wan leaves Naboo that he gets his first letter (email? Whatever the Star Wars universe digital equivalent of letters is). It opens with a solid paragraph of question - how is he doing, does he enjoy being a Jedi knight now, how’s Anakin, and so on - and ends with description of Naboo recovering from the occupation - which of course, she says, wouldn't have been possible without him and Qui-Gon. Never before has someone he’s befriended on a mission contacted him like this afterwards. At first, he only responds out of politeness and a feeling of debt - Padme helped him through the night his Master died, the least he can do is respond to her letters - but pretty soon he starts enjoying hearing from her. They discuss everything - Anakin’s training, Obi-Wan’s missions, Padme’s duties (first as a queen and then as a senator), childhood memories, favorite books, politics, and pretty much every other subject. Obi-Wan always tells himself it isn't really an attachment, because it’s not like he ever actually sees her, and it’s not against the Jedi code to have friends, for force’s sake. Still, he never mentions to anyone - not even Anakin - that he’s still in touch with Padme. Fast forward to ten years, to when a bounty hunter attacks Padme and Obi-Wan and Anakin are assigned to protect her from danger. Obi-Wan has mixed feelings about the assignment - he’s happy to see Padme, of course, but he’s also worried about her safety - even for senators, assassin attacks aren't normal. So he and Anakin walk into Padme’s rooms, and Obi-Wan thinks that this is just going to be a normal assignment until he sees Padme for the first time in ten years. His mind just totally blanks for a second, because he does not remember her being this beautiful? She was a girl the last time he saw her, but now she’s a woman - and an extraordinary one at that. So Obi-Wan just stares at her in shock for a minute while she exclaims over how much Anakin’s grown, and Anakin makes an idiot of himself responding, and then Obi-Wan pulls himself together enough to greet her and say how wonderful it is to see her again and the like. On the other side of it, Padme sees Obi-Wan for the first time in ten years and her first thought is oh. Because sure, she thought he was cute ten years ago, but in the past 10 years he's become more of a voice than a face. It’s a bit of a surprise to realize that this very attractive man is the same person as the cute Padawan she met ten years ago. She’s significantly better than Obi-Wan at hiding this type of emotion, however, so she’s able to continue on with the reintroduction unflustered. When Obi-Wan finds that Kamino is missing from the Jedi Archives, the Council decides there’s more going on than they can see and sends Mace Windu to investigate. Obi-Wan and Anakin are both sent to Naboo with Padme, because at this point (before the war), it’s extremely irregular for an Padawan and their master to be sent on separate assignments. During the journey to Naboo, Anakin finds out that Padme and Obi-Wan have been pen pals for the past ten years - he’s surprised his master never mentioned it to him. Padme is also curious why Obi-Wan kept their correspondence a secret, but, ever the diplomat, she says nothing about it. Anakin has been hopelessly in love with Padme since the first moment he saw her, but he does not attempt to make his feelings known, mainly because Obi-Wan’s there and he doesn’t ever get the chance to talk to Padme alone. Mostly, Padme just does senatorial work - even when she’s in hiding, she can still draft bills, review laws others are suggesting, and keep updated on the current Senate meetings so she won’t need to be filled in when she returns. Anakin and Obi-Wan stay close by, but mostly leave Padme to her own devices. During this time, Anakin tells Obi-Wan that the dreams he’s been having about his mother have been getting worse. Obi-Wan tells Anakin that they must stay focused on the senator - she’s their current assignment, and they can’t let anything compromise their ability to keep her safe. Anakin understands, he really does...but after one more awful dream about his mother dying in horrible pain, he can’t take it any more. One Jedi really is enough for a bodyguard, Anakin thinks to himself. Obi-Wan doesn’t really need him here on Naboo, but his mother does need him - he can feel it. So he leaves a note for Obi-Wan, steals a ship, and hightails it to Tatooine. Obi-Wan is both furious and conflicted when he wakes up the next morning to find Anakin gone. Furious, because why can't his Padawan listen to him just this once, and conflicted between his responsibility to his mission guarding Padme and his duty as a Master to Anakin. For a Padawan Anakin’s age to desert his mission and disobey direct orders from his master.....the Jedi Council could expel Anakin for this. They’d almost definitely argue that it is proof that Anakin is controlled by his attachments to others, and that he is unfit to be a Jedi. But if Obi-Wan can get Anakin back fast enough the Council doesn't have to know....on the other hand, Padme is in real danger; she could be killed if he isn’t around to protect her. As soon as Padme hears that Anakin is gone, however, she