Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Togruta Culture & Traditions (Star Wars), Sibling Bonding, Shenanigans, might be a bit cracky? idk, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Rex is Done With Their Shit, Inspired by an incorrect quote, no beta we die like absolutely NOBODY you hear me canon
Summary:
There's a tradition on Shili, a festival - a festival which is held only every five years and which Ahsoka really, really wants to participate in. Because of the war, of course, she can't.
At least, not in the real thing. Echo has some other ideas.
Inspired by this quote by @incorrectclonewarsquotes
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Ahsoka sat on the steps to the Jedi temple, contemplating Master Ti's words.
The last time she'd participated in the Cařaamen Ai she'd still been a little girl. Master Ti had taken her to visit Shili the last time it had happened. She barely remembered anything more than single images and the feeling of community among her people even though she had grown up in the Temple, and she really, really wanted to go again.
The problem was the war. Because of course it was too dangerous to travel all the way to Shili, never mind that no Jedi could be spared, and the 501st was heading out again tomorrow.
Tomorrow, when the festival would be. It happened so rarely that all three of Shili's moons framed Ai, and she didn't know if she'd ever get the chance again to see it. The war was dangerous, and it seemed to never end.
She pushed her head further beneath her arms and whined quietly. It was a very special day tomorrow, she was allowed be miserable about-
"Commander, are you alright?"
She didn't look up to meet Echo's gaze. She was busy moping.
He sat down next to her anyway. "What's up?"
She sighed and turned her head towards him. "Tomorrow is the Cařaamen Ai and I can't participate."
"What is that?"
Maybe mumbling into her arms wasn't the best position to explained. She stretched out again. "Every five years or so, all three of Shili's moons frame the constellation Ai, and it's a big festival for my people. Two togrutas, often younger ones, are chosen to hunt a predatory animal for the tribe and bring it back before the sun sets. They prepare it as usual, make sure all the parts are used, and catch the blood in separate containers, usually bottles. Because later, when Ai and the moons rise, they have to trace as many togruta's facial markings as possible with the blood. They have from dusk 'til midnight, usually, and it's considered a good sign when they manage to at least somewhat paint most of the members of that tribe. After that, the kill is shared between everyone.
"But it only happens around every five years, give or take, and there's no way I can go to Shili so... well. I can't celebrate. And that really, really sucks."
She stared at the ground again, resolutely holding back tears. It was just a festival, after all. Sure, it was one of the specialest festivals of her people and she didn't know if she could ever participate in it again but-
Echo's Force-signature spiked with an idea and he smiled at her, widely. "I know it's not the same, but couldn't we recreate that on the Resolute?"
Her first instinct was to shake her head, no, because how would they go about that? And besides, it would be nothing like on Shili.
But on a second thought, it was worth a try. And Echo seemed to have plans already.
She nodded.
...
Ahsoka feels a pang of surprise and alarm from Echo as he rounds the corner and manages not to run him over. She understands immediately.
Captain Rex is standing in front of them, arms crossed, and blocks the hallway. "So, Ahsoka, Echo. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"We did nothing wrong!" she protests immediately. And, hey, that's even mostly true!
Rex raises an eyebrow. "Really? Do you really think so?"
Okay. She just has to explain. Surely, Rex will understand. Right? Yeah. Definitely. Totally. Even though he has that look.
"I celebrated a national tradition. Last time I checked, Master Kenobi encouraged this."
"Last time I checked, covering your brothers in glitter and paint-"
...
"I can't exactly kill something on the Resolute," Ahsoka finally said, after five minutes of following Echo quietly through Coruscant and pretending that she hadn't been crying at all.
"No, but maybe we can find something more interesting to eat for everyone," Echo said. "Like, something that's cheap enough so everyone can have a little. That could count too, right?"
That was... nothing like the Cařaamen Ai on Shili, but he was right. She had to take what she could.
"I'll ask Padmé about it later," she said. "Because she knows more about such foods, I think, and because she actually has money. Unlike us."
She had some allowance money, of course - the Jedi recognized Padawans' needs to also have something of their own as long as it was responsible, or at least Anakin did - but it wasn't nearly enough to buy even the cheapest of food powder for an entire legion. Padmé, on the other hand, had the money and was sure to be happy to help.
"What about the blood, though?"
Echo grinned, and he looked more like his twin than ever before. "That's exactly where we're heading right now - nevermind, actually, we're here."
She looked up at the artist shop in front of her.
Paint. Of course.
It was just that, once they were inside, Ahsoka quickly abandoned her quest for dark red paint, and not because she had found the fake blood.
"Echo, she said, staring at the buckets of paint with barely contained glee, "Echo, look at this."
He came over and broke into delighted laughter. She joined in, and it wasn't long before they were outright cackling at the mental images.
Obviously, they bought a paint bucket each - one "hot pink" and the other "glitter green".
It was perfect.
...
"The paint was a substitute for animal blood because we couldn't access any," says Echo, perfectly accurate, and conveniently leaves out the fake blood.
"Right," says Rex. He pinches his nose. "Echo... Why did you help Ahsoka? You're not togrutan."
"Well, it's traditional to have two hunting partners to-" Ahsoka cuts in.
"And it's also traditional that they're both togrutas, I assume?"
"I mean, yes, but-"
"It was, uhhh, bonding time with the Commander?" Echo offers.
Ahsoka doesn't catch Rex's reply to that, instead getting a very, very clear image through Echo's slightly lowered mental shields. She really has to draw on all her self-discipline not to break down laughing right here and now. She nods subtly, reaches for the last bottle of "hot pink" she still has tied to her belt. She notices Echo doing the same.
...
Padmé, of course, was ecstatic to help.