insists that they go to Tatooine to find him. Obi-Wan tries to protest, saying that he can’t risk taking her into the domain of the Hutts, but Padme insists that she refuses to risk Anakin being expelled from the Jedi on her behalf. So they find the most nondescript ship they can get their hands on, and head off after Anakin. Obi-Wan’s surprised to find that Padme is actually a pretty decent copilot. When he comments on this - saying that he didn’t think it was something taught to Queens or Senators - Padme just laughs, saying that she learned from his letters that people can have need of many skills that aren't usually expected of them. Even though Obi-Wan’s worried sick about Anakin, he realizes he hasn't enjoyed a flight so much in...well, possibly ever. Conversation with Padme is just as enjoyable in person as it was through letters, and even in a dusty traveler’s disguise she’s so beautiful and full of life that he can't help but stare at her (attachment is forbidden, part of his mind whispers, but he shoves it aside because she is his mission, and what's the harm him talking to her if they have to be together anyway?). They find Anakin as he buries his mother. Obi-Wan can feel the Dark Side of the Force coiling around Anakin, as though it was toying with him, though Anakin himself doesn't feel Dark. It’s obvious that something happened before they got there, but Anakin refuses to tell Obi-Wan anything. Obi-Wan doesn't know what to do because Anakin won’t talk and he won’t apologize, and every minute he spends on Tatooine puts Padme in more and more danger. He’s about ready to drag his padawan back to their ship by the ear when they receive a holocom from Mace Windu, who demands to know what the hell they’re doing on Tatooine before immediately launching into a description of what he found at Geonosis and requesting backup. The transmission is cut off abruptly as Mace is captured by the Geonosians. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan know that whatever help the Council can send won’t arrive in time to save Mace, so Obi-Wan leaves Anakin with strict orders to take Padme straight back to Naboo. On the way home, Anakin, torn up by guilt, confesses his slaughter of the Tuskens to Padme. This confession, unlike the one in a different universe, holds no anger, only shame - it occurs long enough after the event that only guilt is left. In this universe, Padme is shocked and horrified, and perhaps even a little scared. Slaughtering an entire village - including children - out of rage? Padme’s gotten to know quite a bit about the Jedi from Obi-Wan’s letters, and she knows that what Anakin’s done goes against everything the Jedi stand for. This Padme isn't blinded by love - she realizes the horror of what Anakin’s done. It takes years - and the knowledge that they've all done equally terrible things throughout the course of the war - for her to be able to look him in the eye. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is captured, and Yoda appears with the clones to save the day. Obi-Wan duels Dooku and loses; Yoda enters to battle his former apprentice. Just before Yoda appears, however, when Obi-Wan is disarmed and on the ground with Dooku’s lightsaber pointed at his throat, he’s surprised at the direction his thoughts turn: toward Padme. As he thinks he’s about to die, Obi-Wan realizes that he’s in love with Padme - that perhaps he has been for years, but seeing her again is what cemented it. And then Yoda shows up, and Obi-Wan doesn't die, but he knows the truth of what he felt. Padme has the same realization when she sees Obi-Wan again, bruised and battle-weary, after he returns from Geonosis to come back for Anakin and escort her back to Coruscant. The worry she’d felt over the past few days, knowing she might never see him again, might never get to open another one of his letters....everything had been overshadowed by emotion from Anakin’s confession, but now her feelings are crystal clear: she’s in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi. And so before they leave, Obi-Wan sends Anakin to go ready the ship, and they have a moment, just a moment, to confess their feelings for each other and to share a brief, secret kiss. They return to Coruscant, and Anakin is Knighted. He and Obi-Wan become generals, and Padme preaches peace and diplomacy to the Senate. But there is no wedding in this story. Obi-Wan loves Padme with everything in him, but being a Jedi is who he is - there’s no way he could ever leave the Order. Especially while a war is breaking out, and he knows that they’ll need every Jedi they can get. But Padme and Obi-Wan become...something. They are not lovers in the ordinary sense of the word, because Obi-Wan knows that if he crosses that line, he’ll never be able to go back. But neither are they simply friends. They are soulmates, on every level. They are each other’s anchors during a turbulent, seemingly never ending war. But that’s for the next episode. In this moment, when Anakin becomes a Knight and the Clone Wars begin, a silent promise is made, no less strong for all that it is unspoken. A promise to love and support, to care for and to cherish. Till death do them part, and all that.

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smonksthemuse · 7 years

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A post-RotJ 3-sentence request where Luke meets Qui-Gon's Force-ghost and they talk about Anakin's turn to the Dark Side and the Jedi Council's flaws?

I try not to back down from writing challenges, anon, but I don’t anyone could do that in three sentences. so instead, here’s seventy-six. I hope you’ll consider the length of the fic itself it an adequate apology for the length of time it took to complete it.

“Luke.”

Luke’s head snapped up and hit the wall behind him. Hard.

“My apologies,” the voice said, gently amused. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Luke winced, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around his quarters, squinting in the dim light for whoever was speaking. But there was no one there; the room was empty. “Who’s there?” he asked cautiously.

From the corner of his eye he saw something begin to glow in the darkness. He slid off the bed where he’d been sitting meditating, and stood; this particular glow was familiar to him.

Soon, a figure took shape, pale blue and fuzzy at the edges. It was a man, a Force Ghost, but Luke didn’t recognize him. It seemed he knew Luke, though, if his familiarity with Luke’s name was anything to go by.

“Hello, Luke,” the man said warmly. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn; I’m an old friend of Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Luke wasn’t quite sure what to do, so he decided to bow. “Hello, Master Jinn,” he said respectfully. He straightened up and stepped closer, curious. “You know Ben?”

“Indeed; I’ve known him since he was a boy. He was my padawan.”

Luke blinked, surprised. “You were Ben’s Master? I thought Master Yoda trained him.”

“Master Yoda had a part in his training; he had a hand in the education of every Jedi youngling, actually. In fact, that’s part of what I came here to discuss with you.”

Master Jinn gestured to the bed, and Luke sat down. “Discuss, Master?”

“Yes,” he said, sitting down beside him. “I have heard that you have plans in the future to begin training other Force Sensitives; you wish to rebuild the Jedi Order, is that correct?”

Luke nodded. “Yes. I want to have a school, someday, where I can teach others. Did Ben tell you about that?”

“He and your father both, yes.”

Luke’s eyes widened. “You know my father too?”

Master Jinn’s mouth twitched. “Trust me, Luke,” he said wryly. “Everyone knows Anakin.”

“Oh.” Luke looked down at his lap. “I guess they would,” he said quietly.

“No, no, that’s not -” Master Jinn sighed. “What I meant is, yes. I know your father. I met him when he was very young, though we didn’t have much time together before I fell in battle. He’s the other thing I came to speak with you about.”

Luke wanted to ask about Master Jinn’s death in combat, but he doubted it would be an appropriate question. So instead he turned his curiosity to Master Jinn’s last statement, and the situation at hand.

“What is it you wish to tell me, Master?” he asked. “You sound very serious.”

“I am,” Master Jinn said. He paused for a moment, thinking, then said, “We’ll talk about your father, first, and then the Jedi Order. They are connected topics, you see.” Luke leaned forward attentively, and Master Jinn began.

“I met your father when he was nine years old, still a slave on Tatooine…”

“… and so, despite the Council’s earlier decision, they relented; your father was permitted to join the Jedi Order, and Obi-Wan was allowed to be his teacher.”

“Wow…” Luke couldn’t think of what else to say. Master Jinn’s story was quite a lot to take in. After a minute of silence, he asked, “Why didn’t the Council want to take him? I understand having age limits, but… why have age limits at all? And why wouldn’t they exempt my father from the rule, if they thought he could be the Chosen One? Didn’t they know he’d have nowhere else to go, if they didn’t take him?”

The questions spilled out, one right after the other, and Luke would feel a little embarrassed at practically interrogating a Jedi Master like this if he didn’t need to know so badly.