So now, a day later, instead of hunting, Echo and Ahsoka were now busy in the Resolute's small kitchen, mixing the chocolate sauce powder with hot water (it actually tasted better then expected even to Ahsoka, who knew the real thing) and opening the hundreds of cracker packs to scatter them over as many trays.
It wasn't even remotely the same as hunting, but it was almost as exhausting, Ahsoka was sure of that. They'd spent hours in here already.
At least, when trading stories with Echo, it certainly wasn't boring.
...
"Is it true that you impersonated a droid on Rishi?" Ahsoka asks, if only to throw Rex off for a moment.
It works.
"What-"
Echo and Ahsoka leap forwards simultaneously, tackling Rex to the ground. Their fingers are covered in paint and by now they've gotten good at drawing on faces, even wriggly ones, so they're finished fast enough to get in a good headstart. Rex, now with two Jaig eyes on his forehead, one in "hot pink" and the other in "glitter green" chases after them, and it's somehow both the most hilarious and terrifying thing Ahsoka has ever seen at once.
She laughs, and even that teeny-tiny remaining bit of disappointment vanishes because this might not be anything like the real Cařaamen Ai, but it's a damn good substitute.
...
The troopers around her chuckle, faces stained with sloppy lines that almost glow against the neon lights above. Echo sits next to her, still wearing the same, too-wide grin as hours before.
Fives sits next to him, not even pretending to be upset anymore that they didn't come to him as well, happily munching on crackers with chocolate sauce and sprawling all over Echo's lap. The glitter green Tooka whiskers really suit him, she thinks.
Rex is sitting across from them. He has a bigger sweet tooth than Ahsoka knew, so thankfully he's been placated by the food, too.
Anakin is perched next to him, still pouting because when he tried to tease Rex about the painted Jaig eyes, the hot pink handprint and splashes on his own face were pointed out and laughed at. In Ahsoka's defence, he was very hard to hit at all.
Echo makes a face and arches a hot pink eyebrow at her when Jesse steals his cracker from under his nose and settles besides Kix, who's scowling, but not half as threateningly as usual (some crude painted lightning bolts do wonders on that, too).
And it's nothing like the Cařaamen Ai on Shili, it really isn't. But here, surrounded by her family and friends, some glitter green still drying over her own facial markings, it's almost the same feeling, and it's just as special.
Just to make a point, she steals Echo's next cracker too and laughs.
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The Fleeting Touch of Darkness
The crackle of the cablewhip snaps and pops in the air.
Okle blindly reaches out for the fallen slave, Ospree.
Hands press blindly into the thin clothes- a pair of fingers walking up Ospree’s spine, then a gentle fist pressed right to the spine’s base. Two palms tap the shoulder blades and then Ospree is staggering to her feet, Okle supporting her under vir shoulder.
A brief grasp of each other’s forearms and both move back to mining the ionite in the walls.
The Signs seen+meanings.
“a pair of fingers walking up Ospree’s spine”- means to stand up, rise, move onwards.
“a gentle fist pressed right to the spine’s base”- remember your strength, be strong, gather your power, prepare to endure
“Two palms tap the shoulder blades” - you can persevere, I have your back, we will escape this, we move forwards together
“A brief grasp of each other’s forearms” - thank you, your message is received/understood, we stand together
The Characters Seen:
- Unnamed Minnco: originally from a planet of a similar climate to Endor, this bird-like being is small, smart, and in the case of this individual, cruel. They knowingly chose to be an overseer.
- Okle(pronounced ock-ul) a mirialan who was sold to offworld mining by vir parents. Okle was gifted the name of a small cavebird who is used to find the way to the surface after a cave in. The Minncoa call vem “Shard” after the shards of ionite mined. Okle has been on bandomeer for 8 years. Okle is 22 years old.
-Ospree is a zabrak/togruta hybrid kidnapped from a space port. Ospree is around 17 years old. Ospree was gifted the freime of a hunting predator who prowls the shadows of caves seeking out beings who are cruel. Ospree are tuned to the emotional side of the force. Ospree’s cagime is Pickk, for the tool used to mine the cave walls.
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So you guys know how the Jedi Order is filled with people from pretty much every world and species? Think about all the unique cultural things the Jedi would practice simply because the Order is basically a giant melting pot.
A Kalikori made out of Akul teeth, passed down through a lineage and carved in multiple different styles to represent the cultures of each of the lineage members.
Different Jedi taking inspiration for their cultural face tattoos from their Togruta master's lekku or their friends' facial tattoos or the designs on a Council member's cultural headdress.
Recipes that are fusion foods made of like five different cultural dishes because a group of friends all got drunk together, got the munchies, and fucked around in the kitchen until something tasted good.
Like, just everyone sharing their cultures with each other and then people adapting their cultures based on their lineages and the shared culture in the Order, shared culture being a form of expressing love and adopting someone into the Order/a lineage.
Obviously there would be things that are off limits and permission would have to be given and the Jedi would probably emphasize learning the culture before ever adapting it, but I just think that after thousands of years their would be a lot of shared culture among the Jedi.
Oh, and languages! With how many languages are probably spoken in the Order, I wouldn't be surprised if the Jedi basically spoke bastardized versions of every language mashed together---it'd probably be an always moving/changing/evolving thing that no one but the Jedi can understand because the Jedi use the Force to bridge any gaps there might be in someone's understanding.
A lot of words and phrases would be taken from Dai Bendu, just because it's my personal headcanon that the Jedi still speak it, but then it would branch out from there into Twi'leki and Togruti and Durese and everything else all mixed together.
I just...I love the idea of the Jedi having a mixed culture that reflects the diversity of the Order.
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