Master Jinn looked at him with a mix of fondness and sadness. “You’re asking all the right questions, Luke. And none of them have simple answers.”

He sighed. “The Jedi Order believed that strong, uncontrolled emotions were a gateway to the Dark Side. Fear, anger, jealousy, hatred. Even love. And while it’s true that a Jedi needs self-control to resist being led down a Dark path by their emotions, we ended up turning to extremism in our effort to rise above it. A rule was made, and strictly enforced: Jedi were not allowed to form emotional attachments with others.”

“What?” Luke stared in disbelief. ‘Not allowed to form emotional attachments with others’? “That’s - that’s not even possible,” he said. “Everyone forms attachments with others! People have friends and family, and people they love! That rule is just -”

“Ridiculous?” Master Jinn interrupted. “Impossible? Unhealthy? Outright stupid?”

“Yes,” Luke agreed emphatically.

Master Jinn huffed a laugh, quirking his lips into a smile. “I got into a number of… debates, about that rule while I was alive, with everyone from my fellow Knights and Masters to Yoda himself. But that rule is why your father was at first rejected by the Council.”

“The Jedi had an age limit because they believed that Force-Sensitives who had not grown up in the Temple, living by that rule - people who already had emotional attachments and were accustomed to forming them - would fall to the Dark Side if they were trained in the ways of the Force. They believed that only those who were raised within the fold could be trusted with their power, and so they refused to train anyone from the outside.”

Luke had a cold, uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “That sounds… like a cult,” he said.

“Hindsight is twenty-twenty,” Master Jinn murmured. “And looking back, I see frighteningly few differences.’

They were quiet for a few moments, Master Jinn presumably as lost in his own thoughts as Luke was in his. Was that rule why Yoda hadn’t wanted to train him when Luke met him on Dagobah? Because Luke was used to forming attachments, and he knew that it wasn’t wrong? Was that why Yoda had told Luke not to save his friends when he sensed they were in danger? Not just because Luke wasn’t ready, but because he wanted Luke to be ‘free’ of his attachments?

“Even though your father was eventually, begrudgingly accepted,” Master Jinn said eventually, “he was watched closely. The ‘no attachments’ rule was drilled into his head day and night. Any perceived slips or failures to comply with that rule, or any other rule, were pointed out immediately, and he would be criticized; by other padawans, by Knights and Masters, by the Council, and by Obi-Wan. His difficult past - the fact that he had been a slave all his life - was not considered an excuse for any un-Jedi-like behavior.”

“As time went on, Anakin began to withdraw emotionally. Before, he had been a social, confident, friendly boy. But under the Jedi…” Master Jinn looked down at his hands, folded neatly in his lap. “Under the Jedi, he became meek, obedient, apologetic, self-conscious, and afraid. He walked on eggshells trying to please everyone, he didn’t voice his needs because he would be chastised for that neediness. He began to feel like he was wrong or bad somehow, because he didn’t act like the perfect Jedi. Because he needed what the Jedi told him he shouldn’t want.”

He looked back up, eyes distant. “The war - the clone wars - certainly didn’t help; they never do. Anakin was a general, and the clone troops he commanded were merely slaves under a different name, and he knew it. The missions he and Obi-Wan went on may have brought them closer, but Obi-Wan remained distant. Do not doubt the devotion he had to your father,” he said quickly; Luke must have looked as sad as he felt at hearing this. “Obi-Wan loved him, like a brother and a son at once. He cared very deeply. But Obi-Wan was raised under the ‘no attachments’ rule, and he was nearly as desperate as Anakin was to be seen as the perfect Jedi; he just managed to act the part better, thanks to years of practice.”

Master Jinn sighed. “And so, it ended up being that the only positive relationship Anakin had was with your mother.”

Luke sat up straight. “My mother?”

“Yes. She was an incredible woman; kind, intelligent, strong. There was no one like her in the Galaxy. Anakin loved her more than anyone.” Master Jinn tilted his head at Luke’s eager attentiveness. “Has your father told you much about her?”

“No,” Luke said. “It’s only been a few days since he - well, since he died. I haven’t brought it up yet. But I’ve been wondering.”

Master Jinn nodded. “Then I will leave it to Anakin to describe her, and their relationship.” Luke had to restrain himself from making a noise of disappointment, but the sentiment must have shown on his face anyway. Master Jinn chuckled. “All in due time, Luke,” he said fondly. “Your father will tell you about her, don’t worry.”

Luke bit his lip, then said, “Was she really the only person in his life he had a healthy relationship with?”

“I’m afraid so,” Master Jinn said regretfully. “She was the only person he felt he could be open and honest with. Except…” his face darkened. “Palpatine.”

Luke blinked in shock. “Emperor Palpatine?” he said. “They were close before the Empire?”

“Oh, yes,” Master Jinn said bitterly. “Back in the days on the Republic, when he represented Naboo in the Galactic Senate. He met Anakin just after he had been accepted into the Order, after your father had become a hero for his actions during the Battle of Naboo.”

“Palpatine took an immediate interest in Anakin. He befriended him, fashioned himself a sort of mentor. A kind, older and wiser man whom Anakin could always turn to for a sympathetic ear and advice. He was understanding, nonjudgmental, quick to give praise. He made sure he became Anakin’s other positive relationship.” Luke had the feeling that if Jinn hadn’t been a calm, disciplined, one-with-the-Force Jedi Master, the already-fierce look on his face would have been something truly terrifying. “But as you know,” he said lowly, “he turned out to be Sith Lord.”

“Did he…” Luke swallowed and tried again. He already knew the answer to his question, but he had to be sure. “Did he convince my father to join him? To turn to the Dark Side?”

Master Jinn was silent for a moment, then, “Yes. He did.”

Luke closed his eyes. “How did he do it?” he asked quietly. “What did he offer my father? What did he say to make him believe it was right?”

Master Jinn was again silent, this time for longer. Eventually, he said, “He offered the power to save lives.”

Luke’s eyes snapped open. “What?” He looked beside him, but Master Jinn was gone. Luke was alone in his room, except for the light trace of the man’s presence he could sense, and the whispered parting words.

“Ask your father, Luke. This is his story to tell.”

if you’d like to hear more on how ridiculous and stupid the Jedi Order was, I recommend checking out @flaminganakin , specifically the ‘actually just a fucked-up space cult’ tag. it’s glorious, unlike Yoda and his Council of Bitches

that totally wasn’t an excuse to tag my friend in a fic I think she’d like, what are you talking about

#my fic #star wars #this is now the longest single-chapter fic I have #thanks for the prompt anon!#part of the reason this took so long is because I misread the prompt and wrote like half a fic before realizing #good thing I caught it before I finished #I hope I wrote Qui-Gon well; I'm not that well acquainted with him so this was good practice #Luke and Qui-Gon #Anakin Obi-Wan and Padme #Sheev Palpatine #Jedi Council

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mesdea · 7 years

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What if Mace Picked Obi-Wan because Yoda was trying to Get Qui-Gon to take him. Years later Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are teamed up a lot cause the troll wants Obi as part of his line however he can get him.

This has taken me a bit to get started because of the loss of my grandmother last week. It’s been a tough few months as we lost my grandfather just before thanksgiving, but I really enjoyed this prompt and I plan on continuing on this story, it’s not just a drabble. Thank you for great prompt @demad69

The Philosophy of Lost Chances

“I take Obi-WanKenobi as my padawan learner.” The words echoed through the council chamber aslarge gentle hands embraced a small boy’s shoulders. The boy before them waseleven, not too young to be a padawan, but earlier than most picks. He had been eligible for selection for almosta year, a year that had been wrought with schemes by one short green meddlingtroll. Mace had watched as the grandmaster of their order had manipulatedsituation after situation to push a broken man towards a talented young boy. Itwas a volatile situation that he had seen play out a thousand times with adifferent ending each time, none pleasant for his old friend or the innocentyoung man.

“Take him youcannot.” Yoda glanced around the room, his ears raised in contempt.

“Take him I will,if he will have me. This young boy is meant for so much more. We all respectyour words of wisdom, but your feelings of attachment for your old padawan mustbe called into question.” Mace stood tall before the council, knowing he wasgiving up his council seat, knowing that he was taking on a responsibility thatwould change his life. “No one loves Qui-Gon quite like you do, but we all seewhat he’s become. We’ve all tried to reach out to the empty shell and breathelife into him. Yes, this boy may be that life, but at what cost? We cannot pushthem together in hopes of bringing back our Jinn just to lose such a spark oflife.”

Adi Gallia lookedat the tall dark-skinned man before her and felt awe at the force radiatingaround him and the boy, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was speaking the truth and they wereabout to let Master Yoda push his will upon them. “Master Yoda with all duerespect, Master Windu is correct. We have all seen Master Jinn walk the hallswithout a soul since the loss of his last padawan. Do you truly wish to sacrificeone of our precious younglings in hopes that Jinn will do the right thing?”

The oldest amongthem stood unsteadily, his ears drooping at the harsh words. “Padawan he is, wishno ill I did, but together they should be.” Mace kneeled before the boy and hishardened look softened. “This is your choice, Obi-Wan. Will you be my padawan?”

The young boy wasconfused at all the by-play but he struggled to stop the smile that painted hisface. “Yes, Master Windu.” The red-haired youngling glanced once more in thedirection of a morose older master. The sad look upon his face almost broke hisheart, but he was immediately wrapped into the folds of a robe, arms embracinghim in a deep hug. “I vow to be the very best master I can be, Obi-Wan. This Ipromise.”

Obi-Wan huggedthe man before him, but looked over the shoulder to watch Yoda walk away. Hesuddenly looked older. “Meant to be they are, hope there still is.” Yodawhispered to the force before disappearing through another door. “Let us gohome, Padawan. We have much to do.” Mace smiled down and clasped a large handaround the small smooth skin of his padawan learner. He still couldn’t believehe had dared to take on Master Yoda, but he followed the will of the force. Itwas not time for them yet, it wasn’t meant to be this way.

“Master!” The wordswere torn from his lips as he watched his master of fourteen years succumb tofatigue as he fought the monster with red and black tattoos. The sand whippedaround in a frenzy as the two danced back and forth upon the surface of aplanet he was coming to loathe. The ship started to take off as he rushed to openarea, he would not watch his master die. Mace Windu jumped onto the ramp andpromptly fell over leaning against some cargo boxes. His pulse was racing andhis adrenaline was pumping. He had almost lost everything. He had neverencountered something so vile and evil in his long life, it had to have beensith. “Padawan, I have you to thank for my life. That was quick thinking. Didyou…Did you feel the darkness?”

“Master, I was soafraid for you, I could feel your fatigue. He was feeding off my fear. I’msorry for my failure.” Mace lifted his chin. It was so like Obi-Wan to alwaystake things so hard. Yes, he felt fear, he was human after all. “Obi-Wan, Iknow you do not need the fear exercises any longer. You felt fear but you didnot let it overcome your duty. You thought quickly on your toes and saved notonly those on board, but your decrepit old master.” He rustled the copperspikes and looked over at the blond boy that accompanied him. “You are not OLDmaster.” Mace chuckled and looked over his shoulder.

“AnakinSkywalker, this is my soon to be Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Pleasure to meetyou Anakin.” Obi-Wan felt the pride radiate from his master and couldn’tbelieve the words. He knew his trials were not far off, but this was the firsttime that his master had spoken of them being imminent. “Will he be ok? Willyou be ok?” The small boy’s eyes were full of fear.

“I’m ok, Ani. Didyou get your mother settled in?”

“Yes, she couldn’tbelieve you talked Watto into letting her go.” Obi-Wan chuckled as he thoughtabout his master’s negotiating skill. As much as he adored him, he was neverone for gentle speech, negotiations tended to end up on the aggressive sidewith lightsaber drawn.

Mace smirked athim, knowing well where the thoughts were going. “Why don’t you see to yourmother, Anakin? I need to see to my master. The small boy once again looked atMace and then back to Obi-Wan. “It’s not dark anymore.” Mace looked up suddenlywith worry. “The future, it doesn’t feel so…wrong.” The boy turned quickly andran back towards the mess area, in search of his mom.

Five years. Ithad been five years since he had been back to the temple, five years too soon.He didn’t seem to understand why his master had called him back home. Therewere too many memories in these halls that he didn’t want to relive. “Too longit has been. Older you have gotten.” The tall, graying master looked down atthe green troll that made it his life to meddle in his affairs. “Not long enoughit has been and I am not that old master, just tired.”

They started towalk the halls, slowly, side by side. “Enough sulking you have done. It is timeto come home and work with other Jedi. Alone you’ve been.”

“Master, I’m notin the mood for this discussion again. I thought once you stopped trying topush a padawan on me almost fifteen years ago, that you would just leave me be.I do my job and cause no problems for the council.” Yoda stopped in his tracksand let out a loud cackle. “Oh, Oh! No trouble you cause? Hair I have loss atyour antics over the years.”

“Humph, well Itry to not cause trouble, but you know I listen to the will of the force.”

“Listen youshould to your heart as well as the force. Lonely you are, feel it I do.” Yoda’sears lowered as Qui-Gon Jinn lowered himself next to the wizened master. “Iknow you worry for me, my master. I have not given into dark thoughts, pleaseknow that you are one of the reasons I continue on.” Qui-Gon knew he hadworried man after his padawan had turned, but he was doing the best he could. “Returningis Mace, darkness on the horizon it is. Need you we may.”

This piqued hisinterest. “I understand. How is Mace, I don’t think I’ve spoken to him since.” Hiswords trailed off slightly. “Since he took a padawan.” The words were almostchoked out. He was so against taking another young life in his hand that he haddistanced himself from his oldest friend.

“Well he is, wellthey are. A knight he has almost raised. The boy is a bright spot in ournumbers.”

“I’m sure he is.I’m going to head to my quarters. I’m very tired.” Yoda looked at him withbright eyes, knowing he was avoiding a subject that they had often fought over.Obi-Wan Kenobi was once thought to be his next student. The force seemed toradiate around them both anytime they were near each other, but he refused. Hewould not ruin such a light. This light was nurtured by a worthy master and hewould not be jealous, he refused.

He felt a whackat his shins suddenly as he was ripped from his thoughts. “Jealousy and sulkingnot the Jedi Way.”

Qui-Gon closedhis eyes and smiled. He had missed his master. Perhaps this wouldn’t be such aback trip back home. “Yes, Master. I shall see you soon.”

Turning down thehalls, his thoughts were still of his old friend and his almost padawan when asmall bundle of energy ran straight into him and bounced off. “I’m so sorry!”This was not a prim and proper youngling from the creche, but he couldn’t helpbut smile. “It’s OK young one; you might want to take the halls a bit slower.”Just as the boy nodded he once again turned and ran off. “I’m sorry Master. He’sjust a bit excited.” Qui-Gon turned and suddenly went dry in the mouth. Thebeautiful blue-green eyes seem to radiate warmth that pierced his soul. “Kidsdo tend to be that way, especially if they are not Jedi children.”

“I am beginningto wonder if the boy or my trials will be a tougher obstacle.” The long braidslung over his left shoulder, painted a picture of a perfect padawan. One againthe older master ached from the past, his eyes shadowed with the pains of thepast. The padawan felt the pain in the force and suddenly regretted his words. “I’mso sorry, Master…?”

“There is nothingto be sorry for, just long past regrets. I’m Master Qui-Gon Jinn. It is apleasure to make your acquaintance, Padawan?”

“Kenobi, Obi-WanKenobi.” The words seemed to stop time for a moment as their eyes met onceagain.

“I’m so sorryPadawan Kenobi. I just realized I have some place I must be. Good luck withyour young ward.” Qui-Gon turned abruptly, he would not run away. He wouldwalk, he wouldn’t look back, and he would make it to the gardens before hecollapsed in shock and fear.

Obi-Wan watchedthe older man walk away, his beautiful grey streaked hair flowing down a strongmuscled back. He had heard the name Jinn many times from his master andrealized that the broken man before him was not him. Something had happened andhe ached to reach out to ease his pain, but it was not to be. His commimmediately chimed, he was summoned to the council chamber. He would have to setaside the puzzle that was named Qui-Gon Jinn.

#quiobi #obi wan/qui gon #Qui Gon Jinn #obi wan kenobi #jinnobi #not master and apprentice

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